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angelicmunson · 2 years

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sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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I’ll just leave it here🐰

could you do a first kiss/confession preference with stranger things boys? (Steve, Billy, Eddie + anyone you’d like to add) thanks in advance💕🌸

First Kiss With The Stranger Things Boys

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Steve Harrington:

Your first kiss with Steve would catch you totally off guard. It would probably happen after a near death experience.

You’d both be panting, exhausted and covered in blood. The weight of your situation would suddenly hit Steve and before he even really processes what he’s doing, his lips are on yours.

The kiss is rushed and a little messy, but passionate and soft at the same time.

He’d be a little flustered and embarrassed when you both pull away. It’s definitely not how he wanted that to go.

He would laugh a little and probably apologize for his impulsivity but overall he doesn’t regret it. He knows that things could go wrong at any moment and he refuses to die without letting you know how he feels.

Jonathan Byers:

Jonathan is absolutely the softest guy on the list !! He would be building up the courage to kiss you for weeks, maybe months, before he actually does.

This one would not be out of the blue. You’d probably be waiting for him to kiss you for a long time before he finally takes the leap.

You would be sitting in his room, both of you quiet as music plays softly in the background. He would lean in so slowly, giving you plenty of time to reject him if you would like to.

Jonathan’s kiss is so soft and barely there. He doesn’t want to take things too fast or make you uncomfortable so he sticks to a light, gentle kiss.

When you pull away, he immediately gets all smiley and blushy. He’s pretty proud of himself for actually taking the step.

Billy Hargrove:

This man would want to kiss you the moment he saw you. He’d probably kiss you the same day he met you if we’re being honest.

You barely know him and you know that you shouldn’t be doing this but he’s so attractive and he sweet talks the shit out of you and before you know it, you’re making out with Billy Hargrove in the back of his Camaro.

Billy’s kiss is rough and sudden, full of clashing teeth and roaming hands.

He’d absolutely rush your first kiss, not really seeing the romantic or sappy aspects of it.

When you pull away, he’s very cocky and proud, knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger already.

Eddie Munson:

Eddie is absolutely the kind of guy to get really excited over something and kiss you before he recognizes what he’s doing !!

He’s still pumped up with adrenaline after a show with his band. Seeing you in the crowd fired him up more than he expected, leading to his performance being absolutely insane.

After the show, he would immediately find you, spouting on excitedly about the show and how glad he is that you could make it.

Before it even registers in his mind, he’s planting a quick kiss on your lips, his hands finding your waist.

When he pulls away, he’s a little confused with himself, but overall he’s still filled with adrenaline and decides to reflect on his actions later.

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luveline · 1 year

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I always see people writing for a very shy/subby Jonathan, but I’d love to see shy!reader staying over at his for the first time (doesn’t have to be sexual!) & our girl being reassured by him & all of the cuddles

thank you for your request! jonathan x shy!fem!reader arriving for your first sleepover ♡

You think you might have lucked out. Your first boyfriend being Jonathan feels like a storybook tenderness you don't deserve, he's just… so lovely. It terrifies you even though he never could, because you're desperate not to fuck it up. You call him your sweetheart, internally, and not solely for pet names sake — he has a sweet heart. He's unbelievably kind, adorable, funny and smart and level-headed. It doesn't hurt that he's your favourite kind of handsome.

He's waiting for you as you park your car, standing in front of the closed door with a smile already in place. You know he'd made sure he was the first person you saw to alleviate your nerves. If you knocked the door and his mom answered, you probably would've tripped over every word, giving a terrible first impression in the process.

"Hey," he says happily. How lovely is that? He's happy to see you the second you're in view. "Is that all your stuff?"

"Is this not enough?" you ask, looking down at your jansport, suddenly worried.

He finds this super funny and starts laughing his awful golden laugh. He reaches for your bag, fingers brushing yours as he takes it, and leans down to close the small gap for a kiss. You're not used to kisses, and you don't turn your head up right away. He uses his free hand to encourage you. He doesn't make you feel stupid for it. Just murmurs, "There," and kisses you again.

He smiles against your lips and pulls back. "It's only two days, so you'll be fine. And I'm not holding you hostage. You can leave if you need something." His hand rubs down your arm. He squeezes your fingers. "But you won't need anything."

He opens the door and you follow him inside, stiff as a board expecting his mom and his brother, Will.

It's totally silent. Your lips part in confusion.

"They went to the store. My mom wanted to make sure there were 'ladies things' in the bathroom."

"She didn't have to do that."

"I know. She doesn't mind, she wants you to feel welcome. That's what I want, too." His knuckle bumps yours. "Can't murder you if you never let your guard down."

He starts down the hall toward what you assume to be his room. Your laugh comes out in a gross little snort that he adores, you can see it in the way his shoulders roll and the smile he shoots you confirms it.

"Jon, you can't joke about stuff like that," you chide, catching up.

He pushes open his bedroom door. "I'm not gonna murder you," he assures you. "You know how long it took to clean in here?"

He puts your jansport on the bottom of the bed and looks at you in the doorway. His cheeky smile turns genuine, and his eyes go soft.

You're expecting it but still squeal in shock as he rushes you and hugs you so hard your feet lift off the ground. He bends under your weight, digging his nose in your neck.

"You look so pretty today," he says, like he's mad about it.

"Jon," you laugh, glad when your feet touch the ground again. "Don't, please, I don't wanna be all sweaty when your mom comes home, she'll think we were doing gross stuff."

"You don't wanna do gross stuff?" he jokes, before amending, "She won't think that. I've already told her you get flustered at everything."

"You… talk about me to your mom?"

His turn to clam up. Jonathan widens the gap between you and avoids your eyes, a nervous, endearing smile on his lips as he says, "Whaaat?"

He's not very convincing.

You watch him until he meets your eyes again, your smile soft as warm toffee.

"I talk about you all the time," he says finally. He breathes out, his shoulders rising and falling. "C'mere."

He raises his arms. You take the half step required to be back in his embrace, hugging him automatically. He settles his arms over your shoulders, a more casual embrace, and looks down at you. He's quiet.

"What?" you ask.

"Sorry. Just… like seeing you here. And I have something to say to you, because I know you'll worry about it, but– it's–" His arm curves up and hooks you in. He fights off his own shyness to accommodate your own, and you hope he knows how valuable that is to you. "Okay, my mom, I'll spare you a rehash of most awkward conversation of my life, but she doesn't expect us to, uh, sleep with the door open."

You go rigid. "Oh, my god," you say, lips barely moving.

"I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to know now, I don't expect anything from you, okay? And we could leave the door open if that was what you wanted–"

"What?" you ask, shocked.

"Not like that!" He looks like he's midway between laughing and crying, his face a fuzzy shade of pink. "I want you here because I want you close, not because I want– well, I do want– I want what you want," he says, promptly shutting his mouth.

You take a nice, deep breath, squeezing your arms from between your touching chests to cup his face carefully. You thumb his jaw.

"You're worse than me, sometimes," you sympathise.

"Yeah," he says. "I am."

You wrap your arms around his neck with a pleased smile, forcing him to grasp at your shoulders. You aren't expecting to do anything you aren't ready for tonight, but the fact that he'd know you were worried about it, that he would brave such an awkward stepping stone so you didn't have to, means the world. He squeezes you.

"Shit," he mumbles. "I'm sweating. She's definitely gonna think we were doing gross stuff."

It's funny until you hear the front door open.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

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bludhavents · 2 years

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Fables of Reconstruction

18+++ please!! minors dni.

pairing: perv!Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

summary: when you find out that Jonathan has been creeping around, you decide to give him what he wants.

word count: 2.5k

based off of this request

warnings: 18+!! smut. soft!dom reader?? tit fucking, m masturbating. both parties are consenting adults. jonathan is kind of pathetic. sub!jonathan. kinda no plot lol. half-proof read sorry. reader has female anatomy.

Jonathan Byers had a reputation, one that certainly did not skip your mind when you agreed to babysit for his younger brother, Will.

You'd heard about how he took pictures of Nancy Wheeler undressing, or how he'd been arrested for beating up Steve Harrington and then the police found an arsenal in the trunk of his car.

But being Will's babysitter didn't mean being around Jonathan. Because as soon as he was home from work, your job was over. Will didn't need the both of you at home watching him, his brother was plenty, but as of late, he'd been scheduled more at the Hawkins Post and Will ended up home alone for most of the day. That's when you came into the picture.

Now it was three months into being his babysitter, and you were as happy as ever.

One day, he'd gotten the new R.E.M album on cassette and was eager to share it with you, so he dragged you into Jonathan's room where the boombox was and quickly shoved it into the port before sitting on the bed, urging you to follow him.

"Are you sure we should be in here?" You asked cautiously as Feeling Gravity's Pull started playing in the background.

"Yeah!" Will insisted. "He lets me in here all the time. He loves it when I listen to music. It's like-- our thing or whatever."

"Right, but maybe he wouldn't like me in here," you said. It was the first time you'd been in his room, and you couldn't help but feel like you were intruding.

"No, Jonathan likes you, too. He's fine, come on, just listen!" He turned the volume up, effectively ending the conversation with a wide grin on his face. You scoffed, but complied, grabbing the chair from Jonathan's desk and taking a seat. On top of his desk, you noticed photographs of people's profiles.

There was one of Will posing with a Twizzler in his mouth, one of Joyce looking at him behind the camera with a glare on her face, and then there was you. You weren't looking at him in any of them, but there were tens of pictures with just you in them. Other pictures where other people had been obviously cut out.

