🪽A Girl And Her Favourite 60’s Icons 🪽

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last song - thoroughfare by ethel cain

favourite colour - either dark red or light blue

last book - loaded: the life and afterlife of the velvet underground

last tv show - gilmore girls

sweet/spicy/savoury - savoury

relationship status - single

last thing I googled - how many tracks does ocean boulevard have

current obsession - matt dillon and 60s and 70s

looking forward to - finishing school

no pressure tags: @cinnamonsynonymm @toddandersontruther @c4llmedolly @maydreamergrl @johnnycadesslut @fartsalot09 @mrsdillonx @glxsyymads @lilyxlovelyy @hailpacino

Once upon a dream ✨

Hiii!

I will have these requests out by the end of the week!

- Dallas Winston with musical reader

- Best friend Dallas Winston sleepover at reader’s - smut

- Jack Duncan impressing reader headcannons

(Some of these were requested a month ago)

@johnnycadesslut @converseshoelace

can you please do a dallas winston x reader smut with the motel owners daughter trope?

Hey! I do have a lot I want to write for them and I will keep this in mind. Again it’s just a every busy time for me at the moment but I might write this weekend because I can’t wait anymore 🤍

PLEASE DO A FLUFFY DALLAS X READER CUDDLING ONESHOT WHERE THEY JUST KISS AND CUDDLE AND LOVE EACHOTHER AND JUST FLUFFFF

Hello! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, kissing.

Oh, be my once in a lifetime

Though the muffled echo of Hank Williams playing downstairs from Buck’s bar was mildly irritating, especially at 10 p.m., the steady rhythm of Dallas’ heartbeat as you lay on his chest felt like home.

Dallas was running his fingers through your silky hair, his nails gently grazing your scalp, causing you to press yourself closer to him.

“Feels nice.” You mumbled into his chest. He smirked slightly, glancing down at you, also loving how relaxing it felt to just lay like this after an exhausting day.

“Oh yeah?” His tone was half curious, half teasing.

“Mhm.” You ran your cherry-red nails up his chest, reaching to play with his St. Christopher chain, twirling it between your fingers, admiring its faded silver, so worn out from being used as a lighter for his matches; you couldn’t deny that you found that habit sort of sweet and amusing, even though smoking was more than gross to you.

The tickle of your fingers against his chest sent a shiver through Dallas’ body, and he shifted slightly before reaching behind and pulling the chain off. You sat up in confusion, gazing at his beautiful moonlit face, wondering what he was doing; maybe it was uncomfortable and he wanted to take it off.

“Come closer, doll.” He gestured towards you. You leaned in, and he placed the chain around your neck. The small action made your heart melt, and you reached up to touch it gently.

“Keep it; it tells all those other guys that you’re my girl.” Heat rose to your cheeks, leaving a rosy hue that Dallas found adorable.

“Thanks, Dal.” His hands found their place on your waist, and he pulled you back onto him, but this time capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You smiled and hummed into the kiss, your lips gliding over each other so perfectly you could have sworn you felt your heart jump in your chest. You finally pulled away breathless, lips swollen and hair mussed.

Dallas pulled you in even closer, his back resting on the oak headboard of his bed, with you straddling his stomach, and he could feel the warmth of your soft cotton pyjamas on his bare skin.

Reaching for his Christopher, he used it to tug you in once more. You let out a small laugh as he did so, and Dallas couldn’t help but smile too, your laughter so adorable and contagious. He kissed you more passionately this time, running his rough hands along your smooth skin, feeling every curve and dip that he was determined to memorise for as long as he lived.

Suddenly, you pulled away with an irritated huff.

“What’s wrong?” His brows were knit together as he tried to figure out what was bothering you.

“It’s that stupid music.” You pouted,

“It’s ruining our moment.” He laughed at your comment, not totally disagreeing with you; however, when you attempted to get up to play something on the little radio he had in his room, Dallas was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and playfully yank you back to him. Laughing, you tried to pull away from him, desperately wanting to change the music, but he was much stronger than you, and he flipped you over so he was hovering over you, the both of you laughing.

“Dallas stop! I need to get up.”

“No way, you’re warm, and I don’t want you to.”

“Stop being silly; I’ll be back in one second.” You stuck your tongue out at him. At this, Dallas began to tickle your sides, causing you to burst out into breathless giggles and squeals as you squirmed beneath him.

“Stop! I promise I won’t get up!”

“Promise?”

"Yes, I promise.” He began to pepper your face with small kisses, still set on teasing you as much as he could, loving the sound of your laughter and the sweet taste of your lips. Dallas lay down beside you and pulled you in close to him, but as he adjusted his position slightly, you took this as a chance to sneak out of his grasp and run towards the radio, flicking on a random station, leading the room to be filled with a Beach Boys song.

“There. Much better.” What you didn’t realise is that Dallas was standing right behind you, and as you began to turn around, he swiftly lifted you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. Your heart was racing in your chest.

"Hey, you promised.” You bit down on your lip, holding in a grin. Moments like these with him were the best. Moments where you could just be yourself together. You tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear and gave him a long, deep kiss, wrapping your legs around him, tugging on his hair softly as he gripped your thighs.

“You’re forgiven.” He whispered as he led you back to the bed, so you could lay together again.

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In case you were having a bad day just know that at least you didn’t get super drunk and throw up at prom, cry and tell teachers you were going to kill your self, and talk about how much you love Matt Dillon and want him to do things to you including telling your best friend’s mum!! 😀

Guys please come chat and send asks I’m so bored!! I really want to make some tumblr besties 💋

(Every time I post something like this I pray I don’t get aired bc that would be #embarrassing)

roseblood is my favorite mazzy star song. pretty name <3

It’s my favourite too along with halah and blue flower! Tysm 🤍🤍

everyday is a blue eyeshadow kind of day