Jealousy flared like a barbarian bull see’s the color red. You were a stunning witch, having him ultimately under your merciless spell, with an unconditional silent plead to get a little more of you.ĭallas’s orbs frantically averted from you for a split second, only to latch onto you in an instant, finding some man miles too old for you, dancing away all too closely to the back end of you. You always seemed to arouse Dally all the more, - whenever he was present around you.
He was presumably incapable of putting his finger precisely on it, yet there was this delectable energy that parsimoniously engulfed you. His eyes not in the least deterring from you for but of a moment even as he pleasantly ordered himself another well deserved pint of beer. Dallas’s orbs flared with lust, - a flame burning and licking at his abdominal muscles. Your body careened tantalizingly, your hips swinging with a delicious taste to the tacky rock music that blared mercilessly at Buck’s bar. Warning’s: Dally getting violent with a guy flirting with the reader, it’s sort of heated/steamy, but not really physically, just the atmosphere? Jealous and possessive Dally.(Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything.ĭisclaimer: I do not own Dallas Winston or Buck Merrill, but S.E Hinton does! :) I hope that you don’t mind that I made this a flashfic instead, it was easier to write in shorter form! Please enjoy!
Thanks for your request and please enjoy what I’ve come up with. Thanks!īased On: “You’ve got some nerve making a hood jealous, baby.”Ī/N: Yeah of course I can, lovely! You’re welcome, sweetie. (Or with this line, if you know what I mean.) That would be really interesting. Request: In a “Dating Dallas Winston Would Include” you did a while ago, as one of the things it said “You’ve got some nerve making a hood jealous, baby.” I was wondering if you could do an imagine of Dally based off this line.
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