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sheisjoeschateau · 2 months

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"...at the Chateau, we'll be alright."

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional inpso from Joe's college theater performance as in Spring Awakening.

Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst, angst, angst. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Hurt/comfort. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.

Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France. This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate. He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.

Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good. Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise. A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer. The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality. Yet.

Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants. Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical. A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet. Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.

Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.

But here, together at the chateau, you'll be alright.

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[excerpt from the story]

There was something about the way you twirled in your sundress that reminded Steve of the bible.

He wasn't religious, nor did he think any god truly loved or believed in him. But here, watching you exist in your garden of eden at the Chateau, the good book almost seemed real.

You resembled something otherworldly. Heavenly, sent straight from above. Innocent, yet wise. Kind, yet strong. Powerful and delicate at the same time. Your laugh was soft, feminine and pure. Your spirit was whole. Your smile blinded him with joy. Your beauty was divine, angelic and overwhelming. You were too much…and yet, you could never be enough.

But that wasn’t because you yourself weren’t enough. No, rather it was because Steve would never be able to get enough of you. He could never be close enough. He could never be near you enough. He could never tell you enough words that would accurately describe the way that you made him feel.

The word ‘enough’ simply did not apply when it boiled down to you.

And yet, as Steve swept you up into his arms — discarding his books and his education down onto the lawn, much more driven to study you — holding you felt like that was all that he would ever need for his life to be considered enough. The feeling of your waist in his grasp, his strong arms circling your petite torso as your hair flew in the wind of the circle he spun you in, felt like a tornado. A cyclone, sweeping you both off your feet so that it could take you far away from everything and everyone. You were this fragile flower in his hands, yet unbreakable. Real, but too good to be true. A true story, but a fairytale of the mind.

Jonathan saw you this way — but from a more niche, almost platonic point of view. It was just as codependent, yet approached with more independence and the ability to exist on his own two feet. He’d do whatever it took to keep you, no matter what the hell that took. And he knew that to some degree, a pretty scary degree, that he needed you too. But he was content with the need. Satisfied, at peace. Completely grounded, secure. Unlike Steve, who smiled out of fear and loved with his whole heart on the line. Because Byers knew how to be alone. He knew how to rely on himself, fill his own cup even when it was empty — which was all the time. Byers was the epitome of “I walk alone.” The human embodiment of solitude. He preferred your company, your grace and your presence. It made him better, and stronger — because he’d known prior how to operate without it.

Harrington didn’t. Harrington needed someone, all the time. As an only child, the loneliness had suffocated him in his big house with no parents. He’d had no one to shush the nightmares away, no one to hold him whenever the monsters felt near. No one to run to and trust with any secret that he had. No true friend who would listen to his most intrusive thoughts without casting him away. No girl that wanted him in the ways that he so desperately sought to be loved, not just lusted after. Until you came along, sheltering him from all his deepest and darkest fears, childhood traumas and the ever-looming possibility of rejection. He had been a threat to himself, and you put that threat to rest with just a soft brush of your lips against his knuckles and the touch of your tender hands.

Whereas with Byers, you made him feel seen but not disturbed. You allowed him to be present without needing to overcompensate. You granted him refuge, earning his trust with your actions instead of your words. He didn’t need your touch to calm him. Rather, he felt steadied by just knowing that you were here. You knew that touch was never a friend to Jonathan, which is why you never pushed yourself in. Instead, he found himself drawn to you. He didn’t recoil at the physical contact made between the two of you. A hug, a warm embrace that lingered just an extra second or two. A gentle squeeze of a hand as you shot him a wistful smile. The most feather-like of kisses pressed to his cheek to say hello, good morning, good evening or goodnight. It felt…nurturing. Assuring, fostering.

Out on the outstretched lawn in front of the Chateau, acreage upon acreage, Jonathan watched your hair gleam underneath the golden glow of the setting sun. He let the Marlboro in his mouth dangle between his teeth, the curriculum resting upon his lap as the scent of nicotine and fresh air filled his senses. The mixture of it was perfect for the scene laid out before him: Steve spinning you around, his white collared shirt unbuttoned just enough to wear his tie swung in the breeze as he continued swirling you around like a princess. And when he’d placed you back onto your feet, he peppered every single inch of your face with an obscene amount of stolen kisses as you giggled like the darling that you so effortlessly are. Jonathan felt his lips tug upwards at the corner, unable to help himself when it came to the two of you. His shoulder angel and shoulder devil.

He turned the page of his literature books, revealing his unfinished letter that he’d begun writing at lunch in response to his mother. Joyce had written to him, asking him to tell her everything about the summer. How was it in France? What was it like? Were the hosts kind, was he being polite towards them? What about you? Were the two of you getting along, as well as the other student?

Jonathan glanced up from his scribbled cursive, back at the two of you. Steve was cupping your cheek, placing a flower in your hair with his free hand before moving to cup your other cheek so that he was cradling your face. His perfect, sharp nose nuzzled to the tip of yours sweetly. Jonathan felt his heart swell as the two of you turned to look at him with pure love. Your arms stretched out towards him, along with Steve’s, beckoning him. Come play with us. He grinned at you both wholeheartedly, holding up a hand — which you both knew meant he would, just a little longer. You’d all learned each others’ love languages by now, along with how to communicate through gestures and expressions. Body language was all of your specialty, in a multitude of ways that no one else could ever possibly understand. Jonathan didn’t mind that. It was only meant for the three of you.

Flicking his cigarette, he glanced back down at the incomplete letter he was ready to finish writing for his mother. He took his pen, letting the ink spill onto the parchment. He'd already written down things earlier, telling her that your parents had taken them in as their own. He wrote about how much your father made him adore his studies in ways he never had before, and how he'd been inspired to help Steve study alongside him as an assistant tutor of sorts. He wrote to her about an Aperol spritz had somehow become the drink of the summer, using fresh citrus from the gardens of your estate, and how it made uncharacteristically sappy. How you and Steve made him that way too, even without the poison coursing through his veins.

Something about them makes me feel like I can, Mom. I keep asking myself if this all just a dream. Or maybe, it’s the past? Not sure. Either way, just thought I’d ask. Not because I am seeking the answer, from you or the universe. Rather, I’m simply existing and letting it all just happen. C’est la vie. I know…so very French. Perhaps I'm running a fever. A lovesick sort of fever.

Jonathan grinned down at his writing with wry amusement at himself. At his life.

He turned over his shoulder, glancing back at the majestic chateau behind him. Chateau Chalamet. Your childhood home. His new home, as of that summer…which was dwindling away, day by day. Every day that passed meant that he had less time. All of you were losing time. He sighed, resuming his writing.

I’ll turn back the time whenever this all ends. In my mind, this will always be a home away from home. Which is something I never thought I would say. I’m not really sure what my future holds. But it doesn’t really concern me at the moment. Now right now. Right now, I'm at the chateau and I feel alright. Love, Jonathan

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Love Me For Me

Based on a prompt by @mysticcrownshipper. I hope this meets your expectations! Please leave your thoughts in the comments and if you have any other prompt ideas, send them my way!

~*~*~*~

Steve was having a great time. It was a warm summer day, all of the kids were having a great time in the pool, and there was a strong chance that he would get to see Eddie shirtless today. It was a great day, indeed. It had been weeks since the entire Party could get together and have fun. After everything that happened over Spring Break, having to recover from their injuries in the hospital, and clear Eddie’s name with the cops and the town, they deserved to let loose for a while.

It was different for Steve though. This was his house and he was hosting so it was less about having fun himself and more about making everything amazing for the rest of the Party. Not to mention, he did not want to show off all of his horrific scarring in a swimsuit, thank you very much.

So when Mike makes a comment about being thirsty, Steve is springing up off his lounge chair to get him a drink from the kitchen, maybe a little snack for the rest of the kids. He grabs a handful of juice boxes and some bags of chips. He considered making sandwiches as well but decided that he’d hold off on that until Robin and Eddie got there.

