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givemearock · 2 years

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Cuddling with the Stranger Things Older Teens

I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time and decided to write this to revive my tumblr 😭 I will be doing one for the party too :D (also shoutout to all the shifters who see this let this serve as motivation for your adventures)

In order- Robin, Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle

Robin

It's very easy for her to get comfortable in any position. You’re elbow stabbing her stomach? She’s fine! You’re laying on her throat? If she can still breathe she’s good!

This is amplified especially if she’s already rambling on about something because she is more focused on not trying to sound stupid in front of you

In between thoughts, she’ll ask if you’re still comfortable or if she needs to move

“You’re still ok right?” “Yeah I’m fine” “Are you sure? Like 100% sure. Because I can move like I’m totally fine with moving, it's really easy.”

Would definitely be more like a base for you to snuggle up to because she moves her hands around to talk a lot

If you were the one sitting up she’d just lean her head against you as she keeps talking

After she’s been talking for a while if she needs a break she’ll just lay there in silence for a few minutes before continuing on

If you fell asleep she would definitely freeze up until you woke up

Overall a comfortable experience and you’d probably get to hear all about whatever she was obsessed with at the moment

Steve

He’d probably be a little hesitant because he’s not incredibly touchy, but since Dustin is he sort of learned to be

Touch starved growing up so he does not know how to accept it

His default would be to just hug you, but he’d move however you moved, trying his best to not make it awkward and to not ‘mess up’ as he’d say

Would fake confidence because he’s dated many girls in the past, but he honestly does not know what he’s doing

If he ever ended up uncomfortable he would ignore it and would deny his discomfort at all costs

“Steve, are you ok?” “Of course! Why do you ask?” “You’re tearing up” “Those are happy tears because I’m so comfortable!”

He’d somehow get you to believe him, either that or you’d have to hide your movement so he doesn’t end up feeling bad

Would get very cuddly and would probably end up sharing his innermost thoughts with you

He’s a weirdly comfortable person like a giant pillow so you’d get sleepy really fast, his hair is also really soft so that’s a plus

If he did fall asleep he’d make sure you did first to make sure you’re ok

10/10 you both end up asleep

Eddie

Always, and I mean always up to cuddle with literally anyone he knows, yes it’s because he’s touch starved but in the opposite way of Steve where he’s very touchy

Would pretend you’re weird for asking but, of course, he’s joking

“You wanna ‘cuddle’ with me?” “Yeah” “That’s so weird wth” “Oh” “I’m kidding, IM KIDDING”

Latches onto you immediately and won’t let go until you let go

He moves around a lot until he gets comfortable and you will probably end up as his pillow whether you like it or not

Makes sure his hair isn’t all over your face because it does that a lot

He wouldn’t ask you if you were ok with him talking a lot he would just give you a look and you’d sort of have to notice

“Eddie?” “Hm?” “Would you like to say something?” “Yes, ok so-“

Would whisper “are you sleeping?” in your ear a little too close and would get really apologetic if he accidentally woke you up

A very fluffy person 10/10 experience

Nancy

She is not a very touchy person at all and would be very reluctant to say yes and would probably resolve with an “ok but only for a few minutes”

However if she was working and you asked she’d absentmindedly say yes without really thinking about what she’s agreed too

At the beginning she’d just sit down and she would be very awkward about everything but after a little while she’d warm up to you

You’d be able to tell when she’s comfortable because she’d stop tensing up and just relax

She would have her eyes closed very tight and she wouldn’t really speak to the point where it’d be a little concerning

“Nancy? Are you ok?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.”

If she falls asleep be prepared to never move again because she goes deadweight pretty much immediately

Since she’s always busy she will more likely than not fall asleep

It takes some getting used to but she’s sweet 10/10

Jonathan

He definitely grew up cuddling with Joyce and Will a lot so I feel like he’d say yes and not think much of it

Very much the type to hold you versus having you hold him because with his family he was always the one doing the holding

He would let you hold him but you’d have to ask

Surprisingly takes up very little space because he sort of just curls up with his knees pressed to his chest to make sure you have enough room to get comfortable

Would sit there in silence but not in an awkward way it’d be a comfortable silence

It’s weird to describe but he has the same vibe as a cold pillow so you might get a little sleepy

If he’s either high or just very comfortable with you about 30 mins in he’d start asking you the most random of questions

“What do you think frogs think of puddles?” “Hm?” “Like, imagine finding a smaller version of your house” “Jonathan-” “Just saying it’d be a little weird”

Eventually he’d up silent again and his hold would get tighter than before as he slowly gets used to you, but he somehow isn’t aware he does this despite doing it every time

Overall you’d feel very secure and comfortable, plus you’d get to hear a wild thought, 10/10

Argyle

Of course he would say yes

Basically a giant teddy bear this man is so cuddly

Would probably just close his eyes and wrap his arms around you before whispering ‘this is nice’ in the most stereotypical way

Makes comments about your clothes if the fabric is uncomfortable or especially if it’s really comfortable

An awkward silence will not happen because if it does he’ll call it out and start a conversation

If he’s high he might try to stand up before apologizing

*he tries to stand up* “Dude I’m still here!” “Oh sorry man totally forgot you were there”

Will randomly start singing just because he likes singing and he does it whenever he’s comfortable around someone

If you guys started talking if something you said reminded him of a story he would immediately change the subject because he needs to get the thought out

“Yeah, I had a frog once and-” “FROGS! That reminds me-”

Would later on apologize for interrupting you

If he somehow ended up uncomfortable he would definitely tell you but he would make sure you didn’t feel bad about it because to him it’s not really a big deal since it’s an easy fix

Overall he’s a very comfortable and chill person, 10/10

I forgot how fun writing stuff was so I think I’m gonna start posting a lot more now. Anyways, I hope you guys like it :)

Have a nice day and night !! 🌸

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luveline · 1 year

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for shy fri!! what about jonathan x shy!reader who are constantly in their own little world? similar to this remus one you did!!

thank you my love! i hope this is close to what you wanted <3 shy!fem!reader x lovesick!jonathan

Jonathan isn't sure if you know how much he wants you. Talking as your boyfriend, you're together, and he still wants you. To hold your hand, or your wrist, your forearm in his hand, your forearm pulled close to his chest. To slide the first two fingers on his left hand behind your ear and tilt your head so he can see all your eyelashes. To pull your thigh over his and feel the weight of it through the whole movie. He wants every tiny piece of you there is up for offer, and he'd feel selfish if he weren't so sick in love.

