#jonathon ohnn x reader

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking of all the ways you can be intimate with the Spot | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: use of strap ons,

Ever since the accident happened and his body changed form, Spot never thought he’d be able to be intimate with someone.

However everything changed when he met you who was rather experimental in the bedroom and never afraid to try something new.

So it was to no surprise when you came up to him one day and told him about this idea that you had.

It all started when the two of you were getting intimate. He had you bent over, fingers thrusting into your aching hole and murmuring about how he wishes he could feel like he used to before.

Ever since then you’ve been thinking about ways to make it happen and one day you came across an article stating that strap ons were a great addition to the bedroom for all parties involved, thus giving you the idea that you should try giving him a blow job while he’s wearing a strap.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, head tilted in anticipation with a strap hanging between his legs

“You sure this will work ?” Spot asks and looks down to where you’re sitting on the floor, voice careful and unsure as he fidgets with his long lanky fingers.

You shrug in response “honestly? I don’t know but it’s worth a shot“

Despite taking a new form you can still tell by his body language that he’s nervous.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Jonathan” you say as you squeeze his thigh in reassurance.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I haven’t done this in a while and it’s much different from what I’m used to, you know? “ Spot says whilst shuffling around on the covers.

You did know.

The color of the strap was a stark contrast to the color of his skin, the size wasn’t something he was used to having and on top of that he was guaranteed not to feel a thing.

You nod your head in understanding and smile up at him. “How about this; if you really want to do this we’ll give it a go and if it turns out that it’s not your thing we forget about it. You and me can order pizza watch some movie and cuddle on the couch instead yeah?”

Spot takes a moment to consider it before he nods in agreement and you see the tension leaving his body as he relaxes on the bed.

Although his body can no longer feel the way it once did, he appreciates the way you trail kisses down his chest, the way your hands gently rub circles into his thighs and the way your eyes stay glued to his face, making sure he’s alright with everything that you’re doing.

The sheer attentiveness of it all has him lolling hishead back, chest heaving as his big hand gently drags along the expanse of your back.

“Still alright?” you ask as you pause your ministrations, voice careful and gaze gauging his every reaction.

Spot nods in response ”It’s really nice “ he says, voice shaky and breaths labored as his limbs twitch from your touch “keep going please”

As you kiss and caress him, you stumble upon one of the many spots decorating his body.

“Has anyone tried touching them?” you ask, eyeing what seemed to be a bottomless pit with curiosity.

It takes him a moment to respond, brain still affected by your touch “Only by accident “ he says, voice slightly cracking as he turns to the spot that you’re eyeing.

“May I?”

“You want to touch it?” He says, voice full of wonder as he adjusts himself on top of the covers.

You nod in response, still eyeing the spot.

“Alright, go ahead “

Spot doesn’t have to tell you twice as your hands sprawl over the expanse of his thighs, curios fingers skating over spotted skin as your eyes eaglery drink in the sight of the many dots on his body.

Some are big, some are small, some edges are very frail and some are very sharp. You trace each and every one of them with your finger as you gauge his reaction. “How does that feel?”

“Ticklish” he chuckles and you can’t help but smile at his reaction.

“What if I did this?” You ask as you slowly inch your hand closer to his inner thigh, fingers experimentally tracing around the edge of a spot before sliding two fingers inside.

“Oh-oh- woah” Spot gasps in surprise and falls back onto the bed “sorry sorry so sorry”

“That's alright, maybe it’s better if you’re laying down instead” you say with a chuckle, never once stopping your caresses “does this feel okay?”

He tries to form words, tongue stumbling over syllables as he squirms.“feels - feels good uh yeah good fuck -how are you doing that” he squeaks out as he gently ruts his hips against your hand.

It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. You can hear the whirling sounds coming from the portal, and you can feel the way the cold air caresses your bare skin but you can’t see a single thing. So you do your best to navigate your fingers in what seemed to be an endless pit, gently moving them in a back and forth motion as you keep your eyes trained on him.

“This?” You ask as you curl your fingers experimentally.

“Fuck” he cries out before he bites down on his arm, thigh twitching under you touch.

“Still alright?” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yeah, yeah still good” he pants, nodding his head, limb still twitching under your hand.

You give a few more experimental thrusts to his hole, watching the way he gets worked up only to suddenly pull away from the spot.

Spot whimpers at the loss of contact but you’re quick to console him with a squeeze to his thigh.

“I’d like to try something. Tell me if you want me to stop” you say to him as you inch closer to the strap hanging between his legs. “And keep your eyes on me okay?”

“Yeah alright -“

You wrap your lips around the strap as you sink down on it before you plunge your fingers back inside the hole on his inner thigh, doing your best to match the pace of your mouth with the movements of your fingers.

Spot gasps in surprise at the sight, back arching off the bed and heels digging into the bedroom floor for support. “Fuck oh- fuck” he cries out, voice full of wonder as he rocks his hips against your face “it’s like- it’s like you’re actually doing it”he whines out again , hands fumbling to grasp onto something and settling for clawing at the mattress.

You continue your movements, and you even tease him by pulling out your fingers only to trace the edge of the hole before plunging them back inside of the portal.

“Oh god- “ he sobs as you continue your ministrations.

“You sound so pretty you know? Love to see what more sounds you can make while I fuck your holes” you say as you pull away from the plastic, fingers still thrusting inside his hole.

“Don’t- don’t say stuff like that” Spot whines as he buries his face in his hands but still keeping a watchful eye as you drag your tongue over the plastic.

“Why? You don’t like it?” you ask with a smile on your face, already knowing the answer to your question. “Jonathan answer me “ you say in warning as you crook your fingers.

He sobs at that, fingers digging into the hole on his face as he furiously bucks his hips against your hand.

“I do” he wails, as he continues to rock his hips . “Feels so good feels so good feels as if - as if “ he pants, unable to finish his sentence as he starts clawing at the mattress again, slowly losing control of his senses

You sink down on the plastic again as you continues crook your fingers inside the hole on his body.

His head shifts from side to side so fast he looks like a moving blur, too far gone in pleasure to be able to look at you anymore as he rocks his hips against your face, the movement so sudden it causes you to gag around the plastic.

You pull away from him with a cough and blink back in surprise as you wipe your mouth.

Spot springs up so fast he almost tumbles over in the process. “Oh god- god, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yeah don’t worry about that, just a bit surprised “ you say with a soft smile on your face, swallowing down the discomfort that was making itself known at the back of your throat.

“So- sorry” Spot says again. “Here let me-“

You just shake your head before you gently push him back down on the bed and sink down on him again. Your fingers return to the spot on his body, making sure the pace of your fingers matches with the pace of your mouth to keep the illusion going.

His hand goes back to your head, gently cradling it this time as he lightly rocks his hips against your face. “This is - this is so nice - thank you so much for doing this”

It’s clear that he’s trying to restrain himself, body shaking from restraint as he shoves fingers into the hole on his face to muffle the whines and whimpers escaping him.

As much as you appreciate the gesture you don’t want him to hold back and you make it known with a tap to his thigh.

His fingers fall from his face, body going completely still as he turns to look at you instead. He must’ve thought you wanted to stop because he goes to pull away but you’re quick to put a hand on hip, halting his movements completely.

You relax your mouth around the strap, body going slack as you guide his hips against your face.

Spot gasps at your movements, lanky fingers clumsily grabbing onto your hair as he guides your head all the way down to the base. “Fuck oh fuck please -“

What started off as a controlled pace quickly turns into a feverish mess and he wails, blunt nails dragging along your neck as he slowly loses control of his senses.

As you continue to sink down on the plastic and fingering the portal on his body , you notice the holes expanding in size, and even moving around

You’re amazed, eyes wide and mouth halting its moments as your fingers trace the many shapes of the holes of his body.

All of a sudden he stops responding, body going completely still and you turn your gaze towards him.

“Jonathan? Is everything alright?” You say, worry dripping from your voice as you pull away from the strap.

He’s got his fingers shoved back into the hole on his face, an attempt at silencing the whines and whimpers escaping him that only seem to grow louder as the spots morphe and move around on his body.

“Nonono don’t stop don’t stop please please“ he urges, hand clumsily grabbing onto your hair as he shoves you back between his legs.

Oh

Now that's a reaction you’re familiar with and you quickly wrap your lips around the plastic dick as you sink down on it, fingers plunging back into his hole and continuously curling inside of it.

You see the way the spots on his body continue to shift and change, and you feel the way his fingers yank onto your hair as he frantically rocks his hips against your face.

“I think I’m-I think I’m —“ Spot mutters into the palm of his hand before he comes with a cry, back arching off the bed as the spots on his body finally stop moving.

It’s unlike anything you’ve seen before, an orgasm accommodated to his newest form and you can’t help but want to see more.

Spot flops back down onto the bed, hand thrown over his eyes as he exhales heavily

“That was- that was woah”

“Should we do that again?” You ask with a smile on your face.

#jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #Jonathan ohnn x male reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x male reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader #across the spiderverse #verse male reader #Alec writes #I had one person excited about spot with strap ons and I was like ! I got u friend *slaps this baby on the table* #pls excuse any mistakes #I was going to post this yesterday but I had a 5 hour tattoo session and was like nvm babe

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Jonathon Ohnn x Reader, where he catches you touching yourself 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot, f!Reader, voyeurism, masturbation 

He's back home earlier than expected but didnt text or called you as to give you a surprise, its been a while since you two had a nice home-date.  

Jonathon tentatively calls your name but its only greeted with silence.  

"Honey?" Thats unusual, even if you were busy with something you would shout a "welcome home" from whatever room you are in. Not today it seems.  

Maybe you were out running some errands? Seems unlike it, you always left a note just in case, or text him that you will be out. Maybe you /did/ text him but he didnt hear it? Jonathon is about to take his phone to call you when he hears some shuffling from your shared bedroom.  

Oh, so you were home.  

He makes his way to your room, the door is half open and there is light pouring from the crack between it. He is about to open it when he hears you:  

"Johnny~"  

His whole body freezes, hand over the handle.  

"Mnhh- Johnny~"  

He holds his breath, cheeks flushing.  

Are you-  

Are you doing what he thinks you are doing?  

As to confirm his hypothesis, you let out a gasp followed by an unmistakable and rather breathless moan.  

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" He chants, excited, panicked. He swallows, his throat suddenly very dry.  

Carefully he leans forward, peaking through the crack of the door.  

Except for the shirt -his shirt!- that you are wearing, you lay completely naked on the bed.  

You have your legs spread open, two of your fingers rubbing lazy circles around your sex while you knead your breast with your hand.  

He feels his face hot, blood running to his groin, easiest and fastest boner he has ever have. He's so hard that his pants are feeling uncomfortable tight already.  

Not even on his wildest fantasies Jonathon thought he would be on this position, his mind is torn between the guilt and how horny he is feeling.  

He should stop watching, he needs to stop but...How could he just walk away? You are the most delicious sight, you obviously have just started by the looks of it but you already are feeling so good, he can tell.  

He pours one "im so sorry" after another as his hand quietly but surely grasps the bulge of his pants giving it a firm squeeze just at the same time /you/ give your tit a squeeze. You let out a moan as he bit his lip to not let out his own.  

Unware of being watched, you hold your breath as you push two -oh god two already- inside your wet cunt, curling them oh so good that you gasp, mouth full open as you lift your hips just to have them deeper inside.  

"Johnny-!" You call his name needely, imagining that the fingers pleasuring you are not yours but his. Long and thick fingers, that reach places your own cant. Oh God, you want him so bad. You could cum with his fingers alone. "Please-"  

Jonathon sighs, taking his cock out and giving it a few pumps. What is what you want? You are calling his name so sweetly, if you only knew he was there, ready and eager to give you anything and everything you would ever need.  

Your fingers go in and out of your pussy, making a delicious wet noise as you pinch your nipple, moaning at how good you are making yourself feel.  

