#jake webber fanfiction

[samandcolbyownme]

jake smut?🥺

This is just a blurb because I haven’t gotten anything out and I want to I’m just.. in a funk I think? Idk enjoy ilysm 🖤

SMUT UNDER THE CUT (fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

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Your head fell back as Jake continued to work his fingering in and out of you, his lips on your neck adding yet another mark to your already littered skin.

“You gonna cum for me again, baby?” His voice is low as his breath brushes over your skin, “Hmm?”

“Y-yes.” You nod, your arm bending up so your fingers can lace through his hair, “Fu-fuck.”

Your walls tighten around his two fingers, your hips bucking and rolling forward as moans rip from your lips louder and louder, “Jake, Jake, fuck, yesyesyes.”

“That’s it, baby.” He presses his lips to your cheek, “God you look so beautiful when you’re like this.”

You tug on his hair, earning a low groan from him, “All fucked out, sensitive to my touch.” He groans as your hand falls down to wrap around his cock, stroking slowly as you fall over the edge into pleasure once again.

“F-fuck.” He bucks his hips, jaw falling slack as your whines and whimpers fill his ears, “Sound even better, though.”

He glances down, watching his fingers thrust in and out of you, “Don’t worry, baby. We’re almost done, okay?”

All you can do is nod. If you remove your teeth from your bottom lip, you’ll scream, and Johnnie probably already hates you guys enough for being as loud as you normally are.

“Let me hear you baby.”

You bite down harder, his fingers tipping you into the pool of overstimulation, “I-I-“ you moan, loud. A lot louder than you’ve been.

“That’s it, baby.” Jake groans, bucking his hips into your hand more, “There’s my girl.”

You don’t hold back.

You couldn’t care less about what Johnnie had to say.

As soon as Jake rolls over and slips his back back into you, his thrusts picking up almost immediately, you were desperately searching for something to cover your mouth with.

“There’s nothing, baby.” Jake reminds you, “I love hearing you.”

He crashes his lips onto yours and swallows your screams of pleasure with ease. He mumbles against your lips, “Gonna cum deep inside of you.” He kisses down your neck, “Have you carry me everywhere you go.”

“P-please.” You whimper out, your legs tightening around his waist, “Fuck, Jake. Please.”

“Yeah? You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Jake holds himself with his arms, glancing down at his cock slamming in and out of your achy center.

You nod quickly, “Y-yes. Yes, b-baby, ple-please.”

He brings his hand over, squeezing your jaw as his eyes lock onto yours, “I fucking love you.”

“I-I fucking.. love you.” You smile slightly, your eyes rolling back into your head as your final orgasm rolls into play. Your walls squeeze him right, along with your legs around his waist.

Your nails drag up his back, causing your moans to mix together in the perfect harmony.

“That’s.. it baby.. fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

“God I fucking love you. I love you. I love you.”

You feel his cock twitch inside of you before his thrusts come to a slow stop. You wince as he pulls out and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Sit tight, okay. I’ll go get you a towel.”

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Thank you for reading. Sorry for not being active. I’ve been dealing with shit, I think it’s the seasonal depression coming into play, but I’ll get a longer one shot out tomorrow! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[teapartyprincess4two]

Messy- J. Webber

pairing: Waitress!reader x Mechanic!Jake

classification: SMUT SMUT NO FLUFF

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, messy sex, public sex, facial, cream pie, cursing

inspiration: request

summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.

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The diner is slow today, it always is on Sundays. You’ve had a total of 5 customers and it’s already past noon, making the day feel endless. You’re currently messing with the fryer in the kitchen. It turned off suddenly and now it won’t turn back on. “Stupid fucking fryer,” you grumble, clicking random buttons until it finally starts heating.

Suddenly the front doorbell rings, indicating a customer has entered the lobby. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” you call out from the kitchen, peering your head over the order window to catch a glimpse of the customers. You instantly recognize that it’s Jake, he’s a regular customer and arrives everyday at exactly 12:30pm without fail.

Jake saunters in, dirty and sweaty from a hard days work. He works at an automotive repair shop that sits right on the corner of the street, choosing your diner everyday as his preferred dining spot. The walk from his car shop isn’t long, but he always leaves early so he misses the lunch rush.

Because he’s such a frequent customer, Jake knows the diner well, so he situates himself in the booth that gives him the best view of the kitchen. When he first started eating here, he realized that this booth provided him with a cinema worthy experience because he could watch you work as he enjoyed his meal.

You emerge from the kitchen with a big smile on your face, walking around the front counter and over to Jake’s table. “Can’t get enough of this place, huh?” you joke, retrieving a small notebook and ball point pen from the depths of your apron.

“Guess so,” Jake replies with a chuckle, folding his dirty hands over the table. They’re permanently stained with car oil, calloused by countless hours of manual labor. Your eyes travel from his broad, tattooed shoulders down to his folded arms, relishing in the way his sweat glistens in the sun that trickles in through the window. His white tank top is adorned with black smudges and stains, ripped and frayed along the edges. There’s dirt under his fingernails, a detail that you’d usually find disturbing, but it adds even more grit to Jake. You love the idea of being fucked by a hard working man who isn’t afraid to get dirty.

Jake’s messy look completely juxtaposes yours. You’re wearing your diner uniform, clad in a pastel pink dress and an apron so white it reflected the sun. Your hair is curled and pinned back, a matching pink bow dangling in between your bouncy strands. Stark white sneakers sway back and forth, as you wait patiently for Jake to order. You looked so clean, too clean, and Jake wanted to roam his hands all over you and watch how messy you could really get.

“So, your usual?” you ask, knowing Jake’s order by heart. Over the course of his visits, you’ve learned that Jake is a simple man. He orders the same thing everyday and although the food was slightly above average, he claimed it was his favorite as an excuse to watch you work.

Jake loved watching as you diligently wiped down tables, your hips rocking back and forth as you worked the rag into tough, grimy spots. When you were mopping, he’d scoot closer to the edge of his seat and watch you bend over as you rung out the mop. He especially loves watching as you walked over to his booth with his meal in hand, because once you arrive to the table you bend over just enough to expose the top of your breasts.

“You know how I like it, baby,” the nickname slips out naturally, the flirtatious undertones evident in Jake’s voice. At first you would become flustered with his incessant flirting, but now that you’re used to it, you get turned on. You feel like a car engine, revved up and ready to fuck some miles into him.

“Alright, it’ll be right out,” you reply with a playful smile, shoving the notepad and pen back into your apron before making your way back to the kitchen. Your hips sway as you walk away, the string of your apron slapping against your ass with each step.

Jake’s eyes are glued to you, mentally undressing you from across the room. He’s really hungry now, but not for the food.

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20 minutes have passed and you’re still not back with his food. Jake isn’t the type to complain, but he knows it never takes you this long. Loud beeping rings throughout the diner, followed by a loud yell from the kitchen, “Ow! Fuck!” Metal clangs on the floor shortly after, a string of cuss words coming from you.

Jake’s natural instinct is to get up and check on you, but you come out from the kitchen before he can act on it. You’re pressing a cold, wet towel on your hand, “Sorry, it’s gonna be a while. The fryer’s been acting up all day and it just turned off. I burnt myself trying to fix it, but I popped your fries in the oven instead, okay?”

Jake sees the opportunity and takes it, “No problem. I can take a look at it if you want?” He’s an extremely handy man, and he’s hoping to get handsy with you if he plays his cards right.

“At what?” you ask confused, applying pressure to your hand.

“The fryer. I can try to fix it. It’ll only take a few minutes,” he replies, using his hands to push himself out of the booth. Before you can protest, Jake begins walking to the kitchen. His dirty work boots leave a trail of footprints on the floor as you follow closely behind, trying to keep up with his long strides. He quickly finds the fryer, following the smell of gas until he locates the source.

“No, it’s okay! I’ll just put in a work order,” you reason, watching as he kneels in front of the machine. You were beginning to panic, no one other than employees were allowed in the kitchen. What if your boss suddenly showed up and found him back here? Not to mention how unsanitary it was for him to be touching everything with his soiled hands.

“Yeah? And when will they finally come fix it?”

The question has you stumped, causing you to think for a while. The maintenance men usually didn’t come until weeks after the initial work order was put in, and working without a fryer for that long sounded like actual hell. That didn’t mean you wanted a customer working while on their lunch break, “Probably a couple of weeks, but it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, really!”

Your words fall on deaf ears though because Jake is opening the fryer hatch, a whiff of cooking oil and gas hitting him straight in the face. From that smell alone he immediately knew the problem, “Yeah, see, the gas line isn’t connected. One stray spark and this whole place is blowing up.”

Jake’s used to working in much hotter temperatures, surrounded daily by the summer weather and even hotter car engines. So, although the fryer is emitting a lot of heat, it’s nothing compared to what he deals with daily. He manages to find the main gas line, turning the nob off to ensure there isn’t any other leaks. After that, he swiftly turns the machine off before unscrewing a hot, black tube. He pulls the black tube off with a grunt, causing a loud hissing noise as the last bits of gas spill out.

“How do you know it’s the gas line?” you ask curiously, blissfully unaware and nose blind to the smell. “The smell,” he replies blatantly, strong hands removing random pieces from the machine. Well they were random to you, but Jake seemed to know the purpose of each piece.

