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girls on film - jonathan byers

Jonathan Byers x shy! female! reader

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Summary:

When you get assigned a photography project with Jonathan, you end up trying something��experimental.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N:

So excited for my first Jonathan fic! I’ve been working on this for weeks so I’m so happy it’s finally done 😅

You adjusted the settings on your Nikon F3. Attaching the 55mm lens, you held the camera up to your eye, focusing on your subject - your dog. You were grateful for the fast shutter speed on your new camera, because the Border Collie did not sit still.

“Lucy, stay!” You commanded, hoping you could just get this shot for your photography class. The long haired black and white dog looked at you with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She listened, but you knew you had only moments before she took off, ready to run the 5 acres of land your family lived on, chasing after the livestock.

You snapped the photo just in time before she stood and ran. You hoped you got a good one, but there was no way to tell until you developed the film. You did not want to get an F on this project just because your dog wouldn’t cooperate.

You sighed as you removed the lens from the camera body, storing both back in their bag. You loved photography - it had become a passion of yours your freshman year of high school. It was your favorite form of art. And you could do it completely solo - you honestly hated interacting with your classmates. Not that there was anything wrong with them (well, not most of them, at least), you just preferred your own company.

You slung the camera bag over your shoulder and walked through the yard and back to your house. The smell of dinner wafted from the kitchen, but you headed up to your room instead. You carefully sat your camera bag on your desk and fell back onto your full size bed.

Your room felt childish. Nothing had changed since middle school. There weren’t photos with friends decorating your mirror, no gifts from your nonexistent relationships. Your bed was still covered with stuffed animals (though you’d never admit you still liked sleeping with them). The walls were painted a pale pink. The only recent decorations were the prints you made of your photography.

Lucy, the farm animals, your family, school events you were asked to photograph for the yearbook. Flowers, photos from finally trips, anything interesting you’d found with your camera on you - which it usually was.

You hoped these photos of Lucy turned out so you could add them to the collection. The left side of your room needed something new. Hell, your life needed something new. Something fresh. Something exciting.

The next day at school, you snuck into the dark room during lunch. You had the space to yourself, which you were grateful for.

Firstly, you mixed together your chemicals so they would be ready, pouring them into their respective trays. You then unloaded the roll of film from your camera. You looked over the negatives, finding some photos of Lucy that turned out great - thank god. You turned the negative around, placing it in the carrier before carefully removing any dust. You placed the carrier in the enlarger. You adjusted the size, using the focusing wheel to make sure it was completely in focus. You adjusted the lens aperture to F8, sliding a filter into the enlarger.

Next, you took a sheet of the photo paper and placed it into the easel. You exposed the photo onto the sheet of paper for about 5 seconds. You moved the sheet to your tray of developer, sliding it in quickly and carefully, then moved the tray gently, watching as the chemicals moved and your photo of Lucy developed in front of your eyes. After 60 seconds, you used the tongs to remove the photo and place it in the stop bath. You slid this tray around, too, using a separate pair of tongs to remove the print and place it into the fixer. After 30 seconds, you checked the thermometer in your tray of water, finding it perfectly at 68 degrees Fahrenheit. You removed the photo and placed it in the tray of water for 2 minutes, emptying and refilling the water a few times to make sure to wash away all the chemicals. When you were done, you hung the black and white photo to dry and continued with the others you wanted to print.

When you were done, you flipped the lights back on, gathering your prints. You checked the clock on the wall and were relieved to see there was still a decent chunk of lunch left - hopefully there would be some pizza left to grab. You pulled the door open and immediately smashed into something - or someone. You stumbled back, your photos falling from your hands.

“I’m so sorry! Here, let me help,” the guy said, crouching down to gather your stuff for you before you had the chance to. He stood, handing your stuff back, and you found yourself looking into the brown eyes of Jonathan Byers. He looked down at your photos as he handed them over. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I just finished up in here.” You brushed your hair behind your ear, feeling shy now that you were no longer in the safety of the darkroom alone.

Jonathan gave you a small kind smile, one that had your heart beating a little harder in your chest. “Your photos look great, by the way,” he added, gesturing to the prints clutched safely in your grasp.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, avoiding his gaze. You cursed yourself for the way you always got shy around other people. It was Jonathan, he was probably the nicest guy in your senior class.

Maybe it was the fact that you’d had a crush on him for forever, watching him in photography class, noticing the beautiful photographs he produced every single time. He was quiet, kind, kept to himself just like you. You had to admit you wanted to get to know him better, but you were scared.

“I’ll, uh, see you in class,” Jonathan said, that same friendly smile on his face. You nodded and slipped by him out of the door. You heard it close behind you as you quickly walked to the cafeteria, hoping there would be something left for you to eat.

You walked into 7th period Photography, taking your seat at your usual desk in the back. Mr. Howard was at the front of the room, talking with another student from last period as the rest of the class filed in. Jonathan gave you a small nod when he walked in, and you returned it before turning your head to hide the blush on your cheeks, again.

