#jon jafari x reader

[hazzasmut1]

Untitled fic I started but never finished but have now just finished why am I so bad at this.

Thanks to @island-of-dogs for not thinking my ideas are complete and utter rubbish.  I dedicate this to you.  

“Well, uh, this certainly has been an interesting week.” You were tidying up around the apartment you share with your friend Jon.  The sun shone through the window as you scrubbed the dirty dishes from last night’s dinner, its rays hitting the plates you were washing and making them glint and sparkle.  Jon would usually help you with the washing up, however today he had said to you he had other things to do.  You totally understood.  Jon was an internet celebrity and you completely understood that he had a schedule to stick to and other things to attend to.  Flicking a switch on the radio you kept in the kitchen, you smile as music fills the room.  Grabbing a tea towel from the back of a chair, you set about drying the dishes that you’d just washed. Suddenly, and without warning, you hear Jon shout from the other room. “Can you not do that (Y/N), I’m busy recording,” He sounds irritable and upset, a far cry from his usual chipper self.  Naturally, concern begins to envelope you as you switch off the radio and throw down the towel you were holding.  Making your way towards the sitting room, you hear him talking, his voice slightly panicked sounding. “Uh, I-I was in there under a lot of pressure that I'm not- used to being under, and uh, as it became clear, I SUCK at debate.” Standing next to the door, you realise exactly what it is he’s recording.  An apology. To try and clear up the allegedly insensitive poppycock he spouted recently in a supposed debate with another e-celebrity.  In your opinion, it wasn’t a debate – the asshole at the other end had basically taken over and had insulted Jon’s intelligence by constantly talking over him and riling him to the point where he’d gotten upset.  You’d been there to witness the entire damn thing.  Jon had said some slightly sketchy things, yes, but he hadn’t meant any of it.  You knew what he was like when he got frustrated and upset, and it wasn’t pretty. It broke your heart to see him upset. You hear the “click” of him switching his camera off and decide to make an appearance.  Opening the door, you walk into the room.  Jon spins around and looks at you, his usually jolly face completely serious and redder than usual. “Hey (Y/N),” he says, running a hand through his hair as you walk towards him.   You don’t acknowledge him.  You obviously want to, but don’t feel like it’s right. He’s upset.  Forcing him to converse with you when he has other things on his mind would just complicate the matter.  All you can do right now is walk over to him and embrace him.  He seems ok with that, for the minute you wrap your arms around him, he buries his head in your chest and exhales deeply.   “Are people online giving you gyp again, honey?” you ask, stroking his fluffy curls. He nods into your chest, and all you can do is sigh and shake your head. “I’m trying to record a video clearing shit up,” he says as he pulls his head away from your chest, arms still around your waist.  “I’m just worried it’s not going to sway anyone’s opinions about me.” You look down into his eyes.  He looks as if he’s about to cry, and this breaks your heart. “You know what, Jon?” you say, bending down to kiss his head. “What is it?” “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.  I’ll always love you.  That’s what friends are for, right?” He smiles up at you, his big brown eyes sparkling. “Thanks, (Y/N).” “Don’t mention it, darling.”

[skeleton-closet-writers-blog]

It’s Been Too Long | Jon Jafari(JonTron) x Reader | JonTronShow

Warnings: None.

[Word Count: 1,506]

Author: Moonshine

Description: You and Jon are old friends, and you two finally reconnect and hang out at his apartment for the weekend. I also kept the reader gender neutral so everyone can enjoy :)

Author’s Note: Hey, it’s moonshine! I’m the admin of skeleton-closet-writers! This blog is a host for every fandom in existence; so whatever you want, you can have it! I decided to start dumping my fanfictions on here right away, so here we go. My first one is a JonTron fanfic because there aren’t enough of them out there! I’m sorry it’s short and rushed. I just wanted to get the idea out as quickly as possible. I do better with prompts/requests.

Quick Disclaimer: All of the places, people, personalities, etc are fictitious and is in no way related to real life at all. Also, if you don’t like JonTron, then how the hell did you get here? You might be lost, so uhh, just go back, nothing to see here folks! Anyways, back to the disclaimer: This is a fictional story made for fun. Jon, if you ever come across this fic, I’m sorry. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!

Your heartbeat quickened as you stood in front of the apartment building. You double check the address, and sigh with relief that it’s the right place. You are a bit nervous for this meetup since you have only been speaking via skype for the past month, catching up with your old friend, Jon Jafari. You both were theater kids together in high school, and after you both graduated, you went off in separate directions. You reminisce on when you saw Jon again for the first time since high school as you walk through the hallway to the elevator. You were on YouTube, and saw in your recommendations a silly review for Birdemic by a channel called JonTronShow. You blinked dumbly when you realized that the guy on the thumbnail was none other than Jon Jafari himself. He has a beard now? You remember thinking to yourself as you eagerly clicked on the video.

You continued to watch his videos until one day, you decided to send him a private message on Twitter. It was a low chance he’d see it, since he has so many followers, but you gave it a go. You simply wrote:

Y/n L/n: Hey, Bird Safari! Long time no see!

You hoped his old nickname would catch his attention. And it certainly did, because later that night, he responded to you with:

Jon Jafari: Y/n!? Holy shit, is that really you? What’re you up to these days?

You smiled at the notification from him, and responded quickly. From that moment on, you two spoke almost everyday, and found that comfort in each other like old times again.

You blink dumbly when the elevator dings, indicating you are now on the floor of Jon’s Apartment. You slowly exhale before lugging your bags down the hallway, scanning the numbers of each door in search of Jon’s place. You remember when you two had your first skype call, and how you both could not stop smiling at each other like idiots. You also consistently made fun of him, saying he still looks like a baby even with the beard, and he noted how you look eerily the same since he last saw you.

When you two talked a few weeks ago, he invited you to stay in his spare room for a weekend so you both can hang out in person. You were incredibly nervous, but gladly accepted the invitation immediately. However, these thoughts of doubt could not leave your mind all week while you were preparing to spend the weekend with your old high school buddy.

You finally approach Jon’s apartment door, and take a deep breath, staring at the painted wood with wide eyes. This is it. You’re going to see your old friend again. You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder before knocking on the door.

“I’m coming!” you hear a voice call from inside. You let out the breath you didn’t realise you were holding in before he opens the door. Both of your eyes lock, and he immediately smiles.

“Y/n,” he speaks like he’s out of breath as he says your name. You drop your stuff on the spot, and practically tackle him down with your hug, causing him to laugh. He sluggishly regains his balance before hugging you back.

“I missed you…” Is all you can say as you snuggle into his chest.

“I missed you, too…” Jon says, tightening his grip around you.

After a long moment of silently embracing each other, he finally releases the hug, and you step back to pick up your bag. Jon picks up your other bag and leads you into the apartment.

“Follow me, I��ll show you to your room,” he says, leading you through the hall. He opens a door to his left, and reveals a generic bedroom. Just a simple double bed, dresser, mirror, and desk. Nothing else.

“It’s pretty spacious in here,” you note as you drop your bag at the head of the bed. He places your other bag beside it and rests his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, this used to belong to an old roommate, but he moved out a long time ago.”

“Cool,” you smile, and then start fiddling with the edge of your shirt, not entirely sure what to do with yourself.

“Let me show you the rest of the apartment!” Jon says, gesturing towards the doorway, killing the silence before it got too awkward. You smile and follow him around his home, and he shows you each room in full detail.

“I love your place, Jon. It’s really nice,” you comment after he ends the tour in the living room.

“Thanks,” he replies while scratching his beard. You suddenly notice Jaques, Jon’s green bird who appears in is videos, is in a cage by a few other bird cages.

“I didn’t know you had more than one bird,” You exclaim whilst approaching the bird cages.

“Ah, yeah. Jaques is the one I show in my videos, but I don’t usually show off my other birds,” Jon states while looking at the birds with you. Jon introduces you to each bird, and then you both sit down on the couch.

“So, wanna play a game, or something?” Jon asks shyly.

You smile and nod, looking at his entertaiment area while asking, “Yeah, do you have Mario Kart?”

Jon gorans, and you can’t help but giggle. “We’re not playing that.”

“Why? Because I always crushed you at it?” you smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes at you.

“It’s been a few years since we’ve played together, Y/n. I don’t want to crush your soul if I got better in the past few years…”

“Oh, it’s on, Bird Safari…” you say with your game face on. Jon laughs heartily at the use of his old nickname as he gets up to set up the game.

“Man, I can’t believe I actually missed that god awful nickname,” Jon notes as he plugs in the Nintendo 64 controllers into the console. You laugh, feeling completely comfortable now.

After playing a few races, you both haven’t changed around each other one bit. That also includes you still being the champion of Mario Kart. Jon groans in defeat, dropping his controller on the couch when your character receives the golden cup.

After gloating over your win like a nine year old, you both settle down and decide to watch a movie. Surprisingly, Jon put in your favorite movie, and you can’t help but blush over the fact that he actually remembered your favorite movie. He makes some popcorn, and brings you a cup of your favorite soft drink, along with his own, before starting the film.

You slowly open your eyes, realizing you’ve fallen asleep at some point during the movie. You notice a new movie is playing now, and that you’re not entirely laying on the couch. You’re leaning on Jon’s soft chest, with his arm wrapped around you, keeping you warm and comfy. Your heartbeat picks up its speed when you fully register the situation. You were cuddling into him, and he didn’t say anything? Why didn’t he wake you up! You feel so embarrassed, but you also don’t want to move. For some reason, you don’t want him to know you woke up. Was it out of fear? Or was it because you wanted to stay in his embrace, nestled on his chest forever.

You physically tense up when you feel his hand stroke your arm as he shifts in his seat. He shuts off the movie, and stays absolutely still for a few moments, seemingly holding you tighter than before.

