#shawpriya

dbfthal that..

calls you ‘baby’ when he’s frustrated over something as you’re arguing.

always has his arm stretched out along the seat instead of around you when you sit with him.

praises and means it, making sure you believe it just as much as he does.

has a knack for physical touch. always a hand on the small of your back during red carpets, holding your hand just walking into a restaurant, playing with your hair laying next to you before you’ve woken up.

will always let you know he’s listening, even when he’s tired. “mhm?” “oh, yeah?” his one thought is you when he’s listening, and if not, you occupy most of his brain.

always takes his time when he kisses you. he doesn’t want to make it feel half assed, so he has his hand on your cheek, or your jaw, and slowly kisses.

kisses you on the head every time he’s heading out somewhere, and loves breathing you in from your hair. being around you is enough to set him off, but he loves every part of you.

always has a certain kind of grin on his face when it comes to you. laughs a certain way whenever you tell a joke, even if it’s a stupid one.

always texts you back, even when it’s something stupid, he’ll just send some corny gif. he loves making you laugh, and he loves it even better when you’re laughing and turned on.

BASEBALL ⚾️ ✴︎ JON BERNTHAL X READER

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✴︎ an alternative to the term “shotgunning,” although under the same meaning, meaning to blow smoke into someone else’s mouth. definition given to me by my friend.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✴︎ he sees you by his pool (you’re sleeping over at his house again) when you’re supposed to be in bed. he thinks he’s come out here alone to smoke, but then he has the idea of sharing his blunt with you. AYYYYY ✌️✌️✌️

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 & 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑

1. i do not support jon as a person. i just think with the way his behavior is in interviews and such that he gives dbf vibes. pls dont cancel me.

2. tags r praise, kissing, talking you through it, age gap, getting high (does that count?) real people fan fiction, (rpf) jon is reader’s dad’s best friend, (dbf) oneshot/blurb, and this is reader’s first time smoking. word count 1,061. also non proof read. constructive criticism always appreciated.

You’re up late, your feet dangling in a mansion on the hills in LA’s pool while your ass sits on the pool’s edge. Unbeknownst to your dad’s best friend (whose house you’re having a sleepover at for the umpteenth time) Jon, he walks out with a blunt from his big house. He gradually walks over to the pool, looking down at you in a t shirt that says “If you want peace, prepare for war” and grey sweatpants, white socks on that you imagine are long, given how often he wears those stupid types of socks.

He speaks, pulling you from your quiet thoughts as you stared out at the bright teal pool water, the glow illuminating your features.

“What you doing up? I should tell your daddy you’re up so late.”

You roll your eyes, but continue staring into the water.

He continues after a bit, regardless of your no response.

“Was coming out here to smoke on my own, but.. ah, you ain’t gonna tell on me, are you?”

“Why would you get in trouble for smoking around me?”

You reply.

“Jus’ bein’ extra careful of your dad, you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You decide, as a little quiet settles in and begins to pass.

“You mind if I sit next to you?”

He speaks up again.

“No, not at all.”

He takes a seat next to you, except for the fact that he has his feet on the edge instead of in the water like yours were.

“I love you, little lady, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know.”

You reply softly. Another set of quiet thickens over the open space where you two sit.

“Hey, weird question. You, um.. you ever smoked before?”

He asks, endearingly, somehow, taking a hit off his blunt. His puppy dark brown eyes are soft and his lips are somewhat curved into a sheepish grin.

“Um.. no.”

“You wanna try it? I promise you it isn’t gonna hurt.”

“Well.. what if I don’t know what to do when it hits?”

“I got you, girl, don’t even worry about it.”

He says, laughing softly. It turns you on, but you don’t comment on that, obviously.

He rubs the back of your shoulder.

“Here, try it. I want you to try not coughing, alright?”

“That’s probably gonna be hard..”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Just give it a second, it’s gonna be strong.”

You oblige, gently putting the blunt to your lips to take a hit. As the smoke enters your lungs, you’re already struggling not to cough.

“Come on, baby, you got it.”

He says, rubbing your back. Surprisingly, you manage not to, even though now your face is a little red and your eyes are watering.

“Attagirl. Knew you were a pro, baby.”

He congratulates, kissing your forehead.

From there, you two take 3 or 4 more hits, and at that point, he gets an idea.

“Hey, you, uh.. you ever seen people pass smoke before?”

“Like.. what we’re doing right now?”

You ask, confused.

He laughs, his laugh that of a frat boy’s. Weirdly, since he’s older, it inherently makes it sexier to you. You never were attracted to guys your age, anyway.

“No, no, it’s like.. uh.. how birds eat food together, and shit.”

“Like.. feeding it to each other?”

Your face contorts a little in disgust despite being lightheaded from the blunt and you slowly blink.

“I-I mean.. I guess. But it’s not weird, I promise. I just kinda.. I don’t know, like, blow the smoke into your mouth after I take a hit. I swear on my mother this shit isn’t weird. See, where I’m from, we call it baseballin’. You’re putting one thing in another place, and so, in other places, they call it shotgunning. But it’s the same meaning, so who gives a shit, you know?”

He laughs again, endearing as it was whenever he’d first started to sheepishly grin at you.

“Anyways.. yeah, you can if you wanna. You don’t have to, but I’m tellin’ you, it feels real good.”

“Um.. I guess so, yeah. As long as you don’t, like, spit in my mouth.”

You reply, snorting as the effects of the blunt kicked in little by little.

“Alright, there you go. C’mere.”

He watches you scoot over, putting an arm around your waist. He puts his other hand on your jaw, occasionally moving the hand on your waist to take hits off the blunt.

“I want you to take a deep breath for me, you got that? Try it for me.”

You again oblige, taking a deep breath through your nose.

“That’s it. In through your nose, out through your mouth, atta girl.”

You almost subconsciously bite your lip, your pussy getting wet.

“Alright, you ready?”

He asks. You nod.

He takes a hit, opening your mouth by putting his thumb on your lip and pressing down on it slightly even as your lips are already open. He blows the smoke into your mouth, and it slowly becomes a kiss.

His fingers stroke the back of your neck, like a subconscious way of telling you not to cough despite you having already gotten the hang of it.

He’s a good kisser. You can hear the sounds of your lips moving against each other as you’re kissing. Your pussy unconsciously gets wetter. Maybe it’s intentional, or maybe he’s just nonchalantly that good.

As he slowly pulls away, he laughs like a frat boy again. His laugh, obnoxious as it sounds, isn’t in the way that he’s making fun of you. It’s just obnoxious in general, but it makes it funnier that you both are high as kites.

Now you’re both giggling by the pool, and you snort once again. He has that endearing smile on his face and his eyes crinkle as he laughs. He’s so old, but it’s so hot.

“I told you that you were a pro, sweetheart. See, you and me, I tell you what, we could be doing this all the time.”