There was you walking up their driveway. You talking to Will, who had been cut out of the shot. You laughing at something that Joyce had said. You watching TV waiting for one of them to get home. You cooking in their kitchen. You tearing up while opening the gift that Will made you for your birthday.

Your cleavage was visible in every single picture.

Why did he have all of these? How did he have them? Had he been home without you realizing? No, Joyce would've told you. Unless she didn't know either.

Your head was spinning, but you were trying to hide it from Will. He didn't even know what you were seeing. He was too busy closing his eyes and dramatically laying out on his brother's bed while he enjoyed the track.

But the photos you could see were just the ones on his desk. Maybe there were more somewhere else. No. No way.

Somehow, you were able to ignore the pestering in your brain. You continued listening to the album with Will until he fell asleep on Jonathan's bed. In the corner, the alarm clock read 2 a.m., and you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest on the chair.

So many days had gone by like this-- the Byers working much later than they'd anticipated. You understood, but you also wished some nights that you'd be able to fall asleep in your own bed, instead of in the uncomfortable plastic of Jonathan's chair while the album replayed itself.

"Y/n." A hand shook you awake, and then grabbed your shoulder when you almost fell off of the chair.

"Jesus, thank you," you said to the person who helped you, but as you looked up and rubbed your sleepy eyes, you realized it was Jonathan. Your mind was screaming for you to leave. "Sorry. Sorry, shit. I'll see you tomorrow, Jon."

You had no idea where the nickname came from. It just slipped past your mouth. Will was no longer on his bed. Jonathan's grip stayed on your shoulder, only lighter now.

"You saw the pictures?" He asked quietly, not threatening. Maybe threatened.

"Yeah." Your breath hitched. "I just-- they were right there. I didn't touch them or anything."

"Yeah, it's fine." He let go and dropped onto his bed, defeated. "You don't have to come back tomorrow. I'll take off."

"Why?"

He didn't answer, just groaned and ran his hands over his face. You looked at his lap and saw the tent in his jeans. The sight of it broke your brain into two sides: One that was freaked the fuck out, and one that was entranced by his infatuation with you. That wanted to make it even worse, even more perverted. The illogical side won, and you moved to kneel in front of Jonathan. You grabbed his hands from his face and held them in your own.

"Talk to me. What's going on?" Your voice wasn't comforting or upset, just indifferent. Jonathan couldn't even look you in the eyes. His mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. "You a perv, Byers?" You asked. He shook his head.

"No," he finally spoke, voice rough.

"Then what are you?" You let go of his hands and moved to rest your palms on his thighs, watching him twitch.

"I'm nothing. It's not like that." His legs kept moving under your palms, and you didn't follow him. Not when he moved. But he always came back, shifting himself back under your touch.

"So you don't do anything with the pictures?" You asked, looking him up and down. "You don't want to take a picture right now? You've got the perfect view down my shirt, Jonathan."

He hissed as your hand moved in closer to his bulge, lightly brushing over his inner thigh. His hands grabbed your wrist and you stopped. You looked him in the eye and for the first time he returned the gesture, finally meeting your gaze. He still didn't answer the question.

"If you want to, you better take the picture fast. My knees are hurting," you complained. He kept making eye contact with you, reaching blindly for his bag and pulling out the camera. A smile rose to your lips. "You want me to pretend like I don't see you? Like all the other pictures you've got?"

"Fuck," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. Do that."

You pretended not to see him, gazing at his lap instead, and pushing his hips down when he bucked them up. The picture snapped and you finally looked up at him, meeting his faltering stare. You pushed yourself off of your knees and lightly shoved his shoulders so that he was flat on his back. You kneeled over his legs bringing your hands to the zipper of his jeans. A sweet moan tumbled from his mouth, and he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Can I take these off?" You asked, pulling at your own shirt and shorts, much to his surprise. He still nodded rapidly, groaning as you pulled your shirt off and handed it to him before getting off of his thigh and laying next to him, completely ignoring his look as you took your shorts off and left them on his bed.

Then, you stood up and walked to the door, locking it securely before making your way back to him. This time, you straddled his waist, hands on his chest as you rolled your hips a few times, making him moan loudly. He reluctantly looked away from you and hit play on his radio, filling the room with the sound of R.E.M to drown out his sinful noises. He reached to grab your waist just as you began moving back to straddle just one of his thighs. An action that made him whine.

"Can I take your jeans off, Jonathan?" You questioned sweetly, hands paused over his tent. He nodded again, but you sat back, breath hitching as your clit brushed up against his thigh just right. You ignored the feeling, eager to continue teasing him. "Use your words."

"Yes. Yes," he pleaded, hand resting on the inside of your thigh while you unzipped his pants slowly, pulling them down his waist and around his ankles before placing them right on top of your shorts on the comforter. He was only in boxers now, and you could see the imprint of his throbbing dick through the gray fabric. There was already a moist spot on them.

"What about your shirt?" You asked, going back to straddle him over his underwear. He moaned loudly, grabbing your hips and rutting himself against you. You moaned, too, gripping the fabric of his shirt and throwing your head forwards. No more questions were being asked. He sat up and let you tug his shirt off of him quickly, then laid back down and continued to drag your hips over his. You wondered if he'd ever had sex before. He was unable to control any noises pouring from his soft lips, not that you minded in the slightest.

You climbed off of him, pulling his boxers off and laying there next to him, face first into the bed. He was breathing heavy next to you, and you watched as his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping himself as he looked at your ass.

"Where'd you put my shirt?" You asked, turning to face him. His eyes immediately trailed down to your chest and he bucked roughly into his hand. You grabbed his wrists lightly, pulling them up to rest on your breasts as you straddled his waist, ass barely brushing against his tip. "My shirt."

He fumbled for your shirt, finding it on the ground next to him before handing it to you quickly. His entire body was writhing under you, needy and too worked up. You put the shirt back into his hands and got off of him, moving instead to sit behind him, pulling him into a seated position where his back was now pressed against your torso, still holding his hand in your shirt, confused.

"Use it. Jerk yourself off." Your hand wrapped around the back of his and slowly lead it down to his cock, gripping it lightly with the fabric of the shirt and jacking off. You removed your hand, letting him continue as you began to press hot kisses down his neck, leaving him desperately moving around in your arms, unable to control himself before he came into his hand quickly. You laughed lightly. It was kind of pathetic, but hell if it didn't turn you on to see him so needy. He threw his head back, slowly rubbing himself up and down with the dirtied shirt and letting you leave hickeys on his shoulder as he came for almost a full minute.

"Shit," he moaned, opening his eyes to look at you. You looked back.

"Was it good?" You asked, running a finger up his side. He shivered against you, pushing the both of you further back into the headboard.

"Yeah. Was really good," he answered breathlessly. You laughed at him again, rubbing your hand over his torso now.

"Do you want to do it to me?" Your eyes got softer, and you watched his mouth fall open.

"Y-yes. But--"

"You can do it. Look at you. Came for a minute and still hard. How about you start with my tits, yeah?" You spoke to him kindly. He nodded. "Words, baby."

"Baby," he stuttered, flustered by the pet name. "I-- yes. Let me fuck your tits, please."

"Do it good. Cum on my face, pretty boy."

"Fuck," he hissed, hips stuttering into the air. You watched more blood rush to his dick with a smile. Jonathan got out of your lap and you took your bra and panties off, handing them to him before laying yourself flat on your back. He held the garments like they were holy, setting them down on the bed with your cum shirt. "How do I do it?"

"Put your hands on the headboard, then straddle my chest and just fuck them like you did to your hand. I'll hold them together for you." You put a hand on his hip as he straddled you, just like you said. His shaky hands reached up to grab his headboard and he turned the volume of the music up as you grabbed his dick, guiding it between your breasts slowly.

"Oh, shit." He started moving himself, head dropping between his hands as he grew harder between you.

"Just like that, good boy, Jonathan," you praised, holding your tits together and watching his face contort with pleasure above you. His thrusts grew faster, pace quickening as he came on your face only a moment later. Holy shit was he gone for you.

You'd never seen a man cum so fast. And to have it twice in one day was unbelievable. Your name came out of his mouth as he grunted and groaned, hips continuing to move back and forth as he rode out his high.

A moment passed where he hovered above you awkwardly before clamoring back down onto the bed next to you. His pupils were blown wide and he was focused on watching your stomach breath in and out slowly. His own breathing was erratic, much faster.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, eyebrows raised. He'd come twice in the past ten minutes. He only nodded in response to your question. A quiet laugh escaped your lips, one that he could barely hear over the music blasting. He reached over you to turn it off, suddenly shy under your gaze.

You rose from the bed, grabbing your bra and panties and putting them back on with your shorts. The shirt you had was far gone, Jonathan's cum smothered all down the side. His face flushed as you picked it up and used it to wipe his cum from your face.

"You missed some," he said bashfully, pointing to the skin beside your mouth. A small smile graced your lips.

"Can you get it for me?" You sat back down on the bed, handing him the shirt and watching him carefully as he used it to smear his cum off of your face. When he was done, he moved to hand the shirt back to you, but you pushed it back to him. "You keep it. Put it to good use, and next time you wanna do this, just ask, pretty boy."

"What about you?" His voice was rough. Erotic. "Did you want to borrow one of my shirts?"

"No. I've got my hoodie on the couch. I'll see you tomorrow."

