begging you to write something along the lines of dallas fingering/rubbing reader at the dinner table/ during a movie night ect in front of darry and his wife
only if you want ofc
something about the way dbf!dallas is so composed even when his fingers are stuffed in your panties… while your dad is sitting two feet away from you.
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the gentle clatter of the cutlery against the plates echoed throughout your humble dining room. you ate peacefully, with dallas to your right and your parents sat across from you.
you listened as your dad talked about how hectic work was, and dallas occasionally chimed in with a small remark. too tired to pay any attention, you just ate dinner and fantasized about enjoying some long-awaited rest.
that was, until you felt dallas’ big hand cup your thigh. you let out a small squeak, drawing the attention of your dad.
“you good, honey?” he asked, voice half-concerned and half-confused.
“yeah- just got hiccups or something.” you feigned innocence, going back to your dinner like you couldn’t feel dallas’ fingertips rubbing all up on your inner thigh.
your breath hitched as you felt dallas tracing his fingers higher and higher to your upper thigh. looking up at him, you noticed how unbothered he was. dallas was eating his dinner and laughing alongside your dad like his fingers weren’t toying with the seams of your cotton panties.
eventually, after moments of relentless teasing, dallas caved. his thick fingers slipped under the soft fabric, and he ran his fingers up and down your vulva.
despite the constant fear of being caught, it didn’t occur to you to mind. with the way dallas worked his fingers, his palm rubbing on your clit while he fingered you? how could a girl complain?
regardless, the second you finished eating, you swatted dallas’ hand out of your panties and excused yourself from the table to take a quick shower before bed.
as you sat on your bed, skin soft and slightly damp from the hot water, you heard the gentle creaking of your bedroom door. looking up from your floor, you saw dallas strolling inside without a care in the world.
“dal’ are you serious?” you whisper-shouted, looking up at him with a soft pout like your panties weren’t soaked with arousal. “what is wrong with you?”
“what? c’mon, kid, you liked it…” he dismissed, looking down at you with a devilish grin. “look, i ain’t itchin’ to get caught by your old man… i was jus’ having a little fun.”
you rolled your eyes with an irritated groan, like the sight of dallas’ bulge in his grey sweatpants wasn’t making your clit throb. the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he clicked the lock of your bedroom door shut before walking up to you.
dallas looked down at you, his hand cupping your jaw while his thumb rubbed your bottom lip. his eyes were clouded with lust, admiring the sight of you in your tiny sleep shorts and thin white tank top.
dallas had essentially been ravaging you for the last 20 minutes. his hips rutting against your ass, and his chest pressed against your back. his hand was cupped over your mouth, to stop your moans from being heard by your parents who were sound asleep upstairs.
dallas’ other arm was wrapped around your hip, ring and middle fingers swirling your clit. he was practically fucking you into the mattress, addicted to the feeling of your pussy just gushing around him.
he could feel your tears dripping down onto his hand, grinning at the idea. your hand was holding onto his forearm, fresh manicure digging into his skin.
“yeah- yeah y’like that? don’t you..?” dallas whispered into your ear, voice low and hoarse as his lips grazed your ear.
he chuckled, voice low at the feeling of you nodding your head ‘yes.’
“mhh—mm.” you whined into the palm of his hand, free hand reaching back to touch his side. you were desperate to feel him, craving his touch like a drug.
dallas continued his harsh thrusts, his tip constantly thumping your cervix. your knees were weak, and you knew the soreness would just about kill you in the morning, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.
your mind was in a complete fucked-out haze, the euphoria only allowing you to think about dallas (more-so his dick). your lashes fluttered, watery eyes looking back at him with nothing but lust.
dallas was addicted to the feeling of you. from your tight cunt spasming around him, to your soft lips against the palm of his hand. the sight of your doe eyes peering back at him, all soft and needy drove him insane.
the constant arousal of his fingers rubbing on you, his balls smacking against your clit, and his cock thumping against your g-spot was almost too much for you to handle. you sobbed into his palm, teetering on the edge of the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
“oh- mm…” you whimpered into his palm.
you were completely fucked out, knees weak and clit throbbing as he continued his rough pace. dallas constantly bottomed you out, before pulling out until he only had his tip in. the stretch was maddening, pussy dripping to help you adjust to the feeling.
after a few more harsh thrusts, you came hard. your body nearly dropped to the mattress beneath you as you writhed against the sheets, drooling against dallas’ palm.
