#Jonathan Ward

[xerikknudsen]

Jonathan appreciation post

[filmpalette]

Ferngully: The Last Rainforest (1992) dir.  Bill Kroyer

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Jonathan lights up the mood (gn reader) 🫂

♦ It had been quite busy the past couple of weeks with the Sunka attacks. Those beasts had charged at the fort more frequently than anyone would have wanted.

♦ After hours of fighting for your life, the sun had finally sunk beneath the trees and you were so exhausted and sore that it was kind of difficult to walk from the kitchen and down to the fireplaces.

♦ It was worth it though.

♦ Jonathan welcomed you with a smile after he looked away in disgust from his plate with beans. You calmly returned the greeting and sat down beside the blonde man.

♦ “Ya we’re quite handy this time, y/n! But I do hope those Sunka ain’t comin’ back!”

♦ “Thanks, Jonathan,” you said, eating your share of beans. “I’m not sure how much I can take anymore though..”

♦ He looks at you with a sceptical look. You were a strongminded and supportive member of the team, why would you think of something like that?

♦ Across from you sat Peter; he had heard your conversation and chimed in “I mean.. y/n is right. The Sunka have been getting in on us more often these weeks.. I wonder what’s gonna happen to us.”

♦ The other Mountain Men around you began to have small conversations about their own insecurities surrounding the Sunka attacks. You looked away, a bit ashamed to have reopened the wound your friends had had for so long.

♦ Jonathan looked around at the others until a sudden idea popped into his mind.

♦ Placing the beans away he stormed off into his cabin which led to your insecurities becoming bigger; did he just leave you because you told him you're weak?

♦ Not long after he had vanished he came leaping out of the cabin with what looked like his banjo. Jonathan sat down again, putting his instrument into position.

♦ “This is an ol’ song my ma used to sing to me.” (imagine ‘Soldier, Poet, King’ but in old Texas, basically ;w;)

♦ He starts singing a calm yet uplifting song. The men around you eye Jonathan as he starts to sing (something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbE3luZs3vo&t=0s)

♦ As the end of the song is closing in, everyone has begun to cheer him on. Sounds like his music and supportive actions helped around the fort that night.

♦ You sat there peacefully, smiling at the sounds of your friends’ laughter and joy as their willpower was returning.

♦ Before saying good night to Jonathan you asked him to do that again the next night.

♦ And so he did.

[broughtabooktothedance]

First book of 2023 done — “Through the Glass Ceiling to the Stars: The Story of the First American Woman to Command a Space Mission,” Eileen M. Collins’ memoir (with Jonathan M. Ward).

[muffincupv]

[feasibilities]

Psychosomatic | Jonathan Breech x Inpatient!Reader

Warnings: Public Sex, Dub-Con, Pet Names, Cockwarming, Mutual Masturbation, etc.

Author's Note: Just a refurbished idea I wanted to share. Jonathan Breech is a skank, obviously. Enjoy!

“You’re a pretty one, yeah?” Jonathan said, staring at you from the driver’s side of his stolen convertible. He managed to find an empty parking lot behind a pub. The air was brisk. Your heart was beating out of your chest and his words nearly stopped it. You two just broke out of a mental institution—it was Jonathan’s idea completely. The consequences included solitary confinement and a lifetime membership at the institute. You were happy to see the outside, but you were deathly afraid of being caught. 

Sensing your anxiety, he put his hand on your thigh and kneaded it gently. His palm was soft and warm. Jonathan dreamt of caressing your smooth legs every time you wore your pajama shorts. It was hard to ignore his piercing gaze when you removed that frumpy sweater once in a blue moon. You were away from prying eyes. He had you all to himself. To him, this was kismet. 

Leaning in closer, he kissed your jawline. You whimpered and turned away. You were attracted to him, but all you could think about was that traumatic incident that landed you in the institution in the first place. 

“What’s wrong, love?” Jonathan inquired. 

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry for leading you on. I’m not meant for this sort of thing.” You admitted, tearing up. 

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to. I just wanted to feel you up a bit, “s all.”  He explained. 

