#Johnathon try guys

[fully-functioning-pigeon]

I just remembered that there’s a running joke on the Try Guys channel that their raunchy puppet Ronald, puppetted by Miles, hated by Johnathon, is the “head of second try HR”

So I’m just wondering how Ronald is handling the Ned/Alex situation

[honeypawsart]

"BUTTERFINGERS" AU, EARTH-0164

"Hi, my name is Dr. Johnny B. Ohnn. No, not the Ohnn you're thinking of. I'm from an alternate dimension (EARTH-0164). If Johnathon Ohnn didn’t become The Spot because of the supercollider explosion, but rather just accidentally dropped the dark matter capsule. Causing a slow spread of dark matter to corrupt his body over time. That's me."

Dr. Johnny B. Ohnn is an ex-Alchemax lead scientist who designed and began the creation of the Supercollider. On the day of the funding ceremony for his project, he accidentally dropped a canister of dark matter he extracted from a mini-collider test model, which he was to use as a demonstration for the presentation. The dark matter painfully spread to several portions of his body. However, instead of support after his accident, he was ridiculed by his respected friends and coworkers for being so clumsy and unprofessional. "Butterfingers" was a common yet silly thrown at him afterward. Johnny quit his job out of frustration, turning on the Alchemax company to make them pay for his deformities... using them to his advantage.

Johnny is generally very grumpy. This is due to his dark matter deformities being very uncomfortable. It feels like burning, itching, and chronically painful to deal with daily. The black spots feel void of sensation however, it's the white areas that hurt him the most. He uses cold water showers and drinks to help soothe the pain. The dark matter corruption on his body feels like jello, memory foam, or oobleck to the touch; it's solid at first but things can sink into the nothingness void.

The corruption is relatively slow, and by the time he's 41 years old, he's 80% corrupted. At this point in time, although he's still clumsy as ever, he's more confident in his ability to use his powers to his advantage. He adopts the nickname "Milky Way" then (based on another popular chocolate bar candy).

Johnny also has a pet shrimp named Shrimptin Beck. Later on in his isolation, he builds a functional Mysterio robot suit for Shrimptin to move around and help with his crimes. They sort of have a "Megamind & Minion" relationship haha

Johnny B. Ohnn is not a huge fan of his dimension's rendition of Spiderman. Her name is Lucky Charm, and is the exact polar opposite of Butterfingers. But you know what they say about "opposites attract" ;)

Earth-0164 Spider-Man, aka Lucky Charm! Works at the Trophy Bugle casino part-time! The rest of her time is spent saving their city using their very luck-driven superpowers! On their off days, Gwen Amber (lol yes that is my actual first and middle name, cringe is free) works as a regular employee at the Trophy Bugle Casino, owned and run by J. Jameson who HATES Lucky Charm for potentially ruining his business. Butterfingers ended up hitting up a casino after his accident- he always loses and gets frustrated with the hosts and that’s how he and Lucky Charm meet the first time, but she INSISTS on trying to make him better outside of work so they sort of get close as they teach him ya know?? Meanwhile, he doesn’t even realize that out of all the hosts at the casino, the one he happens to bump into is the hero he should hate for being against his motivations.

✮ ✮ ✮ That's all I have for now in the Earth-0164 canon!! I hope you guys enjoy this sort of long, info-dumpy post! He also has an official Spotify Playlist! Fan art is 100% welcome of Butterfingers. I also don't mind if you draw yourself/oc with him. Just please realize some boundaries with him. I will not tolerate any sort of "proship" art of him with any underage characters, since he is an old man (36-41 years old). He's very special to me, so please be respectful about that!

He's also my OC, so please tag me in any posts of him as well! He has a tag on all socials as #butterfingersohnn as well! All fan art is uploaded to his toyhou.se page.

That's the end!! Thanks for reading :D

[mandowifey]

Hey there was just wondering what kind of father behaviors Dr. Ohnn would have?

Love,

Absolutely not your wife

Since you're not my wife -

Paternal Headcannons for; Johnathon Ohnn

Warnings: SFW, pregnancy talk, baby talk. Reader has a uterus and able to birth a child but is not gendered.

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Johnathon would not have ever imagined having a child.

Especially now, with him the way that he is.

That being said, I think once you told him you were pregnant, he'd have a whiplash of emotions.

He'd be shocked, thrilled, scared, excited, scared again, overjoyed, then practical.

With him being so unstable, he'd worry about your health and the babies health.

He'd want to run checks on you both often. He's doting and concerned already, rightfully so considering what his condition is.

Additionally, I think it'd be very emotional for him. This is someone who lost all relationships and his job because of what he turned into. Whilr his disposition is generally light-hearted, he shows emotional instability, especially when dealing with Miles.

He loves you both already.

John would assure you he was going to take care of everything. Money, home, anything you need.

Depending on when you come out pregnant, he'd possibly open another dimension and send you there. Probably a very safe one, where he knows none of the spiders or his enemies can find you.

Did I mention he worries?

Like, constantly. So many ultrasounds and desperately wanting to be sure this is real.

He fears the baby having his powers.

"What if it somehow portals out of you?"

You'd have to hold his arm and try to assure him how unlikely that was. He'd argue the semantics of scientiffic likelihoods, and you would be falling asleep by then.

John wants the sex to be a surprise.

Though he secretely wants a girl.

He'd like listening to its heartbeat. His head on your swelling tummy, holding still and eagerly squirming once he heard it.

That man cried the first time the baby kicked.

He'd be a worrying dad, always wanting to make sure you both were okay.

I think it'd make his plight with Miles more personal. He's tired of being made fun of by his peers, he wants to be taken seriously and be given credit. The guy wants to carve a name for himself so his child (and you) can be proud of him. Which leads to his corruption arc, where you are left with his baby while he becomes stronger.

He wouldn't forget about either of you. He'd most certainly want to come back and see you when he can.

Lastly, so many corny science jokes.

Like, he will not stop, at all.

[blueicequeen19]

Charter Ch. 6

Warnings: drama, angst, threats of violence, oral, protected sex, age gap, boss & employee

Chelsea is here and she brought friends from the rougher side of the Cut. Baseheads. Big, buff friends covered in tattoos that look like they’re here for a fight. JJ takes a deep, murderous breath and I find myself taking his hand.

“Stay here.” JJ doesn’t look at me as he moves to the door but I tug on his wrist.

“Call the police!” I plead, reaching up to capture his face between my hands. His blue eyes are ablaze, his chest heaving with every angry breath.

“The cops in this town don’t give a shit about a Maybank.” JJ bites back, trying to pull away from me but I shake my head.

“There’s four of them and one of you. Do not do this.” JJ pulls free of my hold and steps back, going to a shelf next to the tv and grabbing something off the top shelf. A gun.

“JJ, wait, let’s just—.”

“I’m done with these fucking clowns. Stay in here. I mean it.” JJ steps onto the enclosed porch with the gun in his hand as his ex and her friends yell profanities and threats. I’m frozen for a moment before I run back to his bedroom to find my phone.

I quickly dial the sheriffs department and on the sixth ring an annoyed sounding female dispatcher answered.

“I need the police to my location for a.. break in. I’m not sure the address but it’s out on the marsh, a fairly newer build.”

