Big Tits Are A Blessing And A Curse

Must be the season of the witch 🐈‍⬛⛪️

And you said, "Hey, do you wanna see the West with me? 'Cause love's out there and I can't leave it be" ⛪️

Omg Fuck Me Eyes by Ethel Cain is amazing go listen! It’s so perfect for a Dallas Winston au which I’m desperate to write after hearing it, so be expecting that…(honestly fits motel daughters reader)

Dallas Winston x Coraline Jones typa vibe girl mood board? 🩷🤞🤞

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Can you write for Dal with a very nervous/anxious and clingy s/o?? Like very strong GAD & she can only find comfort in him?? :( I have massive GAD and can rarely find any fics with it (no pressure ofc)

As someone who also majorly suffers with GAD, I mainly based it off my own experiences. I decided to do hcs so I could cover more things, if you would like a fic lmk, I'd love to write it! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader

Dallas Winston x reader with GAD

- At first, Dallas basically knew nothing to do with mental health disorders and would often cast off certain people as ‘crazies’ being the way he is

- When he met you and then gradually spent time with you he never would have suspected that you were dealing with something like that, he simply thought you were shy and a bit nervous

- When you finally opened up to him you were worried that he would see you differently

- He just stared at you silently with a confused expression, not wanting to interrupt, and when you finished his silence scared you

- But he just whispered a “c’mere” and held you close, he hated seeing you so distressed and the fact that you were struggling everyday, even if he couldn’t understand fully

- He cared because it was you  hurting, not because he fully empathised with GAD

- Was strangely observant after you told him, watching your actions and different expressions, trying to understand you better

- Asked random questions like “but if you know it ain’t that serious why do you worry so much about it?” or “Is that why you cancelled our date last week?”

- Over time, he gradually began to understand exactly how you coped with/reacted to certain things and situations

- Dallas would still occasionally get frustrated when you’d really get in your head over certain things, trying to get you to calm down and not spiral. He wasn’t frustrated at you, he just wished it was easier for you to deal with these things

- He is easily able to recognise if you’re overstimulated, especially in uncomfortable places and will try to get you somewhere less overwhelming without saying anything or causing a scene

- Sometimes his desire to protect you backfires as he will avoid telling you things that he thinks would stress you out, but then you stress out more that you were missing information about something

“Dallas! Why wouldn’t you tell me that Pony got attacked again?!” You yelled in tears

“I just didn’t want to stress ya out Doll, m’sorry.”

You could only sigh because he was trying to help

“Just- don’t leave things out okay? I need to be aware and capable of dealing with them.”

- You’re so grateful that he doesn’t infantalise you like some other people do. Dallas doesn’t see you any differently, you’re the same girl he’s always known

-Takes care of you when you just spend your day holed up in your room, trying to distract you and keep you company so it doesn’t become too much

- Encourages you to do things outside of your comfort zone without pushing, he just suggests an idea and promises he’ll do whatever it is with you

- Tells you how proud he is of you whenever he can, or if you need some encouragement

- Defends you from any snide remarks that others make

“Do you like, talk at all or what?”

“How about you shutup before I make you unable to talk.”

- Lovees how clingy you are, it makes him feel wanted and needed and as though he’s your ‘protector’

- Always has a hand on you when you two are out so you know he’s there, whether it's on your back,waist,shoulder or simply holding yours

- Is very possessive of you

- Considers you the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, like you’re the softest thing to exist

- Very gentle with you, especially during intimate moments, you have to tell him you’re fine like 50 times

- Just holds you close if you’re breaking down, knowing that you just need to let it out

- Doesn’t bullshit you if you’re reassurance seeking and you appreciate that he’s truthful and that you can always rely on him

- Always checks in with you before you guys do anything, he knows that sometimes you won’t speak up

- You hate when he’s in fights, he tries to fight less when he’s with you (or at least avoid the really dangerous ones)

- Doesn’t steal when you’re with him

- You like to always have something of his when he’s not physically there, like his jacket or christopher

- He is the only person you fully relax around, curling up in his arms in the evening

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Dallas Winston x Motel owner’s daughter

Soo, yer daddy owns the place?

Mhm, I’m takin’ bookings while he’s out

Well ain’t I a lucky guy? Just a single room dolly

Room 47, here’s the key

How about you show me the way sweets, hm?

Never thought I’d see you out by the pool Winston

I heard there’s a pretty girl sunbathing out here and I just couldn’t resist

hi!! Could you do a Dallas winston x reader fic where Dallas had a bad day and/ or just isn't doing the best mentally and the reader has to comfort him?

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, slightly ooc Dallas.