You turned in your work as class began, pleased with how the photographs of Lucy had turned out. About halfway through class, Mr. Howard clapped his hands together, commanding the attention of every student.

“Alright, class.” He drummed his hands on the desk like a drumroll, a mischievous smile on his face. “It’s time for your portrait partner project assignments!”

The whole class let out a chorus of groans. Mr. Howard only laughed. “Your partner assignments are posted on the bulletin board. Please check after class.”

Class went on as usual, but you couldn’t focus, too worried about who you would be paired with. You hated working with others, honestly. You preferred being alone whenever possible.

When class was over and most of your classmates had already left, you tentatively made your way over to the board. You scanned the list with your finger tracing down the list of names until you found your own, and the name beside it - Jonathan Byers.

It could definitely have been worse. Jonathan was nice, and he was talented. But he was also…really cute.

“Looks like we’re working together,” a voice came from behind you, and you turned to see Jonathan smiling politely with his bag over his shoulder.

“Looks like it,” you agreed, unable to make eye contact with him. “Do you…want to work at my place or yours?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment. “My mom has work until late and my brother has his D&D campaign, if you want to come over?”

“Sounds good,” you said. You hadn’t exactly been thrilled at the idea of Jonathan in your middle school style bedroom.

“I can give you a ride, if you want?”

The thought of riding in Jonathan Byers’ car alone with him terrified and excited you. You’d never been alone with a boy before.

“Okay,” you agreed, looking down to hide the blush on your face. You were pretty sure he saw right through you, though - you weren’t exactly being subtle.

He nodded towards the hallway, indicating for you to follow him out of the classroom. You did, and the two of you walked out to the school parking lot together. No one paid you any mind.

He led the way to his rusted Ford LTD. After unlocking the doors for you both, you slid into your respective seats. It took him a few times to get the car started, but eventually it did.

The Byers lived a bit out of the way, a good distance from the main part of Hawkins. So did you, but you had never been out this way. He drove up the dirt driveway of the small house, parking off to the side to leave room for his mother’s car.

You had never been to any of your classmate’s houses before - not since middle school when you were best friends with Chrissy Cunningham, before you drifted apart. It was strange being here alone with him, and the fact that you liked it was even stranger.

Jonathan unlocked the front door and led you inside, walking down the hall towards what you assumed was his bedroom. His room was tidy, his bed made and no clothes strewn across the floor. He had a turntable with stereo on his dresser with a large collection of records and an Evil Dead poster on the wall, which you noticed immediately.

“That’s my favorite movie!” You said, suddenly excited. “I love Ash.”

Jonathan smiled, gently setting his bags on the bed. “It’s a great movie. One of my favorites, too. You like horror?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “My favorite genre.”

You started browsing through his records. He had a lot of great music. You picked out The Smiths’ debut album. “Can I?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. He began pulling his camera out of its bag and getting it set up while you lifted the cover of the turntable and placed the record down gently. You turned it on and lowered the arm to the record, the music beginning to fill the room, quiet enough to just fill the background while you talked.

Jonathan turned to you with his camera in hand - a Pentax MX, you recognized. He fiddled with his settings a little, then smiled at you. “Ready to get started?”

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly shy again. “Where do you want me?”

“Um…” He thought for a second, looking around the space. “How about just against the wall here? Just a plain background. I’ll open the curtain.”

You moved to the wall, adjusting your hair as you walked. Jonathan held his camera up to his eye, making sure he was ready to shoot.

He directed you in a series of poses as he took photo after photo. It was extremely awkward - you were always the one behind the camera. You didn’t like being in front of it. But Jonathan was a complete professional, making you feel as comfortable as possible. You started having fun about the time the song switched to Pretty Girls Make Graves.

“Let’s take a little break, then we can switch,” he said after a good 30 minute session, lowering his camera. “You did great.”

As Jonathan put his equipment away, you wandered around his room. You spotted several books on photography on a shelf, and you reached for one, opening it up and flipping through it.

It was filled with black and white photographs, all of them beautiful portraits. You slowly looked through the book, admiring the stunning work, until you reached a section that made you stop, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“I don’t know how people have the confidence to do this,” you said, looking down at the tasteful nude photos. Women posing with their breasts fully exposed to the camera, each looking absolutely beautiful.

Jonathan looked over your shoulder. “It’s just art,” he said, a small smile on his face. “If you’re working with a photographer you’re comfortable with…I imagine it’s easy.”

You shook your head. “I can’t imagine.”

It was silent for a moment as you both gazed down at the photos. “Would you…ever want to try?”

Your head snapped around in his direction, your eyes wide. “What?”

“You- you could try it,” he said, suddenly very nervous. “We could try it. If you want to.”

You felt yourself blushing all over your entire body. You slowly closed the book, turning around to look at Jonathan. “You…want to take these kinds of photos…of me?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jonathan said with a shrug and that shy smile. “I’m a photographer. You’re modeling. And…you’re beautiful. You’d do amazing.”

You couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. Jonathan wanted to take nude photos, of you?? But you had to admit to yourself…you were intrigued. You hadn’t had any exciting experiences in your life. It was about time for something to happen.

And did he just call you beautiful?

“O…okay,” you said, trying to find your confidence. “How…do we do this?”

“Well,” Jonathan started. “You can, uh…undress, and I’ll get my camera ready?”

Your hands were shaking as you nodded slowly. “Okay,” you said. “Let’s do this.”

Jonathan turned around, giving you privacy as he fiddled with his camera. You lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it to the ground. Next you undid your jeans, pushing them down your legs and dropping them into a pile with your shirt. You took a deep breath before you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, dropping it and then sliding your panties down your legs.

Completely naked, you finally fully realized what you had gotten yourself into. You were currently standing naked in Jonathan Byers’ bedroom. You felt your nipples hardening as they were exposed to the cold air. You held a hand across your breasts, as if you weren’t completely naked from the waist down too and about to have nude photos taken. “Okay…I’m ready.”

Jonathan turned around, his eyes going wide when he saw you. His gaze raked over your body before meeting your eyes again. “You- uh- you look- you look great,” he said, pink blush rising on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but smile. It made you feel better that he was nervous, too. “Thanks,” you said shyly. “Um…I guess we should get started?”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Jonathan said quickly, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. “Um, you can stand over there?” He pointed to the blank space on his wall.

You moved over there, dropping your hands from your breasts. Jonathan locked eyes with them for just a moment before he was looking at your face again. “Want me to put on some music?”

“Please,” you said, feeling like it would help you get in the zone and be more comfortable.

Jonathan walked to the record player, flipping through his records before pulling one out and placing it on the turntable. David Bowie’s voice carried through the room, and you smiled. “I love Bowie.”

“Me too,” Jonathan said, returning your smile. He moved back in front of you and lifted the camera to his eye. “Okay, just pose like…this?” He said, miming the placement of your arms.

You held your arms behind your head the way he showed you, kneeling down on the carpet. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he said, snapping a bunch of photos. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed deeply. Having your naked body on full display was a new, terrifying experience, but it was also…exhilarating. You were kind of loving it.

Jonathan hadn’t felt so inspired in ages. Something about your body was perfect for photography, he thought you looked beautiful and you photographed like a real model. He could tell you were shy, but you were doing an amazing job. These photos were going to be some of the best he’d ever taken.

He instructed you through different poses, encouraging you the entire time. The longer the session lasted, the more comfortable you felt. By the time a few songs had passed, you were honestly having a great time.

“How about you sit on the bed for this one?” Jonathan said, gesturing to his bed. You sat down on the edge of it, looking to Jonathan for more instructions. “Just hold your arms like…this.”

You did your best to copy what Jonathan was trying to show you. “Like this?”

“No, kind of like…” He lowered his camera to hang around his neck and moved over towards you. “This.” He reached for your arms and began to pose you, but his fingers accidentally brushed over your hardened nipple. You gasped, jumping slightly at the sensation, and Jonathan looked up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” He said, dropping his hands. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay,” you said, giggling lightly. “I…didn’t mind.”

Jonathan looked into your eyes, like he was searching for something. His gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your eyes. The next thing you knew, he was leaning in, and you felt his lips press against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you kissed him back. His hand came up to cup the side of your head, his thumb caressing your cheek. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, dancing with your own.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. You were finally having your first kiss - at 18, but whatever - and it was with Jonathan Byers. While also naked.

Your hand slid beneath his shirt, feeling the skin of his stomach and chest. He pulled back and pulled it over his head before moving back to your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hands roamed your bare skin.

You pulled away, suddenly nervous. Jonathan looked as if you’d just yelled at him, like he felt bad for overstepping your boundaries, which he hadn’t done at all. “Have you…ever done this before?” You asked.

Jonathan looked back at you, this time a slight blush on his cheeks. “Uh, no. Never.”

“Me either,” you admitted, which made Jonathan smile a bit.

“I thought you’d think less of me,” he said. He reached for your hand and held it in his own. “Like I’m the Freak no one wants to go out with.”

“I don’t think that at all,” you assured him. It was your turn to place your hand on his cheek and turn him to look at you. “I think you’re really handsome. And the girls at school are missing out if they overlook you.”

Jonathan smiled again, his cheeks tinged red. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in school.”

You blushed as well, your whole body heating. “That’s definitely not true.”

“Well, I think it is.” Jonathan caressed your face with the back of his hand, looking into your eyes. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. The way I’ve always seen you.”

“You noticed me?” You were surprised, because no one noticed you. You were grateful you weren’t exactly picked on, but it would be nice for your classmates to know you’re there.

“Of course I did,” Jonathan said, like it was obvious. “You’re the best photographer in school. Your photos are always beautiful. You have so much talent, and you’re so pretty and kind.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He had noticed you? And not only noticed you, but felt those things about you like you had about him?