“Y/n? You awake?” Jon whispers. You relax yourself and decide to not respond; pretending to be asleep. He starts to stroke your hair before carefully getting off of the couch. You keep your eyes closed as he picks you up bridal style, and carries you down the hall. He gently places you down on the bed in what you assume is the guest room, and tucks you in. After his hand lifts away from the blanket, you unintentionally reach out for it. Well shit, what the hell am I supposed to do now? He knows I’m awake.

“Y/n?” he whispers, leaning closer to you. You open your eyes slowly, and tug on his arm.

“I’m cold,” you mumble out incoherently, “stay…”

Jon stays quiet for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

“You have the blanket.”

“No. You’re warmer,” you mumble out tiredly, “I’m afraid I’ll lose you again, Jon…” you add quieter than before, but he definitely heard it. Jon hesitates until finally, he carefully pulls up the covers and crawls into the bed with you. You instantly cling onto him, and he gently wraps his arm over you. You missed him, his scent, his warmth, his comfort. You had a silly crush on him in high school, but now you know that what you feel has only grown stronger, and you never want to lose him from your grasp ever again.

[normalblockxreader]

(PBG/Hana)

a request from @tardisgrump (sorry this took a long ass time!!)

Hana sat quietly in the back of the classroom like usual, listening to the teacher drone on about one thing or another, maybe some war? Hana wasn’t sure. Not that it really mattered anyway, because half the time she didn’t even actually teach the required content, but instead threw shade about her ex. Hana made eye contact with Mai, who made a gun with her fingers and held it to her temple. Hana chuckled quietly and turned back to the front of the room.

Her eyes drifted to the brown messy haired boy in the second row. PBG. He was so cute and so sweet. She had had a crush on him since they met. They had hung out a lot, but in a group, with the other Normal Boots boys. Mai told Hana all the time how she should just go for it and tell PBG how she feels and how she’s sure that he likes her too. Hana didn’t think so, that would be far too lucky, and luck was not something that Hana had a lot of. And she sure wasn’t going to ruin her friendship. She really enjoyed hanging out with him as just a friend and didn’t want to risk it. 

But he was so cute. And Mai was really good at detecting stuff like that. Hana decided it was worth a shot, and put together a plan

“Hey PBG!” Hana said brightly as she walked up to where he was standing at his locker. She was so nervous she didn’t notice the light pink spreading across his face when he saw her. 

“Oh, hey Hana! What’s up?” 

“Um, well I was just wondering if maybe, if you wanted to, maybe we could hang out? Like just the two of us?” She asked nervously.

“Sure! You wanna meet in my room and we can play video games?” He asked. Hana’s heart flipped in her chest, he had said yes!

“Sounds great, how about six o’clock?”

“Awesome! See you then, Hana” He responded before closing his locker and walking down the hall.

Hana screamed internally, that was so terrifying! But it was WORTH IT! She was going to PBG’s later and it would just be the two of them! She skipped back to her room, beyond excited for six to arrive.

PBG furiously straightened up the messy room. It was 5:55, Hana would be there any minute, and it was still a bit messy. She hoped she wouldn’t mind too much. He had convinced Jon to leave for a while so that it would just be him and Hana. He had decided this would be the night he would tell her how much he liked her. He started at a knock on the door. He rushed over and pulled it open.

“HANA!” he shouted. He immediately cringed at his stupidity. Hana giggled.

“Can I come in?” she asked shyly.

“Oh! Yeah of course, duh,” he said smacking his forehead. Hana giggled again. Things were going very well so far.

PBG looked at the clock. 7:13 pm. Hana had been there for an hour and he hadn’t made a move. He mentally beat himself up. Come ON man, she’s RIGHT THERE! He thought to himself. Hana was having a similar conversation with herself. She was startled when PBG said her name and pulled her out of her thoughts. 

“Hana? Can I tell you something?” she nodded. “I like you. A lot. I have for a while but I haven’t worked up the courage to tell you until now. And if you don’t like me I get it but I had to tell you, I just had to. And even if you don’t feel the same way I hope w-” 

He didn’t get to finish his monologue, before he had the chance to, Hana had reached up, placed her hands on his cheeks, and softly pressed her lips against his. PBG was shocked at first, but quickly wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her closer to him. She was incredibly soft, and very warm. When he pulled away, he looked at Hana shocked, then smiled the biggest smile.

“Well, it took you guys long enough,” said a voice. PBG and Hana whipped around to see Jon standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame, with a smirk on his face.

[jontron-is-beautiful]

Jonny and Me: Coping. (X READER)

I'm gonna make a small x reader fanfic series that involves you with Jon. I've written Jon related fanfics on Wattpad a year or 2 ago so I'm good at this ight? Ight. ------------------------- It wasn't too late at night when I get home from work. It wasn't exactly sunny, but not dark out either. That's usually how things are in the evening here in New York. I don't mind it too much, though, at least watching the sunset from our bedroom window was nice, now that we were in a house. ... I said our. Yeah. I've got someone! His name is Jon. He's a YouTuber, and he makes great content, at least in my opinion. I actually met him because one of my best friends used to watch him all the time and they invited me to PAX East last year, and after losing her in a crowd, I ended up running into Jon, and he helped me find her! Then he slipped me his number on the back of a napkin, and things went smoothly from there! Anyways, cute flashbacks aside, I just got home. I moved upstairs to our room and put my bag down on the bed. I noticed that it hadn't been made, and the pillows were kinda scattered. That wasn't exactly new, but I knew what it meant. I moved back downstairs and noticed Jon was on the computer. He had his elbow on the desk with his hand holding his head up lazily, his hand impatiently tapping on the desk. He let out a little huff. He seemed distressed. Getting a bit of a closer look, he's on Tumblr. Oh boy He doesn't even have a tumblr-- "Jon.." I called to him. He flinched a bit and turned the chair to look at me. He had his glasses on, and his hair was a bit messy. He was wearing just a baggy red Banjo-Kazooie shirt, and some black boxer briefs. Looks like he hasn't left the house at all. He's probably been editing a lot, though. "Yeah?" He asked before giving a small smile. "Glad you're home." "Thanks.." I smiled back before grabbing a chair and rolling it over to where he is, sitting down on it. "What're you lookin' at?" "Ehh.." He let out a quiet groan. "Friend of mine linked me to this post. These people are just...ugh.." He stopped himself. "What? More shit on Tumblr?" I ask with a little chuckle. "How bad is it this time?" I knew Jon might get a little worked up from this, but I can handle it. We both have certain levels of anxiety. Maybe that's why we get along so well. "Cause these fuckers are just--they're fuckin' rude." Jon stumbled a bit in his words. He does that when he's passionate or frustrated. "Actin' all high and mighty as if they've, like, ruined my career and then going after people that didn't even do anything! Why are people like this?" He frowned a bit, his hands gesturing anxiously to the screen before leaning back against his chair, running his fingers through his thick, dark curls. Jon had really gone through a lot these past couple months. I've gotten some of it too, yknow, being his girlfriend and all. It's been a little overwhelming at times, and he's helped me through it. I've cracked down more than he has, though. I frowned a bit as he stressful rubbed his forehead, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around his shoulder before chuckling a bit. "Okay this is awkward--wanna move to the couch?" I ask. He looked at me with a soft chuckle and turned off the monitor before getting up with me, moving to our couch. I sat down beside him as he wrapped an arm around me. I relaxed against his chest and smiled a him. "Everything's gonna be okay, yknow.." I reassured him. Jon smiled a bit and let out a soft sigh. "I know, it's just...exhausting and frustrating." He admitted. "Fuckers like those won't leave people alone. They didn't even do anything!" "I know.." I nodded a bit with a soft frown. "But your fans are just as stubborn as you." I giggled. "They'll be okay." "They're patient, I'll give em' that.." Jon chuckled a bit with a soft sigh of relief. "Can't wait till I get that video out. I really think everyone is gonna love it.." "Exactly!" I chirped with a grin. "People will be able to block that shit out eventually. I promise!.." Jon smiled a bit more to himself before his cheeks lifted up more as his smile grew. "Thanks, (Y/N).." He spoke to me with a warm smile. "You're welcome, Jon.." I replied back, returning the warm smile, then leaning up to peck his soft lips God, I really love him...

[macabreerudition]

X Did Nothing Wrong

In Which Ghostie Discusses How Demanding Respect for All Doesn’t Mean You are a Nazi Supporter

Equality  noun  equal·i·ty \i-ˈkwä-lə-tē\   the condition or state of being the same in number, amount, degree, rank, or quality (Source) Respect noun  re·spect \ri-ˈspekt\  <...> 2:  thoughtfulness or consideration  3: respects plural:  an expression of regard or courtesy. (Source)

(I took the definition at the “defined for kids” sections. I figured if I’m going to use this word I can at least use the definition that even children can agree with.)

 Lately, there have been many forms of defamation. Most of these come from slander based off of little but threads of truth. This includes flat out libel in the form of a The Wall Street Journal article about Felix Kjellberg. Or harassment of others claiming they are supporters of Nazism because they call for equality. At this time you can look away and keep yourself in an echo chamber, or you can take the time to educate yourself.

The article showed “proof” of Felix’s antisemitism from jokes from his PewDiePie channel. A claim I expect from a low-tier YouTuber using a twelve dollar USB webcam with literal tinfoil on their head as a protective cone against telepathy than a publication that has been around for 127 years. And I would link to the article and video, but you have to pay to read the lies. But, instead, I can link you to a reputable YouTuber who goes over the video and a less known publication’s article on the event and the aftermath Felix has to face. Sargon of Akkad has been one of my favorites for a long time. He often times will go out of the way to research topics he has chosen to discuss. Paste Magazine seems aptly named seeing as all other articles I could find from them echoed of rumor-filled, ragtag waste of paper you can find at the impulse section of your local markets. Their website is a cocktail of advertisements, an attempt to stay relevant a la an obvious inspiration from Buzzfeed’s nostalgia gimmick, and uninspired dribble about what other people are doing in the world giving an OK! feel to them. This is reporting I would expect from The Globe, not from Wall Street Journal. Your writing staff shouldn’t have me longing for the days where I can read about Batboy in Weekly World News. (A publication that has maybe a dozen correct articles under its belt after about thirty years. At least with Weekly World News, I would be willing to spend the buck and a half for entertainment.)