You remembered that you only went to 3rd base with a guy in Year 5. He was not experienced at all and he was the only one who got to finish. You swore you were getting a pap smear. Would it really hurt to try again with a guy who seemed like he cared? 

“Fine. Touching and kissing only, Jon.” You relented. 

“Fine with me, doll.” He agreed. 

This time, he kissed your lips tenderly. They were as soft as you imagined. You kissed him back hesitantly while he moved his hand to buttons of your pajama shirt. He undid each one without looking as if he planned this.  With no bra underneath, the cool air made your nipples harden. His warm hands found one of your breasts. His kissing became more impassioned as his thumb flicked the delicate sprout. You moaned sweetly and touched his crotch. You were stunned to feel a throbbing hard-on. Pulling away, Jonathan stared at you with carnal eyes.  

“See what you’ve done to me, darlin’? ” He agonized, rutting against your hand. 

You shyly slid your hand in his pants and wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Growing impatient, he pulled his pants down slightly and began moving your hand up and down. 

“C’mon, we don’t have all day, love.” Jonathan urged. 

You moved his hand and pumped slowly. You made sure to squeeze a bit tighter when you would meet the tip. You saw his plump lips part as an enchanting moan left his throat. You felt wetness gather in between your legs. Feeling a bit courageous, you spit in your hand and continued your movements. His piercing blue eyes fluttered closed. 

“Fuck…I’m already close.” Jonathan hissed. You kissed him to hush him up. This time, you nipped at his bottom lip and slipped your tongue in his mouth. Jonathan whimpered in response. Pumping faster, you began nibbling on his earlobe. His hand found your breast once more. You slid your hand into your shorts and began rubbing your clit. He suddenly snatched your hand away and stared at you with dark eyes. 

“I’m sick of waitin’, yeah? Get in the back.” He demanded, slapping your thigh lightly. You went to follow his orders and laid on the backseat. Following behind you, he removed what was left of your clothing. You shivered at the cool autumn air. Seemingly unaffected, he teased the tip of his dick against your entrance before sliding in. You moaned loudly and arched your back. Pressing his forehead against yours, he thrusted harshly and held the back of your head. His gorgeous bore into yours. 

“I…I can’t take it.” You whimpered. 

“Yeah?” He teased, thrusting deeper. The burn from the unfamiliar feeling started to subside. He fucked any remaining defiance out of you. 

“I’m all yours, Jon.” You moaned, tears welling up in your eyes. 

He kissed you sweetly and dug his fingernails into your hips. Shockwaves of bliss were sent through your body with each movement. Your moans became screams as Jonathan rutted into you desperately. You cycled through countless orgasms before he flipped you over. Entering you once more, he pressed your face into the seat. 

“Fuck, stay just like that.” He panted. You cried out at his merciless actions. You suspected he was using you as a way to release his anger. His thrusts staggered as finished inside of you. A loud groan left his throat. His eyes rolled back and his entire body shook. Lying down with you, he pulled you close and held you tightly. He kissed your shoulder lovingly. 

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Bonus Poll — Sopping Wet Cat

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Have these little podcasts fellows for your travels

[immediatebreakfast]

The poor mother, and Jonathan are just pawns for Dracula's entertaiment. One was killed as if she meant nothing, and the other is trapped in a cycle of suffering with the sole purpose of breaking his mind.

Even if Jonathan didn't have any kind of papers that proved his identity, human kindness knows no bounds. I speculate that the locals would have taken in Jonathan despite his haggard visage if he had managed to escape the castle, more since they wouldn't have turned their hands away from a surviving victim of the Count.

However, there was only one way that Dracula could have perfectly deterred the Transylvania locals (and even enrage them) from helping Jonathan.

It was a new shock to me to find that he had on the suit of clothes which I had worn whilst travelling here, and slung over his shoulder the terrible bag which I had seen the women take away. 

Who would help the creature that blantantly stole a child in front of everyone? Who would even believe the story of this "man" if he somehow returned to the village claiming to be the Count's prisoner? What if is it another trick? What if the Count now wants to throw this new turned vampire at them? We know as humans how people could react in such situation.

