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i want you.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: you and johnnie have been mutually pining for each other for months, and it finally comes to fruition at a party.

cw: angst, fluff, language, alcohol

word count: 2.0k + edited

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author note: so unfortunately i accidentally deleted this request from my inbox, but i have a screenshot of it and will attach it below! i really hope the person who sent the request sees this, so if you're the requester pls comment or message me to let me know you saw it! i hope you all enjoy <3

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You check yourself out in the standing mirror in the corner of your bedroom. Make up fresh, hair done, sporting your favorite black mini skirt and tank top. A little booby, you think. But that’s okay. You’re going to a party tonight, and Johnnie’s picking you up. You wanted to look your best.

You hear your phone ding and you reach down to check it. A message from Johnnie lights up your screen:

J: i’ll be there in five :)

You exhale deeply. Although you and Johnnie had been close friends for months, this was the first time he was driving you to a party. You’d met at a party and clicked instantly. If there was one person in the world you felt the most comfortable opening up to, it was him. You had known from the moment you met him that you were going to end up falling for him. But you’d also known that Johnnie hadn’t been in a relationship in years, and he didn’t seem like a person to fall in love at first sight. So instead of allowing yourself to be hurt, you decided to try to snuff out your feelings and settle for friendship. Because a friendship with Johnnie was better than nothing. And you couldn’t imagine your life without Johnnie in it. Your phone dings again:

J: here!

You take one more deep breath in and walk outside your apartment building to meet Johnnie at his car.

“Hey!” You wave through the rolled-down passenger side window, before opening the door and sliding in next to him.

“Wow,” Johnnie gasps. “You look…”

He trails off, turning to stare straight ahead.

“What? Do I look weird?” You ask, so embarrassed you’re ready to run back inside and change if that’s what he wants.

“No! You look… beautiful.” Johnnie struggles to form his sentence and continues staring at the dashboard. His cheeks take a rosy hue.

“Oh. Thanks,” you respond, looking at your shoes.

He clears his throat, “So… um… you ready to go?”

“Yeah! Um… who’s party did you say this was again?”

“Oh it’s Jake and Tara’s. It’s at our house,” Johnnie smiles toward you.

“Johnnie…” you can’t help but let out a laugh, “Why would you come all the way here to pick me up if it’s at your house??”

“Because, y/n, I happen to enjoy spending time with you. I never thought I was going to have to defend myself for wanting to hang out with one of my best friends, but I guess stranger things happen every day.” he says with a tone of faux sarcasm, adding a loud, dramatic sigh at the end for good measure.

“Oh for fucks sake, Johnnie!” You laugh and swat him on the arm, and he blushes again as he grabs your hand and laughs with you.

You glance down at your hands, your fingers still interlocked. He notices your eyes shift and quickly lets go, clearing his throat again as he grips the steering wheel, “I guess we should go… can’t leave Jake waiting for too long, he gets feisty.” He smirks at you, and you jokingly roll your eyes. In all the time you’d been friends with Johnnie, you'd gotten to witness his and Jake’s dynamic firsthand. It was a sight to behold. If you didn’t believe in platonic soulmates before, you definitely did after meeting the two of them.

“Yes, John. Let’s go.” You had recently made a habit of calling Johnnie “John”. He hated it. That’s why you did it. Playful banter was your favorite form of flirting, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you could swear the nickname made him flustered.

“Oh God not this again,” Johnnie complains.

“You’re never escaping the John nickname! You will always be John to me! Muahahaha!!” You laugh evilly and poke his cheek as he pulls out of your driveway. His cheeks go red and he laughs, he could never truly be mad at you. “I hate you,” he says.

“You love me,” you smirk and bat your eyelashes at him.

He glances at you out of his peripheral vision and smiles, “I know.”

Ten minutes later you arrive at Jake and Johnnie’s house. The ride hadn’t been nearly as awkward as you’d anticipated. In fact, it hadn’t been awkward at all. You don’t know why you had been so worried— you were friends. You cared about each other, and liked spending time with each other. You could always make conversation, whether it be about your days, existential dread, hell, you could even have a conversation about your favorite colors. As long as you were together, you both had fun.

It was already 11 when you arrived, and you hadn’t had anything to drink yet. So when you got into the house with Johnnie, you beelined it toward the alcohol covered island in the middle of the kitchen. Johnnie steps behind the opposite side of the countertop, “What can I get for you tonight, ma’am?”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were the bartender for the party tonight?!” You joke.

“I’m not the bartender for the party, just for you,” he winks, and you feel your cheeks get hot. Was he flirting with you?

“Well in that case… surprise me,” you lean on your elbows and place your head in your palms, giving him the big, toothy grin you knew he couldn’t deny.

“You always know how to get what you want from me, don’t you?” He asks, before pouring you up a dirty Shirley Temple, your favorite. “One Dirty Shirley, extra strong, just the way you like it.”

“You know me so well,” you smile, taking the drink from him and helping yourself to a long gulp. He crosses his fingers and squeezes his eyes shut, dramatically awaiting your review. “Mmm, Johnnie, this is so good.”

He exhales, “Oh thank God. I was honestly just fucking guessing on all the measurements, I have zero clue how much of anything is in a Dirty Shirley.”

You stare at each other for a second, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. You grab his arm as he finishes pouring a drink for himself, “Let’s go dance, c’mon!”

He pauses, looking across the room at a girl. He recognizes her. You wonder who she is, and feel a shot of jealousy course through your veins. Then you feel guilty. He wasn’t yours to be jealous for. “Can we dance in a minute, y/n? I just wanna run to the bathroom real quick,” he asks. But you can tell he’s lying. You drop your hand from his arm. He looks at the space where your hand had rested, and disappointment floods his face for a split second, before he straightens his posture, and makes eye contact with you again.

“Yeah… sure Johnnie,” you walk off to socialize somewhere else, not wanting to be around him when you feel so full of anger for something that doesn’t exist.

He stares at you as you walk away, feeling like he screwed up, but not knowing how to fix it. Instead he walks up to the girl he recognizes.

You watch him from the other side of the party. He looks perfect. With his hair falling into place in front of his eyes, his red button down slightly hanging open, and a strong hand gripping his drink. And he’s smiling at her. He’s laughing. How could he look at her, and laugh, and be so perfect? All you can think to do is down the rest of the drink he’d made you, and walk up to the kitchen island to grab a couple more shots, which required you to walk past Johnnie and the girl.

You hear them laughing again, and you watch as he pulls her into a hug. You turn away, trying to stop the tears from stinging your eyes and ruining your makeup. Upon reaching the island, you bump into someone.

“Oh sorry!” A man’s voice shouts, turning around to greet you, “hey, are you okay?” He asks, catching you frantically wiping tears from your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine!” You say, forcing a smile, “just having a shitty night and I wanna get drunk!”

“Understandable,” he affirms, pouring two shots of rum and handing one to you, clinking his glass to yours, “cheers to shitty nights!”

You laugh, and down the shot with him. “Another?” You tilt your glass towards him, and he pours.

You clink your glass to his again and smile at him. “Cheers!” you say this time, and you both down a second shot. You’re definitely starting to feel buzzed now.

You turn to see Johnnie’s eyes already fixed on yours. He’s not with the girl anymore, and he looks mad. Maybe he’s mad she left, you think to yourself, clenching your jaw and forcing yourself to look away. You can sense his presence disappear, and you turn around to watch him walking upstairs, presumably to his bedroom. He’s glaring down at his feet, refusing to look up.

You’re pissed. What the hell did he have to be angry about? It’s not like he was watching the person he’s in love with flirt with someone else! You’re the only one who should be mad. And you needed to tell him.

“Thanks for cheering me up, you’re sweet,” you say to the kind stranger, and he smiles at you.

“Any time!” He says, before giving you a friendly clap on the shoulder and walking away.

You run up the stairs after Johnnie, knocking on his closed bedroom door. “Johnnie? It’s me. Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

“Fine,” he responds dryly, which pisses you off even more.

You open the door and close it behind you. Turning on your heel to meet his gaze. He’s sitting on his bed, staring at you with his arms crossed. “Better make it quick, I know your boyfriend’s probably waiting downstairs for you.”

“What?!” You yell, “Boyfriend?? I don’t even know the guy. He was just there to cheer me up, unlike you! God forbid I’m just a little upset after you lied to me about going to the bathroom to talk to some random girl!”

“You saw that?” He cringes, a look of guilt washing over his face.

“Yeah and you looked awfully cozied up to her.” You spit out.

“What?! No! Y/n she’s my friend!! A childhood friend, and I didn’t know Jake and Tara invited her! I saw her and wanted to catch up. I shouldn’t have lied to you about it, and honestly I don’t know why I did it. I guess I just didn’t want you to think I was ditching you to hang out with someone else. I’m sorry.”

“Well I was pissed, Johnnie. I was. And I know I shouldn’t care. I have no reason to care. We’re not together. But I do. I do.”

Johnnie stands up and looks at you with understanding. He reaches out with both hands and pulls you towards him, so you’re staring into his eyes. “Say it.”

You scoff and look away, “Say what, Johnnie?”

“You know what.” He pulls your chin towards his face again, and says in a softer, weaker tone, “Say it… please.”

You gaze up at him, the words are on the tip of your tongue, “I don’t want anyone else. I only want YOU.”

“Then fucking have me.”

He closes the gap between your mouths in the most desperate, messy kiss you’ve ever had. It was as if he’d been waiting for your entire friendship, and everything he’d done during that time led up to this exact moment. You understood then that he’d always wanted you. The feeling was always mutual. And it always would be.

He pulls away just to breathlessly say, "I've loved you since the day we met.”

He continues kissing you, quicker now, giving you longer, full kisses on the lips, followed by quicker pecks all over your cheeks and jawline.

“So have I,” you let out, grasping his face in both your hands and pulling it back up to lock eyes with him. “It’s always been you, Johnnie.”

He smiles and kisses you again, except this time you can’t help from smiling against his mouth, and neither can he.

He breathes out, relieved, “Finally.”