“I think you’re the best photographer in school,” you said shyly, unable to meet his gaze now. “And you’re always kind, even when people are dicks to you. And you’re so handsome it makes my heart beat faster when I see you.”

Jonathan smiled, looking down at his hands. “I can’t believe you feel the same way about me.”

You thought for a moment. You could keep sitting here being all shy, or you could take what you wanted. You could stop sitting on the sidelines of life and do something you want for once. Something he wants, too.

You turned to him, and he turned to you. You moved in, and he did the same. Your lips pressed together again, and you kissed him eagerly this time, your hand resting on his face as he placed his hand on your hip. You gently pushed him down on the bed, and he obeyed. He watched wide eyed as you climbed onto his lap, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hips.

“God, you…you look so beautiful,” he said breathless, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You grabbed his hands and slowly trailed them up your body, rubbing over your ass and up your sides until you placed them over your tits. His eyes somehow went even wider, a rush of air leaving his lips. “J-Jesus Christ.”

“You can touch me,” you said, bolder than you felt. “You can touch me wherever you want.”

Jonathan let out a shuddering breath and you removed your hands, leaving him there to do as he pleased. He slowly began massaging your tits, thumbs running over your peaked nipples, making you shiver. You rotate your hips as you grinded against his lap, feeling him growing harder and harder beneath you. His expression looked totally fucked out already and you’d barely even touched him.

Your hands slid under his t-shirt again. “Why don’t you take this off?”

He sat up quickly, pulling his shirt off and over his head. You took in the sight of his bare chest, hands roaming the now exposed skin. Then you surprised him by moving farther down his body. He breathed in a gasp of air as your hands began undoing his jeans.

He watched with rapt attention as you got them undone, lifting his hips to help you pull them and his boxers off his body. His cock sprung free, long and hard and leaking precum already. He was bigger than you expected.

“H-oh shit,” he breathed out as you wrapped your hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand. You moved forward and wrapped your lips around his tip, running your tongue around it experimentally. His hips bucked up- “Sorry! Shit, sorry-“ but you didn’t mind. You liked that he was so weak for you, so desperate for more of your touch.

You began bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking more of him every time you lowered your head. His hands were gripped in tight fists in his bed sheets, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them but needed to hold onto something.

You pulled off of him. “You can touch me,” you reminded him, a little giggle in your voice. “I want you to touch me.”

Jonathan just nodded, but when you went back to sucking his cock, he grabbed the back of your hair with one of his hands. He wasn’t shy about his moans - either that or he couldn’t help it - but you were loving it. You had never done this before, but the noises he was making let you know you were doing a good job. An amazing job, apparently.

“Baby,” he moaned, high and desperate. “Feels so good. Oh my god- it’s so good.”

You almost laughed, he was so cute, but you kept it together as you took him deeper and deeper with every pass, running your tongue around his tip every time you reached it.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned, his breaths coming in shorter bursts. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop right now. And I really…really wanna do more with you.”

You wouldn’t have minded making him cum with your mouth, but doing more sounded way too enticing. You pulled off of him and he watched as a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock, dropping his head back on the pillows with a groan.

Crawling up his body slowly, you placed kisses as you went, making him shudder. When you reached his lips you kissed him again, his hands sliding up your sides.

“God, you are…so hot,” he groaned, hands squeezing the plush skin of your ass before sliding back up your body, enjoying every inch of you.

“So are you,” you hummed, kissing his neck, biting and sucking when you found the spot that made him moan. Then, to your surprise, he grabbed you and flipped you both so he was on top.

He started kissing your neck, making you moan beneath him as he left purple hickies on your skin. You felt his hard cock pressed up against your core, and he pulled back, looking at you with pleading eyes that contradicted his next words.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his voice raspy. It was obvious he very much did. “We don’t have to. If you want to stop now, we can.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you said quickly. “I…want to keep going. Do you have a condom?”

“Shit,” he hissed. “No. This isn’t, uh, something I do often.”

You giggled. “It’s okay. We can still do it. Just, uh…pull out?”

Jonathan nodded vigorously. “I can do that.”

He reached down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around his cock as he dragged the head between your folds, gathering your slick on him. Then he was pressing at your entrance, gaze darting back up to look into your eyes.

“Let me know if you don’t like it, okay?” He said. “I can stop any time. We don’t have to do this.”

“Jonathan,” you said with a small laugh. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

He nodded, then looked back down to where you were connected as he slowly began pushing inside. It stung at first, the intrusion unfamiliar and painful the farther he filled you, but it eased into a kind of pleasure before long. You held onto his shoulders tightly.

Jonathan groaned when he bottomed out inside of you, body shuddering from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside your tight, wet walls. It felt amazing for him, better than his hand, better than what he dreamed sex would be like. You were perfect, like your body was made for him, made to take him.

“Oh my god, Jonathan,” you moaned. “Feels so good. You’re so big. Please move, need you to fuck me.”

He moaned, hand gripping tightly in the bed sheets again. “Fuck, if you say things like that I’m gonna cum faster than I want to.”

