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there is no way this actually happed cause what 💀

his side profile, his jawlines, his nose, his eyes, his hair i'm boutta BUSTTTTT-

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about me! — I am bisexual, I write for matt dillon + ralph macchio characters, I listen to ethel cain, mazzy star, and ldr

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me when i lie

but i've stopped believing random shit people are saying abt him cause it's so obviously fake. someone said that they had an interaction with him where he said he hated nothing more than "drag queens and black people" at a drag show which is the dumbest thing i've ever heard because why would he be there and say that 💀 don't believe everything online guys 😍🙏🏼

੭* ‧₊ this song is sooo older!dallas 🤭

matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛

why tf are people in the outsiders fandom shipping sylvia and dallas and making hc? 💀 like.. she cheated on him. why tf would they make a good couple? they are literally the worst matchup possible. y'all are delulu 😍

hi! just wanted to say i searched up ur wattpad user and couldn’t find it😭😭

hi! i'm sorry that my user name isnt showing. if you'd like you can search up some of my fanfics and see if they pop up.

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༉ ‧₊ ˚ everybody here thinks they need you

— johnny cade x bartender!reader

warnings: nsfw, pnv, fingering

your hands were covered in alcohol, the stench of it burning your nose hairs as you continued to make drinks for waiting customers who were leaning on the sticky wooden surface of the bar.

it was the weekend, meaning Buck's bar was packed. your slot was from 10-12, the busiest time of the night, of course. it wasn't that you couldn't handle it, you had just had a rough week, and the last thing you wanted was a raging headache and clothes stained with alcohol.

"hey! sweets!" a man attempted to get your attention, one that looked too old to be in a bar that mainly held teens and young adults. occasionally an old man would pass through, looking for a drink on a stop of a long road trip— but you knew this man wasn't that kind of person, he actually wanted something from you, or more specifically, he wanted you. "hey, honey! i'm talkin' to you."

"sorry sir! i'm a bit busy. unless you wanna order a drink, Buck over there can help you out with whatever you need!" you told him, pointing to the owner of the bar who was standing by the pool table, watching the game unfold.

you had been working at a rapid pace for the past 2 hours, making drinks, stopping for a moment to hear someone's order before moving again. your head hurt, your feet felt heavy, and all you wanted was for your shift to end. you couldn't deal with some creepy old guy coming onto you, not here, and certainly not now. you looked around for your boyfriend, Johnny, but unfortunately, he was no where to be seen. he must be playing darts or pool with the gang you thought to yourself.

"hey!" the man yelled at you again, growing more angry every second you didn't pay attention to him, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "why don't you get that sweet ass over here, and take a break." he shouts over the music, patting his thigh.

you cringed at his comment, the thought of doing what he said made you want to throw up. however, you kept your composure and continued to ignore him.

as you reached over the bar to hand the customer next to him their drink, he grabs your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. "look at me." he growls, making a your body tense up and fear swell up in your chest. you couldn't move, scared that if you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, it would only anger him further.

suddenly, the man was yanked away from you, the fat bastard thrown to the floor. you looked to see Johnny standing above him, his eyes seething and his gaze cold. you could see one of his hands lingering over his back pocket where his switchblade was kept, the other holding the guys collar. everyone was quiet, a few murmurs heard over the loud music exuding from the jukebox in the corner.

"you keep your hands off of my girl or i'll fuckin' kick your ass." Johnny scolded, the man looking up at him in surprise that such a small kid could be so intimidating. despite Johnny looking innocent, his hands were more dirty than majority of the other greasers in Tulsa, and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirtier for his girl.

Johnny let go of the guys collar before walking over to the bar. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, you nodding at him with a smile.

"hey! your done for the night kid." Buck tells you, pulling out a wad of cash, licking his fingers and flipping through a few bills before slipping them to you. You thank him before lifting up the trap door that acted as a gate between the bar and the dance floor. Johnny walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit.

