#jake webber and johnnie guilbert

[sluttyjakewebber]

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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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A/n:

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First Jake story

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[itsmealaiah]

Finish

TW: SMUT, p in v sex, desk sex, grinding on johnnie's thigh, mentions of erections, mild profanity, dirty talk, degrading, fingering.

Request: could i request the reader being overly needy and clingy towards johnnie while he’s editing, wanting his attention and affection, though he denies until he gives in. instead of giving the reader proper attention he makes the reader get off on his thigh while he continues to edit, giving the reader small touches until he gives into the readers begging 🤭

Rating: 18+, mdni

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The dim light of the computer screen flickered against Johnnie's pale skin as he stared intently at the video. His fingers danced across the keyboard, making corrections and adding notes with the efficiency of a surgeon. But despite his focus, a small part of him couldn't help but feel the presence of you behind him. The warmth emanating from your body, the soft whispers in his ear, and the occasional brush of your fingers against his arm.

It was all too much. He sighed heavily, wishing he could give you the attention you so desperately craved. But he couldn't. Not until this editing was done.

As if sensing his reluctance, you shifted your weight, pressing your body harder against him. Your breasts grazed against his back, sending a shiver down his spine. "Johnnie," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "Please."

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore you. But it was no use. The ache in his groin grew more insistent, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you there, beneath him. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he reached back, cupping your breast in his hand. "Fine," he muttered, "but only for a little while."

As you pressed yourself harder against him, grinding on his thigh, you let out small moans and whimpers, making it impossible for him to focus on the editing. The feel of your body moving against his was driving him wild. He started to touch you back, teasing you with his fingertips, making circles around your nipple. Your skin was soft and warm beneath his touch, and the sound of your needy begging filled his ears.

"Please, Johnnie," you begged, arching your back. "I need you." Your hips moved faster, grinding harder on his thigh. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire deep in his gut. The knowledge that he was denying you only seemed to make you more desperate. He could feel your wetness against his hand, and it only made him harder.

With a growl, he turned you around, pushing you against the desk. You gasped as he pressed his body against yours, trapping you there. His other hand found its way to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down roughly. You helped him pull them off, and then his fingers were on your bare flesh, teasing your folds as he found your entrance. You arched your back, moaning loudly.

He thrust his fingers inside you, curling them as he found your sweet spot. You cried out, your hips moving in time with his fingers. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. His free hand gripped your breast, pinching the nipple hard as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

The room spun as your orgasm took hold, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you screamed into his mouth. He held you there, his fingers moving faster, relentless in their pursuit of your release. As you came down from the high, he pulled his fingers free, watching you tremble against him.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Come back to me now." He guided your hands to his chest, where they clung tightly. The rhythmic thud of his heart matched the wild beat of yours, and you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, your eyelids, your lips, his touch gentle now.

"Better?" he asked, and you nodded, still catching your breath. He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Good. Then I think it's time for a little reward." He pulled you closer, his hard length pressed against your wetness. With a groan, he pushed inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sudden fullness, arching your back as he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then faster.

The desk creaked beneath you, the sound echoing in the room as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, your nails digging into his shoulders. He felt impossibly big inside you, stretching you in ways you didn't know you could be stretched. You moaned his name, lost in the feeling of being so completely taken.

As the passion built, so did the tension, the urgency. You could feel your orgasm building, just beyond the edge, and with each thrust, it grew closer. He felt it too, the way your body tightened around him, the way your breath hitched. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, thrusting harder as he neared his release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you, and with a shuddering moan, your orgasm crashed over you, taking you both in a wave of bliss. Your body convulsed around him, milking him as your pleasure peaked, and then slowly began to ebb away. He held you close, his lips pressed to yours, as the last tremors subsided and the world slowly came back into focus.

You felt exhausted, but in the best possible way. Your limbs felt heavy and sated, and the warmth between your legs was a constant reminder of where he still was, of how close he still was. He withdrew from you, reluctantly, his softening length sliding free from your body. You felt the loss acutely, but the way he looked at you, the way he held you, told you that he wasn't finished with you yet.