When he went to step back outside, he could hear the muffled talking of the kids and stopped for a second. It sounded like they were talking about him.

“Mike, why do you keep telling him to do things? He’s already letting us use his pool, go get your own damn juice box. He’s not your maid,” Max hissed.

“Well why else would we need to keep him around?” Mike asked her.

“What are you talking about?” Dustin wondered.

“I mean, come on! What does Steve bring to the table besides being rich? He has a pool and a big house and he gives us food. That’s it!” Mike raised his voice to further emphasize his point. It only made it easier for Steve to hear every heartbreaking word.

“He gives us rides too when we need them,” Will added in Steve’s defense.

“Hey, Steve is our friend! Do not be mean to him,” El demanded.

“El, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m just saying that if he’s our friend because he’s rich. We wouldn’t like him if he wasn’t because what could he give us then? Smart ideas, good conversation, funny jokes? Don’t kid yourself,” Mike patronized.

“Hey, he’s our friend because he protected us from the Upside Down!” Dustin squealed in righteous anger.

“Okay, so he’s good at getting his ass kicked and being rich, that’s still it though,” Mike rebutted. No one said anything to that in response.

The silence of the other kids was heartbreaking. Steve thought that these kids loved him like he loved them, like the little annoying brothers and sisters that he never had. But to hear that they just kept him around for material reasons and not what he could provide characteristically? They were just like Tommy, Carol, and all of his other old friends that just used him instead of liking him. And finding out about it sucked.

Steve turned around and went back into the kitchen. He laid his head on the counter on folded arms. It was fine. No one ever truly liked him for him so what did it matter? He’d always known that the kids felt that way, of course they would. But why did hearing it from them hurt so much? In the midst of his breakdown, he didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps moving towards the kitchen. In his defense, though, he really wasn’t paying much attention to anything outside his thoughts.

“Steve? Are you okay?” He heard Eddie’s voice before he felt his hand settle to rest between his shoulder blades.

His head shot up from the counter to find both Robin and Eddie looking at him in concern. It sent him over the edge and he lunged at Eddie, wrapping his arms around his torso and shoving his face into the crook of his neck.

“Woah Stevie, are you okay?” Eddie asked him whilst he hugged him in return. “C’mon Big Boy, talk to me. What happened?”

“The kids said they only like me because I have money. ’Cause I have a pool and a car, not because I’m a good person to be around or the fact that I’ve literally put my life on the line for them. It just hurts, they’re just like everyone else.” Steve was proud of himself for speaking without any tears escaping. If he started crying about this, he’d never be able to stop.

“Steve, I’m sorry they said that. They’re just kids, I’m sure they didn’t mean what they said and maybe you heard it out of context! It is cool that their friend has a pool they can swim in and drives them all around town in his cool car. It’s not a bad thing, Steve. I mean, hell, we all take advantage of it. That’s why we keep you around!” Robin said jokingly.

But Steve didn’t take it as a joke. His best friend only kept him around for that too? What about their girl talks and the sleepovers when either one of them had nightmares about being tortured by Russian spies? Did it all mean nothing to her?”

“C’mon Stevie, let’s head back out there. We’re here to have fun, okay? Don’t worry about this, I’m sure you’re thinking that it’s worse than it actually is.” Eddie patted his shoulder and stepped back from his hug, grabbing a Hi-C juice box in his retreat.

Oh my god, they all thought that! Steve had never felt as betrayed and hurt as he did in that very moment. Here he was thinking that he had finally found a family that wanted him but they were just like everyone else. His parents only had him in the first place because society told them to and they only kept him around to show off until he became too much of a disappointment to do so. Tommy and Carol only kept him around for the status that came with befriending the rich boy with rich parents and a big house that always felt too lonely. His teammates on the basketball and swim teams only kept him around for his athletic ability and as soon as the concussions got too severe to play organized sports, they dropped him like a brick.

The Party that he thought was his family was just like everyone else that came before, were just using him to get to an end goal and then were going to drop him just as everyone had before. But at least it was good while it lasted, he guessed. He shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts and pasted a deceitfully fake smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure they didn’t mean it. I’m just overreacting like always. It’s fine, let’s get back out there,” he muttered.

Both Eddie and Robin nodded enthusiastically and started piling their arms up with drinks and snacks. Steve was distracted the rest of the day deliberating the words of the Party. He was so contemplative that he didn’t check Eddie out when he took his shirt off, didn’t notice when El and Will looked at him in concern, and didn’t care when the kids splashed him with water. He just couldn’t fake it as well as he usually could today so he didn’t even try. It’s not like anyone noticed anyways.

~*~*~*~

After a couple of days, Steve was still ignoring the issue. That was his go-to strategy for anything he didn’t want to deal with and it hadn’t failed him yet. It worked when his parents were home and he had to ignore the startling lack of love from either of them. It never failed him when he received a poor score on a test that told him he wouldn’t be going to college or when he couldn’t read the swimming words written on the board when the teacher asked him to. It worked for a while when he ignored the distance growing between him and Nancy after she accused him of murdering Barb.

The point was, he was good at ignoring problems and pretending to be fine when his entire worldview was falling apart. It was fine. Or it was until he ran into Hopper a few days later.

He was just trying to return some Tupperware containers to Joyce, he didn’t want to have a full on conversation with his pseudo-dad or share a cigarette with him when he was trying to quit. Yet here he was, sitting on the stoop of the porch with a cigarette in hand trying to ignore the prying eyes of Hopper.

“What’s going on, Harrington? You missed family dinner yesterday and you didn’t call or anything. We were worried about you, kid.”

Steve’s eyes watered slightly so he pinched his nose to stop the tears. “Um yeah, I wasn’t really feeling it yesterday. Sorry.”

“What’s going on with you? We’re trying to be a family to you kid but you keep pushing us away.” Hopper sounded hurt at the thought and it only served to make Steve feel more guilty.

“I’m sorry, Hop. The kids said something that messed me up a few days ago, I’ll get over it.”

“You better,” Hopper grumbled before taking another drag from his cigarette.

They sat in silence for a moment before Steve asked him a question he thought he needed to know. Looking back, he shouldn’t have. “Hop, why are you guys so intent on treating me like family? Why me?”

He sighed and scratched his beard before answering. “I feel bad for you, kid. You’re all alone in that big house, your parents don’t come home, and you don't really have anything going for you. You work a dead-end job and you don’t have a future to look forward to. Steve, you just seem lost and I have a habit of taking the lost ones in.”

Steve nodded at him and they quietly went back to their cigarettes without sharing any more words. Hop only brought him in because he pitied him. He didn’t love him like a son as Steve had always thought, he felt bad for him and wanted to give him something to look forward to because Steve was too much of a loser to have a life that could mean anything.

He held it together long enough to finish his cigarette, numbingly agree to attend Family Game Night in a few days, and drive to his brother’s house. The tears stayed in until Phil answered the door to his house and upon seeing the crumbling of Steve’s carefully crafted facade, pulled him into a hug. The sobs spilled out of him after that with such force that Phil’s whispered comforts and confused reassurances couldn’t be heard.

They must have stayed in that embrace for upwards of five minutes, just standing in the open doorway, experiencing a strong déjà vu. Steve hadn’t cried this hard since the brutal screaming match between his parents and brother that resulted in Phil being disowned. Phil had held him then too, promising that he would always love him and that he would be around as much as he could be.

The parallel left both of them unsettled so Phil pulled him into the house and to the comfy living room couch he knew Steve loved. He sat on his knees in front of Steve and tried to make eye contact through Steve’s messy hair. “Hey Steve-o, you’re making me nervous, kid. What’s going on?”

“Why am I never enough for anyone?! You left, mom and dad left, Tommy and Carol didn’t fight to stay, Nancy cheated on me because I wasn’t enough, the kids are only using me for my pool, and Hop pities me because I’m an idiot. Why can’t anyone ever just love me for me?” Steve wailed.