You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are When you're lying in my arms

Glancing down at your watch, you note that Dallas is now forty minutes late for the date he promised you just last night. You’re standing at your bedroom window, peeking through the blinds, hoping to see him pull up in Buck’s car with a damn good reason for leaving you all dressed up—makeup perfect, hair done just the way he likes—sitting around and waiting. It’s a rare effort, and you’ll be pissed if it goes to waste.

He was supposed to pick you up at noon, drive you down to the Dingo for lunch, and then head to the cinema for the movie you’d already bought tickets for. Now, it’s far too late for food. Even if he showed up this very second, you’d have to rush just to make the film on time. He hadn’t even called. No apology. No excuse. Nothing.

You stare blankly at your walls, jaw clenched. Maybe he got the plan mixed up? Maybe he thought he was meeting you there?

No. That’s ridiculous.

He knows you don’t drive—it’s a solid thirty-minute walk—and he’s never once stooped that low. If anything, he’s always insisted on driving you himself. Buck’s cussing never mattered to him; Dallas liked taking you places. Said he wanted to save up for his own car one day, just so the two of you could drive wherever, whenever.

But right now? You’re seething.

Slipping on your red kitten heels, you storm down the stairs, each step fueled by raw frustration. You twist the keys harshly in the lock and march out, not giving a damn who sees you. Let them stare.

Then the thought hits you—quiet, poisonous, cruel: What if he’s just tired of you? Or worse—what if he’s cheating? What else could be more important than showing up for you?

You try to calm down. You really do. Dallas has never once given you a reason to think that way. It’s just your own insecurities clawing at you—but that doesn’t make them any quieter.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you step into the roadhouse. You head straight upstairs, dread curling in your gut, tightening with every step. You knock once on his door and clutch the straps of your purse like a lifeline.

No answer.

You knock again. Still nothing.

You’re about to turn and leave when you hear movement from inside. One more knock.

“Fuck off, man,” comes his muffled voice, thick and low. “I already told ya I’m not in the mood for cards right now.”

So he is here. He’s been here the whole time—getting drunk, maybe high, playing cards with God knows who—while you sat around waiting.

“Dallas?” you call, voice cold, emotionless. You won’t let him see how much it hurts.

Silence.

That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of patience.

“I’m coming in whether you like it or not.”

You turn the handle and push the door open, instantly hit with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that makes your lungs seize. You cough, waving a hand in front of your face as the smoke starts to drift into the hallway.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

As the haze clears, the mess becomes obvious—beer cans, empty whiskey bottles scattered across the floor. The place is a disaster zone, and smack in the middle of it all is Dallas, shirtless, slouched on the bed, a half-dead cigarette between his lips. His eyes are glassy and unfocused. Drunk. Gone.

He looks over at you and seems to register your appearance—done up like a doll, waiting on a man who didn’t bother to show.

You watch the realization hit him like a punch.

“Shit, doll, I’m so sorry,” he slurs. “I completely forgot. I lost track of time and I—”

You’re not sure if the ache in your chest is from disappointment or disbelief.

“What? You’ve been drinking all day?” you snap. “I’ve been sitting there waiting for you, and you’re up here getting wasted?”

You turn to leave, fury pulsing through you. “Call me when you actually remember the people who give a damn about you.”

You reach the door before you hear it—an unsteady breath, broken and strained.

You freeze.

When you turn, you see it clearly now: his eyes are red. His cheeks blotchy. Dallas… has been crying.

The anger dissolves instantly, swept away by something much heavier. You step back inside, slowly, like you’re approaching a wounded animal.

“Dal?” Your voice is soft now, cautious. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer—just rubs his face, avoiding your eyes.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” he mutters, bitter and quiet.

You’ve never seen him like this. Angry, sure. Even reckless. But this? This is something else. Something sad.

“Hey,” you say gently. “There’s nothing wrong with you. What happened?”

You drop your bag and move to sit at the edge of his bed, keeping a little distance just in case. When he doesn’t pull away, you ease closer and pull him into you, letting his head rest against your chest as you stroke his hair with one hand, wiping his face with the other.

He wraps his arms around your waist and holds on tight. His tears soak through your shirt, but you don’t care.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Just been feelin’ like shit. Think the alcohol made it worse.”

He gives a dry, bitter laugh.

“It’s okay,” you murmur. “Just relax. You don’t have to talk until you’re ready.”

You keep running your nails gently through his hair, trying to soothe the tension in his shoulders, the shame you can feel radiating off him.

“Just… call me next time, okay?” you whisper.

“Yeah. I’m sorry ‘bout that. I know we paid for those tickets and you were lookin’ forward to goin’ out.”

You pull back and take his face in your hands.