He pulled back out slowly before rolling his hips back into you. It felt even better that time, a high whine coming from your lips. Reassured seeing that you were enjoying it, he set a steady pace, thrusting into you quickly. He buried his face in your neck, moaning as he truly began to fuck you.

“God, this is…fuck, feels so good. You feel so fucking good. Shit, I can’t-“ He cut himself off with another moan, high and whiney and so fucking hot.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at his dark brown locks. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guiding him to fuck you faster, which had him moaning your name over and over again.

“Jonathan,” you moaned, back arching off the bed. “Please, I-“

Jonathan reached between your bodies, fingers beginning to rub at your clit. He had the idea, but didn’t exactly know what he was doing.

“Rub in circles,” you told him, although what he was doing didn’t feel bad. He did as you instructed, rubbing quick tight circles on the sensitive bud. “Fuck, yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

The combined feeling of his cock deep inside you and his fingers working against your clit had a coil tightening in your belly, your peak coming faster and faster. “Jon, I’m-“

Your orgasm crashed into you, having you seeing stars as your back arched off the bed, pussy clenching around him as you called his name again and again. “Jonathan! Oh my god, Jonathan-“

It sent Jon over the edge too, crying out loudly as he quickly pulled out and pumped his cock a couple times as he shot his load all over your chest, stomach and thighs. It was so much, and you had never seen a guy cum before. You watched him with wide eyes, the sight turning you on all over again.

You both caught your breath, trying to calm down after all that. Jonathan reached for a dirty shirt on the floor and cleaned you off, then laid down on his bed next to you.

“That was absolutely incredible,” he breathed, wrapping an arm around you. “You were incredible.”

“That was amazing,” you agreed. He leaned over and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Be my girlfriend,” he said, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

You raised your eyebrows. “Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he laughed. “Haven’t you realized how into you I am? Especially after all this?”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “Yes. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The two of you cuddled in bed for a while longer, until you looked over at his alarm clock and saw the time. “Oh god. I’m gonna be late for curfew.”

Jonathan looked over at the time, too. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. Do you want me to give you a ride home?” He asked. “We can, uh, do your part of the project tomorrow,” he added, cheeks tinged red.

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling and giving him a kiss. “Sounds good to me.”

You both got dressed, trying to look as if you hadn’t done what you had just done. You left his room and headed down the hall - seeing Jonathan’s mom, Joyce, sitting in the living room.

She smiled at you awkwardly. “Hi, so nice to meet you.”

You took her hand in yours, blushing furiously as Jonathan avoided eye contact with his mother. “Nice to meet you, too,” you said, giving her your name.

As you and Jonathan walked out hand in hand, he turned to you. “She definitely knew what we did.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

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summary: you agree to let dr crane experiment on you for ‘scientific purposes’.

jonathan crane x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, based on this ask here <3, dub-con, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, kinda innocent!reader, doctor kink, jon being a condescending ass, unprotected p in v

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When you agreed to let Dr Crane experiment on you, you certainly hadn’t had anything remotely crude on your mind. A few tests, you thought, maybe he’d take your bloods— anything to help his scientific studies along and you agreed to be his little guinea pig for the day.

So, when he had you undress and get upon his silver operating table, it was quite the shock.

“Push your knees up to your chest,” he hummed, having you hold them in place while he analysed your pussy, “gotta make sure these tests are thorough, don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Jonathan ran a knuckle through your folds watching them flutter around his digit and coat it in your sweet slick, clit throbbing in anticipation just waiting for his touch.

“D-Dr Crane,” you stuttered out, finding it hard to keep your mewls choked down when he used a thumb and forefinger to spread you open, inspecting you even deeper. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of a smirk that lifted his mouth before he pouted at you, mocking you, though you had no idea.

“But you said you’d let me experiment on you, sweetheart,” he cooed, using his other hand to pat at your thigh, attempting to somewhat calm your heavy breaths and wide eyes. “It’s for scientific purposes, you know that.”

You bit your lip, unsure.

“For science?” You repeated hopefully, staring at him with glistening eyes, eager to help the young scientist in any way, even if it did mean touching your most private parts.

“For science.” He nodded, “now be a good little patient and let the doctor carry on with his tests.”

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded anyway.

“O-of course, doctor.”

You resumed your position, chest already heaving from the tense atmosphere, peering down at his trailing hands when they squeezed at the fat of your thighs.

Jonathan’s thumb and forefinger parted your pussy lips, opening you up for him and exposing the pretty little pearl of your clit. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb to it, rubbing in figure eights, watching your facial expressions and how they changed with such simple touches, soft whines escaping the confines of your throat.

His eyes flitted back to your cunt, watching your arousal seep with each circle of his thumb, your hole clenching, desperate to be filled.

So he did just that and slipped a finger inside you, curling the digit upwards as it hit the base of his knuckle, and he smirked when you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your wetness just letting him slip right in, having him easily add another finger on his outward thrust.

“Oh, doctor,” you breathed, clenching hard around his fingers, the crude squelching causing your cheeks to burn.