The oven dings faintly in the background, indicating that the fries are finally done baking. You would love to stay and watch his arms flex as he worked, but you didn’t want to cause another hazard, “I’ll be back, those are the fries. I don’t want them to burn.”

He hums in response, the sound being followed by another animalistic grunt. You feel your core clench at the sound, there was something about him that made you want to push him to the ground and get messy.

You force yourself to look away, finally walking over to the oven to retrieve the fries before they burn.

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The fryer was worse than either of you anticipated, causing Jake to spend more than a ‘few minutes’ working on it. He’s lying face up on the floor to get a better view, a broken down cardboard box is sprawled out under him to serve as a cushion and as a barrier from the cold floor.

Luckily you’ve only had one other customer since then and all they ordered was a drink, so you’ve been able to watch Jake work this entire time. Your pussy is throbbing at the possibilities, your mind delving into uncharted territory as you imagine what he’d look like under you.

Jake’s hips buck upward as he adjust himself, pushing himself further into the machine each time. Your eyes fall onto his crotch every time, you can’t help but stare and salivate at the growing bulge. He knows you’re watching and it’s turning him on.

“Here, hold this piece right… there,” he instructs, voice trailing off as his fingers pinch a wire in place. You comply, scooting closer so you can properly hold the wire in place. The position is uncomfortable though, your legs struggling to remain in place as you try not to fall on Jake.

After a while your legs start to hurt, trembling from the constant strain. “I can’t reach,” you explain, attempting to shift your weight so you’re comfortable.

Jake lifts his head up, careful not to hit it against the metal above him, as he peers at you. You were awkwardly reaching over him, one hand gripping onto the edge of the fryer as the other stretched to properly hold the wire in place. He looks down at your legs, watching as they shake before he accidentally catches a glimpse of your underwear.

“Here, just…” he begins to say, forgetting his sentence as his mind fills with sinful thoughts of you. He places his tools on the ground before taking a hold of your waist, dirty fingerprints immediately soaking into the fabric of your dress. He uses his hands to carefully guide you over him, stopping once you’re situated directly above his crotch.

“Try again,” he instructs, forcing himself to think about anything other than the newfound pressure you’re applying to him. You reposition the wire with your right hand, your left hand resting on Jake’s chest for support. Once the wire is in place, he scoots forward, his hips bucking up again as he does it. The rough material of his jeans rubs against your clothed pussy, causing you to squirm from above him. You’re forced to bite back a whine, realizing that this was not the time nor the place to be getting all riled up.

Jake is extremely concentrated, choosing to ignore the growing erection in his pants. “Hand me the pliers,” he says, but it comes out more like a command. His toolbox sits next to you, the short distance being close enough for you rummage through it quickly. You subconsciously grind down on his crotch, surprised to feel the outline of his dick through the thick material of his jeans.

His hands instinctively travel to your hips again, a firm grip willing you to stop your movements. “Sorry,” you murmur, becoming drunk on the idea of Jake fucking you long and hard on the kitchen floor.

Jake lets out a small groan, the innocence in your voice seducing him even further. “Here,” you whisper, eyes locking with his for a second through your long, thick eyelashes. He takes the pliers from you, forcing himself to return to the task at hand.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

You squirm from above him, wiggling so you can feel him again. Usually you wouldn’t be this bold, but your pussy is hungry and your mind is drunk. Jake chases the feeling too, wishing there was nothing to restrict him from feeling you entirely.

“Don’t look at you like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me,” he replies sternly, the heels of his boots digging into the floor as he drags himself out from under the fryer. The cardboard makes it easier for him to slide out and he’s strong enough to bring you with him, eliciting a gasp from you as you place your hands on his chest to anchor yourself.

He sits up, his left arm immediately wrapping around your waist in the process. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess,” he smirks, pushing you down onto his crotch.

Your hands gingerly rest on his shoulders as you look at him through hooded eyes, were you really going to do this? The sexual tension is blinding you, causing you to make yet another bold remark.

“What if I do want to fuck you?”

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t complain when it gets messy,” he replies coyly, pulling you further into him. Jake’s plump lips latch onto yours, metal lip rings digging into your face. The pain only eggs you on, your hands traveling up his neck and tangling into his hair.

“So eager,” he murmurs into the kiss, scrunching your dress up around your abdomen. His hands find your ass, slapping and kneading the skin in his firm grip. Moans are slipping from you, all of them being swallowed by Jake as he hungrily kisses you back. Your hips grind onto him again, desperate for release.

You’re whimpering, trying to feel as much of him as possible through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. “Patience, baby,” he moans, but even he’s becoming impatient.

It comes to no surprise when you scoot back onto his thigh and feverishly unzip his pants, he doesn’t protest either, instead he watches eagerly. You make swift work of his pants, Jake lifts his hips to help you tug them off. “I want you to make a mess on my face,” you whisper, hopping off of Jake’s lap so you can wiggle further down.

The suggestion makes Jake’s dick twitch, precum spilling out from the tip and soaking into his boxers. You pull his boxers down and they pool around his ankles alongside his pants. His dick stands up straight, and it’s so big you begin to wonder if this was a good idea. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?

Jake knows exactly what you’re thinking, smirking at the sight of you gawking over the size of his cock. You’re brave though, so you crawl closer to him and slowly begin pumping his shaft. His head is immediately thrown back in pleasure, your touch alone almost being enough for him to spill his seed onto your hand.

You wrap your lips around the tip, your head inching down to the base slowly. If you go any faster, you’ll surely gag around his cock and start crying. “Just like that,” he groans, swooping some of your hair out of your face with one hand as the other holds his dick in place for you. Your lips kiss his hand as you take as much of his as possible, your throat struggling to keep up with the sheer size of him.

His hips thrust into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you that flips a switch in Jake. He wants to hear that sound again and again, so he holds your head firmly and guides it up and down his cock repeatedly. Each time you reach the tip, you gasp for air before he’s pushing you back down again. Saliva is dripping down your chin and bubbling at the corners of your mouth, tricking far enough to coat Jake’s penis entirely.

“Making such a big mess, beautiful,” he grunts, pulling you away from him to get a better look at your face. Streaks of mascara run down your face, your hair is all over the place, and saliva is actively dribbling down your chin. “Come here, let me ruin you,” he instructs, pulling you back down so he can coat your face and uniform in his cum.

He pumps his cock aggressively over your face, watching with a slack jaw as you close your eyes and allow his cum to paint your face. You’re glazed in the liquid, squealing slightly at the new sensation. “Yummy,” you giggle, licking your lips to gather as much of it on your tongue as possible.

Jake isn’t done though, he’s fully prepared to go another round with you, but this time with his dick balls deep in you. Right as you’re about to continue, you hear the front doorbell ring.

“Hello?” a customer asks, peering over the counter in search of an employee. Luckily, because you’re on the floor, you’re perfectly out of view. Jake gets an idea, immediately pulling you onto his lap and pushing your panties to the side so aggressively they rip.

“Sit,” he commands, aligning his cock with your entrance. You look at him in shock and whisper shout, “there’s a customer!” He’s unrelenting, dragging the tip of his cock up your folds as a response. You bite your lip, accepting the challenge as you sit on his thick dick.

A small gasp escapes your mouth once you bottom out, the girth of his cock stretching your walls.

“Hello? Anybody there?!” The customer shouts, tiptoeing to see behind the order window and into the kitchen. They’re becoming more and more impatient by the second.

You begin bouncing on Jake’s dick, his hands leaving prints all over your dress. You’re a whimpering mess, the stretch being both pleasureful and painful.

“C’mon, princess, is anybody there?” he taunts, sucking on the skin of your neck. You pull him in closer by his neck, moaning into his ear as quietly as possible.

“I just want a coffee!” the customer pleads, still trying to find at least one employee. Jake slaps your ass, silently instructing you to respond.

“Take a seat! I’ll be right with you,” you squeak out, trying not to sound like you’re getting your brains fucked out. Jake is satisfied with your response, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you down harder on him.

“You’re making me wait for a coffee?!”

Jake’s angles you forward so he can fuck you harder, his head resting on your chest. “I’m fixing the- fuck,” you begin, but Jake hits a spot inside of you that has you clenching around him. “What are you fixing?” Jake questions, loving how flustered you are.

“I’m fixing the fryer,” you spew out, the lame excuse annoying the customer further. The euphoric feeling in your pussy is enough to wash away any anxiety you feel, your walls clenching around Jake with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, his orgasm from earlier catching up to him. “Cum in me,” you demand, so drunk off his dick that you don’t realize what you said. The idea is enticing, so enticing that Jake doesn’t second guess it either.

One last thrust has him spilling his hot seed inside of you, the warm feeling sending you over the edge shortly after.

“Just a coffee! UNBELIEVABLE.”

“I’m coming,” you yelp, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re whimpering, moaning, and panting as you convulse around Jake’s cock. The statement puts a smirk on his face, you were definitely coming.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Jake is pulling you off of him slowly. You look like a beautiful mess. White liquid drips from your hole down your thighs, your underwear is ripped, your dress is stained from Jake’s oily hands, streaks of mascara run down your cheeks, your face is coated in cum, and your hair is tangled.

