HI OMG i have a request because i love love love your writing 💕💕💕
i was thinking maybe Dallas Winston and a reader who’s very fragile? maybe she had an ex boyfriend who was very like firm and aggressive on her? IDK i feel like that’s so stupid. you can write it however you want but idk maybe that could be the theme??? ITS UP TO U
sorry if it’s stupid😭😭😭
LOVE U🤗
Thank you for the request (not stupid at all)! I hope you enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: fem reader, harassment, mentions of past abuse
Loud. Crowded. Stuffy. Those were the words that came to mind when thinking of the infamous greaser gatherings that took place at Buck’s bar. It was really the last place you wanted to be, and the last place Dallas wanted you to be, without him, of course. He had said many times that wandering around without him there was dangerous and vaguely alluded to incidents that had occurred with even some of the tougher greaser girls who knew how to throw a punch; he didn’t want to even think what could happen to the girl who walked facing the ground to avoid stepping on little insects crawling around.
Not that he thought you were dumb or unable to take care of yourself – you had displayed immense strength in ways he would always secretly admire you for – but you alone late at those parties would be a very stupid act in itself.
Nonetheless, there you stood, a few feet away from the door, illuminated only by the neon sign reflecting in the puddles. The earthy scent of freshly rain-soaked grass filled your nostrils, and bitter wind lashed across your cheeks as you chewed your cracked lips, debating turning around and running home. The last thing you needed right now was harassment.
Though surely Dallas was only ever exaggerating. Nearly everyone knew who you were; no one really ever dared to mess with you due to the fear of getting their teeth knocked out and ribs broken.
Today had been a harrowing day. Little things piling up until you felt your chest tighten and head pound. Not to mention the sudden brutal change in weather that had your bones quivering, your little blue sweater wrapped as tight as possible across your trembling torso.
You just wanted Dallas. Wanted him to hold you in his bed that smelt so distinctly of him; even if it wasn’t the nicest scent, it was the most comforting one in the world to you.
You knew you wouldn’t have to ask twice; just glare silently at him until he sighed, lifting the edge of his covers so you could slide in.
Just thinking about it made your heart clench, and before you knew it, you could hear gravel crunching under your boots as you marched towards the door.
You’d go in, not so much as glance at anyone, and head straight up the stairs to the room Dallas was often in. He might get annoyed, but he’d get over it the minute you kicked off your boots and curled up in his bed.
Twisting the icy brass doorknob, you slipped in, immediately clouded with the dizzying stench of cigarette smoke and liquor.
You tried to “sorry” and “excuse me” your way through, but the crowd swallowed every word, leather-clad elbows knocking into your side with not so much as a grunt for an apology.
Once you had finally caught sight of a clear path to the stairs, you had also unfortunately caught sight of a towering, stocky figure looming by the staircase. A greaser whose name you currently couldn’t remember; just Dallas’s constant warnings of his sheer ruthlessness flooded your mind. Even Dallas said that he avoids him at all costs, so you could only begin to imagine what he was capable of.
You figured you’d just stand in the corner for a bit until they would surely eventually move elsewhere.
That lasted for about two minutes before you noticed some guy staggering over to you, licking his alcohol-coated lips in a manner that had you cringing and darting straight for the stairs.
Just your luck, the greaser Dallas warned you about was still planted right by the stairs, not to mention he now had two almost equally broad guys beside him.
Panic rooted you in place. The man was on you instantly, still licking his lips in that disgusting manner.
His grimy hands clamped onto your waist, trying to pull you in for a dance.
You gasped and desperately tried to tear his hands off of you, but he just squeezed harder, leaning into your neck to mumble something in your ear, his breath reeking of pure filth.
“C’mon, pretty thing. I’m just asking for one dance. Don’t ever get the luxury of seeing something as gorgeous as you in here.”
Before you could calm down and even begin to think of the appropriate thing to do next, a voice yelled from across the room.
“Hands off, fucker.”
Dallas was beside you in an instant, pummeling his fist into the man’s side, and you watched him cower back in unsuspected pain and fear.
Just as quickly as everything happened, Dallas gripped your wrist with strength he had never used on you and dragged you straight up to the room.
He didn’t even turn to look at you once. Good. You felt embarrassingly fat tears build up in your eyes.
Once he locked the door, he finally faced you and released your wrist, causing you to wince. He looked terrifyingly furious.
“What the fuck were you doing down there? Do you have a single fucking brain cell in that head of yours or what?”
You remained silent. He had never been so harsh with you; you were beginning to feel all those horrible feelings that you had just recently been able to convince yourself were all behind you now, just an ugly stain in your past.
“How many fucking times did I tell you not to ever wander around there alone?”
Silence followed.
“Answer me for fuck’s sake, or do I need to smack some sense into you, huh?”
At that you visibly flinched, your body curling in on itself as it had been taught to do so many times before.
“What the fuck…?”
Dallas inhaled sharply and tried to calm down, reaching his hand out to lift your chin, only for you to distance yourself as far as you could.
“Hey, c’mon, don’t do that. Look at me.”
You remained as you were, silent and unmoving save for the small tremble of your body.
“Y’know, I don’t mean that I just—I just got so angry seeing what happened when it was something that could have easily been avoided. Something I’d told you about many times.”
“Can you please look at me?”
He sounded cautious, confused, and almost apologetic. You raised your head ever so slightly, breathing heavily.
“What’s going on?”
You knew there was no way to escape telling him now. You had been together for a few months, and to be entirely honest, it was a miracle you had managed to keep it hidden this whole time.
“Um, I—”
More tears streamed down your face.
“Slow down, doll, you’re okay.”
“Um, you know my ex, the one I dated around a year before you?”
