The Way He Got Arrested For Speeding Not Long After This Is So Funny To Me

♱ ⋆ . ༄ knockin on heaven's door

—dallas winston x preachers daughter

warnings: nsfw, pnv, f!receiving, creampie

"you're to never see that boy again." that's what your father said before he sent you off to boarding school, one so religious that it made mormons look like atheists.

you had invited your boyfriend Dallas over earlier that day to hang out. your father was to be teaching a sermon all afternoon, giving you and Dallas plenty of time to spend together alone. he had your thighs over his shoulders, his lips slowly trailing toward your core, causing you to let out soft giggles. the door suddenly bursts open, your father standing in the doorway, still in his clergy.

next thing you knew, you were in the back of your fathers car, sitting next to a suitcase as he began to lecture you.

after 3 long, gruelling months of constant praying and bible studies, you were finally back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. you never thought that you'd be so happy to see such a shithole of a town again. you missed the constant greaser vs. soc rivalry, gang fights, and even the insults that were thrown at you by the soc girls that hung around the diner.

you slammed your suitcase onto the velvet armchair that sat in the corner of your room before flopping onto your mattress.

"fuck it's hot" you sighed, ripping off your soft white dress, tossing it into the corner of your room.

"your hot." you heard a familiar deep voice say from behind you.

"jesus christ!" you shouted, turning around to see Dallas standing in the corner with his arms crossed, a big smirk plastered across his face as he admired your body.

"you okay sweetheart?" you heard your father shout.

"yup! just.. praying." you smiled as you and Dallas continued to make eye contact. Dallas let out a chuckle, one that sounded like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, walking over to him. his hands quickly found their way to your waist, his fingers toying with the lace that lined your panties. "how'd you know I got back?"

"I've been counting the days." he smiled, kissing your neck softly. "I missed you."

"baby if my father finds you here, your done."

"then i'll confess" he shrugged, making you giggle. "what?, is it against the lord to see my beautiful girlfriend?"

"it's against the lord to trespass. it's also against the law."

"you know I don't do laws." he smiled before slowly walking you over to your mattress, laying you down onto the floral cotton sheets below. "I'll do you though"

"your an animal, Dal." Dally began to softly kiss you, his hands rubbing the plush skin of your thighs. he settles himself between your legs, his st. christopher dangling over you, the cold metal brushing against your hot skin.

"honey!" your father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. your heart stopped, dally and you looking at one another in fear as you heard footsteps making their way closer up the stairs before stopping halfway. "i'm going over to Mrs. Porters house for prayer! i'll see you' later! and if I come home to find that hoodlum in my house again you'll be gone for a year!"

"yes daddy!" you shout back downstairs, Dally smirking. the front door shuts and you immediately lean in to begin kissing him again before he pulls away, stopping you.

"daddy?"

"oh shut up and fuck me." you tell him before pulling him in by his chain, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"yes ma'am" he said into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you slipped your fingers through his brown tufts, tugging slightly at the roots, causing him to groan into your mouth. "god I missed you. I missed this sexy little body. I missed how sweet you taste. I missed all of you" Dally whispers into your ear before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. you raked your nails down his stomach, creating goosebumps down his spine.

he licked his lips as he looked down at you, the life sight in front of him hardening the bulge in his pants. your hair was sprawled out onto the bed, your matching white set blending in with the sheets below, your cross necklace sitting perfectly over your collarbone. "fuck your gorgeous."

you bit your lip at the compliment, turning your face to the side to hide your flushed expression. he placed his finger on the side of your cheek, pulling your face back toward him. he placed soft kisses all over your cheeks and forehead before making his way down your body. "I wanna taste you." Dally whispers, leaving opened mouth kisses upon your inner thighs. the last time you were both in this position, it ended in you being sent away— but now, you two could finish what you started.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. he spread your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds. his eyes looked up at you with a mix of innocence and lust. just as he was about to place his mouth where you needed him most, he pulled away, clasping his hands into a prayer pose. you laughed, slapping him playfully.