“How do you feel, dear?” He asked, the tips of his fingers prodding at the spongy wall of your g-spot.

“F-feels good,” you managed to choke out, bashfully meeting his smug gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

A virgin, he thought. Of course you were, pathetic little lamb— with the way you shivered from just his words alone he should’ve known. Hell, it made him harder, cock growing and forming a tent underneath his slacks, throbbing hotly and just begging to be released.

“I’m so glad to hear it, dear,” he cooed, reaching up to pat at your cheek with his palm, a little too hard, though you were sure he didn’t mean a thing by it.

With each passing moment, your belly started to tighten, growing warm and tingly, butterflies were flapping around and you felt like you needed to pee.

“Dr Crane, I feel strange,” you pouted, tears threatening to ebb over your waterline, it felt so good, but so unfamiliar.

“Just let go, darling,” he said, “this is what I was hoping for— my tests are going absolutely splendidly.”

Before you knew it, your orgasm rushed over you, your slick gushing along his fingers and down his wrist, your pussy clenching and spasming around his still prodding digits and you heaved out sobs. The feeling was so intense, so good, you hadn’t realised anything could feel as good as what Jonathan had made you feel.

“Say thank you, dear, it’s only polite.” He was smirking, though you somehow mistook it for a smile.

You nodded your head, staring at him with big, glassy eyes.

“Of course,” you breathed, “thank you, doctor.”

You had started to settle, your breathing and heartbeat evening out, until Jonathan’s thumb pressed to your clit once again, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub.

You whined out, you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. You grabbed onto his wrist, clawing at his skin and gasping into the stuffy air.

“In our agreement you said you’d take whatever I gave you, correct?” He spoke, an unoccupied hand grabbing at your cheeks, your lips jutting out into a pout.

You nodded, eyes wide like saucers and you shifted from all the fondling to your poor clit.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, much more stern that time, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing from underneath his lenses.

“Y-yes, doctor.” You nodded.

“Well then,” he muttered, letting go of your face, directing his attention to your quivering cunt. “You’ll be a good girl and do just that.”

Quickly, another orgasm approached, simply by him playing with your abused little clit, urging you to cum for him and watch your hole quiver around nothing.

One after the other, over and over again, you came around his fingers and on his hand, your body heaving and jolting from the constant painful pleasure, he had to restrain you with a hand to your stomach, pinning you to the table and forcing you to ride out each orgasm.

Jonathan’s cock was painfully hard, and he reached down to palm at himself, smirking when he caught you staring, pussy fluttering at the sight.

“Now for my last experiment,” he pulled at his belt, tugging it from the loops and unzipping his fly, grasping at his cock, he pulled it from his briefs, pumping himself a few times, little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dripping from his tip.

You were babbling, completely inebriated from his touch— he was so long, and just the right amount of thickness, veins protruding along either side and underneath, his tip a pretty shade of red that had your mouth watering.

“Let’s see if you can take this, hm?” He mocked you, pouting down at your pathetic form, tears streaming down your cheeks, long lines of mascara staining your skin all the way down your neck. “M’sure you can— been so greedy for everything I’ve given you so far.”

He tapped his cock against your pussy, the wetness splashing up against your thighs, the obscene sounds of your sopping cunt had you blushing.

He pushed into you without a warning, to the hilt with no resistance, your creamy pussy letting him slip right inside, the mushroomed head of his pretty cock nudging at your spot so deep inside, even his fingers couldn’t reach.

Oh, you felt so full.

“Such a good little patient.” He groaned. “On second thoughts, I might need you to stay overnight— get a much more thorough examination.”

[rafedaddy01]

Can I request:

Being rafes nanny and having s x with him in the shower

His wife walks in and starts talking to him not knowing you are in there

You whisper in rafes ear:" if you stop f ing me I am gonna start to loudly moan"

He f your harder and faster

C ming inside of you while his wife is on the other side of the door complaining that your are late

Summary: being Rafes nanny comes with extra benefits

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You’re breasts are pressed up against the cold shower wall in your bosses bathroom as he fucks into you from behind, his hand wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet.

Your hands lay flat against the cold stone, holding you up as Rafes cock goes in and out at a perfect tempo.

Pleasure skyrockets up your spine and your eyes roll back.

“That’s it, little slut. Take it” Rafe whispers against your ear as the sound of water drowns out his grunts and moans.

Your moans are muffled against his palm.

You’re too lost in the sensation of how he feels inside you that you don’t hear his wife come inside the bathroom until you see her shadow through the shower door.

Rafes hand tightens around your mouth but his cock doesn’t stop pushing into you.

You try to free yourself from his grasp and stop him but he holds you down, fucking into you harder and making your whole body shake in arousal.

You’re on the verge of tears, from fear of being caught and all the pressure on your pussy becoming too much to handle.

You shut your eyes and try to focus on something else besides his wife’s voice.

Your heart beats at a fast pace, your thighs shake and you’re both excited at the thought of being caught and frightened at the same time.