“Dal, that’s not what I meant. I don’t give a damn about the money or the movie. I care about you. If you’re up here feeling like hell, I want to know—even if it’s just to say you need the afternoon to breathe. I don’t want to get mad over nothing, especially when you don’t deserve it. You’ve been so good to me, and feeling this way doesn’t make you weak. Don’t hide from me.”

His eyes meet yours then—wide and stunned and painfully soft.

“I love you, doll.”

Your chest swells with emotion. “I love you too.”

He stays there, stiff for a moment, unsure what to do, until you laugh gently and pull him back into you.

“Oh, come here and quit being a stubborn ass.”

And for the first time all day, Dallas laughs with you—quiet, but real.

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if you do nsfw fics could you do one with dallas winston x curtis sister reader

Yes I wouldn’t mind doing one! I’ll try working on one but if there if there is something specific you’d like lmk! 🤍

Hi could you please make a Dallas x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and he's sleeping over at her house and then they cuddle and it leads to more tysm I love ur writing💗

Thank you for the request! It's finally here, hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, fingering, pnv sex

Your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips - Over, over again like my only prayer

“The fuck you doin’ in there for so long?”

Dally’s mildly irritated voice calls out from your bedroom, interrupting your evening routine of various serums and rose-scented lotions in pretty packaging.

“Getting ready for bed.”

You call back, laughing at how clingy he sounds despite trying to seem annoyed.

“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.”

Sighing, you pat your face once more and remove your fluffy blue headband, making your way back into your bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colorful patterns on the wall.

Dallas is lying on your fresh white bed sheets, arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle. It’s funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in your relatively girlish room. The sight makes you want to pull out your Polaroid and snap a photo for blackmail, but you decide against it.

“I’m gettin’ bored waiting here for ya, it’s been like 30 minutes. I thought we were going to hang out.”

“Jeez, you are so impatient Dal. Give a girl some time, will you?”

You pick out your pajamas from your cupboard and turn to face him.

“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”

“I’m good.”

You can only huff in response.

“Dal, I’m being serious.”

He smirks and rolls his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Sliding on your stripey pink shorts, you look over at him and gasp. His hands are back behind his head.

“Hey! I said no looking!”

“I’m not, I swear! Look, my eyes are completely closed; I just moved my arms is all.”

“Hmm, okay, it better stay that way.”

You decide to trust him for now, pulling on your matching top and walking over to the bed to push him gently on the shoulder.

“You can open ’em now.”

Dallas smirks and looks you up and down with an amused look.

“What?”

You can’t figure out why he’s staring like that. Did you put your shirt on inside out?

“Nothin’, you look cute.”

He says casually, and you immediately turn to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks. You’re really close friends, but sometimes he makes small flirty remarks like that just to see you get flustered, to tease you, at least so you think. Dallas never fails to do so; it comes naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, effortless — and almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable unless he’s caught “bein soft” by anyone but you.

You fold away your clothes and start fussing with little trinkets in your room, adjusting your picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging perfume bottles—anything to keep your hands and head occupied.

“Just wonderin’,” he drawls. “How many other useless things are you gonna busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”

God, he can always see straight through you; his careless attitude is a mask. Dallas notices more about most than he lets on; it’s one of the traits you both admire and fear.

“I’m not, I’m just—”

“Getting ready.” He cuts you off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teases.

You sigh, suddenly feeling nervous to be around your best friend. Your head is dizzy, and you can’t tell if it’s tiredness or the way he’s making your heart race.

“C’mere.”

Dallas pats the spot beside him, and you finally give in and lie down, curling up against him as he wraps an arm around you. He smells just like always; the scent has grown comforting, like you could just unwind and forget everything as you lay in his arms.

“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”

Your brows furrow in confusion as you look up to meet his gaze.

“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.”

You scoff, laughing at his attempt to mess with you.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?”

“You’re such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit you wanted to spend the night here.”

“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.”

He pulls you closer as he mumbles the last part, and you try to hide the way your breath hitches at the obvious double meaning.

“So you admit it?”

You bite your cheek and raise one brow, poking his side.

“I still think it was you who suggested it.”

He grunts at your poke.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

You turn away from him and press your back against his chest, staring at the wall trying to compose yourself. He’s getting more flirty, and despite his playful denial, it was his idea to stay. You didn’t turn him down, but now you’re starting to think there’s something going on.

He cuddles closer and pushes a strand of hair away from your face. Whispering into your ear.

“You okay?”

You’re startled by his sudden closeness, unsure what to say or do.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just—”

“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”

His warm breath tickles your ear as he speaks softly, and you can’t take it anymore. You turn around in his arms to face him and take a deep breath.

“Are you just messing with me?”