"what? a man can't pray before eating. I thought that's what y'all christian's did?"

before you could response, his tongue was eating you out like a man starved. your hand flew to his hair, the other gripping the sheets as you let out loud and desperate moans. "fuck.. yes...." you gasped, biting your lower lip.

your reactions only spurred him on, his technique growing more aggressive yet passionate. he groaned into your pussy as you tugged harshly on his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core. "fuck! do that again!" he obeyed, humming into your clit as he sucked harshly, bringing you closer to the edge. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum!"

"do it sweetheart, cum on my face." and you did, letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your liquids dripping down his chin as he raised himself back up, climbing on top of you.

you two began kissing again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra as you unzipped his jeans, both of you pulling off each article. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick that you missed the feeling of.

"this okay?" he asked, you humming in response. he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaked hole, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. "fuck.. I missed this pretty little pussy. my pretty little pussy"

he began moving at a slower pace, allowing you to adjust to his length after not being filled with it for so long. he grabbed your thigh with one hand, his other holding your face as you both maintained eye contact as he fucked himself into you. "shit.." you whimpered, staring into his dark eyes.

the moment was so intimate. your sweaty bodies were pressed against one another, practically becoming one. his breath fanned over your neck as he hid his face into your shoulder, his grip on your thigh tightening as he could feel the both of you growing closer to your peak. you wrapped both of your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper than before, your body exuding a loud moan. "there we go" Dally praised as his thrusts became faster and harder, making you grow louder and louder. "you're such a good girl baby.. such a good girl. taking me so well. you always fit me so perfectly don't ya'?"

you couldn't respond, you only nodded at his words as you felt yourself growing closer to climax. "i'm gon- cum-" you sobbed, tears in your eyes as he continued to hit that one sweet spot within your womb.

"yeah? you gonna cum baby?" he whispered almost sympathetically, giving you the dark doe eyes that you loved oh so much about him, especially during times like this. "cum for me"

and you did, finishing with a loud moan of his name. "i'm so close, where do you want me?"

"inside.. I want you to fill me up" you muttered, Dally's eyes widening. "it's okay. i'm on the pill." you reassured him, sending a wave of relief over him. you pressed kisses against the skin of his neck as he came inside of you, shooting thick ropes into you.

"fuck.." he said breathlessly on top of you, kissing your chest that was still glistening with sweat. "I missed you so bad baby, you have no idea"

"I missed you too.." you smiled before passionately kissing him, your hand cupping his jaw.

"now let's get cleaned up huh?" he says, moving to get off of you before being stopped. you both look down to see your necklaces caught in one another, your cross laying on top of his st. christopher pendant. you both chuckled as your fingers brushed against one another, slowly untangling the jewellery.

Dally laid a peck on your cheek before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

MORE MATT DILFON CONTENT 😛

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

⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆୨୧ playground love

— bob hughes x art-therapist!reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 playground love by air + gordon tracks

warnings: language

"this is so fuckin' stupid" Bob muttered to himself repeatedly as he walked down the soft white halls of the rehab clinic, slapping a piece of folded paper in his hand over and over.

inside the piece of paper contained a manuscript of his information as well as his sponsor and their personal request to send him to the recovery session that he was headed to now. what was the recovery session? art therapy.

when he first heard the words, he had no idea what it mean. he had heard of therapy before but always thought that it was a load of bullshit, though he only ever though of it that way when he was strung up as he believed that drugs were the solution to every mental health problem he's ever had— it's why he turned to them in the first place.

but the idea of doing art as a form of therapy sounded even faker. art can't solve your problems, only distract you from them he thought to himself.

but, he had made that promise to god that he would get clean if he was able to get that poor girls body into the ground without getting caught. and he had stuck to that promise.. so far.

he looked into the clear window of the door that led to the art room. he looked around and saw people sitting in front of easels and canvases, paint sitting beside them on little tables as they cleaned their brushes in water and sketched their ideas with charcoal pencils.

from the looks of it, there were only patients in the room and no teacher. with furrowed brows, he knocked on the door.

everyone looked up at him, a person in the front row looking to their side as if someone was talking to them before nodding their head and walking over to unlock the door.