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sh4wty18 · 4 days

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can you write for carrington

sure i can! send me a request and i’ll work on it :)

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sh4wty18 · 5 days

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forever is the sweetest con.

inspired by 'cowboy like me' by taylor swift.

pairing: jake webber x reader. cowboy!jake x bartender!reader

summary: it is july, 1895, and you own a saloon in southern texas. jake is known as 'the bandit', one of the most infamous cowboys in the south. one night the bandit pays a visit to your bar... and changes your life.

cw: au, angst, SMUT18+, fluff, alcohol, fingering, oral (fem!rec), p in v

word count: 5.0k + edited (it's long but so worth it i promise)

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Your bedroom was hot, as expected for the middle of July in southern Texas. You left all the windows open during the daytime, closing them at night when it got cooler, to try and trap the cold air inside the saloon. You lived above the bar, on the second floor. You were the only female saloon owner in town. Hell, you were probably the only female bartender in the state. Owning your own saloon was an entirely different story. But you had done it. When your father had died three years ago, you were his only successor, so naturally he left all his money to you. You decided to use a chunk of that money to purchase a lease on a two story, run-down building in the middle of town, just a few steps from the local bank and the town square. You had spent a bit more of that money renovating the building, fixing yourself a perfect home on the top floor and your business on the ground floor.

The actual saloon looked exactly how you’d dreamed as a child. It had a long, mahogany bar, with matching wooden stools. Behind the bar, shelves and shelves of expensive liquors lined the wall. There was a grand fireplace on the wall opposite the entrance, which you mostly used for decoration, considering the climate where you lived. Photographs of you and your family decorated the mantle, from different points in your life, a constant reminder of the love you’d lost, but also the love you’d once had. Dark wooden table and chair sets were placed meticulously across the floor to leave a bit of room for a dance floor. Next to the dance floor, perched against the back wall, was a beautiful piano, passed down through your family line for generations. The crisp white linen curtains lining the open window panes were always blowing.

You were proud of what you had created, and you were doing well for yourself. People in town did not seem to mind that the saloon was owned and operated by a woman. In fact, your bar was the one place in town people came to have fun. When the night was busy– piano playing, saloon girls gracefully serving customers while providing entertainment through song and dance, and you pouring up drinks and offering conversation– you knew there was nowhere you’d rather be. Of course, you wondered what it would be like to travel around the country, stopping wherever you please, meeting new people with stories you couldn’t even begin to imagine. But that was just a dream, and a crazy one at that. You had already accomplished more in your life than most other women you knew, which was sad but true. What you had was enough, right?

There isn’t time for existential crises now, you think to yourself, as you adjust your outfit for the day in your vanity. You button your light blue blouse up tight, and tuck it into your layered skirt, with a pair of heeled boots. You did not enjoy the feeling of being constrained in your clothing– men could wear pantaloons with only one shirt and waistcoat or jacket, and no one would bat an eye. But the second a woman wore a dress with less than seemingly a hundred layers, it caused a commotion. You found ways to keep your independence though, such as by not wearing undergarments. They were useless, you determined. Their sole purpose was to further imprison women in their own bodies. If men didn’t have to, why should you?

You attempted to fix your unkempt low bun, but it was no use. You allowed a few curly strands to fall by your ears, and started downstairs to open the bar for the afternoon. Every day of the week except Sundays, you opened the bar at 3 pm sharp, and closed at around 12 am. This of course depended on when all the customers actually left their chairs. They usually left in a drunken haze, slurring their goodbyes to each other and you, and exited into the night. Sometimes you didn’t lock up until 1:30. It was hard work, but after paying your employees, and rationing out money for taxes and utility costs, you were still left with a decent sum of money for yourself.

You stepped into the bar, basking in the afternoon sun, and immediately went to the front to open the windows and unlock the front door, swinging it open and keeping it in place with a rock from outside. You swept up the floors a bit, and wiped down the bar and tables with a wet rag. It wasn’t long before the men, and even a few women came flooding in, ordering drinks. Light chatter filled the room as more customers arrived.

Your two saloon girls and pianist arrived around 6 pm, ready to work for the rest of the night as it got busier. You were cleaning some glasses at the sink, as the sun slowly began to set outside, when you suddenly heard the entire saloon go quiet. Odd, you thought, and turned around to observe what was happening. You saw a man standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the pistol hanging from his hip, the other on his hat, which he tipped toward the gawkers. He had a cigarette between his teeth, which he placed between his pointer and middle fingers, taking a deep inhale, looking around at the people surrounding him. The setting sun shone directly on him, and you couldn’t quite make out who he was. He walked toward the bar as he exhaled, smiling directly at you. You had to stop your jaw from going slack as you realized who he was.

“It’s The Bandit,” a voice in the corner of the saloon squeaked. And it was. The Bandit was the most well known cowboy in the south. He was an outlaw, infamous for committing intense burglary. He robbed banks, and was quick to take out any government official who got in his way. He didn’t pocket the money though, despite what the rumors had said. No. Instead, he gave the money to people in need. Families, orphanages, the poor, the marginalized. He took care of people in need, and eliminated anyone who tried to stop him. In a way, (a more violent way, albeit), he was like God.

The Bandit stepped slowly towards you, one strong hand still lingering over his pistol. He was incredibly handsome, with shaggy brown, shoulder-length hair, amber eyes, and a chiseled face. He wore a cream-colored button down, paired with a loose red bandana, dark brown pants, and knee high boots, with his holster wrapped snugly around his hips. You hated the way you could feel the heat growing between your legs. To everyone else he was nothing more than a criminal. Everybody knew if The Bandit ever made it to your town, you kept your head down, did what he said, and didn’t ask questions. They were scared of him, but not you. You admired him. The government was corrupt, and had been oppressing people for as long as it existed. Was he wrong for wanting to help the oppressed, even if he was getting his revenge on the oppressors while doing it? You didn’t think so.

He took a seat at the bar, directly in front of you, taking another long inhale of his cigarette, as if he was waiting for you to initiate conversation.

“What can I do for you tonight, sir?” you asked, smiling, as everyone else in the saloon stared at you like you were crazy.

“Whiskey– neat,” he said, the corners of his mouth upturning at your gaze. You poured him a double and slid the glass across the bar to him.

“Here,” you say, “On the house.”

“Why thank you, darlin’,” his southern drawl is not helping your attraction to him, if anything, it’s making you want him more.

“Of course!” you respond cordially. His rough hand grips the glass and he sips the whiskey. You watch.

He swallows, “This may be the best god-damned whiskey I’ve ever had. Who’s your owner? I'd like to pay him a compliment.”

“You’re lookin’ at her,” you smile.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he says, genuine shock taking over his face. Not in a bad way, but out of respect for you. “Well, you heard me, ma’am. This whiskey is great. Could I buy a bottle?” He places three bits on the bar and slides them over to you.

“Certainly,” you reply, “But whiskey is only two bits for a bottle.”

“Keep the change,” he winks, and you smile. You grab a bottle off the shelf and hand it to him. “Have a drink with me?” he asks.

You laugh, “Sir, I can’t drink on the job. It’s unprofessional.”

“You’re the owner. You can do whatever you damn well please.”

He was right. You’d never really thought about it that way. You feel your face flush, never one to be comfortable getting corrected by a man. This time, you decided it was okay. You grab another glass off the countertop, along with a corkscrew. You bite your lip as you watch his muscles tighten as his bicep puts in the work to twist the cork out of the bottle. He pours a shot for himself, and one for you. “Cheers,” he says, “To the first female saloon owner in the south!”

You laugh and clink your glass, downing the shot. “I don’t know if I’m the only one in the south–”

“Don’t be humble,” he cuts you off, “You should be nothing but proud of yourself. You’re incredible.”

“Well… thank you,” you say, not really sure what else you could say. You were shocked. He wasn’t the monster everyone had made him out to be. He was kind.

You tend to the few customers left in the bar for the rest of the night, most of them had snuck out when The Bandit entered, leaving coins on the table to cover their drinks. By 11:30, the only people remaining in the bar were you, the pianist, and The Bandit, who had now removed his holster and placed it on the bar next to his glass. You had sent the saloon girls home a few minutes prior, since the whole place was practically empty, and the pianist had fallen asleep, slumped over the keys. The only remaining light came from the soft glow of the oil lamps scattered around the saloon.

“You’ve been watching me all night,” it’s a statement, not a question. He’d noticed your wandering eyes always falling back on him. Embarrassing.

“What makes you say that?” you ask as you turn around to face him, elbows resting on the bar, leaning toward him.

He smirks, “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been staring at me all night. I’ve been waiting to get you alone, to talk to you.”

“About what?” you ask, returning his mischievous smirk.

“Anything,” he says, pouring you both another shot. “Tell me your name. Tell me how you knew you wanted to open a bar.”

You down the shot in one gulp with him, thinking briefly of your answer. “My name is y/n,” you start, “I always knew I didn’t think the same as most people. I didn’t want to be chained to a husband and kids. I didn’t want my money to belong to anyone else but me. And I hate the government for what they’ve done to us. All of us. Women, people of color, poor people. It’s sick. Why are we treated as lesser humans, just because we weren’t born white men? So when I was twelve I decided I wasn’t going to follow the path everyone had already paved for me. I was going to make my own life. I used to visit my grandfather’s saloon all the time when I was younger, a couple hours away from here by foot. When my dad died, the first thing I thought to do with the money he’d left me was put it towards my dream. To be the owner of something, to make all the decisions, to lead. And that’s what I did.”

The Bandit listened intently, hanging on every word, taking you in. His gaze softened on you as you talked, like you were slowly winning him over even more as you explained your story. He poured himself another shot, and tilted the bottle toward you, “Want another?”

“I think I can handle one more drink tonight,” you smile, feeling light and giggly from the whiskey you’d already had. He smiled across the bar at you and handed you your glass, his fingers brushing against yours as you took it.

You felt the heat radiating from your core again, so you decide to continue the conversation, lest you do something you might regret, “And you? How did you get here?”

He laughs, a hearty, full laugh, “How did I become the biggest outlaw in the south, you mean?”

You blush, embarrassed, and nod, sipping on the whiskey in your glass.

“Well,” he starts, “I guess my story’s a bit similar to yours. I was sick of the government taking advantage of people. I wanted to do something about it. So I did. Everyone thinks I’m some villain, but can I tell you a secret?” he leans towards you, lifting a hand to cup around your ear, “I’ve never even killed anyone. Those are just rumors that’ve spread about me over the years, and I never stopped ‘em. Having everyone fear me made it easier to get away with the robberies. That way, I could help more people.”

You gasp, but it quickly turns into a laugh, “Why are you telling me this? I could ruin you.”

“You won’t,” he says. “We’re too similar. Betraying me would be like betraying everything you stand for.”

You hated how well he could read you, even barely knowing you. “You’re right.” you laugh again, and this time, he joins you. His fingers dance over your arm, “Dance with me,” he says.

“Dancin’ is a dangerous game,” you reply, and he grabs your arm softly, pulling you toward him.

“And what’s stopping me from climbing over this bar and worshiping you right now?” he breathes against your ear, “I saw how you were looking at me tonight. The feeling’s mutual, honey.”