"Do you want some?" you whisper, offering your box of Milk Duds to him expectantly.

He takes a handful just to watch your face as you shake them out.

"More?" you ask.

"That's fine," he whispers back, "thanks."

He wants, desperately, to add 'honey'. Honey, baby, angel, all those too sweet pet names that'll make you hide your mouth, hand pressed delicately over your lips, smile evident in your eyes if nothing else.

"Welcome."

There should be a word for it, the want to press his chest to yours, to overlap. If he had his way, his friends would fade into the background, they already have, and he'd snake his arm behind your head, hook your neck in the crook of his arm and encourage your face to his neck. He'd dot more kisses than anyone ever has into your crown.

"Are you okay?" you whisper, quiet than before. You've shifted on the couch to get right next to his ear, each word tickling his inner ear with the accompanying breath.

He turns his face slowly so as not to startle you. TV light catches your cheek and brow, illuminating you in a bright, translucent blue. If you weren't the shyest girl he'd ever met he'd kiss you right here, friends forgotten, but you'd genuinely be uncomfortable and he doesn't ever want that.

How to lure you away?

He leans in like he might kiss you, lips a hair's width from your cheek. "Drink?"

"Yeah, please."

You misunderstand. Jonathan stands with your confirmation and catches hold of your wrist at the same time, tugging at you gently. You rise up and follow him out to the kitchen, and really there's nothing subtle to it, nothing at all.

"They're fucking disgusting," Mike says.

Will reaches into his lap for some popcorn and hums, not disagreeing. "It could be worse."

"Could it?" Lucas' face appears between them, leaning down from his seat on the armchair. "Will, your brother needs help, psychologically."

"He's fine."

"He's watching the movie via lights on her face," Max adds, backing Lucas up with a scrunched up nose. She doesn't care if you and Jonathan are being sweet on each other, she cares about being right, and Lucas is correct. "It's obsessive."

"You guys'll understand when you're older," Steve pipes up, flopping into the gap you've left behind. Robin rolls her eyes at him. "Nah, you won't. They're weird."

"They're in love," Will says, laughing like this is the stupidest conversation anyone has ever had.

Dustin isn't one to stay quiet any longer. He wishes he could back Will up. He can't. "Listen, I have a girlfriend, and that's not right."

"You have a girlfriend?" Max asks, voice layered in a cheerfulness she absolutely is not feeling. She's too good at pretending — her tone is nothing less than convincing.

In the kitchen, your skin burns with heat. The door is nowhere near thick enough to cover the sounds of their bickering. It grows louder and louder, the kids debating your love life with a voracious passion.

"Let's not beat around the bush," you hear Steve say, "they're definitely canoodling in there."

"Why are we friends with him?" Jonathan asks, similarly embarrassed but trying not to show it.

"Because he's nice. And he has Robin as an add-on. It's like a two for one."

"Two for one on idiots," he mumbles, offering you a freshly filled glass. Robin's laughter sounds from the living room, high-pitched and breathless.

You smile despite yourself.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan says after a small pause. "This isn't what I was trying to do."

You put your glass on the counter and smile at him. It's not the brilliant smile you usually give when you're alone. Jonathan's amazed to find that, even as a couple, you have a little warm up period every time you see him, adorable, a tinsy bit disconcerting. You can be very cautious.

"What were you trying to do, Jon?" you ask earnestly.

He puts down his glass too. He smiles, breath caught, hands tentative and then not. "This," he says, hands vying for your cheeks. He cups your warm face in his for a stolen moment, thumbs rubbing at the skin shy of your nose, and then one hand slides to the nape of your neck, and the other goes over your shoulders. He pulls you in for a hug, as he has tens of times, but finds himself worrying when your arms don't come up automatically to meet him.

He hugs you a little bit harder.

"Oh," you say, arms circling his waist, half as tight and twice as affectionate, hand rubbing at the bumps of his spine.

Shy, yes, but skimpy with affection? Never. You hold him like he's made of something infinitely precious, soft and sweet and silent, your breath warming a crescent moon against his shoulder.

"You sure you're okay?" you ask quietly, face turning so you can kiss the slip of chest peeking out from under his shirt's neckline.

"I'm fine. I'm good, really. I know you don't like this stuff in front of everyone, so…"

Your face slips down to his chest. "You could hug me a little in front of them. Better that then have them," — you pause, and the quiet is filled by the sounds of your friends' continued arguing — "doing whatever it is they're doing."

"Right now, I think they're debating when you're gonna break up with me."

"Never," you say. It's so fast, your answer. Instant. You cough to cover up your embarrassment and Jonathan has to hide his smile in the skin above your ear.

"Hey, you should be glad," Steve says, too smug, something awful in the way the room quietens to broadcast him. "Better they're too weird to cuddle in front of us than teen pregnancy."

Jonathan sighs, knowing you won't want to hug him any longer after that. Sure enough, you break apart from his hold and take a too fast swig of water, frantic. "Let's go back in," you say.