"hey is there a Mrs.-" bob began, but was cut off when he saw a beautiful girl standing in the middle of the room. you looked up at him with a welcoming smile, one that made him feel warm. he looked at you up and down, studying your flowy boho skirt that stopped just above the floor, your cropped white front tie top stained and covered in paint.

you had turned around at the sound of his deep, soothing voice, and immediately, your heart stopped. he was the most attractive man that you had ever seen, one that looked as if he had stepped straight off the red carpet and into the building. his brown hair fell in swoops, two loose strands framing his forehead. his brown eyes were dark, but had an underlying sweetness to them. he was wearing a white shirt with a beige checkered flannel that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his watch that looked expensive and was most likely stolen, if not bought through dirty money.

you had read his file, as you did with all of your new patients. he had been married— and technically still was— but was going through a divorce. no children or relatives on the contact sheet, and had an apartment a few blocks away from the rehab center. he had been hung on all sorts of drugs but mainly heroin, one of the worst kinds. your heart ached for him, though, it did after every file you read that belonged to a patient. you couldn't help it, you were too empathetic— it's why you got into the job in the first place. you wanted to help people, and help people you did.

"hello! you must be Bob?" you asked, wiping your messy hands on a rag as you walked over to him. "I would shake your hand but uh.." you showed your hands before giggling. your laugh sounded like honey, and the sunlight that poured through the windows and illuminated your skin made you look like it too.

"yeah.. that's me" he smiled half-heartedly. you looked at him up and down, taking him in as he had done with you.

"follow me and we will get you set up, yeah?" you gestured for him to follow you to the back of the room. as he walked behind you, he watched your hips and skirt sway in synchronicity. your skirt hanging low on your hips revealed your lower back tattoo that were of a bundle flowers, which made his brain go to unholy places.

you grabbed a cup of brushes and a palette already decorated with dollops of paint. you walk over to an empty canvas where you set down the materials and pulled up a stool for him.

"so, what do I do?" Bob asked, his hands in his pockets. you looked at him with a smile, seeing that he was clearly embarrassed to be here and didn't buy a bit of the "art therapy" shit. "do I just paint?"

"mhm! paint whatever makes you feel calm.. happy!"

your happiness and cheerful personality made him feel at peace, as if everything was good in the world— it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. he had never seen someone so happy to be in a place like this, and he had never seen a woman more beautiful.

Bob sat down on the stool, hesitantly grabbing a pencil on the shelf of the easel before sketching out what looked to be a spoon.

you could already tell what he was doing, so you stopped him by grabbing his hand softly. your hands were as soft as silk, and feeling your hand in his made his heart pound. "Bob.." you smiled, giving him a look. he didn't say anything, he merely stared at you. you began to blush as you two stared into one another's eyes, getting lost in them before you cleared your throat and let go of him. "listen hun, I know that stuff may make you feel good.. but what actually makes you truly happy."

he nodded his head with a smirk, erasing the pencil marks that he had previously made before beginning to draw something else. you couldn't make it out at first, but he began to draw a dog, one that was small and fluffy. you watched over his shoulder with a smile as he began to shade certain areas in an attempts to tidy it up, putting effort into the picture.

"who's that?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

"a dog that I had.." his thick New York accent making your knees weak, "his name was Panda. but uh.. he's gone"

"oh.. i'm sorry" you whispered, to which he replied with a quiet 'it's fine' before putting the pencil down.

though Bob was an ex-addict and mainly hustled his way through life, he was somehow a good artist. his drawing wasn't half bad for a beginner and there was potential.

suddenly, you heard your name being called by another patient. you quickly rushed over, leaving Bob to his thoughts and brushes. "I know what you're thinkin' man. you ain't the first one in here to wanna date her. believe me, we've tried. but she ain't allowed to date patients, let alone junkies" a patient next to Bob whispers with a mischievous smirk.