“good girl- so fuckin’ good…” dallas groaned.
his eyes fluttered open and shut as he sloppily thrusted into your spasming cunt. dallas came inside of you, spilling his seed deep within your pussy. he paused for a moment, savoring the feeling.
dallas pulled out with a groan, cock throbbing against his stomach as he watched your body practically cling to your mattress. he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.
your face was buried in his chest, leg swung over his as you panted against his chest. dallas’ arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing a soft but passionate kiss onto your lips.
“did so good…” dallas murmured, hand cupping your cheek as you looked up at him. “real good.”
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pairings ♡ dad’sbsf!dallas winston x darry’sdaughter! reader.
summary ♡ after a rather lengthy sentence, darry attempts to help dallas get back up on his own two feet. while dallas is staying with the curtis family, he finds himself sneaking behind his friend’s back with his daughter. you.
warnings ♡ f!reader, age difference (21 years), dallas being gross (normal), body descriptions (not specific to race or features), bad time accuracy around the late 80’s early 90’s, 22 year old reader, 41 year old dallas, masturbation, p in v, roughness, dallas calls reader kid, brief aftercare, sneaking around
WARNING warning ⚠️ ♡ this fic is going to be kind of gross and weird. it’s a huge age gap and intended to be a bit icky! if you dont like that CLICK OFF there are a million other dallas winston fanfics out there that have EXACTLY what you are looking for and i bet those writers would love some engagement! if you have any off handed comments keep them to yourself! i don’t wanna read shit like “oh omg i loved this except for this part!” KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!! you have been warned!
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the hot, spring sunshine beat down onto the southern city of tulsa. the saturday mood was infectious, with children running throughout the parks and streets of tulsa. the eagerness and excitement knowing summer break was just a few weeks away had joy spreading amongst the youth throughout the city.
the house was silent, with you being the only one home. your mother had gone to have brunch with some friends and colleagues, while your dad was off finalizing details for the next big office downtown. you assumed that dallas had also gone along with him.
boredom seeped in, with hours to do whatever and no ideas on how to spend them. this, in combination with your solitude and desperation, is what led you to your current past time.
you laid in bed, head perched up on some pillows and legs pushed apart as you sunk into the memory foam. not even bothering to fully shut the door, you tossed your lacy panties and shorts onto the carpeted floors.
your hand was slipped between your thighs, rubbing soft circles onto your clit. as you swirled your fingers, the pressure making you feel euphoric, you couldn’t help but direct your thoughts to dallas.
something about him had you captivated, hooked with no way out. you found yourself talking to him or being around him at every chance possible under the guise of being ‘polite.’ whether it was having a brief, but unnecessary conversation when you came home from class, or stopping by whenever him and your dad were having a beer in order to ‘say goodnight.’
as you touched yourself, you found yourself picturing him pleasing you instead. his thick, rough fingers running on your clit, and his free hand groping your tits. the thought of dallas’ calloused finger tips pinching and rubbing your nipples heightened your arousal.
in the midst of your thoughts being whisked away to raunchy daydreams and fantasies, you absentmindedly found yourself moaning and whining his name as your hips bucked against your hand. unbeknownst to you, however, you weren’t home alone like you had foolishly assumed.
dallas had been in the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee when he could faintly hear your voice over the soft whirring of the coffee machine. once the machine had finished making the hot, bitter drink, dallas walked over towards the hallway.
the faint sound of dallas’ footsteps went unnoticed by you, too caught up in euphoric pleasure to pay any attention. that’s why you didn’t notice him peeking through the the small crevice of your door, before immediately pulling away whilst simultaneously fighting the urge to keep watching.
the erection in his dark-washed blue denim only grew as he heard you moaning his name. dallas abandoned the cup of coffee he had just prepared in favor of a cigarette, trying to distract himself, but those soft, sweet sounds of your whining only served to skyrocket his arousal.
eventually, as you fell down from your peak, fingers sticky and out of breath, you found yourself thirsty. slipping your panties and shorts back on, you walked towards the kitchen.
as you stepped across the cold, hard-wooded floors, your stomach dropped at the sight of dallas sitting at the kitchen island. he was facing toward the white granite countertops, cigarette in hand as he sipped on his coffee.
the way dallas seemed so composed gave you a small hope that he hadn’t heard you moaning his name just a few moments ago. stepping into the kitchen, you walked past him with a soft smile like always.