And you walked out, leaving him naked and messy on his bed with your soiled shirt in his hands. Will was asleep in his room and Joyce was still out, so you quickly made your way to the living room to grab your hoodie and sling it over your head before leaving.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 6 months

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"In Your Dreams" ~ J. Byers

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time with her Halloween makeup, she uses Jonathan as her canvas to practice.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 634

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild horror movie talk (Freddy Krueger is mentioned a couple times), lmk if i misses anything!

Extra Notes: this reads a lil bit like they're in high school but i promise that wasn't my intention lol! no established ages so Reader and Jonathan can be 18+ if you so wish, or not if you'd rather they be younger than 18 lol

Originally Written: 10/26/2023 through 10/27/2023

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"Hold still," you complained, eyeliner pencil in hand.

Jonathan grumbled, though a smile never ceased from his lips. "I am holding still!" he rebutted. "I'm just scared you're gonna take out my eye with that thing."

This started about twenty minutes prior, when you were telling him how nervous you were about your Halloween costume. The two of you had settled that you would go as Freddy Krueger and he'd go as Glen, but the prospect of all that makeup seemed a bit daunting to you after you'd agreed.

Thus, you found yourselves lying on the floor of your bedroom, eyeshadow palettes and lipstick tubes spread about as you practiced the makeup on Jonathan. He'd been ever the sweetheart about the ordeal, simply letting you paint his face however you'd like.

"You'd never make it as a woman," you argued, going back in with the eyeliner.

Jonathan ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't know why you're so stressed about this. I mean, isn't Halloween supposed to be fun? Isn't this stress taking the fun out of it for you?"

You countered his statement with a look of exasperation. "Of course you get to say that. All you do is have to throw on some sweatpants and an old tee shirt and call it a night. I have the hard job."

He sensed your frustration, a loving hand meeting your knee as he flashed you a sideways smile. "Sweetheart, it's just a Halloween costume. You don't have to freak out about the whole thing. I just want you to have fun."

Your heart swelled with adoration for the boy in front of you, a million butterflies fluttering around in your belly at his kind words. "I know, and I appreciate that. But it's our first Halloween as a couple, Jon. And I really want to see the look on Carol's face when we beat her and Tommy at the couples costume contest."

A light snicker tumbled out of him as he pulled you closer, his hands settling on either side of your face. "And you will. Because you have one thing that Carol doesn't."

"A brain?" you laughed. Your eyes met his, a thousand hidden emotions swirling around in those chocolate brown eyes you loved so much.

"Okay, two things," Jonathan chuckled. "A brain, and the fact that you're already gonna be the prettiest girl at the party, with or without makeup."

The butterflies somehow increased tenfold as your lips met his, chapped skin against chapped skin that was somehow your favorite feeling in the world. The bergamot scent of his cologne filled your senses as he pulled you close, tugging your body down with his as he fell back on the carpet. The action elicited a giggle from you, tumbling out of your mouth and into his.

Finally, you pulled away, looking down at him with slight confusion. "What are you up to, Byers?"

"Nothing. Can't a guy compliment his girl?" he asked, faking innocence.

Your eyes narrowed in on him. "You keep acting like this, and you'll be doing a lot more than complimenting me."

"Maybe," Jonathan pulled you down for a short peck, "that's the point."

Your bubble of bliss was popped by a knock on your door, followed by your mother insisting that it was time for bed. You scrambled up from the floor, pulling Jonathan with you and rushing him toward the window where he'd climbed in earlier.

"Good night, Freddy," he joked, leaning in for one last kiss.

"Oh, it will be. I'll see you later… in your dreams," you joked, wiggling your fingers at him to emphasize the spookiness of your words.

The boy simply snickered as he began to make his way out of your bedroom window. "I look forward to it, then."

taking this time to make a formal apology for posting so late in the day lol! it was never my intention to not post today (since it's now after midnight here lol) but the day got away from me and i never found time to edit and post until now lol! hope you guys are well and enjoying all the fics so far! 🫶🏻

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milkiangl · 2 years

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TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

pairing : jonathan byers x gn!reader

summary : after traveling all the way to california to suprise your boyfriend, jonathan, he finds a way to show you how thankful he is to finally have you in his arms again.

warning : SMUT, afab!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, heavy makeout, mentions of bodily fluids, extreme pussy drunk!jonathan system overload, innocence and humiliation kink if you squint, suggestive language, cockwarming, usage of weed, two idiots in love, established relationship, no season 4 spoilers !!

authors note : what better way to make my writing return than with a fic dedicated to my most criminally underrated boyfriend ?? seriously, the lack of jonathan appreciation on this app is entirely unexceptable, but … never fear !! i have arrived to provide the content we are being deprived of !! ( which may be my first smut writing and heavily inspired by the love making scene in the 1986 top gun, whoops! )

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JONATHAN’S LEGS intertwined with your own beneath the heavy comforter furnishing his unkept bed, the riveting fragrance of marijuana and his intense; earthy cologne invading your nebulous senses—your fingers ghosting over the skin along the back of his neck in a reposeful matter while your face remained burrowed against the cotton shirt concealing his broad chest.

Vibrations dispersing through your body from Jonathan’s soft; pleasant hum following “Take My Breath Away” by Berlin, which played faintly through his immense cassette player displayed by the foot of his window.

His musical drone dwindled away while the song continued, conducting you to lift your head to take in his current state. His heavy eyes already observing you tenderly as if you hung the moon in the sky, his gaze devouring your entire presence in a way that made your bodyheat rise exponentially and heartbeat sputter.

His arm enveloped around your torso, fingers drawing vague patterns along the bare skin of your lower back that became exposed when Jonathan’s shirt your figure was decorated in continued to gradually ride up. His other hand holding the blunt his delicate lips were wrapped around moments prior.

Your throat released a questioning murmur, wondering what had created the yearning warmth suddenly radiating from his aura and entire being.

“M’just missed you so much.” He sighed fondly, drinking in the way your pearly white teeth captured your bottom lip in attempt to cloak the wide grin threatening to reveal itself.

Jonathan’s body weight shifted to hover over your own that was positioned in a indescribably flawless way; head settled within his disorderly mound of pillows and your features embellished by the intricate rays of sunshine gleaming through the crevices of his curtains. Angelic. That’s what you were to him and everything you displayed—body, mind, and soul.

“Missed your lips.” He mumbled, immersing his face closer and capturing your bottom lip with a technique that made your head spin; adjoining yourselves in all the most magnificent ways possible. Captivated by the feeling you had been deprived of for a year, your fingers found comfort entangled in Jonathan’s jumbled hair, endeavoring to guide him closer into you than humanly possible.

“Missed your nose,” His now swollen; reddened lips parted from yours to leave a delicate peck at the tip of your scrunched nose, generating crinkles in the corner of your eyes to become prominent and a soft giggle to leave your throat when he plants a kiss on said skin by the edge of your left eye, “and your pretty eyes.”

Your own lips forming into a playful frown, “What about the other one?”

Jonathan grinned prior to placing a sloppy linger of kisses encircling the crinkles of your right one while your arms encompassed his body to yours; your chest rumbling with an array of gleeful squeals. “Especially missed that one.”

The frisky countenance inclosed in your irises dimmed away marginally to make room for a ravenous twinkle which hadn’t been present moments before.

Instantly, Jonathan caught the imperceptible change in your manners; his already blown out pupils expanding in size as they followed the movements of your freshly manicured nails leisurely skimming down the canvas of your legs, proceeding until reaching the hem of your his shirt. Tugging at the fabric while your bare thighs closed around your hand obscurely, already glazed over; doe eyes blinking up at him in a pure and innocent like way that caused his boxers to strain. “And what about here?”

Jonathan’s calloused thumbs traveled to your knees, gently sketching circles along the skin while his pleading expression grew; silently begging to pull your thighs apart and drink in the very sight of what was beneath the item of clothing.

With a coaxing nod, Jonathan didn’t bother wasting any more time. His breathing patterns stuttering and mouth watering at the image displayed in front of him: delicate white lace shrouding your most intimate anatomy; apparent arousal staining the material.

His fingers disappeared beneath the fabric of the teeshirt, ghosting over the sensitive skin of your pelvis to curl around the flimsy laced undergarment; dragging the material down the extent of your body until discarding it somewhere along the carpet flooring surrounding Jonathan’s bed that neither of you had any desire leaving soon.

Your muscles twitched and throat released an abrupt; swift gasp when the foreign notion of Jonathan placing an open-mouthed kiss against your now exposed sex traveled entirely through your veins like a shot of electricity, leaving your brain hazy and imploring for more.

With Jonathan steadily lifting the clothing further, trails of open-mouthed kisses continued up the span of your stomach in an enticing manner that made your desires swirl with craving.

“Jesus Christ,” He whispered, his index and middle finger swiping down your slit gently; collecting your arousal prior to stuffing his drenched fingers in your awaiting mouth. “Barley touched you and you’re already dripping all over my sheets.”

Tongue traveling the surface of his digits, your whimpers becoming muffled. “Got something on your mind, baby? What’s got you all fuzzy?”

With Jonathan removing his—now clean—fingers, making sure to caress the pad of his thumb over your slick; pouty bottom lip, all he was met with was a meek: “Please.”

“Don’t worry,” He uttered softly, lifting his body weight off yours moderately to lower his now compressed boxers to his knees; freeing his aching erection. “I’ll give you what you want.”