In the privacy of your mind, you imagine him over you, making you feel small but so safe, he is so much bigger than you, fuck.  

You think of his hands all over your body, caressing you softly.  

You want his hot mouth on your clit, sucking it as he fingers you, all while he watches you with those big brown eyes of his.  

Oh, you would feel so damn good.  

You want him to make you scream in pleasure, making you climax over and over again on his toungue.  

"Please, Johnny-" You moan the rhytm of your fingers becoming faster, a familiar hot feeling pouring into your gut.  

"What do you want baby" Jonathan whispers, a hand working on his cock as the other digs into the door frame. "Oh, just tell me what you want"  

In your fantasy you can almost hear the same question, his voice low and hot that make you breathless.  

There's an inch inside you, begging not- SCREAMING to be taken care of.  

You bring the sleeve of his shirt to your nose, deeply breathing in the fading aroma of his cologne, submerging yourself even more into this little fantasy of yours as your fingers reach as far as they can. 

Its good but not enough, you want more, you /need/ more. 

"Fuck me Johnny!" You shout against your arm, nose filled with him. "Please fuck me!" 

"Fuuuuuck-" He cant take it anymore.

The door of the bedroom flies open, startling you so much that you even sit straigh in the bed. A flash of color moves from the corner of your eye and before you can call his name, Jonathon is all over you, panting. 

"Tell me" He says between kisses "What do you want? I will give you anything you want" You moan into the kiss, your head too foggy to think straight only  to feel his hands, his erection rutting against your belly. 

"Johnny?!" You manage to say after the initial shock "How long have you-"

He kiss you desperatly, his hands coming from your hips to you breast, fondle them, pinching your nipples. 

You sigh, arms going around him, your fingers digging into the curls of his hair. "Please-" You cry into his ear. "Fuck me"

He lets out a shaky moan, his hand trembling as he aligns himself against your cunt before ramming it inside. 

Barely letting you adjust as his size, he starts pounding you, thrusting so hard he pushes you up with each.

You scream in pleasure, digging your nails into the skin of his back.

"So-Ah! Tight!" Jonathon is breathless, focusing into filling you up. "You feel so good!"  You feel one of his hand sliding between your thighs, two fingers rubbing your clit.

"Johnny-!" You cry. 

You squirm at the touch, overstimulated.

The heat on your belly is reaching its limit, your body begging for realese. 

You dont need to tell him, he can feel you are close because your pussy is tightening around his cock, your legs wrap around his waist holding him for dear life.

"Cum" He whimpers against your neck, the pace of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, he is close too. "Oh God, cum!" 

With a final push, you scream in pleasure, your body tensing and a moment later becoming undone. You call his name as you come until everything that comes from your lips are unintelligible sounds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He curses, his ears picking the wet noises of your cunt as he pounds it, the little weak whimpers as you take his cock. "Im cumming! Im cumming!" His load comes hot and thick, even when your body is starting to feel limp, you still shiver at the feeling of being filled. 

Jonathon grunts, holding you impossible close, his knuckles white.

He feels how you squirt into his cock, probably soaking the bed, it arouses him even more, his climax coming closer and  closer. 

Jonathon keeps thrusting, a little more slower this time, as he keeps cumming; Exahusted, his body collapses into yours, pinning you down. 

You can feel yourself dozing off only opening your eyes when he speaks:

"Im sorry for peeping" He apologizes, nuzzling into your neck.

You chuckle, this dork you swear to god. You kiss the roof of his head, his messy hair tickling your nose. "Next time, just knock Johnny".

#the spot #jonathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn #the spot smut #the spot x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #spiderverse smut #the spot spiderverse #to be honest i rushed the ending a little bit #i lost inspiration #but i do like it #casmo writes

[shameless-slit]

Inspired by a fic on ao3, where Spot comes back to Alchemax shortly after the incident

#if someone finds the fic please tell me I forgot what it was #the spot x reader #the spot #jonathon ohnn x reader #the spot fanart #atsv spot #my art #comic

[amazon160]

Spot dabbles because the simps need to be fed:

(art ain’t by me I’m so sorry I couldn’t find the og artist 😭)

-He is the single most awkward man alive, no doubt. Has no filter. Will compliment or critique you on the spot. Hehe. I just noticed the pun there lol. And if it’s not an annoyed critique, he usually gets all flustered after he realizes what he’s just said.

-Spot is real laid back if not an anxious wreck around you. Clearly a bottom. You’ll get him to be more assertive by telling him that when he does, it’s straight up H O T.

-He seems like a “work now, clean later” kind of guy. I mean, we saw how disorganized his house was. It reminds me of Dipper in this one Gravity Falls episode iykyk 😉. Once he moves in with you, he’ll push himself to pick up after himself more often. Until then, he would much rather come to you than you come to his apartment.

-The man can be a scientific perfectionist, but he does not like to clean :(

-Absolutely loves it when you lay your head on his stomach. He’s a lil chub, so he feels like a pillow :3

-Spot is very self conscious of his body, of course. So he will go ballistic when you caress his square like torso or his spindly limbs, like they’re the most perfect things in the world to you.

-He doesn’t understand how you could love someone like him :’(

-When you trace around his spots or sweet talk him about whatever, he can barely sit still underneath you. Any type of praise will send him through the roof.

-So when you’d say it was hot when Spot was assertive? Every now and then, he’ll take that advice. It’ll be easy to kinda just sneak up on ya from behind with his portals.

-He also likes to give you praise as much as you like to give him it. He knows that the assertion needs to go both ways.

-That’ll be its own blurb with more details for another day.

-But.

-I’ve always had a thing for hypnosis, I love it and I don’t see it used too often. But like, imagine Spot pins you onto the bed or the couch or somewhere comfortable. His portals are keeping your arms out of place and he forces you to look at him the way he makes Miles look to the side in the movie

Erm. 😳

-The spot on his face starts to swirl, or ripple, or whatever motion and you feel all groggy under his gaze, making way for Spot to take advantage of you while you’re under his trance.

AAA--

-I’m not the usual fan of yandere but for a lil wimp like Spot to be acting that way would be HOO--MAMA--especially if this were after his transformation and the end of the movie.

-You wouldn’t stand a chance.

-AND tbh his voice is just so 😩 especially when it’s distorted

-Like is it just me-? Idk.

-He doesn’t like doing the spicy all that much, he’s mostly into the fluff and domestic bits of your relationship. Don’t get me wrong, he appreciates what intimacy he’ll get, but not so much the SPICY stuff y’know

-And this is whether or not you’d say he has his part. For some reason this became a discussion with me and some friends and one of them literally went “maybe it’s in a hole somewhere”. So if that’s where you wanna go, go for it. Heck, I’ve still seen some art of stuff coming out of that face-spot of his. Y’know, the one spot on his head 😋

That’s all the dribbles FOR NOW, but I intend on getting a not spicy but mild blurb of Spot along with that hypnosis concept XD

#the spot #the spot x reader #the spot spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn x reader #spot x reader #atsv x reader #im putting hypnosis in cus can

[valentine-writes]

Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

#the spot atsv #the spot #atsv x reader #the spot x reader #the spot x y/n #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #BRO ITZ SO HARD TO TAG FOR HIM IM GONNA ANWKJWEIJE?!!]^{>]*]% #ok im normal again

[likedovesinthewindd]

A thread of Hope

jonathan ohnn/the spot x reader

๑ summary: amidst all the destruction and dejection you've found yourself in the last few months, you still missed your husband, and you'd do anything to have him back again.

๑ warning/content: mention of crime, being homeless, allusion to depression, kinda hurt/comfort, use of pet names (lmao sorry) this is actually kida corny lmfaoo I'm sorry 😭

๑ word count: ± 2500

๑ a/n: thank you to everyone who commented and motivated me to finish this, and to everyone who voted on the poll 🩷

๑ gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

Every day seemed to stretch on into forever, blending into the next to create one long, unbearable loop. Having to wake up every morning with the hope that the last few months had only been one bad dream. That you'd turn your body around in bed and find your husband sleeping peacefully next to you, and then you'd close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.

And every morning when you'd turn around to find his side of the bed cold and empty, you'd face the heartbreaking realization that your husband was gone, presumed dead.

You've never known hurt like this; being told that your husband was dead, most likely caught under the thousands of pounds of rubble from what had been Alchemax's buildings. You've cried, you've been angry, you've even been at the verge of a complete breakdown, but you refused to mourn. A person only mourned the dead, and you refused to believe that your husband was dead.

But it has been months, and the already thin thread of hope you had been holding onto was waning thinner with every passing day. Every long, exhausting day of fruitless efforts and disappointment. Your friends and family had already tried convincing you—in the nicest way they could put it—to stop searching for him, to accept it and let him "rest". But you wouldn't let him rest, and neither would you rest. You were aware that at some point that thread of hope would certainly break, but until then you'd try and search until you found something.

˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𖡼˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚

The nights truly were the worst part of it all. Everything seemed to get so quiet now that Jonathan wasn't around, and it felt like the silence was slowly driving you towards an inevitable insanity. You had grown so used to returning from work every day, getting food ready as the scratchy sounds of the old radio filled the small apartment kitchen.

And every evening you'd be greeted by your husband's voice announcing his arrival and loudly settling in, throwing his coat, briefcase and loose files on the whichever surface he could find. He would clean your bedroom that the both of you had neglected that morning while you finished cooking (because neither of you trusted him near a pot nor pan).

After a while he'd join you in the kitchen, helping in areas where he couldn't burn anything, quietly humming along to whatever song would be playing from the radio. And when dinner was done, you'd sit at your small couch, knees touching and each with a couch pillow in your lap acting as a folding tray.

You'd listen to him jabber passionately about what he had been working on recently and how it worked, talking in terms you'd never even dream of ever understanding. You'd listen to it every day though, gladly.

But now, every day you'd come home from work to a dark and empty house, and you'd saunter around like a ghost, the usual singing and humming replaced by your sighs and heavy footsteps as you make your way to bed, ready to call it a night.

Tonight the silence was suffocating you; you needed to get out of the apartment before the walls swallowed you up whole. So you found whatever jacket was laying around and made your way to the roof of the building. It was your favorite place to go to when you needed to think, or to get away from the commotion of everything and just find your bearings once again. Ironically, tonight you needed to get away from the lack of commotion.

It was somewhat your little secret spot, so you were surprised when you found someone else sitting by the ledge of the building, their back to you as they stared down at the busy building beneath. Your first thought had been to warn the person about sitting so close to the ledge, but you decided to approach them differently. Besides, they might have been here for the exact same reason you were.

"Excuse me," you said softly, trying to not startle them. It hadn't worked apparently, and they still flinched upon hearing your voice, the scratchy material of their jacket faintly rustling with the movement. He didnt turn around though, and you grew a bit concerned as to what exactly the stranger was doing here.

"You don't have to go or anything, but," you started, "maybe you shouldn't sit there? You could easily misjudge your step or something, then you could hurt yourself." Still, the guy didnt answer, and just when you wanted to speak up again, maybe turn back inside to call for help, he suddenly spoke up.

"Im sorry, I'll be out of you hair I just—" by now he was making his way down the ledge, assumebly getting ready to leave completely. "I didnt mean you have to lea—"

"No, Im going. Im just in the way," the man spoke, tugging at the hat he wore and keeping his head down as he passed you, slightly bumping into you to get to the roof hatch behind you. It was also when you noticed the odd pair of pant he was wearing. Tghts? A leotard?

It wasn't till the man was already at the roof hatch, ready to make his way down the stairs, when it hit you. The voice, you'd be able to recognize that voice in your sleep—perhaps courtesy of how often he's plagued your dreams in recent months, or maybe simply because he was your husband and you've grown so accustomed to everything him.

"Hey wait a minute!" you shouted, hating the way your voice was already sounding weak and shak. You were mentally kicking yourslf at how you were getting your hopes up.