“good morning.” you hummed, stepping on your tip toes to grab a glass from a high shelf on the cabinet.
“yeah…” dallas murmured, looking up at you with a crooked grin. “sounds like you had a good morning.”
the second you processed his words, you felt your face get hot in an odd mixture of arousal and embarrassment. as you turned around, empty glass in hand, dallas had moved closer to you.
you looked up at him, swallowing thickly as dallas stared down at you. his hands snaked around you, perched on the countertop behind you. the way dallas was around you almost had you trapped.
“god, is that really how you think ‘bout me..?” dallas whispered, cigarette dangling from his lips, which were pursed into a grin. his gaze looking down at you so strong, almost amazed, and his furrowed brows made your knees feel weak.
his hands traced from your shoulders down to your forearms, and dallas’ rough fingertips on your skin made the hair on the back of your neck stand. you inhaled the whisps of cigarette smoke, almost savoring them alongside his touch.
the silence was terribly loud, as the two of you watched, almost admiring, one another. you couldn’t help but observe how pretty he looked.
as dallas pulled one of his hands away from the countertop behind you, he took a drag of his cigarette. holding essentially just the filter in his fingers.
as dallas put out the cigarette on the cold countertop, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. dallas’ eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into you, setting the cigarette filter on the counter as he moved his hands onto your hips.
your hands traced to the nape of his neck, softly intertwining your fingers with dallas’ short brunet strands of hair. he tasted like a mixture of coffee and cigarettes, but somehow it was almost pleasant. as you leaned in, you found yourself craving his touch, almost like you were addicted.
“god, you’re gonna drive me crazy…” dallas pulled away, his fingers delicately wrapping around the waistband of your shorts as you giggled slightly at his words.
in the midst of a bad decision, you found yourself sitting in nothing but your panties on the soft mattress of your bed, fingers intertwined with the cotton sheets, you watched as dallas took off his shirt. looking him up and down, you couldn’t help but notice how many different scars were littered across his skin.
“y’like what you see?” dallas grinned, unbuckling his belt as he looked down at you.
as you rolled your eyes at his remark, he chuckled slightly before tossing his belt onto the small pile of clothes on your floor, before sitting down next to you.
“dal’- what if somebody finds out..?” you whispered, placing your hand atop of his.
dallas was quiet for a moment, his cold, brown eyes studying your gaze. “s’fine.” he murmured. “ain’t nobody gonna catch us.”
he leaned in, hand cupping your face as he kissed you once more. your eyes fluttered shut as dallas grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap, slipping his fingers under your panties.
his fingers swirled circles onto your clit, making you moan in between kisses, before he pulled away from your lips.
“you want it?” dallas hummed, lazily running his fingers up and down your entrance, making you buck up against his hand.
“mm- yeah…” you moaned, resting your face in the crook of his neck as he slipped a finger into you.
you weren’t a virgin, having lost your ‘innocence’ to your high school boyfriend back in your senior year. you had sex beyond that, regularly with an ex and the occasional hookup post-breakup, but something about dallas was different.
something about his experience, the way he knew exactly what to do and where to touch was what drove you insane. dallas’ gentle groans, and the way he looked at you made your heart flutter. the adrenaline rush came from a mixture of anxiety, nervousness, and arousal as he fingered you.
“fuck…” you groaned, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he fingered you.
as dallas murmured soft praises, you found yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm. the second he could feel you getting closer, dallas pulled his fingers away from you, your cunt clenching around nothing.
you looked up at him, eyes softened as dallas’ tongue swirled across his glistening fingers. fingers that had been in you only moments before. the sight was erotic, something you had only dreamed of before this point.