The moment his cock aligned with your entrance and sensed your spongy walls welcome him when he inserted himself, his thigh trembled and buried himself further into your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck. Missed you so much. Taking me so well, always so good to me. S’like this pretty hole was made for my cock, hm?” Jonathan’s syllables and breathing began to stumble as he lost himself in you like he always did when you gripped him the way you currently were; his jaw falling open and eyes squeezing shut as his forehead fell to lean on yours.

“Johnny.” You sniffled, his eyes fluttering open once more to watch how you writhed in complete pleasure from the way he was rocking sensually inside of you; your hands reaching for his much larger one and drawing it to where you both were connected.

Jonathan’s raspy chuckle echoed through your ear as he began to draw tight circles on your clit; immediately feeling your walls flutter around him. “I got you, honey. Let go for me, yeah?”

His cooing tone and way he knew your body so marvelously allured you closer and closer to your high until you ultimately reached it; Jonathan following shortly behind you.

Once the constellations from your climax began to fade and you drifted back to Earth once more, you were greeted with Jonathan’s head tucked away and nuzzled into your neck, leaving passionate; lazy kisses down the sensitive skin and a trail of goosebumps and sweet praises in their wake.

His hips beginning to lift up and away from yours made you mewl disappointingly, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him and his seeping seed tucked in your warmth.

Jonathan hummed with approval, observing your fucked out state through heavy eyelids; marveling at how insanely lucky he is to fall asleep with your limbs wrapped around his and devour the sight of your bodies still connected when he awoke.

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refiwrites · 2 years

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Your Love

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Playful moments with Jonathan Byers.

WC: 1.4k

Warning/s: none, just pure love and fluff

Note: this is a petition for jonathan byers to break my back love me

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What are you doing?” Jonathan asks from beside you as his arm started to strain from you holding onto it for a while now. The two of you were in his room, spending the afternoon together. The two of you were the only current people in the Byers household since Joyce had to go to work and Will was off and biking to get to Mike’s.

It felt odd having a relaxing day with all that’s been going on, it felt like all of you never really got over what happened the past couple of months, that’s when you decided to hang with Jonathan today, and knowing Jonathan, he wouldn’t say no to you.

“Hold on, I’m almost done.” You say, holding onto his arm firmer as you placed the last finishing touches of yet another drawing on his arm.

Jonathan stared at you watching as you remained focused on completing your task, your face contorted in determination as he felt the pen drag on his skin. He never realized when this started between the two of you, often the both of you would be together and then by the end of the day Jonathan would find little drawings and phrases of adoration littering his arm.

He never found it annoying, in fact, he has found comfort in this little act. The silence occasionally disrupted by your little hums of satisfaction, the way your hand held his arm, the way he’d notice how you’d absent-mindedly stroke his skin with your thumb as you drew. He almost forgot the numbing strain just by staring at you. Then his eyes shifted to the drawing on his arm.

“A flower?” He asked curiously in a whisper as he tilts his head to get a better view.

You look up at him and his eyes flickered to you. You smiled and went back to drawing. “Well, not just any flower,” you say, slightly frowning as you rubbed a little stray ink away. Jonathan raises his eyebrow. “It’s a honeysuckle.” You answered.

“Ah, it looks cool.” Jonathan noted. “Actually,” You swallowed, “Did you know that honeysuckles symbolize affection? Pure happiness even.” You finish.

Jonathan nods, processing the information. “No, I didn’t.”

“Done.” You say smiling up at him, finally letting go of his arm. Jonathan frowned at the loss of contact but it faded as you held his arm again and slowly inched it to his face so he could see the full drawing. It was amazing, it looked almost like a tattoo.

“Since they symbolize happiness and love, I thought it’d be nice to put it on you… since you make me happy and these vines,” You shy, taking your finger and carefully going over the vines you’ve drawn on him. “They say it also symbolizes the form of a lover’s embrace.”

Jonathan could notice how the vines almost clung and wrapped around each other, before looking at you.

“Since like I said, the symbol of love… I think it fits because…” You muttered, you’ve probably said the phrase probably a thousand times before but every time you felt yourself uttering it out loud your heart always skipped a beat, and Jonathan could feel the same.

“Because I love you.”

Jonathan had his hand acting on its own as it carefully held your neck, pulling you towards him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too.”

Then there was a night where all the gang were gathered at Mike’s house for a little hang out in the basement or as Dustin dubbed it as “Movie Night with the Gang”

You and Jonathan were on the left side of the couch, while Nancy and Steve were arguing about the plot of the movies about to be watched, while Dustin and Mike were setting up the TV. Lucas and Max were too busy with each other, Will was reading the back of the case that held the tape for the movie and Eleven was curiously watching Dustin and Mike.

After everything had been set, including blankets and food being passed around, it was time to watch the movie.

You were halfway through when Jonathan nuzzled up next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as you comfortably wrapped an arm around him to nudge him closer to you whilst the two of you shared the blanket. Your hands started playing with the collar of his shirt, then it slowly travelled to his hair. It was soft and you found yourself twirling a strand before running your fingers through his scalp.

Jonathan let out a small hum which sounded more like a soft groan. Your eyes switched from the movie to him. “Something wrong?” You whispered in order not to distract the others.

“Mm, no. If you keep doing that, I’ll miss the movie and fall asleep.” He slightly chuckled which made you laugh.

“Hey lovebirds! We’ve still got a movie to watch!” Steve said which made all eyes turn to the pair of you.

“Shut it Harrington, we’re watching!” You replied. “You better be!” He retorted.

Few months passed and now you were in the forest.

You felt his gaze on you followed by the clicking and snapping of the camera. “You trying to spy on me, Byers?” You teased him, turning around to meet him face to face. He rolled his eyes, smiling as he set the camera down. “I don’t know, you make a pretty good candid.” He said.

“Try me.” You say with a laugh, trying to pose for the photo. Jonathan smiled wider and wasted no time bringing the camera up to take a picture of you.

It went on for about a while, Jonathan taking pictures of nature and you. Only you noticed he hasn’t taken any pictures of himself. “Hey, babe?” You ask as he takes another snap at the sky with the trees.

“Hm, yeah?” He replied.

“I just noticed; you take pictures of everything but yourself.” You said, stepping towards him. “And?” He looks at you. “Why don’t you take any?”

“Apart from I have only two hands, I don’t find a reason to.” He joked.

“Why not? And hey, you have me!” You gestured to yourself. “I can take a picture of you.”

“Nah, it’s fine, never really liked looking at myself in pictures anyways.” Jonathan responded.

“Jonathan, as much as I love seeing your pictures come to life, I would also love to see the creator of these beautiful portraits with them.” You walked closer towards him, placing your hands on his that held the camera.

“I know what you’re doing (Y/N), it’s not gonna work on me.” Jonathan said, trying to avoid you but the smile he was failing at hiding said otherwise.

You laughed and your hands made its way to his face, making him look at you. “Please? You never know how handsome you look.” You pleaded.

Jonathan closed his eyes and shakes his head. “Nope, not going to work.”

“Just one- or how about, every picture I take of you… you get a kiss?”

Jonathan’s eyes suddenly opened, looking at you. “Hm? Come again?”

“You heard me.” You pursed your lips teasingly.

Jonathan stares at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Alright, but- you do know how this works right?”

You gave him a mocked look of hurt. “Jonathan Byers, what am I? Born and raised yesterday? Of course, I know how to work a camera! Not to mention I have one hell of a photographer of a boyfriend.”

Jonathan blushes at your words with a shake of his head. “Just making sure.” Before he removes the sling off his shoulders, passing the camera to you.

“You won’t regret this, I promise!” You said, putting on the sling over your shoulder and handling the camera carefully.

You set it up, then pointed the camera at Jonathan. “So, uh, what am I just going to stand- or-?” He asks unsure. “How about you act like I’m not here and walk around okay? Feel everything that’s surrounding you.”

Jonathan did what he was told, and you couldn’t believe the number of pictures you took.

But your most favorite one was where he was looking straight at the camera with that smile of his.

“Alright that’s enough, missy.” He says laughing, going over to you, and covering the camera.

“I was just starting to have fun!” You jokingly complained. Jonathan shook his head. “We had a deal, remember?”

“What deal was it again?” You teased.

“One picture equals to a kiss if I heard that right?” Jonathan teased back.

You tilt your head as you start to walk back as a devious smile set on your face.

“That is if you can catch me, Jonathan Byers.” Was the last thing you said before you raced towards the car.

Jonathan shook his head, stepping to prepare for a run. “Oh, I will.”

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hornyhornyhimbos · 6 months

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"Love Potion No. 9" ~ J. Byers

Summary: When you and Jonathan visit a witch on your hunt for something supernatural, you don't expect to leave with ever-growing arousal between your legs.

Pairing: Supernatural Hunter!Jonathan Byers x Supernatural Hunter!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,106

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, car sex, love potion/aphrodisiac consumption, dry humping for a second, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: does this read a little bit like a Supernatural fanfic? maybe. but i can't be blamed when Jonathan just feels so Winchester-coded.

Originally Written: 10/12/2023

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Neither of you were quite sure how it happened, but your latest hunt had led you into the home of a witch. Low-hanging ferns and wind chimes and twinkly lights filled the area, the scent of frankincense heavy in the small space.

"Don't mind the smell," she'd said, "Figured I should cast some sort of protection over my home with that thing running loose."

After talking with the woman for a while, you and Jonathan had both silently come to a mutual conclusion: that this thing was a werewolf, and a rabid one at that, and it wouldn't stop until it had consumed as much blood as possible.

"Would you mind if we grabbed a bottle of water?" you asked, standing up from your spot on the lumpy sofa.