The man froze once again, refusing to turn around and hunching over like someone trying to make himself seem smaller, trying to not be seen. You took a few cautious steps closer to him, until you were facing his back, close enough to see the panted breaths he was taking, chest rising and falling rhythmically yet frantically.

"Jonathan?" you tried, and God, you couldn't stand how desperate you sounded, even to your own ears. You were grasping at straws at this point, even you could see that. This could've been the first sign of your impending insanity, but it was too late to turn back now. "Jonathan," you tried again, voice a bit more confident this time around. The man said nothing, did nothing, and just when you were getting ready to apologize for making him uncomfortable, he turned around in one swift movement. The quick motion made you gasp, the man suddenly so close to you that you had the chance to examine his features, only there was nothing there.

He was lacking all and any facial features, except for the big black splotch moving around on his face frantically. And for some reason you could've sworn you could still see the emotion etched onto his face, even without any indication thereof. You could so clearly see the distraught, the sadness that seemed to ooze from him.

"Jonathan?" you tried one final time, your eyes focused on his featureless face, the black splotch now moving around at an almost concerning pace. "What happened?"

Then you saw it again. You saw the emotion in his face, so clearly displayed that it almost felt like he didn't even need a face for you to see it. "How did you know it was me?" he whispered, voice so small you would've missed it if a strong enough wind blew by. The words seemed to jackhammer at your already torn and hurt heart, and you already felt the tears pooling in your eyes, making them feel as heavy as the lump that sat in your throat. "Only you would wear a hat that ugly," you said with a wobbly voice, trying desperately to not cry even though the tears had already fallen the moment the words left your mouth.

For a second, the spot on his face morphed into what you believed was a substitute for a smile, and the sight made a similar streatch onto your face. You reached out a shaky hand to touch his face, and when you were sure he wouldn't flinch away, you gently placed your palm on his cheek. You were so used to the feeling of the scruff always present on his face; the smooth, cold skin felt so foreign to you.

Your hand moved to where his mouth was, fingers ghosting to where his lips would've been until they reached the hole in the middle of his face. Your fingers traced the edge, and when you wanted to run your fingers over the surface, your hand sunk right into the hole.

You panicked, trying to get your hand back from wherever it had disappeared to, when Jonathan's hand came to your wrist, trying to get you to calm down. When you did manage to calm down, he gently pulled your hand from the hole, his hand still holding onto yours when you dropped it from his face. "I'm sorry, I probably should've told you about that first," he said, his large hand still engulfing yours. You noticed how incredibly cold his hand was.

"What was that even? What happened to you?" you asked. He sighed before looking down at your joined hands. "Do you mind if we go somewhere a bit warmer? You must be freezing."

˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𖡼˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚

"So, to put everything briefly, after the accident at Alchamex you merged with a vial of dark matter, and it gave you the ability to create portals and travel inter-dimensionally."

"Yes."

"But it also mutated your body, and now you don't have a face."

"Yes."

"And for the last three months you've just been wandering around New York sleeping in alleyways and committing petty crimes to get some money?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Why didn't you come home, Jonathan?"

He let out a tired sigh, his head bowing a little lower in shame. If he still had a face his eyebrows would almost certainly have been furrowed, his brown eyes big and almost woeful.

"I was afraid you'd be scared of me," he said quietly, "that you'd find me repulsive and chase me away, like everyone else has when they see me." Your heart ached when you heard his confession, even more so when you had to think about how long he had been wandering around on the street, afraid and alone without anything to eat or anyone to go.

Too scared to come home.

You once again took his cold hand in yours, giving it a tight and hopefully reassuring squeeze, to which he lifted his head in reaction. "You don't ever have to feel afraid to come home, Jonathan," you said softly, watching the black spot on his face.

"This is our home, the home we created out of an old rundown apartment, together. You've seen me at my utter worse more times than I'd like to admit, and I want to feel that comfortable with me too." His head dropped once again, opting to stare at his legs as they bumped against yours. Your gaze followed his before they returned to his face, trying to coax him to look at you.

"Honey, please look at me," you said softly and his head lifted slowly. "I'm.. hardly the Jonathan I was. I don't even feel human anymore." The ache in your heart only worsened, the feeling making your chest feel heavier by the second.

"You're still my Jonathan, I know that," you said. "You're still the sweet guy I met all those years ago, who used to be terrified of me." you smlied when you heard the playful scoff from him. "You're still so kind, and compassionate and nothing can take that away because that's just who you are. You're still human, Jonathan, because you still have your humanity."

The room fell into a long silence, and for the first time that night you couldn't tell how Jonathan felt, you couldn't read him at all. "Please say something," you said softly, practically begging Jonathan to once again fill the silence, like he'd always done.

"I missed you," was what he said after a few more moments. You don't know why, but the confession had shocked you a little bit. You found yourself thinking about how often he'd been thinking about you. How many nights have we probably thought of each other at the same time. "I thought I'd never see you again," he added, voice heavy with dejection.

You hadn't even noticed that your grip had tightened until you felt Jonathan's hands squeeze you back, to ground both you and himself. "You don't know how much I missed you," you said, "I never stopped looking."

"I know," he said, the hole on his face once again trying to streatch into a smile. "Can I— can I hug you?" he asked, very unsure of his request. You didn't answer him, just letting go of his hands and wrapping your arms around him. His head fell to your shoulder as his arms also wrapped themselves around you. At once you could feel the weeks worth of tension, stress leaving your body as you felt Jonathan's cold skin against your cheek.

"What am I supposed to do now?" his voiced asked softly, his embrace on you tightening the slightest. "I don't know," you said honestly, "but I know you're not gonna do this alone. I'm gonna be here every step of the way."

That night the apartment wasn't as quiet as always.

#jonathan ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #the spot x reader #the spot #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

[vigilante-izuku]

sooo apparently (i think in the comics??) the spot aka jonathon ohnn has a kid and an ex-wife and i’m kinda lowkey obsessed with the thought of reader being his ex-spouse. 

and of course you’re still in love with him. you’d just had to make the hard choice of separating because he was a workaholic.he loves you and your kid but he was always too caught up in his work. he never learned how to balance his work life and family life.

ANYWAYS imagine jonathon coming back to you after he's transformed into the spot. he’s looking for help and comfort and afraid that you’ll turn him away. that his kid won’t recognize him.

but you, of course, will help the man you love. the one you had married. and as soon as your kid hears their father’s voice they’re just like “DADDY!!!!!” and is completely fascinated by him.

imagine spot holding his wiggly baby who is trying to stick their entire face into one of his holes. Him following you around the house. completely lovesick over you and your kindness. remembering why he married you, why he loves you. realizing that work’s not the most important thing. family is <3

#eri's ideas #the spot x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #you know you got it bad when you're posting ideas about them

[rooshoom]

I did it. I have Spots verbal quirks in the previous post and now you get to have Spots physical quirks and movements with some quotes from when I noticed he does them.

Poses

Terrible casual ‘guy’ poses

The arm lean, the hand on the hip, the tilted head. He is totally faking the confidence.

“I love how many of your there are!”

“It’s the place with the big collider.”

Shoulders / Arms

When he first walks into the store to rob the ATM, he has super tense shoulders. We see a lot of his stress and tension carried more in his upper body than lower body.

Lots of shrugging

Shrinks in on himself by squeezing his arms to his sides

During the flashback when he brought the spider from 42 to 1610 you can really see how much he tries to squeeze in on himself.

Slings his arms, when he throws his portals his arms fly forward very fluidly. Example when he throws the portal at Pav, Gwen and Hobie, he throws it hard enough that his upper body drops once it’s out of his hand.

Hand movements

Fingers first, if you watch the way he reaches into the ATM he doesn’t just casually reach in, he grabs things with his fingers instead of his whole hand or with his palm

Floppy hand / t-rex arm

Conveys tons of emotions through his hands, like when he is shocked he flexes his fingers open. Maybe picked up on this since he can no longer express emotion through his face.

Balled fists but likely out of nerves. Once again seen in the flashback of the spider.

Points with all of his fingers instead of just one. “You made me into this!”

Standing / walking

It seems like he only stands at full height when he’s trying to convince himself to be confident. “I am the Spot.”

Even when he’s actually confident he doesn’t stand at full height. Right before he disappears inside Pav’s collider, which you can tell by his verbal cues that he’s very confident with what he's about to do, he’s still leaned over.

Knees together, once against this man just wants to appear small.

Clumsy. “I need more spots!” Running into walls, dropping things, and twisting around corners.

Would rather stand, crouch, or stand on his knees than sit down. Look at Gwen watch him ramble to himself while building, he doesn’t sit once.

Crouches with his neck more than his back. “You’ll have a villain worth fighting for.”

Head / Face

Head tilts

Leans forward to see with face first, so lucky he has a hole right there to deflect fists because if he didn’t he would be punched in the face so fast.

When he says “wow four on there.” You can see him lean in with his face. Totally why that old lady beat him with a purse.

Literal nose tilted up attitude later in the movie. When he’s in Pav’s universe dropping scientists into portals, he has face tilted up and nodding along with how many holes he creates.

Other

I see him stim with his legs a lot, such as hopping foot to foot. “This is real.”

Just generally very fluid, watch how he falls into the portal when he yells, “I am your nemesis!” He flops into it instead of bracing for impact. He has no sense of self preservation.

He. Cannot. Fight. Watch all of his scenes and look at how loose he is. A slinky of a man.

Look at how he flails. This man would flinch if you threw a pillow at him.

Y’all, I’m absolutely encouraging you to write Spot X Reader with my lists. I’m trying to make this easy as possible, don’t think babygirl just write a bedtime story for the masses we can all peacefully drift off to. Let me spoil you with the time I spent doing this so you don’t have to.

#jonathan ohnn #the spot #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #jonathon ohnn #what else should I write about

[claie171art]

Posting my mental illness here so I can delete it from my gallery. I apologize

#this is for the spot girlies (gn) #not me drawing filth and cringing about it but having the irresistible urge to post anything and everything I draw #the spot #the spot x reader #atsv spot #the spot atsv #tw suggestive #spiderverse #atsv fanart #my art #claie #illustration #digital art #spiderman across the spiderverse #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

[w33nies]

Qué Maravilla - Full Chapter List

Full updated list of all the current chapters for Qué Maravilla

art belongs to @bumbleboots_art on insta

Miguel O'hara x SpiderReader Rating: E for Everyone bby Warnings: violence, swearing, death + tons of angst and jealousy if ur into that kind of thing Summary: You and Miguel don't see eye to eye on Miles and canon events. Arguments arise and some secrets emerge.

---------- CHAPTER LIST ----------

Ch.1 - Only You

Ch.2 - Half Empty, Half Full

Ch.3 - One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Ch.4 - Blood in the Water

Ch.5 - Double Take

Ch.6 - No Laughing Matter

Ch.7 - The Rhythm and the Blues

Ch.8 - The Point of No Return

Ch.9 - Warts and All

Ch.10 - Send in the Clowns

Ch.11 - The Forest Through The Trees

#miguel o'hara #astv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #prowler miles #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #peter b parker #peni parker #pavitr prabhakar #jessica drew #the spot #jonathon ohnn

[quinst]

"The Science Of Us" - a soulmate, au

Jonathan Ohnn (spot) x reader

Ever since y/n could remember, her life's been a whirlwind of change. Ever since she could comprehend things as a child she's heard stories, stories about what it was like to meet that special someone, a person who was made just for you - your soulmate, as most people had grown towards calling them - every one is different to some extent, however, I didn't know, i should have known, but I didn't, everyone knew, and no one told me, ever since I was born I've had this mark….

