#dallas smut

[oddeyevibes]

Cops & Robbers (Dallas x Fem!Reader) 🌺

Summary

You’re a prolific jewel thief that Officer Jim Murphy (Dallas) has been tasked with capturing. But much to the dismay of his superiors, the both of you enjoy a different type of game of cat & mouse.

Words

717

A/N

I feel as if McCree has ruined me because now when I get introduced to cowboy characters, I’m a mess. When Dallas says “right you are”, I MELT. Can I even say this is gonna be a little OOC since we still haven’t gotten proper lore for the characters?? This fic takes place before Dallas is discharged so I’ll be using his real name.

This is my first smut so I’m a little nervous. I’m down for critique.

“Ah fuck~you gon be the death of me, darlin.”

“I had a feeling you’d like being ridden like this, cowboy.”

“Fuck...oh, fuck!”

“Ah~you’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

“You’re lucky I’m--fuck--so damn patient.”

His response pulled a low laugh out of you.

How did the both of you get here?

Him, lying on his back on top of a glass display case. You, on top of him gyrating your hips and sending him spiralling. Watching as he battled between keeping his focus on you or letting his head fall back and allowing bliss to completely consume him.

Again, how did the both of you get here?

Well...through a series of cat and mouse games.

You held two places in Jim Murphy’s life: the bane of his career and the most exciting thing to ever happen to it. He was one of the best hunters in Texas but then again, most of his targets weren’t that hard to find and the ones that were...well...they weren’t you.

You had been hitting museums and jewelry all across the state. It was only till some departments back in New York informed Murphy that you weren’t some common criminal and that he and his department needed to be on their A-game. A warning that no one took seriously.

First, they were generic robberies. Then you started mocking the cops, stinging their egos, with cute little letters letting them know where your next target was. But they were lies. Murphy fell for it the first few times before he started noticing a pattern.

If you said one thing in the letter, you meant the opposite. If you said you were going to a store on the south side of town, that meant you were going north. If you told them you were looking for one item that meant you were looking for another in the same store. Murphy was the only one that picked it up and he wanted to be the one that caught you. With his superior giving him shit constantly, he deserved to take this credit.

The first time he saw you, he was smitten but he kept himself composed. You were a criminal after all. Nobody got hurt from your crimes, granted, but you were stealing from the rich and the rich were the most annoying when they dropped by the station. He agreed to help capture you if only to shut them up. But the first meeting he told himself he was gonna have fun.

“That first night we met,” he was panting, letting out strained groans as he felt your soaking cunt clench around him. You continued bouncing on his dick. Your breasts bouncing along with you. God, you looked amazing.

You smirked. “You haven’t even taken me out yet and you're already reminiscing?”

He let out a husky chuckle. “Didn’t know that was on the table.” His hands caressed your thighs before working their way up to settle on your hips. His grip tightened as he began guiding your movements once he felt you were starting to slow down.

You looked like a goddess on top of him. One of the pearl necklaces you had snagged adorned your neck. Turning you from cat burglar to lewded starlet.

“You look so fucking delicious, darlin’.” He sounded absolutely enamored with you and the thought sent you over the edge.

Your lips parted as your tongue swiped at your bottom lip. Murphy was equally delicious-looking to you. That cool demeanor he had constantly put on display in his everyday life had completely broken apart under you.

He was panting heavy. His brown locks were disheveled and his green-eyes gave a dazed look as he looked up to you. Beads of sweat were scattered across his forehead. The feel of his hands gripping your hips and helping keep the momentum did something to you.

You leaned down and planted your lips on his, initiating a steamy kiss that paused your movements. It moved the pleasurably bliss from down below to up top.

You parted to catch your breath, the two of you gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

A intriguing game of cat and mouse that ended with the two of you fucking like animals in heat. Yeah…you’d be doing this again for sure.

[oppositeurmama]

My boyfriends pretty cool (Dallas winston x reader)

A/n; I love the outsiders btw so do me a favour and write more fics bitchesssssss

summary; car sex with dallas winston ;)

pairings; Dallas x reader

Dallas likes danger. It calls to him like some strange siren and he can’t help but fall head over heels in love with it. he’s like a danger-magnet, if that makes sense. and you’ve always liked the bad boys, the ones who smoke cigarettes and like to drink and party ‘till they drop, the boys from the ‘bad’ side of town that fuck any girl they can, and the ones that you really should stay away from. You like danger, and Dallas likes you. But it scares you to hell when he drives. 

dally gets roadrage. he tries to keep calm and cool but he can’t, his brow furrows and he frowns, and he makes you light him another cigarette. He likes to touch when he drives at night, lazy hand over the steering wheel, cigarette hanging limply from his lip, the other hand tucked neatly between your thighs. His hand tightens over the steering wheel when he glances down appraisingly, brow raised when his other hand shifts your skirt up a little. 