The hair on the back of your neck stands, and goosebumps prickle your arms. You walk out from behind the bar and shout, “Tommy, play us a song!” the pianist wakes suddenly, plucking out a slow tune on the keys.

The Bandit takes you in his arms. One hand resting on your lower waist, the other intertwined with yours. Your free hand holds the back of his neck. He’s taller than you’d expected, you think, as he gazes down at you. You sway to the rhythm Tommy plays, moving in slow, graceful circles around the dance floor.

“Will you stay here forever?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say. It’s the truth. You have been questioning your life to an insane degree recently. You always thought owning your own business and being able to have control in something, was all you needed. Now after meeting The Bandit– someone you’d admired for so long, both for his values and his free-spirit– you were beginning to wonder if owning a business was even scratching the surface of the life you wanted. “Where are you headed after this sleepy old town? I know you never stay in one place for too long.”

“I’m headed out west to the Sierra Nevada, Yosemite. Got some friends out there. I might settle there for a little while. Give life on the road a rest, you know? No one’s comin’ for me. They never have. Too afraid of me to risk it,” he smiles down at you, leans in and whispers in your ear, “You’re the first person who’s got me even the slightest bit close to changin’ my mind about leavin’ here.”

You feel your cheeks flush, as they often had this evening, and you look away, trying your best to hide the grin forming on your face. He does the same, grinning at the wall instead of you.

“Oh my God… have I got The Bandit himself flustered?” you tease, cheeky glint in your eyes as you stare up at him.

He leans in to whisper again, “You’ve got me more than flustered, love.” He pulls your body closer to his, so you’re pressed firmly against each other, and you can feel his erection pressing against your pelvis.

Your breath catches, and he smirks down at you, clearly relishing in his ability to make you nervous. “Tommy, you can leave,” you interrupt his playing, “Have a good night.”

He stands and carefully closes the fallboard, collects his belongings, and walks toward the exit, “You as well, Ma’am,” he responds. You kick the rock holding the door in place, so the door closes and you can lock up.

You turn back to face The Bandit, who struts toward you confidently, placing a hand on your back to guide you against the bar. He moves his hand down your back and rests it just above your ass, while his other hand holds your cheek and gently traces circles into it. Your arms reach to wrap around his neck and pull him closer. He hesitates for a second, knowing that whatever he does next will permanently alter both of your lives. The risk must have been worth it, because he slowly presses his lips to yours. They are soft, which surprises you. How does the most infamous cowboy in the south also have the softest lips you’d ever felt? Everything you learned about him made you want him more, and the kiss quickly turned from gentle to hungry. He squeezed your ass roughly, and pressed you harder into the bar. Saliva coats both your lips as he gets messier, eventually moving to kiss down your chin and nestle his face in the crook of your neck, sucking hard.

You let out a gasp and breathlessly say, “I bet you do this with every girl you meet on the road.”

He breaks away for the briefest second, “No,” he continues marking you, leaving bright reddish purple bruises in any spot he can reach, “Just you.”

“I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into my bar,” you manage to breathe out as he moves back up to continue kissing your lips. He bites your bottom lip softly, pulling away to look down at you.

“So have I,” he says, “I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

He flips you around so your tummy is pressed against the bar now, one hand firm on your arm, steadying you, as the other moves the layers of fabric up your thigh, and his fingers brush against your slick. Suddenly you feel even more grateful that you chose not to wear undergarments.

“You’re ready for me,” he whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He begins slowly massaging your clit, while the hand that was holding your arm snakes up your neck and squeezes lightly. “This alright?” he asks.

A gentleman, too, you think. But you can’t manage a snarky reply, so instead you nod, arching your back into him, and say “Harder.”

His head still sits on your shoulder, and he turns slightly to make eye contact with you, “Of course, princess,” he tightens his grip around your neck a bit, his fingers working quicker and rougher too, and you let out a moan. He moves his hand from your neck to cover your mouth, “Can’t let the town know you're brushing with The Bandit now, can we?” you reach up to move his hand away, “Let them hear,” you sigh, and turn your head to messily kiss him, moaning loudly as his touch gets more intense, and you feel the band in your core stretching.

Before it can snap he removes his hand from under your skirt, and flips you back around again, lifting you up and setting you down on the countertop. He continues kissing you desperately, wildly, like sharing oxygen with you is all he needs to survive. “I want to taste you. Please let me taste you,” he begs, hand grasping the side of your face again.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you affirm. He smiles and kisses you again, as you unbutton your blouse and yank it out from your skirt. He wraps a hand around your waist and slowly kneels down, kissing your chest and breasts and stomach, stopping once he arrives at your pelvis. He grabs the layers of your skirt and pushes them up, burying his face between your thighs, quickly returning to work, this time with his tongue. He sucks at your most sensitive areas, giving you no time to readjust to the new sensation. You moan loudly, feeling the fire in your lower stomach reignite. You run a hand through his perfect hair, silently letting him know he’s doing a good job. He smiles against your skin, eyes gazing up at you to watch your face contort with the motion of his mouth. He holds your thighs further apart, allowing himself a better angle. The stimulation is so intense now, you can’t help but shakily gasp.

He keeps his pace and angle exactly the same, knowing you’d reach your peak soon. It only takes ten more seconds before the band finally snaps, and you cry out, arching your back to ride your high for as long as possible. He kisses your inner thighs, and then comes up to kiss your lips. You can taste yourself in his mouth, which somehow makes you even more eager to get him upstairs and in your bed.

You cup his cheek, still breathless, and whisper, “I want you inside me.”

He lets out a choked sigh as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his groin against yours to feel his erection again. “I’ve never needed anything more,” he replies, and picks you up, “Where to, miss?”

“Upstairs, first door on the left,” you begin kissing his neck now, returning his favor from earlier. You suck below his ear, finding a particularly sensitive spot, and he whimpers as he carries you up the steps and into your bedroom. He gently places you on your bed, and begins undressing. You watch him, eyes wandering down his bare torso. In the moonlight, you can see every ripple of muscle under his skin. “You’re beautiful,” you say as he takes his pants and boots off, leaving himself completely naked.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he responds. You can’t help staring at his length, the tip already dripping.

“Looks like you’re the one who's ready for me now, huh?” you manage to smirk this time, ego boosted by your ability to put a man in this state.

He smiles down at you as he sits down on the edge of your bed next to you, helping you remove your shirt and skirt, leaving you bare as well. He kisses you again, taking you back as hungrily as he’d left off downstairs, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in.

“Ride me,” he breathes out against your mouth.

“What?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Sit on my lap and ride me,” he brushes his nose against yours desperately, “I want you to be in control.”

“I’ve never done it like this before,” you say as he messily kisses down your neck again.

“I can help you,” he replies, pulling your body onto his lap, one knee resting on either side of his waist, so your torsos are pressed together. He holds the bottom half of his shaft in place as he slowly sinks into you. You hold on tight to his shoulders for support, until he's all the way inside. His head falls back and he lets out a groan as you start rocking back and forth. He continues sloppily kissing you, leaving more purple marks anywhere his mouth lands.

It feels different than any other sex you’ve had. Of course, you have had your fair share of run-ins with men. Customers, friends, nemeses, but it had never been like this. The men had never wanted you in control, they simply took what they wanted without a care in the world. You used to think that was what sex was– fun but never satisfying. You thought the only pleasure you’d receive would be from your own hand, until tonight. For once, a man had actually put you first. He wanted to make you feel good. Making you feel good made him feel good. And you wanted more.

You’re still rocking back and forth, using all your core and thigh strength to move up and down a little, but it’s not enough.

He must sense your need for more, because he places both of his hands roughly on your hips, lifting you up a few inches and then yanking you back down harder, bucking his hips forward to get as deep as possible.

He moans loudly, eyes rolling back as he repeats the motion over and over, willing you to the edge. You grip the back of his neck with your hands, interlocking your fingers and pulling his head towards yours. Your foreheads press together and you can’t keep your eyes off each other as you both let out breathy moans and pants.

“You’re perfect,” he whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” is all you can muster. So he goes faster, and his strength is quite possibly the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. He lifts you up and down like you weigh nothing, pounding into you while keeping you in the position of dominance. He’d clearly been paying attention to which angles make you moan the loudest, so he can hit them again. And again. And again. Until you’re falling apart on top of him.

You finally cry out, body shaking, but he doesn’t let up. Knowing he’s made you finish twice tonight has almost pushed him over the edge as well. “Where do you want me?” he asks through strained groans.

“Anywhere,” you gasp at the overstimulation.

“Wrap your legs around me tight, darlin’,” he moves his arms up your back, holding you close, and flips you both over so he’s on top of you, resting his weight on his hands. He thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out, white liquid coating your stomach. He collapses on top of you with a final moan, and holds your face in his hand, kissing you softly.

“Let me clean you up,” he offers, kissing your forehead and standing up to find the nearest towel.

“I have clean rags in the top drawer of my vanity.”

He finds one and wets it in the water basin next to your vanity, bringing it back over to the bed and gently wiping up the liquid on both your bodies before tossing the rag on the floor and climbing back into bed with you. He leans against your pillows and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body close, while you drape your arm around his waist. He looks down to meet your gaze, and you stare up at him.

“I will never forget this night,” he says, and kisses your lips for the last time.

You know that was his goodbye, but you don’t want to think about it, so instead you rest your head against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.

“Goodnight,” you say. But he’s already drifted off.

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The next morning, your eyes flutter open to the sun beating down on you, and an empty space where The Bandit once slept. You were expecting this, he’s an outlaw after all. What you weren’t expecting was a letter on the pillow next to you, with your name written on the envelope in his neat, loopy, cursive handwriting.

You carefully rip open the envelope to find a stack of crisp fifty dollar bills, enough to provide for you for the next few years. With them, a folded piece of paper. You pull out the letter and open it, your eyes eager to take in whatever he’s left you. It reads:

“My dearest y/n,

I deeply apologize for cutting our time short, but I must return to the road. I fear I may have already overstayed my welcome here, and my friends await my arrival in California. I want you to know that you have captured my heart and left me utterly bewitched. You’re a bandit like me, you know. In your own way. Keep fighting, keep resisting. It is the people like us who ignite change in this world.

I am leaving you with what I suppose is enough money for you to either travel around the country or put into savings for a rainy day. Are you completely certain this stagnant life is enough for you? If you ever decide it not to be, you know where to find me. I hope to see you again one day, I will wait for you.

