#Johnathan Swift

[fitsofgloom]

From Lilliput To Laputa

[basilboy2187]

Rip to Johnathan Swift you would have loved Eat Your Young by Hozier

[freshbatchofbooks]

Looking for help on this one!

My sister and I were at my grandma’s and we found this edition of Gulliver’s Travels. There’s no information on when this version was published. It’s the Excelsior Edition of Standard Fiction.

If you need anymore info, please let me know!

[breserker]

the gulliver's travels fandom is dying...rb if you're a true swiftie....

[elsweissy]

"I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed."

[gourmettrebuchet]

she so immodest i must give her a proposal swiftly

[barbiesmuse]

ᰔᩚ FALSE GOD.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָjohn price + milf!reader

summary: a little blurb of price fingering milf!reader while her daughter is with her dad.

tags: fingering, praise, age gap, price kisses readers tears, reader squirts, reader has a daughter, reader's daughter is referred to as babygirl, reader's baby daddy is a deadbeat!

head barbies announcements: this was silly i was bored and horny!! also men personifying pussy is such a power move!! sorry this is actually kind of dirty!

you whine softly as price plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. you sniffle as tears stream down your face. john has the two of you faced in front of a mirror. your eyes were heavy and your breathing was rough. price smirked as he watched your eyes follow his fingers. his thumb finds its way to your clit rubbing soft circles on the rosebud. “oh sweet girl, wipe those tears f’me hm? promise it'll feel better soon. just gotta get your sweet pussy used to me first. gotta be gentle with her.” he says, pressing gentle kisses to her ear.

you sniffle and turn your head, looking up at him with glossy eyes. as his thick and calloused fingers continue to demolish your tight cunt you feel the same achy feeling in your stomach that you always feel when he touches you this way. price coos at you and kisses your tears, he was so gentle with you. he tasted the salty drop on his tongue and smirked. as you got closer to your orgasm your hands found price's wrist trying to slow him down as his fingers split your pretty pussy open.

“look at this pretty pussy sweetheart, see how needy you are for my fingers? what would you do without me, hm? i know you're stressed about babygirl. let it out mama. ” price says, as your orgasm washes over you your legs tremble. as you lay in his lap, legs spread, hair disheveled, and your soft whines filling his ears he can't help but feel himself coming in his pants. price groans in your ear, which only makes you spiral even more. your clear liquids spurt from your pussy and he chuckles.

“fuck john, feels so good! mmph, need your cock now please!” you say as you feel his fingers continue to stimulate your pussy. as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole he smirks as you clench on nothing. he studies you, you were a mess. nowhere near ready for his rough cock. “oh dear heart, y’r not ready yet.” price says, he looks at you through the mirror. he smiles and shoves his finger into your mouth. as you taste yourself you moan around his fingers.

price pulls his fingers from your mouth and replaces them with his chapped lips, his tongue meets yours and the two of you mix. you wrap your arms around his neck and moan into the kiss. you pull away and bite his lip. he pulls away and presses a gentle kiss to the valley of your breasts. “can always count on my sweet girl to taste so good.”

[nilasheartxx]

bridgerton bts 🏰

“i died on the altar waiting for the proof. so long, london”

[sillygerblin]

hi the fixation awakened like a 16th fear so here’s a list of songs that remind me of Jon and Martin <3

Amnesia Was Her Name by Lemon Demon

Invisible String by Taylor Swift

Partner in Crime by Madilyn Mei

Pulaski at Night by Andrew Bird

Too Sweet by Hozier

People Watching by Conan Gray

Human by OneRepublic

Love, Me Normally by Will Wood

Idea 9 by Gibran Alcocer (this song has no words yet defines this ship perfectly to me idk why)

California by Chappell Roan

Pitchfork Kids by AJR

Helena by Nickel Creek

Neath The Grove Is A Heart by Yaelokre

[starrieshq]

It's giving Johnathan Morgenstern

[rockcattomato]

The funniest (and most wild) thing for Anthony to do would be to just not bring Taylor back as a demon. Like he’s dead?? Usually when people die they don’t have a family reunion in hell?? Idk he just didn’t turn up. Maybe he went to some other afterlife or something. And we start the next episode with my name is Freddy Wong and I play Jonathan Smith. Yeah that’s right Taylor Swift is no more and I return as the dynamic dead janitor… FROM HELL.