Other members of the YouTube community have come across such allegations throughout the popularity of the platform, it’s not really something really that new. In fact, Jon Jafari had come under fire with some claiming he was one to “Heil Hitler”. Again, the only evidence given is usually placed within jokes and misconstrued context. I really have yet to see any true malcontent coming from the comedian and reviewer from my own following of what he has posted online. I can’t say I am a key witness to a character examination when it comes to JonTron, but I can assure you over the seven years I have been a fan of Mr. Jafari’s I cannot see anything that would sully my high opinion of him.

And yet even others are being accused of being supporters of such truly heinous and deplorable world views simply due to their own opinions of respect and equality. Among them is Mark Fischbach, also known as Markiplier, who has recently posted a video on respect. His message, albeit very heavy-handed on relying on the Golden Rule, promoted that we think about others behind the screen and reiterated a reminder that most of us have grown up with by now:  our actions affect others, it matters neither it be online nor real life.

While viewing this speech, I was simply nodding and sighing, agreeing so much that it hurt. Alongside viewing it, my best friend for the better part of a decade now was ranting about how she doesn’t understand how people can be so cruel to each other. Both of us come from a rural, Midwestern background and grew up a literal hour or so away from each other. So, maybe, just maybe we’re biased? Then, how is it that when reading those two powerful words you, the reader, immediately nodded and agreed? Why is the Golden Rule so universal, yet so easily so disregarded if causes an inconvenience to you?

Inconvenience. I hate and love that word for it requires that the speaker is referring to the will of one person not matching with another’s will or a situation occurring to their liking. You would think I hate it when I’m inconvenienced with that mentality (which I still don’t care for it) but what is a better challenge for your patience and humility than admitting that you are not always in the right and that things are often out of your control? What is a greater chance to show your humanity than to treat another like a human being regardless of the situation? Period. That’s it. Just being a civil, kind, and humble being takes a lot of effort on your patience and swallowing your pride, but I have faith in you, beautiful people.There is nothing as too much effort in restoring Faith in Humanity. <3

[hazzasmut1]

Some ficlet I wrote to cheer up a friend

For the wonderful @island-of-dogs

Plop. A single tear rolled off your face and into the cold mug of coffee you were holding.  You’d been crying for God knows how long at this point.  Crying sucked.  You weren’t one hundred percent sure why you were sad, but damn, you wanted it to end soon. Sighing, you place the cup down on the floor and flop backwards onto the sofa, tears still streaking your face. Your thoughts were soon interrupted as you heard the front door to your apartment open and a voice shout out for you. Shit, you think to yourself as you wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your hoodie to try and make yourself look vaguely presentable. “(Y/N),” calls the voice, “which room are you in?” “I’m in the sitting room,” you reply as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the room you’re in. The door swings open and in swings your neighbour and best friend Jon, carrying a shopping bag full of snacks. “Hey (Y/N), are you ok?” he asks as he dumps his bag on the floor and plonks himself down on the sofa beside you. You look up at Jon, your face still damp from crying, and shake your head. Jon responds to this admission by hugging you tight and stroking your hair. “I’m sorry,” he says, holding you close. You bury your face in his chest, sobbing onto his t-shirt. “Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up!” You timidly look up at the older man as he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans.   “I’ve got a photo to show you, (Y/N). Let me see if I can find it”. Flicking through his phone, a smile eventually forms on his face indicating that he’d found it. “Take a look at this!” he giggles, thrusting the phone in your face. Looking at the phone, you take in the sight on the screen.  It’s a photo of Jon, dressed up in a princess costume, with his two beloved pet conures perched on his shoulders.  You can’t help but laugh at the sight before your eyes. “What the fuck Jon?” you ask in between guffaws.  “Are you a fucking Disney Princess now?” “Great, isn’t it?” he smirks.  “I knew you’d like it!” You nod, clutching your stomach and giggling. “Took me ages to get Jacques to sit where I wanted him to.  Goddamn, I love my birds”. You stop laughing at look at him, smiling. You know how important Jon’s pets are to him.  They’re like his family. “You know something, (Y/N)?” he asked solemnly, putting his phone away. You shake your head. “You’re my friend.  But sometimes, friendships don’t last.  I’ve had friends leave me before for petty fucking reasons, but you know what?  I’ve always had my birds.  And I know they won’t abandon me.” Poor Jon, you think to yourself as he runs a hand through his hair. “Friendships may come and go, but pets are forever.” You nod, and smile at this statement. Now Jon’s the sad one, as your sadness had vanished the minute you saw that stupid picture on his phone. “So,” Jon spouts, suddenly snapping back to his usual, happy self.  “Movie night. What are we watching?”

[hazzasmut1]

Another non smutty request

For @ragdoll-jontron

Crying.  That’s all you seemed to want to do at the moment. Doing anything else hurt and wore you down quickly.   You lay on your bed, your body aching from exhaustion, tears streaming down onto the pillow, your arms crossed awkwardly over your chest.  Rolling onto your side, you continue to let the tears fall.  You just want this feeling to go away and for everything to be better.  You hated feeling so scared and alone, especially when your friends were worried about you. Hugging your pillow tight, you lie there, completely still, and decide that maybe some shut eye might be good for you. You’re nearly asleep when there’s a knock on the door.   “Who is it?” you mumble sleepily. “Who do you think?” asks the voice on the other side as the door opens.  In walks your flatmate Jon, wearing boxer shorts and a baggy t-shirt.  He looks at you, a sweet yet awkward smile forming on his lips. “Is everything ok?” he asks.  “I heard crying and thought I might come and check up on you”. You sit up and look at Jon, your face slowly turning redder.   Oh god, you think to yourself, he heard me. Shit.  His opinion of me is going to go down the drain.  Oh no. All you can do is shake your head as Jon looks at you.  Walking over to your bed, Jon sits himself down on the end of it and shuffles up towards you. “What’s up?” he enquires, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You shake your head again before cuddling into him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to”. “I’d rather not,” you squeak as he holds you tight and strokes your hair. “It’s OK, (Y/N).” You can feel yourself getting tired again. You feel safe when Jon’s with you and you really just want to fall asleep with him holding you.  Asking him to sleep beside you seemed like such a silly thing to do though, as you were worried it might harm your friendship. However, you realised that if you didn’t ask him you’d never know what his answer would be.  You’d never know how he felt on the subject.  So of course, you decided to bite the bullet. “Jon?” you whisper, gazing up into his big brown eyes. “Yeah?” he asks, looking back at you. “Can you maybe sleep in my bed tonight?” Jon looks at you, a little puzzled, before smiling again and hugging you tighter than before. “Of course I will, (Y/N).  Anything for you”.

[hazzasmut1]

Not smut but my first songfic

Song - Glory of Love by Peter Cetera (from the soundtrack to The Karate Kid Part II). Dedicated to @jontron-is-beautiful & @island-of-dogs - thanks so much for supporting me and telling me not to give up.

Your first date.  Well, it wasn’t exactly your first date, as it wasn’t your first ever date, but it was your first date with Jon, the man you had just started seeing.  You’d met him at a friend’s house one evening a few weeks ago when you’d gone over for dinner and the two of you had just instantly clicked.  He was everything you had ever wanted in a man – tall, handsome, a little awkward, yet funny and willing to do anything to see you smile.  You’d talked  almost daily on the phone but your schedules had been so full you hadn’t been able to make time for each other until today. The two of you had gone to a karaoke bar for the evening.  It was Jon’s idea, not yours.  It was a bar he visited frequently, and most of the staff there knew who he was.  You’d heard him sing the day you met him, and his singing voice is one of the things that had initially attracted you to him. It was one of the most beautiful voices you’d ever heard on a man.  Rather than being flat and deep, his voice was so warm and cheerful and full of energy that you couldn’t help but love it. Yourself and Jon were sat near the stage in this bar, downing alcohol and watching person after person climb up onto the stage and belt out classic tunes.  Some of them were good, and some of them were downright terrible.  At one point during the evening, a group of girls had got up on stage and attempted to sing Bohemian Rhapsody, but had difficulty hitting some of the high notes during the song.  Everyone in the room laughed at their efforts, but luckily the group didn’t take it too seriously – they laughed along with the audience.  Once they got off the stage, Jon turned to you and smiled. “It’ll be my turn soon,” he says with a giggle. You frown. “But you haven’t handed a song to the MC,” you reply.  “They’re not just going to randomly pick you out of the audience because you’re a regular here or something.” Jon winks at you. “Oh trust me, (Y/N), I actually have handed in a song.  And it’s one I’m sure you’ll enjoy.” “What is it, Jon?” “Now that I can’t tell you.  But it’s for you.” You roll your eyes.  You weren’t a big fan of surprises, but you’d let it slide this one time.  You decided to let Jon know in future that you weren’t all that keen on that sort of thing. Two more abysmal acts and another vodka and coke later and  you were seriously wondering if you were going to get to hear Jon sing. “Jon, are you sure you weren’t lying to me?” you hiss. Jon nods. “Of course I wasn’t lying to you,” he says in reply, finishing his sixth pint of beer that evening.  “I’m going to sing.  Trust me.” “Good, because I came here specifically to hear you sing and I-“ Your sentence was cut short as the MC took to the stage again.  Standing in front of the karaoke machine, he picked up the mic and glanced down at the slip of paper he was holding with his other hand. “Now this song is a special request from one of our regular customers,” announced the MC, glancing over at your table. You blush and Jon grins as if to say “I told you so”. “Can we get Jon Jafari up here please?” he asks as Jon stands up and makes his way towards the stage. “Thank you,” says Jon as he makes his way onto the stage. “Now tonight, Jon is going to sing for us. Myself and the other staff know what he’s going to sing, but I’m not announcing it here because it will spoil the surprise for his date.” You turn beet red and hide your head in your hands, laughing awkwardly.  You only look up again when you hear Jon’s laughter coming from the stage, letting you know that he genuinely didn’t mean to embarrass you.  Picking up your vodka and coke, you lean back in your chair as the MC hands the microphone to Jon and strolls off stage. The bar suddenly went quiet as the opening bars of Peter Cetera’s Glory of Love sounded around the room.  It was a song you’d mentioned in passing to Jon – it held happy memories for you because your dad always used to sing it to your mum when you were younger.  Jon said to you that he knew that song from the second Karate Kid movie, but to you, it had always been your mum and dad’s song. Jon held the microphone to his lips and began to sing: Tonight it's very clear, as we're both lying here, there's so many things I want to say I will always love you, I will never leave you alone. You look up at the stage just as Jon gestures to you to come and join him.  Placing your glass down, you run up the steps and onto the stage, grabbing Jon’s free hand just as he starts the second verse: Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret, it breaks my heart to see you crying. I don't want to lose you, I could never make it alone. You look into his eyes and he smiles at you.  Pulling you close, he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead as he holds you close and gazes into your eyes, a smile forming on his lips as he sings to you: I am a man who will fight for your honour, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. You almost feel like crying.  You knew fine well Jon was singing this to you, and that it clearly had meaning to him.  He loved you. He genuinely wanted the best for you. Biting your lip, you rest your head on his chest as Jon holds you tighter and starts to sing again: You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all, I'm always strong when you're beside me. I have always needed you, I could never make it alone. At this point, the audience were swaying in time to the music.  Some people were even holding cell phones and flashlights up, waving them above their heads as the music played.  Jon, noticing what the crowd in the bar is doing, begins to sway too, his arm still around you as he reaches down to kiss your head again before belting out the second chorus:

