I've Never Seen A More Beautiful And Delectable Man In My Entire Life Like Omg I Want To Do Devious Activities

࿔ * : ･ after the fact

— dallas winston x reader

warnings: suggestive, language

dally groans as he lays on top of you, the both of you breathless, your legs shaking. you were still in a euphoric daze from your climax, your vision somewhat blurry as you attempted to regain your composure.

"jesus baby" Dally said breathlessly into your neck before peppering kisses all over your skin. "always do so well" he mumbled before turning your face toward him and kissing you passionately.

he stroked circles on your skin, laying somewhat on top of you for a few moments more before kneeling on the bed, looking down at you in awe.

you looked so beautiful. your hair was sprawled out on the pillows, his cum on your thighs, stomach, and chest from previous rounds. Dally could feel himself getting hard again, but knew you were too fucked out and exhausted to possibly even think about going again— besides, he was just as tired— 3 times was enough.

"you're so gorgeous baby" he told you, his voice soft and quiet, as if he were lulling you to sleep. you felt yourself begin to drift off but quickly caught yourself as you didn't want to fall asleep just yet, not until you were in Dally's arms, his muscles holding you tightly as if his life depended on it. "i'm gonna clean you up, okay?" you didn't say anything, simply nodding with a slight smile.

you kept your eyes closed, hearing the floorboards creek as Dally exited to go to the bathroom. he reappeared a few moments later with a damp, warm washcloth. you felt a dip in the bed followed by a pair of somewhat wet hands prying your legs open. your eyes shot open, having been caught off guard by this gesture. "relax doll, it ain't nothing I haven't seen before. besides, I was just inside you. I think we're past the point of hiding ourselves, yeah?"

you giggled at the comment, blushing and hiding your face which Dally found adorable. he began slowly and gently dragging the cloth on your thighs, then stomach, then breasts, slowly collecting his liquids off of you.

"I can't believe you're mine. you're so gorgeous" he chuckled against the skin of your cheek after tossing the dirty rag aside.

Dally being affectionate during aftercare wasn't out of the ordinary, at least, not at this point in your guys relationship. at first, he would hand you the cloth to clean yourself, then once you were done he would wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side— now, he worshipped you, and you weren't complaining one bit.

i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.

#gangshippinghater

oh!

࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

should've been me 💔

but side note, i can't tell how long they were together for cause the photo dates jump around yet they only dated for 2-4 years. they're still besties tho.. like she has a million photos of him on her insta and paints him often.

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࿔ * ･ crying during sex

— older!dallas x reader (pt.2)

song 𝄞 crying during sex by ethel cain

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, m!receiving, dacryphilia

you waited eagerly behind the bar for Dallas to walk through the door, keeping him to his promise of coming back. it wasn't early, but also wasn't late. there was still time.

you weren't sure what to expect from him when if he arrived. was he going to ask you out? or did he just want a friendly chat. either way, you were excited. last night, there was undeniable tension between the both of you. you could feel his yearning for you, and you were sure he could feel your fawning for him.

he was extremely attractive, there was no denying it. his scruffy beard and somewhat messy haircut, his dark eyes and smooth lips. he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, his clearly large dick strained against the tightness of the fabric. just seeing him for the first time made your heat flutter, desperate for more.

as you got lost in the thought of him, you heard the bell above the door bellow throughout the bar. your head shoots up, and then, you see him. you almost drop the glass you were filling up for a customer, your body tensing and your nails practically scratching the cup.

he looked over and made eye contact with you, a smirk appearing on his face. he walks over to the counter, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the countertop as he takes a seat on one of the stools.

"hey."

"hey, you kept your promise" you smiled, "what can I get you?"

"uh.. just a beer."

"you got it" you popped open a beer, sliding it toward him and watching him take a swig. "so uh... any pool games tonight? I don't see any of your buddies?"

"nah, it's just me." he shook his head, looking around.