After Dracula's stunt with his clothing, if Jonathan somehow managed to escape he will have nowhere to go. The Count perfectly planned to cut away Jonathan's last hope for escaping, and he was very successful. It doesn't matter if he manages to escape the Weird Sisters, the maze of the castle, the wolves, the hills, and the cold of the forest, Jonathan would be killed by the first humans he would have seen in months.

Yet, today is different. Today a person, a mother, decided to go to the castle in order to rescue her baby.

"Monster, give me my child!"

Her fear for the Count, and the monsters that lurk around the castle was conquered by her sheer determination of getting her child back.

For such a minor character, she showed strenght in her conviction to at least face that feared lord who managed to catch another victim before her baby. However, Dracula doesn't care about conviction, nor human strenght, all of this must be normal to him, almost routine. So, he sends the wolves to do a horrible deed he deems beneath him.

All in front of Jonathan's eyes.

[raythefool]

guys named john/jon and being in a Situation

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Jon Arbuckle (the fat fucking cat chronicles)

John Egbert (you know the one)

Gillian Leonidas-Marcelo-Robert-Gilbert-Archimedes-Pliskin-Kneute-Applegate-Fuckboy-Lorenzo-Casimiro-John-Face (VA-11 Hall-A)

John Ward (FAITH)

Jon Matteson (real life human man)

General John MacNamara/McNamara (Hatchetfield Universe)

Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things) (couldnt think of a funny name replacement, sorry)

John Watson (elementary, my dear john)

Jonathan Harker (the only thing Dracula is thirsty for that isn’t blood)

John Wick (pov your friend kills your dog in minecraft)

Johnny Bravo (woah momma)

John Marston (rootin' tootin' shootin' red edition)

Jonathan Joestar (jon's unusual experience)

Johnny Joestar (jon's unusual expeHey wait a minute)

Johnny English (he's played by Rowan Atkinson i'd say that's a Situation by itself)

John Wilkes Booth (shooting Abraham Lincoln is also a bit of a Situation i'd say)

John Kramer ("not a murderer")

i am struggling to think of any more johns/jons at the moment, if anyone knows any other Johns/Jons that have been or are currently in a Situation, please yell at me and i will probably expand the list. thank you

[thermodynamic-comedian]

"hello, jon. apologies for the deception." vs. "hello, john. i'm so glad to finally meet you."

[labyrinth-guardian]

Do you understand my vision?

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Gaming Headcanons [Modern AU]

Totally forgot to post this to Tumblr that I made on Docs 2 months ago ;w;

Cries at the ending

Jonathan, Emmett, Ruth

Doesn't know where to go next

“y/n, what do I do now?”

Austin

Achievement collector

Samuel, Wambliska, Barnabas, Austin

Gets jump scared by literally anything [horror]

Jonathan, Ruth

Will try to solve everything [mystery/crime]

Samuel

Will become a murderhobo

Cain

Tries to keep everyone alive [until dawn, the quarry, etc..]

Samuel, Wambliska, Jonathan

Will try to find funny glitches and/or mod the skins

Cain, Jonathan, Shadrach, Austin

Will be there to give you resources (just in case)

Peter

Will totally forget about something and has to retrace most of the map

Shadrach

[startdustnureyev]

cannot believe we are still debating which pathetic podcast man is the most wet cat of them all like I’m SORRY jon has had to deal with horrors beyond our comprehension but if you put him in eskew for one day he would break like the uncooked spaghetti that he is. david ward would treat jon’s apocalypse like a random tuesday with what he goes though. david ward for the wet cat award.

[patheticmenscuffle]

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives): "Dude got kidnapped like. Five times or something IDK I stopped counting after the clowns showed up."

David Ward (I Am In Eskew): "he is constantly sad and wet. he doesn't own an umbrella in a city that always rains."

[batcavescolony]

Batman #186

I love it when Bruce just does rich people things. He decided that kids that Dick was working with needed ice cream so he got a ice cream truck and brang it to them.