He helped you stand, and you leaned into him, feeling the solid wall of his chest against your breasts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and kissed you tenderly. "I've missed this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I've missed you." You nestled into his embrace, feeling the comfort and reassurance of his touch.

He led you over to the bed, and they collapsed together onto the soft mattress. Your skin felt cool against his, and he pulled the covers over you, wrapping you in his warmth. You curled into him, content to just lie there, feeling his heartbeat against your ear.

"So," he said, his voice still a little rough, "how was that?" He traced a finger along your jaw, watching your expression as he waited for your reply.

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[alaiahsecondblog]

Still hot

TW: smut, p in v sex, cowgirl position, head (m rec), virgin! jake, slight profanity, dirty talk, praise kink, making out

Request: can we do a virgin!jake x reader? 💋

Rating: 18+, mdni

Word count: 1k

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The sun dips below the horizon, casting the world in shades of pink and orange, and the air is alive with the sound of crickets. You and Jake have been making out on his bed for what feels like hours now. His hands roam over your body, unbuttoning your shirt and slipping beneath your bra, teasing your nipples until they harden. You moan into the kiss, feeling the familiar ache between your legs grow more insistent with each passing second.

You break the kiss, breathless, and glance down to find that his jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, tenting out over his growing erection. Without a moment's hesitation, you reach down and grip him through his boxers, feeling the heat and the length of him in your hand. He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily, and you can tell he's as turned on as you are. You push him back onto the bed, straddling his waist, and with a wicked grin, you yank down his boxers, freeing him from their confines.

Jake's eyes go wide as he stares up at you, and for a moment you think he's going to freak out. But then he blurts out, "I'm a virgin." The words are out there now, hanging between you like a weight. You feel a surge of arousal at the admission, and it's like a switch flips in his brain. He looks at you with a mixture of fear and desire, anxious to see what you'll say.

You lean down, brushing your lips against his ear. "That's even hotter," you whisper, and then you take him into your mouth. His taste is salty and slightly sweet, and he lets out a moan that vibrates against your lips. You start slowly, sucking him deeper and swirling your tongue around him, relishing the feel of him in your mouth. Your hands slide down his chest, over his abs, and lower still, until you find his hardness pressing against your palm. You stroke him in time with your movements, feeling him grow even harder beneath your touch.

Jake's hips begin to move, meeting your rhythm as you suck him off. He digs his fingers into your hair, urging you on, and you can tell he's getting closer. You pick up the pace, wanting to make him lose control. Your hands fly to his shaft, rubbing it all over.

As you feel the first pulse of his orgasm, you slow down, taking him deep and letting him feel every last wave. He gasps, his body tense and shuddering underneath you. His cum fills your mouth, salty and bitter, but you swallow every drop, savoring the taste. When he's finally spent, you pull back, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Wow," he breathes. "I had no idea it could feel like that."

You smile, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "Well, I'm glad I could show you."

He looks at you with a newfound sense of appreciation and desire. "I want to feel you inside me," he whispers.

You nod, understanding. "Then let's do this." You reach down and guide his hand to your sex, showing him how wet you are. He gently slips a finger inside, exploring your tightness, and you arch your back, moaning at the sensation.

With a steadying breath, Jake rolls onto his side, positioning himself between your legs. He looks at you with nervous anticipation, his erection still hard and ready. You take his hand, guiding it lower, until he's touching the head of his cock to your entrance. He hesitates for a moment, unsure, before you push him gently, urging him inside.

There's a moment of resistance as he breaks through your barrier, but then he slides in deeper, filling you completely. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so intimately connected to him. His hips begin to move, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as he finds a rhythm that feels good for both of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, anchoring him to you as you ride his movements, meeting him stroke for stroke. The air is thick with the sound of their breathing, the crickets providing a hypnotic backdrop to the intimate sounds they make together. Jake's hands roam over your body, tracing circles around your nipples, digging into your hips as he thrusts deeper.

As the passion between you reaches a fever pitch, you feel your own orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm you. You arch your back, pressing your lips to Jake's neck as you come, his name escaping your lips in a shuddering moan. Your muscles clench around him, milking his orgasm from him, and he groans, spilling his release deep inside you.