“Dally!” You cry, swatting him away as you go pink. His jaw ticks and he presses your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. His knuckles are white, translucent over bone. “C’mon baby.” he murmurs, leaning back against the seat. His hand delves deeper, spreading your legs. he’s a godawful tease. 

There’s something illicit though, about doing something like this at night and on the road. He’d a menace and the worst boy you could ever hope to dream of, but you really fuckin’ love him. you’ll bet he loves you too, even a little. he pulls over and you wanna cry to god, halleluja, fuck yeah! 

You hate when he drives like this, dangerous and disastrous and you know one day he’s gonna get himself hurt. He pulls over to the side of the road, the dusty single-track road, half-hidden in the shadows because no-one will see you. no one will see two dumbasses fuckin’ each other in the backseat of some car a delinquent fixed up, cigarette hanging from his lip.

He flicks the cigarette away. “C’mere darling.” He murmurs, smiling a little. he manhandles you, gripping you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap. He’s hard beneath the denim and you grind against his hips, as his knee comes up to wedge between your thighs, teasing you. “Oh, dally.” You sigh, kissing him. He laughs behind your hungry mouth and you grip at his brown hair, tugging him closer, teasing him like he does with you. it’s cramped and uncomfortable and it’s not so cold anymore, but you really wish dally would just hurry up.

His hands are on your ass and he squeezes it roughly, smacking one cheek as he sinks his teeth into your plush lower lip. “Someone's frustrated.” He grunts, hands tightening on your hips. You can’t even think of an insult back though. Dally chuckles cruelly and the drivers seat slides back, creaking as it does. You tumble forwards, moaning into his mouth when he gets his hand beneath your skirts, itching to take and to take, to give something back. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

Your eyelashes flutter, grinning when he slips a hand into your underwear, plain white cotton, nothing fancy. His thumb grazes your clit and you jolt towards him, as his hips buck. you grind on his fingers. “Needy little slut.” He spits, his words low and dirty and mean. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” 

his cock is hard against his stomach. He grips you by the waist and pulls you down onto his cock, brows furrowed, teeth catching your lip when you whine. He smooths the damp, sweaty hair from your eyes, thrusts his hips upward to make you kiss him back. You do, kiss him like it’ll kill you both if you don’t. 

“That’s it, baby.” His chest is heaving and he’s panting, head back against the leather head-rest, sighing and smiling, tasting like whiskey and cigarette smoke. His fingers stroke your clit in slow circles and you shiver. Dallas wraps his other arm around your waist, bringing you close. his cock hits that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl, and you can’t help but think that he really should’ve wrapped it. his hands grip your hips tight, fucking you through the orgasm as he chases his own, hips stuttering clumsy, still working your clit with his calloused thumb and forefinger. He’s still going, and you push at his chest, laughing a little but still sore. “Again?” You question, shifting uncomfortably.

It’s really late. His eyes are hooded, half-dilated and dark in the shady moonlight. “Your parents are gonna kill you anyway.” he shrugs, rocking slowly. You whine and lean back against the steering wheel when he comes close, taking your tit out from your top. He circles the nipple, tweaking it as he smirks. His eyes are challenging, a warning and a threat. “You’re a real bad influence, y/n.” He sighs, raising a brown eyebrow.

You scoff, “Wait, what? me?”

You fall forwards onto his chest when he moves his hips again. You lean, head on his shoulder, buried in his neck. He traces patterns on your back with his big hands. Dally doesn’t even bother trying to respond.

[hideouslyhugs]

Lazy winter day with Dallas smut

I woke up and it was freezing. I lean into Dallas and he pulled me close. I decided to get up and looked out the window and it was snowing. I made two mugs of hot chocolate and got back in bed. 

“Dally wake up.” I gently rubbed his chest. 

“What?” He asked. 

“It’s snowing and I’m cold.” I curled into him. 

He smirked and pulled me close. “You know what always makes me warm.” He ran a hand to my ass. 

I smirked and lean over him, kissing him roughly. One thing we both enjoy was doing it, it was pretty great we always were down when the other wanted too. We made out for a while before he pulled of my shirt and hand his hands over my breast. 

I pushed his underwear down and gently stroke him. He pulled my underwear off and rubbed me as we made out. He pulled away long enough to put a condom on and then pulled me on top of him. I slowly slid down on his member and he groaned. I started to rock my hips gently, it didn’t take long for him to start thrusting his hips up into me. 