This solid black hole is directly in the center of my chest… It's  been with me ever since I could remember. Everyone had one. Not a hole, of course not, everyone's mark is different, but everyone has a mark that they're born with. They come in all different shapes and sizes and colors, but only two people in the world have the same one. If you find someone with the same mark as you, you’ve found “The One.” That special someone…

Meeting Jonathan Ohnn was more difficult than you had imagined, you see, he was the lead researcher, you were an assistant, but you weren't his…. Some people wait their whole lives to find their significant other - you only found out when Liv forced you to come to the party being hosted by Wilson Fisk…. Doctor Octavia was an intense person, and she was your best friend, she convinced you to go for the food, of course you went, how could you not, plus Liv promised that she'd pay for all your drinks…. Really, you're glad you went, I mean, why wouldn't you be…

To say you were glad that you were forced to wear a red dress revealing your chest, that revealed your mark was a bad thing, but you really were glad. The tiny incident, the one when you went to get you and Liv more food, you had brushed hands with a stranger when reaching for a plate, although looking closer you had noticed that this wasn't a stranger…

the incident had made you both pull over to assess the damage, he had jumped and knocked over a waiter passing by carrying drinks, the drinks that had then spilled on your dress, of course he's distraught,  immediately he's saying sorry and apologizing,  trying to clean the mess, only then does he notice the hole on your chest….

You reach for his hand that's padding down on your dress, trying to dry you off. He's stumbling over his words, becoming a stumbling mess and how he promises he’ll pay for the damage….

But the more he stares, the more he can't speak…. He knows, and you know….. only when Liv walks over and asks if you're okay does it break his trance, and now Liv knows…. She smirks and winks lightheartedly. She chuckles slightly and walks away before giving you a thumbs up… "Now you and his face are as red as tomatoes, and he's stutter again…. "Y-you're, uh…uhm… er… you're really pretty…." He said with such hesitation that the silence that followed after could have been cut thin, but it wasn’t…

Instead you leaned into him, into his touch, and you followed, let him lead and guide you, out, outside to the parking lot, to his car, to his apartment… only when you let out a sigh of contentment did you know that this was real, that you found him, your soulmate…. And you were happy, he was happy, you were both happy, but happiness doesn't last and things can change….

Jonathan Ohnn, a scientific man, got so caught up in his work, but you understood, right? I mean the deadlines, your shared office corner strewn with paperwork and blueprints, he was ... .working on something bigger… and you were okay with that because he still made time for you….

Even when he was tired, exhausted even, he'd still pepper your face in kisses, tell you that you… you meant the world to him… "and then…" then he was gone…. You thought he died, but the mark stayed the same… and it never faded…. One night became two months, and two months became a year. You cried, and you cried a lot. It all began when they released the news about the explosion at alchemax….

He was there… of course he was. He was so dedicated…. That his work consumed him… timeskip to a week later and every time you wake up there's always a gift, flowers, candy, sometimes it's just something shiny like a pretty rock or bottle cap, you at first were put off by it but you eventually didn't mind, until your mystery gift giver had started leaving romantic love poems about his love for you, and that he was sorry he couldn't be there, and every time the envelope was signed as the spot, and somehow you knew, you put puzzle pieces together that this was Jonathan, and that he was okay, he was alive, and even though he wasn't currently here, you felt safer…

#spiderman #sony spiderverse #drabble #oneshot #x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #jonathon ohnn #soulmates #Spotify

[rodolfoparras]

Imagine fucking the spot from every last hole of his and having your cum leak out of all his orifices 😫😫😫

Content warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, Spot X Top Male reader, sub spot, dom male reader, group sex (M/M/M/M), sensory deprivation, mild degradation, Power dynamic, non human anatomy (let’s say spot can’t feel a thing but likes to be used for sex)spot basically being a cum bucket, author does not care for grammar and spelling errors for once. Anon I know u didn’t say anything about group sex but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this and churned this thing out in an hour and it’s a lot so brace yourself Also pls don’t consider this a proper Drabble this is just me rambling djdjd

Spot is down on all four, blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that because he can feel rough hands digging into every inch of his skin. He can hear a choir of heavy grunts and gasps mingle with the sound of skin slapping together. He can almost taste the cocks thrusting into him. He can even smell the scent of sex lingering in the air.

Some would feel scared to be rendered in such vulnerable position but Spot isn’t, matter of fact he had wanted to do this.

See once you and spot started getting intimate you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck all of his holes and fill them up to the brim with cum but you couldn’t do that alone of course and would need help from some people.

So one day you had suggested the idea to him and he had easily agreed to do it.

You had given him a week to prepare, a week to back out if he needed it even but he never did instead he came with you to the decided location, only dressed in a simple black blindfold.

He hadn’t gotten much instructions other than to get down on all fours and use his safe word if he needed to.

So here he is, down on all four blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that you’re there as well, can hear your voice. He just doesn’t know if it’s your hand on his shoulder. All he knows it’s a rather demeaning grip, uncaring if they’re being gentle with him, only meant to sturdy the person in question as they’re trusting their cock into one of his holes.

He can feel another hand on him, blunt nails sinking into the supple skin of his ass as they thrust their cock into the spot just under his buttocks.

He can also feel fingers shoved into the hole on his face while someone’s thrusting a cock into the spot on his neck.

He should feel embarrassed. These unknown people are treating him as if he were nothing but a form full of holes where you could just shove your cock into it, cum and leave it gaping for more.

But for some reason he doesn’t feel embarrassed, instead he feels rather proud with how good of a job he’s doing right now.

See the group of people will each find a hole, and fuck into it until someone cums. Once someone does, they rotate to find another hole and when they find it, they do the process all over again til they manage to reach their goal.

So far they’ve rotated rather quickly, spot’s surprised that he isn’t filled to the brim right know because he can almost taste the bucket loads of cum at the back of his throat, can feel the many cocks at the very pit of his stomach but it takes a while until squelching sounds can be heard along with the sound of something dripping to the floor.

“Oh god looks like you made a mess,” he hears you say, false concern dripping from your tone.

And that’s when he realizes. You’ve actually managed to fill him up to the brim to the point where cum is leaking out of his holes and dripping to the floor.

And Spot is slightly embarrassed, doesn’t know what to say, just stays kneeling on all four, blindfolded and surrounded in puddles of cum.

“How about you clean it up for us, yeah?” He hears you speak again. There’s an echo of agreements, even some laughter can be heard.

He quickly snaps out of his embarrassment and scurries to do as he’s told. However before he can go any further someone’s pressing a boot clad foot against his shoulder, halting him from going any further.

“Only with your face Jonathan” he hears you say again, can almost see the smile on your face in his head.

“Of course sir” is all he says in response before he lowers his head to the ground.

#the spot #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #Jonathan ohnn x male reader #jonathon ohnn #jonathon ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x male reader #Alec blabbers #across the spider verse #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Relax 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot x AFAB!Reader 

There's no doubt that your boyfriend, Jonathon Ohnn, is a really hard worker.

His work is extremely important and as such he puts the extra effort in anything he does; Its because of this that he is one of the top scientist at Alchemax.  

The thing is, when Jonathon focuses on his work, everything else is a secondary task and it means /everything/.  

You have to constantly remind him to eat because if you dont, this man can go without eating actual food for days and will try to survive out of energy bars and redbulls.  

He has been so absorbed on his work that he sometimes will collapse from exahustion in top of all the papers he has been reviewing.  

He also tends to ignore you.  

You know its not on purpose but still kinda hurts.  

When he gets into a new project, you feel lonely.  

You are tired of waking up to and empty bed, eating dinner alone, watching the shows you were supposed to watch together, alone.  

Between the loneliness there is also the concern for his well being; How many nights has he stayed up until the crack of dawn, working so much that his eyes are all red?  

Has he eating? Drink water? Shower?  

Its not only this hyperfocus period but the burnout you know its coming after.  

So the next time he announces he will be working on yet, another of his projects, you take matter into your own hands.  

This time, this man will relax, even if its the last thing you do.

When you get home, already late into the night, you find Jonathon hunching over some papers. His desk is already a mess: piles of open books and papers laying everywhere, tools scattered around.  

You toss your bag and coat to the ground and make a bee-line to him, squeezing his shoulders as you give him a peck on the cheek trying not to disturb him too much.  

"Hey" You quietly greet him, giving him another kiss on his temple.  

He answers you with another "hey" his lips curving in a quick smile before going back to work.  

"Did you eat lunch Johnny?" He nods as you tuck some stray hairs behind his ear, he barely reacts at your touch. "Water?" Nods again. Well at least, he did eat. You sigh "Im gonna go shower ok?"  

"Ok, honey" He says without looking at you, writing something on a notebook.  

Frustration builds inside you but no matter, this time he will take a break.  

You hop in the shower, warm water cleaning the stress of the day away; The soap you choose today is his favourite scent: eucalyptus and lavander, you still remember the first time you used it, how he was all over you, his nose on the crook of your neck.  

"You smell so good" You remember how his voice had soften and how his arms  around you, holding you close.  

You hope it has the same effect this time around.  

You wrap yourself with a towel, barely drying yourself, you might want to be a little wet for what is about to come.  

In front of the mirror you take a good look of yourself, inhaling deeply.  

Honestly you feel a little excited, a familiar tingling forming on your belly.  

"Ok, Go-Time"  

.

It's about the third day he has been working on this project.  

Or is it the fourth? Maybe a week? Jonathon doesnt really know, his perception of time kinda blurrs when he works.  

What he does know if its that, if he doesnt finish these schematics  tonight he is gonna lose it.  

It shouldnt be this difficult.

He sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.  

Its only then when he notices its dark outside.  

Oh wow, is it night already? Wait, yeah it is. He vaguely remembers your figure standing next to him, asking if he did eat that day.  

He glances over his shoulder, have you got to bed already? Probably, it is quite late.  

Guilt strikes him right in the middle.  

You always take care of him when he dives on these kind of projects; He knows how difficult he may get, so focused he deliberately ends ignoring you.  

But dont you misunderstood! He /is/ grateful for all the help you give him. He notices how you make home-food everyday so he doesnt have to eat junk, or how there's always a filled water bottle near him but far any papers or blueprints he might have around.  

You are the most wonderful partner ever, he doesnt deserves you.  

"Dinner" He thinks as he goes back at the papers he has been writing. "Dinner on a nice place, a fancy one. Flowers, maybe chocolates? Those black chocolates they like"  

Jonathon's mind drifts between his work and plans to apologize properly to you, so focus that he doesnt hear the door of the bedroom opening or your footsteps approaching.  

His body shudders in surprise as you put your hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.  

"Johnny?" You call him "You coming to bed?"  

"Hmm? Oh, no. Im so sorry sweetie, I- still have some things to do here." He replies apologetic, crossing something on the margin of a paper and writing another. Honestly there's nothing more he wants that being on bed with you, your soft, warm body entangled with his. He misses you too. "You go without me, I will be there soon"  I hope, he adds on his mind.  

But instead of going, you put your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back. "Johnny" Your lips brush the shell of his ear and he holds his breath. 

"Y-yes, Honey?" His hand trembles as he writes a sidenote.  

"You been working so hard lately Hun"  

"I- I have! Yes! Im, ehm, sorry about it. B-but! Im almost done! I swear!" He stutters. Its been a while since he had being embraced by you, you smell divine its distracting.  

You whine into his ear and he swallows, his cock twitches. "You should take a break baby"  

He coughs almost choking, he has stopped writing for a while now. "I-I-I cant, really. I need to- eh finish these"  

Surely you would understand right?  

"I been lonely Johnny" You whispers, pulling yourself from him and he quietly whines for the lost of contact. However you force him to turn around to face you and his eyes go wide. Oh God. You are only wearing a -rather short- towel, your wet hair framing your beautiful face. "I miss you"  

"You have?" His eyes dart on every patch of exposed skin, from your legs to you shoulders, the way is only your arms what is keeping the towel on your body.  