His weight presses down on you, but it's a welcome feeling, a reminder of the connection you share. You both lie there, panting, your hearts racing, your bodies slick with sweat and each other's essence. He rolls to the side, taking you with him, and pulls you into his embrace. You feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his arms as they hold you close.

"I had no idea it could be like this," he whispers, kissing your neck. "No idea."

You nestle into his touch, feeling a contentment wash over you. You've given him something he's never experienced before, and in return, he's given you a sense of closeness you've never known. The night air is cool against your bare skin, and you shiver slightly. Jake senses it and draws the blanket up over you, tucking it around your shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice still rough with emotion.

"I'm perfect," you say, and you mean it. You look up at him, feeling a strange mix of affection and desire. "I want to do this again."

He smiles down at you, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I think that can be arranged."

And with that, he leans in to kiss you, and the world fades away, replaced by the simple, perfect connection between the two of you.

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[bratzforchris]

hi!! can you do reader (gender neutral please) comforting jake after an autistic meltdown? maybe some fluff and cuddles and they get him his safe food and fidget toys and a weighted blanket and headphones if he needs it? thanks!!

Recovery

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Summary: Above!

Pairing: Jake x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Autistic meltdown, overstimulation

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love writing neurodivergent/chronic illness rep fics<3

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Jake had always prided himself on being extremely level-headed (off camera, that is). Even though he was autistic, he was a very logical person, and was usually able to separate his emotions from what the situation actually was. But still, he was autistic, and there were days where all the overstimulation and the feeling of being unaware of society or “too different” got to him and led to an autistic meltdown. 

Unfortunately, today was one of those days. He had been planning to film a Dunkin’ taste test with Johnnie for over a week now, only for Johnnie to wake up with a stomach bug. He wasn’t mad at Johnnie in any way; that wouldn’t be fair. Instead, he was just stressed by the change in schedule and the lack of structure that was now in his morning. Jake had decided to make himself a bowl of his favorite cereal, which was his current safe food. But as soon as he opened the pantry, all he was met with was an empty box. 

“Fuck this.” he groaned, opting to grab a can on Monster and sit on the couch under his weighted blanket. 

Jake scrolled on his phone for a while, stuck in the “doom scrolling” habit, until he realized his skin, and specifically his new tattoos, was horribly dry. He wanted to scratch, but knew that wouldn’t help, and he just didn’t have the energy to get up. Just as he was shifting on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t hurt, the lawn care people began their work outside. 

By this point, Jake was so overstimulated from the awful feeling that had taken residence deep into his bones and the sound of lawn mowers and weed eaters outside that he didn’t know what else to do besides cry. He could’ve simply gotten up and gotten some lotion and his sensory headphones, but when you were in the midst of an autistic meltdown, nothing was logical. The lack of structure in his morning, lack of safe foods, and overstimulation had gotten to him by this point and it was just too much. 

He continued to sob, plugging his ears and pulling the blanket over his head to block out the noise. Thankfully, his mind was clear enough that he was able to send you a quick text with come over :(? i need you…

On the other side of town, you frowned when you read your boyfriend’s message, knowing this was out of the ordinary for Jake. He hardly ever texted, preferring to call people, and the little sad face was worrying you. You sent him a quick ‘be there soon’ text and jumped out of bed, quickly getting ready and beginning to speed to his house. If you had it your way, you two would be living together, but unfortunately, you were still working through classes at the community college, and thus, still lived with your parents. 

As soon as you pulled into Jake’s driveway, you knew why you were here. Your boyfriend despised lawn care days, and usually made a point to not be home when they came. Something must’ve happened that kept him here. You quickly hurried inside, thankful for your spare key. The house was rather quiet, which worried you more. There was no screaming from Jake or Johnnie and no music playing either. As soon as you stepped into the living room, though, you figured out what was wrong. Jake was still on the couch, buried under his weighted blanket. His sobs had stopped, but tear tracks still marked his cheeks and he was sniffling. 