I moaned as he ran his hands over my breast and massaged them. Neither of us ever lasted very long and I came, followed by him. I laid down beside him and we laid in bed in each other arms. 

We laid in bed for a while, we watched tv in each other arms. We spend all day in bed, if either of us started to get cold we did it again. We spent all day like that, I got up sometimes to make us something but we got back in bed to eat. Towards the evening we went and took a hot shower together which really helped. 

“I love snow days.” I smiled, curling into him. 

“Me too.” He grinned pulled me close. “Maybe we should take another one tomorrow.”

“Maybe we should go out and play in the snow then come back and warm up.” I smirked and he nodded in agreement. 

[hideouslyhugs]

Dallas Daddy Kink Smut

Dallas was at home when you walked in tossing your back on the floor, going and taking a seat on his lap. “Hi.” You giggled a bit. Right away he knew what you wanted, he pulled you in to a hot, passionate kiss. “Daddy.” You laughed and broke the kiss long enough so you could straddle his lap.

He rubbed your side as you grind into him. “Does Daddy need to teach you a lesson?” He smirked.

“Yes.” You mumbled quietly.

Instantly he smacked your ass, “What do you call me?”

“Yes Daddy, Sorry, I need to be taught my lesson.” You looked up at him.

He pulled your shirt off and suck down your neck. “Oh Daddy.” You moan. He pulls off his shirt as you rubbed your hands on his chest. Slowly you started to work on his jeans as he removed your bra and sucked on your breast, soft moans slipping out of your lips.

His hands were undoing your jeans and pushing them down. His hand slipped between your legs and rubbed you, a little gasps and jump before you push into his hand. He flips you over and finishes removing his jeans, you watch him glancing at his hard on in his boxers.

“Daddy, I want you.” You beg watching him.

“Wait babygirl.” He smirked and kissed you lightly, you pull his boxers down and take him in your hands and slowly rubbed him. He groans, as he grabs a condom then slides it on. He pulls your underwear down and moved between your legs.

“Ready for daddy?” He smirked watching you eagerly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes Daddy.”  You watched him ram into you, moans leaving your lips. “Daddy… Daddy....Daddy.” Your moans turned to screams as he went as fast as he could thrusting into you. You rocked your hips with him to get as much as you could.

Your walls started to tighten around him, with one more thrust you shook with your orgasm, he kept going until he came too. He laid down beside, “Thank you Daddy, you taught me well.” You smiled and curled up to him.  

Again, this is a mess. I’m sorry

[hideouslyhugs]

One night stand with Dally

Dally Smut

You were at Buck’s party in a tight black dress. You and your boyfriend had just broken up so you wanted to have some fun. You were standing at the bar getting a drink.

“Hey, you look really hot.” You hear someone say behind you.

You turn around and see Dallas Winston. “That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You turn back around and pick up your class before you face him again. You and Dallas go way back, so he really don’t bother you.

“What bring you here?” He leans up against the bar.

“Dallas, are you trying to pick me up?” You laugh and raise your eyebrows.

“Do you want to be picked up?” He grins at you. You had both always liked each other but you never acted on it. “Come on.” He leads you out to the dance floor where you begin to grind on him. He holds you waist tight as you both get drunk as you dance together.

Before long he leads you up to his bedroom. Once the door is closed and locked his lips are on yours. He lifts his shirt above his head as he pushes you up against the wall. You run your hands up and down his chest, as he unzips your dress and slowly pulls it down. You work on his belt and pants as he gently tugs at your hair. Once his pants are off he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you and nips at your neck.

You bite your lips to keep from moaning. You won’t give him that satisfaction this early. “You better be ready for this.” He whispers into your ear as he unclips your bra. You slide your hand to the bulge in his boxers and rubs it as he squeezes your breast and sucks on the top part of them. You let out a small moan but he does too. He gets on his knees and pull off his boxers and slides on a condom. He puts his face in between your legs and pulls your panties down with his teeth.

“Just fuck me Dallas. We both wanted this for years so do it!” You yell at him. He doesn’t tease you, he just rams deep into you. You let out an extremely load moan.  He goes as fast as he can. “Oh Dallas.” You moan every now and then. He smirks when he hears you moan.

It doesn’t take long for you to come and you shake with your orgasm. He quickly comes after you. He lays down in bed besides you as he rubs your clit. He wants to tease you and get more out of you but you won’t let him. You grab his hand and pull it up to your waist as you kiss him. He rubs you side for a minute before he wraps you up in a spoon to sleep. You both quickly fall asleep from being drunk.

The next morning you wake up early and get dress, you leave embarrassed of the night before and you never want to see Dallas again, if you do you may never leave him.