Phil’s eyebrows scrunched further in concern, “Steve, what the hell? I’m sure that’s not true-”

“You too?! You’re seriously going to tell me they’re right like Eddie and Robin did? No one ever sticks around for me! They just want the shit I can give them because ‘I’m rich and lonely’ and I’m fucking sick of it!” He yelled at him.

“Steve, I’m not saying they’re right. I’m saying you’re wrong because I didn’t leave. I’m right here and I love you for you. You’re my bratty little brother who gets into weird situations he refuses to explain and hangs out with a bunch of children, a drug dealer, and my boss. You’re weird as hell sometimes but I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

“I’m just sick of being used, Philly. For looks or popularity or pool privileges. I just want them to love me.”

“Hey, I’m sure they do. Kids are weird, I was certain you hated me for years when you were a teenager. Kids do that and I’m sure your other friends were just confused,” Phil tried to comfort.

Steve just sighed and ran a weary hand through his hair. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of heartache, betrayal, and exhaustion. All Steve wanted to do was get away from it all and recoup in a place he didn’t feel suffocated. Then an idea sparked in his head.

“Hey, do you still have your dad’s old cabin up north?”

“Um yeah, I go up there sometimes on my days off. Why?” Phil asked, a knowing glint in his eyes telling Steve that he already knew.

“Can I hang out there for a few days? I just want to get away from all of this.”

Phil observed him for a few minutes before nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine. You can head up today and I’ll meet you up there this weekend after my shifts. You gonna be okay on your own?”

Steve just rolled his eyes at him, “of course I will be. Who do you take me for?”

“The kid that’s gotten four concussions in the past three years from nefarious, unknown causes,” he said completely deadpan.

“Okay, that’s not fair. How do you know it’s nefarious if you don’t know the reason?”

Phil’s mustache twitched in the way it always did when he was about to start ranting. “You-” he took a deep, calming breath and started again. “I don’t want to argue with you right now. I’m going to go get the keys and write you some directions. Just chill here for now or whatever.”

Sure, his life might be spinning out of control and his friends might only be using him to reap the benefits that come with being a neglected rich kid but at least he had his brother. With another comforting hug, Phil gave him the keys and a note, some cash for snacks on the drive, and Steve was on his way. He had the chance for a few days away and he was going to take the time to relax and ponder on his self-worth.

When Phil finished his shifts and could pull himself away from his work, he’d head up to the cabin for some much needed Bro Time. They’d talk about things, drink some beers on the bank of the lake, and make s’mores over a campfire like they used to before life got too complicated for them both. Most of all though, they’d spend time together. It would be Phil and Steve against the world like it always has been.

~*~*~*~

It wasn’t one of the kids that noticed Steve’s abrupt disappearance. The kids, Eddie, and Robin hadn’t reached out to Steve since that disastrous pool party. No, it was Nancy that started putting the pieces together.

When Mike asked her for a ride to the arcade, her hackles raised. “Why do you and your friends need a ride from me? Isn’t that usually Steve’s job?”

“Yes,” he sneered at her. “But Steve didn’t pick up Dustin’s phone call or answer the walkie when he said it was a code red. So we need you to give us a ride. Please.”

Nancy was so confused at Steve’s lack of reply that she didn’t even ask any more questions. She just picked up her purse and told Mike to go get in the car.

Why wouldn’t Steve answer a code red? Out of all of the adults, Steve was the most hypervigilant and high-strung about the walkies. If he’d heard a code red, he would’ve answered.

She had a bad feeling about this so once she picked up all of Mike’s annoying friends and dropped them at the arcade, she went to Family Video to talk to Robin.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I- oh hi Nance! What’s up?” She asked excitedly.

“Hey, have you heard from Steve recently? The kids couldn’t get a hold of him. Has he talked to you today?” Nancy asked her.

Robin looked perplexed. “He wasn’t home? He called Keith today and told him that he was feeling sick and couldn’t work this weekend. I thought he might be fighting off a migraine or something. Whenever that happens, he holes up in his room in the dark for a few days until it wears off. Where else could he be?”

“I don’t know but I have a bad feeling. When was the last time you saw him?”

“Um, at the pool party he threw on Monday. He said he invited you but you were busy,” he had indeed. Nancy had been touched at the invite but ultimately already had plans with Jonathan. “He said the kids said something that hurt his feelings but Eddie and I thought he was overexaggerating. But you know, he was kind of distant the rest of the night. He was there but not really… you know?”

A picture was starting to form for Nancy. But they couldn’t do anything but worry about Steve. If he wanted to lay low for a while without being pressured by the friends that hurt him, then Nancy wasn’t going to be the one to ruin that. When he got back, she would show him that she cared and hopefully that would be enough.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sure he’s fine. I have to go but I’ll see you later!” Hopefully too much damage hadn’t already been done.

~*~*~*~

The next people to notice were perhaps the most surprising. The Corroded Coffin boys were talking to Eddie before practice in Gareth’s garage when Jeff peered behind his shoulder.

“Hey man, where’s Steve? Did you two have a fight or something?” He asked him.

Eddie just looked at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Jeff returned his look looking just as puzzled. “Steve? I saw him at the grocery store on Monday and invited him to watch us practice. The dude wouldn’t stop raving about your guitar skills so I told him to come see them in person. Did you piss him off or something?”

“Why would you invite him to practice though? You guys don’t even like him.”

“Woah hey, that’s not true! He helped my mom fix her tire like two weeks ago when we were stranded on the side of the road so I love the guy,” Gareth said. “And he completely blasted Andy’s reputation when he was picking on Grant at the arcade last week. Harrington’s a cool dude now.”

Eddie just looked at them in utter bewilderment. What the hell? “Why haven’t you guys told me any of this?”

He was taking a sip of his Mountain Dew when Jeff answered. “Uh, we thought he would tell you. You guys are dating, right?”

Eddie spit his Mountain Dew all over Grant’s drum kit and started choking.

“Dude, what the hell?!”

“Wh-why do you think we’re dating? We’re not and even if I was interested in him, which I’m not, Steve is straight!” Eddie sputtered.

All three of his bandmates looked at him unimpressed. Grant was still fuming at his sullied drum kit, Gareth was over Eddie being an idiot, and precious Jeff looked like he was a hair’s width away from losing his patience.

“Eddie, he is not straight. He’s been flirting with you for months and even told me that he was looking forward to the pool party to see you shirtless. He’s interested,” Jeff said with a sigh that told Eddie he thought he was being a dumbass.

Eddie just stared at them though. “There’s no way. I haven’t even talked to him since that pool party and I’m certain I would’ve noticed him checking me out. There’s no way.”

“Dude, you’re oblivious,” Gareth grumbled.

“He hasn’t reached out or anything in days! That’s not good crushing etiquette!” Eddie stammered.

“Did something happen at the pool party then? How did you fuck this up?” Grant accused.

“I didn’t fuck anything up! He was sad about something the kids said so I comforted him and then we went swimming. Steve never even got in the pool and he didn’t check me out at all. You guys are crazy.”

“That means whatever you said fucked it up! Nice going, dumbass,” Gareth told him.

“Okay, go fix this with Steve. We’ll move practice to Sunday and we want to hear all about how you fixed this. Maybe give him chocolate or flowers-”

“Steve’s allergic to flowers,” Eddie cut him off.

“And prove that you’re sorry and want to date him. Maybe take your shirt off since he didn’t see it in the pool. Just go,” Jeff ordered.

Without another word, Eddie took off. He drove past Steve’s house first but his car wasn’t in the driveway. He drove around Family Video next but still didn’t see the maroon Beemer. Where was this guy? He didn’t see him anywhere.

What he did see on his drive was a police cruiser with a glaring Officer Callahan inside. Eddie had to do a double take to confirm that he was glaring at him. What the fuck, he was driving the speed limit like any other law-abiding citizen, the glare was completely unfounded.