"Uh-huh" Your pretty lips accentuate each sound, they look so pretty and pink, he catches himself salivating. "Im tired of sleeping on a empty bed John" You close the distance between you, carefully climbing on him as Jonathon leans back, hands holding the arms of the chair.  

"Fuck,fuck, fuck" His mind is speeding, math, formulas and what not already tossed on the back burner, he is already packing a tent on his pants and you havent even touch him.  

"I know you are a very busy, bright man" Your voice is like silk, so soft, sending chills all over him "But even bright minds-" Your hands move slowly, removing the towel in a nice, fluid, movement, letting slide to the floor. /OH FUCK/ "Need breaks" You finish, pressing your wet body against his chest.  

At this point Jonathon has forgot how to breath.  

Every nerve on his body is on edge, his cock its so hard it hurts.

And when he thinks he cant take anything more, you sit on his lap.  

You sit /right/ on his clothed dick and you let this sound, this exquisite sound as you slowly, so ruthlessly slow, grind on him.  

"Ahhh- f-fuck-" He moans, breathless. His head thrown back, eyes closed, knuckles white as he digs his hands into the arms of the chair.  

Is this real? Or did he actually pass out for all the overwork?  

"Johnny" His name rolls out of your tongue in the sweetest voice, just like honey, cold hands cupping each side of his head, kindly forcing him to straighten. Out of habit, he leans into the palm of your hand, whimpering into it.  

With your free hand, you fix his hair, fingers combing the stray hairs. "Johnny" This time he opens his eyes only to be meet with your naked body, your beautiful eyes staring into his. "Arent you tired baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers tracing a line until it meets his lips, giving them a small tap. Jonathon can only nod, he has forgotten what words are at the moment. "Dont you want to rest a little?" Your finger drag his lips -ah- side to side, your body pressing more and more into him as you rub his lap.  

He nods again, weak sounds coming from his part lips.  

"Use your words John"  

"Y-yes, I want-oh, I want to-oh god, to relax" His voice cracks, already so weak.  

You give him a little smile, leaning completely against him, your lips barely touching his. "Dont worry honey" You whisper, taking both his hands and placing them on your hips "Im going to take good care of you"  

Even when Jonathon was waiting for the kiss to come, he still is taken aback as how sweetly you press your lips against his, before giving them a tempting lick. He moans loudly now, opening his mouth and letting your tongue in. He kiss you desperatly, with a hunger he didnt knew he had until now. Every sound you let out its turning him on, hips bucking up, frantic to be inside you.  

Your hands find their way to his hair, sinking into his wild locks, pulling it until he cries out of pleasure.  

When you break the kiss, he whines in discontent and you cannot help but to chuckle a little, he’s so cute. 

You take his hands -at the moment busy grabbing your ass- and slowly drag them all over your body, his big brown eyes following, until they make their way to the edge of your breasts.  

"Mmmh" Johnathon whimpers, his thumbs shyly brushing them. He looks at you, asking for permission and how could you say no, really? You giggle and nod, guiding his big hands until each one is holding you. You feel his hips buck again, cock surely twitching inside his tight pants. He kneads them softly, thumbs brushing your hard nipples taking a whine out of you, his hands feel so warm on your body.

"Oh- they are so pretty-Fuck! You are so pretty" Without a warning he pops one of your tits inside his hungry, hot mouth. You thrown your head back, heat already forming on your belly. He sucks on your nipple, while he plays with the other, occassionally mumbling a muffled "so pretty" and "taste so good", he works you so good that you forget for a moment that you are supposed to make /him/ feel good.

Clumsily -the chair creaks and bends very dangerously- you slide your hand to his pants, the tips of your fingers tracing the tent he is packing. When you do, he sucks harder on your nipple and you wail.  

Trembling you look for the fly of his jeans, carefully opening them, hooking a pair of fingers on his underwear, sliding them down.  

His cock springs free, hitting you in the back.

When you glance over, you see how it gleams, already covered on pre-cum, it twitches needely, the tip red.  

Your mouth waters.  

You lean back a little, a hand grabbing his hair, his mouth still sucking on you as you wrap your free one around his boner, squeezing it a little.  

"Oh-fuck!" He cries, popping your nipple out of his mouth. You dont need to see it to know he has already leave a mark around it. He thrust weakly, moving his cock up and down your hand. "Your hand feels- ah! so good!"  

You giggle, he already looks so whipped.  

You pump his lenght, thumb rubbing the tip. Your hand slides nicely thanks to all the pre-cum he is oozing.

All the sounds he is letting out, turns you on, you can feel how wet you are, probably soaking Jonathon's lap.  

"Please-!" He cries, his chest rising and falling at how quick his breathing is. "Baby, I- I cant! Please! Inside, I want to- ah! Be inside!" And to put emphasis on his need, he thrust his hips again

Honestly, you want him too, now.  

"Anything you want Johnny" You say with a sly smile.  

Rising your hips a little, you lead his tip to your soaked entrance, rubbing it, one, two times -"¡Honey, please!"- and let it in, slowly, insde you, little by little, until you take him whole.  

The two of you moan, overstimulated and sensitive.

You stay still, adjusting yourself to his size, shaking. "You feel so-mnhh! Big!" He feels even bigger than before, already hitting your good spot.  

"Can I move?" Jonathon asks, his arms around you, face buried on your chest, legs trembling. "Please, let me move"  

He's just too cute when he begs. "Please Johnny" You voice its coated with lust, you want him to ruin you just as much as he wants you to do the same. 

He doesnt even waits for you to finish, already pounding you so hard that it makes you scream, surely the neighbors can hear you but you dont give a single shit, let them hear how hard he fucks you.  

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He chants as he pounds into you, already so pussy-drunk. The wet slapping of his cock sound so obscene, blending with your moans and his whinning. "You are-fuck! so tight! Your pussy is- oh fuck, oh fuck! so good!" He moans against your skin, nibbling at whatever he can put his teeth into.  

"Johnny! Oh God! Johnny!" Your voice cries desperate, the knot inside you, growing tighter and tigher. "Im-Im close!"  

A gasp escapes from your mouth as Jonathon grabs you from your waist, pulling himself up from the -poor- chair carrying you with him.  

He grunts at the sudden feeling of being so deep inside you, a hand swating papers and books and tools off the table.  

For a moment you grow worried. "Johnny! Your notes! What are you-AH!" You are manhandle, your body resting against the now, empty table, papers, books, blueprints on the floor now. You are about to protest when he thrust into you, filling you up, making you scream. He feels so much bigger, so much deeper.  

"Doesnt matter" He growls, big hands pushing your legs until they are up your ears. "It can all wait, right now, fuck, right now I need to fuck you, I need you so badly!" With renowed energy, he rams into you, taking the air out of your lungs, his balls slapping against your cunt. "So good! So good, ah- for me! Only for me, yes?"  

You nod rapidly, bitting your lip. When you look at him, he's nothing but a mess,  glassy eyes, lips trembling with a moan.  

"Yes-" You pant, its so hard to talk right now. "Just for you, only for you Johnny!"  

He grunts, letting your legs go, hands cupping your face as he dips for a rather, needy and sloppy kiss. You hold him, digging your nails into his back, your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.

He moan into the kiss, his pace becoming more erratic, barely taking his cock out.  

He's close. 

You bring your lips to his ear and shakely, whisper the magic words.  

"Inside, cum inside"  

"GNHH!-!" He grunts, jaw tensing. "Oh fuck! Oh Honey! Im cumming, fuck! Im cumming!" He cums between moans and curses, pumping load after load of hot and thick cum, his body on top of yours, your face tucked on the crook of his neck, his hand sinking into your hair. Fuck you smell so good, your pussy is milking him so deliciously good, oh fuck.  

You stay like this for a moment, or maybe longer, you are not completely sure. Time flows different when you just get fucked into another plane of existence.

"Are you-ah- ok babe?" Jonathon ask, voice cracking.  

You chuckle, kissing the side of his neck. "Perfectly Johnny"  

"Ok, good! Im gonna, eh, pull out ok?" You nod giving him the get go. Slowly he gets up already missing your embrace. Your body trembles as he slides his cock out and  the moment he does a thick trail of cum follows, spilling all the way down. "Oh. Wow. Thats, wow, a lot" He coughs awkwardly, his face feeling hot.  

You glance at him from the table, his face red and eyes wide, surely staring at your sore cunt. When your body pumps out the excess of his cum and you whine, you see his lips move, muttering to himself a quiet: "holy shit".  

A tiny smile cross your face. "Admiring your work, Doctor Ohnn?"  

He clears his throat, clearly embarrased of being caught, like he didnt fuck your brains out just a couple of minutes ago. "I didnt- Its not like that!"  

"Really?" You tease him, spreading your legs further.  

He bites his lip, eyes darting between your smug face and your dripping pussy. There really is a lot. "M-Maybe I am" He says, defeated.  

Your little devilish smile only grows wider. "I like it, Piccaso!" You say in an exagerated manner, twirling your hand.  

Jonathon stares at you dumbfounded before wheezing. "Oh! You are the worst! That was terrible!"  

"But you are laughing!"  

"Cuz its so bad I cant help but laugh!"  

You both stare at each other before bursting into laughter.  

You are wipping the tears from your eyes when something catches your eyes.  

"John?"  

"Yeah?" He says, the remains of his laugh on his voice.  

"Are you still hard?"  

He abruptly stops, body going still.  

You prop your torso up, looking down on him. Yep, there it stands, still as hard and angry red, covered on a still wet layer of cum -both his and yours-.  

Its your turn to be astonished. You didnt know he was so- pent up.  

"John-"  

"Its ok!" He cuts you up, pushing his shirt down to cover himself. "I- I will take care of this myself, yes? Later, in the, ehm-In the bathroom. Right now, we should clean you up"  

You frown.  

Oh. 

You dont think so.  

Not happening, not today, nu-huh.  

Carefully you get down of the table, your legs shaking.  

You take a moment to compose yourself, straigthen your body as you lean into him.  

"Sit on the chair John"  

He blinks at you, confused but a little turn on.  "Excuse me?"  

Hands on his hips, you guide him towards the chair, pushing him little by little, until his ass is sitting.  

"I told you didnt I?" You say, kissing the mole above his lips -the one you like so much- and trail down his neck, leaving little wet kisses as you go. "That I would take good care of you"  

"You dont have to-" He mutters, eyes half-closed.  

"I want to" You growl against the skin of his neck, sucking his adam's apple and he sobs. "Besides, I cant let you go like this. Can I?" You wrap your hand around his needy cock, it feels hot on your grasp. Jonathon let out a shaky moan, unconsciously bucking his hips. You smile against his neck. "Relax baby, let me make you feel good"  

You kneel down, making yourself home in between his legs.  

You feel his hot stare on you and sure enough when you look up to see him, his eyes are glued on you, a trembling hand covering his mouth, the other resting on the arm of the chair.  

Oh, someone is eager.  

Without breaking eye contact, you give his head a tentative lick. He squints his eyes, quietly whinning into his hand.  

You smile, toungue tracing down from his head to the bottom of his lenght, licking the cum clean.  

"Ooooh" He moans, he must be very senstive, you feel his cock twitching as you go up again, giving the head a little kiss before wrapping it with your lips, sucking just a little, moving your toungue along the slit. "Oh-fuuuuck"  

You push his shaft slowly, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You are not used to have him, to feel him so big like this.  

The tip is already hitting the back of your throat.  

You feel drunk.  

Drunk on his smell, on his flavour. Everything is a little too much but at the same time is not enough; You want him, need him, just as much as he does want you.  

You can feel yourself getting aroused again, your pussy clenching, missing the shape of his cock.  

Like this, you move your head slowly up and down, licking the rest of his cum along. It taste salty, it taste like him.

Jonathon's legs shake, groaning loudly. "Oh God-" The sounds he lets out are so- enticing. You love when he gets vocal, when he lets himself go and be drown on pleasure. You bob your head a little faster, tongue licking, tasting his pre-cum. He throws his head back, hand placed on your head, keeping you from pulling out. You dont mind, you want him to feel good, really good.  