“Oh bubba,” You whispered softly, sitting beside him on the couch. “Bad day?”

Jake nodded, taking his time before speaking. “Everything’s going wrong today and I just got overstimulated.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offered. “It’s okay if not.”

Your boyfriend nodded, moving to lay his head in your lap as he spoke. “Johnnie woke up sick, which meant we couldn't film, which messed up the plans I had for the morning. Then we were out of safe food. Then my skin was dry and itchy and the lawncare people were here and I hate it.”

Jake got more emotional as he spoke, tears flowing again. You made note of certain parts of his sentence, realizing specifically that he probably hadn’t eaten anything today and it was almost one pm. 

“Tell you what,” You told him. “I’m gonna Instacart you your safe foods and I’ll get the lotion and your headphones, ‘kay?” You hummed, running your hands through his hair. 

Your boyfriend nodded, mostly nonverbal after his meltdown, but that was okay. You knew how much energy meltdowns took out of him, and all you cared about right now was that he was resting. You stood up, planting a kiss to Jake’s head and starting towards his bathroom. As you walked, you used your phone to order your boy some of his favorite cereal, mac n cheese, and strawberries, all of which he considered safe foods. 

In the bathroom, you sidestepped Johnnie, who was asleep against the bathtub, hugging the trash bin. You searched high and low for some lotion, finally finding some tucked in the very back of the cabinet. You quickly retrieved it, along with Jake’s sensory headphones from his bedroom, and made your way back to the couch. 

Jake had found his sensory slug under one of the couch pillows and was fidgeting with it softly, still fighting tears. He appeared somewhat better now, knowing that you were going to take care of him, but still, recovery from autistic meltdowns could take hours or in some cases, days. 

“Lift your shirt up, bub.” You instructed gently. 

Your boyfriend did as told, and you softly set the headphones on his ears comfortably. Once you had done that, you pumped a few squirts of lotion into your hand and began to gently rub the cream over his new tattoos. Jake was visibly relaxing as his dry skin was soothed away and your hands worked magic on him. 

Once you were done, you sat down on the couch with him, and Jake curled up into you. You two sat for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence as he calmed down and waited for his food. You knew that you couldn’t take away Jake’s pain, but you could let him know he was loved. And so, you softly spelled out ‘I love you’ into his palm. 

[caitlynskitten]

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Wednesday: No, you’re a virgin.

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[sturn777]

jake webber x anxiety reader

where jake takes us to a party and we get an anxiety attack

and he comforts us? 💗

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jake webber x reader

no use of y/n

warnings: panic attack, crying, mentions of cheating, feeling sick

tags: @st7rnioioss @its-jennarose @timmyscomputer @kriissy4gov @liz-stxrn @sunrisemill @mattssluttywaist @riasturns @mx0qin @junnniiieee07 @alorsxsturn @annasturn0lo

“You’re going to be fine, alright?” Jake assured you as you stood outside the door. One of Jake’s friends had invited the both of you to a party, and you both accepted the offer.

You thought you would be fine as your anxiety had been at a resting level this month - but it quickly switched up.

What if everyone didn’t want you there? What if the invite was a pity invite? What if you do something embarrassing? Or what if Jake finds a girl prettier than you?

Jake snapped his fingers in front of your face, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hey, don’t worry your pretty little face. Come on let’s have fun and when you want to go, we can go.” he proposed, holding his pinky put for you to wrap yours around.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised, smiling at your boyfriend. The sickly feeling in your stomach fading before coming back. Great.

As soon as you stepped in music blared and people greeted you, yet you stayed close to Jake with an arm around his bicep.

The night went on and the music only seemed to get louder. Suddenly, Jake had disappeared and you were on your own in the middle of a crowd.

You couldn’t move, bodies knocked into you and you let them - before you snapped. “S-Stop pushing i-into me!” you stumbled over your words, gaining back your movement you ran towards the bathroom you had been eyeing the entire night.

You hand trembled around the handle before you finally let yourself in, closing it and locking it. Sitting yourself down on the toilet you whimpered.

Jake was gone, probably off with a skinny blonde.