“Go get him his coffee,” Jake teases, watching as you slowly realize how crazy you look right now. He slaps your ass one last time before you’re hopping off of him, adjusting your dress and smoothing your hair down haphazardly.

You grab a napkin, running it across your face as you try and clean yourself up as best as possible. It’s no use, you look a mess. Without another word, you’re stumbling out into the lobby.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

BARK BARK BARK

First Jake story

MeOWWWWW

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[nicksbestie]

Omg the Johnnie fic was just wow.. honestly loved every part (def my fave post so far) which is why I’m here begging for another haha

Could you write a Johnnie Guilbert x reader where the reader is Tara’s friend and is invited to a hangout with all of the friends and Johnnie meets her there for the first time and completely falls in love. Like imagine he greets her and then turns to Jake “I need a ring” “what for” “to propose”

And just FLUFF ugh I love awkward and sweet Johnnie.

this was so sweet ily tysm :( <3

this fic was a tiny bit rushed just because i'm struggling with motivation and trying not to let reqs rot in my inbox but i hope you love it anyways!

Party

warnings : mentions of alcohol

pairing : Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader

word count : 1158

enjoy!

<3

Your best friend was having a Valentine’s party, and you were nothing short of completely ecstatic.

Despite being single, Valentine’s Day was still one of your favorite holidays, because your friends always did something so fun. You had no idea who was going to be in attendance, but you knew that your best friend, Tara, was inviting people from her inner circle, which included some people with a lot of reach. You couldn’t deny that you had a little bit of nerves about it, just because of the fact that Tara was quite literally famous. There would probably be a ton of super important people there, and you didn’t know if you were completely ready for that. 

You had made some features in Tara’s videos every now and again, and you had a solid following, but it was nothing like hers, and you also knew that she was inviting her best friend and ex boyfriend, who had a solid following of over two million, so the nerves were definitely there. Tara had told you that you were definitely overreacting, but you really did not want to be that person who accidentally embarrassed themselves in front of people that were on such a pedestal. Not to say that they were perfect, not by any means, but you were sure that some sort of footage from this party would make it to social media, being that Tara always recorded funny moments, and you did not want to go viral for the wrong things. 

You had gone over to Tara’s house about two hours before the party to get ready with her, as you always had the most fun doing that. You two shared a ton of clothes, helped each other with doing makeup, setting things up, and just in general having a good time. It was always a fun time for the two of you, and you had done that many times before many parties, hosted at both of your houses. So that was where you were right now, in Tara’s bathroom, her helping you even out your eyeliner on both eyes, as that had often been something that you really struggled with, and Tara had a natural talent for it. Tara was going over the guest list, and though it was pretty small for one of Tara’s parties, it was still a large gathering for you. 

Tara was a much more social person than you, and she found a lot of fun in spending time with large groups of people, whereas you had more fun with smaller, more close-knit groups. Her parties always reflected that, but due to the fact that normally there were a lot of people you knew, and also a lot of alcohol, you normally loosened up pretty quickly and always had a great time. You learned at this point when Tara was listing off who all was coming that Jake’s other best friend, Johnnie, was coming, and you knew of him, but had never met him in person. Tara had a devious grin on her face when you brought that point up, explaining that he wasn’t really a party person either, and she mumbled something about you two being perfect for each other. 

You hit her on the shoulder, causing her to laugh, which made you laugh as well, because Tara’s good mood and laughter was contagious, and you couldn’t help yourself. You and Tara had similar styles, and began sifting through her closet deciding what to wear tonight. Obviously it was red and pink themed, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to sneak in a little bit of black. It went with everything, so you had a valid reason to get away with it. After picking out a cute outfit, you still had some time to kill, and you and Tara began setting out food, drinks, and removing any possible breakables from common areas of the house. She laughed and told you a ridiculous story about Jake accidentally breaking an expensive valuable when he got too drunk at one of her parties, and now she’s learned to make sure that they’re all put away. 

The next forty five minutes went by so quickly, and you two had an amazing time setting up, and just getting to spend time with each other. Not for the first time, your nerves had completely disappeared once Tara had gotten you to open up, and you were nothing but excited for the party that was due to be starting soon. As Tara began opening the door and introducing guests that you either didn’t know or barely knew, you mostly relaxed, eating a couple of snacks and hanging out in the kitchen with Tara and the rest of the people. Nothing really picked up for the first couple of minutes, until a specific car pulled up outside of the house, music blasting loud enough for you to hear it inside the house, making you wonder just how loud it was inside the vehicle. You motioned to Tara, gesturing outside, and she rolled her eyes but had a smile on her face. 

“That would be Jake, wouldn’t it? Something about him always having to make an appearance.” 

You agreed, moving to make conversation with a couple friends you recognized while Tara let Jake in, accompanied by Johnnie. You looked up and saw Tara hugging the both of them, and took in their appearance. Jake, you had seen quite a few times, but you had never seen Johnnie in person. And you couldn’t lie, he was much more attractive in person. Unfortunately, due to your luck, Johnnie looked up from hugging Tara, and happened to make direct eye contact with you. You immediately looked away, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks, and hoped on everything that he hadn’t noticed. Unbeknownst to you, he had, but also unbeknownst to you, he was blushing just about the same, it just wasn’t as visible because of his makeup. 

He turned to Jake as soon as Tara turned away to greet someone else, and elbowed him in the ribs. Jake doubled over, swearing under his breath as he asked what he needed. 

“Dude, what the hell?” 

“I need a fucking ring or something.” 

He looked at Johnnie like he had just lost his absolute mind. 

“What? A ring? For what?” 

Looking at his best friend’s face, he realized he looked like a lovestruck puppy, a weird expression to see on Johnnie’s face, and slightly disturbing. 

“To propose. Jesus Christ, look at her. She’s gorgeous.” 

Jake followed his eyes to see who exactly he was looking at, also at the same moment that you looked back up to try to check out Johnnie again, and watched you blush for a second time, awkwardly looking away and pretending you hadn’t seen them. 

“Well, looks like last year was your last Valentine’s alone.”

You enjoyed that party so much more than you had ever expected to.

[liseytopia]

dating jake headcanons .ᐟ

jake webber x fem!reader

(not proofread!)

✮ the most playful, silly boyfriend you've ever had and will have. he's definitely the type to tickle and poke you while you're stretching or hit your cup / bottle while you're taking a drink— it ends up splashing in your face and you smack his arm in response.

— "oww! okay, okay, i'm sorry," he pouted, rubbing his arm as if you gave him a life-long injury.

♱ one of his biggest turn-ons is for sure seeing you in one of his oversized shirts. makes it even better if you're wearing nothing underneath it<3

✮ the internet has always loved you two as a couple. ship edits fly into your inbox all the time and his fans freak out whenever you pop up in a livestream or appear in a video

— jake was streaming in his car and trying various snacks. he made a huge mess, there were the remnants of a spilled drink on his center console and crumbs all over his floor. you laid comfortably on the couch, watching his stream from your phone. seeing what occurred, you laughed while getting up and grabbing some paper towels.

the camera showed jake looking out the window and smiling until the passenger side door clicked open and your voice was heard as you handed him the towels. "here, you looked like you needed these," you commented.

"thanks, babe," he smiled before you shut the door and scurried back into the house. the stream chat was exploding with messages about you two.

♱ jake for sure has some occasional days where he gets clingy. he won't let you get out of bed in the morning until he does, glues himself to you throughout the entire day, kisses all up and down your neck and jaw while you're trying to work. you try to let him know it's so distracting but he doesn't stop, he just loves his girl so much!!!!

✮ if you ever feel insecure, he feels insecure. he feels like it's his job to make sure you see yourself to the fullest, just like how he sees you. and when you have doubt in yourself, physically or mentally, he does anything he can to make you feel better.

— "you're so beautiful, baby. so, so gorgeous," jake spoke meaningfully to you, looking into your eyes as he rested his hands on your shoulders, admiring every inch of you. he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your hair. "i love you s'much. don't ever forget that."

♱ jake is your silly lil golden retriever bf!! he's always trying to make you laugh or smile and gets all sad and lonely when you're away for long periods of time. clings to you like a magnet to metal as soon as you're back home

✮ strong believer that jake is a cuddle bug!! there's nothing that he loves more than just being close to the love of his life. he wakes up in the morning just to be able to cuddle you at the end of the day again<3

♱ clamps his hands onto any skin he can find during makeouts, kneading and rubbing your skin. he only wants to feel you, your soft flesh under had palms.

✮ always willing to sit and listen to you talk, whether that be simply talking about your day or venting about something difficult. he's a great listener, prefers hearing you speak to him over being the one talking.

— jake sat silently, his head slightly tilted as he listened intently as you went on about the drama between your friends.

"so then, britney was getting pissed off with jasmine just because she accidentally planned dinner for the wrong night," you explained with hand motions, scoffing.

jake spoke up when you were finished. "well then, it sounds like brit needs to toughen up," he shrugged. you both laughed together.

♱ you're apologizing to him for looking like an absolute mess, mascara smudged and hair messy but he's looking up at you in awe cause that all just makes him even more insane for you

✮ purposefully gets all cuddly with you right before you have to leave just because it makes him happy

— "jake, baby, 'm gonna be late–" you tried to pry him off of you gently, but he didn't budge.