“taste so good.” dallas grinned, accent thick as his fingers wrapped around the elastic band of your panties, delicately removing them from your body.
once he discarded your lacy panties, dallas stared down at you, like a predator stalking its prey. his hands held onto your hips as he laid you on the mattress, ensuring you had a pillow for comfort underneath your head.
“y’want me t’fuck you?” dallas drawled, hands rubbing your thighs as he pushed them apart, staring hungrily at your cunt.
“please…” you whispered, pushing your legs apart for him as you fought the urge to touch yourself.
dallas, wearing nothing but his boxers, pulled them down just enough to reveal his hardened cock dripping in pre-cum. he moved himself closer, rubbing his pink tip against your swollen clit.
as you looked down, watching his thick cock teasing your cunt, you couldn’t help but realise how big he actually was.
the feeling made your knees weak, and you watched him intensely as he swiftly pushed his cock deep inside of you. he bottomed you out instantly, making you whine his name.
“s’so big…” you whined, almost in amazement as he relentlessly bullied his tip onto your cervix.
dallas’ pace grew hasty fast, your hips colliding hard enough to make his skin almost red. his lips were parted, a thin layer of sweat on his skin as he looked down at you. you could feel him hitting every spot inside of you, alongside his balls slapping against your skin.
“god you feel so fuckin’ good…” dallas groaned, rolling his hips against yours as he ran his fingers through his hair.
his hand traced down to your clit, delicately rubbing it in soft circles that made you writhe against him. the stimulation he gave from rubbing your clit and fucking you was almost too much.
dallas’ free hand was planted to the right of your head as he basically drilled into your cunt. his eyes were stuck on the sight of your face, contorted into a reaction of pure ecstasy as you moaned and whined for him. you could feel the chain he was wearing dangling onto your skin, the cool metal grazing your chest.
your hands traced to his shoulders and upper back as you dug your nails into his skin, the feeling making dallas groan in a twisted mix of pain and pleasure.
“oh- fuck…” you whined into his ear, legs wrapped around him as he fucked you nonstop.
as dallas thrusted in and out of you, soft groans escaped his lips as he moved. the sight of you beneath him was so erotic, and it somehow made him even hornier than before.
after a few more strokes, you felt that familiar high creeping up on you, and you let out a moan that was almost pornographic at the feeling.
dallas’ eyes fluttered shut, his movement halting as he felt you cum around his cock. barely a moment after, he pulled out, gently stroking his cock onto your stomach
as you came down from your high, you felt the hot ribbons of his seed on your skin, the sticky fluid coating your body. you laid on the bed, essentially paralyzed as dallas got up.
dallas disappeared into your bathroom, reemerging moments later with a hand towel scrunched up into his fist. as he leaned over the bed, wiping his semen off of your skin, you looked up at him with a strange mix of love and lust.
dallas got up once more, tossing the dirty towel into your laundry hamper before he assumed his position next to you once again. he gestured you close to him, and you savoured his touch as he held you in his arms.
the two of you sat in silence for a few moments, drowning in the heavy regret and arousal in the air. dallas held you against his side, calloused fingers rubbing against your tricep as you rested your head on his chest.
dallas looked down at you, almost unashamed with a soft grin on his lips. he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder, making your head perk up off of his chest as you looked up at him confused.
“where are you going..?” you hummed softly, watching as he got off of your bed. a soft dip in the mattress, with the smell of cigarettes,coffee and cologne was the only trace he left behind.
“well, glory, kid, can’t stay forever, can i?” dallas mumbled, voice hoarse as he dressed himself again. “think your daddy’ll kill me if he found me laid up with his little girl like this, huh?”
you went silent and just watched him, interest piqued as he slipped his t-shirt back on. as he looped his belt back into his jeans, the only sounds made were of the metal on his belt and both of your gentle breathing.
as dallas buckled his belt, he paused as he looked down at you for a moment, sat on the edge of your bed in nothing. he leaned down, rough fingers delicately holding your chin up as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
dallas lingered for a moment, greedily savouring your kiss before he stood back up. he held your panties and night set bunched up in his hand, before tossing it onto your lap.