The witch shook her head. "Not at all, dear. Kitchen's just through that doorway. I think I'm gonna go have a quick smoke out on the porch." Your brows furrowed at her statement, but she quickly rebutted, "I'll be fine. I keep a gun by the door and I'll use my frankincense spray to help ward him off."

And with that, she was headed out the front door, leaving you and Jonathan to yourselves.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Jon asked, leading the way into the kitchen.

"Werewolf?" you asked, arms folding in front of your chest.

He gave you a quick nod, opening the fridge and pulling out two water bottles. "Yeah, and a rabid one at that."

"Which means there's probably another one close by that gave it to him," you commented. You quickly grabbed one of the bottles from him and took a long drag of the liquid. It had been hours since you'd stopped for food or drink or gas, and the water was like nectar from the gods to your desperate and deprived taste buds.

Jonathan chuckled at your behavior, but took a long drink from his own bottle. After gulping down the liquid, he concurred, "That's what I'm thinking too."

"So, how do we find them?"

He shrugged. "Wait. The wolves around here only come out at night so we wait until sundown, then hope to God that we're right about where they're hunting."

After a few minutes had passed, the lady had joined you back in the house, leading the two of you back into the living room. As the conversation carried on, you started to feel a strange, warm tingle in your belly. You attempted to shake off the feeling, but your body heat picked up and the feeling grew stronger.

"Jon," you whispered into his ear, "can we please go? I'm not feeling well."

Jonathan had a sort of flushed look to his face, and you assumed he must've been experiencing a feeling similar to yours. As you stood, he quickly side-stepped behind you, almost strategically placing you in front of him.

You both managed a rushed goodbye before heading out to the car, the warmth in your stomach quickly turning into a feeling you could identify— arousal.

The ride was silent, save for the tape playing quietly on the radio. Your legs clenched together involuntarily as a familiar wetness formed between them. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked over at Jon, who was white-knuckling the steering wheel like his life depended on it.

You came to a stop at the end of the nearly abandoned road, no other cars in sight as Jonathan approached the stop sign. He shot you a quick look, trying to act as casual as he could. "You alright?"

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, nodding much more enthusiastically than you should have. "Yeah, I'm totally fine." A heavy silence took over the air for a couple seconds before you awkwardly asked, "What about you?"

He quickly nodded as well, avoiding eye contact with you. "Yeah, I'm good."

Another round of heavy silence came over the small space, Jonathan opting to break it by clearing his throat. He mumbled something to himself as he started to take off again, the car gradually gliding toward a speed bump.

You tried your best to hold it in, but it was almost compulsory the way a moan flew out of you when the speed bump caused your jeans to hit your core in just the right spot.

Jonathan hit the brakes right there in the middle of the road, an erratic look coming across his face. "You too?!" he asked in surprise.

You knew it would do you no good to lie, not after the way your mouth had just betrayed you. "You think she put something in that water?"

Sweat was cascading down both of your faces, each of your breathing already speeding up. "I don't know," he answered, his expression changing to one of shyness. "What are we gonna do?"

You thought for a moment, quickly going over your options. You could wait it out, but that might be miserable. You supposed you could pull over and one of you go into the woods, discreetly giving you both time to get yourselves off, but that would chance one of you getting taken by something in that clearly haunted forest. The third option was one you truly hated to think, but you supposed it might be your best bet.

"Quick, get me that dropper out of the trunk. It's in the case with my dagger."

He pulled off to the side of the road, giving you a questioning look. "Why-"

You all but pushed him out of the car, urging him to not ask questions. While he grabbed the dropper, you unscrewed the lid to both bottles of water. When he got back, you dropped a tiny dab of the liquid in the tube down into the bottles of water. You watched as the water turned a bright sapphire blue, knowing all too well what it meant.

"Fuck," you exclaimed exasperatedly, your hand meeting your temple.

Jonathan met you with a confused look, brows furrowed tight together. "What? What does that mean?"

"That bitch gave us a serum of desire."

"A what?"

You sighed, though you couldn't ignore the growing feeling of arousal as you looked into his eyes. "It's a potion to make us realize our deepest desires."

He went from confused to downright dumbfounded. "So, our deepest desire is… each other?" You nodded in reply. "Well, what do we do?"

"We have no choice but to confront our deepest desire. It's the only way it'll wear off."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, shock and lust wafting through the air as heavily as the frankincense had earlier. You tried to think of any other way to make the potion wear off, but deep down, you knew there was only one way to get rid of this feeling.

"So…" he said, the word lingering.

"So…" you repeated.

Jonathan was the first to make a move, which surprised you, given his hatred of confrontation. "Can I… kiss you? I-In the backseat?"

He didn't have to ask twice. You were practically shoving him into the tiny backseat, climbing on top of him in record speed. The idea of doing this with him had you embarrassed, given your practically life-long crush on the man, but at the current moment, the serum was working hard to dilute all thoughts of rationality.

Your lips connected, heavy breaths flowing out of your mouth and into his as his hands landed on your waist. He pulled you down the expanse of his thigh, guiding your center along his denim-clad leg. Your hips were grinding all on their own, a moan slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as your jeans brushed your clit just right.

"Do you wanna," he started to say, being cut off by a needy kiss, "get off like this? Because this," another kiss, "is perfectly fine to me."

You shook your head, your tongue slipping between his parted lips as you continued humping his leg, your pleasure already nearing its peak. "Need more, please."

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging at the light brown strands and eliciting an absolutely beautiful noise from the man underneath you. You wanted to bottle that noise up and play it on repeat for hours, music to your ears.

He made quick work of his jeans, sliding them down just enough to release his cock. You moaned at the sight, torn between taking it in your mouth or putting it exactly where you needed it. The latter won as you made quick work of your own pants, Jonathan letting out another one of those gorgeous sounds at the sight of your wetness.

Without any resistance on your part, he was lowering you down his length, his head falling back against the car door. "Oh, holy fuck," he sighed, his eyes going glassy. Your hands moved to his bangs, moving the sweat-sticky hair away from his eyes to give you both an unobstructed view of each other.

You were the first to move, nearly cumming right then as the head of his cock brushed against that wonderful spot inside of you. Labored breaths filled the air as the two of you began to create the perfect rhythm between your bodies, his balls slapping against you every time you slid back down his length.

Your lips reconnected as you rocked up and down on him, tongues roaming freely inside one another's mouth. The car was undeniably rocking, anyone who drove past would know exactly what you were doing, but the slight movement had him bucking up into you even harder, and secretly you were thankful you'd decided to do this here.

Your hand roamed down to one of his, bringing his calloused fingers to your clit. "Touch me, right there, please," you all but begged, guiding his fingertips in the exact rhythm you craved them.

The pad of his thumb was rough, but only brought your orgasm closer. His opposite hand moved to grab the supple skin of your hip, guiding you along his cock and bringing him closer to the edge as well.

Your own hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as your climax washed over you, your cunt sucking him deeper inside you as your legs began to shake. "Shit, Jonathan," you whined, your hips speeding in hopes of bringing him to his own release.

"Fuck, where do you need it?" he groaned, his dick throbbing inside of you.

"What?" you breathed heavily, still working yourself through possibly the best orgasm you'd ever felt.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked, somewhere between begging and demanding.

All words left your body as his finger continued to work at your swollen clit, so you simply opted for a nod of the head.

As if on cue, he was filling you up with every last drop of his seed, both of your bodies falling limp against each other. "Oh, my God," he sighed, his breath hot as it fanned around your ear.

The serum was already wearing off your body, realizing what you'd done. You wanted to enjoy this moment, to just be with him, but you couldn't deny the logical thoughts that had started to flood back into your mind. "Oh, my God," you repeated, nearly a whisper as you lay on his chest.

"We really just did that, didn't we?" he asked, a hand moving up to brush softly over your hair.

You let out a soft, amused huff as your eyes finally met his again. You swore you saw his eyes sparkling as he looked at you, an expression of adoration coming over his features. "I guess we did," you laughed lightly.

"Are you mad about it?" Jon asked, his tone seeming genuine.

This time, your brows furrowed. "Why would I be mad?"

He chuckled, leaning to kiss your cheek. "Just checking to see if you'll kill me the next time I ask to kiss you in the backseat of my car."

Another amused giggle fell from your lips. "I wouldn't dare. You're too valuable to kill, no matter if we enjoyed ourselves back here or not."

A playful pout flashed across his face. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy yourself? Because it seemed to me," he paused, moving to suck a harsh kiss on your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you, "like you were really, really enjoying yourself."

"How long until sundown?" you asked, all breath escaping your lungs for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Jonathan spared a quick glance at his watch. "Probably another half hour, maybe forty-five minutes if we're lucky."

"Better make it count, then."

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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any headcanons on being somewhat shorter than most of the boys in st? (Johnathan, Steve, billy, Eddie) such as how they would treat you and such since your quite a bit shorter preferably 5'5 ish?

omg yes i love this one

Stranger Things Boys with a Short S/O

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Steve Harrington:

Steve is like a solid 6 feet tall.

He absolutely loves being with someone shorter than him.

Having a tall s/o doesn’t bother him but there’s just something about being the tall one that boosts his ego.

His protectiveness is turned up like six notches because in his mind, being small means that you’re in more danger.

Absolutely walks behind you in the hallway and is like towering over you but he thinks it keeps people from running into you.

He’s definitely the boyfriend that lets you sit on his shoulders during concerts, irritating all the people behind you.