You felt dizzy, hiding your eyes in your knees - the bright lights blinding you. It was as though all the oxygen had been taken from you. You were dying. There was no doubt about it. You were dying and you couldn’t even text Jake due to your foggy eyes.

A knock pounded on the door, feeling like a scream to your ears as you sobbed. “W-who is it?” you managed to get out.

“It’s me, Jake. Let me in baby.”

You stumbled up from the toilet seat, unlocking the door after struggling for a moment. As the door opened Jake looked at you with pity, walking forwards he closed the bathroom door once more and wrapped you in a tight hug.

At first it felt like knives, but the longer it went on for you felt his warm skin against yours. It was Jake, of course he wouldn’t chest on you. Of course he’s here for you.

He pulled away once he felt your muscles relax, pushing your hair back and out your face. “What’s up baby?”

You shook your head as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. “It’s just been a bad week, a-and I thought you were cheating on me ‘c-cus I lost you.”

Jake nodded along, pulling your head back into his chest, kissing the crown of your head. “I would never, ever cheat on you. Ever. You know me and Johnnie only kiss as bros.” he rolled his eyes playfully, earning a sniffly laugh from you. “Let’s go home and get cookies.”

He rubbed your back before pulling away, holding your hand tightly through the crowd as you made your way out. Not bothering to say goodbye to anybody, you spent a quiet, peaceful night together.

[sluttyjakewebber]

Johnnie and little Johnnie 🎀

[bradywtf]

he’s fine as shit

screenshots from jake’s $70 pizza full stream

[itsmealaiah]

Change

(close as i could get to a johnnie kissing photo besides jake im sorry 😭)

Summary: when johnnie is too exhausted to be dominant during sex after a long day, you help him instead.

TW: handjob, profanity, AFAB reader, dirty talk, sucking off, head (m rec), p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that 🖤), riding sub johnnie, overstimulation (m rec)

Request: Hiii Could you do a johnnie fic where he's super submissive and needy, also with edging maybe

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1.5k

Johnnie, a short, lanky man, trudged wearily through the door of your shared apartment. His short, dark hair was disheveled, and his normally sharp features were drawn and pale from exhaustion. He'd been editing all day, his mind constantly racing. Now, all he wanted was to relax and unwind, to shed the weight of his responsibilities and be taken care of for once.

As he stepped into the living room, he spotted you, sitting on the couch.

Perfect.

Johnnie let out a long, weary sigh and made his way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a heavy thud. "God, I'm beat," he muttered, stretching his legs out in front of him. He glanced over at you, his expression softening.

You smiled warmly, setting aside the book you'd been reading. "aw babe. How was your day?" You asked, making sure your voice was gentle and soothing.

He sighed again, rubbing his eyes before looking up at you. "It was… intense. I feel like my brain is fried." He yawned widely, revealing his sharp teeth. "I just need some rest and… attention." His voice trailed off, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded understandingly, moving closer to him on the couch. "Well, I'm here for you. Why don't we start with a massage?" You offered, reaching out to gently knead the knots in his shoulders. "That always helps me relax."

Johnnie moaned softly, his muscles relaxing under your skilled hands. "Mm, that feels good…" He let his head fall back, closing his eyes as he reveled in the sensation. "You're so good at this." He breathed out shakily, his cock beginning to stiffen beneath his pants. "You really know how to take care of me."

As your fingers dug deeper, you could feel his body begin to unwind. "Do you want me to keep going?" You asked, leaning closer to him. "Or would you like something else?" You let your hand slip lower, tracing circles around his hardening erection through his clothes.

He let out a soft groan, arching his back. "Yes, please," he murmured, his hips moving involuntarily toward your hand. "I… I could use a little more attention." His voice was breathy and needy. "I'm so tired of being in charge all the time."

You smiled sympathetically, understanding his need for release. "Don't worry," you assured him. "I've got you." With that, you stood up and stripped off your shirt, revealing your toned, muscular chest. You knelt down in front of him, undoing his top and pushing it off his shoulders. His erection sprang free, straining against the fabric of his pants.