"let's go. i've had enough of this place" he groans, you nodding in agreement.

the cold air touching your hot skin sent chills down your spine. after being cooped up in a humid, hot bar that reeked of tobacco and alcohol, you were finally glad to be outside again. "let's go back to mine." you announced, beginning your journey down the street.

as you two walked hand in hand through the night, Johnny kept quiet. this wasn't unusual as he was a quiet person majority of the time, but when it was just the two of you, he talked your ear off and you his. Johnny's tense body language and closed off demeanour told you everything you needed to know.

it wasn't the first time that a guy had hit on you in Johnny's presence, and it certainly wouldn't be the last— he knew that. still, it made him angry to see a guy touch you like that, to see a guy think that you were anyone's but his. you were his girl, and just about everyone around town knew it, and he wanted to keep it that way.

as you walk through the front door, you're both instantly met with warmth that isn't overbearing, but also isn't not enough. Johnny helped you shrug off your jacket, placing it on the coat hanger by the door.

the both of you walk down the hallway to your room, turning on the lights before shutting the door behind you.

you let out a loud sigh as you begin taking off your shirt and jeans, Johnny doing the same until you were both stripped down to your undergarments. you reach behind yourself to attempt to unclip your bra, only to groan in pain due to your tired and overworked shoulders unable to reach behind far enough. "here baby" Johnny whispers from behind you, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall from your shoulders and drop to the floor.

"thank you for defending me" you whisper, Johnny's arms now wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"you don't gotta thank me. he was harassing you, it was the least I could do."

you turn to face him, your beasts up against his chest as you pulled him in for a kiss. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in closer as your kisses grow more passionate. you both slowly walk over to your bed, slowly falling back as Johnny climbs on top of you, neither of you breaking away from one another.

Johnny squeezes one of your breasts softly, causing you to gasp slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease. you whimper at the feeling, wetness now pooling in your panties.

your noises only motivate him more as his hand slowly descends to the hem of your underwear, his fingers fiddling with the lace lining.

"can I make you feel good baby?" he whispers into your ear as he begins to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine. you response with a nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

his fingers wrap around the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs before discarding them onto the floor. he gently adjusts your legs by opening them further, giving him a better view of your glistening pussy. his mouth watered at the sight, having been thinking about it all night as he watched you from across the bar. he began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan. his head dips back down into your neck, his kisses now more desperate and aggressive.

you then feel his fingers slip inside of you, pumping at a slow and steady pace. "I love you so much" he whispered softly, staring into your eyes as he watched your face contort into an expression of pleasure. you couldn't respond before he sped up, his fingers now going in and out at rapid speed.

"oh- f-uck" you croak, unable to form words out of overwhelming pleasure, your hand gripping onto his bicep. "i'm gonna cum" you moan, feeling yourself begin to get closer to climax.

"cum for me, my beautiful girl." and you did, your liquids spilling over the tan skin of his fingers as your breathing slowed, your mind foggy. Johnny slipped his digits into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a hum. "tastes like heaven" he smirked before passionately kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"can I fuck you baby?" he asks, kneeling before you with his hands by the hem of his boxers, his hard dick desperate for release.

"yes, please" you whined, pulling his boxers down for him, his dick springing free as he continued to take off his boxers before adding his last article of clothing to the pile on the floor.

he grabs your thigh, hiking it over his hip as he lines himself up with your entrance, staring into your eyes for permission one more time, to which you nod without hesitation out of desperation. he slowly slides himself in, inch by inch, your spilled liquids from earlier making it easier. you both moan into one another's mouth, continuing to kiss as he thrusts into you slowly.

the moment was intimate, your bodies practically becoming one. he held your hand in his, the other kneading your breast as he looked into your eyes.

"faster" you whimpered, and johnny obeyed. he began to thrust in and out at a speed that made you want to scream in pleasure, but you bit your lip as you already had enough noise complaints from your neighbours.

"you know.." he whispered breathlessly into your ear, "when I saw that guy trying to get with you, I wanted to fuckin' kill him. cause you're mine. i'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this, and i'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

his words made you clench around him, drawing the both of you closer to the edge. he moved the hand that was fondling your breasts down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your moans got louder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you whilst rubbing your clit. you looked up to see Johnny scrunching his eyebrows while groaning, an expression he always made when he was close.

"shit.. i'm so close" he groans into your neck, peppering light kisses.

"me too" you whimpered, Johnny clasping his hand into yours once more as he stared into your eyes.

"cum with me baby" and you did, both finishing together. an overwhelming surge of pleasure travelled through your body, making you shake. Johnny pulled out, shooting thick ropes onto your stomach.

"shit.. sorry baby. shoulda asked where you wanted me" he smirked.

"it's okay baby, I don't mind." you tell him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you so much." he said adoringly, his dark eyes shining, his pupils dilated. "wait here okay?" he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wash cloth that was damp with warm water. "spread your legs for me baby"

he lightly cleaned you up, making sure to be gentle as you were still sensitive. he tossed the rag onto the nightstand, making a mental note to clean it later.

he laid down next to you, pulling you into his side, your head now on his chest. he lay a kiss on the top of your head, rubbing circles on your back as the both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.