Yours, and yours alone,

Jake”

Jake. He told you his real name. He told you he was yours. No man had ever done something so romantic for you before. You held the letter to your chest, tearing up, and wishing he hadn’t left, even though you knew he couldn’t stay. He needed that life, constant movement, action, and adventure. You were starting to think you wanted that too.

After getting ready for the day, you head downstairs, eyeing the spot on the bar where just last night you’d been brushing with one of the most infamous criminals in the country. Except he wasn’t a criminal. He was kind and intelligent and flirtatious, and he was yours. And he was waiting for you. You gaze out the window with longing, only to notice that across the street, the bank window was shattered, and police were gathered outside. It had been robbed. You chuckle, the corners of your mouth upturned.

You wonder what the weather's like in Yosemite. You’ll find out soon enough.

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this took several days to complete, but i love it. as always, i hope you all enjoyed! <3 likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! should i write a part 2?

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helloo, how are you? 💞 can I request a fic about johnnie that's inspired by this video? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCLddwV/

sure! (the tiktok shows johnnie walking through a crowd of people with text that says it's giving "boyfriend leading you through the crowd at a party")

party.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: johnnie finds you at a party and leads you through the crowd to dance.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 753 words + edited

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“Babe, where are you?” you shout into your phone with your free hand plugging your ear. The party is extremely packed, with people practically shoulder to shoulder. You’re calling your boyfriend, Johnnie, to see if he’s almost arrived. He had said he was going to be there twenty minutes ago, and he still hasn't arrived. You were starting to get pissed off.

“I promise I’m on my way! The traffic sucks dick and we’ve been in a stand still for the last ten minutes. I’ll be there soon, y/n,” Johnnie responds.

You huff out an annoyed sigh, getting fed up with waiting when you’re all alone in the corner. Hiding from hoards of people was not your idea of a fun night, even with liquid courage.

“Okay… I’m in the back corner, there’s too many people here. I’m not moving ‘til you get here.” you say sternly, trying your best not to be mad at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m going as fast as I can, I swear,” Johnnie says, attempting to comfort you.

“I know. I’m sorry, Johnnie. I’m not mad at you, I know you can’t control the traffic. I just miss you and you know I hate big crowds. I need you here with me to bring me out of my shell!” you say. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. It’s getting too loud to stay on the phone any longer.”

“Bye, baby. I’ll be there soon!” he responds. You hang up and look around the crowded party. Everyone you know is here, plus everyone invited at least three of their friends. Surely this is one of the biggest parties of the year. You looked around for familiar faces, Jake, Tara, Carrington, but you couldn’t find anyone.

After five more minutes of lingering in the corner, trying not to focus on how loud it was and how many people were surrounding you, you look up to see Johnnie walking toward you. He’s parting the crowd with ease, he always seems to catch eyes wherever he goes. He didn’t even realize it, you don’t think, but people were always staring at him. You knew he was attractive, but you didn’t realize until after you had started dating just how popular he was in LA. Any time you went to a party with him, you had no trouble working your way through crowds. He just had a way of making people move for him, usually to get a better look.

His eyes meet yours in the crowd and he instantly lights up. He quickly walks to greet you, placing his hands on either side of your waist and gently pressing your back into the wall behind you, kissing you hello.

You wrap your hands around his neck and return the kiss, smiling up at him as he pulls away, “Hi, baby,” he says softly in your ear.

“Hi, love,” you reply. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t apologize! You’re here now, and that’s all that matters!” you kiss him again and pull his body closer to yours as he moves his hands down to gently squeeze your ass.

“You look amazing tonight! Well you always look perfect but you look even perfecter tonight,” Johnnie shouts over the loud song that’s echoing throughout the building.

You laugh, “Awww, thanks baby!”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t constantly shower you with compliments and worship the ground you walk on?!” he asks teasingly, but you know deep down he isn’t joking. “Wanna go dance?”

“I would love to go dance with my super hot, amazing boyfriend,” you say, which causes him to blush.

Johnnie interlocks one of his hands with yours, fingers intertwining, and leads you through the crowd to the dance floor. He looks back every couple seconds to make sure you’re okay, giving you little grins and winks each time, which you relish. He’s so cute. You often wonder how you got so lucky.

Once you’re at the dance floor, Johnnie twirls you and pulls your body against his again, still holding your hand from before, but placing his other hand on your lower back. You grind your hips into his and sway your bodies side to side to the rhythm of the music. He leans in close to you, so your foreheads are almost touching.

“I love you!” he shouts.

“I love you more,” you add.

“I love you most,” he finishes, and closes the gap between your lips again.

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short but cute! i hope you all enjoyed <3

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sh4wty18 · 8 days

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masterlist!

* indicates smut

jake webber:

tiktok pt. 1 for you, it's worth it.* girlfriend. crush. forever is the sweetest con.*

johnnie guilbert:

makeup. rough day. party. i want you.

#sh4wty18 #fanfic #masterlist #fic masterlist #original one shot

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Jake Webber x reader you move in with him and Johnnie and you guys are all besties Jake has like a huge crush on you and always is just following you around like a puppy

i love this idea <3

crush.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: same as the request with a twist! (reader has a crush too!)

cw: fluff, language, oblivious!jake x oblivious!reader

word count: 1.4k + edited

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“I think that’s the last of it!” you shout up the stairs to Jake and Johnnie as you drag your final box of belongings through the front door. You were finally moving in with them after nearly a year of friendship. You’d all hung out so often, had so many sleepovers, and filmed so many videos that the three of you came to the conclusion that it’d be easier for you to just move in.

“Yay!” you hear a voice shout down in response, a voice that could only belong to Jake. He was so excited for you to move in, it was all he’d been talking about since you pitched the idea to them a month ago. Of course, Johnnie was excited too, but Jake was the one who had set up a group countdown, made a shared Google Calendar, and began preemptively decorating your bedroom with things he knew you liked. You’d told him he didn’t have to do all that, but he insisted.

Jake runs down the steps, grinning wide, and Johnnie follows behind, with a softer smile. Jake wraps you in his arms, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, “My best friend is finally moving in!!”

“Hey, I thought I was your best friend,” Johnnie teases, pouting.

“You’re both my best friends,” Jake replies, pulling Johnnie in too so you’re all in a smooshed group hug.

“I love you guys so much,” you say, and it’s true. Sure, you’d only been friends with them for a year, but you have genuinely never felt more connected to two people. When you met for the first time at a random bar in LA, you three hit it off. It only took one night and you were instantly attached at the hip. Soon you were filming with them, their fans became your fans (which you’d never had before), and life was good. You couldn’t recall two other people you’d ever felt such an unbreakable bond with, such pure unbridled love for, who you would do anything for. And you knew they both felt the same.

Platonic love is a strange thing. You can want all of somebody, all their flaws, all their likes and dislikes, everything, without ever wanting more than that. Knowing them is enough. That’s how it started with you three. Unconstrained platonic love for one another that was incredibly evident to everyone who interacted with you.

One day somewhere along the line, though, things had changed for you. Towards one of them, at least. Johnnie had always been like your brother, and that’s how it would stay. You loved him more than most people on the planet, but purely platonically.

Jake… Jake was different. You had never intended for it to happen. You swore your relationship was strictly platonic. But a few months ago, you realized that you never got nauseous when Johnnie hugged you, whispered a joke in your ear when a stranger did something funny in public, or cuddled with you on the couch. When Jake did those things, you felt more than a little nervous.

These feelings were what prolonged your moving in. Did you really want to risk living with someone you had feelings for? Did you really want to risk losing him as your best friend? In the end, you decided you could separate your romantic and platonic feelings for him, right? Because having him in your life, having him as your best friend, was more important than a silly crush.

Now, you were sandwiched between your two best friends, freshly moved in to live with them for the next however-many months, or years, and it’s not that you weren’t excited. You definitely were. You were just a little scared too.

Jake piped up, “I love you more,” and kissed your forehead. You felt your heart skip a beat. You and Jake had been giving each other little kisses for months. Cheeks, forehead, hands… anywhere but your lips, really. Johnnie wasn’t one for that level of physical affection, so it stays between you and Jake. It’s your thing. Only recently, it’s been harder and harder to act like you’re not on the verge of blushing every time he does it. Jake separates himself from you and Johnnie, “Can I help you unpack, y/n?” he asks.

“Ugh, Jake, you’re so good to me,” you sigh, dramatically placing a hand on your heart. He follows you upstairs, carrying the last of your boxes for you as you enter your new bedroom for the first time. You let out a gasp as you cross the threshold, “Jake… this is so fucking cool.” String lights draped across the back wall, posters from all your favorite artists lined the wall next to your bed, and your desk was fully set up with a new PC and rolling office chair.

“Yeah… I may have gone a little overboard,” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“You really didn’t have to do all this! Did you… buy me a new computer?” you stare at him, shocked.

“Maybe?” he giggles, “I wanted to give you a housewarming gift!”

“Jake, that must’ve been so expensive! Let me know how much it was and I can pay you back!”

“No, y/n! I wanted to, I promise,” he steps towards you and pulls you into another tight hug, your bodies swaying together. He looks down at you and smiles, that toothy grin he knows you love. You kiss his nose, smiling up at him in return, “You’re actually the best person I’ve ever met.” you say.

“No, you,” Jake counters, cheeks going red. Was he… flustered? After a few more seconds of prolonged eye contact, he clears his throat and pulls away from you, “Okay! Let’s get this room set the fuck up!!” he chants, attempting to hype you up for the hours of unpacking ahead. You never expected either of your best friends to help you unpack, but of course Jake offered. He was just like that. He would do whatever it took to make your life easier. Johnnie had to leave to shoot a music video, so he couldn’t help anyway, but you weren’t upset about getting a little alone time with Jake.

You moved out into the hallway, where the majority of your boxes sat, and Jake followed close behind you. “Hmm… I think I wanna start with these,” you say, motioning toward a stack of boxes a few feet in front of you. Jake quickly moves to pick them up, well, he tries to pick them up, he only manages to carry two at a time. He carries them into your bedroom and places them on the ground, careful not to break anything fragile inside.

You laugh, “You don’t have to carry everything in for me, you know.”

“But I want to,” he gazes at you, giving you his best pout. “I don’t want my girl to have to lift a finger,” he points at you, grinning.

You feel your cheeks flush, his girl. You avert your eyes and smile, “Okay then, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

He gazes at you, “Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.”

He walks up to you and holds your face in both hands, planting a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your mouth. It was just a peck, but your heart still leaps out of your chest, and your stomach tied in knots.

You look up at him, surprised, and he just smiles down at you, blushing, and lets out a breathy laugh. “Let’s get to work!”