I am a man who will fight for your honour, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. “Now here comes the good part!” Jon says to you as you gaze into his big, deep eyes.  You know exactly what the next verse is, and to hear Jon singing it would honestly mean a lot to you.  Still swaying, Jon opens his lips and begins to croon: Just like a knight in shining armor, from a long time ago. Just in time I will save the day, take you to my castle far away. The guitar instrumental blared out of the speakers as Jon wrapped both of his arms around you, spinning you around in a circle. You couldn’t help but smile at this action, breathing in against his chest as you danced together.  The two of you were so caught up in your dancing that Jon nearly missed his cue to come back in for the final chorus.   “Shit!” he cried out, before gently letting go of you and pulling the mic back up to his face to sing the last chorus of his serenade to you: I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We’re gonna live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. You look at Jon, again trying your best not to cry as you mouth a silent “thank you” to him.  Noticing this, he smiles a beautiful smile before gently singing the last few lines of what you now considered your song: We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. The entire bar erupted into applause as Jon finished singing.  Placing the mic down beside the karaoke machine, Jon bowed appreciatively to his audience, before pulling you in close against him.  You stand up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips gently against his, ruffling his thick dark curls as he wraps an arm protectively around your shoulders.  Pulling away from the kiss, Jon grabs your hand and leads you off the stage and back to your seats. “Did you like it?” he asks, pulling his phone out of his trouser pocket before sitting down. You nod as you carefully plop into your seat, tears now slipping down your cheeks.  Jon notices you crying and shifts his chair closer to yours, pulling you in towards his chest and stroking your hair as he does so.   “Don’t cry sweetie,” he says, holding your hand as you sob into his chest.  “Besides, I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We’re gonna live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love”.

[hazzasmut1]

Jon x reader - Lingerie shop

I’m going to hell.

“How about this one?” You’re in the changing room in a fancy lingerie shop, trying on new bras.  One of your old ones burst the other day and Jon, your friend with benefits, insisted on getting you a new one.  Good quality bras were ridiculously expensive, which is why most of yours came from supermarkets or cheap clothing stores as you didn’t have enough money to afford a nice bra that would properly hold your breasts up.  However, your darling fuckbuddy had been kind enough to take you to a posh underwear store to try and buy you a new bra.  You’d had a measurement taken by a sales assistant before selecting bras to try on.  The assistant had given you a few different bras to try on based on the measurements she had taken, and you had accepted them graciously, adding them to the pile of bras you has already accumulated.  The sales assistant had let him come in to the changing room with you after you casually lied to her that he was your boyfriend and he was treating you to some sexy lingerie.  Well, it wasn’t entirely a lie.  You were certain you would make that man your boyfriend one day, but you weren’t sure how yet. A face appears from behind the curtain of the changing cubicle, eyeing you up before frowning. “I’m not actually all that keen on that one, “ he grimaces, taking in the white, frilly number cupping your chest. “Too lacy”. You sigh. “That’s the fifth bra I’ve tried on today!” you shout at him, clearly disappointed he’s not taking this as seriously as you’d like.  “And I’m going to leave her with one, regardless of whether you like the design or not!” Jon rolls his eyes and steps away from the curtain. “Fine,” he says.  He’s clearly getting agitated with you for not being quick on deciding which bra to get.  You huff and choose another bra from the pile you’d picked off the shelf.  Jon hadn’t been looking at you as you pulled the undergarments off the rails – he’d been too busy playing a game on his phone. This had irritated you, as he was supposed to be the one buying you a bra.  Considering you guys were fucking, he obviously needed to know whether it looked good on you or not.  Sighing, you fasten up the back of the bra then ask him to come in. “What do you think, Jon?” you enquire as Jon looks on.  You can’t help but notice him smile a little as he takes in the pink, floral number you’ve just put on. “I, erm, I…I think it’s lovely,” he stammers, still grinning as you go to unhook it.  He swoops forwards and bats your hands away, tutting. “Hey, let me do it.” Slowly, Jon unhooks the back of your bra, pulling it off and hanging it on the peg in the corner of the cubicle.  You look at yourself in the mirror as Jon wraps his arms around you. “I honestly think this look suits you the best”. You blush at that comment, but you turn even redder as you feel Jon grinding softly against your buttocks.  He’s clearly enjoying this, as you feel his erection pressing gently against you as he chuckles softly.  You break away from his grasp and turn to face him, your cheeks slush with colour.  He responds by pressing his lips firmly against yours and holding you tight against him, his body heat causing you to feel all kinds of sensations.  You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, your fingers gently playing with his soft, freshly washed curls.  He bucks against you and you shudder a little as you feel his erection brush against your nether regions, then your stomach.  He’s clearly aroused now, and seemingly desperate for sex. You break away from the kiss, shaking your head as you do so. “Jon, darling,” you say, slightly sorrowful. “Not here.” He looks at you, grinning wickedly. “But you’ve said you always wanted to try having sex in public, (Y/N),” he retorted.   “I know what I said, and I’m really fucking nervous.” “But now’s our chance!” “But what if we get caught!” Jon laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Caught?  This part of the shop’s empty.  Why worry about getting caught?” You look up at his beaming, chubby face then down at his crotch and sigh.  Carpe diem, right?  To be fair, you had said to Jon you wanted to have sex in public.  Hell, he’d done it before, and had told you about it many times. Jon had described the rush he got from doing it as “exhilarating” and “spectacular”.  You’d told him you wanted to know first hand what it was like, after hearing about Jon’s amazing experience countless times.  Would it be as amazing as Jon had described it to you, or would it be a complete and utter disappointment?  Now was your chance to find out. “OK,” you finally say, causing Jon to let out a little chuckle.  “But we both have to be quiet, ok?” Jon smirks, before reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a condom.  You stare at it. “Why do you have that in your pocket?” you whisper, the silver foil of the wrapping glinting under the lighting of the cubicle. “I always come prepared,” he replies, leaning forward and kissing your neck ever so gently before shoving the condom back into the pocket of his trousers. You let out a nervous laugh which soon turns into a soft moan as he carefully bites your neck.  His teeth graze your sensitive skin and you realize for certain now that this isn’t such a bad idea after all. Jon continues to nip and suck on your neck, his arms sensually wrapping around your body, the heat from his torso warming you to the core.  You don’t feel any pain from what he’s doing to you.  Just passion and pleasure.  He knows not to be too rough with you, after all.  He’s been rough with you in the past, by complete and utter accident, but you soon put him in his place, reminding him that although he may have been rough with other girls in the past, not everyone likes the same thing, and that it would help if he could tone it down and just be gentle.