“Ma’am, is this not your residence?”

“No, it’s my.. friends.” There’s a pause and a lot of clicking of a keyboard.

“I have your location. Is Johnathon James Maybank the owner?” I pause, having never heard JJ’s real name before. No wonder he went by JJ if John B was practically his brother.

“Yes.”

“Okay ma’am, all our officers are currently busy on other calls but we’ll send someone out there as soon as we can.”

“Are you serious? They have guns! Someone could get shot!” I was only assuming but at this rate with all the craziness, I wouldn’t put it past these people who decided to trespass.

“Ma’am—.” I hang up and look up John B on social media before sending him an urgent message. I quickly throw my phone down and pull on a pair of his shorts before running back down the hallway to the front of the house. I stop to grab the wooden baseball bat next to the front door and step out onto the enclosed porch where JJ stands on the steps, gun in hand.

I try not to let my gaze linger too long on the marks I made all over his back and arms as I move next to him.

“I’m not going to tell you again—.”

“Look who it is! Your little employee putting in her overtime! Is she even legal, J?” Chelsea laughs, pushing her blonde hair off shoulder with a wicked grin. She looked worse than the last time I saw her.

“Looks like she wants some of this too.” One of her goons says, looking to the bat in my hand.

“The cops are on their way. Better leave while you still can.” I announce, swinging the bat up to rest on my shoulder. Their eyes widen in alarm and JJ’s head snaps towards mine.

“You know what happens to snitches?” Chelsea spats at me, her face scrunched up in a snarl.

“You know what happens to trespassers?” JJ counters, the click of the safety being released echoing between all of us.

“My child lives here. I have a right to be anywhere she is.”

“You have no rights so therefore you don’t. Crawl back into whatever hole you’ve been in and fuck off.”

“You gonna back that mouth up, Blondie? Your daddy still owes us money.” One of the guys calls, cracking his knuckles. His dad? But JJ only smirks.

“Come and get some. You wouldn’t be the first bitch I’ve put in their place.” The guys all stiffen, nostrils flaring as their hands ball into fists.

“J.” I whisper softly, wrapping my hand around his wrist. He was terrifying like this. Just then the bloop of a police siren startles us all and a cruiser turns into the yard since the driveway is blocked. Shoupe steps out, hand on his gun, as he faces the trespassers.

“There a problem here?” Shoupe asks, his voice and posture dripping with authority.

“No, officer. No problems here. Just having a friendly chat. We’ll be going now.” Chelsea shoots us both a deadly look before her and her goons pile back into the piece of shit truck they came in and back out of the driveway.

What were we going to do now that they know where he lives?

Shoupe turns back to us, his hand still on his gun as he looks from JJ to the piece in his hand.

“You got a permit for that, Maybank?” JJ’s body visibly relaxes after the taillights for Chelsea’s truck can no longer be seen and he smirks at Shoupe.

“For what?” JJ counters, clicking the safety on and tucking the gun into the waistband of his shorts.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” Shoupe asks, finally taking his hand off his own gun and approaching. JJ shrugs.

“Hard telling.” I shoot a look at him. Why is he not saying anything?

“Uh huh. Word around town is your ex is causing trouble and asking about you and your daughter. Do you have a protective order in place?”

“A piece of paper doesn’t stop anything.”

“Maybe not but it’s a paper trail and if it gets violated, people end up in jail.” JJ stays silent for a moment, staring back at Shoupe.

“Just come down to the station and we can get the paperwork started.” Shoupe presses but JJ shows no sign of giving in.

“J.” I try to take his hand but he curls his fingers away, like a punch to the gut. I have to fight to keep my face neutral as Shoupe looks between us.

“I’ll think about it. See you later, Shoupe.” JJ dismisses Shoupe before turning and disappearing into the house. Shoupe gives me a look I can’t quiet pinpoint - like pity - and gets back into his cruiser. I watch him exit the driveway before heading back inside.

I hear the shower turn on but I know for some reason I’m not invited. I quickly redress into my own clothes and throw my hair up into a bun. Emotions choke me and my throat is tight. This was a lot to deal with. It’s no wonder he kept me at arms length. But why was he mad now? Because I called the cops? Did he really want to face them alone? I startle at a knock on the front door then I hear it open. I emerge into the hallway to see John B walking in, obviously comfortable enough to just walk in. His eyes lock on me and he gives me a nod of acknowledgment.

“Everything good here?” He asks, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Yea. Shoupe came after all.” John B nods just as JJ enters the hallway in a towel. He looks from me to John B and shakes his head.

“It’s all good, Bree.” JJ sighs, going into the kitchen to get a beer.

“What did Shoupe do?” John B asks, taking a beer from JJ.

“Nothing but piss them off.” I scoff at JJ’s words. Why was he insisting on fighting this battle alone? His eyes narrow at me just as John B glances between us.

“He wants JJ to file a protective order against Chelsea so if she comes around Summer, she’ll be arrested. He’s also pissy that I called you and Shoupe.” I announce, crossing my arms and staring back at the heated blonde. I can feel John B look between us again.

“Yea, JJ don’t like cops or people helping him. He’s the only one allowed to be put at risk. Been that way since we were kids.” John B says, drawing JJ’s glare to him.

“I got shit to do. I’ll be there to get Summer in a bit.” John B chuckles at JJs dismissal.

“Whatever you want to do. Sarah says she can stay again if needed.” John B rounds the counter and they do some tacky handshake before John B makes his way to the door, only pausing to look back at me.

“Keep him out of trouble.” He says, before closing the door behind him. I nod, my heart racing a mile a minute as I turn to face JJ. His glaring at me, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders and down his chest. Why was he so sexy when he was pissed off?

“You should probably head out. And watch your back now that there’s a target on it.” JJ says, tipping his beer up and draining the rest of it.

“I’ll just call the police again.” I shrug, crossing my arms as we glare back at each other.

“People on the Cut, especially Baseheads, don’t fuck around when it comes to snitches. It’s an unspoken rule not to talk to cops. That’s a Kook thing.” JJ snaps, drawing my attention to the Pogue tattoo across his knuckles.

“So, what? You were just going to take on all of them? Four vs one? End up in jail yourself? What happens to Summer if you go to jail?” I throw back and he growls, taking a dangerous step towards me. I crane my neck to look up at him, refusing to back down.

“If you wanted someone you can tell what to do and control, you picked the wrong girl.” I breathe, my body heating just being this close to him. JJ’s eyes trail over me, down the skimpy outfit I came in last night and back up to my face.

“I didn’t pick anyone.” His words have their desired effect and I try not to wince. “Now go. I’ll see you at work.” JJ nods to the door and for once I don’t have a single smart comment to make so I simply grab my things and leave.

I refuse to cry or show my wounded heart so I do the only thing I can.. fake it. The rest of the week slides by with ease and I pretend that JJ means absolutely nothing. I don’t stay until close like normal so I’m not tempted to let him bend me over the nearest flat surface. And I know id give in.

I manage to keep myself busy by picking up another job for the evenings on weekends, flirting with boys closer to my age, then masturbating until I’m weak. The only problem being that I get myself off to the memory of him. The way he feels. The sounds he makes when he cums. The way he tastes. The feel of his callused hands and rings on my body. I can make myself cum three times in a row and it still doesn’t dampen the fire that he’s lit in me.