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Three hours later

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You’re finally finished unpacking, Jake admittedly did most of it, not at your request, but at his insistence. He follows you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, “I’m not sure if we have anything for a full meal, but I can buy us something. What’re you feeling, love?”

Love? He’d never called you love before, you note. “You don’t have to buy me anything, Jake. I can pay for myself,” you smile.

“You’re finally moved in, I wanna spoil you! Trust me, if I didn’t want to spend my money on you, I wouldn’t have offered,” he slings an arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head. You turn your head to meet his gaze, noses so close they’re almost touching. He blushes again.

If his feelings for you are mutual… living with your two best friends just got a whole lot more interesting.

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this was so fun to write i love writing fluff!

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

#sh4wty18 #jake webber #jake webber x reader #jake webber x you #one shot #original one shot #fluff #jake webber fic #jake webber fluff #jake x reader #original fiction #fluffy one shot

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rough day.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: johnnie has a bad day and you comfort him.

cw: fluff, language, suggestive but nothing major

word count: 1.1k + edited

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You knock on Johnnie and Jake’s front door anxiously, staring down to re-read Johnnie’s most recent text over and over:

J: please come over.

Y/N: please come over? johnnie we’re dating, you don’t have to be so formal when you want to have sex lmaooo

You had answered him, but never received a reply. You read it at 4:48 pm. He read your reply at 5:01. No response. Not even an “lol”. Johnnie always replied to your texts immediately– he’s head-over-heels and everyone knows it. So when he doesn’t respond, you know for a fact something is wrong.

Jake answers the door then, causing you to jolt, startled. “Hey, is Johnnie here?” you ask immediately.

“Woah, it’s good to see you too?” Jake teases, clearly oblivious to any issue Johnnie was having, “Yeah, he’s here, in his room. You’re his girlfriend but don’t constantly know his location? Damn, someone doesn’t care about their relationship!” He makes a fake judging expression that can only be described as “yikes!”, and tugged on his shirt collar while pointing at you with his other thumb. He was joking, of course, but you weren’t particularly in the mood right now.

“Jake this is fucking serious. I’m going upstairs,” you push past him and run inside, hearing the front door close as you jog up the staircase to knock on Johnnie’s bedroom door.

“Hey baby, it’s me,” you say gently. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Johnnie replies, barely audible.

You open Johnnie’s bedroom door to find him laying in bed, buried deep under the comforter, with only the setting sun shining through the curtains to light the room. You close the door, take off your shoes and pants (for comfort), and walk over to Johnnie’s bed to crawl in with him. He stretches out of his curled position, and turns toward you, cheeks flushed and tear-stained.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You lay next to him and pull his waist towards you, indicating to him to lay on top of you. You wrap your arms around each other and he rests his full body weight on you.

“I don’t know. I have nothing to be upset about. I’m famous, I’m wealthy, I have amazing friends, amazing family, and I’ve found the love of my life at twenty six. I am so fucking privileged and lucky, and yet I still feel like shit all the time. Why can’t I just feel fucking normal?” He sobs at the end of the question, and tucks his face into your chest, crying quietly onto you.

You don’t quite know what to say in response. So instead of offering unhelpful advice, you run one hand through his hair, pulling him firmly against your chest, as if holding him tighter would somehow transfer his pain to you. You kiss his head and whisper, “I love you,” over and over again until you hear his breathing slow, and feel his body go limp against yours. He needed to rest. Eventually, you feel yourself drifting off as well. You know that when you both wake up, you’ll both be in a better headspace to discuss the situation.

–

Two hours later you begin to regain consciousness. Somehow as you slept, your positions reversed, and now Johnnie was laying on his back with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. Your head rests in the crook of his neck, and your arm is draped over his stomach. You squeeze him lightly, and lean to kiss his nose softly. His eyes flutter open slowly, and he gives you a small smile.

“Hi, beautiful,” he says, blue eyes meeting yours.

“Hi, pretty boy,” you respond, “Are you feeling any better post-nap?”

He lets out a giggle, and presses his lips gently to yours, “I feel better now that you’re here. I’m sorry I sent you that cryptic ass message with no response. That was shitty. I knew you’d be worried but I still couldn’t bring myself to reply. It was like I was stuck. I couldn’t move out of my covers until you got here. I was frozen, and all I could do was think about how fucking sad I feel right now, and also how fucking stupid I am for feeling shitty when I’m literally one of the most privileged people of all time.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. Sure, you’re privileged, but you recognize that, and you’re grateful. You’re still allowed to be sad, even with privilege. You can’t help how you feel, you’re human. And you’ve been famous for a decade! Most of your youth was spent online!! That’s fucked! You deserve to feel all these emotions! Not that I want you to be sad. I only ever wanna see you smiling. And I wish there was something I could do. I wish I could just take all your pain away forever. You are the best person I know, Johnnie. I hope you know how much I love you,” you say into his neck, where your face rests.

Johnnie tilts your chin towards his face with his free hand, “I love you more than anyone on this earth, you know that? I have no fucking clue where I’d be without you. And I know you think you suck at giving advice, but that was actually exactly what I needed to hear.” He kisses you again, passionately now, and pulls your body on top of his.

You run your hands through his hair while you kiss, his hands gripping your thighs as they straddle him, “Getting all deep and emotional with me made you needy, huh?”

Before he can respond, (and before the fire ignites in your lower stomach), you decide to pull away and hop off the bed.

“Noooo, girlfriend, come back,” Johnnie whines in a joking, childish voice. He gets out of bed too, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He buries his face in your neck to kiss it as you walk in unison towards his bedroom door.

“You need to eat something, Johnnie, c’mon,” you say.

He doesn’t respond, instead he starts lightly sucking at your neck as you attempt to open the door. Your breath catches, and you let go of the door knob to wrap both hands around the back of Johnnie’s neck and pull him closer.

“Johnnie…” you mumble.

“Mmm?” he replies, lips pulling away from your neck and brushing against your ear, “I wanna show my, kind, smart, funny, gorgeous girlfriend how much I love her,” he whispers.

He spins you around to face him, and, walking backwards, leads you toward the bed.

You know he doesn’t feel completely better yet. He won’t for a while. But you’re not worried anymore. You have confidence that whatever happens– to either of you– you’ll go through it together. There is no one else either of you would rather experience life with– the highs and the lows.

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i'm not the biggest fan of this one, but i wanted to post it here! it's also on my ao3 :p

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sh4wty18 · 11 days

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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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for you, it's worth it.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you are dating one of jake's friends, ryan (a fictional person i made up for the sake of this fic), but jake is the one you really want.

cw: angst, fluff, SMUT18+, language, cheating, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, and overall general filth

!!warning!! i do NOT condone the questionable actions in this fic! this is all FAKE and for fun only!! do not cheat on your partners or have unprotected sex please!

word count: 4.3k + edited (super long one lol)

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You met Jake and your current boyfriend Ryan six months ago at a party. You had just gotten out of a relationship with your ex-girlfriend of three years, and all you wanted to do was get super fucked up and dance, so you did what any person grieving woman would do, and went to a club with your best friends.

It was that night when you had met Jake and Ryan. Jake was super chill and introduced himself, but he mostly kept to himself. Ryan on the other hand, was the exact opposite, he was all over you. He was tall and had shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a full sleeve of patchwork tattoos on his right arm. You thought he was super hot at the time, and decided to dance with him.

You fucked him that night. It was the best rebound sex you’d ever had. Ever since then, Ryan had just been around. It started off as just hooking up, but eventually, you realized he wanted more. When he asked you out two months ago, you thought, what the hell, he’s sweet, hot, and good in bed. So you said yes. You knew it was for the wrong reasons. You didn’t even really know the guy, you were just using him for what he was good for. But the idea of allowing yourself to be truly loved and in love again, was hard. Your last relationship had wrecked you, so you figured it’d be easier to date a guy you’re really not that into, than to willingly allow yourself to be vulnerable when the prospect of heartbreak was always looming.

Jake was a whole different story. Jake. Fuck. Him. You knew that night in the club six months ago, that he was the one you’d really wanted. He was gorgeous, and the more time you spent with him, the more you knew he was an amazing person, too. Maybe that’s part of the reason you kept Ryan around, because you knew you’d be able to see Jake. Ever since you and Ryan started hanging out, he’d invite you to his house for get togethers with his friend group. Jake was always there.

Before you and Ryan had made things official, Jake was always super sweet to you. It was little things– holding the door for you, laughing at your jokes when no one else was paying attention to what you’d said, smiling at you for a second too long. He always complimented you, too. He’d say things like, “Hey beautiful!” or “well don’t you look pretty tonight!” whenever he saw you. He never did it when Ryan was around though. He’d just glance at you from across the room, watching as Ryan kissed you on the cheek, or squeezed your thigh. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed, but you did. You noticed everything about him.

There had even been a couple times when Ryan had gotten too drunk, and Jake helped you put him to bed. After he was asleep, you and Jake would talk for hours, leaning back on the couch next to one another, smiling shyly, like you were both nervous about getting caught. One night, you swore he was going to kiss you. He had been complimenting you all night, and he might’ve drank a little more than usual, because he even did it in front of Ryan. Then, during your late night chat, he had trailed off, leaning toward your face. But he stopped right before your lips could touch. He giggled, “You look so pretty tonight.”

“Thanks, Jake,” you smiled back, feeling your cheeks flush. Your conversation continued after that, and you never spoke about that moment. Throughout those first four months, you and Jake had grown closer, though, which is why what happened once you’d started dating Ryan was so odd.

When Ryan had made things official, Jake changed. The compliments stopped, he never held the door for you or stared at you across the room when he thought no one was looking. At first, you thought it was just to be courteous to his friend, but then things got worse. Whenever your friend group hung out, he never even spoke to you. Sometimes he would avoid going out with you guys if he knew you were going to be there. If he did speak to you it was to give a smart-ass reply to something you said, like he was trying to get under your skin. To anyone else, it probably seemed like he was joking, but you could tell, you could just tell, he was being serious, or at least trying to be. You didn’t understand it, you guys had never been anything more than friends. You liked him, sure. But if he wanted to be more, he could’ve kissed you that night. He didn’t. He was the one person you could imagine letting your walls down for, in fact, you wanted to. You wanted to be vulnerable again, with him. Which is why it hurt so bad when he started avoiding you.

This strange behavior had been happening for the past two months, ever since you started dating Ryan. You did feel awful about stringing him along, but you didn’t know how to break things off. He was so sweet, and you could tell he really liked you. Plus, you guys were friends too. If you broke his heart, there’s no way he’d still want to be friends with you. You didn’t want to be dating him, but you didn’t want to lose him either, and it was all getting really overwhelming. You made a promise to yourself that you would break up with him by the end of the month, once you figured out a good way to do it, so that you could hopefully retain the friendship.