"just shut up and keep eatin' your paint, yeah?" he groans as he dips his brush into the black paint before laying a few strokes onto the canvas.

honestly, it hurt for him to hear that you didn't date patients. not because it was surprising, but because it was disappointing.

after Diane left, he had been feeling more alone than ever. he had decided to forget about her after she came to him and told him that she was Rick's lady, that she had moved on. Now, it was time for Bob to do the same. and he wanted to move on with you.

after you began to circle the room again, complimenting everybody's work and giving a few tips, you came back around to Bob.

"excuse me miss?" he asked. "could you help me? I can't really get the face right, y'know?"

"of course!" you smiled, carefully taking the brush from his hand. you leaned over a bit, carefully mapping out the dogs face and the shading. as you painted, you noticed that Bob was watching you, though he wasn't watching you paint. he couldn't help but admire your features as well as your talent. it all came so easily to you, and painting something that would take anyone else hours took you mere minutes.

"there! now when you-" and as you rambled, he listened intently and watched as your face lit up with passion. and as he watched your soft, pink lips move, he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

after an hour of continuously calling you over for "help" and a few more brush strokes, the art therapy session was over. as everyone got up and began to leave, you thanked them all for coming and bid them a farewell.

you turned around and were surprised to see Bob still in the room, standing before you with his jacket hung over his arm.

"oh! Bob! is there something I can help you with?" you asked, walking closer to him.

"nah, I was just wondering.." he began, though, he stopped himself. he remembered what that guy had told him earlier, that you don't date patients. and even though he knew that the answer to his question would probably be no, he had to ask anyway. "would you uh.. wanna go out sometime?"

his question caught you off guard as he was technically still married and you hadn't expected his constant staring to be out of romantic interest, you just figured that he was curious.

"uh... listen Bob-"

"I know you don't date patients. but I was wonderin' if maybe you could.. make some sort of exception."

to be honest, you so desperately wanted to say yes. it wasn't often that you came across a man as attractive and sweet as him, and it just so happened that he had fallen right into your lap, making it a perfect opportunity. however, you knew that saying yes and dating a patient would probably get you fired, so you found a loophole.

"come with me" you told him before walking out of the room and down the hall, Bob following you with a confused look on his face. you walked out the back door into an empty alley way. "ask again" you said with a wide smile.

Bob looked as if you had asked him to solve a 10 step math problem, but nonetheless, he obeyed. "will you go out with me sometime?"

"yeah" you smiled, stepping closer, you bodies barely touching one another. he opened his mouth to ask a question that you already knew the answer to. "this alley way doesn't belong to the program. so technically, you aren't one of the patients at the moment. they tell us to keep our patient relationships inside.. but they never said anything about creating new relationships outside. so think of this as us meeting" you explained before extending your hand, "i'm y/n, you?"

he smiled back at you before taking your hand and shaking it. "I'm Bob," he said "Bob Hughes."

@avroravia @seilahdiaries @r0seb100d @johnnycadesslut

݁ ۪ ୧ . rules

˚ ˖𓍢ִ yes:

-i will write for other outsiders characters (depending on who and the request)

-i write nsfw (if you request outsiders characters i might write nsfw for them but again, it depends on who and what the request is)

-i will write for large age gaps as long as its legal

౿  ׂ  ˳ no:

-i will not write rape, pedophilia, self harm, sa, incest

-if you try to fight me on a request that i don't want to do, you will be blocked

-i only write fem reader as i am unable to capture other genders well. i also only write for character x reader, i dont do ships

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

₊ ˚. ⊹ I don't need your mercy

—dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: m!receiving, face fucking, messy head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

begs for slow burn/fluff w Johnny Cade ppl don’t write enough for my boy 😓

(love ur writing btw)

୭ °۪ ׂ heavy

—johnny cade x reader

warnings: language

the crowded school hallway smelt of expensive perfumes and hair grease, the hair thick and humid as students danced around one another to get to their classes. you stood up against the lockers, chatting with your friend Angela as the world faded around you both.

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you spun around to see your best friend Johnny standing in front of you, a grin on his face.

"hey"

"hey johnnycake!" you exclaimed excitedly, giving him a hug. "you still wanna hang out after school?"