You hook your hands on the hem of his pants, tugging them down until they are in the floor, leaving him completely exposed.  

Hands rest on his thights, slowly moving to his crotch where you grab his heavy balls, dragging your thumb by the edges. His whole body jolts up, hips bucking, burying his cock deeper inside your mouth, hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.  

You let him fuck your face at his own rythm, your hands occupied with his balls, squeezing them, massaging them.  

"Oh God- babe!"  

Thats right, you think, let yourself go.  

You feel his cock twitch, thrust becoming a little faster now.  

"Babe-!" He calls you, breathless. "I think Im-"  

Oh you can feel how close he is.  

You suck harder, faster.  

Jonathon shivers, his whole body at flame. You are sucking him so good, he loves to see your pretty lips around his cock, the feeling of your hands tugging and squeezing his already full balls.  

God! He wants to cum so badly! 

The moment you moan, your mouth so full of his dick that it comes all muffed, its the moment he loses it.  

He cums screaming your name, fists full of your hair and hips thrusting hard.  

In an instant, your mouth is overflowing his hot cum, its so much its choking you, forcing you to swallow to be able to breathe.  

Your own orgasm hits you, its all way too much, so much that your vision goes blurry.  

Its only when you feel his hands go limp on your head, that you pull out.  

His cock keep twitching as it softens, a string of cum still coming out of the tip.  

Your damn jaw feels numb. A small price to pay, you think, if he's able to relax.  

"Johnny?" You say, putting your hands on his thights to help you stand up.  

"I fucking love you" Its all he says when he meets your eyes. He looks like he just ran a marathon, sweaty and trying to catch his breath. You smile, taking a sit on his leg, moving his hair out of his face. "I love you so-so much"    

"I love you too Johnny" You say back, giving a quick kiss. You glance at his work table, a mess within another mess. Papers and tools on the floor, piles of books discarded. You dont even want to see if any of the papers on the floor had been....stained. "Should we...Clean that?"  

Jonathon follows your gaze.  

He groans, covering his eyes.  

"Not today"

#the spot x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #the spot #the spot atsv #the spot smut #jonathon ohnn #spiderverse #spiderverse smut #my adhd restrains me to write good endings #i will dissapear now #and take a nap #casmo writes

[shameless-slit]

Boobas

Summary: Your tits hurt and your boyfriend Jonathan helps you with it.

Word count: 3.7k Tags: domestic fluff, boyfriend jonathan (pre collider), fem!reader (short and kinda chubby coded), teasing, sexual content but not technically smut(?)

A/N: Absolutely unedited self indulgence, I was on my periods and my nipples hurt and it was 6am so yeah. Yes it’s 3k words of horniness, no they neither fuck not come. Sorry I was horny but lazy.

Your tits hurt.

Well, for once it’s more precisely your nipples hurting, seemingly chafing against any bit of fabric, no matter how soft it is. Thankfully for you it’s a Sunday, so you’re splayed on the couch in front of the small tv displaying a fiercely competitive cooking show (it’s the fourth episode and you just want to see that hypocrite Delilah leave before the semi finals). Your crop top is pulled up above your chest, fingers carefully applying lotion against the sensitive nib, hoping the cold will help with the burning sensation. So far you’re only granted momentary relief, and a well hydrated skin you suppose.

A constant shuffling of slippers and papers tells you your boyfriend is pacing around the flat, nervously pacing from one room to another as he double and triple and quadruple checks his notes for tomorrow. Ever since he’s started working with Dr. Octavius, he’s seen a spike in his anxiety, unable to relax even on Sundays, especially when there’s a meeting with their most influential invested the day after. That’s why you’re not so surprised when he pops in front of Delilah’s little spiel about cutlery, shifting your gaze up to see him holding a messy bundle of papers, by now creased between his nervous hands.

“Babe, do you remember where I put the folder with the thing— the sheet with the stuff and all-“

He however almost jumps as he finally looks back at you, face flushing red, his nose even redder, hands clamping down on the papers as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Oh god sorry sorry sorry, I uhhhhhh… b-bad time?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction— it’s not like he’s never seen your breasts, you usually hang around the bed naked when it’s late at night and you can’t be bothered to move, let alone put some clothes on. Still, you figure it must’ve been a whiplash from his thoughts about colliders and unpleasant social interactions. That and he might have thought you were touching yourself— you are, just not in that way— and you appreciate his concern for privacy.

“You’re good Johnny, no problems here. Well, my tits hurt so that’s a problem, but don’t worry I’ll be fine”

You try to turn your amused grin into a reassuring smile, noticing the embarrassment still painted on his face. His eyes dart around the room before settling on your breasts as you say the word ‘tits’, then on your eyes for a moment, before going back at your chest.

Avoiding eye contact by looking at your tits? Good, he’s comfortable again.

“Oh right okay…” He gives you an empathetic hum, trying to shake off the blush in his cheeks. “Periods?”

You shrug. “Probably? It’s not the usual pain but you know. It does that sometimes.”

“Aw man, bummer. I’ll make you some tea?”

For some reason this makes you blush. Why? Who knows! But you’re partner is offering you tea and he looks so sweet saying it and you just want to extend your arms long enough to grab him and kiss him.

“Oh that’s so nice I’d like that!”

His face lightens up as your face lightens up, and then you remember why he’s in front of the TV screen.

“But take your time with your prep,” you add, “I’m not in a hurry. Have you checked the box under the bed? There’s a bunch of outdated papers there, your folder must be somewhere there.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure? It wouldn’t take long—“

“I’m not moving anywhere Johnny.” You don’t think you even can, the way your limbs are spread on the couch is so comfortable you don’t want to break the spell. “They’re not going anywhere either”, you add, pointing at your chest with a cheeky smile.

“O-Oh right.” You see his cheeks redden slightly under the edges of his beard creeping up, and he looks back at his papers in order to break your flirtatious eye contact. “Good luck with, uh, your boobs.”

You cackle a bit and a proud smile creeps up on his face as he leaves the TV screen, letting you see that Matthew is the one expelled this episode: miraculously, Delilah is making it to the semifinals.

Behind you, Jonathan is already making his way to the bedroom, absentmindedly fidgeting with the now thoroughly crinkled sheets in his hands. As awkward as he made it, the interaction with you was a nice break from the last two panic filled hours he spent scouting the house to make sure he had everything gathering neatly— by scientists standards, even then it was stretch— to take the next morning for the meeting. A grand gathering of all the sides of the operation, a demonstration of the prototype for the collider (his prototype, that’s why he had to be there, also because Octavia seemed to love tormenting him) and hopefully a sign off on one of the most ambitious projects of mankind. His magnum opus.

And he is thinking about your boobs.

He sees his crinkled bundle on his desk, along side other semi-organized stacks of papers waiting to be put in their proper folders. As he makes his way to the bedroom, the image of your chest seems ingrained behind his eyes like he’s stared at the sun for too long. He crouches down to try to locate the box you were talking about, and he can just see the way your breasts rose and fell with your breathing, the way one was glistening slightly from the lotion while the other had your two fingers pressed on the nipple, interrupted in their soothing. He extends a long arm under the bed, getting a hold of the box at pulling it to him, and his other hand twitches as he replaces your fingers with his in his mind. His other hand cups your other breasts and you let out a moan as he presses against the nipple there too, and his mouth moves to replace his fingers as he takes the soft flesh of your breasts in, rolling the nipple around his tongue, kisses you just to feel the vibrations of your moans on his mouth as he paws at the soft flesh of your breasts and—

He blinks. Was he not blinking this whole time?

He looks down at the box in front of him, of which he’s started looking through a few folders without really looking. He lets out a sigh as reality pulls him back in. He could just get lost in that pleasant fantasy again, maybe just for a second he thinks, another break from not-working-but-worrying-over-it. He’s stuck between his anxiety and desire, but anxiety sure can throw some hands because there’s no way he can think of you without the looming threat of tomorrow, unless he convinces himself the looming threat of tomorrow is already a solved problem. So he goes back to the first few folders and skims through them, ignoring how tight his pants have been and are feeling.

You’ve been stuck in a doom scrolling spiral of numbness and the occasional laugh for quite a while, before the sound of a hissy kettle startles you out of it. You unfortunately have had to move of your comfortable position on the couch in the hour and a half that has past, quickly settling on a new one, though not nearly as comfortable as the previous one. You snap your head to look behind the couch, as you see Jonathan exiting the kitchen with a mug in each hand.

“Oh you’re done!” you say as you sit back in the couch. “You even brought the tea!”

He nods, and you’re almost more excited than him. As much as you empathize with his urge to check everything is right at the last moment, you can’t help but worry when he seems to spiral for so long in his mind.

“Sure did, I said I’d make you some after all!”

He’s got that giddy smile at seeing your excitement as he sets the cups down on the small table between couch and TV.

“Mint tea with lots of sugar, for the special lady.”

You chuckle, and make some space for him as he sits down, taking a mug in your hands and a small burning sip of the tea.

“You’re all ready for tomorrow?” You ask, taking another sip before deciding the tea is very good and your tongue is very burned, setting the mug back on the table.

He shrugs, looking away at the question. “Not exactly. There’s still a bunch of folders to check if I haven’t forgotten anything… not to mention I just remembered Octavia wanted my original plans to show, so I had to go over them…”

You put a hand on his shoulder, and he stops himself, letting out a sigh as he mulls over everything he still has to do. Now that’s a problem, and it breaks your heart to see him spiraling so much and so quickly. As much as you’d want to help, you know he wouldn’t let you, not on this. He refuses to let you in on any actual work he does for Alchemax, for better or for worst. It may be for safety reasons to him, but to you, it just makes it harder to comfort him like right now.

Before you can add anything though, he breaks the silence you hadn’t realized had settled by turning to you and asking:

“How’s the tits?”

Maybe you were the one spiraling, because that makes a good job of snapping you out of it.

“You know, I kinda forgot about them after a while.”

You shrug, and your crop top, which you had pulled down at some point, brushes against your nipples in the worst possible way, sending a shudder through your body.

“Fucking shit,” you hiss through your teeth, “nevermind, they just needed to be reminded. They hurt like a bitch.”

“I could help with that.”

You pause and he pauses. You both look at each other for a second, before you can feel yourself start smiling uncontrollably. Your smirk only grows mor mischievous as you see the red creep up his cheeks.

“Johnny did you—“

“No! I mean, yes? I-I just want to help you in anyway I can so I, uh, was simply… offering support?”

You have to say, you’re surprised by Johnny’s forwardness, and if your nipples weren’t already hard from the incredibly unpleasant friction, they sure are now.

You’re usually the one to make advances, and as much as it’s fun seeing the man crumble on himself at the slightest innuendo, you can’t help but feel excited about a change of pace. He may think he’s horrible at flirting— well, he is most of the time yes— but you’d chalk it up to insecurity, the few times you saw him with confidence confirming your doubts.

You force yourself to stop smiling so wide, though keeping a small smirk on your face as you lean towards him, both to alleviate the friction on your nipples and to look at him teasingly.

“Well I’m interested now. How would you support me in these times of need?”

It’s almost cartoonish the way he gulps down his embarrassment, his fingers fidgeting with the top of his shirt, undoing and redoing the second button.

“I just thought… I-I could massage them if you want? I sad you had some lotion earlier too…”

“That’s so nice of you” you nod, giving him a reassuring smile to encourage him.

You begin lifting up your crop top, and Jonathan passes it over your head, and you can’t help but notice the nervous pace of his movements. Almost impatient.

His large hand cups your left boob. If your breasts were already rather small to your taste, they seem even smaller in his hand. He doesn’t seem to mind though, judging by the look on his face as he gives it a small squeeze, which shots tingles in your stomach. His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you immediately cringe at the sensation, hunching over yourself with a hiss.