You leave and he hasn't even picked up his cup. Jonathan presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and takes a 'Don't pick a fight with Steve' breath, frustration and agitation and an inkling of adoration for you all mixed up in his head.

"Where's Jonathan?" he hears Will ask you.

"Practising on his hand?" Steve asks.

Jonathan takes another deep breath.

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sucka4pain · 2 years

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Perv! Billy, who always stares at your ass when you pass by. The way your hips sway from side to side as you walk making others stare as well. Perv! Billy hates it when others stare.

Perv! Steve, seeing you walk into scoops ahoy with your friends can’t help but stare at your breasts. Big or small he can’t help but stare at them. You being oblivious, don’t notice. After he finishes his shift he couldn’t help himself and jerked off in his car, thinking about you and your breasts.

Perv! Jonathan, secretly watching you change through your window. He is so in love with your body he can’t help but take pictures of you. He also worships your stomach. Just thinking about how pretty you would look pregnant, knowing that it is his child.

Perv! Eddie, loves to imagine his head between your thighs. His thoughts get so fogged up with the imagination of his head between your thighs as he eats you out like an animal in heat. He knows it’s wrong to think these things but he can’t help it.

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5starthot · 2 years

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perv!jonathan x cheer!bsf!reader

you and jonathan have known each other for years, you know almost everything about each other and jonathan has never shown any interest in basketball, but every since you joined the cheer team he came to every single game. he swore it was because he’s “supporting” lucas, but we all know that’s not the real reason. jonathan sitting on the bleachers, biting at his bottom lip nervously, trying to hide his very obvious boner. his eyes glued to your skirt hoping to get a glimpse of something, anything. him slowly drifting away in his thoughts wishing you were bouncing on top of him right now, legs spread, your arousal spilling across his abdomen, breathy moans coming from the both of you. he could only dream, your his best friend and he feels not one ounce of guilt for having these feelings and thoughts about you. it was his dirty little secret.

jonathan snapping quick pictures of you during the game, hoping no one notices, him shamelessly zooming in on your exposed thighs and more to keep for himself once he gets home doing god knows what with them. he craves you so bad, and you know he does, it’s fucking pathetic. he thinks your clueless, like you don’t see the way he looks at you, like you don’t notice the way he grinds against his hands durning all the games he’s been to, like you don’t know he steals your underwear whenever he’s over your house, he’s obsessed with you and you love every part of it. after the game you decide to confront him, jonathan standing there embarrassed, cheeks tomato red opening his mouth to speak yet nothing comes out. your lips slightly part once you eyes shift down to his crotch, precum practically spilling out of him leaving a very visible wet spot on his pants. dose he like this?, getting caught? his dirty little secret being revealed? what a fucking perv.

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swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters · 3 months

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Ain't no way these parallels are unintentional

These 3 have the exact same kind of shooting/framing;

So, Max, Will and Robin have their hearts broken/are forced to watch the person they like/love/has a crush on, with somebody else, knowing/thinking they will never have their chance.

But sure, it's all in our heads.

Although stancy/jancy doesn't have the same kind of framing, I added because this is about broken hearts/thinking they lost their chance/will never have a chance.

Like in this scene for example. I think it's really interesting how they framed it because why the hell this would be Max's reaction seeing El and Mike if she doesn't have feelings for El?

Also this scene can be pretty much compared/paralleled with any byler scene where Will has to watch El and Mike together. (Feel free to reblog and add those byler scenes for science)

I won't even add the way Max looks at El here (I already posted this before, and I'll probably make a more specific post another time).

But anyway, this is Robin looking at Vickie with her boyfriend

It's pretty much the same way Max was looking at El and Mike. So, yes, once again, I must be imagining things, right?

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eiightysixbaby · 1 year

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let’s take jesus off the dashboard

word count: 2.7k

pairing: jonathan byers x fem!reader

summary: steamy car sex with jonathan, i don’t know what else to tell ya

cw: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, sex in a public place sort of???, implied first time w/each other

It had started with persistent touches; a hand resting on a knee, fingers climbing up thighs, or lingering a little too long on each other’s arms to deem it casual. You’d shift in your seat here and there, allowing your tight black skirt to ride up higher and higher on your thighs, inviting wandering eyes to steal glances from the driver’s seat. The pads of his fingers pressed into your skin, climbing closer and closer to what was presently uncharted territory. You gasp sharply as he dips under the fabric of your skirt, squeezing the meat of your inner thigh gently, testing the waters. The sound had been enough to get him to pull over, steering the car off to the side of the empty road. Eyes frantically searched your face for any indication of what to do next, only to be met with your lips crashing against his.

Now, you were fumbling in the back seat. Limbs bent awkwardly as you maneuvered through the tiny space. Legs straddling his lap, knees pressing into the cushy leather seats. The sound of a belt buckle coming undone, metal clanking as it falls to the side. You were pulling your shirt over your head, Jonathan’s hands grabbing at it desperately to assist you, as if it couldn’t come off fast enough. Your tits bounced ever so slightly as the tight fabric was yanked off of you. Greedy lips immediately found their way to your breasts, sucking on the soft swell of skin till it stung. Needy hands pawed at the cups of your bra, yanking the fabric to the side, exposing your nipples to the stuffy air of the car. He sucks them into his mouth one at a time, licking over puckered skin, getting them wet enough with spit that they harden when the chill of the air hits them after he’s pulled away. Finally his hands reach around your back, unclasping your bra and taking it off entirely, tits hanging free on your chest. You swallow thickly as eyes roam your naked chest for the first time.

“Fuck,” is all he says, his voice a whisper as he admires you.