"aww, you came here just for me?" you joked, holding a hand over your heart and pouting, making him chuckle and roll his eyes.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled. the air was tense between you two, despite only having exchanged a few words so far, but you could both feel that you wanted the exact same thing.

after finishing serving another customer, you sidled back over to Dally, now leaning against the counter as you stared at him and he stared back at you. "you know.." he began, leaning closer to your over the counter, "I think we both want the same thing, right?"

"which is?" you smirked, leaning into him, your faces mere centimetres apart. you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his breath smelling like a mix of beer, cigarettes, and mint— a scent that was both intoxicating and addictive.

"what time do you get off?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his beer before pulling out a packet of kools from the pocket of his leather jacket that was draped over counter.

"uh.. like an hour?" you told him, looking at the clock.

"when you get off do you wanna maybe.. get outta here?"

"buy me a drink first, god" you joked, laughing. he chuckled softly, one that made you want to clench your thighs together, his voice deep and gruff. "at least let me get to know you, yeah?"

"okay.." he bit the inside of his cheek, "what do you wanna know?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette and a match, flicking it against his necklace and igniting a flame before putting it at the end of the cancer stick.

"about you" you told him, sliding the ashtray toward him as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"okay.. well, my name is Dallas-"

"I know" you blurted out before you could think. you immediately felt your cheeks get red as you realised how creepy you must sound saying that. "sorry" you giggled awkwardly "I overheard it last night during the game" he nodded in response with a smile.

"so.. what's yours?" he asked, and you told him. "okay, well... god, I feel like i'm in a fuckin' AA meeting."

you laughed and nodded your head. "fine, how 'bout this. how old are you?"

he paused for a moment before answering, "45." you nodded, smiling wide as that number excited you. whenever you dated guys, there were usually close to your age if not older, so having sex with an older guy was exciting and new. "you do stuff with older guys?"

"not typically." you told him honestly, "hope that doesn't turn you off"

"nah, if anything it turns me on. nice to know you've never had someone as experienced as me."

"so.. you are gonna fuck me" you whispered into his ear, fully leaned over the counter. your breath sent chills down his spine, making him hold back a groan. he grabbed your jaw, holding your face to make eye contact with him, your cheeks flushed.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"is that a challenge?" you smirked, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from his face.

"it's a promise." he said, now it being his turn to whisper into your ear. "in an hour?"

"in an hour."

an hour later, you rushed to clean your station, eager to go off with Dallas. you assumed that he was gonna take you to some cheap motel room or do it in the back of his car (if he had one). your expectations were low, to say the least.

Dally grabbed his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders as you approached him. he wrapped his arm around your waist, treating you as if you had been together for years— it surprised you, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who was chivalrous— but you weren't complaining.

"so.. where too?"

"my place isn't too far from here. it's a bar called Bucks, about 30 minutes"

"wait, you live in a bar? if you live in a bar, why come here?"

"a little birdie told me there was a sexy girl working here" he joked, though seeming somewhat serious . you rolled your eyes at him, "nah, a friend told me to meet him here since Bucks gets too crowded. c'mon, my cars here"

to your surprise, he pointed to a red t-bird, one that was sleek and looked almost brand new. you had never sat in something so fancy, and even though you knew it wasn't his, you didn't say anything.

as you both drove down the road to Bucks, you talked about anything and everything from jobs, to memories, to dreams. despite only having known one another for a total of 2 hours, you felt as though you had known one another for a life time.

as you pulled into the parking lot of Bucks, you looked into the window to see the bar fully basked in red lights, Hank Williams blasting through the walls.

As you both walked into the building, it was way busier than your bar had ever been. it was so busy that you could barely get through the crowd of bodies to the room that Dally was dragging you to.

As you walked into a bedroom, in which you assumed was Dally's, you immediately shut the door behind you, locking it.