Dallas nodded, but you noticed the way his lip curled slightly at the mention of another guy.
“Well, he, um – he was always really aggressive, always grabbing me too tight, and when he’d get really mad, he – he would…”
Your voice trailed off, unable to say anymore. You let out a small broken cry, and Dallas could only watch in clear discomfort, hands awkwardly planted at his sides as he tried to guess what to say or do next.
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault I ignored what you said, and now I’m getting all upset over nothing—”
“No, hey. Come sit with me, please?”
Dallas sat on the edge of his bed, watching as you hesitantly followed.
“I’d never lay a hand on you.”
He wasn’t sure what else to say; he just needed you to know.
“I know Dal.”
You leaned into him, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulders.
“What that bastard did – you didn’t deserve that.”
His jaw was clenched as he spoke, anger seething within at the thought of someone hurting you. Your ex was lucky he had moved out of Tulsa.
“I’m sorry for scarin’ you.”
Dallas whispered.
“It’s okay. Lie down with me? I had a shitty day, and that was the only reason I came here in the first place.”
“Yeah c’mere sweets.”
He pulled you under the covers with him and held you close to his chest, his hand sliding under your shirt to rub your back.
“Call here first next time so I can come find you, okay?
You nodded, sinking into the warmth and his scent that you had been aching for all day.
Hiiii could you write a Dallas x fem!reader smut where he basically just thinks she's so cute in everything she does and they start making out and then they do it. Tyy!!💗💗
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: fem reader, smut, pnv sex
I'm sweet like cherry pie, and he likes this
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
You giggle, shoulders shaking and a shy smile creeping up your face. Dallas’s stare was intense and dancing all over you. It was all-consuming, drinking in every crinkle in your skin and every echo in your voice, though the gentleness in his eyes didn’t go missed by you; he wasn’t hungrily ravaging you with them, just admiring you with quiet adoration.
“I’m just ironing my shirts, Dal, hardly anything special.”
He shifted his weight on the old chair at your dining room table, absentmindedly running his fingers along the worn wood, tracing the patterned cracks in a similar way he does to your skin late at night, hidden in your bedsheets.
“You’re special.”
You had to stifle a chuckle that threatened to escape you, knowing that him expressing his feelings so casually like this was a rare occurrence, not because he didn’t love you, but because it was so against his nature that he even seemed to wince slightly as he said the words. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass him, but you still wanted to play with him a bit.
“Gosh, you’re such a dork sometimes, you know? I wonder what all the people who cower in your presence would think. Dallas Winston getting all soft on his girl, huh?”
You set the iron down, steam swirling into the air around you like a mystical fog. Dallas said nothing; he just continued to gaze at you longingly with those big brown eyes of his that lacked any trace of the menace that they so often carried.
“Well, I think you should leave that ironing alone; I don’t want you to ruin those pretty little hands of yours.”
“I gotta finish these, Dal; you could help me hang them up instead of just sitting there.”
Dallas shook his head, silently beckoning you over with his hand, the loving expression on his face morphing into something a bit heavier.
You feigned annoyance, trying to keep your face straight as you slumped your shoulders and sighed, sauntering over to him acting as if that wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do. Ironing be damned.
He adjusted his legs so he could pull you down onto his lap, almost giving you no time to think, his mouth seeking yours instantly and biting down on your lower lip so he could groan into your mouth.
“You’re just so cute, makes me want to just eat you out – I mean up.”
You tugged on his shirt, huffing.
“Oh, that's so not what you meant. Give a girl a chance to breathe, Dal.”
His hard-on was already pressing up against you, making you ache as he made out with you slow and heavy, lips gliding over yours and his tongue rolling over yours.
“Wanna make you feel so good it's hard for you to breathe. The loveliest girl I’ve ever seen.”
Your body was thrumming in desire, melting into his as he held you with a firm grip, beginning to drag your hips along the evident bulge in his jeans.
Gasping, you tugged harder at his shirt.
“We’re—” You moaned. “We’re in the dining room, Dal – anyone could come home.”
“Shh—I’ll make it quick and easy; you don't even have to take your clothes off, just relax for me.”
He pressed three hot kisses along the column of your neck before undoing his belt and jeans, tugging his cock from his boxers and pumping himself a couple of times, his other hand still secure around your waist.
You whined at the sight of him and then at the feel of him rubbing his leaking tip along your clothed slit.
“Please Dal—”
“Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you, baby; open up for me.”
Slipping his hand under your skirt, he took two fingers and pulled your panties to the side and guided himself in with one big thrust; no prep was needed, as you were already so wet and ready for him, just from kissing and a little bit of stimulation.
Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you up.
The chair creaked under the weight of the both of you grinding into each other, Dallas’s palms planted at your hips as he bounced you up and down his shaft, groaning through gritted teeth about how good you felt sucking him in.
“Shit. That’s it, keep squeezin me like that, doll.”
The mutual sound of your deep gasps and occasional groans filled the air, as well as the gentle smack of your thighs against his.
You could feel his cock twitch inside you, signalling he was close, so you snuck your hand down and rubbed at your clit to get yourself to your peak quicker.
Usually, Dallas would almost feel offended at the act of you having to please yourself and quickly replacing your fingers with his, but today he just watched in awe as you touched yourself just the way you knew you liked it.
“Look at you rubbin’ your sweet pussy. Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Mhm, Dal, I’m gonna cum.”
“Let me feel you; cum for me, baby.”
You pulsed and shivered around him, leading Dallas to spill his warmth inside you, letting you milk him through your orgasms.
You spent a few minutes coming down in his arms; the realisation of what you had done was settling over you.
“God, Dal, we just had sex at my dining room table.”
Without lifting you off him, he reached over for the box of tissues on the table.
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