Instantly he’s pulled you to him for a sloppy kiss, tongue wasting no time invading your mouth. Your teeth pull his bottom lip between them and tug, eliciting a whimper from him. He smells like cologne and clean laundry, your senses overwhelmed with nothing but him. You’re grinding your hips down onto his lap, his bulge straining behind fabric, begging to be let loose. The car is filled with the wet smacking sounds of lips colliding and pants coming from both of you, gasping for air between kisses. You pull away from him, gripping his face in one hand, admiring the way his lips and the surrounding skin are tinted red from your lipstick. His hands climb up your thighs, hiking your skirt up further and further, eager to get underneath. You shiver as the gentle glide of his fingertips sends a chill down your spine, arching into him. His eyes never leave your face, studying you carefully like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. His fingers rub circles on your inner thighs now, and you slump forward into him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Can I - fuck - can I taste you?” he asks, his voice quiet, cut off when you rut your hips down into him again.

“Please,” you breathe out, clambering off of him to lay across the seat.

He scoots over, allowing you to stretch your legs as much as you need before settling between them to the best of his ability in the limited space. Nervous hands reach for your waist, tugging the fabric of your skirt and your sheer black tights down at the same time. They’re pulled off of you entirely, crumpled into a pile on the floor of the car, leaving you more exposed than you’ve ever been for the boy in front of you. Your heart races with the delicious tension that always hangs in the air before crossing new boundaries like this. Jonathan eyes your weeping cunt like it’s a prize to be won, like he can’t wait to dive in and devour the sweetness of you. His movements, though needy and eager, are still somewhat tentative. He presses kisses to the soft skin of your stomach, trailing up before stopping at your breasts and teasing your nipples with his tongue. He moves down, now kissing the insides of your thighs, wide eyes looking up at you to gauge every single reaction you have. His mouth continues to leave kisses on your warm skin, inching closer and closer to where you need him so desperately. His hands are trailing gently up and down the sides of your body, giving you goosebumps. After what feels like the longest minute of your life, his silky tongue glides up through your folds, collecting the honey dripping from you. You gasp at the sensation, bucking your hips involuntarily. Jonathan’s hands grip them, pushing you back down so you’re flush against the seat once again. He doesn’t even look up at you as he does it, just puts you back in place for him and keeps lapping at your pussy - demanding and greedy. You’re spread wide for him, one leg awkwardly bent upwards on the seat back, the other dangling off of the seat entirely, foot touching the carpeted floor of the car.

He devours you like he needs your pussy to survive, tongue sliding through your folds and dipping past your entrance, your brain turning to static at the overwhelming pleasure. He moans as he tastes you, lips pursed around your clit, sucking on it greedily. You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, receiving yet another moan from him, this one low and nearing a growl. His mouth works to solve you like a puzzle, learning what things drive you crazy, where and how you like to be licked and sucked. The end goal is to get you off, and he’s getting you there astonishingly fast given he’s never eaten your pussy before. You’re squirming in his firm grip, and he looks up at you with dark eyes. His sticks his tongue out flat, letting it catch on your clit as he shakes his head back and forth. Your toes curl, hands gripping at the cotton fabric of his black shirt as you moan his name. All of his focus is on your clit now, tongue flitting over it again and again, taking notice of how your moans get more shrill and your grip on him grows more harsh.

“F-fuck, Jonathan, I’m gonna-” your sentence is cut off with a moan as your orgasm hurtles through you.

Your legs tremble, hips threatening to buck wildly but Jonathan’s grip on them has gotten impossibly tighter, keeping you firmly in place as he works you through your high. You finally regain your senses, chest heaving with each breath, and Jonathan pulls his face from between your thighs. His chin is shiny with your release, and he wipes it with the back of his hand, licking his lips like he’s trying to savor the taste of you on them. He crawls on top of you, lips attaching to yours in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself in his mouth and it makes you moan into him, legs wrapping around his waist. He grinds himself against you, his cock painfully hard beneath his jeans and boxers, yearning for some attention.

“Can I p-please fuck you?” Jonathan stutters, his cock twitching in his pants as he rubs himself against you.

“Yes, Jonathan, please,” you beg, your voice breathy as you pull him in for another kiss.

He fumbles with his pants with one hand, yanking the zipper down. He pulls away from you briefly, sitting so he can shimmy out of his pants. You take note of the tented fabric of his boxers, his cock desperate. He catches you looking, and his cheeks flush pink, a small smile creeping on his lips. He pulls the gray plaid material off, tossing the boxers on the floor of the car where all of the other discarded clothes lay. He positions himself above you once more, kissing you hard as one of his hands blindly tries to line his cock up with your hole. You whine as the tip brushes through your folds, sliding easily with the wetness pooling at your core. You take a deep breath as you feel him pushing at your entrance, holding it as he slides himself slowly in. The moan he lets out as he fills you is pornographic, his forehead resting on your own. You exhale once he’s comfortably situated inside of you, legs instinctively wrapping around him, caging him in.

“Shit baby, your pussy feels so good,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over yours as he starts to slowly move within you.

You can feel him stretch you out more with each tentative thrust, his cock sliding almost completely out, just for him to snap his hips back into you, filling you to the brim. You feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs momentarily, fingernails digging into his back through the fabric of his shirt. He finds a steady rhythm, fucking you dumb right there on the bench seat of his car. Grunts and moans and whines spill from his lips with every movement, bangs sticking to his forehead with perspiration from his efforts. You catch his lips in a kiss, swallowing all of his gorgeous noises, tongue swirling around his fervently.

“Fuck, Jonathan, feels so good…” you praise as he trails kisses down your neck, sucking pretty bruises into the skin.

“Yeah? My pretty girl likes when I fuck her?” his voice is soft, breath fanning the skin of your ear as he talks.