And we just all sit there, mouths hanging open.

They mention Taylor every now and then, but he didn’t reappear until literally the last moment where all hope is lost and it’s revealed that Taylor’s body was a homunculus all along and he is back to save the day, and of course, get his anime protagonist ending.

[swftlore]

stranger things characters as taylor swift albums (imo, if you disagree tell me your opinion in tags!)

debut: dustin henderson

fearless: mike wheeler

speak now: lucas sinclair

red: steve harrington

1989: nancy wheeler

reputation: el hopper

lover: robin buckley

folklore: will byers

evermore: max mayfield

midnights: johnathan byers (yoyok... come ON)

[sophisteacatedtrash]

my favorite song on lover meets my favorite ship in stranger things ❤️‍🔥

[soggybottomboysvevo]

the theory that armand and louis own daniels building is so fucking funny. that 10 mil was louis paying back his rent

[dramaticpandabear]

I just noticed something: in Johnathan’s travels up to this point, every mode of transport has been late to receive him (e.g, the train leaving Buda-Pesth, the coach leaving to Bukovina).

It’s almost like a sign from the universe itself: trying to stall him from going to the Count’s castle. Telling him that this is not a good idea. And despite his gut telling him the same thing, he knows he has to go because of his work.

But in today’s entry, the carriage that was supposed to drop Johnathan off at the Burgo Pass, arrived early. The drivers and the passengers made it a point specifically to arrive earlier than the Count.

I think it’s because they know the Count would have been waiting if they arrived later. They tried to save Johnathan by attempting to be one step ahead of the Count, knowing what will happen if they let Johnathan go. Unfortunately, as the Count said himself: “I know too much and my horses are swift.”

Any attempts against the Count are futile, but these people tried anyways in the hope that they could prevent the horrors to come upon a clueless foreigner who doesn’t know what’s about to happen.

They may not have the strength to fight back against the Count. But they continue to attempt preventing the inevitable, not matter how futile it will be. And if all else, they provide protection against the evils that Johnathan will have to face alone.

And I think that is utterly beautiful and shows the compassion of humanity in the face of such horrors.

[lvncm]

The Way You Look at Me (Behind Closed Doors) Drives Me Crazy ꩜

f!reader x johnathan breech

teasing, fighting for dominance, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers

2.6k words

Summary:

You and Johnathan hate each other. You love to hate each other. You love to try and prove who hates each other more. Now you have to try and prove how much you hate each other while you’re alone. In a closet. With seven minutes.

Johnathan Breech was the party type. In fact, he never missed one. Especially when Toby planned events outside of the institution. Despite this, he still found himself sitting in the stolen car he was using as it idled across the street of the large house party. He grazed a cigarette across his lips before holding it between them, delicately. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out as his hands patted his empty pockets in search of a lighter. He rolled his eyes, as if to snark at the nonexistent force that was pushing him to go inside. Johnathan tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear and threw himself out of the van, not pausing before forcing himself to stride in. 

People he recognized, and also a few he didn’t, greeted him as he made his way up the front yard. He tried to avoid interaction when it wasn’t who he wanted. Dull, colored LED lights flashed faintly through the house as he wandered, still not seeing the face he was searching for. As he made it to the kitchen, he scooped up a drink inside a solo cup - which might have been used already - as if that bothered him. After taking a few drinks he began to feel the tingle, and put his unlit cigarette back in his mouth. 

It dangled there as he walked through nearly the entire house, chatting briefly with a few friends before entering the backyard through the sliding door. An adequately sized pool took up the majority of the yard, aside from the large patio. People were swimming, and a few couples were making out in the adjacent hot tub. He looked away, flushed. 