Jonathan Byers:

Jonathan really couldn’t care less how tall you are. He’s around 5’10 so he’s not short but definitely not as tall as the other boys on the list. Height isn’t really a big concern for him.

He loves to give you his sweaters because they hang low on you and he thinks it’s adorable, especially when you’re half asleep.

He’ll tease you sometimes if you’re comfortable with it. He’ll rest his arm on the top of your head or ask you how the weather is down there.

Will hits a growth spurt and is suddenly way taller than you. Jonathan will never let you live it down.

He’ll gets things off of high shelves or cabinets for you, asking for a kiss in return.

He likes taking pictures of you while you’re reaching for things, though. He thinks they’re absolutely the cutest.

Billy Hargrove:

Billy is an inch taller than Steve, standing firmly at 6’1. He towers over most people and a lot of his intimidation comes from his height.

I think he would definitely lead towards a shorter s/o. He really likes the idea of being the big strong man of the relationship.

He loves to manhandle you. Of course, in a (mostly) respectful way. He’ll pick you up and toss you onto his bed, throw you over his shoulder and smack your ass, pick you up and spin you around when he sees you after a long day, etc.

He absolutely loves when you wear his jacket. It adds to his whole “big, strong man” thing and he thinks that you look so cute drowning in it.

You spend more time over his shoulder than you do on the ground. He’ll pick you up anytime he possibly can. Whether you’re arguing with someone and he needs to drag you away or he just wants to carry you to his room for other activities.

At the end of the day, he really tries to handle you a little more gently than he does other people. Both because he loves you so much and because you’re so small.

Eddie Munson:

The tallest boy on the list, standing around 6’4. This man is a giant. He’s tall and lanky and his body is mostly made up of legs. You’re almost a whole foot shorter than him. He loves it.

He wants you to wear every single article of clothing he owns. You literally drown in them and most of his tshirts could be used as dresses on you. His Hellfire shirt is available to you whenever you want it.

Teases the absolute shit out of you !! Literally he’s relentless you will not get through one day without him making a short joke.

Even though he’s so much taller than you, he insists on being the little spoon almost all the time. He likes feeling your arms and legs wrapped around him (in more situations than one).

He likes carrying you around on his back. You wrap your arms and legs around him and he says you remind him of “a little monkey”, which usually earns him a smack to the back of his head.

He would absolutely tilt your head up with one finger so you’ll look him in the eyes.

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luveline · 10 months

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omg i was in such a sad mood last night and I cried myself sick for no reason and I was wondering if I could make a request for some comfort from maybe Jonathan. Please only write this if you want to or have time ❤️ love you Jadey <33

I hope you're feeling better my love ♥ thank you for ur request, I hope this is OK!

"It's alright," Jonathan insists, looking at you with a mixture of surety and worry. Steadying you, but worried at the same time. "Take a breather."

You try to do what he asks but nothing feels right, lately, or maybe it does but the breathlessness taking up all the space in your chest wants you to think otherwise. He can see it on your face, the thought process, the dawning panic.

"Hey," he says gently, your joined hands between you, standing in the middle of his room.

Of all the places you could've broken down, neither of you were expecting it to be in amongst his socks and books.

"Hey, hey," he says, softer each time. "It's okay. I'm right here."

"I think it all might be really bad," you say. You laugh but the laugh doesn't last, it cracks down the middle.

"It's not all bad," he reassures you.

You hang your head. You hate crying in front of him, especially this sort of sobbing, the helpless kind like a little kid poking at their scraped knees. You can't stop thinking about the things that are upsetting you.

Luckily, Jonathan isn't easily dissuaded. He had to grow up fast, you know that. He's looked after everyone who needed it for years, and he's adept at calming people down.

"It's okay," he says.

Jonathan ducks his head, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He's handsome in an understated way, what with his dark eyes, his pert nose. Hair you'd convinced him to let you trim in the name of keeping cool in California curls sweetly under his ears. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel very well." It's a white lie. You're crying is making you feel sick. It's starting to feel worse than what upset you in the first place.

"You're not gonna throw up. I know you won't. Here," he walks you backward into his desk chair, "sit down."

You sit and Jonathan pushes the chair toward his window. He opens it as wide as the hinges will allow to let the breeze kiss your warm cheeks, cooling tears in tacky trails down the slopes of your face and the ridge of your jaw. Jonathan strokes your hair so gently it barely feels like he's touching you at all.

"Sorry," you say.

Jonathan wipes your cheeks with the side of his hand. He doesn't lift it from your face: careful, he rests the back of it flat to your skin, the short nail of his index finger smoothing against your puffy undereye. You focus on that small sensation, eyes scrunched closed and a pounding misery at your temple.

"There," he says, taking your face into his palm. "Good job, honey. You really wound yourself up. You scared me." He abandons your damp cheeks in favour of your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the sides of your neck.

"Jon, you have to stop touching me for a second," you say regretfully.

He holds up his hands.

You suck in a big breath and hold it, wiping your face and your snotty nose with your sleeves, brushing baby hairs displaced by sweat back into place. For a few seconds, you sit and try to look less like you're one strong gust of wind from falling over. Jonathan watches anxiously.

You rub your eyes. "Will you hug me now?" you ask.

He kneels at your feet. "I would have hugged you before."

"Didn't want to get snot in your hair," you say, groaning as he wraps his arms behind your back.

"Ew," he murmurs, the cadence of his voice lilting, like he might sing under his breath. His lips brush the shell of your ear. "I'd let you."

You shiver in his arms, completely collapsed, face digging deeper and deeper into his neck. He doesn't complain, only readjusts his hold to make you more comfortable.

"It's okay if something's getting to you. You can tell me."

"What if… I'm upset for no reason?" you ask tentatively.

Jonathan gives your shoulders a little squeeze and a bigger shake. "That's okay too, duh. Just tell me what to do to make you feel better instead."

"This is fine," you say, lips pressed greedily to the slip of skin just above his collar. "This is good."

Jonathan stays there for ages, so long his knees must burn from the position, but he doesn't say a word. He hugs you for as long as you need him to, and then a little bit after that.

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 7 months

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Dating Jonathan Byers would include...

Him holding your face as you talk,

him taking pictures of you,

quiet nights at home,

Listening to music together,

Helping look after Will,

writing letters to each other,

Late night phone calls,

Him being too shy to make the first move,

Constantly trying to get him to dress up for Halloween,

Helping him cook,

Supporting him when things are going wrong,

Him giving you rides,

long passionate kisses,

incredibly shy first date,

study dates,

Standing up for Will when people pick on him,

Bonding with Joyce,

Making out in the dark room,

him sleeping on the floor the first time he stays over,

him getting very jealous,

arguments where your both too stubborn to admit you're wrong,

him getting flustered the first time he says he loves you,

bad flirting,

watching old black and white movies together,

falling asleep on his shoulder,

And waking up to find him still sat the same worried that he'd wake you,

quiet walks in the woods,

going with him while he takes pictures,

playing with his hair,

sleeping in his shirt.

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#jonathan byers x reader #Jonathan Byers imagine #Jonathan Byers imagines #Jonathan Byers fic #jonathan Byers fanfic #jonathan byers #jonathan byers fluff #Jonathan Byers #Stranger things fic #dwi #byerssource

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marvelslut16 · 2 years

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You're mine

Prompt number: 15 "What are you doing?"

Fandom: Stranger Things

Paring: Perv!Jonathan Byers x naïve!reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.4k+

Warnings: Swearing I think. Jonathan being a perv and hella inappropriate. Smutish/fingering technically.

A/N: Um, hello. How is it fictober again? I feel like last years just ended. I don't know what came over me when writing this, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Jonathan’s obsession with you started at a very young age, it started the day you transferred to Hawkins elementary school in the middle of third grade. You approached him on your very first day of school, he was the quiet kid in the back of the class that was doodling whenever you glanced at him, and you approached him at recess and asked him to play on the playground with you. Jonathan was obsessed immediately, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and you were the first person to talk to him without teasing him for his haircut, or his clothes, or his face. You were an angel sent down to and for him.

In the years since third grade there wasn’t a day you spent apart from each other, Jonathan made sure of that. From casual run ins downtown when you were shopping, to convincing Lonnie to take you on a camping trip with them the one time Lonnie actually fulfilled his duties of spending time with his sons. You had gotten so used to being around Jonathan every day that if you didn’t see him it felt like something was missing. The first time Jonathan didn’t seek you out was because he had the flu and was bedridden, it was nearly dinner time when you went to the Byers’ house because you wanted to see him- you needed to see him, it was as if you could not function without seeing him. Your best friend was pleased with your distressed reaction after not seeing him for less than a day, but he held off pushing you further for a while, not wanting to startle you away.

He remembers the first time he really felt like a perv, it was seventh grade. You had convinced him to go to the playground at your old elementary school to goof around after you both had a very big test in pre algebra. Jonathan was off to the side sitting on a park bench when you were running around the playground to let your stress out. When you went down the slide, the woosh of air forced the front of your skirt up, something you didn’t notice, but Jonathan did. The moment is forever ingrained in his memory, your baby blue skirt flaring up just enough that he caught a glimpse of the pale pink cotton panties you wore underneath.

And you remember the first time someone ever called him a perv. A very pissed off Steve approached you in the hallway berating you for being friends with a perv like Jonathan, someone who goes around taking photos of other peoples half naked girlfriends. You didn’t believe a word of it, because your sweet innocent and shy Jonathan would never do such a thing, you would know if he was like that, afterall you spend more time with him than anyone else. Jonathan swore up and down that Steve was lying and just wanted an excuse to bully him and break his camera. And you believed Jonathan, because he would never lie to you.