He stops kissing your neck and pulls away, clearly satisfied by what he had just done.  You weren’t too bothered if he’d left love bites on your neck.  It made you feel happy.  It showed everyone that Jon had chosen you to do that to, to tell the world “Hey, back off, she’s mine”.  You weren’t really his as such – the two of you were just friends who often enjoyed engaging in no strings attached sex.  Although, in a way, it felt like you belonged to Jon, what with how gentle and sensual he was whenever you made love.  You wished you did, as you’d harboured an intense crush on him from the moment you first met him.  You weren’t sure if you should act on those feelings, if you should ask him out or just outright tell him.   You admire Jon’s handiwork in the mirror. Your neck is a little red and bruised, and you rub it a little even though you know fine well it won’t come off. “Perfect,” says Jon with a smirk, before pulling you in to kiss you again.  His right arm moves down behind your back to gently fondle your buttocks, and you whine as he flips your skirt up and caresses your butt lovingly through your white lace panties. “Shh,” he says in a hushed voice, kissing your neck some more whilst moving his hand round to the front to your lady garden. You pull away and bury your head in his chest to stifle your moans as he slips his hand into your underwear and rubs your clitoris, his large, thick fingers probing your delicate area.   God damn it, you think to yourself, this is more fun than I imagined it would be. You  nuzzle further into his chest and wrap your arms around his fat chest to steady yourself as he inserts a digit inside of you. “Mmm, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers in your ear as you whimper into his bosom, squirming a little at his touch.  It feels so good, and you try your best not to make any loud noises.  After all, you really don’t want to get caught.  You haven’t even done what you came into this shop to do, which was buy a bra.  You really need a new bra as well, as you only have two to your name and neither of them are actually all that good.  The one Jon was going to buy you was meant to be a treat. He continues to prod inside of you, pumping his long fingers in and out.  It feels amazing.  His digits are just as good as any penis – hell, at this point you know you’re probably going to come on his fingers alone and you won’t want a second round with his dick.  Then, just as suddenly as he’d inserted his finger, he pulls it out before licking your juices off and unbuckling his belt.  Freeing his glorious weapon from its constraints, he gestures to you to touch him as he had touched you. “It’s only fair,” he whispers seductively. You reach down and take that wondrous pole in your hand.  This time, it was Jon’s turn to attempt to keep quiet, for he reaches forward and smashes his lips against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as you rub his length. You don’t want to make him cum – you’d rather he did that inside you and not all over your hands.  Your grip steady, your movements swift, you feel him shudder a little as he breaks away from you and lets out a gentle moan. “Quiet now,” you remind him, your delicate, feminine fingers stroking his length.  His amazing, stiff cock twitches a little in your hand as Jon leans forward and gently nibbles your earlobe, using this as an opportunity to tell you something you knew already – that he wanted to fuck you hard.  He told you he wanted to fuck you from behind, against the mirror that was mounted to the wall of the cubicle, so that you could take in the delicious sight of him pounding into you from behind. “But what if the mirror breaks?” you enquire, drinking in Jon’s tall, chubby frame.   “I’ll be gentle.  Now turn to face the mirror and bend down.” You turn around so that you’re staring at your semi-naked reflection in the mirror and bend down, your posterior jutting out behind you.  He lifts your skirt up from behind and eases your frilly white panties down over your arse, exposing your soft buttocks.   “Fucking perfect,” he says with a grin. You peek up and see him opening the condom wrapper, his pudgy fingers pulling it out of its wrapping and rolling it down onto his length. “You ready?” he enquires, reaching to grab your hips. “Not really,” you reply, anxiously. “What’s the matter?” “Poke your head outside and check there’s nobody there”. Jon pops his head out of the cubicle, glancing cautiously around the room.  A few seconds later, he’s back in, giving you the all clear. “Now are you ready?” Crossing your arms, you place them up against the mirror, resting your head on them.  You whine a soft “yes”, and you feel the tip of his glorious machine gently enter your moist, intimate area.  This causes you to sigh contentedly, as he pushes it all the way in and begins to thrust. “You’re so fucking wet baby,” he says lustfully, grabbing your hips and pounding against you.  Your pendulous breasts, free from their cage, slapped against the mirror. “Ouch!” you cried as they hit the cold glass. You could live with the discomfort of your tits constantly slapping against the glass, however, because you were getting sex from the man you so desperately wanted as a boyfriend.  Jon stops, clearly confused. “Did I hurt you babe?” he asks. “No you fat bastard!” you hiss.  “Fuck me!” Jon sighs slightly then continues, pushing his beautiful appendage inside of you.  His fingers dig into your fleshy hips as he fucks you, your chest slamming against the mirror all the while.  Goddamn, he feels amazing.  He always feels amazing. He bucks against you, his thick weapon penetrating you and probing deeper.  You peek up and look at yourself and Jon in the mirror.  There he is, that serious concentrating face he always seems to pull during sex, in which he looks like he’s contemplating the many mysteries of life itself.  There’s you, wanting so desperately to make noise, wanting so desperately to yell at Jon to fuck you as hard as he wanted.  You can tell Jon’s wanting to make noise too, for he’s biting his lip and sighing heavily every few minutes.  You’re still scared someone’s going to walk in on you, to watch the two of you in the act of making love, right there and then in the changing cubicle of a high end underwear shop.  Of course, it was still likely that someone could come in, however the shop was in a posh, secluded part of town and had been pretty much dead when the two of you had entered earlier on in the day.  You had asked the assistant who had helped you pick bras and who had shown you to the changing rooms to leave you both alone.  Swallowing nervously, you reach down to rub your clitoris, however Jon soon swipes your hand away. “I’ll take care of that babe,” he moans huskily, slamming into you as he slips a hand round and carefully massages your aching front.  You needed that.  You’d needed Jon’s touch right now so badly.  You needed him to make you cum, to lose complete control of yourself, to make you explode hard and collapse in a trembling, messy heap.  Of course, you’d made a promise to keep quiet, and quiet you decided you would stay.  Again, you really did not want to be found out, especially considering you hadn’t even bought a bra yet. Jon continues to rub you, his expert fingers making you jolt a little under his touch.  He continues to slam into you from behind, still grabbing onto you with his other hand.  God, he’s got such gentle, sexy hands, you think to yourself, however that thought slowly leaves your head as he removes his hand from your hip and gently smacks your buttock.  You moan a little and he chuckles. “Are you trying to get me to make noise?” you groan as he moves his hand back up to your hip.  Jon just laughs again, and you can’t help but notice him smirking as you look in the mirror. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t,” laughs Jon, speeding up.  His fingers flick against you quicker and he fucks you faster, and you’re very close to losing control and cumming. “Jon!” you splutter, your heart pounding in your chest as you try your best not to lose your composure and scream in the heat of the moment. Jon smiles a little, moaning softly. “It’s ok baby,” he moans, his thrusts speeding up.  “Cum for me.” You feels your knees buckle underneath you as your orgasm takes its hold on you, your legs trying their best not to give way and to hold you up against the mirror and against him.  You shudder, panting heavily, so desperately wanting to scream out his name as you cum, but you can’t.  It’s hard, and you feel a little ashamed at what you’ve just done. It’s not over yet though, for he has not finished, although you have a feeling he is close if what he just said to you is any indicator of the situation. He picks up the pace, his thrusting becoming quicker and more erratic. “I’m close,” he pants, removing his hand from your clit and placing it back onto your hip.  Although you’ve cum already, the idea of Jon finishing inside of you thrills and excites you.  You whine as he continues to speed up, your breasts hitting the mirror harder than before. Suddenly, and without warning, Jon leans forward and bites down had on your shoulder, his chubby stomach resting on the small of your back.  He’s fucking cumming, you think to yourself.  He knows he can’t make any noise, that’s why he’s doing this.  God, it feels so good though. A few erratic, forceful thrusts confirm your suspicions as Jon slowly pulls his still slightly erect prick out of you. You quickly pull your panties back up and turn to face him.  His face is redder than usual and he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat.  Resting your head on his chest and breathing in, you sigh happily, wrapping your arms gently around him. “Thank you, Jon,” you gasp, kissing his chest. Jon responds to this by embracing you too and you close your eyes, savouring this moment. Your happiness is interrupted by footsteps approaching your cubicle. Fuck, you think sadly.  That bloody sales assistant is back and we’re not even dressed. “Are you alright in there?” came a voice from the other side of the curtain.  “You’ve been in there an awfully long time!” “Yes!” you shout your reply, hastily fastening up the bra you came into the shop wearing and pulling on your blouse on top of it.  Jon fiddled with his boxer shorts and jeans until he was comfortably ready. “Alright, but please let me know if you need anything!” calls the shop assistant, the sound of footsteps soon following as she disappears out of the changing room. Jon looks at you. “Thanks, babe,” he smiles, pulling back the curtain and walking out.  You follow, holding onto the pile of bras you had picked out.  You hadn’t even tried half of them on, but that didn’t matter. You’d got to do something much better than that. The two of you reach the counter, grinning at each other, and catch the eye of the cashier, who smiles at the two of you. She has perfectly white teeth, which compliment her pale skin and blonde curls nicely. “Find anything you like?” she quizzes you, noticing the pile of bras in your arms. Jon pulls the one bra he liked on you out of your pile and throws it onto the counter, grinning. “We’ll take the matching panties too.”

[hazzasmut1]

Not smut but Jon x reader fluff

For @island-of-dogs. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I did try.

The movie blared out of the TV, all bright lights and dramatic music.  A bowl of freshly popped popcorn sat on the table in front of you, flanked by two cups of cola.  To your left sat your friend and flatmate Jon.  It was movie night for the two of you, and you were sat on the sofa, a blanket over your laps. The movie was boring as hell to you, but Jon was so engrossed in it he forgot you were there.  He rarely turned his attention to you for the duration of the movie, and he’d eaten most of the popcorn.  He hadn’t even been bothered by the fact that you’d be texting a friend throughout, only really glancing up if Jon asked you a question or laughed. When the movie finished, Jon flicked back through the channels to some generic music channel then turned to face you. “You alright?” he asked, noticing you were still glued to your phone. You look up into his big brown eyes. “I didn’t even watch the film,” you reply, tapping at the screen of your phone. “Oh.” “And besides, you weren’t really paying attention to me.” Jon looks at you, his face flushed red with embarrassment and shame. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness.  “I just thought you’d like this film as much as I do.” You look up at him.  He doesn’t look as happy as he did when he was watching that film. Maybe I was too harsh, you think to yourself.  I can’t stay mad at him forever. Shuffling closer towards him, you rest your head down on his chest.  Nuzzling it slightly, you sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t watch your movie,” you say apologetically, looking up so your eyes meet his.  Jon looks down at you and smiles awkwardly. “It’s ok,” replies Jon, stroking your hair as you wrap your arms around his chubby frame and cuddle into him.   He responds to this action by hugging you back, his big arms holding you close in a warm, comforting hug.  “Maybe next time I should pick a movie we’ll both like.”