Disheartened at the lack of Steve and confused at the officer’s ire, Eddie went home. He slammed the trailer door open and stalked into the kitchen to get a beer. He didn’t know why Steve was upset or why he was hiding from Eddie of all people but it hurt. It made Eddie angry in turn.

Wayne appeared behind him with an observing look in his eyes. “Eds, I haven’t seen ya this crabby for weeks. Maybe call that Harrington boy over, he always makes you happy.”

Wayne’s words were supposed to make Eddie laugh, maybe argue with him a little bit, anything to get rid of the hostile blankness on his face. What they ended up doing though was causing a panic attack.

Eddie’s breaths started coming in in pants and tears started leaking from his eyes. Wayne thought they were dating too? How oblivious had he been that he hadn’t realized Steve was interested? And how did he fuck it up when he didn’t even know?!

Wayne was far too used to Eddie’s panic attacks. He didn’t ask any questions or question why what he said had caused a reaction. He just collected Eddie into his arms and rocked him like he was a scared kid instead of a traumatized 21 year old.

“Calm down, Eds. Yer okay, everything’s okay. I’m here for you, Uncle Wayne is here. You just needta calm down a little bit. Keep breathing, kiddo. It’s alright.”

After a few minutes and many comforting repetitions on Wayne’s part. Eddie buried his face into Wayne’s shoulder and cried. He knew distantly that their position on the kitchen floor couldn’t be good for Wayne’s back and aching joints but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Steve is gone! I looked everywhere for him but I couldn't find him! I fucked it up, I don’t know how but I did and now he’s gone!” He cried pitifully.

“Hey, I’m sure it ain’t because of you and I know he’ll be back. Whatever happened, you can talk it out with him in a couple of days. Just relax.”

He was right, as usual. Steve would come back eventually and when he did, there would be plenty of groveling and apologies. Eddie would make sure Steve knew how sorry he was at whatever he did and would make the kids and Robin apologize for good measure. He would fix this and Steve would never feel the need to escape ever again.

(Meanwhile, Steve is at the cabin having the time of his life, drinking ice cold beers by the lake and watching some deer chilling in the distance. He has no idea that his leaving made a mark but he was sure going to find out in a few days when he gets back.)

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edb954 · 11 months

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Imagine you being Will’s and Jonathan’s Sister:

and Vecna/Henry/001 takes a liking towards you..:

SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Also your Jonathan’s twin!

#henry creel x reader #stranger things #001 #001 x reader #henry creel #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #stranger things season 4 #yandere peter ballard #001 smut #yandere #possessive #jonathan byers #will byers #dark romance #Byers reader #story ideas #imagine ideas #write this please

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tcmreads · 1 year

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natalia dyer and charlie heaton

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pinkeoni · 10 months

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“I’ll always be here for you. No matter what. Cause I’m your brother. And I love you.” “And I’ll always be here for you, too.”

Yeah I need Jonathan and Will to get into nasty screaming argument next season.

#i want them to go to really dark places #like just bring up the worst thing they can think of #i do wish the worst for my favorite characters #will byers #jonathan byers #byers brothers #byler #<- target audience

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the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us · 9 months

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Me at 4:45 AM desperately trying to explain that because season 1 was the Stancy season, season 2 was the shift to Jancy season, season 3 was the Jancy season, and season 4 has stoncy undertones (this derails us into a whole other rant), season 5 will be the stonathan/stoncy season:

#You don't know how many times I terribly explained this theory to myself in the dark #just trying to connect them dots #maybe the logic was the friends we've made along the way #i don't know much i just know that they WILL end up together in some form trust #rem does stuff and panics #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jancy #stancy #stoncy #stonathan

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musicalchaos07 · 1 month

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Hi, hello I just noticed how hunched over he is so he can look her in the eye and I'm unwell about it.

#Like it truly is the little things #I know his posture is a wreck normally but this feels so intentional #like he also does it in the dark room in s1 soooo #do they ever just make you sob?#jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

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littlest-dark-age · 2 years

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Kinktober '22

Please check individual posts for specific warnings.

Day 1 : Fall out in the cold starlight { stalker!eddie sneaks into your house and touches you }

Day 2 : Osculum obscenum { priest!steve purges you of your demons }

Day 3 : Sanguine addiction { You find out about eddie's blood kink }

Day 4 : You let me desecrate you { jonathan carves his initials into you }

Day 5 : Heaven is a place on earth with you {worshiping stepdad james cock}

Day 6 : Caligula would have blushed { you make steve use a fleshlight instead of fucking him }

Day 7 : Crawl behind my eyes { jonathan wants to show you how fun candles can be }

Day 8 : Started talking about sin { hopper decides to smack some sense into you }

Day 9 : Every now and then the stars aline { eddie and steve secretly breed you while nancy and robin help }

Day 10 : I'm your national anthem { eddie worships his deity, you }

Day 11 : He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be { sirius introduces you to cockwarming }

Day 12 : Running in the shadows { hopper decides your punishment should be to watch him jerk off }

Day 13 : The innocent can never last { stepdad remus lets "uncle" james watch }

Day 14 : Will you bite the hand that feeds? { needy steve turns your halloween baking into kitchen sex }

Day 15 : Will nature make a man out of me yet? {Werewolf steve chasing after your little cottontail }

Day 16 : The devils in the next room { your sweet boyfriend eddie reveals himself as the towns deranged killer }

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jonathanssweatercollection · 11 months

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snuffly and distressed

#jonathanbyersedit #strangerthingsedit #joycebyersedit #jonathan byers #joyce byers #stranger things #my gif #my edit #mine #ns/fw #looking soooooooooooo respectfully #had to pastelify (which is a word) bc these scenes are so DARK duffers why do you actually hate me

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emblazons · 1 year

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"Just...just hold on. A little longer, Will."

Stranger Things 01E07 - The Bathtub timestamp roulette - 7 of 34 (for anon)

#jancy #elmike #el hopper #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #joyce byers #the party #this episode was so good. but DARK lmao #my gifs #st roulette #stranger things

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington

summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.

Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)

cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader

part one!

"come in,"

you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.

you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.

standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.

steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"

a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."

his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.

but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.

in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.

"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.

at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."

without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"

your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.

"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."

and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.

steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."

you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.

once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.

"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."

air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.

mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"

you don't acknowledge.

"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.

it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.

"told you to take every last drop, so do it."

it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.

"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.

"thank you, coach."

you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."

yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.

still of course, a little confused.

#perv!steve harrington #Perv!Steve #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #st4 #tw: innocence kink #eddie munson smut #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #sexy sport #dark!steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 1 year

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Jonathan has never kissed anyone, so when Steve and him start to date in his sophomore year, he freaks out. Kiss? How do I kiss?! Lips? Yes, lips...

He ends up just freezing up and Steve peppering his face with kisses. After weeks of soft and sprinkled kisses, Jonathan unfreezes and accidentally bites Steve's lip. Steve just kisses him more, to which Jonathan kisses him back.

And it's goes from sweet and fluffy kissing to harsh and rough, almost as if they'll die if they stop kissing each other. And when they do stop kissing each other, they lay on each other and trace each other's veins and joints. The anatomy of the other fascinates them and they love learning more about each other.

They spend hours listening to Jonathan's music in his room as they just sit there in silence. That's it. For the moments being, all they need is each other.

#wasn't planning on it going like this dont know where this came from #stranger things #stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers #its giving #dark acamedia #kind of #kissing #anatomy

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

A/N: Had fun writing this. It was camp, it was weird, it was unhinged and i love that for these characters. I love Nancy. This isn’t Nancy slander. Just want to play around with an evil side to these characters. Hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading.