Sleepovers have become a staple of your friendship with Jonathan, whether it be he sleeps at your house or you sleep at his. Your parents along with Joyce let the two of you sleep in your beds together, all three of them assuming that if something were to happen between you two it would have happened by now, so they weren’t worried and they don’t have an open door policy. Something that Jonathan takes full advantage of, and you're oblivious to abuse of the rules, or lack thereof.

With every sleepover Jonathan would just grow bolder and bolder. It started off small, moving the sheets down a few inches to get a glace at the curvature of your ass as your nightgown rode up in your sleep. At the next sleepover, less than ten days later, he worked up enough courage to graze his fingers along your pantyline, pleased to see that the pair you were wearing that night was pale pink, just like the first ones he saw a few years prior. After that night it started to snowball, and he became borderline reckless.

You fell asleep watching a new episode of cheers- a show that you had begged Jonathan to watch? That was fine, he would cover the two of you with a blanket, and pull you into his side until you were curled around him- Joyce thought it was sweet whenever she saw it, but it was anything but. He would cautiously take your hand and slide it up his thighs and onto his growing bulge, and when the excitement from that alone wore off, he would then slowly, carefully, drag your hand back and forth over himself.

You brought over your well worn white cotton bra, starting to yellow from how old it was? It was perfect for Jonathan! You’d take it off to sleep- naturally- and when tiny little snores left your lips Jonathan would pull it out of your backpack you had stuffed it in after changing into your pajamas, and take it to the bathroom with him. There he would quickly rub one out and ejaculate into the cups of your bra. He always did it early enough in the night that his semen would be all dried up by the time you awoke and put it on in the morning. The insides of your bra would feel weird and crusty when you’d put it back on in the morning, but you always assumed that it was just dried sweat from the day before and that you’d need to wash it again when you got home- you didn’t know any better.

Jonathan had a series of pictures of you, he made sure he was alone when he developed them- your body is his, nobody else can see the parts of you he does- and then he tucks them in the middle of his copy of ‘where the sidewalk ends,’ before shoving the book deep in his closet for good measure. If Joyce or Will ever found those photos everything would be ruined, Jonathan just knew he’d never be allowed to see you again. And if you ever found them? He’s sure you’d call him a perv and a freak, just like everyone else.

The pictures varied in borderline innocent to utterly depraved. The first picture of you that got shoved into his book started out completely innocent. He had an assignment for class- to take candid photos of the people around him- simple enough. Jonathan could waste rolls of film taking candid's of you, everything you did was breathtaking and he wanted to capture it all, to get every little face you make. So he obviously chooses to take quite a few candid's of you for the assignment, he obviously takes some of Will and Joyce too so his teacher doesn’t think he’s an obsessed weirdo when it comes to you. But what he didn’t take into account was that you're wearing a shirt that is just slightly too big for you that day, and with the smallest movement it will slide off your shoulder and down your chest a bit. The photo is a complete accident, you’re leaning forward laughing at something he said- you always laugh harder at his jokes than he deserves, and because you’re leaning forward your shirt dips low. Low enough to get a glimpse of your bra, it’s the first time he’s seen a bra on you and not just in your bag. Although the photo is in black and white he can still vividly remember the cream color of your bra that’s on display.

Not long after that incident, he finds himself in the Nancy incident. Jonathan can’t work up the courage to take more risque photos of you, so he goes for a walk around the woods in order to walk off some of his frustration. On his walk he stumbles upon the Harrington house, and movement in the upstairs window catches his eye. The entire time he snaps the photos of Nancy in King Steve’s window, he’s wishing it’s you- not that you’re sleeping with Harrington, but that he could capture you in such a compromising position, one that he doesn’t have to set up himself. He’s angry and upset with the aftermath of the situation, how dare Steve break his camera, the thing that captured his photos of you. He was also worried that you’d leave him when Steve told you, but he didn’t. He went out of his way to befriend Nancy after that and conned a newer, better, camera out of her and Steve.

After he received his new camera was when he became more adventurous with it. Gone were the days of trying to capture compromising photos of you spontaneously, and here were the days of depravity. It still started off small, photos of your panties on display, the result of your nightgown shifting during sleep. A few up the skirt photos at his dining room table, playing his cassettes so loud that you can’t hear the cameras’ click over the music. No longer did he ejaculate into your bras in the bathroom, no, he did that in the same room as your sleeping form. That was no longer enough for him, and soon he decided to jerk himself off standing above you while you slept soundly, taking pictures to prove to himself that this wasn’t just another wet dream. And one night when he was feeling completely reckless, he stood next to your face while jerking off, leaning forward and resting the tip against your slightly parted lips. He nearly came at the feeling of your soft lips finally touching him there, so he quickly snapped many photos to look back on that day and jerk off to.

Today started out like any other day, Jonathan picking you up for school, you with your backpack and duffle bag since you’re spending the night at his house this weekend. School was boring as ever, and of course Jonathan, and you by extension, are made fun of. When the day comes to a close you pick up Will from AV club and drop him off at Mike’s because the party is having their own sleepover. When you finally get to the Byers’ house Joyce is already home from work and has you two watch a movie with her, much to Jonatha’s chagrin as he wanted to be alone with you.

You end up falling asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder some time during what you think is the third movie you three have watched. Jonathan wakes you when the movie ends, you stumble to his room and quickly change into your nightgown before flopping into his bed and immediately falling back to sleep. Or at least that’s what Jonathan thinks. Instead of falling back into a deep sleep- like you normally do- you merely doze off, and Jonathan doesn’t wait long enough to make sure you’re really asleep.

You wake up to the feeling of cold fingers running up the back of your thighs and towards your center. Your heart immediately starts to pound and you’re about to scream for Jonathan when you hear the familiar sound of his camera’s shutter. It’s Jonaathan who’s touching you like this in your sleep, he’s the one that’s slowly moving your underwear down your legs. You don’t know why you don’t react in that moment, maybe it’s shock, but Jonathan takes it as confirmation that you’re truly asleep.

The camera clicks in quick succession after that, and his fingers become more adventurous, running over your lips. You bite back a moan at the unfamiliar, but very pleasant, feeling. You feel yourself growing wet, a completely new sensation to you. Jonathan lets out a quiet moan behind you, snapping more pictures as he slides his fingers into your wet core. The new feeling forcing a moan out of you, Jonathan stills at the sound, but he doesn’t pull his finger out.

“(Y/N)?” he whispers quietly, hoping that you’ve just moaned in your sleep.

“J-jonathan, what are you doing?” you clench around his finger as you look back at him. Jonathan can’t help but capture one more photo, your confused look and his finger buried deep in you.

“N-nothing,” Jonathan stutters, quickly pulling his finger out of you, and you whine at the empty feeling. Jonathan’s life is flashing before his eyes, what would he do if you decided to never talk to him again? He’d probably die.

“Jonathan, tell me what you were doing,” you flip onto your back before settling into a criss-cross position, unknowingly giving Jonathan a straight shot to your glistening vagina. The view and the fact that you weren’t running away screaming gave him courage and a confidence he never possessed, not when you were awake at least.

“I was taking more photos to add to my collection,” he holds your gaze, hands reaching forward to rub the tops of your thighs.

“You have a collection?” you ask intrigued, you know you should be scared, but it’s Jonathan. You have nothing to be scared about. “Can I see?”

Jonathan is all too excited to show you, springing off his bed and grabbing his book from the back of his closet. You gasp when he hands you a stack of photos, at least fifty of them. You’re shocked that you don’t come across any of Nancy, now that you figure Steve must have been telling you the truth, but there are only photos of you. You in compromising positions, even ones when you’ve showered in his bathroom, how did he slip in without you noticing? But the one your eyes linger on is the photo of his dick pressed to your lips, white hot heat runs through your body and straight to your core.

“When did you take this one?” you ask, not tearing your eyes away from the photo, it’s like your entranced.

“Two weeks ago, it’s my favorite too,” he smiles at you, sitting down beside you and leaning against the headboard.

“Jonathan,” you murmur, closing your legs tight and rubbing your thighs together in hopes of some friction.

“You’re mine, (Y/N),” you should feel scared at how possessive he’s being. You should fight him as his hand pries your thighs apart before finding your wet core again.

“Will you take more photos of me like this? Without me knowing?” your legs fall open on their own, giving his hand more freedom.

“I can’t lie to you, I will,” his finger slides up and starts flicking your bud.

“I’m yours,” you moan, practically orgasming at the thought of all the compromising positions you’ll put yourself in just for him.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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You're Being Mean

Words: 987

Warnings: angst, probably poor writing but whatever

STRANGER THINGS Masterlist Main Masterlist

Based off of the line from Little Women "No. No Laurie. You're being mean. Stop it. Stop. I have been second to Jo my whole life. In everything. And I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I wont-I won't do it. I wont--not when I've spent my entire life loving you."

This is literally one of my favorite lines from Little Women. Especially because of how Amy says that Laurie is being mean. She doesn't say he isn't being fair or anything like that. She says he's being mean. Which, to me, holds more power than if she said something else

I kinda left it open for y'all to decide what happens next. But if you would want, I could write a part two for this.

Anywho, enjoy

Y/N Wheeler had known Jonathan Byers and his family her whole life. Her and Jonathan had met at the park when they were about 3. They had been best friends ever since. Wherever one was, there other was there too. They were practically tied at the hip. Everyone found it ironic as their younger brothers were the same. When Lonnie and Joyce were fighting, Jonathan and Will would show up at hers. When Will went missing, she helped in any way she could. Including helping him shop for a casket.