"mmm, five more minutes.." jake hummed nonchalantly, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead.

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[sh4wty18]

Jake webber x reader where he says that we’re

Dating him on stream if that makes sense 💕

aww this is so cute, i hope you enjoy <3

girlfriend.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: jake unexpectedly reveals your relationship on stream.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.6k + edited

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You laid in Jake’s bed, snuggled inside his mountain of pillows and blankets, scrolling mindlessly through twitter while his stream played on your laptop in the background. You had made a point of trying to watch his streams as often as possible, even when you were waiting in his bed for him. To you, it felt like a way to get closer to him– and support him, of course. You had been together for around six months at this point, and you still weren’t public. 

You had been friends with Jake for a couple months before you started dating, so people had seen you in some of his videos, or in public together. But when you guys started dating, Jake had been the one to lean toward keeping the relationship private. Since his last relationship and breakup had been so public, you understood why. He wanted to protect you from the immediate, overwhelming fame that would come with publicly dating him for as long as possible. You had already gained around ten thousand followers on instagram, just from people knowing you were friends with him and Johnnie. If you went public, the increase in attention would spike even more drastically. You had tried to comfort him by telling him you could handle it, you even thought it could be fun, but he was still nervous. He just really didn’t want to see you get hurt.

Obviously you respected his choice, you loved him and the only thing that mattered to you was being with him, publicly or not. But sometimes you wished it could be a “normal” relationship. Sure, social media’s fake and none of it matters, but when you see your friends posting with their partners, flaunting their love for each other, and know you can’t, you feel a spike of jealousy drive through your heart. He couldn’t even comment on your instagram posts like couples usually do. Commenting would cause speculation, and speculation would lead to people trying to find you two in public and post pictures or videos– and people were already speculating. Any time you were featured in one of his videos, hundreds of people would comment about the looks you had exchanged, or how you were flirting. 

So now you had to be sneaky about when and where you hung out, and who was around. It was hard, you didn’t like having to hide your relationship from nearly everybody– aside from your closest friends– but you were both so in love you’d do whatever it took to be together. Jake had promised that one day he would go public with you, he just wasn’t sure when. You had told him time and time again that it doesn’t matter to you if you’re public, you just want him. He could see right through that lie, of course. He knew you too well. 

This afternoon, Jake was in his car trying new candies from 7/11, as requested by his viewers in an instagram poll. You glanced up from your phone every couple of minutes to admire your boyfriend’s face through the screen. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was unkempt and he looked a little tired, but he still looked good. Then again, he always looked good in your eyes. 

You smile at your laptop as he dramatically gags at whatever candy he was tasting, “Ewwww… ewwwwww!! What the fuck, bro?? Whoever suggested that is insane ‘cause that tasted like fuckin’ horse dick dude!!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, he was so immature. It was something you loved about him, that he knew how to bring out your more laid-back, extroverted side. He could make you laugh harder than anyone, and his goofy, immature sense of humor was the perfect balance to your dry, sarcastic humor. 

He holds another candy up to the camera, it's some type of chocolate bar with gummy worms inside of it. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He doesn’t look too sure at first but after he chews a few more times his face lights up, “You know who would love this candy?” he asks, reading the chat replies for a couple seconds before continuing, “My girlfriend.”

Your heart rate jumps and you sit up, grabbing the laptop and pulling it onto your lap. He’s smiling at the camera, blushing slightly. The chat is going insane:

user1: OMFG WHAT??

user2: girlfriend??? im sorry i think i missed a chapter 😭😭

user3: I BET ITS Y/N OMG

user4: it’s DEF y/n… they’ve been hanging out SO MUCH recently🤭

user5: JAKE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS HER🥰

Jake picks up his phone and begins tapping, as your phone lights up with his name on the screen, and you pick up. “Hey babe,” he says, leaving the phone off speaker, so the viewers can’t hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible, as if your heart isn’t about to leap out of your chest. You couldn’t believe he’d done it. 

“I’m trying these 7/11 candies and I just tried this chocolate with gummy worms in it and I think you’d like it. You wanna try it?”

“Sure! I’m coming out right now, be there in a sec,” you say, practically twitching with excitement.

“‘Kay!” Jake says, and hangs up, as you throw yourself out of the pillow and blanket fort you’ve been laying in for the last hour, and start walking outside. 

“She’s coming to try it guys,” you hear his voice echo from your laptop as you jog down the hallway.

You slide into the passenger side of Jake’s car, and he gazes at you longingly, giving you a soft smile. “I was just telling chat how my girlfriend would love this candy, and I knew I had to get you out here,” he says.

“Well I guess you’re lucky I was already at your house, huh,” you smile back at him, leaning your elbow against the center console and tilting your head towards his. He does the same and closes the gap between your faces in a quick kiss, before handing you the chocolate bar.

Before you can take a bite, Jake giggles, “Look, they’re freaking the fuck out.” 

You pause to read the chat as well and there are so many comments that you can barely read anything. You manage to make out:

user6: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user7: ITS Y/N ITS Y/N WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

user8: theyre so cute awwwwww

user9: i want what they have omg😭😭😭

You giggle with him, and say, “I think I’m freak-out worthy.” 

“Oh you’re definitely freak-out worthy, y/n,” he says matter-of-factly.

You finally take a bite of the chocolate bar and chew. After swallowing, you lift the bar up to the camera, “Go buy this right fucking now.”

“You like it, babe?” Jake asks.

“I fucking love it!”

“I knew it!” Jake says proudly.

“You know me well,” you say through a big grin.

“I mean…I would hope so, at this point, y/n,” he teases.

You laugh and lick your lips, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”

He takes more than a few seconds to respond, clearly using this as an opportunity to admire every inch of your face, rather than search for melted chocolate. Finally, he says, “No you’re good. You look stunning as usual.” 

“Shut up,” you blush, swatting at his bicep.

He grins and asks, “You wanna go wait inside for me? I’ll be in soon.” 

“Yeah, sounds good! I’m gonna go watch your stream in your bed now,” you peck him on the mouth and he pulls away, giving you a confused look.

“You watch my streams?” he asks.

“Yeah? I never told you? I watch all your streams,” you smile, “I like seeing all the silly antics you get into.”

“Awww, that’s so cute,” he says, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, “I don’t know how we’ve been together six months and you never told me you watch my streams.” 

“I seriously thought I told you!” you laugh, and he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You lean in and he kisses you on the cheek, “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, satisfied with himself.

“You’re sweeter,” you reply as you step out of the car, “I’ll be upstairs!”

You walk back into the house, and head upstairs to Jake’s bedroom. After about ten more minutes of streaming Jake says goodbye, and you hear him walking upstairs to enter his bedroom. He leaps onto his bed and sits on your lap, leaning down to drop kisses wherever they land.

“It was so hard for me to keep that a secret all day!” he says between kisses.

“I had no idea!” you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling as he kisses all over your face and head. He lingers longer on your lips, before settling down next to you under the covers, pulling you in close.

 “I couldn’t hide us any longer, y/n. I wanna be able to do couple shit without feeling guilty. And I know you can handle it, I never should’ve been worried. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

“Jake, I know you just wanted to protect me. And you didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, I get that. I hope you didn’t feel pressured to confirm anything just because you knew I wanted to.”

“No! That’s not it at all! Y/n… I love you so much… and I just wanted everyone to know. I was tired of hiding, and I knew you were too, so I decided to just do it. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?” he asks.

“Fuck ‘em,” you smile– wrapping an arm around his waist– and lean in to kiss him again.

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first request and i think it's so cute! i hope you all like it :)

[junkiespromise]

Jake Webber x rockstar reader

OMG I LOVE THIS !

also, remember that requests are open !!

jake webber x fem!rockstar!reader

You guys totally meet at a gig your band does at some random venue in LA.

He has been listening to your music for a while but had never gone to a show

When he finds out your band is performing at like sunset strip he is getting tickets right away

He's dragging Johnnie with him too

After some songs, he ends up front row right infront of you

Literally a wattpad story, you would find yourself looking right to him throughout the entire show.

You wink at him from stage, and he literally thinks he is hallucinating.

He leaves the venue to smoke a cigarette of course while Johnnie is probably fixing his hair in the bathroom

When you come out of the venue you see him leaning against a wall and you knew that was your chance

You go up to him and start chatting with him while your bandmates wait up for you

You guys end up exchanging numbers because besides from super cute he was hilarious too

You probably text him first because after two days he doesn't text you

He didn't text you because he was literally afraid of fucking it up

But when he gets your message, he is relieved

If you hadn't felt a connection before, you definitely felt it now.

You hang out like three or four times a week usually just listening to music and talking about life

Never getting bored of each other's presence

When you finally get together, both of your fans can't believe he pulled you

For real surprised

But the moment you both record a vlog eating food in his car everyone is obsessed with your dynamic

Everyone thinks you are so cute

Writing love songs all the time about him and being super obvious about it

Getting him and his friends free tickets to your gigs

Going to classic rockstar parties but never leaving each others side

He WORSHIPS you, like every little thing you ask him to get you he is doing it right away

You BETTER expect him at every single gig your band does, he will be there, backstage, front row doesn't matter

Surprises you on your anniversary when you can't make it because you are touring around the country

All in all a perfect relationship, he is your number one fan boy.