Johnathan started to contemplate leaving early, until he heard a lighter flicker on behind him.

“Did you need a light? Or were you planning on walking around like that for the entire night?” Your sultry voice sounded over his shoulder, and he turned almost too quickly to hide his intrigue. 

Without replying, Johnathan smirked sarcastically and leaned forward, pursing his lips to push the cigarette forward. You lifted a brow, and held your hand out and around the end of the cig, holding the flame to it. Johnathan took a swift puff and brought the cigarette down between his fingers.

He didn’t bother to turn away as the smoke seeped through his lips, a sharp exhale through his nose sending the smoke into your face. “Your face isn’t one I was expecting, sweetheart.” Johnathan finally said as a way of greeting. He was lying, though, as if your face wasn’t the one he looked for with every head that turned. As if it wasn’t there when he closed his eyes, alone, doing things himself that he wished were being done by you instead. As if he didn’t imagine your face underneath him, as if -

“Flustered?”

Johnathan blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“You got lost there for a second. Face is red.” You took the cigarette from between Johnathan’s fingers, your touch lingering for a moment longer than normal. You took a long inhale. “I get that reaction a lot.” Smoke blew from your smile after you spoke, burning Johnathan’s eyes. 

Johnathan’s nostrils flared, and he pulled his mouth into a one-sided grin. “Nah,” He drawls, taking the cigarette back from you. “Just looking at Rachel over there.” The smoke burned idly between his lips as he put a hand up to rub his neck. “The sweat on her chest,” He said, faintly, his gaze slowly following yours as you turned to look at Rachel. The jealousy that filled your expression made Johnathan’s blood roar. 

Johnathan tapped the cig to his side. “Come on.” Taunting words shot at you. “You’ve never looked at Rachel and thought about things?”

“You’re into Rachel?” You turned back, seeming to have shuddered down your previous rage driven jealousy. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll cut you?” Your tone was innocent, but Johnathan saw the way you stood. The way your neck was left open to him, how you subconsciously leaned towards him.

Johnathan loved it. 

“If she can make me cum,” The widened eyes that looked back at Johnathan sent a chill down his spine, goosebumps prickling over his body. “Then why not?” He held eye contact as he blew smoke from his nose. 

Satisfaction spread through Johnathan as he watched you struggle to respond. “I suppose so.” You managed, rubbing a thumb against your bottom lip. Johnathan wanted to bite at it. 

Their eye-fucking was cut short as the party’s host, Toby, walked up to the pair. “Hey, you two,” His voice was sweet, but Johnathan couldn’t help but be disappointed at your crossfire being ended. “I’m getting some closer friends to come downstairs. We’re playing seven minutes in heaven.” Toby’s pointer finger pressed against his smiling lips in a hush-hush manner as he hurried back inside - but not before walking up to Rachel, undoubtedly inviting her to the same event.

 Suddenly, Johnathan wasn’t so disappointed. 

⚚

The group was moderately sized, maybe fourteen of them, and Johnathan made sure to split from you to sit across from you. So he could look you in the eye, so he could make sure you knew he was thinking about you in that closet. 

Which he was. The total darkness, aside a faint glow from beneath the door. The way you’d only be able to see the highlights of one another’s faces. The crampedness of the space, how he could be so close and have you against that wall. It was probably small enough to force one another’s knees between the other’s. He’d rub against your knees. Or the other way around. Johnathan could see you being whiny like that. 

After a final person walked down the stairs, Toby clasped his hands together, and turned to grab an empty Guinness can. The large circle of participants didn’t quite fill the large basement, but there were a few non-players on the sectional, observing. One of them was Rachel. 

“Okay, I’ll just spin the can this first time.” Toby began, kneeling down in one of the gaps between people. “So I’ll spin twice, the two people it lands on will go in the closet. Bottle cap side. Seven minutes. Got it?” Scattered confirmations went about, and Johnathan caught you staring. Johnathan winked. 

