#jonr

“Will you stop wiggling?” Jon laughed as he tried to finish his painting.

“I’m sorry but the brush tickles,” you told him squirming around, unable to focus on your own art.

“Oh, really? How about this?” Jon asked, poking a clean brush under your shirt and tickling your side.

“Jon!” you squealed in a fit of giggles, flinging your paintbrush as you did so. You turned to shoot him a look but could only laugh as you noticed your paintbrush covered in red paint had ended up in his hair.

Pairing: Jon Risinger x Reader

Prompt: “You’ve never had a white Christmas? Well, we’re going to fix that.”

Word Count: 430

Requester: @orangesherbert06

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going?” Jon laughed as he threw his bag in the trunk of your car.

“And I’m not gonna. What part of surprise are you not getting?” you stuck your tongue out before shifting your bags so you could close the trunk.

Jon sighed and looked over at you, “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

The car ride was typical. You and Jon sang classic rock songs and a few pop hits off key. You talked about everything and anything. You could tell though in a couple of exits that Jon was going to possibly know where you were headed so you threw a blindly at him.

“Put this on,” you told him.

“What?” Jon looked down at the mask down in his lap. “Did you get his from On The Spot?”

“I may have borrowed it. Put it on. I don’t want the surprise to be ruined,” you told him before looking over your shoulder and switching lanes.

“Are you taking me to Disney?” Jon joked but slipped on the blindfold.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you told him.

You didn’t have much further to go luckily. You cranked up the heater a little more as you started to see snow on the ground.

You finally found the cabin you had rented for you and Jon.

“Okay. We’re here but hold on,” you told him as parked the car.

You turned off the car and slipped out of your seat. You ran over to Jon’s side, shaking with anticipation. You opened his door and he shivered as the hit rushed out.

“Jesus that’s cold. I’m guessing not Disney,” Jon commented as he slipped out of the car. A soft crunch under his feet caused curiosity to get the better of him. He pulled off the blindfold and gasped as the picturesque snow covered cabin came into view. “What’s this?”

“It’s you ruining the surprise,” you punched his shoulder for removing the blindfold, “But seriously you said you never had a white Christmas so I figured we’d better fix that. I rented the cabin for the weekend. Even got it decorated so I figured our first Christmas together could be a magical one right out of a Hallmark movie.”

“I love it,” Jon pulled his eyes away from the view long enough to look down at you and plant a kiss on your lips, “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.

You stood behind your roommate watching him carefully as he closed his eyes, singing to the tune he was playing. He must have thought you were out because he very rarely played when you were home. You were melting a little at the sound of his voice.

As he finished you clapped and he jumped, realizing he wasn’t alone. He turned to you with a sheepish smile, “Sorry. Thought I had the apartment to myself.”

“No! Don’t be sorry,” you told him walking over and taking the spot on the bench next to him. “I honestly wish you played more when I was around. You play and sing beautifully. Can you teach me a little?”

Jon’s cheeks were pink from your compliment but you didn’t even notice as you scanned over the keys, “I suppose I can teach you a little something but you have to sing.”

Pairing: Jon Risinger x Reader

Word Count: 459

Requester: Anonymous

A/N: You can make a request for Fictober here!

You gave the handsome blue-eyed stranger another smile, it was hard not to when he was so charming.

“Maybe if you said angel I’d believe you but the devil? The actual devil?” he raised an eyebrow as you stirred your drink.

You gave the dark, long-haired stranger an amused look, “Technically the devil is an angel but why can’t you believe I’m the devil?”

“Well, for starters you are way too pretty and your face is way too sweet for any sort of evil,” Jon pointed out.

“Isn’t that the best way to trick someone though? To seem like something I’m not,” you explained.

“Okay, fair enough but then why tell me the Queen of Hell is flirting with me then?” he asked.

“I can’t have a little fun. I was hoping to take you home tonight. Have the best sex of your life then maybe make a deal for your soul,” you told him honestly. It was honestly so cute that humans never believed you.

“My soul? That’s pretty powerful,” Jon mused. “What kind of things can I get for my soul?”

You ran one of your hands up his leg, “You? Quite a bit. Your soul is pretty pure. I’ll let you do the imagining.” You sat closer to him and nipped at his earlobe before whispering into his ear, “I’m just here to make all your fantasies come true.”

Jon’s eyes widen and he quickly pulled out his wallet and paid for your drinks, “My place?”

“Perfect,” you purred.

You let Jon lead the way back to his apartment, pretending to stumble a little here and there. It was a shame alcohol didn’t effect you. Humans always seemed to have fun drinking themselves into a stupor.

“Here’s my place,” Jon finally stopped at a run-down apartment.

He started to fumble with the keys when you pulled him close and planted a kiss on his lips. He seemed surprised but managed to kiss back, eagerly as he finished opening his door.

The two of you stumble back into his home. He shut the door and you followed him a few steps in and then felt a barrier blocking you from Jon.

“What is this?” you tried pushing forward.

“I got to admit. I’ve caught a couple demons before but I never expected to get the devil. And so easily too,” he chuckled.

You looked down at the floor and noticed familiar markings. You sighed to yourself, feeling stupid you had gotten trapped so easily but Jon was not like any of the demon hunters you’ve met before.

“I will get out and you’re dead,” you threatened. “Let me out now and I’ll make it quick.”

“Again?!” Jon shouted in exhaust at the doorway staring between you and Barbara.

Your legs were wrapped tightly around Barbara’s waist, her hands were up your shirt, and her mouth was on your neck making a nice purple make.

“Sorry,” you blushed, untangling your legs but Barbara was far from finished and slid her hands to your thighs to prevent you from sliding off the desk.

“I mean, I think you’re just doing it on purpose at this point. You do realize this is my office,” he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“We thought you were gone for the day,” you explained.

You blinked a few times, adjusting the morning light. You groaned and stretched, hitting something or, well, someone.

“Good morning,” Jon chuckled, being a good sport even after getting hit in the chest first thing in the morning. He must have already been awake since no sane person is that happy about being punched awake.

You rolled over and gave him a reluctant smile and pulled the covers over your head, “I totally forgot you were here and I just remembered why I never wanted you to stay the night. I so did not want you seeing me first thing in the morning.”

Jon chuckled again and pulled down the bed sheets, “Why? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You peered up at him to see if he was kidding but you could see he was completely sincere, “You’re a weird one.”

You could tell something was on Jon’s mind as he had been chewing his lip through most of the movie. You paused the movie and tried to catch his eye, “Are you okay there?”

“You love me, right?” Jon blurted, looking up at you finally.

“Yeah. Of course. Is everything okay?” you tilted your head trying to figure out where he was going with this.

Jon scooted closer, into your personal space, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you confirmed.