All you can do is nod, eyes rolling back in your head as he picks up his pace. Every thrust has the head of his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you, stuffing you so full your head spins. You’re almost screaming his name, overwhelmed with a type of pleasure you’ve never felt before. You arch your back, curving your body up into his, tits pressing against his chest as he pounds into you. No one’s ever been able to make you feel this good before, yet Jonathan seems to know exactly how to please you without you saying a word.

“Sit up, pretty boy. Wanna ride you, please?” you ask, his chocolate brown eyes going a little wider at your request.

“Y-yeah, of course,” he says, pulling out of you with a groan and sitting up on the seat.

You straddle his lap once more, Jonathan holding his cock for you to sink down onto. A pitiful whimper leaves his mouth as you engulf him again, throwing his head back. You litter his exposed neck with kisses, giving him hickeys to match yours as you slowly start to rock your hips against him. Your needy hands tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling the soft cotton up his torso. Your mouth detaches itself from his neck so he can take his shirt off fully, his body now fully exposed to you, making you bite your lip with giddiness. Your brain takes a moment to catch up with everything, the bliss of being fucked by him for the first time, the scandalous notion of being caught screwing in his car, all of it had you dizzy with lust and adoration. You quicken your movements on top of him, rocking more excitedly on his cock now, loving the way he watches your tits bounce in front of him.

“Shitshitshit baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, keep going,” Jonathan pleads, his voice strained as he struggles to keep himself together.

You brace yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you bounce up and down on his dick, the plush skin of your ass meeting his thighs. Your eyebrows knit together as you concentrate, trying to keep a rhythm as you inch closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night. Jonathan’s hands grip your hips firmly as he slowly starts to match your movements with his own bucking hips. The windows in the car have fogged up by now, and all you can see outside is the faint glow of streetlights, illuminating the road ever so slightly. You press a hand to the glass to steady yourself as he fucks up into you harder, leaving a print in its wake, the window cold from the chill of the air outside. You cry out in pleasure, the new angle of you being on top making him feel even deeper. Sticky slick sounds of his dick pumping in and out of your dripping walls fill the car, accompanied by the smacking of skin against skin.

Jonathan brings a hand down to your clit, the other one still holding you. He rubs quick circles on it with the pad of his thumb, smirking to himself at the way you throw your head back when he does.

“Feel good, baby? Gonna make a mess all over me?” he coos, eyes never leaving you as he works you up to your release.

“Y-yeah, fuck, don’t stop,” you choke out, breath staggered as he thrusts into you hard and fast.

Your eyes are screwed shut as he fucks you, your hips still bouncing slightly to meet his thrusts. His thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure on your clit to drive you crazy. You rest your forehead on his and he peppers kisses on your face, purring praises at you, “let go for me, pretty girl” and “I know you can cum for me, baby, come on”.

A few more thrusts and you finally snap, white hot pleasure coursing through every inch of you as you clench around him. He doesn’t stop his movements, fully working you through your orgasm until your legs and arms are tingling. He slows his pace as you catch your breath, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes.

“I’m so fucking close, baby,” he warns, hands squeezing your ass.

“Fill me up Jonathan, want to be full of you,” you plead, lips swollen and red from kisses, almost pouting at him.

“Fuck. Are you sure?” he grunts, looking down at where your pussy swallows him whole, breathing shakily.

“Yes, please, I need it,” you continue to beg, moaning when he gives you a particularly hard thrust.

“Fuckfuckfuck I’m gonna cum, baby, gonna fill you up with it,” Jonathan’s voice is shaky as he speaks, breathing heavy.

Staggered moans escape him as he releases inside of you, pumping you full of his cum, giving you every last drop. You can feel him twitching with every hard spurt, coating your walls completely. You grab his face in your hands and press his mouth to yours as he relaxes, both of your breathing slowing to a normal pace as you kiss him. You climb off of him gingerly, cum leaking out of you and dripping onto the seat when you sit down beside him.

“You’re unreal, holy shit,” Jonathan laughs lightly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m so glad we finally got to do that.”

“Me too,” you reply, leaning into his touch and gazing at him with lovesick eyes.

He pulls you close, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a while, cuddled up in the backseat of his car. Whispering sweet nothings to each other and stealing kisses between sentences, fingers trailing each others naked bodies gently. Cars whirred past you every so often, headlights illuminating both of you briefly before draping your figures in shadow once more.

By the time he drove you home, it was late. You invited him to stay and he eagerly agreed, unable to keep his hands off you the entire way to your room. Neither of you were planning on getting much sleep that night, longing to be tangled in each other, the need insatiable now that the doors have been opened to it. The night ended with swallowed moans, sweat-slick skin, and persistent touches - just you and your guy, wrapped in each other all night.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x fem!reader #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan stranger things

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zombiewhor3 · 11 months

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SWEET HEART

fem reader x steve harrington

WARNINGS: jealousy, alcohol usage, reader is intoxicated, angst, fluff, strong language!

Y/n had been best friends with Steve ever since she was born, before her father left and her mother became and alcoholic Steve was by her side, for every school day, every break,

every summer day and night he was by her side spending his nights talking and exploring with her.

going on adventures like even saving the world from monsters created in the Hawkins lab while "baby-sitting a group of pre-teens"

Y/n had gotten her first job together, she went to the first school dance with him well as a third wheel, Nancy wheeler was his date.

But she couldn't blame him that was his girlfriend (at the time)

Nancy had been apart of him, taking up every ounce of his life consuming it whole with her popularity growing with each move she took,

The truth was y/n had been jealous ever since hearing that Steve had been dating Nancy, she was so upset she had gone home and spilt tears in her pillow,

letting the phone ring by her bedside over assuming that it was Steve, someone she especially hadn't of wanted to speak to not after it had felt like her heart had been viciously torn in half.

shortly after was when he started to grow cold, distant even growing nasty towards some of his friends never towards y/n well maybe sometimes, getting angry that she didn't want to go with a party with him.