Toby’s hair fell off his ear as he leaned forward, centering the can in the middle of the half par circle. He gave it a strong spin, its speed slowing after several seconds. It slowed. It neared Johnathan. He hadn’t expected to be first, but nonetheless the bottle stopped completely; nozzle staring down his middle. A few people “oohed” as Toby laughed and reached for the can again. Then, to Johnathan’s surprise, and to your utter fury, Rachel got up from the couch and squished herself into the circle. 

Johnathan didn’t actually want to get off with Rachel, as much as you thought he did. But, Johnathan could get off on your jealousy alone. He had to concentrate on not displaying it, actually. 

And the look on your face. 

God, Johnathan loved it. 

Your stare on Rachel, then the slow turn to Johnathan that followed made his mouth water. The can began spinning, and he started getting excited.

Then it slowed, slipping slightly on the carpet. It got closer to Rachel, everyone’s neck arching as they awaited the final answer. Rachel had joined the circle simply for her chance with Johnathan, but alas, the can paid that fact no mind as it swept past Rachel.

It settled on you. 

Johnathan bit down his tongue to stop himself from smiling. His mind was already running rampant, and he shifted to stop an erection from forming. You looked the same way.

Toby cackled, clapping twice before standing and walking over to the closet door. Likely because he had feelings for Rachel. There was enough room for you two to kneel and face each other, just as Johnathan had guessed. A blanket and a few pillows were scattered in the small room. “I tried to make it comfy,” Toby laughed, a snort coming out. “In case someone accidentally takes longer than seven minutes.” 

The pair stood in front of the doorway, and Johnathan could feel heat emanating from the shorter. “Go on!” Toby urged.

Johnathan placed a guiding hand on your lower back. “Yes,” He purred. “Go on.” The group laughed at Johnathan’s bedroom tone, but you didn’t look back nor respond as you slipped in. Johnathan followed close behind. 

Then the door was shut, and it was just your breath mingling and the faint light from under the door. Johnathan could smell the cigarette you’d shared in your combined breath, and he could smell the anxiety from you both as well. He’d been cocky out there, but now that you were alone . . . so close. 

“Did you really think I’d fuck Rachel?” Johnathan blurted, breaking the silence. 

You leaned closer, your noses centimeters apart. “I was thinking a lot about you fucking, Johnathan.” You leaned to the side, so your mouth was just by Johnathan’s ear, and you bit it gently. Johnathan gasped in, almost in a wince, and he gripped your wrist. 

Then he lowered it. 

To the hem of his shirt, then lazily, your nails grazing his skin beneath, lower. You had come back to face him, your eyes holding each other’s in a lustful stare. He pulled your hand further, to the waist of his jeans. Slightly further - then he pressed down. 

Both of your demeanors were undone by the first moan that Johnathan slipped out. The sarcasm Johnathan had been using to maintain dominance left quickly, and Johnathan dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you began rubbing your palm on Johnathan’s hardening groin. 

You unzipped Johnathan’s pants, and with your free hand you held the back of Johnathan’s neck gently. “Oh,” Johnathan whimpered, tingling from his spine up to his nose. “Oh fuck.” He nuzzled into your neck as your hand stroked his length, agonizingly slow. 

Johnathan pulled you into a kiss, a breath leaving his nose as you began to make out roughly. Johnathan’s left hand pulled at the hair on your nape, whilst the other fumbled with the hem of the sweatpants around your waist. It was easy for Johnathan to slip his hand in and feel the slickness that had made a wet spot on your panties. 

Your knees grinded together, and you whined out as Johnathan began rubbing between your folds. You began moving in sync, and Johnathan sat up and pulled you with. Your chests pressed together, and Johnathan pushed your shirt up, freeing a breast. You gasped as his thumb brushed over your nipple, but you didn’t break the kiss.