Tonight though, you were going to the club with Ryan and some of his friends. You didn’t know if Jake would be there, although you secretly hoped he would be. You were riding in the back of an Uber with Ryan, wearing a black lacy tank top with a mini skirt and belt. As the car pulled up to the club, you glanced at your phone, and your heart practically jumped out of your chest at what you saw. It was a text from Jake:

J: you gonna be at the club tn?

Y/N: yeah

Y/N: why? lol

J: j wondering

J: i’ve missed you

I’ve missed you. The words played over and over again in your mind. What did he mean? The rift between you two had literally been caused by him. And now he had the audacity to say he missed you?! What the fuck? You were still slightly pissed off as you entered the club with Ryan, his hand wrapped around your lower back, leading you toward the bar.

As you walked up you saw some of your other friends, already drinking, along with Jake and Tara.

“Hey guys!” Ryan said cheerily.

“Heyyy wassup guys?? How’re my favorite peeps doing?” Jake replied, clearly already pretty drunk.

You didn’t reply, still annoyed at Jake’s overall behavior throughout the last two months. Instead you hugged Tara, “You look amazing!” you beam.

“Stoppp, you look so good too!! We’ve got to go shopping together soon!” Tara chirped in response.

“You ignoring me tonight, y/n?” Jake asked, with a smug look on his face.

“No,” you say, “I just wanted to compliment Tara, is that so wrong?”

“No, no, don’t let me stop you,” Jake said, holding his hands up as if in surrender, and turned back to the bar to order another drink.

“Wanna go dance?” you ask Ryan and Tara.

“Fuck yeah, you wanna get a drink first?” Ryan asks.

“Sure!” you say, and Ryan orders you all a rum and coke, which you down in three gulps.

“Can I get another, please?” you ask the bartender, and he quickly pours you up another drink, which you also down. “You know what, can I just get two more now? I don’t wanna have to keep asking,” you chuckle.

“No problem,” The bartender replies.

You down them both within five minutes, and turn to Ryan and Tara, who both look slightly concerned at the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested in such a short amount of time, “Let’s go dance!!”

You lead the way to the center of the dance floor, doing your best not to look at Jake, who is clearly sulking at the bar, watching you with a look of either annoyance or jealousy, you can’t tell.

They start playing a song you love, and you begin dancing with Ryan, as Tara goes to dance with a hot guy she’s been eyeing all night. You’re grinding on Ryan, as he loops his hands around the front of your waist, pressing your ass against his body. He starts kissing your neck, sucking lightly, and you wrap your hand around the back of his neck. You look over at the bar, and Jake is watching. You turn towards Ryan and drag his body in front of yours, pulling him into a messy makeout. You open your eyes to make direct eye contact with Jake. He doesn’t stop watching. Instead he smirks, sipping on his drink slowly and readjusting himself on the bar stool to get a better look at the two of you.

Ryan breaks away, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” he says, pecking you on the mouth.

“Alright, I’ll be here,” you smile, glancing back to where Jake was sitting before to see that he’s no longer in his seat.

You watch Ryan walk through the crowd, then turn back to face the bar, at the same time seeing Jake approach you.

“Hey,” he says, leaning down a bit to shout into your ear over the loud music and chatter.

“Hey,” you reply, looking anywhere but at him.

“Not looking at me now?” Jake asks sassily, “That’s funny, considering you were staring at me while kissing your boyfriend five minutes ago.”

“Shut up,” you respond, not in the mood for more of his confusion.

Jake leans forward even more, his lips brushing against your ear, “Make me.” He leans back, smirking at you.

The four rum and cokes you chugged must have been taking effect, because it was as if you lost all control. You grab Jake’s shirt, as he wraps his arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You wrap both your arms around Jake’s neck, pulling his head towards your face and immediately locking your lips with his. You feel his snakebites pressing into your lower lip as your makeout gets messier and more desperate. He tilts your chin up toward him to expose your neck.

“You’re mine,” he leans forward and whispers, before sucking hard on your neck, leaving a big, purple bruise below your ear.

“Jake…” you groan out, “Ryan’s gonna be back soon.”

Jake breaks contact with your neck, covering the hickey with your hair, and then making eye contact with you as if nothing happened, says, “It’s good to see you, y/n". He gives you a small smile and saunters back to the bar, retaking his seat from before, this time, facing the bar.

Ryan walks up behind you, grabbing your waist with both hands, and spinning you around to face him, “Miss me?” he asks flirtily.

You are instantly filled with guilt. He doesn’t deserve this, you have to tell him. “Jake kissed me,” you say, I kissed him back. I’m so sorry.”

Ryan stares at you, the color draining from his face, “What?”

“Jake and I kissed while you were in the bathroom. I don’t know how it happened. He just came up to me and, and…”

“No. It's okay,” Ryan says.

“What? I cheated on you? I’m an asshole. I’m so sorry, it meant nothing,” you lie, doing whatever it takes to preserve the friendship between you and Ryan.

“Yeah, and you suck for that, but… you think I haven’t noticed the looks he gives you? He’s totally into you. Part of the reason why I asked you out was because I was scared you were gonna be more into him than you are to me. I thought if I could lock things down with you, maybe you’d stop liking him… and I’d be yours. But even now… Jake’s been a total asshole to you for the last two months, and it’s still obvious you want him.”

“What?? No, it’s not like that. I don’t know why he’s being a dick, but that can’t be it! He could’ve had me months ago, but he never went for it!” you slap a hand against your mouth, “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, Ryan.”

“No, I’m sorry. That I wasted so much time on you.” Ryan walks away through the crowd, leaving you alone.

You feel hot tears forming in your eyes– you were such a fucking asshole. And Ryan was right, he wasted so much time on you. You should’ve never said yes to him, and now you might’ve lost your friendship forever. But you know deep down, you’ve only ever wanted Jake.

You walked up to him, crying softly. “Fuck you,” you say, “You ruined everything!”

Jake suddenly gets a very serious look, “Woah, woah what happened?” he asks, rubbing small circles into your back.

“Ryan. I told him what happened and he broke up with me. Now we’ll probably never be friends again! Fuck you! You could’ve fucking had me!!” you shrug him off of you and walk out of the club, ordering an Uber. Jake tries to follow you through the crowd and respond, but the Uber arrives too soon, and you’re off before he gets the chance.

You stumble into your apartment, definitely regretting the four back-to-back drinks now. You collapse into bed, seeing Jake’s name light up your screen, but you’re too tired to check what he’s said. You’re falling asleep before you can even touch your phone.

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The next morning you roll over in bed, head throbbing. You wonder why Ryan isn’t in bed next to you for a split second, before you remember the events of last night. You turn to grab your phone off the nightstand, slightly impressed that you even remembered to plug it in. You see several texts from Jake awaiting you, from between 1:32 and 4:26 am:

1:32 am

J: Y/N

J: Y/N PLS COME BACL

J: Y/N PLS IM SP SOERY

2:38 am

J: pls answwr me y/n

3:45 am

J: can we talk in the morning?

J: im so so sorry

4:26 am

J: please answer me so i know you’re ok. if anything happened to you i’ll never forgive myself.

You type out a quick reply:

Y/N: im fine j super hungover

Y/N: sorry i didnt reply i fell asleep as soon as i got home

Y/N: can i come over in like thirty mins?

J: yeah johnnie won't be here so it'll just be us

You quickly run through your morning routine– washing your face, brushing your teeth, and applying some light makeup– before grabbing a granola bar, popping two tylenol, and getting into your car to drive to Jake’s.

As you pull into his driveway, a wave of panic crashes over you. What if he’s going to tell you off, and never wants to speak again? What if he doesn’t even remember last night, and just wants to talk about something else?

You are giddy with nerves as you raise your fist to knock on the door, but you don’t even have to knock once before Jake opens it.

“Hey,” he says, awkwardly flashing you a smile.

“Hey,” you respond, entering his house as he gestures for you to come in.

You take a seat on his couch, and he plops down next to you. You both begin a sentence at the same time,

“So-”

“I wanted to-” he laughs, “You go first.”

“I mean, I was just gonna say ‘about last night…’ and hope that you continued my sentence,” you giggle awkwardly.

Jake chuckles, seemingly just as nervous as you. “Well… obviously we gotta clear the air. I’m sorry I kissed you. And I’m sorry I messed things up between you and Ryan. I should’ve never done that.”

Your smile fades, “You’re sorry?”

“I mean… yeah? I would have never chosen to hurt you.”

“What about Ryan? He’s your friend too,” you reply curtly.

“Yeah but… I care about you more,” Jake looks over at you, waiting for a response.

“Jake… you are such a fucking asshole,” you respond.

“Wait what?? I literally just apologized!”

“Yeah but you’ve been treating me like shit for the past two months. You think I haven’t noticed? You can’t even fucking look at me! Ever since I started dating Ryan you’ve been fucking avoidant as hell. And I don’t get why. Why did you have to wait until last night to start showing any interest in me again? I just don’t fucking get you, Jake.”

“What did you mean last night? When you said ‘you could’ve had me’?” Jake asked, completely ignoring what you’d just said.

“Are you fucking serious right now?? This isn’t a fucking joke, Jake!”

“What did you mean?!” Jake asked again, gripping your thigh with his palm.

You shut up, staring into his eyes. He was serious. “I meant. That night. Months ago. You almost kissed me. But you didn’t. I’ve thought about that night every day since. I wanted it to happen so badly that when you didn’t do it I just assumed you weren’t interested. That it was a drunken mistake.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted this badly,” Jake said, rubbing your inner thigh and gazing into your eyes, “I was an asshole. But only because I didn’t wanna feel this way anymore. I wanted it to stop, for Ryan sure, but mostly for you. I thought you were happy with him. I didn’t wanna stand in your way. But last night, I finally worked up the courage to try and do something about it. I know it was wrong and fucked up. But I don’t care. For you, it’s worth it.”

“Jake…” you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face, “It’s always been you, I was just scared. Scared to open up to someone. With Ryan, things were easy. I knew if I had you, it would be real. But being with Ryan didn’t stop the feeling. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“That’s the only thing I’ve ever needed to hear,” he turns toward you and grabs your chin with one hand, pulling your head toward his, while he hungrily connects his lips with yours. He pulls you onto his lap and holds your ass in both hands while you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He breaks away to admire his work on your neck from last night, “How ‘bout I leave another?” he whispers into your ear.