She tried her best to keep it together well in-front of Steve and Nancy she did making sure to stay quiet, but not quiet enough for Steve to notice something was wrong, that something was off about her.

That she had been mad at the twos relationship mad at the way they held hands under the table, mad about them sneaking small kisses right next to her in the cafeteria,

so fucking pissed at the fact it wasn't her that bad his attention, it wasn't her that was tasting the left over flavor of coffee on his lips.

it made her so mad like she could've tossed her tray all over the couple and stormed out but of course she didn't.

She didn't want to seem petty or cruel towards them, she even complimented them on their relationship on how "cute" or "adorable" they were trying to not let it kill her inside, even though it did for years,

The way Steve had bawled into her hands when Nancy had gotten so drunk she told him she didn't love him, the night he could feel the ground sweep out from underneath his feet the way he could feel the entire world flip upside down in just her few words,

watching the girl covered in liquor say that everything about them was nothing but a bunch of bullshit saying they had killed barb.

Because they were to busy fucking to notice, but none of it was their fault they didn't know there was a monster running loose, they didn't know about the gate, or the lab, or even where Will was.

Y/n had listened to Steve describe the night to her while he slipped in a VHS tape of their favorite movie propping his feet up onto the coffee table while he sat back on the couch cracking open a beer, offering her a sip but she declined with a half smile.

He had spoken about the way he felt like a man, the way he was so gentle with her, or how easy it was to enjoy a moment like that,

y/n had to listen to the taunting at lunch the way his friends mocked Nancy's moans "oh Steve!" They called rolling their eyes back into the skull almost maybe to their brain

hell if they even had one at this point.

she had picked at her cuticles raw hearing how Nancy got to enjoy the moment she was mad it wasn't her feeling Steve mad that the only touch she ever got was him nuzzling up to her with tears in his eyes or just a hug.

until they had separated because Nancy had fallen in love with someone else.

She remembered the night Steve had come to her crying, burying his face in her lap wiping his tears on the denim of the jeans she was wearing,

he was weeping into them softly while he ranted about her harping on and on how he thought he was better than Jonathan not knowing why she would've cheated with him especially after all they'd been threw.

Now she was still right by his side stacking up vhs tapes in the Family Video Store,

she grumbled slightly setting down an empty box over the counter behind Steve who had been fiddling with a pen in his hand,

she could see Nancy slip into the store doors this time alone without Jonathan by her side,

she had her hair in those tight curls while she skimmed the aisles looking for some cheesy romance movie to bring back to Jonathan.

"hey nance" Steve smiled hopping over the counter with a smirk he leaned against it watching his best friend roll her eyes tossing another empty box over the counter.

"hey Steve i was wondering if you had the breakfast club again? Jonathan wants to watch it again for some reason but I don't mind since I think he's caught a cold"

Nancy spoke clasping her hands together, Steve nodded before leaning down to the shelf behind her pulling the movie off of the rack.

"Shit am I blind" she chuckled holding the movie in her hands clasping it like a bimbo school girl would hold a book,

well if y/n had to admit Nancy was no bimbo she was highly intelligent but that didn't mean she had to like especially after all the nights she had felt Steve crying in her lap over her.

Which is why she had started to grow cold thinking about how friendly Steve had been to Nancy not saying he had to be a bitch,

but the flirting and the playful jokes had grown a bit uncomfortable when y/n was around them, she felt like she was back in high school third wheeling them for everything,

everywhere they went they were flirting hell even Jonathan had noticed this but he was to timid to say anything just like y/n.

they both knew about the little glances,

the flirty remarks the touch way to close to one another, everything about their tension sending a signal of pity threw their veins.

Y/n slammed down a tape onto the counter before slipping off her vest tossing it over the counter,

Steve had noticed but went back to talking to Nancy until he saw her storm out of the video store, tucking her hands into her jean pockets.

He held up a finger to Nancy before walking out of the glass doors, he could see y/n pull out a cigarette from her pocket to which he took it from her hand, folding his arms looking at her.

"what's going on you stormed out of the store?" Steve asked his hands moving to his hips where he placed them like he always did

something that she was always able notice and yet she knew that was his most comfortable position.

"I'm cutting my shift short today you can tell our boss to cut my pay I don't care I just need a break for right now."

"Well why don't i pitch in for your 15 minute break so that way you can rest out here for a bit but no smoking I told you and Eddie that"

Steve spoke rubbing her shoulder but she moved his hand away even though she wanted his touch so badly she refused it.

"I'm alright I just need to go home and clear my mind for a little bit Steve"

"I can give you a ride?"

Steve offered and watched as she shook her head only making his face turn into a soft frown.

"thanks for the offer stevey but I can't you still have a shift to work and I can walk it's not that far I have to stop somewhere anyways"

"well don't forget to swing by at that party tonight I heard pretty much the whole gangs gonna be there well except for the children obviously"

She smiled at Steve before starting her walk,

she kicked a pebble with her boot blowing out a sigh, she could feel her cheeks start to grow hot, her eyes starting to water and finally the tears came rushing down on her face.

she sat back on the couch grumbling a couple who was getting a little to touchy next to her, she stood up harshly storming her way up the stairs where

she could see Steve sitting in an open bedroom with Nancy she rolled her eyes before walking into the bathroom slamming the door shut making the walls around her rattle.

She cursed softly before sinking back onto the floor, her back laid flat while she watched the ceiling, her eyes flicking around the room.