Then you hear your name and your eyes shoot open, your mind coming back to reality.

You turn to look rafe in the eyes as his wife continues to speak and his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, “if she isn’t here in the next 15 minutes we’re gonna be late!” You hear her leave the bathroom and suddenly your body’s flipped around as your legs wrap around Rafes body and he fucks into you faster and harder chasing his release.

“Fuck, that was a close one princess” his hands go to your ass as he holsters you up.

“Better hurry up, I got 15 minutes” you grin at him as you start bouncing on his cock the best you can.

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[insidekatmind]

The End~Jude Bellingham x reader (feat.Jonathan Daviss)

You’re sitting on the bed, your hands trembling as you clutch your phone. Jude is across the room, his face locked in an expression you barely recognize. The love that once united you feels like a distant memory, suffocated by glittering nights, applause, and trophies.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you try to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Jude runs a hand through his hair, his gaze evasive. “What do you want from me? I’m doing my best!”

“Your best?” you repeat, incredulous. “You don’t even look at me the way you used to. All that matters to you now is football, Real Madrid, your image. I... I don’t exist in your life anymore.”

He scoffs, as if your words are a burden. “That’s not true. But you don’t understand the pressure I’m under. I have responsibilities.”

“And me?” your voice rises, pain spilling out. “Don’t I matter? When was the last time you asked me how I was? When did you actually listen to how I felt?”

Jude stays silent, and that silence speaks louder than any words could. There’s nothing left to say. You stand, gathering your things with shaky hands.

“Goodbye, Jude,” you say, your voice breaking. You expect him to stop you, to say something, anything. But he doesn’t.

---

Six months have passed. You’ve changed. You’re no longer the insecure girl who needed approval. Now, you’re a singer the world is beginning to notice. The success of your latest single, Older, has catapulted you into the spotlight, and the lyrics are a gut punch to anyone who knows how to read between the lines.

“All I needed was someone who truly saw me, someone who treated me the way I deserved. Were you ever really that person?”

The song is everywhere. Jude can’t avoid it, no matter how hard he tries. Every time he turns on the radio, he hears your voice, each word a dagger to his chest. But what’s eating him even more are your social media posts.

In one of your latest photos, you’re with Jonathan Daviss, the actor from Outer Banks. The two of you are close, his smile radiant, his hand casually placed on your waist—a proximity that seems too natural to be accidental. And the caption doesn’t help.

“A man who knows how to treat a woman. 🌹”

Jude sees the photo, and it sets his blood boiling. Jonathan.He can’t get him out of his head.

“I can’t stand it,” he mutters to Vinicius, sitting next to him during practice.

“Who?” Vinicius asks with a smirk. “Ah, you mean your ex? I saw the photo. Nice shot, don’t you think?”

Jude shoots him a glare that could kill.

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You’re at an event, a music awards ceremony. You’re wearing an elegant black dress that hugs every curve with class and grace. Jonathan is by your side, his arm casually draped across your back. You’re there to accept an award for your song, and the entire room is watching you with admiration.

But among all the eyes on you, there’s one gaze you feel the most. Jude is there. He wasn’t invited, but someone brought him as a special guest. You notice him immediately: he looks flawless, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel vulnerable.

After the ceremony, as you make your way to the bar, you find him there. He’s leaning against the counter, a glass of something amber in his hand. You approach him, not because you want to, but because you feel like you have no other choice.

“Congratulations,” he says, his voice lower than you remember. “Your song... It’s powerful.”

“Thanks,” you reply coldly, trying to maintain your composure.

Jude looks at you intensely, the pain evident in his eyes. “It’s about me, isn’t it?”

You smile, but it’s a bitter smile. “If you think it’s about you, maybe you should ask yourself why.”

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “I know I messed up. I know I lost you because I was... blind, stupid. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“This isn’t the time for those words, Jude,” you cut him off, searching for Jonathan in the crowd.

But Jude doesn’t back down. “He doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t love you like I do.”

“And how would you know?” you challenge, feeling anger rising. “Jonathan treats me like a queen. Something you never did.”

Jude stays silent for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. But I can’t accept it. I can’t accept that it’s over between us.”

His words hit you, but you’re unsure of what you feel. All you know is that you’ve changed, and maybe, just maybe, you no longer want to be the girl who needs saving. Perhaps this time, it’s up to you to decide what you really want.

[genesiswrld]

Me casually about to add jojos on my blurbs masterlist🤭🥴

[eiightysixbaby]

Pls!! More eddie x jonathan x reader You write them so well 😔🙏

your wish is my command 🫡

cw: 18+ please! oral (f receiving)

The gentle glide of fingers down your spine barely registers in your brain. At first, it manifests in your dreamscape, perhaps as a chill running down your back or a kind stranger resting their hand there.

It continues, though, slowly pulling you from the dregs of sleep. Your brain works on a lag, putting the details together one by one.