“get dressed, ‘kay?” dallas instructed as he strolled out of your room, like he hadn’t been fucking you dumb only moments before.
as dallas reached your doorframe, he turned around, watching you as you got dressed.
“hey, if you ever need… help, with- with anything. just give me a holler, yeah?” dallas looked at you, gaze intense and deep. you gave a soft nod of your head, before he relented and left to do whatever he originally intended…
a/n ♡ hi cuties!! so i don’t really have any updates for you guys but i am still taking requests for mythical readers, tp au, and this au! summers almost here so i’ll be able to get fics done a lot quicker <33
i’m so obsessed with this au and i hope u guys like it too! i don’t have anymore fics to establish this universe so i’ll be writing any ideas i come up with or any asks i get about these two!
pairings ♡ dad’sbsf!dallas winston x darry’sdaughter!reader.
summary ♡ after a rather lengthy sentence, darry attempts to help dallas get back up on his own two feet. while dallas is staying with the curtis family, he finds himself sneaking behind his friend’s back with his daughter. you.
warnings ♡ age difference (21 years), dallas being gross (normal), body descriptions (not very specific), bad time accuracy around the late 80’s early 90’s, 22 year old reader, 43 year old dallas. dallas calls reader kid
WARNING warning ⚠️ ♡ this fic is going to be kind of gross and weird. it’s a huge age gap and intended to be a bit icky! if you dont like that CLICK OFF there are a million other dallas winston fanfics out there that have EXACTLY what you are looking for and i bet those writers would love some engagement! if you have any off handed comments keep them to yourself! i don’t wanna read shit like “oh omg i loved this except for this part!” KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!! you have been warned!
taglist ♡ @diorgirl444 (dm to be added!!)
for the better part of last week, you and your mother had found yourselves ensuring the entire home was spotless for your soon-to-be guest.
the guest in question? your dad’s friend from his youth, dallas. you’ve heard stories about him from your dad, your uncles, and their friends your whole life. dallas was your typical teenage dirtbag. a high school dropout in and out of jail, and always dating around with a new girl each week.
supposedly, you had met him when you were a year old, but obviously you didn’t remember. around that time, dallas found himself deeper and deeper into the wrong crowds, and distancing himself from just about everybody keeping him afloat.
eventually, some months later, your dad spotted dallas on the front of the paper, sentenced to years behind bars for a string of gas station robberies.
you never had any memory of meeting him, and you didn’t really know much about him beyond your dad’s stories. the most you had seen of him was a few photographs and polaroids from an old photo book collecting dust in the attic.
you couldn’t lie, he was handsome. dallas had gorgeous brunet hair, piercing brown eyes, and a captivating smile. he was a movie director’s idea of the devilishly attractive ‘bad-boy.’ which was, to your dad’s disappointment, exactly your type.
the aroma of a freshly cooked meal spread through the humble home. the soft may sunshine peering through open curtains and blinds. today’s peaceful sunday before a hectic work week, usually reserved for church by your father, had been taken up by dallas winston’s first day out of prison.
right now, you and your mother (mostly your mother) were in the kitchen, preparing a small brunch to reintroduce dallas back into civilization. while your mother was doing most of the cooking, you were essentially just accompanying her, offering her whatever you had on your mind.
“you know, i didn’t think dad hung around criminals like that.” you hummed, sneaking a taste of the chocolate frosting your mom had prepared once her attention was redirected.
“well, he was somewhat alright, he just got caught up in… the wrong crowds.” she sighed, obviously not eager to welcome who she presumed was a hardened criminal around her daughter.
choosing to give your poor mother a short-lived break, you chose to stop bothering her with questions and instead go help her with the various tasks at hand.
as the two of you set up the dining table, you faintly heard the door ‘click’ open accompanied with it’s soft creaking. you watched as your mother rushed to greet everybody, which was what she called ‘good hosting.’
on the other hand, you weren’t exactly eager to say hello. you hadn’t exactly been eager to meet someone who had been in jail almost your entire life. not sure what to expect, you chose to just avoid it as much as possible.
in a sad attempt to delay the inevitable, you set the placemats and tableware as slow as you could in order to avoid speaking to the former inmate. however, your mother’s voice called out for you to come and greet your new ‘roommate.’
you straightened out your striped button up, and fixed a crease on your jeans before begrudgingly walking over to the entrance of the home. the only thing you were remotely excited for was to see your dad and uncle soda.
since the drive to the prison was a bit far, they had left before you had even woken up. as you walked out of the dining room, you smiled seeing your dad.
the wrinkles around your dad’s eyes and mouth grew deep as he looked up at you. his smile wide as he opened free arm wide for a hug.