She could hear a knock at the door before seeing Steve appear in the room, shocked to see her laying on the bathroom floor an empty red solo cup next to her hand that had been open flat as she looked up at the ceiling her eyes tracing the white paint.

"y/n why are you on the floor it's filthy" he tried to sit her up from the floor but she pushed away his hands scooting away farther from him.

He knew something was wrong, maybe she was drunk, well he wasn't wrong she was drunk right now probably drunker than she had ever been.

She stood up leaning over the toilet on her knees so she could spill the contents from her stomach, feeling the liquor physically starting to disagree with her as her stomach had made a rumble.

He held her hair back watching her wipe her lips clean with her hand before resting her head back against the wall, he dropped her hair making sure to brush it from out of her face.

"party party party! Steve loves to party, mostly he loves those pretty girls with their asses hanging out, he loves to be a keg master and flirt with all girls in the whole damn world!"

She slurred with a quite drunken laugh at him hitting his chest while kneeled in-front of her.

"you're drunk y/n, super drunk" he grumbled at her and her drunken words that had started to make him rethink pieces from his past.

"you should go hook up with someone like maybe Nancy" she spat at him with a harsh tone and even drunk she could sense that her bitterness was over the top.

"Nancys dating jonathan they've been together for two years now I would never hook up with her so what the hell are you even on about"

he shook his head at her confused to why she was acting so bitter, so angry at him for some reason he couldn't figure out.

"Never mind you're drunk that's what's making you say all these crazy things y/n"

he scoffed standing up watching y/n wipe some drool from her chin.

"I want to leave I'm done with your bullshit this is all bullshit you and this party is all bullshit I don't wanna be around you!"

She stood up rapidly feeling her legs wobble to the point she almost had fallen over but he caught her stopping her from a tumble to the tile on the floor.

He had carried her down the stair case before setting her on top of the kitchen counter

so he could pour her a glass of water from the sink, he handed the glass to her watching her almost take a sip but she set it down onto the counter behind her

"drink it y/n I don't wanna have to tell you again" y/n rolled her eyes at him pushing the water even farther away from her.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

She yelled accidentally grabbing the attention of the people around her, Steve smiled awkwardly before looking back at her.

"Stop do not make a scene" he whispered bitterly but she hadn't cared she hadn't minded who saw or who heard she was done.

"I can't be controlled like Nancy Wheeler"

the people around them gasped at her cold hearted words watching her hop down from the counter stumbling her way outside until she flopped back tuning into the feeling of the liquor feeling her head spin,

her mind was in a whirlwind of what was happening, she knew her words were wrong but her brain and mouth couldn't stop.

She couldn't stop saying them or thinking them, because the liquor was flooding her system.

"y/n quit making a scene just drink the fucking water!" Steve shouted watching y/n toss it onto him with the accidental flick of her hand trying to push it away from her.

He shook it off angrily before grabbing her wrist, she tried to wiggle loose from his grasp but it was to forceful on her.

"Steve stop, stop Steve!" she raised her voice at him and it was no use because they were already outside of the house.

"I'm gonna take you home! Just stop y/n stop please relax for a moment will you?"

he was frustrated now having to pull her up so she wouldn't slink down to the ground from how wobbly her legs were from the alcohol.

there were no words said until now she was weeping into him holding onto the slim fabric of his mustard yellow colored sweater

while her tears rolled onto him, her body shook as she was sobbing into his shoulder feeling his soft hands rub against her back shushing her that everything was going to he just okay.

She tossed her head against the porcelain of the bathtub making a soft grunt when she heard the thump from her head,

"It's not fair Stevie it's just not fair"

she admitted watching him wipe a tear from her face with the pad of his thumb and wiping it onto his blue jeans.

"What's not fair baby? Why are you so upset tonight? what's going on in that mind of yours to make you get so worked up?”

He asked feeling her head being tossed into his lap while she looked up at him in a drunken haze, her eyes wide as she flicked at a piece of his hair that was dangling.

"all those girls" she sniffled finally being able to stop herself from crying, "all of them" she spoke nuzzling her face into him.

"What about them?"

He spoke as he lifted her body up, he couldn't bare to have people staring at her as she cried and well she needed to go home because she was drunk and obviously distressed about whatever she had seen or she had heard about him.

He placed her in the passenger seat as he buckled her in and started up the car, he watched her head being sloppily thrown against the window as she whined at the bumpy road.

"What about the girls y/n?" He asked and used his thumb to rub away a tear that fell down the delicate skin of her cheek.

"you like them a lot"

once tucked away in his bed because he didn't want her to have to stay alone for the night he curled in with her to hear her speak.

because she had stopped talking in the car it was cause she had been felt nauseous from the way her head was spinning in such rapid circles almost like a whirl wind that wouldn't let go.

"talk to me sweetheart, it's okay" he rubbed her back gently and could hear her sniffle a little,

"I want you Stevie, all to myself" she admitted and he could feel his heart start to bubble a little,

"you have me right now baby, I'm right here" she could feel as her hand grasped onto his and their fingers intertwined with one another.

it had made her want to cry,

"what about Nancy and all those other girls? it's so much to compete with" he placed a long lasting kiss on her shoulder blade.

"I'm all yours, no competition, no other girls y/n you're the one and only sweet heart" he knew that she wouldn't remember his words in the morning and it made a part of his heart sink.

a grueling hang over she had woken up to, her memory scrambled but she could remember yelling at Steve last night.

She remembered feeling car sick, she figured other fragments would come back to her but what caught her attention was that she wasn't in her own bedroom.

She was in Steve's, where a fresh shirt and a pair of his boxers had been laid out on his bed just for her to change into.

Once finally changed she stepped into the living room to see that he was sitting on the couch sipping a cup of coffee in his hand.