“Shit shit I’m sorry!” He quickly removes his hand, both of them frozen in the air in panic. “I’m so sorry, that was stupid, I should’ve known your nipple was the part that hurt…”

You can’t blame him, you didn’t tell him— to be honest with yourself, you were too focused on yearning for his hands on you, you kinda forgot to. You let out a small laugh, a reflex to distract yourself from the sensation and to reassure him.

“You’re fine babe, I swear. Just so you know, yeah, they hurt at everything touching the nipple. I usually put on lotion, it helps a bit, better than water because water dries if and you do NOT want it to dry off when it’s like this.”

He nods, as if taking mental notes.

“Does it help to have something cold on it?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. He really is taking notes.

“Kinda? It’s better to have something cold than something warm against it, but keeping it somewhere warm helps the nipple… relax.”

You don’t know how to tell him, but now that you think of it, there actually is a way he can help you with it. You don’t know if it’ll actually work, but by now you’ve tried everything you could try by yourself, and god would it feel good to have that hit stop hurting for a second.

Without thinking, like most things that come out of your mouth do, you blurt out:

“You could use your mouth?”

You immediately cringe as you say this, because you hate asking for things, especially when it’s vulnerable, especially when it’s something you want, especially when you’re gonna have to explain yourself and your only explanation is “I want my tits in your mouth Johnny”—

“Can I?”

Now that’s a surprise anew. Once again, he pulls you out of your spiraling train of thought. You take a second to process, and when you do, you feel heat rise in you as you look back at him and see his eyes looking at your body so intensely. Hungry.

“Y-yeah”, you nod sheepishly. “I would like to… try this.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he shifts in his seat, turning enough to face you. You straighten your back in an attempt to make it easier for him as he leans his head down to your chest.

His lips latch onto your breast, taking as much as he can in his mouth. You feel the flat of his tongue press against your nipple, and for the first time today, it’s a pleasant sensation. The wet, warm texture of the tongue applying pressure almost feels like a massage for your hardened nip, and a small moan escapes the back of your throat.

“I… thanks you Johnny, it feels really nice…”

You feel his hands, up to now awkwardly hovering around you, come to rest on your waist. Long, careful fingers trace your skin, before he takes the satisfied hums you let out as permission to dig in the soft flesh of your stomach, his fidgety fingers seeming to calm down at the feeling of your rolls underneath his palms. Your own hands find their way to his hair, playing with them while whispering small praises to him.

This boost in confidence is immediately shown through a hand decending between your thighs, enjoying the feeling of the ample flesh caging it while he lets you grind on it for a second, before removing it the time to slip it under the waist band if your sweats. You just have the time to think of how wet you are before his fingers remind you of it, pressing against the fabric of your underwear right underneath your leaking wetness.

He finally pulls his mouth off of your tit, his hand immediately coming to replace it, following your advices and gently massaging it. You meet his eyes, clouded in a desperate, pleading desire.

You’re about to talk when he moves your underwear aside with his fingers, letting them graze around your sex.

“God you’re so wet already”, you hear, and you realize he’s out of breath, “I’m flattered, babe.”

“I don’t want it to go to waste”, he adds.

You look at him, trying to reel yourself back in, the feeling of his fingers against your warm skin making you want him so desperately.

“Can I just show you?” he asks, and you nod so eagerly you could’ve just started begging at that point.

His fingers drag around your wetness, gathering the cum gathered at your bottom. He goes as far as pushing them along your folds, which elicits an embarrassing sound from the back of your throat, but doesn’t enter you.

He drags his fingers, soaked as well, out of your pants, staining them in the process, before moving them up to your left breast, nipple painfully hardened and untouched.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit gross, I swear I’ll lick it off.”

Before you can ask to clarify your confusion, you feel his wet fingers on your left tit, suddenly understanding his idea. You revel in the sweet sensation of his fingers gently massaging the nib, your cum acting as a much better replacement for lotion than your spit (you tried and it hadn’t worked out but by god did this work well).

With both of your nipples wet enough to let him touch them comfortably, he brings his face back up to yours, still having to hunch as he presses his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. You eagerly accept it, returning it clumsily and parting your lips, his tongue immediately shooting in as you let it. Without breaking the kiss, you take it as an opportunity to climb onto his lap and straddle him, his erection pressing against your sweatpants.

His hands paw at your breasts, still being careful and gentle on your nipples. You can feel the restraint in his hand, the tension in his fingers as wants to squeeze and fondle your breasts and burry his face between them and suck and bite on them. Instead, he takes a nibble of your bottom lip, sparing your sensitive chest, and eliciting a small sound from you that feels like a reward to him.

You eventually break the kiss with a breathless sigh, your hands coming up to brush stray strands of hair from his red and panting face. The way he stares at you is priceless, studying your reddened cheeks, your flared nostrils, your parted, wet, puffy lips he almost immediately leans in for again. You remember why you broke the kiss in the first place, and you whisper right before his lips take yours:

“Fuck you’re amazing Johnny, I don’t know how I managed to land on someone like you.“

He gives you a quick little kiss, pulling back to look at you with eyes sparkling with pride. God does this man seem to gobble compliments right up, it’s like he’s been starved from it for too long.

“Are you kidding?” he chuckles, a low chuckle that makes your stomach churn in a delicious way. “I can’t believe I landed on you, it feels ridiculous you’d ever settle for me—“

“I’m not settling—“ he cuts off your attempt at cutting him off by pressing his lips on yours.

His hands trail down your torso, leaving your tits to go over your stomach. He mutters against your lips “I mean look at you…”

He plays and pinches the soft skin, taking handfuls of the plump flesh in his large hand, the other trailing down to your hips, slipping under your pants to trace the bumps and ripples on your skin.

“How in hell did I get the opportunity to touch that?” He adds, and the adoration in his voice is enough to make you weep, with the way he looks at you in awe and desire.

“Johnny…” you sigh, at a lost for words; words are never your strong suit when it’s to say things you want to say.

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes making their way down your body, taking in every inch with a hungry fascination. His hands slowly come back up to your chest, seeming to examine it.

“Do your nipples feel any better now?”

The bluntness of the question snaps you out of the moment, which makes you realize you haven’t felt any discomfort with your overly sensitive nipples since then.

“They… they feel fine,” you say in pleased surprise.

“What kind of magic did you do?” you add with a cheeky smile.

He smiles as well, a smug proudness creeping in. “Seems like my mouth was the answer after all. Sorry, did that sound wrong?”

“No,” you shake your head with a chuckle, “no not at all. Thanks Johnny, you’re an angel.”

His face grows bright and red as his cheeks darken with blush. He swallows his spit, as if reminding himself to speak. “Do… do you wanna continue with this? We can stop or take a break if you want of course.”

You pause, almost confused, then baffled as you realize: in his effort not to cause you any discomfort, he’s somehow convinced himself that you still weren’t thinking of any of that as sexual.

“Johnny,” you say, not hiding the twinge of amusement in your voice, “you’re not gonna leave me hanging like this, are you?”

His brows furrow in confusion. “What? No I mean—“

“Do you want to take a break?”

He paused as you cut him off, before shaking his head ‘no’.

“Good. Because I do not want to end it here.” You smile, trailing your fingers down his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt before you start undoing them.

“I was thinking…” You look back at his face, unable to hold back a smile at the wishful realization in his eyes. “You’ve been working so hard all week, all weekend… but I believe you just need to relax. Blow off some steam, you know?”

He nods, his expression almost relieved as he understands you want the same thing as him. He opens his mouth to speak, though you cut him off again.

“Would you like to blow off some steam?”

“Yes,” he immediately answers.

You let out a small giggle, pulling him in for a kiss once more. He whines contently against your lips, his hips bucking in eagerness.

Maybe he really was going to sleep well tonight.

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The Spot (Jonathon Ohnn)

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You knew John as another scientist at Alchemax. Actually, you knew him through Liv, or Doctor Octavius. She introduced him to you at a coworker’s retirement party and said he usually kept to himself to obsess over his work. He was one of the “higher up’s” at Alchemax, so he when he was at work, he was pouring himself into the experiment at hand. It took you, and even more so Liv, by surprise that he visited you during lunch break.

Woah, did you just witness what I witnessed?” Liv shook your shoulders playfully with an agape, somewhat exaggerated expression.

“Doctor Ohnn talking to me because he’s a nice guy?” You deadpanned.

“Him talking to you in general, but during his lunch break? It’s already a monthly occasion that he’ll talk to someone he’s not as close to, but during a break time? Something’s up.”

Liv bumped your shoulder and proceeded to direct you two into each others’ directions a lot more than you would have anticipated. You couldn’t tell if all of this attention from the soon-to-be head scientist was to play with this whole situation at hand or in hopes of embarrassing you. Because judging off of her other interactions, this was definitely not genuine. She had her own reasons. Anyway.

John visited more and more until one day he finally opened up with something other than work.

“Hey, so, uh-the coffee here.” He stammered, staring blankly out in front of you. One of his hands clasped around a mug full to the brim with dark coffee. “The cof-ffee at Alchema-max is…erm…”

“It’s passable,” you finished for him. He pointed a knowing finger to you and laughed.

“Right. Um, well. If I said I know a place. That. Has. Better…” he trailed off. He looked so much more flustered under the pressure of your simple eye contact.

“A coffee-?”

“A coffee place!” He interrupted. “If there was a better coffee place in town, would you wanna see me after work so I can show it to you, maybe grab a drink?” He said rather…quickly. You laughed some at his continued unease to help loosen him up. And he did.

It was not long at all before you exchanged numbers, and suddenly, you also had someone to talk to. Liv teased you about how she didn’t need to check in on you anymore now that you had “your little friend”.

And you wanted to think of the guy as your friend, nothing more. But then he kept asking you on these little friendly dates, and then you could see they weren’t so friendly anymore, as a romantic date would be.

You were stuck.

You were hoping to keep this in the friend zone because you adored Jonathon. And you were scared to try to have that kind of more intimate relationship. You were more comfortable staying at more of a friendship. Unfortunately, one day you knew you’d have to suck it up.

You both sat on a small bench in the park as the sun set. How cliche. He was such a dork for picking out the setting.

“His face was priceless!!” You gushed with guffawing laughter stuffed in between each word. You tried to pull yourself together so you wouldn’t end up embarrassing yourself with how red your face was.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” John said. “Larkins is really a special one with facial expressions.”

Your laughter slowly settled to slow breathing with occasional giggles as your mind’s eye replayed Larkins’ little accident. Your narcissistic coworker got caught locked inside the janitorial closet and was screaming from how dark it was in there. He looked absolutely mortified once let out after about twenty minutes.

An awkward silence pursued you.

John scooted to his left towards you with a goofy smile. You scooted towards him as well. You both knew just how cheesy it was, and that was the fun of it. But you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping onto you. Then you felt John’s fingers slip over yours and you physically flinched.

And then you prayed he didn’t take notice.

“Y/N. This is so cheesy, but. I’m really glad I met you.” John started.

“Aww, thanks, John.” You mustered up. And you really were flattered, just a bit worried by where he was going with this.

“I was thinking of moving next year, actually. I would’ve been able to work at a different Alchemax location, at least.” He left you in stunned silence for a minute.

“That sounds great! Whe-where are you thinking of going?” You stammered. There was an anxiety building up in your throat with a sting of annoyance.

“Well, actually, this was before Larry’s retirement party. And then Liv introduced you and, well.

I, uh-I really enjoy your company.” He was turned to completely face you now. You turned towards him as well at the same angle. His hand remained on yours. It was fidgeting. Twitching back and forth. A lot. His facial expressions morphed into completely different emotions. But the primary one was anxiety. John was contemplating something, but he was thinking so long and hard about it the silence was getting awkward.

“Um, John-” you attempted to break it. Only to be cut off by his lips meeting yours.