He looks taken aback, cocking his head to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Dal, don’t play dumb. I mean the flirting, the pet names, the random touching. Are you doing something, or am I going crazy?”

Your tone is desperate as you let everything out, half-expecting him to get up and leave, but he just lets out a deep breath.

“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would’ve made it obvious to ya. I never wanted you to think I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”

You silently stare at him in shock.

“Oh.”

“Does that bother you? ‘Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought maybe you’d feel the same.”

He looks at you with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he’s messed things up.

The tension is thick, and you finally muster the strength to reply, your voice shaking slightly.

“It doesn’t bother me. And I do feel the same.”

Your voice is hushed in the almost dark room as you both stare at each other, afraid to make a move.

“Dal?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He presses one hand against your lower back and tangles the other in your hair, pulling you close and connecting his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You immediately melt into him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips on yours, sucking on your lower lip as he grunts quietly.

His silent hum sends shivers down your body as you continue kissing, slowly growing more passionate, clutching his shirt in your fists. Dallas’ tongue swipes between your lips, seeking entrance, which you accept, allowing your tongues to meld and deepen the connection. You let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away for breath.

Dallas panted as he watched you with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath you and pulling you up onto his lap. Your breath hitched at the new position, and you steadied yourself by placing your shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling you had been withholding for who knows how long. 

This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from you, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of your pyjama top.

“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”

“Yeah.”

Your voice came out desperate and needy as you looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled your top up over her body, exposing your soft skin to him. 

“So beautiful.”

He murmured, leaving little bites down your neck, sucking to mark you up before trailing down your collarbone and down to your chest, taking in your breast in his mouth.

You moaned and clutched his hair, burying your face into his neck as you continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.

“Fuck baby, so sweet.”

You couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between your legs, and you began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.

You both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from your chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. You traced your fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.

You reached his jeans, and started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched you begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.

“You don’t—we don’t.”

“Shhh.” You silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”

“Oh yeah?” 

His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped you over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to you.

“Can I take these off?” 

He fiddled with the waistband of your shorts, and you nodded, stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving you only in your panties. Dallas pushed your legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against you, only your underwear separating you from touching. Neither of you could hold back the noises that escaped your mouths, and he reconnected your lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against you, growing harder with every move of his hips.

“Dal, I can’t take it; I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah, need me baby? Need me to make you feel good?”

He stroked your face as you whimpered, watching you squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Uh huh.”

He moved his hand over your underwear, stroking your clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as you got wetter.

“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

He smiled before pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between your slick folds. You shook slightly as you felt his fingers touch you, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke you like that so gently, as if you were made of glass he was afraid of breaking.

Dallas continued rubbing your clit, watching you as your eyes shut from pleasure, head thrown back against the pillows.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm, don’t stop.”

He smiled and pushed a finger inside of you, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of you as you rocked against his fingers.

“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”

He continued his ministrations, loving the way you looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt your hand reach into his boxers, rubbing your small hand along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, keep goin.”

His voice was strangled, and only your pleasured moans could be heard as you both touched each other so intimately.

After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading you to whine from the loss of contact.

“Doll, I can’t keep it up like that; I want to be inside you. Can I?”

He glanced up at you with a hopeful expression, and you nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill you up completely. 

Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at you once more.

“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”

You chuckled before shaking your head.

“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”

He kissed you again before lining his tip against your entrance, gathering your slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside you slowly. You both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way you stretched around him to accommodate his size.

“You okay?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, wanting to make sure you felt alright before he continued.

“I’m okay.” Your voice shook slightly. “You can move.”

Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked you, hips snapping against yours.

“Dal, yes, just like that.”

You moaned in utter pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”

You did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside you, reaching a spot that had you seeing stars.

He smiled at you reaction and kept going, burying himself inside you to the hilt and leaning in to bite your neck, groaning into your skin as he felt you tighten around him.

“Close baby?”

You whimpered in response, and he reached between you to rub your clit again, wanting to satisfy you before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

Bucking your hips up against him, the knots in your stomach began to unravel.

“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”

He whispered to you, thrusting deep inside you, sending you over the edge as you cried out his name.

You arched your back as you felt your orgasm wash over her, your legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside you, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above you, his eyes screwed shut as he held you close against him.

You both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest as he kissed the top of your head, the both of you sweaty and breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, y’know?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled softly at you, your skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.

“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”

You could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.

“Dal?”

“Hm?”

“What does this mean?”

You asked him with slight uncertainty.

“It means I wanna be with you, to go on dates with you, not just as friends, and of course do this again. Only if you want to.”

You smiled happily. 

“Yeah, I do want to.”

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How kind of him to prepare me seat 🤗 thank you Matt what an angel you are 😘