Part 1 Here

Word Count: 6.6k+

Warnings: breaking into house, vandalism, some fluffy moments, loss of virginity (m), graphic language, yandere!reader, past nancy x reader, past jonathan x nancy, hint of ronance, past cheating (not by reader nor jonathan), hurt!reader, hurt!jonathan, mentions of child and domestic abuse, dark!nancy, everyone is insane, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected sex), if you squint mommy kink, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, slight degradation kink, hair pulling, choking, creampie, small anal play, cum eating, switch!jonathan, switch!reader, nipple play, passionate rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, finger sucking, biting, scratching, ‘papi’ kink, spit kink, corruption kink (even tho Jonathan and Reader are corrupt already)

You awoke before him, freshening up and dressing up in your cutest outfit so that when he awoke, he wouldn’t be able to take his hands off you. When you walked back into the room, Jonathan was still peacefully asleep. He looked so beautiful and innocent, you could watch him all day. So you attempt that very thought, climbing back in bed and staring at him.

He must’ve sense this because he tossed and turned a little before his eyes fluttered open.

Stretching and yawning, he blinks up at you. “Morning.” The sexy, raspiness of his voice upon waking up made you throb between your legs.

“Good morning, mi amor.” With your face hovering over his, you placed a kiss to his lips. His body jolts a little with surprise.

You pulled away, running your fingers through his hair.

“What’d you do that for?” He asks.

“Because I can. Now go freshen up. We’ll be hitting the road again soon.” You pecked his lips once more before releasing him.

Jonathan had a wonderful night’s sleep. After last night activities, he found himself sleeping like a baby after countless nights of restlessness. It felt good sharing the bed especially when he got to cuddle up against you. You were so warm and soft. He was beginning to genuinely like you and not for the company of your body or anything sexual but for all of you. As fucked up as you were.

He’s in the shower currently and his mind drifts off to the things you two had done. Your lips luscious and full. He couldn’t wait to feel them on his again. What he really anticipated, though, was finally getting to penetrate your tight cunt. The way you swallowed his fingers inside you last night convinced him that you would take his cock just as hungrily. You were absolutely drenched from his mouth tasting you and he’d only just gotten started. He already missed your sweet taste.

Blood rushes to his dick and he’s hard as a rock. His hand lowers to grope himself. He began to jack off at the thought of your hot pussy on his mouth again. Head thrown back, he tightens his fist around himself, imagining thrusting in and out of you. Biting his lips, he stifles the groans tumbling from them. Once he thought about the look on your face when you’d gush all over him, he came onto his hand, the other hand resting on the tile wall for support.

Then he’s breathing again. Unsteady, but breathing, nonetheless. He finishes up his shower and quickly dressed before you could decide to step in while he’s naked. Believing if that were to have happened, he knew he wouldn’t be leaving that bathroom a virgin.

He exits. You were on the bed, laying on your stomach. Your feet in the air, swinging alternatively back and forth. Head in his phone, you mindlessly scroll through his feed.

He sighs. “Why are you going through my phone? How’d you even get into it, anyway?”

“Easy. Your fingerprint was still smeared on the screen.” You say, nonchalantly, still scrolling through it.

“It’s an invasion of privacy.”

You laughed. “How ironic coming from the guy who took candid photos of me? Did you get to jerk off to them this morning?” You teased.

Crimson colors his cheeks. You take notice of this, smirking. “Ahhh. So, you did touch yourself,” You get on all fours, crawling over to him. There’s an innocence with a glint of danger in your eyes as you stare up at him. “What exactly did you jerk off to?”

“It’s just about enough of your business as what i do on my phone. I’d like it back. Please.” He’s stern. His hand extended out.

You rise up to kneel, handing him the phone with pouty look. “I have a right to know what you write about me, ya know. You don’t even depict me in the right light.”

“Well, good thing I’m the creative between the two of us. Because I think I’ve captured your essence to the T.” He begins to pack his things into his duffel bag.

“I am, too, creative. I got you to come with me, didn’t I? You’d never agreed to join me if I hadn’t asked my friend about popular manga in the 80s.”

“You mean to tell me you were lying? I should’ve known you weren’t a true fan. What poor sap did you flirt with to get that information?”

“It’s not fucking FBI levels of top secret. Anyone could Google that. And that ‘poor sap’ is my best friend, Robin. She knows manga.”

“She?”

“Yes, papi. This isn’t the stone ages. Women read, too.” You rolled your eyes then hopped off the bed, gathering your things into your bag, too.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. Girls can like anime and manga, too.”

“Now you’re learning.” You winked.

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Once you checked out, you were on the road again. Jonathan drove to the closest diner for breakfast. The place looked as if it were in the middle of nowhere.

When you were sat inside at a nice quiet booth in the back, your stomach began to rumble. “God, I’m so hungry. I can eat an entire cow. What are you ordering?

“Maybe the strawberry waffles. You?” Jonathan asks, eyes skimming through the menu.

“The french toast because it’s better than waffles.” You challenged.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes, it is. Let’s settle this,” You say, noticing the waitress coming your way. “‘Scuse me, hermosa. Which do you prefer french toast or waffles?”

“Definitely the waffles.” The waitress says.

“Told ya.” Jonathan smiles teasingly at you.

“A fan of waffles I see.” The waitress turns her attention on Jonathan, smiling brightly. He smiles nervously at her.

You feel your impatience heightening as she continued her banter about goddamn waffles with Jonathan. Now all of a sudden, he’s some charismatic ladies’ man. It took everything in you not to lash out and crack their skulls.

You swallowed hard. “So…” You nearly growled before putting on your sweet voice. “About ordering…When will we get to do that? Or will we start a podcast about breakfast foods?”

The waitress’s smile falls. “How can I help you?”

After your orders were taken, you seethed in your seat, arms crossed and avoiding Jonathan’s stare.

He sighs. “What’d I do this time?”

“You’re not that nice to me.”

“Oh, come on. You know that’s not true.”

You scoffed, ignoring him and looking out the window.

“Don’t be mad at me. Please.” He pleads.

“Why not? You were fine being mad at me the other day.”

“You’re still on about that?”

“Um, yeah.”

“I wasn’t that angry.”

“You were and it was specifically directed at me. All I know is…it wasn’t because I flirted with the professor. So what was it?”

“It was…because you got a higher grade on the final and it made me feel inferior.”

“Seriously?”

“Can you blame me, though? See my side of things for once. In my followers’ perspectives of you, you can’t be smarter than me.”

“Because I’m a girl?”

“Sorta. And maybe because I feel like you already have so much leverage over me. I just wanted some where I know I better at something than you. I get to be on top. Then, you come and take that shine from me. I’m sure you’ve seen the messages that I’d plan to blackmail you. Hell, you figured it out before you even read through my phone. You’ve ruined my every move against you.”

“We aren’t playing chess. I’m not your enemy here. I’m your lover,” You say the last part with a sultry tone. “My intentions are never to undermine you, papi. So, quit acting as if this is some dick measuring contest. If want your time to be on top, then fine—I can provide that for you. But you’re a bottom by nature. And me…Siempre estoy en la cima.”

He didn’t have to ask her what it meant based of her facial expression.

You continued. “Maybe to assert my dominance on you, I’ll make you cum right under this table. That way you can whimper and whine for the whole diner to hear including your darling waitress.”

“T-that won’t be necessary.” Jonathan says, taking a sip of his drink.

“You sure…papi.” You bring your boot up between his legs, pressing the heel lightly against his erection.

He stutters out a pained moan. “S-stop. Not here.”

The waitress comes in, serving up the food. You turn to her, “I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I such a cunt.”

You didn’t really care to apologize. You were only doing so, so she’d be present to hear Jonathan’s whimpers as you continued to roll your boot-covered foot over his hard length.

“Oh, no. I totally understand. I hope you didn’t think I was trying to flirt your boyfriend. I am truly respectful honest to god. As a libra, people usually say I’m quite flirty.” The waitress explains.

“No way! I’m a Leo! Our signs are so compatible.”