I manage our shifts together just fine as long as I don’t look at him. When work needs to be discussed, I busy myself and keep my head down while giving one worded answers. I can feel the tension between us growing. I’m sure he’s just as pent up as I am. I’m surprised he hasn’t thrown me over his shoulder yet and hauled me to the back. But he would think that’s him giving in and he’s not one to lose.

I’m scrolling through my phone on my break, hiding in the tiny room with enough room for a fridge, microwave, and a sink, when I stumble across a video I took of him going down on me. Heat erupts all over my body and my clit throbs like the horny bitch she is at the memory. I can’t stop myself from lowering the volume and watching as he works my pussy with that skilled tongue, his heated blue eyes staying on mine. My own moans have me squeezing my thighs together. He sucks my clit into his mouth, making my hips jerk in the video and as I’m standing here watching. When he pulls back to reveal his arousal covered mouth and pushes two fingers inside me, I turn the video off, my body on the verge of combusting. I drop my phone on the table and grip the edges to try and ground myself. I squeeze my thighs tight but the ache doesn’t subside. I’m literally on the verge of slipping my hand into my shorts when a throat clears behind me. I snatch up my phone as I turn to face him, my heart in my throat and my pussy pulsing. Just by the look in his eyes, I can tell he knows what I was doing. Or about to do. I love and hate that cocky smirk of his and the way he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth.

“I have a video similar to that.” JJ props his shoulder up against the door frame as he pulls out his phone, swipes a few times then turns it to face me. I remember this video too. My back was pinned against the wall as he fucked my face while keeping his hands on his phone. My throat had been so sore but it was worth it. I tear my gaze away from the sight of his cock jackhammering into my mouth, and glare at him.

“I think I have another one too. Ahh, yep.” JJ plays another of me riding him in reverse cowgirl, his free hand grabbing and slapping my ass as I bounce on him.

“Oh, this one is my favorite.” JJ changes the videos to one I instantly recognize from the last time we were together. My heart hurts because somehow this one felt more personal. He’s fucking me from behind, his body flat on top of mine as the phone rests against the headboard, capturing both our faces and his cock disappearing inside me. It was probably the most intense sex we’d ever had.

“Look into the camera.” JJ whispers in my ear in the video. I whimpered as he cupped my throat and forced me to look up, my eyes hooded and my lips parted.

“Watch yourself fall apart for me.” He’d whispered into my ear as he delivered rough, deep strokes. My entire body shivers and I turn away, goosebumps coating my skin as my panties soak further with my arousal. The fucking bastard.

JJ’s hands are suddenly on me and I don’t even fight him. I’m too weak. I miss him so much. I take it when he bends me over the table with a growl and enters me in one hard, deep thrust. His hand fists the back of my shirt as he fucks me hard and fast. I cum quicker than I ever have before, tears in my eyes, as I fight to keep from moaning loudly. His hands slide between us to stroke my clit before I’ve even come back down and my body clenches even harder around his.

“One more. Come on. I know you need it.” JJ urges in my ear. He’s right and I hate him. I shatter into a million pieces before going limp on top of the table as he releases in the condom. I can’t breathe or move as he pulls out, discards the condom and pulls my shorts back up. JJ pulls me to look at him but I don’t want to. It hurts too much.

“Your break is over.” JJ whispers, looking at my lips for a moment before walking away from me. Again.

[agent-love-101]

Yandere Johnathon Ohnn Headcanons

an: I am quite bored and I'm very desperate for content of pre-collider spot/Johnathon, so I must deliver!! it may be a bit ooc and have a lot of my own interpretation, but it's a fun concept to imagine what he'd be like as a yandere! I might do regular headcanons and a draft of what I think he was like before the collider incident. also yay! experimenting with a new format!!

in comparison to his post-collider self, Jonathan is a bit more of a tame yandere, but due to one of his only friends being liv, he's still not a normal romantic guy. Sometimes he can think realistically and know that you and him aren't meant to be, but other times he really believes it.

he uses his intelligence to his advantage. He is fairly calculated in his decisions. He knows what he can get away with and exactly how to do it.

He knows he should steal your dull dirty clothes rather than your brightly colored ones because they blend in easier and are more likely to go unnoticed when missing.

he will also occasionally take a gamble and steal your comfort shirts or your pillows. you'll always find a new pillow in it's place.

it comes to a point where he can't sleep without the presence of your scent somewhere. he gets distressed whenever the scent of you fades from the stolen items he has, and he can't swap out the items.

He knows your usual pattern in the day, and what circumstances could possibly change the outcome. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a whole bulletin board hidden in his closet. Maybe even a whole shrine of stuff he has stolen and was able to keep.

he's still very capable of being a sweet and sappy romantic though.

He'll angrily and anxiously chew on his pens thinking about how to kill a man trying to get close to you,

But he will also use his lunch break to go and buy you a gift if he notices you're sad.

He'll comfort you or offer support when you're freaked out over someone trying to break into your home, all while being that person. Either it was an accident for you to come home when he's intruding and he was able to get away, or it was carefully planned out so that he can use that stress to comfort you.

he definitely gives off a nervous kind of demeanor when you engage with him— hands trembling, excessive sweating, stuttering, and such a goofy grin plastered on his face.

you might think he's nervous— and that could be part of the reason he's acting that way— truth be told he's excited. overjoyed that you're talking to him.

he'd hang out with you every second of the day if he could.

as for how he'd get rid of someone that he thinks will damage the relationship (either non-existent or genuine) can vary.

the thought of murder crosses his mind many times a day.

whenever you exchange greetings with a coworker, laugh at someone's jokes— he always thinks something bad is happening.

but it takes a lot for him to actually act upon it.

if it's a coworker of his he has many opportunities to stage work accidents. and sometimes the opportunity is so great it would be foolish not to act upon it. so he does.

nsfw continued below!

He also knows that towels go in the wash at the end of the day, but they have enough of your scent on them to help him "get off".

I think used towels are one of his favorite things of yours to steal and smell. They're clean but they also have your scent clinging onto them...and the implication that your nude body was all over it. huffing the scent as he fondles himself—the humidity coats his throat, it's almost like he can taste you.

and those pillows of yours? there's a multitude of reasons as to why he doesn't return them— the main one being what he does with it.

the cuddling isn't an issue. but sometimes he just cant help himself and he grinds against the pillow— sometimes clothed, sometimes nude. and it just wouldn't be right to return it afterwards!

if you're coworkers, sometimes after a conversation, even just an email reply, he has to excuse himself for a quick break in the bathroom to regulate him— and by that I mean stroking himself.

[amazon160]

“Shit.” Johnathon Ohnn x Reader 🖤⚪️

Just a little something I dabbled down 🤭

“Oh, shit.”

Those words. Those two words. They had such a weight to them that only Linda could understand.

“You had better not be late to another meeting, Dr. Ohnn.” She scowled. A scientist’s assistant was simply expected to pick up every now and then and manage the scientist’s calendar. Help them set up their schedule, y’know? But in the special case of Dr. Ohnn, it sometimes felt like babysitting. This was one of those times.