[hazzasmut1]

Blowjob

Here you go @jontron-is-beautiful Sorry it’s so late. I might write a sequel or follow up chapter to this.

“And cut!” You let out a heavy sigh of relief when the director shouts those words.  Today had been the most nerve wracking day of your life so far, for today you were working with your crush, Jon Jafari.  You’d won a competition to appear on his Youtube show, JonTron, and today was the day you were filming your scenes.  Jon had flown you out to New York and put you up in a posh hotel out of the goodness of his own heart, and you were actually thankful he hadn’t offered to let you stay with him.  You hadn’t yet worked up the courage to tell him how you felt about him – you were nervous about how he may react.  Turning round to face Jon, you smile at him. “That was fun!” you chirp, grinning. “It sure was, (Y/N),” replies Jon.  “That’s you finished now, you can head back to your hotel if you want.” “I’d rather not.  Can I stay and watch you instead?” “Sure, but we’re not gonna resume filming for a little while, we’re having a break right now.” You nod, your eyes darting around the room as one by one the crew slowly leave the room. Maybe now would be a good time to tell him, you think to yourself as you look back at Jon, who had at this point left the sofa the two of you had been sitting on in the studio and was getting ready to go out. Jon catches you looking at him and grins. “You can come with me if you want,” he says with a smile.  “I’d rather you did.” Getting up off the sofa, you join Jon and make your way out of the building. As soon as you step out into the cool American air, Jon grabs your hand protectively. “Relax,” he says.  You turn crimson.   Is this really happening? you ponder as you stroll down the street, hand in hand with him.  You know he’s just holding onto you because New York City isn’t exactly familiar to you, and that because he technically invited you he feels as though it’s his duty to protect you.  You appreciate that, although you wonder if he knows how much you like him. I should tell him as soon as we sit down, you think as he leads you towards Starbucks. After a agonising half an hour wait, you’re exiting the coffee shop with your beverages and you still haven’t told him. You so desperately wanted him to know that you loved him and had done for a while, however your nerves kept getting the better of you.  Arriving back at the studio, the two of you look at each other, and Jon lets go of your hand and opens the door. “Ladies first,” he says with a smile. Again, you blush as you walk through the door. Jon follows shortly after, clutching his hot coffee. As soon as you enter the studio, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s still empty, you think, walking over to the sofa and sitting down on it. Jon does the same, and sets his coffee cup down on the floor beside him. I should tell him now.  After all, we’re alone.  Maybe I should ask when everyone else will be back though. “Jon?” you ask, nervously running a hand through your hair. Jon looks you in the eye, before taking your hand out of your hair and holding it gently in his own. “Yeah?” he replies with a smile. “When will the rest of the crew be back?” Jon pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket and looks at the display. “Not for another half an hour,” he replies. Phew. I can tell him now.  There’s time. “Jon, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Jon chuckles a little. “Go on then.” Your heart starts beating rapidly in your chest and your face reddens. “Really?” you ask, incredibly nervous at this point. Jon nods. “Alright.  I’ve had a crush on you for years now, and meeting you in the flesh has just made me like you even more.” Jon looks at you for a brief moment, then leans in and presses his lips gently against yours.   Pulling away, you look him in the eye briefly before wrapping your arms around him.  He responds by hugging you back. “Thanks for telling me that,” he says, smiling slightly.  “You’re kinda cute yourself.” You laugh, kissing him gently on the nose. “Thanks.” He pulls you close for another kiss, however unlike the last one, this wasn’t a quick peck.  His tongue gently entered your mouth as he held you flush against him, desperately trying to unhook your bra through your t-shirt.  Eventually he gets it open and breaks away from the kiss. Looking down, you soon understand why. He’s already erect, and it from what you can gather it’s impressive. “I’m sorry-“ you start, but Jon pushes a finger against your lips. “It’s OK.” Unzipping his fly, he pulls his erection out of his boxer briefs and you look at it.  It’s as big as you imagined.  Fuck. It looks beautiful.  You can feel yourself getting aroused at the mere sight of it. You look up at Jon’s face then back down at his glorious appendage.  You just want to take him in your mouth there and then, but you decide to ask him what he wants first. “Jon?” you enquire. “Yeah?” “What do you want me to do?” “Nothing,” he sighs, stuffing himself back into his underwear.  “I actually don’t think we should be doing this.” You look at him, pouting slightly. “Why not?” you huff. “This set is kind of personal to me, you know? It would feel wrong to defile it in this way”. You sigh and fumble with your bra, desperately trying to do it back up.  Jon catches you out of the corner of his eye and sighs in return. “I’m also worried about getting caught, OK? I hope you understand, (Y/N).” You nod, tears welling in your eyes.  You were so close to actually doing something to him, then this had to happen.  Then again, it was his set, so therefore he was the one who made the rules. Jon zips up his jeans, his painfully obvious erection still jutting out. “How are you going to take care of that?” you ask, gesturing to his crotch. Jon shrugs and looks at his phone. “The crew will be back in twenty five minutes anyway.” “I could take care of it for you,” you suggest, causing him to chuckle. “Well I do want to feel your lips around my cock.” Bending down towards his crotch, you pull his erect member back out of his underwear and take the tip in your mouth eagerly.  Jon lets out a lengthy, satisfied moan as you pull more of his erect length into your mouth. “Fuck,” he whines, thrusting a little. You laugh a little, causing you to nearly choke.  Jon peers down at you. “You ok?” he asks. “Mmm,” you say, still sucking.  He smiles. “Keep going.” You continue, swirling your tongue around his warm, stiff pole.  Damn, it tastes so good.  It’s probably the cleanest cock you’ve ever been near.  Jon’s satisfied moans confirmed that you were doing a satisfactory job, and that Jon was clearly enjoying what you were doing.  He places a hand on your head and strokes your hair as you bob up and down his penis. “You’re doing a really good job of this,” he groans, his thick fingers tightening in your hair.  You want to smile at this compliment, but your mouth is too full of his dick to do so. You continue to suck vigorously, taking as much as you can in.  An earlier attempt to take his entire length in your mouth had backfired spectacularly when you gagged and nearly vomited on him, so you made a mental note to not do that again.  Jon didn’t seem to mind, he was just sitting there next to you on the sofa, clearly enjoying what you were doing. Suddenly, and without warning, Jon begins thrusting up into your mouth causing you to almost vomit again. “I’m close, (Y/N),” he whimpers.  “Keep going.” You suck harder and faster, gripping his thigh to keep your balance.  Jon bucks up into your mouth, gently this time so as not to cause you any more discomfort, and lets out a loud moan as his jizz fills your mouth. Pulling away, you swallow it down as Jon catches his breath.  Surprisingly, it actually doesn’t taste that bad.  You sit up and place your head on Jon’s chest as he tucks himself back into his jeans. “Thanks” he sighs contentedly. “No problem, you reply, kissing his cheek. Jon giggles, still slightly out of breath, but happy all the same.  You turn to face each other, and Jon checks his phone again. “They’re going to be back in ten minutes, (Y/N),” he says, his gaze still fixed on you, as though he was eyeing you up. “Hey Jon?” “What is it?” “I might actually go back to my hotel room after all.”   You get up off the sofa and go to move towards the door.  Jon stands up too and presses his lips against yours. “Alright (Y/N), but I’m gonna pay you a visit as soon as I’m done here.” He gives you a quick peck on the lips then winks at you. “We’ve got some unfinished business to take care of.”

[hazzasmut1]

Jon x reader - The Hike (part 1)

This is gonna be a multiple part/chapter fanfic.   Here’s part 1.  