[mkeyztrm]

HELP ME OH MY GOD

i love this man so much

[shortcakesturns]

Who I write for:

i’m currently working on the links, I know they aren’t working ❤️

- Lee bones and all

- Nic sheff (not writing fics for him anymore)

- Chris sturniolo

- matt sturniolo

-love island

-luke castellan (request)

- percy jackson (request)

Request more (can be movie ppl can be YouTubers)

[ghxstyfae]

Masterlist Of Masterlists<3

Request Status: Open📭

Youtubers

Johnnie Guilbert

Jake Webber

Tara yummy

Colby Brock

Deathnote

Misa Amane

L Lawliet

Ryuk

Call Of Duty

John Price

Valeria Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Obx

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

(Daddy) John B

Euphoria

Jj Maybank

Rue Bennett

(Toxic) Nate Jacobs

Maddy Perez

Fezco O'Neil

Music

The band Ghost

Supernatural

Klaus Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Rebekah Mikaelson

Rosalie Hale

Jane Volturi + Alec Volturi

Jennifer check

Ahs

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Tate/fem/violet

WWE

Rhea Ripley

Roman Reigns

Solo Sikoa

Damian Priest

[hearts4golbach]

waitttttt you could totally do something w the sam n colby vid w jake n johnnie, like were reader is with johnnie and you could do something like the clip of jake hugging johnnie??? if that makes sense 😭😭😭😭

Spooked!

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

this isn't going to follow the points of the ACTUAL video. this is all made up and never really happened.

warnings:

scary ig?? I don't know if it's that scary, but yk.

going on a trip with Jake, Johnnie, Sam, and Colby had been on your bucket list for a long time. whenever Jake came into your room and asked you if you wanted to go, you were ecstatic.

now you were there.

"what the fuck was that?" a bang from the other room echoed down the hallway. instinctively, you gripped onto Johnnies arm.

everyone's head flew to the corridor behind them. "Holy shit." Johnnie muttered.

Colby turned to Sam. "why don't we set up the rope thingy so whatever spirits are here can lead us to where they want us?" his evil smile said everything.

"good idea." sam turned back to you. "y/n, you still wanna do the estes method?"

you nodded carefully. "Yeah." Your grip on Johnnies arm loosened. "let's fucking do it."

Colby set up the rope, leading down the same hallway. "Now we wait."

"So, were gonna let these demons lead us to where they want us to go?" Jake spoke up. his hands were shoved in his pockets. he laughed. "they're going to fucking eat us alive or some shit."

sam pressed his hands together. "Probably."

"woah, what the fuck was that?" Johnnje pointed down the hall.

"What, what?" you asked frantically, looking towards where he was pointing.

"i- I don't know. I think my mind is fucking with me, I don't know." he brushed it off.

the rope went off, catching all of our attention. the lights slowly lit up one by one, leading down the hallway and stopping at room 513.

"let's go, I guess." Jake laughed nervously.

Johnnie began to cautiously walk down the hall, and you weren't far behind him. Jake, Colby, and Sam followed suit.

the door of room 513 creeked open eerily. a cold breeze hit your face, sending chills down your spine. "fuck." you muttered under your breath with an uneasy smile.

Johnnie rubbed your lower back. "You got this, y/n."

"Thank you. I'm excited as fuck, but nervous." your shoulders shrugged anxiously.

"Alright, let's get this shit set up." Colby dragged a miscellaneous chair from the corner of the room to the middle of the room.

"Why are you guys always sacrificing the girl?" The camera panned to jake.

"Hey, I volunteered. I used to binge watch these two daily, I've wanted to do this forever."

"they're using their ghost magic to get into your head." jake was trying extremely hard to hold back a laugh and keep his bit together.

Johnnie laughed. "Oh, for sure, jake."

Sam graciously handed you the blind fold. "ready to get started?"

you nodded cautiously before taking the blind fold and putting it on. eventually, headphones playing loud static were placed in your hand.

the next moments happened so fast.

'me.'

more static.

'stop.'

'not me.'

'him.'

'him!' the voice became louder.

static once again.

'I'm coming.'

'go.'

'evil.'

'extraordinary.'

static.

'i-' there was a pause.

'am.'

'move.'

'fire.'

'run.'

what sounded like a woman's laugh came through the static, sending shivers down your spine.

you began to bounce your leg anxiously. a hand net yours and held it gently. you knew it was johnnie as his cold rings pressed into your warm skin.

'him.'

pause.

'bad.'

'hell.'

'the door.'

there was a pause.

you felt johnnies hand shift after you said 'the door.' what was going on? you wondered.

'sam.'

'johnnie.'

pause.

'Leave.' you scrunched your nose as the deep voice rang through your ears.

'after.'

'y/n!' it was so loud, you felt as if your ear drums had bursted.

you ripped the headphones off your head and pulled off the blind fold. you were gripping Johnnies hand so tight your knuckles were turning white. "fuck," your shaky voice mumbled. you let out a laugh. "something, like, screamed my name in my ear." your fingernails were digging into Johnnies hand.

you stood up and wrapped your arms around his torso. he wrapped his arms around you gently and patted your back. "it's okay, y/n. don't worry."

"the ghosts won't get past these muscles." Jake flexed as he pursed his lips together.

johnnie rubbed your lower back. "holy fucking shit," you laughed, trying to play off how bad that actually scared you. johnnie could feel you trembling in his arms, and he didn't let go.

you cautiously pulled away from Johnnie. "so, what happened?"

sam began to explain. "of course, I asked if anyone was here with us, and you said 'me.'"

"and he asked whoever it was if they had died in this room and you were like 'no, stop, not me, him."

Johnnie wrapped his arm around your shoulder comfortingly. "I asked who we were talking to and you said 'I'm coming, evil and extraordinary.' there was something else I didn't catch."

"sam asked who's coming and you said 'i-' then paused for about 10 seconds. it was dead silent before you said 'am.' then you said 'run' and 'fire.'" Jake recollected.

"you randomly said him and I asked what he's going to do to us. you said 'hell, fire and the door.'"

"and 'bad.'" johnnie added.

"so, we turned towards the door then you started listing our names. you said after and then your own name and ripped the headphones off." Jake explained the rest.

you shook your head. "we need to get to Colby and tell him. I'm so fucking uncomfortable in here."

sam began to walk out of the door. "that was one of the clearest conversations we've ever gotten." he gushed excitedly.

"you can't make that shit up," you mumbled, still shaking your head in disbelief.

while you were under, it all seemed like gibberish to you. now it all made sense.

you gripped Johnnies hand tightly as you roamed around the halls to find Colby.

[redroses07]

the definition of bisexual panic.

(so so happy for them btw)

[teapartyprincess4two]

Call Out My Name- J. Webber

pairing: OFcreator!reader x CoStar!Jake

classification: angst, smut

inspiration: request1, request2, Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, mention of online sex work, use of y/n, jealousy, slight cursing, Daddy kink, arguing, possessive!Jake, FWB (kinda?), slapping, cream pie, camera usage, somewhat pervy/ gross side character, smoking & alcohol

summary: When you film a video with somebody else, Jake’s jealousy takes over.

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Your whole life you’ve been known to tell a good lie. You’ve never been necessarily sneaky, you’ve just always been a good actress; a good pretender.

That’s why it’s easy to pretend that Kevin, the man on top of you, is making you see stars. He’s jabbing his penis inside of you like a double edged sword, managing to make every angle less pleasurable than the last.

You put on the performance of a lifetime, but only because the cameras are rolling. A red, blinking light stares back at you to taunt you; to let you know that it’s not over until he’s done.

So, you arch your back off the bed, kiss all over his body, wrap your legs around his waist, chanting words you don’t mean. Words along the lines of, “It feels so good,” “Just like that,” and “Faster! Harder!”

The whole time, as Kevin pounds into you at an ungodly, un-pleasurable pace, all you can think about is Jake. Jake always managed to make you feel good even when the cameras were off. Yet you somehow always find yourself under subpar men.

A loud grunt, and a sweaty forehead against your shoulder pulls you out of your trance.

“Holy fuck that was good!” Kevin groans, his voice choppy as he attempts to catch his breath. His entire body collapses on top of yours, suffocating you under his weight.

This is your grand finale, the big show!

You let out a high pitched moan, claw at his back, and shake beneath him (as much as his weight will allow you) as you praise his hard work.

“So good! Fuck! I’m coming!”

You sit in the moment for a while, uncomfortably adjusting yourself under Kevin as the camera continues recording the awkward silence.

Finally, when you decide this entire interaction needs to end, your palms press flat against his shoulders to push him off of you. His body rolls onto the opposite side of the bed, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

You throw on a robe and walk over to the camera, turning it off and looking expectantly at Kevin. He smirks at you, misreading your expression completely.

“Already ready for round two?” He chuckles. “Couldn’t get enough of the stallion, huh?”

He stands up and begins walking over to you while stroking himself, ready to engulf your frame in his arms.

You scoff, picking his clothes up from the floor and shoving it into his chest. “Let’s see how many views this gets. Then I’ll think about it.”

Kevin wears a dumbfounded expression as you kick him out of your house. You’re definitely NEVER collabing with him again, no matter the views.