“Oh, no, of-of course not!” Ohnn stuttered, missing his footing as he stumbled out of his office. Papers were stuffed into a briefcase in a very unorganized fashion. Linda couldn’t bring herself to see how they managed to stay intact and inside the bag every time Ohnn did something like this. Of course, this isn’t Dr. Ohnn’s first time running late. And he went through this exact routine every single time he did.

Dr. Ohnn quickly walked past the other scientists’ offices, striding forward with his long legs. Suddenly, all of the doors seemed to open at once, making Ohnn’s heart race even faster. He glanced down at his watch and not at the people flooding out of those doors. There was a mixture of people from a couple tours going around Alchemax and the employees themselves. Ohnn finally looked up from his watch, which read 10:39, just in time to almost knock into another scholar.

He’d seen her around once or twice. Not enough to be acquainted. Just enough to remember her face. Not like he took extra note of her face in particular. It was a regular human face of perfect proportion and beauty in every detail.

Average.

Right.

Her hands shot up in defense to Ohnn’s speed walking, momentarily setting on his chest, before she maneuvered around him and sent a goofy salute. He could just barely hear her chuckle over the conversing between their peers around them. But it really was just divine to listen to. It almost made him forget he was running late. Ohnn spun around and got back on task, while the woman in particular watched him go for a second.

…

“I don’t get what you see in that guy.” Linda complained. “He’s messy. Sloppy. Leaves his crap everywhere.” She listed off on one finger at a time.

“Smart. Nice. Good manners.” You listed off of your fingers as well. She scowled, only to turn into a friendly smile less than a second later.

“Girl, you can do so much better than him.” She leaned on Ohnn’s desk, gathering up any stray papers left behind and stacking them. “I’ve seen ‘em.” She winked.

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes. “This guy looks like a real fun time.”

Linda threw a stray banana peel into the small garbage can in the corner. “Sure.”

“Staawwwpp.” You drawled out. “All those guys were fun, sure, but they were assholes. They seemed more into themselves than they were into me. Johnny seems like a nice change of pace.” You smirked.

“‘Johnny’??” Linda raised an eyebrow, letting her shoulders sag forward.

“Johnathon, right? John. Johnny!”

Linda facepalmed.

…

The cafeteria was bustling just a bit more with the extra students and strangers walking around with their lunches. Johnathon didn’t really like how the tours went during working hours. It was already too hustle-y bustle-y trying to get from place to place and it always felt like you were being watched by these people. Johnathon picked up a bagel and a packet of cream cheese. That should be enough to hold him over.

The walk back to his office was rather peaceful. Sadly, there was plenty of time to reflect on the terrible outcome that meeting was. Upon reaching his office, Johnathon immediately noticed that Linda was gone. Thank goodness, he thought to himself. The sleep deprived scientist leaned against his desk, adjusting his glasses up against his nose. He felt something light slap against his back.

A short stack of papers was being held against his back.

“Oh, shit.” Jonathon muttered under his breath.

“Linda said you dropped these.” You waved the papers in his face with a smile once the scientist completely turned around. He moved the cream cheese and bagel to be held in one hand as he took the papers in the other. “She seemed pretty pissed.”

“She seems pretty pissed whenever someone mentions my name.” He chuckled. “No offense. I mean no offense. If you two are friends. I mean, not assuming you two are friends, but-”

“Nah, it’s fine, Johnny.” His eyes widened some at the nickname. You could see the reaction, and your smile grew just a bit more.

“Ummm…y-yea-yeah? Yeah?” He quickly stuttered. Why was he such a mess under your gaze.

“She’s always pissed. But me, I’m uh..” You hissed and squinted at him. “I’m a little disappointed, Johnny.” You started walking forward. As a quick response, Johnathon started walking back. But seeing that he was leaning against the desk just before the encounter, there wasn’t much space to cover before his back hit the desk.

“Oh?” He squeaked out. You were getting a little close. A little too close for him to be keeping himself composed.

“Linda said you don’t have a lot of free time on your hands. Why is that?” You stopped him once your hips weren’t that far from his and his back was beginning to arch back over the desk.

“I, uh. My job-my job takes up a lot of time-uh-”

You put your arms down on either side of Johnathon, leaning on the desk and leaning in close.

“Friday. 2 pm. The new Foam Party down the street. You know where that is, right?” He nodded quickly. “Good boy.” You let your hips sink in a little bit lower so you just barely grazed each other. Your lips hovered just above Johnathon’s. “If you aren’t able to meet there for whatever reason, I’m always free to talk during lunch. So you’ll be down?” He nodded again.

Your expression turned right back to peppy and bright. “See ya, then, Johnny!” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek. As quickly as you’d pulled in, you pulled out. A flustered, trying to not look flustered Johnathon Ohnn was left leaning back on his desk. You turned the corner and left out of view. Ohnn stood up and processed what just happened. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished his hand into his shirt for it and came out with a text message from Linda.

“Check your calendar ;)”

Johnathon looked at the planner, which had already been lauded out on his desk. He didn’t even notice. There was already an event marked down Friday at 2 pm for Foam Party. Perfect.

“Oh, shit”

[muscleloverz69]

Leader of The House

Bob was already running late to work. The middle aged man couldn’t get his twins up for their first day of middle school and as a result was most definitely going to be yelled at by his boss at work. Sure enough when Bob arrived to his menial desk job his boss was waiting. However while Bob was expecting to be disciplined he never thought he’d get fired, but sure enough he was heading out of the office before morning rush hour was even over. “I already have people calling out left and right for personal days I can’t have someone unreliable when there are young guys I can pay half as much who will do whatever I ask.”

“At least it can’t get any worse,” Bob thought to himself.

Bob pulled back into his driveway dreading telling his wife as he did he noticed a strange car parked in front of the house. As he walked into the house he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. In his youth he had been quite handsome, but a full-time office job didn’t give him much time to workout. Now Bob had wrinkles, a beer gut, and receding hairline. The only thing Bob could really take comfort in was his beautiful wife and large stunning home. As Bob stared pathetically at himself in the mirror he heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. “Uhhhh Ohhhh.”

“Hunny are you ok? Don’t worry I’m home.” 

Bob ran up the stairs and burst into his bedroom face flushed red and sweaty, but when he saw what was going on he just fell to the floor in tears. In his bed was his wife and the accountant from the office. “Bob you aren’t supposed to be home!”

“Why did you do this Madison? I thought you were happy.” Bob wailed hysterically on the floor.

“Bob look at you you’re disgusting, why don’t you leave Johnathon here can take care of me.”

Bob walked out without saying another word. He passed through the front door and just kept going down the street. Bob walked for hours unable to come up with the courage to go back to the home he completely lost control of. Eventually he came across a strange store. He had no idea why but he felt a sudden urge to go inside. 

Inside were strange knickknacks thrown all over long tables. Nothing looked organized or priced in any way. As Bob took in the strange store a small old woman hobbled out from a backroom dressed in a long purple shawl. “Hello dear, I’d ask how you were doing but I can see from your sweat stained dress shirt and red eyes the answer would be not good.”

The woman made her way down a row of her chackies pausing to examine bumper stickers and snow globes, “I think I have just the thing to help though, you feel like you’ve lost control of your home yes?”

Bob looked startled, “How do you know that?”