Dally immediately pulled you in, smashing his lips into yours, lips that you have been so desperate to taste. his rough, calloused hands began to feel you up, holding your waist before making their way down to your ass.

you slowly made your way toward the bed, falling back with Dally now on top of you. he fondled your breasts over your shirt, nipping and kissing at your neck. you whimpered at the feeling, playing with his brown strands and running your fingers through them. he paused for a moment, pulling away and pulling off his shirt before tossing it onto the floor. you did the same, revealing your lacy red bra that you wore for the occasion.

"fuck" he whispered, looking down at you in adoration. he reached behind you with one hand, unclipping your bra and letting it fall into your lap to reveal your breasts. he wasted no time in latching onto them, sucking on them mercilessly, making you moan. "your so gorgeous" he whispered against your skin, looking up at you.

you smirked at him, guiding him to sit on the bed as you wanted him in your mouth. you slowly kissed down his chest before reaching his jeans, looking up at him for permission to which he leaned back in consent, awaiting you to start.

you pulled off his jeans and boxers, allowing his hard dick to spring free, his tip leaking in pre-cum. you salivated at the sight, immediately wrapping your mouth around his tip. he hissed out, running his hand through his hair as you began bobbing your head up and down on his length. "god you're so fucking-" he began, choking on his words from how well you were doing. "you're such a good girl."

your hand and mouth were in rhythm with one another as you hollowed out your cheeks, practically sucking him dry. he ran his head over your hair before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail, still allowing you to move freely.

the room was quiet except for Dally's moans and groans as well as the sounds of gagging and slurping. you paused for a moment, lifting yourself off of him and allowing a big drop of spit to fall onto his length, making him groan at the sight, a smirk on his face. you stared into his eyes as you spread your saliva all over his length before continuing.

after a few more sloppy head bobs, his grip on your hair got tighter and his moans got louder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum baby."

you didn't let up, allowing him to cum with a loud moan and a few groans after a few more seconds.

"fuck, that might have been the best head i've ever had" he smiled, pulling up so that you were standing. he then wasted no time in taking off your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. "god.." he whispered as he pulled your body into him, giving you a firm smack on your ass, making you squeal. "i'm gonna fuck you dumb"

he laid you down, opening your legs and getting ready to insert himself. he looked at you for consent, to which you nodded eagerly. he slowly slid into you, both of you moaning out.

to be honest, he was big. way bigger than anything you've ever taken. you hadn't said anything as you didn't want to boost his ego, but you also didn't want to turn him off. it didn't matter though as when he saw the grimace on your face, he was experienced enough to know that it was an expression of more pain than pleasure. "you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"mhm.. just gimmie a sec" you told him. he nodded, dipping his head down into your neck and peppering light kisses as you waited for your body to adjust. "okay.." you whispered, giving him a passionate kiss before he continued.

he began to slowly thrust into you, not too fast and not too harsh. "faster" you told him after a few minutes, eager for more.

he obeyed, immediately speeding up, making you moan louder. your moans only spurred him on, causing him to go harder. "f-fuck!" you sobbed as his tip began to kiss that sweet spot inside of you. he smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you.

he stopped for a second, you looking at him in confusion. he placed both of your legs over his shoulders, holding onto your calves tightly before beginning to pound into you. you began to practically scream, the feeling becoming too much to the point where you started to cry tears of pleasure. "it's okay baby, you're doing so well" he whispered into your ear, wiping the tears away.

"feels- so good" you moaned out, raking your nails down his back.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he said, the cold metal of his necklace gliding over your collarbone as he thrusted back and forth.

you felt yourself begin to draw close, as did he. "i'm gonna cum!" you repeated over and over, your toes curling as you felt as if you were about to burst.

"I know, me too baby. cum with me" and you did. you came with a cry so loud that the whole bar probably heard you over the music blasting in the level below. the feeling of you clenching around him made Dally cum with a loud groan.

he laid next to you, breathless as you tucked your head into his chest, still recovering from what you think may just be the best orgasm you've ever had.

"looks like i'll be coming to the bar more often"

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his voice omg