"sure thing" he says, the school bell going off and filling the halls, sending lingering students on their way to class, including you and Angela.

you look at Angela to see her stifling a laugh, biting her lip. "what?"

"he loves you so much, my god" she cackles, wrapping her arm around yours.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh in response as the both of you enter the classroom. the both of you walked to your desks that sat side by side, sitting down and placing your books onto the wooden surface. "Johnny and I have been friends since grade school. If he was in love with me, he would've made a move by now. besides, I don't like him like that"

"yeah right. this is Johnny we're talking about. he's the last person to tell you how he feels."

"that's not true, he tells me everything." and it was true, he did tell you everything. the both of you had been friends since you were 9 and he were 10. you had found him sitting alone on the curb of a street corner by your house when you were walking home from the store one day.

you had offered to bring him back to yours as it was cold and dreary, and despite him refusing, he ended up in your living room only 15 minutes later.

since then, the two of you had always been each others number 1. every time he needed to vent about his parents, you would be there— and every time an ignorant Soc made you cry, you would run to him for comfort.

as you waited for Johnny at the front of the school after class, you couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said, an endless thought loop playing in your head. you thought about all of the times that Johnny would gaze at you when you weren't looking, all the times he would hold you longingly as you cried into his chest. the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

"you ready to go?" you heard Johnny say from behind you.

"yeah" you smiled as you two began walking toward your house. the both of you talked one another's ear off, talking about anything and everything as you two always did. as you arrived at your home, you noticed your mothers car was gone meaning that the house was empty. you preferred it that way as your mother always teased and embarrassed you in front of Johnny, believing that you two were having some secret love affair.

you walked through the front door, setting your books down on the table nearby, your arms instantly feeling relief from no longer being weighed down by unnecessarily heavy textbooks.

"you want anything? water, juice, a snack?" you asked, walking over to your kitchen and opening your fridge, scanning for anything new that may have been added to the shelves while you were at school.

"i'm alright" Johnny shrugged, not wanting to bother you or "steal" your food, despite the fact that you were offering it and he wasn't taking anything without permission. he often felt like a burden, but you always tried your best to remind him that he wasn't.

you grabbed a coke, walking over to Johnny who was now sitting on the couch. you snapped open the can, the tab letting out a satisfying pop sound. you took a gulp, a little getting on the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy flipping through TV channels, yet Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of that small drop running down your skin— not because it bothered him, but because it was right by your soft pair of lips, ones that he had been longing to kiss.

"anything you wanna watch?" you asked him, continuing to flip through the channels.

"you." he mumbled, gazing at you lovingly. despite his voice being low and quiet, you knew what he had said. you turned to him, his gaze not turning away from you as it usually did when you caught him staring.

you both stared into one another's eyes before looking at each others lips.

"I really like you." he said to you without thinking as he was too busy staring at you.

Angela was right, you thought to yourself, and I was wrong. you were wrong about not liking Johnny, of course you liked him. after all of these years, how could you not? he was perfect in every way. you couldn't find a single flaw in the boy, not even the scar on his cheek or the slight gap in between his two front teeth. he was beautiful in every way. he was kind and sincere, he never judged you, and by god was he handsome.

it all made sense— every time a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell yourself that the anger you felt was simply you feeling protective over him, not wanting him to get hurt by a girl who was looking for a good time, and every time you thought about him as you lay in bed at night, your mind would always wander to his plush lips and dark brown eyes. you realised that you didn't just like him, you loved him.

"I really like you too." you replied after a long pause. he cupped your jaw with both hands before slowly pulling you in, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you felt your heart burst, your body finally feeling relieved. it was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you were floating.

after all of these years, you finally understood why your heart would race whenever you saw him, and why you couldn't help but look at him in adoration as he laughed infectiously. you had wanted him, and you finally had him.

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

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

his side profile, his jawlines, his nose, his eyes, his hair i'm boutta BUSTTTTT-

i've never seen a more beautiful and delectable man in my entire life like omg i want to do devious activities w this man