The woman let out a small cackle before snatching a shot glass from the table. “Take this go home and place it in your kitchen, tomorrow you will be back in control of your home.”

Bob wasn’t usually superstitious but after the day he had he could use all the luck he could get and graciously took the glass. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t you worry it’s on me.”

Bob thanked the old woman before beginning his walk back home. As much as he dreaded it he knew he had to return. As he walked up to his house he noticed that accountant was still over but this house belonged to him and entered his home. It was already late and his kids and wife were asleep. As much as Bob wanted to he was too afraid to get into a fight trying to kick the accountant out so he just went to the kitchen put the shot glass away and slept in a guest bedroom.

As Bob slept unaware strange things began to happen. Thick wavy hair grew from his head, his body lost all its fat and in its place muscle swelled. In the next room his twin sons nearly doubled in height. Just as unaware as their vocal cords dropped two octaves and their bodies aged.

As his wife slept in the arms of the office accountant they also began to change similarly. The house began to creak and moan as it underwent its own changes as well.

The next morning Rob stretched his two tanned well muscled arms above his head sitting up. Something felt a little weird but he probably just partied too hard the night before. Rob got up adjusting his thick package before going down the hall. He started with the twins room. They were still asleep the athletic 19 year olds were completely identical in sexy muscle. Rob crept up to them cupped the back of one’s head and let his tongue work his way into a twins mouth in a deep kiss. Chad and Trent were woken up like this every morning, and they loved it.

Once he was satisfied Rob went down the hall to where the pledges stayed the night. The two twinks sat at the edge of the large bed asses up waiting for their spanking. Rob enjoyed watching their plump asses jiggle after each smack. The two twinks felt their asses twitch begging to be filled but that would have to wait until after initiation. 

At the back of all their minds, they knew something was off. But all the frat bros loved their life and Rob was in charge of his house just like he should be.

[the-s1lly-corner]

jealous/clingy spot/johnathon headcannons?

Jealous and Clingy hcs for Jonathan/Spot!

Knocking this out before I take a nap (eepy <\3)! Usually I would split this into 2 sections buuuuut since I think there wasnt much change in this department I'm not gonna bother!!

So!! Yeah!!

Fair warning that this will probably be OOC and/or have mistakes since I'm eepy but I'm too stubborn to leave this for later ☝️😔

This ones gonna be on the shorter side, maybe

Idk I write these opening/author notes before + as I'm writing

Starting off Jonathan is.

Whoooboy!

Like he tries not to be toxic about it, he doesn't want to hurt you or drive you away, and that sentiment is still there even after he becomes spot

He doesn't have many friends and he'll never forgive himself if he makes you leave

What he needs is loads of reassurance that you only have eyes for him, and communication is key! Let him know when you're going to be late or going to hang out with someone for a bit; if he sees you with someone else, or another *guy* it'll eat him up all day

Though sometimes he can still jump to conclusions so arguments are inevitable every now and then but again, communication and patience is key; he'll never go as far as to accuse you of cheating though (unless he truly has reason to suspect)

He doesn't think hes the prettiest, or nicest, or smartest, or-

I mean of all people, you chose him?

He feels lucky to have you, but he believes you can do so much better than him and that thought is constantly plaguing his mind

Not very self assured tbh

After the collider incident his self image issues get way way WAY worse; from the fact he can hardly consider himself human, to his new powers, to the fact everyone from his old life dropped him

Except, for you

You stayed

Through it all the fact you stuck around does give him comfort, more so than if you were to meet him after the collider incident

Like

Its one thing to meet him as spot

But I feel its another to see and know how he was before, as just Jonathan, and to still stick around after his life was flipped upside down

His jealousy still spikes up every now and then

As a side thing I feel like as Jonathan he liked having you in his sight and, if possible, he liked holding your hand. Think of it as a "you're still here, you're here for me, you're not going anywhere and you love me," sort of thing

As spot that turns into him wanting to be even closer to you anytime he has the chance

The whole "oh I'm not the most (x)" thing REALLY amps up when he becomes spot, especially in the beauty department

Remind him that you dont mind the holes, shower him in affection

Overall it's going to be a while until hes confident in himself, both as Jonathan and as Spot

So please be patient with him, but remember to set clear boundaries for the relationship! I feel like with a lot of hc lists for insecurity and jealousy stuff, boundaries are hardly touched up on!! No hate to those writing like that and not including it but I feel like its important to stress that the other partner has the right to enforce their own things

Though that might be because when I was younger, jealous hcs were more... yandere-esque or getting REAL close to it, and it kinda. Made me think that was normal and desirable and okay in relationships so

Idk maybe that's just that part of me wanting to prevent that from happening to someone else

With that aside, ultimately Jonathan/Spot will try his best to not get too intense or pushy or controlling; again, he loves you, and he doesn't want to love you

[ash5monster01]

Truths of Our Past Series

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader!Wife

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 1.3k

Intro ←→ Part 1

Masterlist

You still remember the first time you had seen him. It was the beginning of Junior Year. Autumn of 1963. You had been riding the bus across Campus watching leaves fall from the trees. As most people your age conversed loudly over the latest parties and hardest assignments, five rows ahead of you sat a doe eyed boy wearing a beret and nose stuck in a book. Pride and Prejudice. You had never seen a male read Jane Austen before and at that seem to enjoy it. A smile crossed your face before your mind even caught up with your heart. Because somehow, just five rows ahead, was the man of your dreams. So you stood up on the moving bus, ignoring the complaints of elbows you bumped in the aisle, and sat next to him.

You smiled wide again as you thought of this. Watching that same boy sit across from you in the living room, readers rested low on his nose, and his eyes scanning the pages of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. You had now known the man across from you for six years, married for three. He still read like he did that day on the bus, transported to another world, not even a fire able to gain his attention. Love for him seeped out of you and you found yourself discarding your own book and standing to cross the living room. His eyes stayed trained on the page, unmoving until you were settled neatly in his lap.

“Well hello Mrs Dalton” his eyes finally met yours, an amused smirk painted across his features. He dropped the book once your arms curled around his neck, free hands now sneaking around your waist in return.

“Hi Mr Dalton” you smiled sweetly at him, nose nudging with his own as you removed the readers from his face.

“To what do I owe the pleasure in the presence of my beautiful wife” he asked calmly, lips pressing a soft kiss into your cheek. You smiled, snuggling closer.

“I missed you” you told him earnestly and he chuckled.

“I’m right here darling” he told you, not quite understanding what you had meant.

“Well your physical form is, yes. But your soul, that was somewhere in 1912 Brooklyn” you told him and he laughed, forehead pressing against your own.

“Williamsburg Brooklyn to be exact dear” he teased and you shoved his shoulder before curling back up into him, embracing the feeling of his warmth. His hand rose up your back, rubbing comfortably and now giving you his full attention. "What did you do today?"

"I wrote an article about the possibility of there being a draft, awfully depressing. Then I came home and talked to Chris on the phone before cooking dinner" Charlie smiled as you recounted your day, still writing for the NY Times under a pen name since you were a woman.

"How is Chris and Knoxie, and my favorite nephew Johnny?" Charlie asked, a fond smile on his face at the mention of his friends.