Jonathan could feel himself slowly coming undone. It shouldn’t feel this good to have you run your foot over that spot but it did. The mix of pain and pleasure had begun to overwhelm him. His mouth flies open as he shuffles in his seat. He lets out a small, high-pitched cry and the waitress whips her head around to look at him.

Jonathan blushes, looking down shyly. The waitress leaves but not before shooting him a look of disgust. You smile at your lover boy and he looks back at you with an angered stare.

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*Jonathan’s POV*

Readers. We’ve finally reached our destination. Nothing about my hometown’s changed really. My mom and brother are anticipating my arrival. But I’m forced to put that all on pause to carry out Babydoll’s plan. All because of my stupidity and lust for pussy.

Fellas…this is a cautionary tale. Girls like Babydoll they lead with their looks and overwhelming sense of personality to get the things they want. I’ve humbled myself. I am a man. I’m not exempt from her temptations. Great men have fallen to the commands of a beautiful woman. Think of Adam and Eve. Eve tempted Adam to take a bite of the apple and it only led to shit for all of humanity.

I wonder what kind of shit I’ll end up in once I’ve taken a bite of the ‘forbidden fruit’.

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Jonathan was confused. Why had you given him the address to the Wheeler’s residence? He drove on autopilot, trying to figure out the situation before arrival. Maybe she’s an old friend of Nancy’s. Maybe she’s stopping by to say ‘hi’ and then we’ll go after her ex. But he was in denial, he knew exactly what these implications meant.

You both exit the parked car. You were nervous but it fueled your anger. Knocking on the door, you stood there with an angry pout. The door swings open and it’s Mrs. Wheeler. You quickly fixed your composure putting on your innocent act.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted with a smile.

“Y/N! Is that you? I haven’t seen you in over a year. Would you like to come in?”

“No, it’s fine. We don’t want to crowd you. Thank you for offering. Actually, I noticed Nancy’s car isn’t in the driveway. Is she not here?”

“She lives in her new home here. She moved down recently with her friend, Robin—”

“Robin?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh you’re familiar? Yeah, she…” Mrs. Wheeler’s voice trails off when she spots Jonathan standing on the bottom step behind you. “Oh my god. Jonathan? Good to see you. How are you? Nancy’ll be thrilled you’re in town.”

Jonathan cringes when he notices you stiffen at this fact. This was incredibly awkward.

“I can give the address to her home. She’s expressed to me about how much she misses the two of you. What are the odds you come here together in search for her?” She laughs, pulling out a paper and pen from her robe’s pocket and writing down the address. “There. She’s not too far from here.”

Oh, sweet Mrs. Wheeler, you hadn’t a clue what we have in store for your daughter.

Saying your goodbyes, you both head back to the car. Silence. Then, you two burst out a fumble of words at each other, simultaneously.

“You’ve dated Nancy Wheeler?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“Well maybe if you told me her name we could’ve had this extremely awkward conversation earlier. Wait, didn’t you say you dated her a year ago?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes.”

“That would mean she dated you around the time she was still dating me. You’re the reason she broke up with me.”

“No, I wasn’t. I dated her way longer which means she dated you during our relationship. That puta.” You muttered.

“Hold on. You were definitely the other woman of my relationship because you two weren’t public about it. Me and Nance were exclusive.”

“We weren’t public about it because my abuelita’s Catholic. But then we—fuck this is the part where I open up—But then we planned to out ourselves to our family’s. I’d tell my abuela that I’m bi and she’d tell her family she’s bi. But she didn’t. I did. And my abuela was not very welcoming. She still loves me but our relationship is strained. Meanwhile, I knew Nancy had found someone. She started acting differently around me. She cheated but I stayed, anyway, because I need love. And when I’m in love, I do stupid shit like staying in toxic relationships. Then, she promised me she’d cut all ties with them which I’m guessing was you. Only for her to break up with me not even a month after,” You clenched your fist. “I want her to hurt the way she hurt me.”

“Well, shit.” Jonathan scoffs, eyes leaving the road for a moment to look at you.

“Yeah,” You nodded before adding in a threatening tone. “I’m not crazy if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just hurt.”

“It’s okay to go a little mad, sometimes. We all do. I won’t judge.”

“So how did Nancy manage to fuck you up this bad? No way did her breaking up you lead you to a life of loserdom.”

“Gee, thanks.” Jonathan says, sarcastically.

“Sorry. I’d just like to know what went wrong. Is it because she didn’t give you any?”

“No. I just had my friends online who helped me see the truth about the nature of women. Women want men to dominate them. So that’s exactly what I tried to do. I said to her ‘I’ll give you an ultimatum it’s either remaining submissive to me or do whatever you want and remain single for life’.”

“Looks like she made the right choice. I can’t believe you let a couple of losers online scam you out of a girlfriend. And you question why I’m smarter than you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to undermine me.”

“Can’t help but to comment on something that unbelievably dumb.”

“You know what, let’s be silent for the rest of this trip. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.” He grumbles.

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m only being a bitch right now because she’s fucking my best friend.”

“You mean, Robin?”

“Yes.” You cried out. “And now I know that she’s dated you, too, it makes me even angrier. It’s like she knew I’d love you.”

“You love me?”

“I thought we’ve discussed this already. I’m clearly obsessed with you because I love you.”

“Why? I’m just some loser.”

“I just do. I don’t think you’re a loser. You’re fucked up, for sure, but you can be sweet, funny, intelligent. I’ve seen it when I watched you from afar. You don’t really hate women. You just hate yourself. I hate myself, too.”

Jonathan is speechless. He’d never heard someone see through him that way. He’d always hated how passive he was. He was passive when his father used to abuse him and his brothers having to witness his mother take the abuse. He hated himself for never standing up to him to this day. He hated women indirectly for witnessing his mother’s abuse.

“That’s it. The house.” You say, pointing at the blue and white house on the right. “Looks like her car’s not here either.” You exit the car and Jonathan follows after you.

“Okay, shouldn’t we wait in the car?” He asks.

“Nope.” Taking a decently sized rock you found on the ground, you threw it through one of the small glass panels of the door.

“What the fuck?” Jonathan exclaims, looking around for any witnesses.

“We’re going inside.” You say over your shoulder, putting your hand through the space to unlock the door. You pull it open, gesturing him to walk in first.

“This is breaking and entering. A crime!”

“Mi amor, the hell did you think we came down here for? To sing campfire songs? This is just the beginning.”

Jonathan squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing at his temple. You were in too deep. He enters the home and you follow behind, closing the door.

It was a decent place. Big, comfortable, very warm and inviting. Nothing like her. You notice a picture frame on the side table in the hallway. A photo of Robin and Nancy on the beach with wide smiles on their faces. You throw the frame on the floor, shattering the glass.

“Seriously? You’re gonna break more shit.” He shoots a disappointed look.

“It felt…therapeutic,” You smile mischievously at him before running into the kitchen and he runs after you. You take a china cup from the cupboard. “Looks expensive. Wanna break it?”

“No.”

“You’re boring,” You groaned, throwing the cup over your shoulder and he reacts quickly, catching it. When you hadn’t heard the glass shattering to the ground, you looked back. “Nice catch, papi. You sure you weren’t an athlete in another life.”

“Babydoll…You’re acting like a child. Stop.”

“No. I don’t want to stop.” You say, ironically sounding even more childish. Just as you were about to pick up a plate, Jonathan pushes you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

“I said, ‘stop’.” He growls.

You just blinked up at him with doe eyes. Then, your mouths collided. He releases your hands and you immediately grip the small of his back, forcing himself to grind into you. He lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist allowing his hardness to sink deeper against your core. You both moan into the kiss at the added pressure, feeling his swollen tip prodding you though his jeans.

You were biting each other’s lips and kissing wildly, surprised that you hadn’t drawn blood. Maybe not yet at least.

Jonathan rips himself away as if you’d burned him. He lets out a shuddery breath. “We can’t do this. They’ll be here any minute.”