The rain poured down from the heavens, thick droplets splattering against your jacket and trickling down onto the ground.  You hadn’t anticipated this sort of weather, despite the fact that you had checked the forecast this morning and it had stated that there would be heavy rain. On your back sat a heavy backpack full of provisions and supplies, as obviously you’d need to stop and eat at some point during this hike.  Your friend Jon trailed behind you, his coat done right up to his chin, his chubby face peeking out from underneath the hood.   “We shouldn’t have gone out,” he gasps, shivering a little.  “It’s freezing.” You sigh, stopping and turning to face him. “Don’t be such a drama queen!” you retort, kissing him on the cheek when he finally catches up with you.  He giggles a little, clearly happy with what you had just done, before going back to miserable mode.   You notice a wooded area up ahead and point to it. “We can shelter in there for lunch,” you tell him.  He nods in response. The rain continues to pour down upon the two of you as you make your way towards the woods.  It seems empty in there, which is no surprise given the weather. The smell of the forest, all earthy and woody, enters your nostrils as you step past the first tree.  You look around.  Definitely nobody there, you think to yourself as Jon staggers in behind you.  Throwing your rucksack off onto the ground, you open it up and produce two blankets – one for sitting on, one to cover yourselves with.  You look at Jon, a knowing smile playing on your lips.  Jon looks at the two blankets, then at your face, and smiles too. “We’ll eat here,” you tell him, throwing the first blanket down and placing your damp rucksack on top of it.  Jon sits down on the blanket, pulling his hiking boots off and placing them to one side.  Stretching his legs out, he pats the blanket beside him, gesturing to you to sit beside him.  You oblige, pulling your own boots off and plonking yourself down beside him. “So, what do you want to eat?” you ask Jon, reaching into your backpack to get some food.  “There’s Nutella sandwiches, Doritos and a big bar of chocolate, which technically is for us to share, but if you want to eat the entire thing it’s yours”. Jon chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh. Naturally, you turn scarlet, and look round at him.  He gently kisses your lips, then pulls away smiling. “Oh, I don’t want food,” he smirks. You turn redder as his remark sinks in. Fuck.  He wants to eat you out.  Right here, on this blanket, in this forest, under a fucking tree.  You look around you.  Nobody’s here, you think.  Nobody’s here because it’s raining, and you’re out in the middle of nowhere.  You can be as loud as you fucking want without consequence.  Of course he’s going to enjoy it, and maybe you should just relax and enjoy it yourself.  It isn’t the first time you’ve had sex in a semi-public place after all. Jon looks at you with his big brown eyes and you smile. “I know what you want, darling,” you say with a smile.  “And believe me, you’re going to get it.  Right now, in fact”. Shuffling away from Jon, you undo your jeans before standing up to take them off.  Placing them in a neat heap on top of your rucksack, you sit back down beside Jon, pulling the other blanket you had brought with you over your legs. Gently cupping his face in your hands, you lean forwards and kiss him, his tongue gently entering your mouth and clashing with yours.  His arms carefully wrap around your torso, pulling you close, your breasts pushing up against his chest.  You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, and reaching a hand up to stroke his hair.  Even though it was damp with rain, his hair still felt nice under your fingertips, and you didn’t quite know why.  You feel a hand snake under the blankets towards your crotch and you let out a moan. Breaking away from the kiss, you rest your head on Jon’s shoulder as he rubs you through your panties. “Jon,” you whine as he slides his hand into your panties, fingers circling your clit, teasing you, making you wetter by the minute. “Yes?” he asks, stroking your hair with his free hand, his other hand working away at your clit. You don’t know what to say now except “fuck me”.  You’re far too aroused to hold a coherent conversation.  All you want is his lips and tongue kissing and licking every inch of your body, or his big, amazing appendage filling you up.  Pulling away from Jon, you unzip your coat and pull up your t-shirt, exposing your bra.  Jon responds by pulling his hand out of your panties and reaching up to squeeze your breasts.  You moan softly as he squeezes your lady lumps, your body writing a little under his touch.  He pinches your nipples and you whine out, desiring more pressure and pleasure.  Jon stops what he is doing then reaches inside your bra to pull your breasts out. “There we go,” he chuckles, kissing down your chest and taking your left nipple in his mouth.  He swirls his tongue around it expertly and you let out a breathy moan. “God damn it Jon,” you whimper as he licks and sucks on your breast.  You arch your back towards him, pushing against him. He takes your boob out of his mouth and begins to kiss down your stomach, all the while squeezing your right tit and digging his nails in a little.  His kisses feel nice against your stomach, his beard tickling your sensitive skin a little.  Although you’re horny as hell right now, you cannot help but laugh at his tickly beard. Unfortunately, this seems to ruin the mood, for he stops what he’s doing and stares up at you. “What?” he quizzes, raising an eyebrow. You shake your head, still giggling a little. “I didn’t say stop!” you shout, pissed off that he even thought he should stop. “Why are you laughing?  It’s a real mood killer, you know.” “Just keep going!” He nods, and continues to kiss your stomach, kissing a trail down towards your vagina.  Stopping at the waistband of your panties, he pulls them off, throwing them on top of your jeans.  Whipping the blanket off from on top of the both of you, he kisses along your waist, his soft tongue flicking out against your skin.  You whine in anticipation as he continues his journey down south, his tongue eventually swiping against your clit, causing you to let out a lusty giggle. “Fuck, that feels so good,” you mumble, clearly turned on and desperate at this point.  You needed him so fucking badly right now.  He was the one that had made you horny, and he was the one that was going to have to finish what he started. He continues to caress your sensitive button with his hot, wet tongue, his big brown eyes gazing up every so often to check if you were ok.  Your eyes were half closed in pleasure, your body relaxed against his grasp.  You clearly trusted him, and he knew that.  He was glad that you trusted him, because you knew it would have hurt him if you didn’t.  Considering you had been sleeping together for a good while now, you saw no reason why you could not trust him.  His tongue feels amazing against you, and you gasp out in surprise as you feel two fingers enter you. “Fuck!” you cry out in shock as he pumps his fingers in and out, ravishing your clitoris all the while.   You thrust against him a little, eyes still slightly shut.  You know you’re going to cum pretty soon at this rate, and you really don’t want it to happen any time soon.  You’re enjoying this moment far too much. Your body suddenly tenses up however as you reach your climax, jerking and shuddering as he withdraws his fingers. Your breathing heavy, you call out his name as you cum, writhing about on the blanket as he plants soft kisses against your lady area, giggling a little as he does so.  You really don’t want him to laugh, it’s not exactly funny, but at this point you know it’s just his way of doing things and that you should really just learn to accept it.  Planting one final kiss against your crotch, he pulls away from your still shaking body and grins up at you, his deliciously dark eyes sparkling with delight at what he had just done. “You enjoyed that?” he asks, smiling. You nod.  Jon sits up beside you, and pulls the blanket over the two of you. “I’m kind of hungry now.  Let’s take a little break and eat lunch, shall we?”

[skeleton-closet-writers-blog]

✫Start of Something New✫ | JonTron x Female!Reader

(Screenshot from this video on YouTube)

Word Count: 1,818

Author: moonshine ❤

Description: As requested by an anonymous user on Tumblr, I present yet another JonTron fanfiction! The anon didn’t give me any details regarding the actual content for the fic, so I just wrote whatever came to mind. The prompt I made up for this fic –> “You sing karaoke with JonTron at VidCon.”

Author’s Note: For the sake of the plot, the reader can sing/act/perform very well. Also, you have to look at this, and any fic I write, like an AU of our world…because a lot of real-life facts I put in here doesn’t exactly coincide with real life’s timeline.

What is Interactive Fics? It’s a Google Chrome extension that you can get [HERE]. With this, you’ll see your actual name and other info instead of seeing these abbreviations littering fanfictions; Y/n, L/n, E/c, etc.

I kinda left this one open in case any of you are interested in having more added to it. I know lots of people read these fics for him, and they all say “there’s not enough JonTron reader inserts out there!” Honestly, I was one of those people until I got stubborn and impatient, so here I am, writing my own JonTron fics so that there’s more out there. Let me know if you’re interested in reading more parts? Ta-ta for now!

You and your best friend were finally at VidCon, the place where YouTubers come to meet their fans and speak at panels about upcoming content. You were never able to go before with travel expenses and being able to actually get the weekend booked off of work. You and your friend planned for this trip for a few months now, and now that you’re finally here, you can’t get the hamster’s doing somersaults out of your stomach.

You both walk through a big room with multiple stands set up for various YouTube channels. The room is bigger than any banquet hall you’ve ever been to; it compares to the size of a warehouse. A small stage with a simple sound system and generic backdrop catches your friend’s attention, and they tug on your arm to get you to notice it.

“What do you think the mini stage is for?” your friend wonders out loud.

“I dunno,” you cross your arms, “I’m assuming you wanna check it out though.”

Your friend smiles and nods, and you both slowly approach the front of the stage. There’s a small crowd loitering in front of the stage, but nobody seems to even know what it’s set up for. Everyone is just waiting around, talking amongst themselves as they all wait for the big reveal of the stage’s purpose.

After standing with your friend in the front of the small crowd for five minutes, you turn over to them saying, “maybe we should leave. It doesn’t look like much is happening here –”

Just then, a guy walks on stage with a microphone, tapping it to get everyone’s attention.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome to a new fun thing we run here at VidCon! It’s a little thing called karaoke!” the guy says with a huge smile. Everyone laughs, sarcastically groaning and rolling their eyes at the reveal. You and your friend look at each other, laughing at the unsuspected surprise.

“Now, to kick this off, I’m gonna pick two random people to sing for us,” he explains while holding his hand over his eyes, scanning the crowd for two unfortunate souls to embarrass themselves. He stops, pointing in the general direction far behind you to the left. Everyone turns to face where the guy is pointing as he says, “hey, JonTron! You can sing! Come here and help start this karaoke party, will ya?”

“No thanks, I’ll pass,” you hear Jon respond. You are subscribed JonTron, but you wouldn’t describe yourself as a super fan or anything. You hear some people cheer him on, urging him to go on stage, and you and your friend decide to join the audience. If there has to be one thing that you and your friend like the most about this YouTuber; it would have be his talent for singing.

“C’mon, Jon. They all wanna hear your amazing voice!” the guy urges on. You haven’t figured out if this guy is just a YouTuber you haven’t heard of, or if he just works at VidCon as some sort of activity director.

“Karaoke isn’t for singing well, it’s something you do while you’re completely drunk out of your mind,” Jon rebuttals, causing everyone to laugh.

“Sing well - don’t sing well, I don’t care. Just c'mon!” the guy urges one last time. Just then, you hear Jon struggling while Arin from GameGrumps drags Jon to the stage with a hilarious smirk on his face. The small crowd roars with applause as Jon stumbles on the stage, looking out at the crowd like a deer caught in the headlights. The guy on stage leads Jon to one of the mic stands set up, and then leans on the other one.

“Alright, who’s gonna be our lucky candidate the to sing with the one and only, JonTron?”

Suddenly, a couple dozen hands shoot up with some loud screaming from many eager fans. Most of the fans waving their hands and screaming are female, but you notice a few eager male voices in the crowd as well. You didn’t realize your friend was eagerly pointing at you as quickly as the guy on stage did. He suddenly grabs your hand, and pulls you on the small stage, catching you off guard. You shoot your friend a bitch face as you’re positioned behind the microphone to Jon’s left. The guy quickly asks for your name, and you give it with a blank expression. The nerves start kicking in, and you don’t know if you should let yourself sing horribly or actually try.

“Alright, we have Jon and Y/n here to start off karaoke at VidCon!” the guy receives a loud cheer from the crowd that has gotten much larger since the guy first stepped on stage. You notice more people in the distance watching from afar, and some even manoeuvre their way into the ever-growing crowd.