"Healthy, Knox got a promotion and Johnny got an A on his spelling test. Chris wants to enroll him in Welton but Knox isn't quite sure" you felt Charlie tense up at the mention of Welton, long and hard school days spent there now long behind him.

"If that old tool Nolan is still running the school I wouldn't want Johnathon there either" Charlie said, voice bitter in the warm air of the home. You sighed against him, wishing he talked about his time there more than he did.

"Chris said he retired three years ago, the only thing holding her back is not having Johnathon live with them, but he has such a bright future it might be a price worth paying" you explained but Charlie shook his head, eyes now dark and recalling a place in his heart he didn't quite like.

"I hope they think about it, Knox remembers what it was like" Charlie said and you felt guilty for bringing it up, you always felt guilty bringing up that place. Your life with him had always been in the heart of the big city and when the mentions of small town Vermont came up he was more tense, less him. You knew vague details, horror stories of lifeless teachers, and being expelled from school, losing a friend.

"You know Chris, she'd last a day before she brought him home and hugged him for a week straight. I never even figured the kid would go to Kindergarten considering she cried on the phone with me for an hour after leaving him there" you told him and finally Charlie was smiling again, laughing lightly at your accusation which was more than likely true. Chris was a helicopter parent, but Johnny was such a good kid.

"You’re probably right. She sure as hell loves that kid" Charlie said, bouncing his legs so you bounced in his lap. You giggled sweetly while looking up at him and he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, you coming?" you asked sweetly and he smiled before nodding and kissing you once more. His sweet and beautful flower.

"Right behind you, I'm just going to go through the mail on my desk and then I'll be there" he told you and you nodded while he helped you up from your spot on his lap. He watched as you disappeared down the hall into your shared bedroom. Once you were gone he pushed himself up to his feet and walked to his study. You had left the stack on mail in the center of his desk and he smiled as he sifted through the bills and letters from his mother in Paris. He only froze when he saw one with a Vermont return address.

Charlie felt his stomach drop over the thought of returning to Vermont. He had done it before, to see Knox and Chris. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be in attendance but every time it brought back memories he wished he could forget. Setting the invite down he realized there was a letter underneath the invite.

A week. A week in Vermont. Charlie hadn’t spent a whole week in Vermont since his Senior year of High School. Even as fear consumed him, heartache numbing his lungs, he pictured quiet and mousy Todd. The same Todd he watched grow from a shy boy to a successful man. The kind of guy you could never ever say no too. So Charlie sighed as he plopped into the chair of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper to respond.

And just like that Charlie agreed to visit the past but only because Todd Anderson asked him too. Dead Poets Honor. A promise Charlie would never break.

a/n: this is a possible series I was hoping to explore. If anyone would be interested please let me know and I would love to follow through the plot. Y/N will be used very little, it would be a short series that tugs on the heart strings. Any feedback would be appreciated greatly. please enjoy xx

[therealwormhole-official]

Ooh wow ok, I finally got this account to work! Hope you guys like my speech, I've been working reeeeeelly hard on it!

Attention Rotomblr!

I… AM THE WORMHOLE.

He/him. I was once Johnathon Ohnn and thats fine I guess but I’d at least like you to use my new evil name too so I can strike fear into my enemies' hearts please!!

And no I'm not an Ultra Beast, or any other kind Pokemon, and I'm NOT a villain of the week!

What I am is the nemesis of all you Spinirak-people out there. Also the Joltick-people, and the Dewpider-people, and, ooh, there's a Spidops too? Oh I've always wanted to visit Paldea, super fascinating wildlife and phenomena!

But nevermind that! I did hugely important dimensional studies at Aether. I'm the reason a lot of you are here, tied together by this website! And what's the thanks that I got? You heroes beat me and left me behind in the Alola disaster so an Ultra Wormhole could turn me into THIS!

Then I got fired from my job, then my family stopped talking to me, then I had to start robbing people and… ah, sorry, maybe I'll just catch you up on the little details later. The important part is this:

All of you watch your backs. Especially anyone involved in the Alola incident who led to my downfall and insists on ignoring me!

I am your nemesis!

if you'll have me. And don't make fun of my Pokemon names!!! I think they're cute.

// hi @swadloom again uh. this is literally just the Spot in pkmn irl LMAOO. inspired by blogs like @spidops-woman and @araquanid-man that also crossover pkmn and spiderverse lore hehe.

design is a wip. uhhhh. idk im sleepy <3 you can bully him, im bad at events but i'll try, no gross ppl you know who you are, etc etc gn :]

[simplyender]

What are some of the more innocuous headcanons you have about Spot? For example: Favourite food? Where would he go on vacation (before the collider accident)? What never fails to cheer him up? Etc. etc. Thx~

1. Based on what weve seen of his apartment, Spot seems to have a tendency towards fast or easy to make food, chances are because he doesn't normally have the attention span/energy/time to cook. thats not really an indication of his taste though. Basically I can't come up with a specific food, but I do hc he's a foodie and generally enjoys trying new things! His favorite pastry though is ironically enough, donuts:)

2. Vacation? What vacation? Johnathon Ohnn the Alchemax employee doesn't do vacations.

...But if he did, then continuing off of the foodie hc I think he'd really enjoy going somewhere with one of those festivals where you get to try new and interesting things. I also think he'd like to go somewhere where you can see the stars clearly but then regret it because there'd probably be no wifi and very little reception there. Still, since he's Spot, I can definitely see him rationalizing that This Is Fine Actually, in fact, it enhances the experience, gives him more time to appreciate what he came there for....And anything else that's there and happens to pique his interest.

3. Genuine compliments. About his work, his intellect, his, *gasp*, personality, and his appearance...Not that he gets any post-collider, but if he did, he'd probably be caught between sheer disbelief and getting pretty flustered about it. Genuine compliments stick with him for a long time (And on the flip side, even the slightest insults do as well. He takes everything SO personally. But I think you already know that, lol), he will NOT forget it. Dudes so starved for attention and validation he dumps his entire tragic backstory on complete strangers!!

That aside, I think being approached by friendly animals really helps too. Tbh he just really reads to me as the kind of guy that has left conversations just because a dog passed by them and he HAS to go pet it. Post-collider, most animals seem to be repulsed by him, so the only way he can get one near and friendly with him is with bribery (read: food).

Epiphanies regarding a problem he's trying to solve are also an instant mood-lifter, like, when suddenly everything clicks together and he finally knows the solution Same goes for when he's building something and it actually works. Those two feel pretty obvious and standard for a scientist though.

[msmargarita]

I wrote like a whole bible of headcannons for both the Spot and Johnathon to help me remember stuff while writing my fics. Would you guys be interested if I posted them? (I'm going to post anyway, I'm just trying to be cute)

[why-what-no]

Being Steve’s Sister and Dating Eddie Would Include

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Eddie doesn’t die in this, because I’m not evil (unlike the Duffer Brothers)

Requested by: @rachelcarroll1819

Despite going to the same school for ages, you only really met Eddie in your’s and Steve’s final year. Eddie was in a couple of your classes, trying to graduate for the second year in a row.

He had been chosen as your English partner, which you weren’t initially excited about. You expected him not to do any work, to slow you down and lower your grade.