“hi dad.” you smiled, wrapping him into a hug. your dad wrapped his free arm around you, and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“hey baby…” he murmured, “how’d you sleep?”
as your dad looked at you, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell up with a mixture of love, joy, and pride. from the moment you were born, you became his number one along with your mom. throughout your whole life, he had been nothing short of the perfect father and you were the epitome of a ‘daddy’s girl.’
your dad had been there to support you high and low. he had been the loudest to cheer when you graduated highschool, and the shoulder you cried on when you went through your first breakup (even if he had secretly been thrilled). your mother still liked to joke about how your dad cried himself to sleep the night before your first day of kindergarten.
your dad had gone from reading you to sleep, doing your hair before your first day of school, explaining your math homework, helping you apply to college, and now he helped guide you through getting your first job lined up after college. throughout your whole life, you were his number one, and your dad was your number one supporter.
as you let go of your dad, the door opened wider, with uncle soda walking through. as he made eye contact with you, he set down the suitcase in his hand, and he wrapped you in a quick bear hug while your parents greeted each other with a soft peck on the lips.
“hey kid, how you doin’?” soda inquired, picking the suitcase back up.
“i’m doing good.” you answered, a smile spread wide on your face. “daddy ain’t drive too recklessly?”
“just a few red lights, nothin’ too bad.” soda shrugged, earning a soft laugh from you and your parents as he carried the suitcase upstairs to the guest room.
the front door nearly shut on its own, before it got pushed open once more. as dallas stepped forward into the house, you took a step back. your mother held your hand tight, almost protectively, as she offered dallas a fake smile and a polite greeting.
as far as you knew, from late night hushed conversations your parents had in the kitchen as they seemed to forget your bedroom was the room over. your mom hated the idea of dallas staying over. however, your dad wouldn’t budge. he was determined to help dallas get back up on his own two feet.
you weren’t paying much attention as your mother and dallas exchanged pleasantries, though you felt her nudge you, and dallas was looking down at you. his hand was extended, with a sharp grin on his face.
accompanied with a weak smile, you shook his hand, for what seemed a little too long. his hand was rough, unlike yours, with calloused fingers and bruised knuckles from god knows what. your hands were soft, smooth with a vanilla scented lotion, and accompanied with a fresh, baby pink manicure from a girls night you had with your mother yesterday.
“s’good t’see you.” dallas hummed. his voice was deeper and rougher than you pictured, and it was slightly strange to hear his brooklyn accent. you knew he was from new york, but for some reason the idea of him having an accent never clicked.
obviously, he looked far different than the photos you had seen. his hair was shorter, his eyes seemed more sunken, and his stubble was far thicker than it once used to be.
you watched as dallas walked up the stairs, and looked back at your parents. as you walked back to the dining room, your dad followed behind you. as the two of you set up the table, you couldn’t help but have even more questions about dallas than you ever did before. normally, when someone brought him up, you didn’t really care, and just smiled along with the conversation.
“dad?” you murmured, voice slightly hushed. “why’d you decide to help him?”
you watched as he looked up from the table, plates in hand as he paused his robotic-like motion of setting them on the place mats.
“well…” he hesitated, before his gaze turned toward the doorway to the entrance and the stairs, where dallas and uncle soda were coming from upstairs.
the two of them were laughing at something, which didn’t seem far out of the ordinary, considering uncle soda loved to crack jokes.