“So what? They’ll be entertained by the show,” You sauntered over to him, pressing up against him and whispering, “We could christened her bedroom. I could make you feel so good. We wouldn’t have to go all the way either. I know you’re still not ready. But I just really need to taste you.”

Jonathan was torn. He wanted you bad. Real bad. But of course, that would mean letting go of the lifestyle he was embraced by when others shunned him from their circles. And yet, you, somehow made that seem so meaningless. When’s another chance I’ll get to be inside a girl this pretty?

“Yes.”

“Really?” You actually surprised.

He nods. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. If I’m being honest, I was always ready for you especially when after last night. I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Now what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna fuck you.” Jonathan says, almost out of breath.

You smirked. Not saying a word, you take his hand, leading him up the stairs.

—————

When you both made it up the stairs, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another. A second was a second too long. You’re making out and it’s feverish and sloppy. You enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavoring in his mouth.

You’re first to make move to strip off his clothes. Pulling off his shirt, you throw it to the ground and examined his frame. He was quite thin, not muscular but pale. A slightly hairy chest. He suddenly grew insecure under your stare. Then, he was pleasantly surprised. You were practically drooling, eyes dark with lust. You peppered wet kisses along his shoulders and down his chest, wanting to let him know that he’s beautiful.

He pulls your shirt over your head then slowly unclasps your lacy pink bra that contrasted so beautifully against your skin. Your breasts bounce once their released. Jonathan gulps at the sight. He wanted to taste each pebbled nub and make you feel good but for now you were taking things slow. He kneads your breasts, feeling the soft flesh in his hands, eyes shimmering with excitement.

You have one hand palming him through his pants while the other undid his belt on the front button. He thrusts into the palm of your hand, moaning softy. You lower his pants letting gravity take its course and it falls to the ground. Your met with his hard erection poking through the cloth of his boxers, allowing your imagination to run wild. He looked big for sure. Huge. And the fact that he shied away as if he didn’t know he’s got a big one, turned you on even more.

You fall to your knees before him, kissing, licking, biting his tummy while pulling down his boxers agonizingly slow until his cock sprung out of them.

He feels his heart soar at your reaction. You stared at it as if it were perfect. He didn’t have any thick veins. But Jonathan definitely had the girth. He wasn’t too long but it was just enough to hit the points of you that you needed. And the curve of his dick, only confirmed this.

You suck hard on the tip and lets out a strained cry, knees buckling. You pressed him up against the nearest wall and began your worship. You were swallowing him down as if life itself depended on it. Jonathan’s convinced that you’ll be the death of him by the end of this session.

You pull him out of your throat, jacking him with one hand and drool dripping from your chin down to your chest. “You taste so good, papi. I’m so addicted. I want you to take my throat like the fucking whore I am.”

“I might cum soon.” He warns, laughing nervously.

“That’s okay. Cum down mommy’s throat.” You scratch you nails over the ‘V’ of his hips.

“Ah, fuck.” He moans, feeling your mouth around him once again. You take his hands, tangling them into your hair. You were sure he’d figure things out for himself. His hips begin to rock back and forth, gently. The sound of your gagging urged him on.

Your eyes don’t leave his, a devious glint in them. He knew what that meant. You’d won the little game you two were playing. Jonathan never stood a chance against you. He was wrapped around your finger the moment you’d spoken to him at the food court. But losing felt so sweet.

Jonathan can feel himself approaching and you picked up on this as he continuously hit the back of your throat over and over. The thrusts are short to keep himself from leaving your mouth fully. You tugged and squeezed his testicles in one hand and he shouts his orgasm. His cum shoots down your throat. You moan at his taste filling your mouth. It was intoxicating enough that you closed your eyes to commit it to memory. He whimpers and shudders as you began to pull away, sucking him on the way up to his tip.

He couldn’t think or talk again until your mouth had finally left him. “Holy shit. I think I almost died.” He puts a hand over his heart.

You circle your tongue around your lips, collecting the remnants of his taste. “I love the taste of you. I can’t wait to have more.”

“Give me some time. Need to catch my breath.”

You take in the sight of him before you. His brown hair is messy, some hanging over his eyes. He stood completely naked in your presence. He looked almost fragile. You take him by the shoulder, pushing him onto the bed. You removed your skirt then your underwear, giving him a show.

“You look so fucking good, papi. Like dessert served for me to partake and indulge,” You lick up his stomach. “So glad you’re all mine. Can show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me? I want to see you do it as if I’m not here. Don’t hold back.”

Jonathan reluctantly takes his semi-hard cock into his hands. He winces at the sensitivity from cumming only moments ago but he didn’t wish to disappoint you. He begins to stoke himself slowly his eyes on you. You climbed on the bed, sitting on back on your knees.

You stick two of your fingers inside you, grinding into your hand. They weren’t as nearly as filling as his fingers from last night. Jonathan notices your pining for his hands bring his free hand up to your mouth. You sucked on his index and middle finger, swirling your tongue around like you would to his cock.

Your eyes focused on the hand around his cock increasing in speed at your ministrations on his fingers. You match his speed, circling your clit to match his pumping.

“Can I please be inside you?”

“Sure, baby.”

You take you drenched fingers from inside you, replacing his hand with yours, coating him in your slick.

“You want to be top?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer instead he pulls you down so you’re rested on your side, your ass pressed up against his erection.

“I wanna do it like this,” He whispers, softly in your ear. “I want full access to your body. It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled. Sex from the side felt so intimate. You half expected this to go down rough and hard but Jonathan wanted it slow and his wishes were your command.

You bend your top leg at the knee, bringing it up so he can get a better view of your core. He takes himself in his hands, sliding it back and forth between your slick folds before pausing at the entrance.

“Look at me.” He demands.

You glanced over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. He pushes in torturously slow, your mouths falling open at the same time.

“Oh, fuck. You’re sooo big.” You whimpered.

Your tight walls made the process of sinking into you even slower and Jonathan had grown impatient, gripping your hips, he pulls you down hard against him. He bottoms out inside you and you let of a cry so loud it bounced off the walls.

He does this a couple more times. Pulling out slowly before slamming deep within you, his hands sliding up from your hips to grope your breasts. Then, he begins his toe-curling pace.

He’s hitting deep within you with long, deep strokes. His face nuzzled into your neck. You bring a hand back to tug at his hair.

Your ass ripples with every powerful thrust. Jonathan looks down between you to catch this. You bring a hand to spread your cheek a little, allowing him to see his cock plunging deep within you.

He groans. “You’re making my dick all creamy, babydoll. Is it that good?”

As if on cue, the noises of his length sloshing around inside you increased in volume.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chant.

His hands are everywhere. One hand pinching and rubbing at your hardened peaks while the other wrapped around your neck gently squeezing. Then, he’d moved one between your legs to toy with your clit while the other one remained on your aroused nipples.

He takes your arm bringing it over his head and around his shoulders. “Need to taste.” He hastily says. Twisting your upper body enough, his mouth immediately latches onto your breasts. Flicking his fat tongue over that nipple while toying with your clit and fucking you silly. He looks up at you through his beautiful lashes, watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Jonathan…please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for but the pleasure was so overloaded that it made you delirious.

He feels you tightening around him. Not wanting this to end, he removes him fingers from your clit back to squeeze around your neck, biting down your nipple simultaneously.

“Oh god.” You mewled.

Jonathan grips your chin forcing your lips against his. Your tongues entangled in a dance as he slams into you. While the kiss grew grew in ferocity, his nails glide from your thighs up to your stomach, then he digs them into your sides.

When he breaks the kiss, a sting of saliva connecting mouths is present. You flick your tongue out teasingly, collecting into your mouth and breaking the connection.

“I want you on top.” You whined.

He wastes no time. Without pulling out of you, he lifts himself a little, rolling you onto your back. Your legs are bent over his own at first as he continues to pump into you from the side. Then, finally, he makes his way to be on top of you, moving one of your legs to the other side of him.