But that was also when her twin sister, Nancy, started to be his friend. All because, what? He had been the last person to see her friend Barb? She found it unfair. Unfair that he had been telling his mom that Will was dead and then Nancy says something about a possibility that he and Barb could be alive and he believes her. She found it all completely and totally unfair to Joyce.

But of course, the worst thing was that she knew he had had feelings for Nancy since they were in Middle School. And now he had his chance, a sliver of a chance, but he still was taking it.

And it hurt Y/N. Not only because she had feelings for her friend, herself. But because per usual, she was second best to Nancy. It always had been that way. In everything, Nancy was better than her at. The only thing that Y/N was better at her sister was, was Softball.

So then, after Will was found, Y/N felt slightly happy that Nancy went back to Steve. So now her sister couldn't make her second with the one person that had been there for her for years. Just as she had been there for him.

But of course, a year past and Steve and Nancy broke up. Jonathan comforted and helped her while Y/N was comforting and helping Steve and the children.

And then that was done. Now it was nearly 4 years later. They all had graduated High School. Nancy being the fucking Valedictorian and Y/N the Salutatorian. Now it was 4 years later. She no longer lived in Hawkins. She hadn't even been back since she left. It was been nearly 2 years since she had last seen Jonathan Byers and now here he was.

Jonathan Byers was standing in the photography store he was interning at for college credits.

Jonathan Byers was in New York City and asking her out.

Y/N shook her head at Jonathan as he spoke, "Please, Y/N."

"No."

"Y/N/N--"

"No. Jonathan. Stop it." She brushed hair out of her face, "Stop it. You-you're being mean. Just...just stop."

He looked at her helplessly, "How am I being mean?"

She shakily breathed, "I have been second to Nancy my whole life. In everything." She jabbed at his chest, "And I will not let myself be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her." She shook her head and walked past him, "I wont-I won't do it." She stuttered out, "I wont--not when I've spent my entire life loving you."

His voice was soft, "Y/N--"

"No, Jonathan. Please. Please just stop. Please just go back to Hawkins. I'm sorry that Nancy rejected you after we graduated. But please, that was 2 years ago. Please don't make me reopen that wound."

He softly took her hand, "But I was wrong. Chasing after her when you were right there in front of me."

She looked down, trying not to cry. Trying to not show any weakness. "Jonathan, just go home. Please. I'm practically begging you to do so."

"Do you really want me to?"

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Everything was telling her to bed him to stay. But she couldn't. "I love you, but...but yes. I do want you to leave. I want you to move on from me. From Nancy." She let out a shaky breath, "It's better if you do."

He nodded silently and walked to the door. His hand hovered over the nob for a moment before he turned back and walked over to her. And before she could even ask him anything. He kissed her. He smashed his own lips onto hers. And no matter how badly she knew she needed to pull away, she didn't. She allowed herself to melt into his kiss.

When he pulled away, he moved his hand up to wife away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. She looked at him helplessly. "Why did you do that, Jonathan?"

His hand had stayed resting on her cheek, "Because I love you. Truly do. I wasn't lying when I said I realized I should had never even tried to Nancy while you were there." He looked at her softly, "All that I'm asking for is one date. Anymore will be up to you. But please, just one date."

"I-I need time to think, Jonathan. Give me some time. How-how long are you in New York for?"

"Till next Wednesday. Here," He handed her a small piece of paper, "I'm staying there. And-and," He pointed to a number, "That's the room number."

She nodded and placed the small paper in her back pocket, "Okay. I'll give you my answer later."

He nodded and walked back to the door, "Even if you don't get back to me...I'm just happy that you're considering it."

She stayed silent as she watched him walking out. She stayed where she was until her boss yelled at her to get a move on. But for the rest of her shift, all she could think about was Jonathan and on if she was going to say yes or not.

And by the end of her day, she knew what her answer was. But she was just scared to tell him.

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Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: here we are, the last, but certainly not least, in my series of dating headcanons!! I hope you guys like it <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

Jonathan screams friends to lovers to me

I feel like you guys grow up living close to each other but you never really spoke until middle school and then you just clicked and were instant best friends

but in high school you both get a bit awkward around each other for some reason

well that reason is ofc bc you’ve both, unbeknownst to the other, started to develop feelings for each other

you’re still friends but there’s just this weird underlying tension, your stares lingering on each other’s faces longer than needed, palpable silences, looking at each other’s lips, etc.

it’s one of those funny things where literally everyone else can see it but you two

Argyle is always on Jonathan about just telling you, meanwhile Nancy and Robin are on your case about the same thing

so it finally happens when a big group of you are hanging out, like you, Jonathan, Robin, Nancy, Argyle, Steve and Eddie, but they’ve secretly planned to bail out and leave you and Jonathan locked alone together

the two of you sit in awkward silence for a while before Jonathan eventually launches into a fast ramble about how he’s really sorry for how awkward everything is and he’s sorry your friendship has gone a bit weird and he just rambles on and on about how much he actually likes you but he just keeps apologising at the same time

so eventually you just have to shut him up by kissing him

now the two of you have admitted your feelings for each other things are still a little bit awkward to begin with and it takes a while for the two of you to settle properly into your relationship

your relationship starts off very slow, and he’s reluctant to take things too far too quickly bc he cares about you so much

but once you guys are in deep he’s so devoted and loving, like Jonathan's the type to frequently remind you how he feels about you and is always saying ‘I love you’

you’d be his muse and his model for his photography

going on lil road trips together to find cool and interesting places for him to photograph

and again you get to model at all these cool and unique places that the two of you find

Jonathan is the absolute best gift-giver when it comes to your birthdays or anniversaries, he always gives you a photo-album but he makes them all different, like themed albums basically

so for your birthday one year you get an album that’s dedicated to you and Jonathan and the places you’ve travelled together, and the whole album is like a map of your journeys together

but your anniversary one is pictures he’s taken as your relationship has progressed, so it starts with pictures of the two of you hanging out as friends, the rest of the group there in the pictures too, then there’s the first picture he ever took of you alone, the first picture he took of you once you became a couple, the first of one of just the two of you together, your first date, your second date, etc., and this album just reads like a map of your relationship together and it’s just the cutest thing

even the pictures that he doesn’t give to you as a gift he still keeps them neatly organised in albums of his own

like Eddie has a collection of Polaroids of his lover but they’re all messily strewn about in a box under his bed (see my dating Eddie headcanons here)

but Jonathan keeps all of his pictures organised, so when he has the urge to look up a certain picture of you or a certain moment, he knows exactly where to find it

Joyce absolutely adores you and she basically becomes like another mother / bestie to you, like you’ll hang out just with Joyce even if Jonathan’s not even there

Jonathan and the Byers in general become like a safe-haven to you for when things are shitty at home and you need to get away

being friends with Will, basically like another sibling to him, and almost becoming like a safe space for him to turn to

he’ll always give you his coat even if it’s freezing outside, your comfort is always this boy’s no.1 priority

Jonathan is a very loving and sweet boyfriend, like he’s always doting on you, and sometimes it can get a bit intense / annoying but you know it’s just of how much he loves you

pet-names: (for you) my love, my angel, sweetheart, darling, dove

pet-names: (for him) J, babe, babyboy, my love

NSFW

Jonathan is a mostly a service sub and I won’t be told otherwise

he lives to pleasure you, looking up at you with those puppy-dog eyes

and since he loves to be a giver you just know he’s so good at it, like this boy knows exactly how to make you cum with his fingers and his tongue, he’s just very in tune with your body

has a praise kink and needs reassurance, likes to be told he’s doing a good job / is making you feel good

he’s constantly checking in with you during sex to make sure you’re still doing okay and are comfortable etc.

you honestly have to coax his dom side out of him when you want it bc it’s a rare occasion

usually his dom side comes out when you’ve had some kind of argument and he just kinda snaps all of a sudden and then uses you to fuck out his frustrations

sometimes you can coax him into dom mode without actually having to piss him off, but in this case then he’s a very soft dom

you have to really urge him to be a bit more rough with you if that’s what you want, like he’s terrified of hurting of you and it takes a lot of persuasion for him to get the idea that it’s okay bc you like it

like he’ll almost have a melt down the first time he sees a bruise on your body from where he’s touched you

but you just think it’s so hot that you jump him and fuck him right there and then to prove it

Jonathan’s favourite positions are any where he gets to see your face bc he likes gauging your reaction to make sure you’re feeling good

also he likes to kiss you a lot whilst you fuck as well

he’s not massively into using toys but will if you want to bc this boy will literally do anything for you

he loves it when you tie him up and tease the hell out of him, like the whines that leave this boy’s mouth? you didn’t think he was capable of making such sounds

and that’s only bc I think Jonathan is usually very quiet during sex, until you take over and then yeah he’s a whining mess

he likes to take pictures of you of course, but they’re always really tasteful and beautiful, they’re not dirty and filthy the way Eddie takes pictures of his lover

Jonathan provides the most amazing aftercare! he’ll pretty much wait on you hand and foot and won’t rest until he’s completely satisfied that you’ve been properly taken care of

he’ll run you a bath, put some bath salts in, even give you a lil massage if the session was quite intense, fetch you food, maybe some tea, whatever you wanted really

he is the best snuggler, he will spoon you and rest his head on your back, just between your shoulder blades, placing soft kisses to your skin until the two of you fall asleep

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

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