You reached down and undid his belt, then slowly pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang out, already leaking precum. You took it in your hand, feeling its weight and heat as you stroked it slowly. "Just relax," you murmured, leaning in to kiss the tip of his cock. "Let me take care of you."

Johnnie moaned, arching his back further into your touch. "God, yes…" he breathed, his hips beginning to move in time with your strokes. "I've been so tense all day… I need this." He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as you continued to stroke him expertly.

You looked up at him, catching his eye. His pupils were dilated, his lips parted in a soft, slack expression of pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked, teasingly.

He shook his head, a groan escaping his lips. "No, keep going…" He gripped the couch cushion beneath him as your strokes became faster and more urgent. "I'm so close…" He gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he came, hot cum spilling over your hand and onto his stomach.

You continued to stroke him, helping him through his orgasm, until he lay panting and spent beneath you. "There you go," you whispered, leaning forward to kiss him tenderly. "That's better." You wiped your hand on the couch cushion, making sure to get all the cum off.

Johnnie smiled weakly, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Thank you… I needed that." He looked down at his semi-hard cock, still twitching slightly. "You really know how to… take care of me."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having helped him relax. "I'm glad I could," you said, moving back to sit beside him on the couch. "But you're still pretty wound up. Maybe we should..try again?." you asked with a wicked grin.

Johnnie's eyes widened, and he let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to overdo it…"

You took his hand in yours and squeezed gently. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're taken care of," you assured him. "And I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." You leaned in closer, kissing him softly on the lips before kissing down to his v line, leaving a trail of kisses.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel his cock harden even more in your hand. You sucked gently at first, teasing him, before increasing the intensity and speed. You let your tongue dance around the head, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips bucked, and he let out a hoarse moan. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling gently as he surrendered to the sensation.

You could feel the heat emanating from his cock as you took him deeper, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He thrust into your mouth, meeting your rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The muscles in his thighs tensed, and his balls drew up tight against his body. You could feel the impending release building inside of him, and you redoubled your efforts, determined to send him over the edge.

With a low growl, he came, pulsing hot cum into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, relishing the taste as he trembled and twitched beneath you. When he finally regained his breath, he looked down at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "holy shit" he began, before trailing off, unable to find the words.

You smiled up at him, your cheeks still flushed from the effort of taking him so deep. "You taste so good," you murmured, running your tongue over your lips. His cock twitched in your hand, still hard. How the fuck was he? Whatever. "you're not done yet. I bet you have a lot more energy to give." You guided his cock into you, sliding up and down, creating a rhythm.

His eyes widened as he looked up at you, and he groaned, thrusting harder. His hands found purchase on your hips, gripping tightly as he began to move in earnest, fucking your pussy with long, hard strokes. You moaned around him, meeting his rhythm, taking him deeper with every thrust. His cock felt impossibly thick inside of you, stretching you to the limit. The friction between your bodies was almost unbearable, but in the best possible way.

As you moved together, you could feel the tension building inside of him again, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You leaned in, kissing him deeply, your tongue dancing with his as he held you close. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly. You arched your back, pressing your nipples against his palms as you rode him harder. The sensation of him filling you, of being so completely stretched by him, was exquisite.

He moaned into your neck, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust harder. His cock seemed to swell inside you, filling every inch of your tight channel. You could feel him building towards his climax, the tension growing with every thrust. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to the edge, to feel him spill his release deep inside you.

You began to rock your hips, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that mirrored his own. You reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit roughly as you felt your own orgasm building. The sensation of him inside you, the friction of your skin against his, was almost too much to bear. You arched your back, crying out his name as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure.

As your orgasm subsided, you felt him lose control, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. His cock throbbed inside you, and with a hoarse cry, he emptied himself, filling you with hot cum. His weight pressed down on you, his breath hot on your neck as he came down from the high. For a moment, you could feel the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsing through your body as well.

You lay there, spent and satisfied, as he caught his breath. His cock twitched inside you, softening but not yet retreating. He rolled off you, onto his back, and pulled you into his arms. You nestled your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "God, I love you," he murmured, his voice still breathless. "you fuck so good." You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.

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