“Whatever you want,” you breathe out.

“Let’s go upstairs, in case Johnnie comes home,” he quickly says, allowing you to stand up. He grabs your hand, and leads the way to his bedroom. You’ve never been in it before. It was surprisingly clean, with a pristine gray bedspread covering his king-sized bed. He had a few posters hanging on the wall for different musicians he liked, and a PC set up in the corner.

Jake giggles, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing… just wasn’t what I expected.”

“Well.. you could be in here a lot more often, if you wanted,” Jake says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“I think I’d like that,” you reply.

“Oh yeah?” Jake asks.

“Yeah… I think so,” you spin around to face him. “I want you so bad,” you whisper against his lips, begging him to close the gap.

“Do you?” Jake smirks, pulling his lips further away from yours, “Show me.”

He falls backward gracefully onto his bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch you strip. You remove all of your clothes down to your underwear, leaving the rest of you exposed.

“Get over here,” Jake motions for you to sit on his lap, which you do. He spreads your legs over his crotch so you’re straddling him again. He kisses you hard on the mouth, and you feel his tongue slip between your teeth and brush against yours. He grabs a handful of your tit and squeezes it roughly, causing you to let out a quiet whimper, “Louder, baby.” he says, and takes your nipple into his mouth. You can feel it getting hard, and you moan louder at his touch.

You reach under his t-shirt to pull it over his head, leaving his chest bare. He flips you over onto your back underneath him, and he pulls his pants off. He kneels on top of you in only his boxers, holding himself up with one elbow, the other hand fondling one of your tits, and you can feel his cock hardening against your skin. He kisses your lips first, then travels down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in a few more spots, before moving on to your tits. He kisses them, while running his hand down your stomach, stopping at your underwear line, “Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes. F-fuck yes,” You reply.

“Good. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, baby.” Hearing Jake call you ‘baby’ was enough to make you arch into his hand that lingered over your underwear. He smirks and slips his hand into them, sliding his middle finger inside of you and slowly pumping it back and forth.

You raise your hips, wanting more, “Jake… please,” is all you can muster before he thrusts another finger inside of you, quickening his pace. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub circles into your clit. You gasp, arching further into his hand, desperately trying to get him deeper inside of you.

“You’re so good for me,” Jake lets out, before leaning back down to take your tit into his mouth again, gently nibbling on your nipple. You moan and arch your back, feeling yourself clenching around his fingers. You start to feel the flame building in your lower stomach, and know you’re close.

“‘M gonna come,” you mumble through strained breaths.

This only causes Jake to go faster, and the overstimulation was getting to be too much. You gasp in pleasure as Jake works you through your high. Not removing his fingers until your legs are shaking.

“How was that, baby?” Jake asks, kissing your forehead softly, before licking any remnants of you off his fingers.

“So fucking good,” you say breathlessly.

“You think you can take more for me?” he asks sheepishly, as if he doesn’t know exactly where this is going.

“I can do anything you want,” you reply, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, and pulling his neck down to kiss his lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he says, sitting up on his knees in front of you to remove his boxers and throw them onto the floor. His dick was bigger than you’d imagined. Bigger than the guys you’d fucked before. You wanted it now.

You yank your own underwear down as far as they’ll go, allowing Jake to pull them off and discard them as well.

He spreads your thighs apart with his legs, “So fucking pretty,” he says, staring down at your wet cunt.

He kneels back down– resting on his forearms– eager to be inside you. He gives his cock a few strokes for good measure, and guides it toward you, pressing the tip against your opening. You tilt your head forward to watch it disappear inside of you, slowly at first, and then all at once. Jake lets out a groan as he bottoms out, and you’re completely skin to skin. You wrap your legs around his lower back and ass, and grip his bicep with your hand. He looks down at you, his necklace dangling above your head. Your other hand reaches up to grab the necklace and pull him down into the most carnal kiss you’ve ever experienced. He thrusts deep inside you, as you wrap your arm around his neck to pull him down, bodies so close you can feel the heat radiating between you.

You break the kiss to groan against his cheek, and Jake mutters, “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, mama,” between stifled sighs.

He thrusts into you harder and faster, not letting up until you’re a moaning mess beneath him, back arching up to meet his chest, and he holds you there as he comes inside of you.

You both collapse onto the bed with Jake laying on top of you, slowly pulling out as you hold each other, panting, bodies slick with sweat. He holds your face in his hand, and speaks softly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You beam at him, “Well, duh.”

“No Y/N, like, it’s gonna be you forever. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. You make me whole,” Jake continues.

“So then it’ll be us forever. I’m not going anywhere,” you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then land on his lips. “Also, you were amazing. I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Right back at ya, baby,” he winks. “Now I’m gonna go shower, ‘cause I’m a little too sweaty right now!” He laughs as he rises off the bed and turns to face you, reaching out his hand. “You coming, beautiful?”

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you to your feet, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake.”

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this took me so long to write but i actually love how it came out! i hope you guys enjoyed :)

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tiktok pt. 1

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you decide to hard launch your relationship with jake on tiktok, and get distracted along the way.

cw: fluff & very light smut (hickeys), language, suggestive ending

word count: 1.7k + edited

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You enter the kitchen of your boyfriend Jake's house to find him preparing a sandwich at the counter. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. Even though you’re shorter than him, (the top of your head only reaches his neck), physical touch is one of both of your love languages, and you both love this type of affection. “Babe, do you wanna post a tiktok together?” you ask him.

He swings around to face you and grips your waist with both hands, “Ummmm yes?? Is that even a question??? Of course I wanna make sure all of my hot girlfriend’s followers know she’s taken” he replies, a smile beaming across his pretty face. “But… weren’t you nervous about getting hate?” he asks, looking more concerned than excited now.

“I mean yeah, but it’s been over 4 months since we’ve started dating, and we’ve been completely private. I think I’m ready to let the world know I'm dating one of America’s Favorite Ladies.” you smirk and raise an eyebrow towards him, which elicits a grin. You really are ready to post together, even though you’re nervous. But you figure it’s only going to be more overwhelming the longer you wait. Jake and Tara have been broken up for almost a full year, and Tara even gave you her blessing to start dating him. Plus, you knew Jake had been wanting to post a tiktok with you for a while now, but wasn’t saying anything out of respect for you.

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement now, but he still asked through his wide smile, “Are you a hundred percent sure? I only wanna do it if you know you’re ready.”

“Yes, Jake. I promise I want to” you hold your pinky up to him and he links his with yours. You’ve made a habit of using pinky promises as a form of asserting comfortability in your relationship. You and Jake can both get really anxious about hurting each other’s feelings or pushing a boundary by accident, so you decided that when verbal communication isn’t enough, a pinky promise will be another way of letting each other know you’re okay.

He is smiling from ear to ear, and you feel your face flush. You could look at that smile forever, and knowing that you are capable of making someone so happy makes you feel an incredible sense of joy. “Yay!!! I’m so excited, oh my God!! What do you wanna do, baby?!” Jake asks you, lightly bobbing up and down with excitement. You reach out and take hold of one of his hands, leading him to the living room where you plop down on the couch, with him sitting next next to you.

“Okay… so I’ve kind of had this idea for a while, but it’s really cringey, I’m not gonna lie” you say, leaning your head on Jake’s shoulder.

He leans his head on top of yours, “Y/N” he starts in his Mama Bear voice, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how cringey it is, alright?! We’re doin’ it!”

You giggle, “Okay Mama Bear. I was thinking we could use the song “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex, and during the part where he says, ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’ we could alternate saying the lines or something. I know it’s dumb–”

“NO! Stop saying it’s dumb, it’s not dumb. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it. And everyone’s gonna be jealous when they see it cuz of how hot we are. They’ll have no choice but to want at least one of us!” Jake replies, gripping your shoulders to emphasize his point.

You blush and laugh, Jake always knows what to say to make you feel accepted. “Thanks, Jake” you say shyly, and he leans in to kiss you warmly on the cheek.

“Anything for my favorite lady,” he says. You definitely feel your face flush as you wrap your hand around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, maintaining eye contact with him. “Haha, I made you bluuushhh” he teases, poking you in the side.

“Shut up!” You reply, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him over the head with it.

“Owwwww… Y/N that hurtttt” he whines in his baby voice, pouting at you with fake sadness.

“Awwww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You ask, teasingly.

He nods happily, “Yes, yes I do, thank you.”

You pull his neck towards you and kiss his forehead gently where you had hit him with the pillow. He pulls your face towards his mouth and your lips meet. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, anchoring your body around his hips. Your hands play with his hair as he leans into the kiss, gripping your back with his hands, practically gluing your bodies together. He frees himself from your mouth to start peppering kisses down your jaw and lingering on your neck. He knows where to suck to make your breath catch, even though you try to hide it. You’ve always been a fan of hickeys, and Jake is fucking good at it. You tilt your face a little more towards his ear and let out a small moan, which only causes him to suck harder, finishing in one section and moving to another, leaving bruises scattered around your neck in all the spots he knows you love. He’s about to continue down to your tits when you pull away from him, “Babe, stop distracting me with make out sessions! We’re supposed to be filming a tiktok!!” You know you’ll both be naked soon if you don’t stop him now, but you really wanted to rip off the bandaid and post the tiktok. Sex can wait– and it was definitely worth it.

Jake stares up at you, lips swollen and breaths quick, “Grrr you’re no fun,” he jokes in his baby voice again. His fake-pout quickly turns into a smile, “I’m just kiddin’, let’s get filming! But I would put some make-up on there before we start if I were you,” he nods toward your neck.

You climb off his lap and walk to the bathroom, turning the light on to look into the vanity mirror. “JAKE!” you scream, “What the fuck!! How did you leave this many that quick?!” Your neck has at least six purple bruises scattered across it, ranging in size.

He bursts out laughing and runs into the bathroom behind you to admire his work, “Damn, I’m just the hickey queen I guess” he says, and places a hand on your lower back. He hops up to sit on the vanity as you begin blending concealer into your neck. He watches you and smiles, “You’re so pretty.”

“Shut up, you can’t win me over with flattery now!” you try to maintain a stern face but you can’t hide the grin forming on your lips as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “It was pretty good though.”

“Oh, I think it was more than just “pretty” good, considering I had you moaning in my ear.” He leans towards you, maintaining eye contact, knowing that you’ll fold if he stares at you long enough. You were never able to keep eye contact with him for too long, it just makes you flustered.

“Fine it was REALLY good,” you say, smirking, and add a peck on the lips for good measure.

“That’s what I thought,” Jake replies sassily, hand on hip.