You melted. And you fell hard, holy crap. You cringed at how long it took you to finally come to and return the sloppy kiss. John pulled away a few moments later and looked at you with a tomato red face. You sputtered out a giggle.

“What?” He laughed with you.

“You’re a living tomato,” you gestured around your face.

“Well,” John leaned forward and clasped his hands gently onto your cheeks. “So are you.” You stiffened and felt some more blood desperately rush to your face. You groaned and took his hands into yours. You hid your face in his hands and John laughed again. You laughed as well, your back hiccuping up and down. John moved his hands out of your grip and onto your waist to pull you forward. You caught yourself with your hands on his chest and kissed him again.

Screw it.

This was worth a little bit of a risk.

“You wanna wrap this up at my apartment?” You ask once sitting back down on the bench. You leaned against Jonathon who you could feel stiffen. His heart pounded against his chest. He gave you a small nod and choked out “sure”. So you whipped out your car keys, spun them around your finger, and walked back to where you two had parked.

You and Jonathon sat on your couch with a plethora of blankets and pillows to accompany the cold breeze coming through the window and an old, nostalgic Disney film playing on the tv. It was getting a bit too cold…You bundled up into your blanket like a small burrito. Then you saw Jonathon change his position so he was laying with his head on the couch arm rest. He looked timid, just from his body language alone. You knew so much more coursed through his mind than he showed in his body language.

You felt a little silly.

The blanket burrito collapsed onto Johnny so you were laying on top of him. He groaned despite your rather soft landing and his arms flew back out of your way.

“Come ooonnn, loosen up, Johnny!” You whined, turning over so you could be face to face with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest. A small shudder made its way from Johnny’s chest. He finally lowered his arms to wrap around you gently. You laid your head onto his chest as it rose and fell steadily. Though, there was still the occasional stutter in his breathing that entailed he was trying his best to keep it steady. You moved your head once again to face him. His eyes quickly darted away from yours.

“I..wasn’t staring.”

“I never asked if you were.” You quickly scooted your knees up a bit on the couch to kneel so you could move your face up to his. Cupping his face with one hand and balancing on his shoulder with the other, you trailed small kisses along his cheeks and jawline. Jonathon audibly gasped and fell backwards, trying to move away from you as you kept kissing the pathetic man.

You followed him back as you both started laughing. Your kisses became more and more sloppy as your laughter took ahold of you. But you still were able to hold the man’s face, with both hands, and plaster them everywhere on his face.

“NO-Y/N, STOP-STAAAWWWPP!!!” He whined between giggles.

“NEVEERRR!!” You yelled dramatically, placing another kiss on his nose and one more on his lips. You let your knees slide back so you laid back on top of Jonathon. It was his turn to cup your face and return the kiss. You slid back some more and parted the kiss, burying your face into his chest. You already knew his face was picking up steam. You laid there comfortably until the silence got a bit awkward. Well, it wouldn’t be awkward if Jonathon wasn’t as tense and his hands weren’t still up in the air as if he was trying to avoid touching you. You rested your head on its side-on your cheek. Without looking up, you grabbed Jonathon’s hand and brought it to your head. Slowly, you felt his fingers move along your scalp.

“About time,” you mumbled with a soft sigh.

“What was that?” Jonathon whispered.

“Love ya, babe.” you replied. He chuckled and pet your hair, his other hand smoothing around your waist to rest on your back. He started to draw shapes on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. John sometimes complained about how large his hands were. As much as you’d like to tell him, you found it a bit strange yourself how comforting their touch felt. How one of his hands would almost entirely engulf yours. The way his fingers moved along your spine was satisfying in a way you couldn’t put into words. And you really couldn’t. Like, actually. You were already knocked out.

Jonathon didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until he was close to falling himself.

“Y/N?” He whispered. No response. “Hmm. Y/N~…” Still no response as he lifted your hair out of your face to study you. You looked so still when asleep. How could he ever think to wake you up? With a guilty weight on his hands, he gently shook you awake.

“Mmmm…hmm?” You groaned, opening your groggy eyes. “Ohh, hey, Johnny~” He blushed at the nickname and yawned.

“Baby, we locked up the apartment, right?” He asked gently. You nodded, your eyes threatening to drift back to sleep. “No, no, no, shhhh..lemme do this…” Johnny slowly scooped you up to carry. You slung your arms around his neck as he walked out of the living room. You heard a click of the remote and the remaining light in the room was gone. Then you heard a door creak open and before you knew it, you were being settled onto your bed. Your blanket was draped over you, which you quickly snuggled into with the cold atmosphere. “Make sure you get a good night’s sleep, alright? I love you, Y/N.” Johnny turned around to leave your bedroom. You heard the door begin to close and your arm shot up.

“Wait,” you said, unknowingly interrupting Johnny’s last goodbye. He stopped and looked back at you. You were adjusting yourself and the pillows on your bed. You scooted to one side of the bed and patted the space next to you.

“You, uh…you want me to spend the night with you?” Johnny said quietly. It couldn’t be what his mind had anxiously referred to, for sure. You were already half asleep, there was no way you’d ever-

“Of course I do, ya dummy. Now get over here!” You smiled. Johnny nervously walked to the other side of the bed and sat on the very edge. You frowned and leaned over, constricting your arms around him and forcing Johnny to lay next to you. Your arms were still wrapped around him, only relaxed this time. You couldn’t imagine ever being the big spoon, so you released your arms once he was settled in and snuggled up to the side of him.

One lanky arm wrapped around beneath your neck. The other lazily draped over your waist.

“I was beginning to like the change of pace,” Johnny remarked softly into your ear. You gave an inquisitive hum. “I wouldn’t complain about me being held by you. It’s quite nice.”

“Ohh, well. I figured you were just used to being the ‘big guy in charge’, y’know?”

“Oh, please,” Johnny scoffed.

“Hehe. Yeah, I know. You’re a big softie.” You turned over to face Johnny with a soft smile. “You are really nice to hug, though.” On cue, you wrapped your arm around him and pulled yourselves closer to each other.

“Uh-uh..uh-um, um. Y-You think that?” John stuttered quietly.

“Yeah,” you replied. “You’re real soft. And like, your shape is really cuddly.” You we’re beginning to lose your wording and slur your sentence together. Johnny smiled bigger than you could ever see him smile and he gently tightened his embrace, resting his head on top of yours. He could feel your hot breath on his neck. He began playing with your hair in hopes of lulling you back to sleep alongside him. This feeling-the rising and falling of your chest-was enough to make him pass out. You both slept a deep sleep, limbs entangled and a newfound confidence in where your relationship was going. You loved Jonathon. That was enough motivation to keep going with this.

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003. atsv headcanons ! ★ pre collider jonathon ohnn x reader…

! pt. 2 - post collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with dr. johnathon ohnn.

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...

★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment

★ w.c -> 1,028

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> earlier a centipede got into my room while i was bopping out to hyperpop. it scared me so much that i was able to leverage the fear into energy for writing.

he loves to make you laugh. johnathon’s such a  goof compared to other renowned scientists of his age and caliber. really, it’s a breath of fresh air. he knows how to have fun, especially with you.  he’ll crack the funniest joke at work only for his coworkers to look at him like: 😐😐😐; so it makes him really happy to know you think he’s funny. you both have so many inside jokes n stories that you’ll cherish forever.

he’s totally the type of person to make jokes whenever he’s nervous or unsure of what to say. he won you over by being silly!

he’ll say the meanest jokes about people you both don’t like, and it’s insanely funny. you think of your johnny as the sweetest boyfriend- but you have to admit, it’s kinda hot when he’s mean.

“if mr.fisk keeps crying about the mets- i’m gonna make sure this collider kills us all,” he grumbled under his breath.

“that annoying photographer visited alchemax again. what was his name…” he feigned innocence. “piper pickle?”

johnathon is such a nerd. it’s adorable how excited he gets about his favorite video games and movies. please indulge in his geeky interests!! he’d love love LOVE to watch some of his favorite sci-fi movies with you. he’ll talk over the entire movie, but it’s still nice to cuddle.

 if you don’t know how to play a certain video game of his, he’ll teach you. his voice is so soft n understanding, his breath tickling you while you cuddle. johnathon’s squished to your side, his large hands covering n guiding yours over the controller. and gets so giddy when you win something. all in all, he’s just happy to share something so dear to him with you.

imagine if it turned out one of his favorite characters (crushes cough cough) bore a striking resemblance to you. johnathon is mortified and you’re weirdly flattered (and planning an elaborate cosplay for a surprise.)

his intelligence drives you nuts. it’s INSANELY attractive to you how smart johnathon is. whenever he goes on a tangent about physics or some complicated mathematical concept, you get kind of dizzy listening to him. you don’t mean to, but after a while, you get too distracted by all of him to listen. he’s so passionate, his large hands and long fingers waving about to help emphasize his point. his eyes are sparkling too. his voice got a lot deeper when he (perfectly, by the way) pronounced the word “viscoelasticity” and you’re on cloud 9. this happens whether or not you can understand a word he’s saying. and if you’re not well versed in science, he never talks down to you when rambling. sure, he’s very proud to be a super-genius, but he’d never dream of looking down on other people because of it. 

you’re always asking him questions and he fucking loves it. DON’T ASK GOOGLE ABOUT SCIENCE SHIT. if you do he’ll be all pouty n sad.

“hey siri, what is the shape of an electron-”

he looks furious, letting out a scoff. “i’m right here. your smart-ass boyfriend is only a few feet away and you’re asking ol’ googly eyes!”

despite being a busy workaholic, he insists that he’s never too busy for you. if necessary, he’ll make time.

johnathon’s made it his mission to outsmart anyone who impresses you. “i’m not jealous i’m BETTER.”

johnathon adores cuddling you, especially after a stressful day. he just loves you so much that sometimes the only way he can express that to you is by holding you as close as humanly possible. johnathon adores every inch of your being and intends to appreciate every part of it, scars and all. one may expect him to be the big spoon because, well, long man- but it goes either way. sometimes he clutches you like his life depends on it and other times he just needs to bask in your embrace. it makes him feel safe, loved, and on his worst days, invincible.

when in bed, he’ll be running his big hands up and down your sides, rubbing circles into every dent n curve. his hands are hairy, so it’ll tickle a bit, but the way he massages you is nothing short of masterful. he’s so happy that you’re his, so he makes sure to savor you.

johnny loves it when you trace his tattoos. he thinks it’s so cute how much you love them, letting you ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ as much as your pretty little heart desires. 

in the past he absolutely loathed going to alchemax events. being choked by a black tie for a whole ass evening while being forced to mingle with rich assholes is a nightmare for the poor man. but having you come along as his date makes the experience a more positive one. johnathon gets so smug, always delighted to show you off. like yeah, that’s MY s/o. yes they’re gorgeous and taken. by ME. he loves seeing you all dressed up, especially when you’re on his arm.

he’s an introvert, so he gets tired of all the socializing quickly. when that happens, he’ll wander around the venue with you (including places you aren’t allowed to be at-) to get some privacy (and make out.)

speaking of work, he has a picture of you on his desk. he has it placed at an angle so he can see it clearly, but so can anyone who walks in. 

johnnys practically screaming: “hey!! look at how beautiful my partner is!!!!”

he calls you baby. he’ll also call you dear, honey, and sweetheart, but baby the most. also counting babe. johnathon has a shit ton more cute nicknames for you and he is NOT afraid to use them.

“g’morning, baby,” he’ll murmur into the crook of your neck, in between sloppy wet kisses on your shoulder.

he passes by you in a rush, but not without pressing a big wet kiss to your check, “hi babe! :)”

“baaaaaabe where did you put the chips?” he can be whiny, especially with you.

“i love you, baby,” he’d tell you softly, cradling your face with his hand. his thumb is rubbing your bottom lip and you’re ready to faint.

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