“we can talk ‘bout it later… ‘kay, baby?” he whispered, continuing to set the cutlery and tableware down.
moments later, you found yourself sitting across the table from dallas. your mother sat to your right, and your father sat at the head of the table. you sat mostly in silence, just quietly enjoying your meal and occasionally laughing at a random joke.
dallas watched you nearly the whole time. from your eyes, with that same look of determination darry always had. the look that only grew after your grandparents had passed away, and darry had to step up. your smile and laughter was just like his, too. it seemed like all the stress in the world would just fade away every time he heard the sounds of your soft laughter.
as the sun slipped beneath the horizon, allowing the moon to shine, everybody slowly got ready to sleep. sodapop had said his goodbyes and taken his leave earlier in the afternoon, leaving everyone to their own devices. you had chosen to go alone and study for your finals, your mother tended to the various fruits and vegetables in the garden, while your dad helped dallas adjust and move in.
you sauntered down the carpeted steps of the staircase after saying a quick goodnight to your parents. the warm light from the living room peered outside the doorway, and the open window sent goosebumps across your arms and legs which were uncovered due to your immodest choice in summer sleepwear.
assuming somebody had mistakenly left the lights on, you walked into the living room. as you went to flip the light switch off, you noticed dallas sitting in the living room. you watched for a moment as he flipped through the paper, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a bowl he snagged from the kitchen as a makeshift ashtray, which made you frown.
“y’know, my dad doesn’t let anyone smoke inside.” you spoke up, breaking the previous long-lasting silence.
dallas gazed up from the paper, and seeing you made him grin. you watched, frown intense, as he set the newspaper onto the coffee table. he took a drag of the kool as if he didn’t hear anything you said, before turning to look at you
“what he don’t know ain’t gonna hurt him.” he dismayed, continuing to softly exhale the smoke from his nostrils.
“well you better not let him catch you…” despite your obvious disapproval, there wasn’t anything you could do except warn him of your father. however, you had a feeling dallas didn’t care.
you walked over to the window, you regretted your choice of pajamas. feeling his piercing gaze on you, you tried to ignore it and finish closing the window as fast as you could. unfortunately for you, the hinges were rusted from years of use.
after a minute of using all your force to slam the window shut while being blasted with cool air, it finally closed. you clicked the lock shut and turned around, to go back to your room.
as you stepped away from the window, you saw dallas in the corner of your eye. his eyes were locked onto your figure, on the goosebumps that trailed on your arms and legs, and on your hardened nipples from the cold air that peeked through from your thin top and lack of a bra.
as you left, you pretended not to notice him leering at you from your peripheral. something about the way he sat down turned you on. the way he slouched against the back of the sofa, with his legs apart and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
“goodnight, dallas.” you whispered, softly smiling at him from across the room.
“yeah, night, kid.” dallas murmured, grinning at you as he ashed his cigarette onto the bowl and picked the newspaper back up.
a/n ♡ amar try not to abandon her fics one chapter in and write something entirely different challenge: (level IMPOSSIBLE)
okok all jokes aside i’m gonna finish pt 2 of the trailer park au by may i’m 1/2 way done with it!!!
i don’t expect this to become a full fledged fic with like an ending, i’m mostly setting the scene for dallas and reader’s relationship. after maybe another part or two i’ll just be writing little one-shot’s of their ‘relationship.’ this part will probably be the longest out of all the establishing parts because i had a lot to say and i didn’t want to make it a whole other part.
also huge “shout out” (idk what else to call it?) to my queen flo (@diorgirl444) for helping a lot with the establishing of the fic!! she also helped a lot with proof reading and critiquing the better part of this fic!! go read her stuff right now or i’ll be under your bed tonight /j
if you guys want to send in asks for them even if i haven’t finished this little establishing series thats super cool too!! i’m also taking asks for my mythical!readers and the trailer park au!
this is how dbf!dallas winston looks during the 4th of july barbecue that your dad hosts every year 🙂↕️🙂↕️ sitting outside with johnny and two-bit drinking beers like he wasn’t fucking you into your mattress the night before :(((
do you have any general headcanons about dadsbsf dallas? 😋
could be about him and reader too, i aint picky
dad’sbsf!dallas winston. - headcanons.
pairings- dad’sbsf!dallas winston. x darry’sdaughter!reader
warnings- age gap (20-ish years), mentions of sex, mentions of jail, slight eating disorder
taglist- @diorgirl444, @r0seb100d, @johnnycadesslut, @twobitsblade, @browneyebby (dm to be added)
serious ones:
- dallas has a slightly strange relationship with food, considering he’s above-average in height and bigger than most men, the food he got wasn’t enough to sustain him. the first few weeks out of jail, he overate a lot, to the point where he was always bloated and had stomachaches. eventually, his body understood that food was readily accessible and he got more normal.