After you finish applying the concealer (you eventually had to give up because no amount of concealer could fully cover the bruises on your neck), you both return to the kitchen to film the tiktok. Jake leans against the island counter, and you lean against him with your arms around his waist, so that your torsos are pressed together. He angles the phone above both of you since he’s significantly taller, and presses record. The song starts playing, and you’re gazing at each other. You lipsync the first part of the line “your lips, my lips”, and Jake follows up with “apocalypse”. When the line ends you both lean in to break the tension, softly pressing your lips together. After the sound ends, you both rewatch the video to double check that it looks okay.

“I think I can see one of my pieces of artwork a little, but I doubt anyone else will notice unless they’re LOOKING for hickeys,” Jake says, “But still… you sure you wanna post it?” he double checks.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck anymore, I just want the world to know that you’re mine.” you reply, gazing up at him.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot when you take control.” he says, looking flushed, “Hurry up and post it so I can finish what I started.”

You feel your heart rate increase at the thought of Jake continuing to mark your body, so you quickly type out the caption “hard launch <3”, tag Jake in the video, and post it, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb and leaving it on the counter. Whatever happens, you know Jake will always be there to support you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous as shit to post a video of you guys kissing on the internet.

He senses your nervousness and intertwines both his hands with yours. “Hey, don’t think about it. They’re gonna say whatever they want but we’re the only two whose opinions actually matter. And what I know is that I love being with you. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and funny and being around you makes me happier than I’ve been in… a long time. So fuck them… and fuck me?” He winks at the end, perfectly ruining a pure moment in classic Jake fashion. But you can’t complain, you know he meant every word of what he said, and you love his sense of humor, no matter how silly it is.

“You’re such a child!” you giggle, “But thanks, and I could say the exact same to you. You’re a star, Jake. And you make my life brighter in every way. I love being with you.” You hold the sides of his face in your hands and pull him into a not-so-gentle kiss, which he returns hungrily, moving his hands up your back under your shirt, to feel your bare skin. He pulls away for a second to let out a breathy groan against your mouth, “Let’s go upstairs.”

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this could be a standalone, but let me know if you want to see pt. 2! it's also already posted on my ao3 :)

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sh4wty18 · 13 days

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welcome! :-)

hiii!! i wanted a place to post my fics. they are mostly one-shots with some multi part ones as well. i'm also semi-active on ao3 (same user) if you would like to read my stuff there! my ao3 is fluff only, i will only be posting my smut here (& fluff)!!

masterlist

- who i write for so far:

jake webber

johnnie guilbert

literally anyone else if i get a rec, they're just the only two i've written for so far lol

- what i won't write (subject to change):

anything noncon

sa/ed/sh etc.

no bodily fluids other than cum/sweat

just use your better judgment if you send a rec, but i'll reply/let you know if i dont feel comfortable writing something!

- all readers are fem unless otherwise specified!

- requests might take a while to be posted but i will try to get to all of them!! please be patient, as i’m also working on my own ideas <3

- WARNING! this is all solely for fun, and 100% fictional! i use writing as a creative outlet and i enjoy writing fics for practice. i write about people i like (celebrities, characters, etc.) but if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read my stuff!!

- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS

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makeup.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: you and johnnie are dating and decide to film a video of you doing his makeup

cw: fluff, language, suggestive but nothing major

word count: 1.5k + edited

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“Hey guys! So today I’m here with…”

“Y/N!” you finish, slightly nervous as it’s your first time streaming alone with Johnnie.

Johnnie giggles a little, sensing your nerves. He gently squeezes your thigh under the desk, out of sight of the viewers, letting you know he’s here for you. You grip his hand in return and squeeze, and he grins in response, stating matter-of-factly, “Yes! And this is her first time streaming with me! She’s gonna do great, guys. She’s a hundred times cooler than me as it is.” he gazes into your eyes while he says this, providing you with the comfort you need to get over your fear.

The thought of thousands of people judging your every move is daunting, but you know Johnnie just wants this to be a fun experience for both of you. Plus, his fans have been wanting to see you guys interact on screen for a while now. The edits of you guys together are really cute to be fair, it’s just the sudden fame that comes with dating an internet celebrity has been… a lot. Luckily for the most part, Johnnie’s fans have accepted you with open arms, and they seem genuinely happy to see him finally in a healthy relationship.

“So today…” Johnnie starts, “Y/N and I thought it would be fun for her to do my makeup, you know, since we have such different styles and stuff.”

“Wow… that description was… enlightening” you respond fake-sarcastically, which elicits an equally fake-sarcastic eye roll from Johnnie.

“Alright let’s just get into the makeup then if my girlfriend is gonna start bullying me now…” he trails off, as you begin to laugh and grip his arm, and soon he’s unable to contain his own giggling. Even though you both share a jokingly-sarcastic sense of humor with each other, neither of you can ever get through a bit with a straight face. One of you always ends up dying of laughter and the other can’t stop from joining. Johnnie never laughed this much with anyone– other than maybe Jake. But once you guys started dating a few months ago, Johnnie’s been all smiles.

“Okay, okay!” you say, catching your breath. “So like Johnnie said, our styles are super different. He’s emo and I’m kinda just doing whatever I like at the time. So I figured I would do my typical going-out makeup look for him today.”

“I’m terrified.” he responds, “I’ve seen your going out looks… There's a lot of glitter involved. I mean you look hot but…”

“Oh you’ll be fine.” you snarkily reply, “You always look hot anyway, this’ll just… amplify your beauty!”

He laughs, “Okay… I guess I trust you, girlfriend.” Johnnie has made a habit of calling you girlfriend as much as possible. It started as a joke between you guys– pet names that is. You would call each other pookie and boo bear and stuff like that over text and in instagram comments, eliciting hilarious responses from your fans, who had fun trying to figure out if you were being serious or not. Then one day, he called you girlfriend while greeting you in one of his videos with Jake, and you called him boyfriend in response. Ever since then, you’ve been unironically using those titles for each other. You both know it’s corny, but you don’t care. You’re too in love to care. Neither of you have ever felt this deep of a connection with anyone you’ve dated. Nothing about it can be “cringe” because you’re both too happy with each other to mind.

“Um.. I would hope so, boyfriend.” You roll your eyes at him and he tilts your chin towards his face and kisses you. “Enough PDA, we have work to do!” you back away as he tries to go in for another kiss, “At least let me get started,” you smile back at him, cheekily.

“Guys did you see that? She swerved me. What the fuck? This is so unfair. My girlfriend hates me.” The chat goes crazy, most people going along with the bit and saying stuff like “how dare you y/n😔” and “nooooo she gagged him lmao💀”

“Needy, needy man” you grip his chin and peck him, “There, happy now?”

“Yes… we can start the makeup now” he grins fake-maniacally.

“Okay, I don’t use primer so we’re just gonna jump right in with concealer…”

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“Stop, stopppp that’s enough!!!” Johnnie pleads in his raspy vocal-fry shout you’ve heard so many times before in his videos with Jake.

“We’re almost done, you’re such a fucking baby” You laugh as he blinks down on the mascara wand for what feels like the hundredth time. “Okay now all we have left is lip gloss. But I figured we could do this the fun way, since you are clearly obsessed with me and wanna kiss me so bad” You flip your hair, “I mean, as you should!”

“Alright we gotta keep this PG for the kids,” Johnnie says in one of his silly voices.

“Since when have your videos ever been PG, sir??”

“Well… I guess you have a point,” he replies, leaning in and kissing you gently on the lips. You lean into it, and hold his cheek. You both pull away after a couple seconds, not wanting to fully start making out, which is where your innocent kisses usually lead. But considering you’re on stream, maybe that could wait until the cameras were off.

You apply your favorite lip gloss to your own lips and smirk at him. He quickly catches on and says, “Oh so we’re chapstick challenging this bitch, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” you laugh, and grip both sides of his face with your hands. At first you plant your lips firmly on his, actually attempting to transfer the lip gloss directly onto his lips. But then, you start planting kisses all over his face, leaving pink sticky smudges wherever your lips decide to land.

“NOOOO!!! NOOO! HELPPP!! I’M BEING ATTACKED BY MY GIRLFRIEND. CHAT SAVE ME” Johnnie yells, gripping the sides of his desk to try and escape your grasp.

“You’ll never escape me!!” you yell, leaping out of your own chair and onto his lap, continuing to plant kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. He grabs your waist with one hand, and your neck with the other, pulling you into a real, passionate kiss. One of your hands grips the headrest of his office chair, while the other cups the base of his neck, playing with his hair.

He gasps for breath after a good twenty seconds, and you two both turn to face the camera, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Well… sorry about that guys.” He says sheepishly, then turning to you adds, “The editors are about to go crazy on that one.”

“No for real” you respond, giggling, “I don’t mind.”

He gazes into your eyes like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved, “Me neither.” And you can’t stop yourself from grinning.

“How did I get so lucky, guys?” you ask. The chat responses have been super positive since the kiss, with comments ranging from “i feel like i’m interrupting something lol” to “the way he looks at her😭 they’re so in love omg”

“Well, now that I look like a pretty princess, I think we’re gonna call it here, guys. Thank you so much for joining the stream, and if you wanna buy my merch go to johnnieguilbert.com, oh and stream my music.” Johnnie finishes the outro and looks up at you, who is still sitting on his lap, “Anything you wanna add, y/n?”

“Ummm… I guess just that I think this was a really good first one-on-one stream, and you guys all made me feel super comfortable and welcome here, so thank you. Also, look how cute Johnnie looks! He’s so pretty with my pink eyeshadow on. You should do this more often, boyfriend.”

“We’ll see about that, girlfriend.” he giggles, “And I’m glad you felt comfortable today, you’re awesome and I love being able to make content with you. Alright, bye guys.” he switches off the camera. “You did great! Just like I knew you would. I love you.”

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud, but you can’t say you weren’t expecting it. The way you act around each other, there’s no other name for it other than true, unconditional, intense love. “I love you too, Johnnie.”

You swing one of your thighs around his legs, straddling him, and he grips your ass with both hands. You wrap your arms around his neck as he leans up to face you. He kisses you like you’re his lifeblood, like he needs you to survive. It’s messy, and primal, and you’re both out of breath and gasping for air, but neither of you want to stop. And in this moment, you know you would do anything to be with him like this, forever. Feeling him, tasting him, breathing him in. You’ve never felt anything quite like this, and you don’t think you’ll ever want to be with anyone else ever again. It's just you and him.

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posted this on ao3 first, and i still have 3 more from my ao3 to repost here! likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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