“Hey.” He grinned at you, sitting next to you, long messy hair bouncing as he collapsed into the chair

“Hi.” Your response was a little dry, looking him up and down. Your eyes slipped down to his large rings and the tattoos on his arms. “You ready to start working?”

“Sure, just tell me what to do.”

Clearing your throat nervously, you gave him the instructions.

But after a while, you realized how much you fun you were having hanging out with him. Even if you only saw him while working on your project, he always managed to make your face hurt from smiling.

When you guys finally handed in your work, the thought that you and Eddie wouldn’t hang out any longer was a little disappointing.

But luckily, after class, Eddie came up to your locker.

“So, think we did a good job?” He asked, leaning over you.

You nodded, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks as you realized how close he was to you. “Umm, yeah. Definitely.”

“We’re a good team.” He remarked. “We should do this again.”

You knew you would probably regret it, but… “You wanna study for the Bio test together?”

“Ab-sol-utely.’ His smile brough an identical grin to yout face. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours. Unless you want Steve hovering over us?”

You went over to his place that weekend, hiding a smile at his obvious attempts at cleaning up before you arrived. His place was much smaller than yours, but you didn’t mind it. His room was very much what you expected and was surprisingly comfy.

Honestly, you guys had really meant to study, but by the end of the hour you and Eddie were kissing. The books thrown to the side and completely ignored.

 The two of you had started dating after that, which did shock a lot of people in your lives. Steve especially had a lot to say about it

“Really, (Y/N)? You could have anyone and you picked Eddie?”

“Umm… yep. Pretty much.”

 You didn’t care, they could think what they wanted. Your relationship with Eddie was wonderful.

 Throughout your time together, you never told him about the Upside Down. He met El once – when you were looking after her and Max - but didn’t know about her powers.

 You just wanted to protect him

 When the Battle of Starcourt happened, you only told him the lie about the fire. You knew he didn’t quite believe you, especially when you would have nightmares about that night. But he never pushed you for the truth, just wanting to make sure you were alright.

He knew you were in pain from that night, as well as from the Byers leaving. You were close with Johnathon and always loved looking after Will. So now that they were gone, Eddie was one of the only people you had left.

 “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You told him late one night, lying in his bed as he ran his fingers through your hair.

 You’d go to his band performance, and sometimes attend his D&D campaign nights. You never minded, knowing that he would go to anything you wanted him to attend. He loved you so much and would always show it.

 When spring break came, you were working as a waitress, taking a year to work before college. You hoped Eddie would graduate this year, so you could go together.

 But when news of Chrissy broke out, you knew that Eddie was now involved in the Upside Down, no matter how hard you had tried to keep him from it.

Trying not to think about something bad happening to him, you did what you could to help find him as soon as possible.

 And as you guys reunited at Reefer Rick’s, you hastily apologized for not telling him about everything

 While he was a little miffed at first, he knew you only did it because you loved him. He forgave you, telling you that he loved you.

 Obviously you saved him from the demobats, setting up his stereo and using that to get them away from him

 The two of your graduated that year. Knowing that whatever happens in your future, you’ll get through it together

[gaystayzennie]

NSFW Johnny A-Z

(gender neutral reader) Remember that this is purely fictional, and not necessarily an accurate description of the members

Aftercare (How/ How much)

Johnny would absolutely worship you. God tier after care from this man for sure. Cleans you up with the softest touch, and speaks softly to you the whole time. Complimenting you and making sure he soothes you if you’re extra worked up after. Offers to run you a bath and do all the work for you if you need it. Will cuddle you to sleep and place soft kisses all over your face while you fall asleep in his arms.

Body parts (fav on self and partner)

Let’s face it you’re probably shorter than him because he’s just so tall. Since you’re so tiny your head is the easiest for him to reach and he loves placing kisses on the top of your head, playing with your hair, cupping your face in his hands, etc.

He also definitely likes smacking your ass every chance he gets. Even in public, if no one is looking, you better believe he’s gonna quickly smack it. He just can’t resist it.

On himself, he’s proud of his whole physique honestly because we all know that Johnny works out a lot. He’s toned af and he knows it only makes him even hotter.

Cum (where/how etc)

He seems like the type to want to come inside you. Whether that be down there or in you mouth, he loves the feeling of filling you up and sharing the intimate/lewd moment.

Dirty Secret (wants to try, or embarrassing incident)

Wants to try cockwarming but won’t ask you about it because he knows you love his usual aftercare. Doesn’t wanna take that away from you by staying inside of you instead of cleaning you up after.

Experience 

You canNOT convince me this guy hasn’t had sex. No way on planet earth Johnathon hasn’t slept with at LEAST one person. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lost his virginity in high school. Sorry not sorry 🙄✋

He definitely knows his way around. Could def eat someone out with ease because he’s totally done it before.

Favorite Position

Y/N while watching a game on tv with Johnny: Babe what’s your favorite position? J: Any position where I can see you squirming under me

y/n smacking his chest: shut up Johnny! I was asking about soccer you whore. 🙄

fr though I can definitely see this man choking you and just generally liking any position where you look particularly submissive. LOVES when you ride him too though.

Goofy (how serious/goofy during sex)

Not afraid to make fun of you a little during sex, but he takes things pretty seriously for the most part. Might laugh or smirk at you if you’re acting super needy for him. But he means business when he’s fucking you.

Hair (how groomed + preferences)

Might shave on occasion if he feels like it, but usually can’t be bothered. Couldn’t care less whether you’re shaved. Will absolutely go down on you either way.

Intimacy (romantic/rough etc.)

Ugh sex with Johnny would just be so freaking good 😩😩

You will be on your knees for this man. He has such a way with words and has your ears turning red instantly once he starts sweet talking you. Flirts with you and teases you constantly throughout out the night until your begging. Fucks you good and hard once you’re both too horny to hold back. So good to you and makes things amazing and exciting for you both every single time.

Jack off (how often)

Doesn’t really need to Jack off anymore once you guys start dating because he can just ask you for sex whenever he needs it. Will 100% invite you to watch him though if he ever does feel the urge to jerk off.

You once asked him for phone sex which made him laugh at you. He made fun of you until he realized you were being serious. He immediately obliged once he figured out you weren’t joking at all. Enjoyed it even more than you.

Kinks 

Nothing too wild. He loves to dominate you in any way you ask him to though. Whether it be choking, bondage, or orgasm control, he loves to make you squirm under his control. You guys have a safe word though because he wants to be absolutely sure that it’s never too much for you even if you’re the one who usually requests things.

Location (fav place)

Anywhere that will let you both be loud. He makes a lot of noise, and more importantly makes you make a lot of noise.

Usually takes you to his room when the other members are all gone or at least far enough away they won’t hear anything. Sometimes leads you to the shower for a little extra noise to cover up your moans.

Motivation (turn ons)

Absolutely melts when you initiate things. If you start kissing his neck he will scoop you up and carry you off to the bedroom so fast.

If you’re a little too bold though he’ll tease you and put you in your place. He secretly likes seeing you try to flirt with him though and thinks it’s hot how horny you are for him.

No (turn-offs or wouldn’t be into)

Like I said, he’s a true dom. He definitely prefers to be the one in control and wouldn’t be a fan of you trying to take the lead. He might let you try for a second, but very quickly puts you back in your place.