—

Loud music bumps through the club speakers. A cold drink sits in Jake’s hand, the same drink he’s been nursing all night.

All week he’d been looking forward to a night out with his friends, but now that he’s actually here, he’s not sure he’s enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t arrived yet.

Kevin stands across from him, retelling stories that everyone is only half-listening to. For as long as Jake has known him, he’s hated Kevin. Everything from the way that he walks, talks, dresses, and even the way that he name drops all of his collabs.*1

As an online sex worker, Jake knows that collaborations between creators are no strings attached and meaningless (for the most part at least). But as Kevin says your name, and describes in detail how good the sex was, Jake can’t help but feel jealous.

“I had her in every position you can think of,” Kevin boasts, holding his arms out as he thrusts the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cum that fast either,” he continues, pretending to slap ass as he continues his gross display.

Jake scoffs, unintentionally gaining Kevin’s attention.

“Jake! You’ve filmed with her before, right?” Kevin asks.

Jake’s done more than film with you, but he’s not the type to show off. “Yeah, we’ve collabed here and there.”

Kevin jabs Jake’s side, “So you know how tight that pussy is then.” Jake’s heard enough, he shoves Kevin away from him and downs the drink that was still in his hand.

He sucks in through his teeth, slamming the glass onto a nearby table before pushing his way out of the club. “Fuck’s his problem?” Kevin says in confusion, watching as Jake disappears outside.

Jake doesn’t know why he’s so upset, or even why he’s jealous in the first place. He knows you’ve had sex with people other than him, it’s literally your job, but for some reason it gets under his skin ever time.

The thought of you under another man —even if it is just for work— and enjoying it makes him see red. Sometimes he wishes your relationship wasn’t so transactional, that he could have you all to himself even when the camera wasn’t rolling. But he’s forced to accept the fact that what you two share is purely business.

Jake now stands outside of the club, back against a rough brick wall as he tries hard to think of anything other than you. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, craving the burn that smoking brings him to distract his mind. He’s quick to light the stick and take a long drag from it, blowing in the general direction of an approaching figure.

The street is dimly lit, causing him to squint his eyes until you finally come into view. It’s almost like his jealousy summoned you.

Immediately you notice Jake, excitedly skipping over to him as quickly as your tight leather dress will allow you. “Got one for me?” you ask, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his cigarette.

You look so happy to see him, but his face doesn’t mirror your expression. He’s quiet, trying to keep to himself as much as possible before his mind inevitably reminds him of Kevin’s words.

He pulls another cigarette out, watching as you place it between your lips and wait for him to light it for you.

“How come you’re not inside?” you ask through puffs of smoke. Jake can’t stop looking at your lips, reminiscing on all the times you wrapped them around his cock while a camera was pointed at your face.

“It was getting loud in there,” he replies simply, before mindlessly continuing, “Plus I couldn’t listen to Kevin keep talking about how good it felt to fuck you.”

You grimace at the mention of his name. “Kevin’s here?”

Jake’s jaw clenches, fingers flicking the cigarette onto the floor. “Don’t sound too excited,” he scoffs with an eye roll.

What the fuck? You choke on the smoke, coughing loudly as you reply, “I’m not?”

“Whatever, let’s just go inside. Everyone’s been waiting for you.” Jake’s pushes off the brick wall, ready to walk past you and into the club, but you stop him by standing directly in his path.

“Move, Y/n,” he grits, stretching his neck out to avoid eye contact.

“No. Why are you being so pissy?”

“I’m not. Now move.” Jake tries walking around you, but you just scoot over and block him again.

“Jake,” you say sternly, trying to pull his attention to you, he’s upset and stubborn. “Look at me.”

Finally, he meets your expectant gaze, and the look in his eyes is one you’ve only ever seen during sex. “C’mon, wouldn’t wanna keep Kevin waiting,” he grumbles, a clear displeasure evident in his tone.

Finally, it clicked.

“Are you jealous?” You tease, chuckling slightly. His expression shifts from annoyance to embarrassment, mostly because he never thought you’d catch on or that he made it so obvious.

“You’re jealous!” You exclaim, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Once again, he scoffs, but he’s terrible at hiding his embarrassment.

“Aw Jake, don’t be jealous,” you tease.

“Video did get a lot of views though.” It’s true, the video brought a lot of traction to your account, but so did every single one of your other videos.

An idea pops into his mind at the revelation, but you don’t give him time to respond before you’re turning on your heel and excitedly walking into the club.

—

All night you’ve been working towards making Jake more jealous than he already was. All you had to do was stand close to Kevin, chat him up a bit, and pretend to be interested in whatever he quipped back. Kevin was definitely getting the wrong idea, but if it got you closer to Jake, it didn’t matter.

Jake’s eyes have been glued to you from the moment you entered the club, trained on your every move. His blood is boiling, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are bawled.

He needs to come up with an excuse to get you alone as quickly as possible, just so you two can make a video of your own. Honestly, he’ll be content for some alone time with you even if the camera isn’t involved.

Jake watches in jealousy as your hands grip Kevin’s bicep, supporting yourself as you throw your head back in laughter. Surely Kevin isn’t that funny.

Kevin’s arm manages to escape your grip and slither around your waist, his hand resting on your ass before squeezing it. You know Jake’s watching, so you let Kevin put on a show.

When Kevin slaps your ass, loudly and proudly, Jake decides he’s seen enough. So, he walks over to you without a real plan, but he’s being fueled by rage and jealousy.

Jake leans down in front of you, whispering into your ear, “Meet me in the parking lot.”

You struggle to hear him over the music and Kevin’s hold on you makes it hard to scoot in closer to him.

“What?” You whisper shout.

“Meet me in the parking lot,” Jake repeats, gritting his teeth and sending an unreadable look towards Kevin.

He’s quick to dismiss himself from everyone else, bidding his goodbyes as he walks out into the parking lot. As you watch his brooding figure disappear, your thighs subconsciously clench together. For some reason, the miserable, possessive aura that radiated from him was causing a heat to grow within you.

After some minutes, you make up an excuse as to why you need to leave. Something along the lines of, “I have an early day tomorrow.” Luckily, no one questions your excuse, or the way you giddily skip out of the club, not even Kevin.

When you exit the building and round the corner into the parking lot, you spot Jake leaning against the hood of his car. A cigarette sits between his lips, the lit end blinking with each inhale.

“No Kevin?” He says with a sly grin.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “I can go get him if you want?” You turn on your heels, pretending like you’re going to walk back into the club.

“I was kidding,” he grumbles, pulling your body into his roughly. You slam against him, your crotch hitting his already erect member.

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, both hands landing on your ass. He squeezes firmly, massaging your skin repeatedly.

“Why’d you call me out here, Jake?” You ask, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“You know why,” he hums, applying pressure to your back until you’re basically grinding.

You decide to tease him, knowing that he’s so unbelievably horny that it’ll work him up even further. “I don’t know why, Jake. Care to explain?”

He’s still grinding himself into you, his breath becoming heavy with every passing second. Jake’s mind is going crazy with the thought of you on the back of his car, camera in your face, praising every inch of his body.

Jake’s head falls onto your shoulder, mouth latching onto the skin of your neck in a soft, sloppy attack of kisses. “Just thought we could… you know, make a video of our own,” he murmurs against your skin.

You want to give in, to take him right there in the middle of the parking lot, but you know that the further you push him, the greater the reward.

“We’ve made enough videos. They don’t bring in as many views as my other ones…” you say, stifling a moan. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that. Your videos with Jake are easily the most popular on your account.

“… As my videos with Kevin.”

Jake’s lips come to a halt, hands becoming stiff on your ass.

“Yeah?” Jake says.

“Yeah.” You reply, a stubborn underlying tone in your voice.

He unlocks his car, opening the back seat. “Get in.”

“What?” You laugh, slight confusion written on your face.

“You heard me,” he growls.

As you begin crawling into the backseat, his hand lands a firm slap on your ass.

“We’re gonna see how many views we can get you.”

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Even though this is what you’ve wanted all night, now that you’re in the backseat of Jake’s car, you feel nervous. You’ve filmed videos like this before, yet you feel like a virgin anxiously awaiting to be touched.

Because you’re in a car, you have none of your camera equipment, so you’re wondering what Jake will record this on.

“C’mere,” Jake murmurs, catching sight of the way you anxiously play with the hem of your dress. “What happened to all that confidence?” He teases as you make your way onto his lap, finding a comfortable position over his crotch.

Instinctively, you grind onto him, but his hands are quick to stop you. “Uh uh. I’m in control, baby.”

“You were acting like a stupid brat. You think brats deserve to be rewarded?” He asks, pulling his phone out of his one pocket. You don’t answer, but you don’t have to because he does it for you, “They don’t. They get punished.”

The phone’s flash shines in your face, a clear indicator that he’s started recording. Suddenly, you become shy, because even if this is what you do for a living, it always feels more vulnerable and real with Jake.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips as he swiftly maneuvers you so that you’re lying across his lap. Your tight dress has managed to ride past your hips at this point, providing Jake the perfect view of your ass which he gladly captures on camera.

“You know what happens to brats, Y/n?” Jake asks, his unoccupied hand massaging your thighs and ass.