Johnathan smiles against your mouth, pulling away to breathe. “No bra? Tsk,” he scolds in your ear, one of his fingers sliding inside of you. You breathed a cry as Johnathan began working his fingers inside you, jaw slightly agape as you looked up at him. 

“Fuck, my god.” You huffed out, gripping onto Johnathan’s shoulder with your free hand. 

“What was that?” Jonathan murmured back, attempting to maintain a calm composure, but he was becoming restless as your hand teased his cock. 

You looked into his eyes, brows furrowed. “Fuck,” you got out. “Fuck me. Please.” You whined, grinding against his hand down your pants. 

Jonathan growled with eagerness, and he took his hand out of your pants to shove them down to your knees. “Turn around, baby.” You let go of him to flip around, the tight space forcing your bare chest to press against the wall. You felt Johnathan’s breath on your neck, then his hand pushing your underwear aside. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He says quietly, his hand sliding over your cunt and pressing down on your clit. 

You moan breathlessly, grinding back against his hand. He used his other hand to take his cock and press the head gently against your entrance, sliding it around to get it wet. Then, slowly, he began to press inside you, eliciting a sharp inhale from both of you. He brought his hand to your mouth, shoving two fingers inside to keep you quiet; and for you to taste yourself. 

You sucked on his fingers, and you hummed on them as he bottomed out. His chest pressed against your back, and you felt him nibble your ear. “Shh.” He hushed you gently as he pulled back once, then pushed back into you. You whined, and he pulled his fingers out to press his hand against your mouth entirely. Jonathan thrusted again, quicker this time, and you squeezed your eyes shut as his tip hit your cervix. A moan was muffled into his hand, and he did the same into your ear, softly. He began going faster, breathing heavily onto your neck with his free arm wrapping around your belly and pressing onto your clit.

You clenched around him, and he moaned sharply from the unexpected squeeze. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby,” he said hoarsley, fastening his pace. A tear slid down your cheek as his cock slid incessantly across the soft spot of your core and tapped against your cervix. He felt so fucking good. Your arousal ran down your legs and his length. With his thumb running circles around your clit, you felt your orgasm building in your belly. 

You breathed heavily out of your nose and pried his hand off your mouth, turning slightly to see his face. He was glistening with sweat, and his eyes were closed, mouth open. He opened his eyes to meet yours. “Cum in me, Johnathan.” He whined quietly at the request. “Fill me up baby, and—” 

You’re cut short as he takes both his hands and grabs your waist, his fingers pressed roughly into your skin. He pulled you down to meet every thrust, quickening your pace. He leaned forward and you turned to meet his lips, his tongue sliding around your mouth. 

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and this was about to push you over. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Johnathan. I’m gonna . . .” You mumbled, reaching your hand back to touch his face.

“Cum baby. Cum on my cock.” He said, slamming into you. You clenched and came on top of him, and the clench sent him over the edge as he pushed himself in entirely. He held onto you and grabbed your breast, and you felt his ropes of cum spreading inside of you. You both gasped out as you rode it out together. He moved in and out a few more times before slowly pulling out, leaving just your heavy breathing. “Fuck.” He sighed. “You feel so damn good, you know that?” He said, turning you back around.

“You too,” you laughed out, and he kissed you, which caught you by surprise. “Johnathan.” You mumbled against his lips in a sort of questioning manner. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He pulled back and looked down into your eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” 

Your breath mingled as you stared at each other. “Are you . . ?” Your heart hammered in your chest, your cheeks flushing. You never thought Johnathan might like you like this—

“I think I love you. I think I’ve loved you for a while,” he admitted softly, caressing your neck. You slumped into his lap and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I think I’ve loved you too.” You whispered, grinning. Then, a sharp knock rapped on the door. They widened their eyes, smiling.

You quickly composed yourselves and once you were ready, Johnathan opened the door to find nearly twenty people gawking, jaws dropped. 

Toby scoffed amusingly. “Twenty-five minutes, Johnathan. Twenty-five.”

He smiled.

He’d do it all over again.