- as dallas got older, he got a lot more mellow. he isn’t as hot-headed as he was in his youth, and he doesn’t act so irrational like he did when he was younger. after years and years in jail, he surprisingly isn’t as violent as you’d think. dallas just is ever-so-slightly more tense, and he doesn’t sleep so good at night. he’s more sensitive to certain things, and very aware of his surroundings. you have to remember- it wasn’t his first time in jail or prison, just his most recent and longest sentence.
- his various addictions got far less severe after he got out. dallas barely drinks anymore, only occasionally a beer or a glass of whiskey even though he was drunk almost every night before getting sentenced. his cigarette addiction will probably never fade, he just cut down a lot since cigarettes from commissary were ridiculously expensive so he got used to rationing them.
random ones:
- before dallas went to prison, he already had dry ass alligator skin. during prison he was only given watery lotion which gave him terrible terrible eczema (totally not projecting cause i’m having a super rough eczema flare up). sometimes he’ll go to darry’sdaughter!reader’s room just to steal one of her many body oils or lotions because he’s had such a lack of moisture for the last dozen years or so. she thinks he’s going to fuck her when he just needs lotion lol.
- he really loves the way reader smells. in prison he was so used to just the most awful smells literally stuck in the walls and then reader comes along smelling like unicorns and rainbows. she’s wearing the burberry her elixr or midnight romance by polo ralph lauren btw. when they fuck missionary he’ll have his face buried in your neck just inhaling your perfume.
- the first time reader and dallas had sex, the build up was so good and she was so excited just for him to cum in like 5 strokes max. he was doing so good and came immediately and reader was just like🧍♀️. it’s okay he made it up to her, and in his defense dallas hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in many moons and it was infinitely better than his hand.
ok i’m a teensy weensy bit sleepy so i didn’t have a lot rn, maybe i’ll make a part two but we’ll see!
oh?? oh my god i haven’t really thought about this before but now i’m like hmmm… i think darry’s suspicious that reader is seeing someone, he just doesn’t think it would be dallas
i don’t think darry’s mad, but he is curious to know who it is. also i doubt he’s new to the idea of having sex outside of marriage or even dating
i’d say he kinda figured it out from little clues, like maybe he did your laundry for you and saw boxers or something. something that was obviously a mans, but not obviously belonging to dallas
and when you were running late to something, plans with friends or whatever, he went to put something away in your room. the pillow behind your headboard was suspicious, but the condom wrapper barely tucked under your bed was a giveaway
when you and darry were in the kitchen at the same time as dallas, just talking about your day, he definitely notices the hickey on your collarbone from when you went to adjust the clasp on your necklace.
darry also notices the look in dallas’ eyes when you accidentally revealed it. there was a weird look in his eyes, but it was dallas. right? no way he’d do that with one of his closest friends daughter…
what are dadsbsf!dallas kinks? do you think he'd like messy sex? (spit, squirting, sweat, ect.)
i love you anon!!! this is such a fun question!
he’d love messy sex fs, and i was actually just thinking about it. i’m talking a mixture of both of your saliva streaming down your chins as you kiss, and him cumming on your torso just to feel your sticky bodies together (and because if you got pregnant he’d kill himself).
other than that, he’s pretty vanilla(?) in nature. i don’t think he’d choke you or tie you down or anything like that. dallas almost always takes control in these situations and even when your riding him he’s still gripping your hips and thrusting up into you. he also loves blowjobs.
i could see him having a slight thing for dacryphilia. not making you cry out of pain, but pleasure. like he’s constantly hitting your g-spot, and in combination with him rubbing your clit? you have tears streaming down your cheeks with pleasure and he’s obsessed
also maybe sleepy sex? like not when your fully unconscious, but when he comes to your room after having a dream a little too realistic and his dick is rock hard. seeing your eyes fluttering open and shut and seeing you all drowsy as you suck him off :(((( he’s a goner.