Your voice is squeaky as you try not to get lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, “Mmm— No.”

Suddenly, he delivers a quick slap to your bum. You weren’t expecting it, and you’re so lost in the moment that all you can manage to do is squeal.

“You like that?” He taunts, focusing the camera on the red handprint that’s forming on your skin. You bite your lip and nod your head, batting your eyelashes at him. Not only did you know that this would rile him up, but you actually did like that.

“Fucking brat,” he grits. Jake’s hand lands on your ass again, only slightly harder than before. The sting courses through your body, eliciting the smallest moan from you.

He delivers another slap. “I won’t stop until I know you’ve learned your lesson.” Slap.

You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your moans and whimpers. But it’s no use, you’re enjoying this much more than you’d care to admit.

If it weren’t for the wetness that formed in your panties, you might’ve allowed this to continue all night. But, as he continues delivering slap after slap, all you can think about is the erection that is poking at your stomach.

So when he proposes the question, “Have you learned your lesson?”

You’re quick to reply with, “Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

The pet name flips a switch in Jake. It’s the first time anyone has ever referred to him as that, and he’s instantly addicted.

“Say it again.”

You crawl back into his lap, sitting right above his crotch. Your fingers weave through his hair and tug the strands.

Slowly, you lean close enough for your lips to graze his. “I learned my lesson,” you whisper, “Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers. Suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to remain in control. There’s something about the way the word sounds coming from your sultry voice. It has him weak.

You grind onto his cock as you connect your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy, needy, and tastes of desire. Jake’s completely forgotten about the phone, tossing it to the side and allowing his hands to roam your body.

His strong, rough hands travel from your ass to your boobs, pulling the dress down until your breasts are free. He hungrily latches onto your nipples, sucking and nipping at the sensitive buds until your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Your body continues gyrating against his, the material of his jeans providing you with the slightest relief. It still wasn’t enough, though, you needed to feel him, all of him.

You pull his face back up to yours, capturing his lips in another heated makeout session. Moans and groans are swallowed by the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re breathless, but the kiss is so much better than oxygen.

One of your hands begins palming him through his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in an attempt to free his cock.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg against his lips.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good,” he grunts, watching as you pull his pants down. Jake’s cock springs free, precum already leaking from the red, swollen tip.

As you pump him slowly, spreading his natural lubrication along his shaft, he uses one of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. The fabric pushes against your clit and the pressure is soon replaced with his fingers as he circles the bundle of nerves rhythmically.

You’re quick to position yourself over his cock, sitting on the tip momentarily before sinking down on it completely.

“Jake— fuck!” You moan, throwing your head onto his shoulder. Jake’s size always manages to overwhelm you.

You’re about to start bouncing on his dick, but he stops you with strong hands on your waist.

“That’s not my name.”

Rutting your hips in response earns you yet another slap to the ass.

“Don’t be a brat. Say my name,” he growls.

You clench around his girth, desperate for some sort of relief as he continues to hold you in place.

“Say.” Slap. “My.” Slap. “Name.” Slap.

Your asscheek is red and stinging, the need growing deep within your core. “Jake?” You tease, feigned innocence laced in your voice.

In an attempt to reposition himself, he bucks his hips upwards into you. You whimper at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix.

“Wanna act stupid?” He asks, mostly to himself. He grabs the long forgotten phone, its flash once again illuminating your exposed body. “I’ll fuck you stupid then.”

In one swoop, Jake lays you on your back in the backseat. Your tits jiggle against the fabric of your dress that’s pooled beneath them, an excited giggle being the only thing keeping you from moaning.

“You won’t think shit’s funny when I’m done with you.”

His large hand slithers up your body, wrapping around your neck as he begins pounding into you relentlessly. Small hands wrap around his wrist as you try adjusting to the feeling.

He’s fucking you so fast, so good. Muffled and strained moans ring through the car, harmonizing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Jake’s still pointing the camera in your face, capturing your fucked out expression perfectly. He expertly angles the camera down to your wet cunt, biting his lip at the sight he’s met with. His length plunges in and out of you repeatedly, squelching as it’s coated in your slick.

“Jake— I—,” you stutter through your words, the euphoric feeling of his dick suffocated between your walls clouding your mind with lust.

He pulls out of you completely, immediately missing the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, but he needs to teach you a lesson.

Your hips lift from the leathery cushion beneath them, chasing his cock in a hungry haze. You whimper and claw at the wrist that’s wrapped around your throat, begging desperately for him to stuff you again.

“Say my name,” he commands. Your nose scrunches in indignation.

His grip on your throat loosens, that same hand traveling down to his aching cock. Jake teasingly traces the tip along your cunt, earning another hip buck from you.

“You know what to do, baby,” he teases.

“One word will give you everything you want.” He slaps the tip against your throbbing clit. You want to continue playing this game, but you know you won’t last long.

You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. The camera has the perfect view of your face and your pussy that clenches around nothing.

Your eyelashes bat against your cheeks as you bite your lip. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

As soon as the pet name leaves your mouth, Jake is diving back into you in a hungry frenzy. The force pushes you back onto your back. His pounding thrusts have you seeing stars, his tip kissing your cervix each time.

“Was that so fucking hard?” He grunts. One of his hands grips your waist, providing him with the leverage necessary to continue fucking you deep and hard. The other hand, is focused on filming every beautiful second of this. From the way you look wrapped around him, to the way your mouth falls open because of the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins.

His grunts bring you closer to the edge, especially when mixed with the filthy words that fall from his lips. “Did Kevin fuck you this good? Did his dick have you squirming and whimpering like this?”

You’re too fucked out to respond, causing Jake to pound into you even harder than before. “Hmm? Did he?”

“No, Daddy. No one fucks me this good— fuck!” Your eyes screw shut as he fucks you at a particularly delicious angle. “Only you do, Daddy. Only you.”

You feel your climax approaching quickly, so you slither your hand down to your clit. Your fingers rub circles into the sensitive bud as you chase your high.

Jake’s orgasm must be close too because his hips stutter and his movements become sloppier, a string of curse words and moans melodically falling on the skin of your neck.

“I’m coming!” You squeak.

Your legs convulse and shake as your orgasm washes over you, your core clenching around Jake’s cock as he continues pushing and pulling inside of you.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. So, so good,” he praises as your plushy walls continue clamping around his dick.

He’s so unbelievably close, all he needs is to hear you say his name one last time. “Say my name, baby. I’m so close.”

You chant the pet name like a mantra, kissing his sweaty chest and shoulders repeatedly to help him reach his orgasm. He loves the way you say it and would gladly listen to you say it forever if he could.

Jake’s hips snap into you one last time as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your insides. A breathy, animalistic moan racks through his body as he collapses onto you.

For the first time in a long time, the weight of a man’s body on you doesn’t feel suffocating. Instead, it feels comforting and you’d love for him to remain this close to you for as long as possible.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. So, as you both recover from the powerful orgasms that just surged through your body, he pulls out of you slowly.

You immediately miss the feeling of him inside of you and as he turns the phone off, you find yourself wishing you were still under the spotlight, because maybe then the moment would last longer.

You sit up and adjust your dress. “Hope you got your footage,” you comment, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’ll get a lot of views.”

Jake pulls his pants up, sending you a bewildered look. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m sharing this,” he chuckles.

Your brows furrow in confusion, a slight twinge of embarrassment painting your expression. “Was it not good enough?”

As you await his response, you crawl into the passenger seat. He follows suit shortly after, joining you in the driver’s seat.

“Was it not good enough?” He scoffs, restating your question like it’s an insult. “It was too good.”

A blush forms on your face. You don’t know what it is about Jake that always makes you feel like a giggly teenage girl.

“It was too damn good, baby. And Daddy doesn’t like sharing.”

Instinctively, your thighs press together. He always managed to rile you up within seconds.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that. I’m greedy,” Jake states.

You nod your head slowly.

“And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets.” His right hand rests on your thigh as the other works the steering wheel. *2

“Yes Daddy,” you whisper, earning yourself a squeeze. If it meant he’d fuck you like he just did, you were going to continue calling out his name.

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MASTERLIST

a/n:

okay so I’m writing Arranged CH.2 rn, but this idea just came to me based on the two requests (linked). Also, I need a smut break tbh I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING FLUFFY AND/ OR ANGSTY. which is what Arranged is perfect for 😏

I’m trying to gain the motivation to write frequently again so I can post more, but it’s a process. I’m getting there guys.

Thank you my sweet anons for these reqs (linked), hope you enjoy!!!

- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗

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1* Kendrick V. Drake, thoughts? Personally, I’m team Kendrick 🤔 the songs are too damn catchy

2* I know he says “whatever daddy wants, daddy gets,” as a joke, but let’s pretend he says it to get us all worked up. okay? Okay.

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[nicksbestie]

i love your work sm! can you write a johnnie fic where he had a long day and the reader is cuddling with him and telling him how proud they are of him. i just feel like johnnie needs to hear it 🫶🏼 thank you!!

thank you SO SO SO much!! i absolutely can <3 I loved this prompt!!

my reqs are now closed but please come chat about jake and johnnie with me whenever!!