Oral (preferences)

Taught you everything you know about sucking dick. He knows what he likes and being sucked off is definitely something he likes. So he makes sure you know how to do it properly. Giving him a bj is often the beginning of a long night for the two of you.

Call him the pussy/dick king cuz he knows what he’s doing. Tongue game is so strong. He will have you cumming in seconds.

Pace (how fast/rough)

Knows how to take his time fore sure. Good luck lasting the whole night cuz he’s gonna fuck you good and slow all night long.

Quickie (thoughts on quickies)

He would 100% be down for a quicky. He’ll slip away to the bathroom with you anytime and rock your world as quickly as possible. Would come back so causally too. No one would know what you guys had been doing just seconds ago when you return to the rest of the group until they saw your dazed face.

Risk (how risky)

Johnny figures the members all already know what you guys have been up to, so he’s not afraid to slip away with you even when the boys are just a room over. If someone walks in he won’t be ashamed at all. Will yell at them to get out of course, but he’s not that embarrassed.

Stamina (how long + how many rounds)

Lasts too long for your own good. He’ll keep asking you to go another round until you have to beg him to stop because you just can’t take it anymore. Would fuck you all day long if he could.

Toys (own or use any)

I can see him using vibrators on you for sure. He loves to pleasure you and he loves to control your orgasms, and a toy would just make it that much easier. He knows he’s good in bed too, so he doesn’t feel undignified using toys at all.

Unfair (how much teasing)

Makes fun of you all the time for being in heat. If you start dry humping him or even straight up tell him you’re horny, he would definitely tease you for it before giving in. The type to make you beg for things and tell you to “use your words”.

Volume (volume during sex)

Grunts a lot if he’s fucking you and sighs in pleasure when you’re jerking/sucking him off. Usually lets you do all the moaning though and tends to talk to you a lot during sex.

Wild card

If you have a dick:

Once requested you let him ride you instead for a change. He was still topping you and taking the lead of course, but he rode the shit out of you. Had both of your eyes rolling back in your heads. You clawed at his back the whole time as he rode you at an animalistic pace. Wore the scratches on his back proudly the next day as you and the neos went swimming at the beach.

If you get periods:

He read up on periods just for you because he knew you get awful cramps every month. He found an article that said orgasms can help relieve the pain, and he convinced you to try. You were a little shy at first because you knew you’d be getting blood all over his torso and his member, but he assured you he didn’t mind at all. You guys found out that day that the article was definitely correct. Whether it be the pain relief or just the distraction, you definitely felt better than usual that day.

X-ray (length, girth, curve)

Big. dick. energy. Do I even need to say more? He’s definitely above average in both girth and length. From his height to his energy, all signs point to B I G D I C K.

Yearning (sex drive/ hornieness)

If he wasn’t so busy you guys could honestly have sex everyday. He has self control of course and doesn’t spend all his time being horny. But if you ever want him to fuck you…he’s there.

Zzz (how fast to fall asleep after)

He doesn’t get that tired even after a long night. If you want him to stay up with you and talk or watch something he’ll be so down. But if you want to sleep, he’ll sing you to sleep, stroke your hair, tell a story, or do whatever you might need to lull yourself to sleep. Probably won’t fall asleep for a while after you, but he doesn’t mind at all.

[agent-love-101]

General Johnathon Ohnn Headcanons

an: I'm gonna try my hand at making more generic headcanons for Johnathon while I work on requests <3 I'm not very good at having non-specifics so watch these get progressively sillier and shorter!

considering his name is a pun for "johnny on the spot" (Johnathon "johnny" Ohnn (on) the spot)— which means "a person who is at hand whenever needed", I think it's safe to assume Johnathon is a very reliable guy when it came to work. maybe even in general!

he's the kind of guy you'd want to train or guide you on your first day, or the guy you want to intern with.

he's helpful. very helpful.

but for some reason, nobody cares to know him all that well. he blends into the crowd too easily.

he's someone people can engage in polite and simple conversation with, sure, but they don't seek him out.

as much as I love the friendship he could have possibly had with Olivia, I don't think she seeked him out either, not for anything other than work anyway. (I personally believe that photo of liv and him together was to celebrate his breakthrough of the year award or some other mandatory photo the head scientist has to take with an employee when they achieve something great.)

as sad as it is, I think Johnathon's used to it. which ultimately makes it sadder.

as eager as he is for friends, I don't think he is the easiest to get along with.

I think he can be snarky or standoffish, especially when he thinks someone is going to pity him.

and he can't help but judge someone when they wear sporty wear (he absolutely can help it. he just doesn't want to fix it)

I think I can say this is some certainty but Johnathon has trouble seeing when he's actually a problem. if he's caused a problem he grasps at straws to try and see who he can blame in his head so he can feel better and move on.

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

I swear by the end of ST they’re all going to be so traumatized that the worlds going to end without them knowing that they’re just going to have a group home. The kids move out and immediately by a house together because it’s a “if this ship sinks we’re all going down” vibe.

So have the most unrealistic headcanons I’ve written because it’s funny to imagine this…

Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Johnathon, Argyle, Max, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Eleven, and Will.

Joyce & Hopper get their own condo. Murray has his own house. Erica is not living with the nerd squad (She lives next door). Susie didn’t live here as she’d feel too guilty, instead dustin visits her at her prestigious college.

Nancy is the only one allowed to cook. Johnathon, Eddie and Argyle all put weed in it.

Argyle is came as a package deal with Johnathon. When Nancy attempted to dispute this, Eddie also joined in so Argyle stayed.

Most of the times they order take out as it’s easier.

Eleven started learning how to cook from Nancy, it’s a slow process but she’s making progress.

Movie nights are a tradition. It’s usually a marathon as no one can decide what to watch. They make two big bowls of popcorn (ones infused with weed)

Pizza is also a movie night tradition. Argyle insists on a Ham & Pineapple. Max would kill everyone if they didn’t order hot wings.

They have weekly upside down checks, which involve going over possession and haunting symptoms to make sure everyone’s not having a bad time.

If someone showers or baths in pure cold water everyone immediately freaks out.

Eddie has no idea which towel is his - he kept using everyone’s until Nancy stitched his name to his.

Robin, Steve, Argyle and Johnathon frequently bond over their love of women. This leads to some pretty ranchy movies late at night.

Robin has started smoking with the guys as it helps with her word-vomit tendencies.

Mike and Dustin frequently fight over what cereal to buy from the store

Eleven will only eat eggos for breakfast, however Nancy taught her waffles and now she makes those instead.

They frequently have Joyce check in on them with Hopper in tow. She brings home cooked meals and lots of hugs. It was secretly hoppers idea to come, but he won’t admit it.

Susie visits on breaks. There used to be a rule about no weed or alcohol in the house when she was over.

This was quickly broken and forgotten when Susie accidentally ate some pot brownies and love it. Eddie and Argyle coached her through it, making sure Dustin was there in case she got guilty.

Now she uses it as an excuse to try new things within a comfortable circle of friends who won’t place guilt or judgment on her.

People frequently fall asleep on the couch together. It’s usually El and Max, or Eddie and Robin, the two pairs usually watching movies into the dead of the night (platonically).

Johnathon is banned from couch sleeping as he snores and wakes up the whole house.