Now you were spread wide open, him kneeling and pumping deep. His hands gripped the back of your knees pulling you down against him. The sound of skin crashing into each other louder than ever. You propped yourself on you elbows to look up at him while also using the support to grind up to meet his thrusts. You were like a ragdoll in his hands. You’ve never seen him so in control before.

“I like this side of you, papi. Maybe you aren’t so vanilla.”

He hits hard against your cervix as retaliation, laughing when you cried out. “See? I can be top, too.”

You weren’t going to let him get away with it that easy. You were still the one in control. You jump him so that he’s now on his back. He’s surprised looking up at you like an innocent doe.

This new position allowed him to hit so deep within you that you felt him in your stomach. Your mission was to rock his world. So, the cheerleader in you kicks in, you’re in a split position now, grinding back against his cock hands on his chest as leverage.

Jonathan was right. You were everything he believed you were. A witch, a siren, a succubus… all the kinds of mythical creatures created to bring a man to his demise.

You bring yourself up, bending your knees and resting your feet against the mattress now. You’re bouncing hard and fast against him and he’s whimpering and moaning like a little slut and it makes you incredibly soaked.

He throws his head back. You pull him by his hair.

“I wanna see that pretty face, papi,” You tug his hair again, guiding his eyes between your bodies. You knew he loved the view. “Love how wet you’re making me.”

He’s hypnotized. His length glistening in the light from your tight heat’s coating, drooling when he grip around him like a vice.

“Unh, god. F-fuck.”

“Aww, pobrecito. Look at you. You’re all dumb and drunk off my pussy. Can barely form a sentence. Don’t worry. I’ve got you, papi.”

“You feel so good.” He sobs, tears streaming down his face. His big brown eyes are rolled to the back of his head.

Gathering the little strength he had left, he sits up wraps your legs around him and thrusts up into you. Your foreheads are pressed against each others, alternating between kissing and breathing in each other’s gasps.

You snake a hand between your bodies and began to rub faster and faster at your clit. The sweet high pitches of his moans making your end approach soon. His hand grips your ass, the other caressing your back.

“Gonna cum. Should I pull out?” He whispers.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He growls at this bouncing you faster into his lap. He knew exactly what he was doing hitting repeatedly against your g-spot. His perfectly curved cock almost seemed like if was made for that very purpose. Sticking a middle finger in your rectum, he hit hard into you one good time and you’re spiraling.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” You screamed. Wetness spurting out of you. Jonathan continuing to thrust into you causing the waterfall to flow even more.

He falls back on top of you, stroking deep into you like a man who’s lost his senses. He’s reduced to grunts and groans as you milked him for all he’s worth. Your walls wringing every last drop of his hot cum, greedily absorbing the essence into your tight channel.

He wanted to collapse beside you but figured it would be better to clean up first. Heading to the nearest bathroom, he grabs a towel and wets it. Making his way over to you, he cleans between your legs and himself. He tosses the towel on the ground, finally getting to curl up to your warm body.

At first, you’re both panting up at the ceiling with giant smiles on your face. Then, you turned to your side and he does the same, staring at each other.

“How was your first time?” You asked.

“Do I really have to say it? I cried. It was fucking amazing,” He laughs then nervously adds, “I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”

“Not in a way I didn’t like. A little pain can be fun every now and then,” You winked. “You were the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really? Even compared to Nancy?”

You nod, “I know. That surprises me, too. Sex with girls is usually better but you’re definitely the exception. You’re very aware of a woman’s pleasure, papi. Makes me proud that the man I love is a fucking sex god. If I weren’t so tired, I’d go for another round.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty spent.” Jonathan exhausts.

“I would’ve loves to see the looks on Nancy and Robin’s faces if they’d caught us.”

“What if it isn’t worth it anymore? We could just leave. Maybe even forget about her.”

“But what about revenge?”

“Do you really care? We’ve got each other now. Whatever this is between us,” He laughs softly. “If I can give my world for you, I’m sure you can let go of this grudge.”

“You’re giving up that shitty incel community for me? Even though I gave you what you wanted?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what love is yet but I’d like to know. With you. I don’t want you to love someone who hurts you. So I will gladly be better for you. You don’t need to put yourself through that anymore.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You were so used to falling for people you knew were bad for you. Who couldn’t love you the way you loved them? You thought that’s what love meant for you. When you felt like Jonathan hated you, it fueled your love. When Nancy cheated on you, all you could do was stay.

“I don’t know if I can be normal or good. I don’t let go easily.”

“I’m not sure how to be good either. And you don’t have to let go just yet. We can take it a day at a time. We can leave before this gets too far. I think having sex in our ex’s bed is pretty devious,” He pokes at your side, playfully. “Let’s get out of here. You and me…we can start over. You can learn to love me for real and I, learn to love you. And we wouldn’t have to be perfect. We already know we’re both fucked up.”

You smiled, warmly at him and he does, too. “I’d like to start over.”

—————

The two of you dressed in content silence until that it was shattered by a high-pitched squeal. It looks like it was too late to bail now.

You and Jonathan walk hand and hand down the stairs, a smug look on your face. Nancy looking up at you with anger and Robin, a surprised look.

“Hey, Nance! Love what you did with the place. It’s so you. Trashy and broken in.” You say, sarcastically.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

“Well, me and Jonathan decided to spice up our sex life. So, I said ‘let’s fuck in our ex’s bedroom’. To my surprise, my best friend lives here, too. It couldn’t get any better than this. I came so hard thinking about it.”

“Y-you two are fucking?” She growls. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Nope. We definitely just fucked in your bed. It was mind-blowing. You really missed out on Johnny boy. He’s got great dick. Oh, well lucky me,” You shrugged then cocked your head to the side. “Hello, Robin.”

“Y/N…” She says, stunned.

“Didn’t think you’d see me here, huh,” You walked towards them, looking them up and down. “I actually came here to make you suffer but from the looks on your faces, I think you’ve suffered enough. I’m trying this new ‘being good’ thing so I’ll extend my mercy.“

Nancy scowl morphs into a smirk. “Oh, you. How long are we going to play this little game of yours?” She plays with a strand of your hair. “You should be thanking me. I make your life so much more exciting. You can’t get over me even after a year.”

“Because you always find a way to slither back in. You fuck up everyone you touch. You probably fucked up Robin.”

“Joke’s on you. I’m already fucked up.” Robin comments.

“I’m the ‘big bad’ bitch because I wanted to discover myself. I didn’t take you as someone so closed-minded, my love,” Nancy says to you then directs her attention to Jonathan. “Hey, long time no see, lover boy. You miss me, too.”

She reaches up a hand to touch his face, you quickly catch her hand, gripping it tightly. “Don’t touch my man.”

“Oh, he’s your man now. We’ll let him answer for himself. I know you still think about me, Jon—”

“I don’t,” He says cutting her down a notch. “In fact, I haven’t thought about you since we broke up actually. And you know what, I won’t credit you for how I turned out because that would only give you the satisfaction you don’t deserve.”

“Hear that, Nance. Jonathan just called you basic bitch.” You smirked.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Nancy seethes, clearly this stuck a chord with her. She always pride herself for someone to shake the lives of everyone she encountered.

“We’ll gladly leave,” You bumped passed her shoulder on the way to the door. You turned to look back at them and using your innocence persona. “Oh and one thing, Robin…I’m really glad you found someone who’ll hide you from the world just like she did with all the girls she’s liked. Home wreckers usually lurk in the shadows so I guess you’ll be right at home. Have a great day.”

You smiled your infamously sweet smile, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and left without looking back. For the first time, you felt like maybe you could actually move on from your obsessions.

You hear a scream from the house and Jonathan turned to look at you, seeing a smirk on your face.

“What’d you do?”

“I may have broken a few things in her room while you were busy getting dressed.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “I think I love you already.”

Siempre estoy en la cima = I’m always top.

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