Tired

warnings : mentions of mental health and negativity, feelings of depression and sadness

word count : 811

pairing : johnnie guilbert/reader (romantic)

enjoy!!! <3

Content creation could take a lot out of a person, especially when they were already struggling with their mental health. Despite the fact that it could be more flexible than a more average job, it can still provide the same, if not more, amounts of stress. Once you start a career like that, especially when it gains following and attention, you have a large internet presence, and people on the internet can be so incredibly cruel. People are more confident than ever when they are hiding behind the safety of a screen, unlikely to be revealed, and that shows in any career with a majorly online platform. 

This wasn’t to say that there weren’t a lot of positives to having a more internet focused career, like the flexible hours, and sometimes the pay is even better than any other job, if your following is big enough. And most of the time, the positives are enough to keep you going through the negative portions. However, sometimes those negative portions feel like they’re going to be the end of your career. Johnnie had been growing a large internet presence for years now, and had seen or gone through just about everything there was to see or go through. But that didn’t mean that it affected him any less, and sometimes, the fact that he had seen it before caused it to affect him more. 

Today was one of those bad days, where the negative parts had gotten to be way too much. You weren’t aware of this quite yet, due to the fact that you weren’t home yet. You were on the way home, and had no idea that Johnnie’s work day had not gone as planned. His stream had ended abruptly, you knew that, and way before it was scheduled to end, but you had chalked it up to some technical mishap or something of the sort, as that difficulty did happen every once in a while. It wasn’t often, but you knew that it wouldn’t be too out of the norm, and it wouldn’t have raised many alarm bells with his fanbase. So, you weren’t worried at all, thinking you had no reason to be as you pulled into your garage, walking into the house and calling out that you were home. 

You did become a little confused when you got no response. Johnnie always called back to you, regardless of whether he was working or not. You always came home at nearly exactly the same time, and he knew that, so whatever he had or was playing, he always had the volume down low enough so he could hear when you came in and began talking to him. Due to this, you went looking for him, gently knocking on his bedroom door when you realized it was locked. He had a key above his bedroom door, in case of any emergency, but you would never open it without his permission. You respected his privacy, and because of that, you spoke through the door, asking if he, or you, could open the door. 

Once you received his affirmation that you could open it, you reached up to grab the key from the top of the doorway, and easily unlocked the door. Walking in, your heart felt like it was breaking. The room was as dark as possible, the shades on the windows closed tightly, no lights on, not even his monitors. Your boyfriend was nearly invisible, seemingly attempting to hide under his blankets, his back to you, completely ignoring the fact that you had just walked in. You sat down on the side of the bed, softly pulling the covers back and resting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” 

He didn’t turn to look at you, simply shrugging. 

“Nothing. I’m fine.” 

You stayed silent for a minute, laying down next to him and throwing the covers back over you both. 

“You’re clearly not fine. But if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to. Do you want a hug?” 

He immediately turned over, letting you wrap your arms around him, and your heart broke into even more pieces when you saw the tear tracks staining his makeup free cheeks. He hid his face once he realized that you had noticed how it looked, refusing to speak, and just letting you hold him. You had absolutely no problems staying there as long as he needed you to be there, and it ended up being a couple of hours. You were hugging him, reminding him that he was loved, and that you were proud of him. You were sure that he would be back to his normal self soon, but you were more than happy to help him carry the emotional weight while he was struggling. After all, that’s what you do for the people you love.

[liseytopia]

thinking about jake and morning kisses..

a wide, toothy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you rolled over to face jake. your chin rested gently on his naked, tattooed chest, eyes scanning his tousled black hair.

"mornin', pretty lady."

he croaked, his voice still gravelly from waking up. his hand reached out to twirl a piece of your additionally disheveled hair.

your beaming smile grew a little more with his drowsy words.

the sun just barely peeking through the curtains illuminated his face in the perfect way and you shuffled around to get a better angle.

"morningggg," you drawled, craning your head upward to reach his lips. he helped you and lightly guided your face with a hand on your cheek.

his lips softly and lazily pecked yours as a content smirk grew on his face. you reciprocated the action, your plush lips pressing into his, both your eyelids closed and resting lightly over your eyes. jake's opened ever so slightly here and there to catch a glance at you.

morning breath didn't matter to either of you. affection was affection and neither of you really cared at all, all you wanted was the warmth and care of finding that love first thing in the morning in jake's arms, and so did he..

and it was his favorite thing ever.

an: should i turn this into a full fic?? i suppose i could if yall really wanted 😽

© liseytopia 2024 : do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

[sh4wty18]

Could you maybe do one with Jake where the reader has a really bad migraine and he takes care of them. Please

migraine.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: same as request.

cw: fluff, detailed descriptions of migraines (?)

word count: 640 + edited

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The migraine started this morning when you’d woken up, and only continued getting worse throughout the day. When you went out for coffee and shopping with your friend, you’d expected the caffeine to help dull the still slowly increasing pain on the right side of your head. You took an excedrin, but that didn’t help either–it never did. 

So when you got home from your day out–cut short by the immeasurable pain creeping from the back of your right eye, all the way to the base of your skull–you were quite overstimulated. Everything made your head pound more, the lights in your bedroom when you walked in, Jake’s loud laughing and yelling to his stream viewers from his desk, Johnnie blaring his music from across the hall. By this point, you were nauseous with pain, and gripping your head as you closed your shared bedroom door and sunk to the floor, in too much pain to greet Jake or his stream when you walked in. 

He turned around in his chair with a smile, and shouted, “Hi baby!” before noticing your position on the floor, and the way you sat with your head in your hands, holding back tears. His smile quickly fell from his face and he turned back around, “Sorry guys, I have to go. Y/n needs me. See you next time!” He turned his phone off and immediately got up to dim the lights in your bedroom before walking out the door and across the hall, presumably to Johnnie’s room. A few seconds later, you heard Johnnie’s music stop too, and before you knew it, Jake was by your side, knelt next to you. 

“Another migraine?” he asks softly, his voice just reaching a whisper. 

You nod, unable to form a coherent thought through the amount of pain you were in. Jake rubs your back gently before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed and laying you down. He unties and pulls off your shoes, and helps you remove your clothes from the day and slip on some pajamas, all while you keep your eyes closed. 

He kisses your forehead as you lay down. “Covers or no covers?” he asks. 

“Under the covers, please.” you say, and he tucks you in.

“I’m going to get you a glass of water, and a cold cloth for your eyes. Does that sound good?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you whisper, nodding.

“M’kay,” Jake says, leaning down to kiss your lips before making his way to the kitchen.

When he gets back he closes the door so quietly you hardly realize he’s there. He walks over to you and helps you sit up to take a few sips of water before laying you back down and placing the cold compress over your eyes. Then, he walks over to the window and draws the blackout curtains shut tight, so as to not let in a single ray of light. 

You feel his fingers brush over yours before taking your hand in his and interlocking your fingers. His thumb rubs against the back of your palm in the comforting way he always does when you have your migraines. “You want me in bed with you? We can take a nap together,” he offers, and you can hear the sweet smile in his voice. 

“Sure, baby,” you whisper. 

Jake climbs in next to you and wraps his arm around your stomach, careful not to be too constraining and leave you room to move around. He didn’t want you overheating, since it often made your migraines worse. 

He kisses your lips one last time. “I’m always gonna be here for you, okay? And if you need anything, you just let me know. I love you, princess.” 

“I love you more,” you say weakly.

“Not possible,” he grins. “Goodnight.” <3

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sweet lil jake fic for u <333

divider from @plutism

all pics from pinterest :)

[liseytopia]

influencing rockstar gf forever

Jake Webber x rockstar reader

OMG I LOVE THIS !

also, remember that requests are open !!

jake webber x fem!rockstar!reader

You guys totally meet at a gig your band does at some random venue in LA.

He has been listening to your music for a while but had never gone to a show

When he finds out your band is performing at like sunset strip he is getting tickets right away

He's dragging Johnnie with him too

After some songs, he ends up front row right infront of you

Literally a wattpad story, you would find yourself looking right to him throughout the entire show.

You wink at him from stage, and he literally thinks he is hallucinating.

He leaves the venue to smoke a cigarette of course while Johnnie is probably fixing his hair in the bathroom

When you come out of the venue you see him leaning against a wall and you knew that was your chance

You go up to him and start chatting with him while your bandmates wait up for you

You guys end up exchanging numbers because besides from super cute he was hilarious too

You probably text him first because after two days he doesn't text you

He didn't text you because he was literally afraid of fucking it up

But when he gets your message, he is relieved

If you hadn't felt a connection before, you definitely felt it now.

You hang out like three or four times a week usually just listening to music and talking about life

Never getting bored of each other's presence

When you finally get together, both of your fans can't believe he pulled you

For real surprised

But the moment you both record a vlog eating food in his car everyone is obsessed with your dynamic

Everyone thinks you are so cute

Writing love songs all the time about him and being super obvious about it

Getting him and his friends free tickets to your gigs

Going to classic rockstar parties but never leaving each others side

He WORSHIPS you, like every little thing you ask him to get you he is doing it right away

You BETTER expect him at every single gig your band does, he will be there, backstage, front row doesn't matter

Surprises you on your anniversary when you can't make it because you are touring around the country

All in all a perfect relationship, he is your number one fan boy.