He had VHS tapes spread out on the coffee table where his feet covered in a white pair of socks were covered up with.

she looked down at the tapes and noticed that most of them were new movies, new movies that had just released and he got access to them first.

"pick a movie y/n it's our Friday movie day after all" she smiled softly and watched as he put his feet down onto the rug below the table.

she picked up the same movie they would watch every Friday and she could see the smile on his face widen a little.

"Out of all these movies you chose the same one we watch every Friday night"

he spoke and watched as she reached for another movie but he gestured her hand away.

"You already made your pick sweet heart besides this is pretty much a tradition between us now" he smiled and stood up from the couch to put in the tape leaving her breathless at the pet name.

Her eyebrows furrowed a little and she wondered if she had said anything stupid to him last night, if she had fucked up in any way to make him act this way.

once the movie was in the VHS player and the screen on the tv began rolling with the intro and credits they had curled up under a blanket.

Steve himself was wearing a simple tee and just a pair of lounging around pants he wore whenever the two of them stayed home.

she couldn't bare the silence between them now especially with the fact his hand was on her thigh and rubbing in soft circles.

it had driven her to the point she couldn't even focus on the movie because of his touch.

she had placed herself in his lap and without even a hesitation she started to kiss him, feeling his hands hold onto her sides as he pulled her body even closer to his.

"you said you wanted me all to yourself" he smiled at her when they pulled away and watched as she stared at him.

"did I?" She asked and watched him nod with such an eager smile it made her heart throb.

"y/n l/n you will always be all mine, nobody else can ever take this spot from you sweet heart because I love you"

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steddiesucker · 2 years

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Everyone sitting in Steve’s living room, high off their minds

Nancy, very seriously: Is having a penis fun?

Jonathan: It has its ups and downs.

Argyle: it comes in handy outside, though.

Eddie: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Steve, snorting: It’s a pain in the ass, is what it is.

Eddie, full on laughing now: Sorry babe!

Robin: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

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babiestmunson · 2 years

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This Joseph / This Charlie

we were robbed of this duo

#eddie and jonathan would’ve fight over music and you can't tell me otherwise #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things cast #joe quinn #stranger things season 4 #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #charlie heaton #jonathan byers #jonathan stranger things

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hawkinsqueers · 1 year

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Steve: I will keep the secret about Barb for Nancy

Jonathan: I will beat up Steve for Nancy

Robin: I will go on a long adventure to have ONLY a 20% chance of actually potentially solving a dead case from years ago AND dive into another dimension and fight some weird foreskin demon with fire and pure rage for Nancy

Duffer Brothers: So I'm thinking Jancy

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friendoftheknife · 2 years

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Joyce is away on a business trip

#jargyle #stranger things #stranger things argyle #stranger things art #jonathan x argyle #argyle st #art #jongyle #jonathan stranger things

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deadqueerboys · 1 year

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Steve: Who do you like that looks like a sex symbol? Unless for m..

M/n: Jhonny.

Steve: No Jhonatan.

M/n: Eddie.

Steve: Not Eddie, baby.

M/n: S...

Steve: Yes?

M/n: Sure is your ex gf.

Steve: FUCK OFF.

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claireunoia · 2 years

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ jonathan byers would actually be the most perfect, loving boyfriend there ever was. he’s such an amazingly caring, kind guy. there’s no other way to describe it. from the way he treats the people he loves shows exactly that, his protective gentle nature always made your soul smile, if that was even possible.

you don’t care though because it was true. jonathan was the little firefly that came into your life. he spread his wings, and instantly brightened up your world. you never thought you would ever fall in love with such a soft, nurturing human. but you were so incredibly grateful.

he’d be just the cutest and most domestic.

-ˏˋ ❀ ❀ ❀ ˊˎ-

it was one early morning at the byers trailer. after a study session going on for too long last night, you decided to stay over his and made sure to let tell your parents know. they absolutely adored your lover and trusted him so it didn’t take too much convincing to do. and joyce? oh man did she love you so. she practically treats you like her own.

you had woken up from your slumber, your fatigue body dragging itself into the kitchen and living area as best as you could. your eyes were met with the sight of your shirtless boyfriend *due to the fact he gave you his shirt for you to sleep in* at the stove, a spatula in his hand as he cooked. will was sitting at the little table coloring while joyce was pacing around looking for her purse.

the byers mother caught your sluggish figure first, a beautiful smile illuminating her face when she sees you.

“morning, sweetheart. how are you feeling?”

“good morning, ms. byers. i’m great, thank you! how about you?”the older woman scoffs lightly, grabbing her purse she finally finds on the couch. “oh love, it’s joyce! it’s some coffee left in the pot, help yourself out sweetheart” the words were a bit rushed as she grabbed everything she needed for work. making sure to peck both of her boys on their cheeks, giving you a hug before announcing her departure.

jonathan turns his head from the sizzling skillet to face you. giving you that warm smile you just love so so much.

“hey honey” he softly greets, a content hum emitting from him at the way you wrapped your arms around his waist. your face pressed against the relaxed muscles of his bare back.

“hi baby” you reply with the same sincereness, giving his body one last tight squeeze before breaking away from him. backing away to go up to ruffle will’s hair, giggling when he groans and shakes your hands off him. a smile plastering his face regardless at your antics.

“i’m making some eggs, babe. would you like some?” you immediately nod your head, coincidentally feeling your stomach vibrating with raging hunger in that moment. the older byers boy chuckles at your frantic motions, moving away from the stove momentarily to place a sweet kiss at your forehead.

“go grab a plate, i’m almost done. i’ll make you the special”suddenly will perks up, a confused expression on his face.

“what’s the special?”

“well, will. it’s called the special for a reason, buddy. it’s only reserved for y/n”

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