You gulp nervously as the guy walks off stage to his DJ stand, which you realize probably controls all of the instrumental tracks. You notice the two screens in front of you and Jon off stage turn on, and you realize the screen appears behind you as well since everyone laughs at the song displayed.

The instrumental of “Start of Something New” from “High School Musical” starts playing over the PA system, and you nervously look at Jon for a moment. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, looking like he’s gonna quit at any given moment. You shoot your glance back at the screen in front of you, counting down to the start of the song.

5…4…3…2…1

“Livin’ in my own world, didn’t understand,” you hear Jon’s voice echo through the speakers. He’s not really trying to sing at all; it’s sounds more like a monotone talk-sing. Laughter erupts the room as more people flood into the crowd.

‘Oh, God…’

“That anything could happen, didn’t take the chance.”

You have to make a quick decision as he sings the end of his part.

‘Do I actually try to sing? Or do I talk-sing like Jon to emphasize how awkward this is?’

‘Fuck it…’

“I never believed in, what I couldn’t see,” the crowd’s laughter dwindles down gradually as they realize your voice isn’t half bad. Jon even double takes, looking at you with a small smile on his face, “I never opened my heart,” you feel Jon’s eyes on you still as he sings an ‘Ohh’, “… to other possibilities…ooh…”

“I know, that something has changed…” Both of your voices sound harmonious, causing some people to whistle and cheer at how nice you two sound together. Most people, including yourself and Jon, chuckle at the cheesy irony of the moment with the song.

‘This is so cliche. The guy clearly put this song on as a joke, and we both end up doing a decent job at the song…exactly like what happens in the movie… How ironic?’

Throughout the song, you and Jon mockingly recreate the scene from the movie with perfect attention to detail. You both even recreate the part where he causes you to back up to the edge of the stage, almost falling over like in the movie. The guy running the show catches on to what you two are doing, and gives you a good shove back onto the stage, causing more uproars of cheers and laughter. You two also start belting at some point, still singing harmoniously together.

By the end of the song, you both lower your microphones, looking deeply in each other’s eyes to recreate the movie moment. The crowd roars, and you both burst out laughing with crimson faces. You finally look back out at the crowd, and notice that it has gotten much larger; so large, in fact, that the surrounding booths are almost blocked off because of people trying to squeeze into the audience.

People suddenly start chanting incoherently for a few moments until it becomes loud and clear. “Encore! Encore! Encore!”

You look over at Jon with a crooked smile.

“Are you up for another?” Jon asks you through the microphone.

“I’m in if you’re in,” you reply with a shrug. The crowd erupts in another wave of cheering, and you and Jon look over to the guy running the show.

“Do we at least get to pick the song this time?” Jon asks.

“No,” the guy says with a knowing smirk. Everyone, including you and Jon, burst into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, Arin approaches the guy, whispering what you assume is a song request in his ear before the guy nods and searches through the music library. You notice the screen change color as a new song title pops up. You all laugh as “Firework” by “Katy Perry” appears on the screen. The instrumental track starts playing, and you and Jon take a breath to calm yourselves before another performance.

You both harmonize again; this allows Jon to not strain his voice as he sings an octave lower than you. By the final chorus, you both basically scream it, making ridiculous faces at each “ah, ah, ah” part. And then, you both knowingly look at one another as the ending approaches, and you both scream, “DINO CITY IS A GA-AH-AME!”

The crowd loses it, laughing instead of cheering as the song comes to an end. The laughter soon transitions into another round of applause, and Jon reaches out to gesture for a high five. You eagerly give him a high five, and then you both put you mics on their designated stands.

Before leaving the stage, Jon grabs your hand for a handshake. He quickly leans in, catching you off guard as his lips ghost your right ear.

“You’re very talented. What’s your name, again?” Jon yells in your ear so you can hear him over the crowd. He backs up a bit so you can lean towards his left ear to respond.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n,” you say matter-of-factly before backing up to look into his eyes. You both smile as you finish your handshake, not breaking eye contact in that moment.

In reality, you two maybe starred for three seconds, but you’re pounding heartbeat made time stand still in those three seconds. His skin looks smooth, and very youthful for someone in their late twenties. His eyes are dark brown, but the lights in the room causes them to have a golden shimmer around the outer rim of his irises. Based off of where you stand in height, you guess he must be a few inches under six feet. ‘Maybe 5’11?’, you silently ask yourself. His smile is hypnotizing; it charms you into feeling warm and fuzzy in your core. You’ve never let loose like that with a stranger before, but it was so easy to be yourself around Jon for some reason. You both have the same sense of humor, and you both clearly know how to entertain a large crowd. You were a theater kid in high school, always wanting to entertain people so they can forget about suffering in life for a little while.

Before you know it, you both part ways, and return to your friend while he wanders off to his small crew. Your friend shakes you excitedly, saying how amazing you were and how they also made new friends in the audience while you were singing with JonTron.

You politely introduce yourself to the group your friend has befriended, however, your mind is still on the stage with Jon as they all converse with one another. You silently wish to yourself that you can perform something with him again as you and your friend walk towards the cafeteria with your new buddies.

[hazzasmut1]

Another request

This one’s for @egalitarian-jontron

PING! Your phone springs into actions as a text message arrives.  Looking at the screen, you gasp as you realise who it’s from. “Jon?” you whisper to yourself. You’re bored as fuck and Jon, your closest male friend who you also happened to have a crush on, was out of town.  He very rarely texted you when he was away, unless it was an emergency. That’s not like him, you think to yourself, opening the text. Hey babe, check this out. You blush.  Babe?  Was he drunk? Was he hitting on you?  Was he drunk and hitting on you?  You realise that Jon hasn’t included whatever “this” is, and you’re about to tap out a reply when another text suddenly pings onto your phone. Whoops, forgot to send this.  Love you. X Ok, you think to yourself, he’s most definitely drunk.  Staring at the text, you notice there’s a video file attached. You wonder if it’s the “this” Jon was on about in his first text.  You ponder about whether or not to open it before wondering what harm could come from opening it up.   It’s probably a video of him and his friend, you think before tapping on the video attachment.   The video began to play.  On the screen was Jon, his face red and his hair all fluffy and tousled.  Nothing new here.  Except for the fact that Jon’s face was redder than usual, and that only happened if he was drunk. “I was right!” you laugh out loud, as Jon drunkenly waves at the camera.   “Hey (Y/N)!” Jon chirped from inside the screen.   You blush and jokingly say hello back. However, nothing could really have prepared you for what was about to happen next. The Jon on the screen, phone in one hand, began to undo his belt with the other, giggling all the while.  Pulling his zipper down, he yanks his cock out of his boxer briefs. “Oh god!” you say out loud.   He’s already rock hard.  You have no idea what the fuck he’s been thinking about to get him that stiff, and you have no idea what he’s thinking about right now, but there he is, erect cock out and jerking off, his chubby hands tugging at his thick length. You can feel yourself getting turned on at this.  Why had he sent you this though?  Was this his way of saying he liked you?  Your chain of thought is stopped abruptly when you hear contented moaning coming from your phone. “Ah fuck yes, (Y/N), I’m gonna cum,” he groans. You gasp.  Did he just say your name as he was jerking off?  Better yet, was it as he was cumming?  You look at Jon on the screen again, cum now spurting out of his dick as he whines your name.   Fuck, you think to yourself excitedly, he was thinking about me. “Hope you enjoyed that babe,” video Jon says as he stuffs his cock back into his pants.  “Love you.” “Love you too,” you reply, before hitting the replay button.   Well then, you think to yourself.  Tonight’s gonna be a fun night.

[hazzasmut1]

Outtake from the fic I am currently writing

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Mexican Hat Dance begins to play.   Jon begins fucking you harder, somehow able to keep a straight face.  You, on the other hand, cannot stop laughing, despite the fact that you’re meant to be having a sensual time with the man. “Jesus Fucking Christ Jon!” you snort.  “Is this some kind of joke?”

[hazzasmut1]

Another non smutty request

For @jontron-is-beautiful

You’d just sat down at your computer after a lovely day out with your friend with benefits, Jon.  You’d both had a lovely day out – you’d shared a picnic in the park, followed by a lovely long walk and a stop at the ice cream van before heading home.  Clicking on the browser icon on the desktop, you immediately log into twitter and notice you have 10 new notifications. Jeez, you think, I wonder what I tweeted to garner that much attention. Clicking the notifications tab, you were expecting nice messages or jokes from your friends and followers.  Instead, while you were out, you’d been bombarded with messages calling you every name under the sun. Oh shit. Not again. You look at the tweets, each one harsher than the last.  They all seemed to be coming from adults.  It’s almost like people forgot you were still young.  You have no idea what you did wrong, but people seemed to be picking on you for no reason.  Jumping up out of your chair, you rest your head on your wardrobe and smack it, tears falling down your cheeks and plopping onto the carpet below. Jon obviously hears you hit your wardrobe because a few seconds later he pops his head round the door.  At first he’s all smiles and joking, but as soon as he sees you crying his jokey demeanour disappears. “What’s wrong?” he asks, prising you away from the wardrobe and into his arms.  He strokes your hair comfortingly as you cuddle into him, sobbing. All you can tell him is that people online are giving you gyp, and you just wish they’d stop as it had gone on for far too long and at this point it was really beginning to affect you. “It’s almost like they forget I’m human too,” you cry as he kisses your forehead.  “I wish it would all just stop.  I’m sick of it.” “You wanna know something?” Jon asks. “Sure”. “You’re human to me.  Without a doubt.  And I love you, (Y/N).  I love you more than anything else in the world.” You stop crying and look up at Jon, pressing your lips against his as he holds you tight against his chest, his arms enveloping you in a warm, firm embrace. “Thank you,” you reply as you break away from the kiss, staring into Jon’s deep brown eyes as you do so. Jon chuckles, ruffling your hair. “Don’t mention it, babe.”