Your body, bare atop the mattress save for the bunched blankets over your feet. Warm spring morning sunlight peeking in through the windows, making sweat just barely start to prickle where your side meets the sheets beneath you. A gentle hand, running its fingers up and down your spinal column. And then a soft hum from a different person entirely.

Bit by bit, your brain produces memories from last night. Four hands, two tongues, working all over your body. The sharp bite of teeth into the side of your neck. Sweat-slick skin, pressed between two strong bodies. The pleasantly painful ache of overstimulation. Moans, screams of ecstasy.

The tenderness of the present moment is no coincidence. It’s intentional, it’s continued aftercare.

Your eyes open in no particular rush, blinking up at Jonathan, who looks down at you with his warm brown eyes and lopsided smile.

“G’morning sweetheart,” he murmurs, and you feel the mattress dip behind you with the weight of another.

Eddie leans over you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Hey sleepyhead.”

“Hi,” you say to both of them, rolling more onto your back and stretching your arms over your head.

Jonathan’s mouth finds its way to your neck as you relax back into the plush mattress. It’s nothing like it was last night, this time there will be no roughness, no grit. No hurry. He slowly kisses his way down your neck while Eddie lets his hands cup your breasts. His fingertips lightly swirl over your nipples, satisfied in the way they perk up for him.

Eddie presses his lips to yours, languid and gentle. You register the feeling of Jonathan climbing atop you, continuing his descent with kisses that trail over your breasts, down your tummy, until he’s fully settled contently between your thighs.

You moan softly into Eddie’s mouth when Jonathan’s tongue licks a flat stripe up through your folds.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Eddie asks, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes.

“Mhm,” you whine, arching your back off the bed as Jonathan’s tongue swipes your clit.

Eddie brings one of his hands down your body, fingers tracing gentle circles over your pubic bone. You can feel your arousal seeping out of you, and Jonathan’s quick to lap up every drop you give him.

He looks up momentarily, eyes peering through his shaggy hair to meet Eddie’s.

“Let me get a taste, Byers,” he prompts, and Jonathan happily obliges.

Sometimes you think he likes watching Eddie eat you out just as much as he likes eating you out himself.

Eddie pulls his unruly hair back into a low bun, ensuring that it stays out of his way while he works on you. His tongue finds your folds and you inhale sharply, goosebumps breaking out on your skin.

“You like when we eat you out, don’t you angel?” Jonathan murmurs against your ear, his lips pressing soft to the side of your face.

“Yes,” you whimper softly, tangling his fingers in his hair as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

“Gotta take care of our girl,” he says against your lips.

Eddie’s subsequent groan is all the agreement you need from him. And they’re sure to take good care of you, making you cum until you’re seeing stars.

What a way to start the day.

[rubiehart]

can you write something for jj + pope having a crush/dating a kook! reader? headcanons maybe? :)

i think you meant them both separately having a crush on kook!reader like not both at the same time?? but if this isn’t what you’re looking for lmk and i can totally rewrite it!! also this came out way longer than expected, i got carried away…

JJ!

✧ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he wouldn’t come up to you right away, especially if you were the so called ‘kook princess’, he’d study you from afar at first, catching glimpses of you at a kegger or maybe on the marsh with your girls catching some sun in your skimpy little bikini.

✧ you’d catch his attention because you weren’t a complete bitch like a lot of the other kook girls he’d had encounters with for starters, but also because you were the complete opposite of the tom boy-ish girls from the cut.

✧ he wouldn’t mentioned his (not so) little crush on you to any of the other pogues because he knew exactly what they would say ‘she’s too good for you jj.’, knowing all about his promiscuity, but he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

✧ you first talked to him at some kegger thrown for the start of summer, despite your good girl reputation you and jj managed to bounce off each others jokes pretty much all night, bantering like friends which was refreshing coming from a kook, he hadn’t expected you to be like this but he somehow liked you more because of it.

✧ this obviously confused the pogues. jj bagging the kook princess? no chance. you were polar opposites. when jj was questioned about it he just told john b ‘what can i say man, opposites attract.’ with a wink which made john b roll his eyes.

✧ you’d been talking for a while when you came to realise the talk about the ‘big bad pogue jj maybank’ wasn’t real, and he was a genuinely nice guy and you really did like him even though he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d usually go for, stuck up preppy assholes were more expected, you guessed. that’s why so many people questioned your close relationship with jj and why you’d bother with a pogue like him, which you’d answer with some more than impolite remark or hand gesture or a punch in the face, when some bitch spoke about the man you were forced to love in secret because of the split between kooks and pogues.

✧ after you started dating and the news was out to the island, the waters seemed to calm down and you could walk around the island together holding hands, truly in love without getting yelled at by some random boneheaded kook just for simply being together.

✧ when he’d spend the night at your house, he’d be surprised by the luxury you’d been given on a silver spoon all your life, not exactly envious per-se just more shocked you weren’t a brat about it, lounging on your comfy mattress that he seemed to welcome him perfectly, your warm skin pressed up to his own and just you. clouding his senses as he drifted off to sleep with a lil’ smile on his face.

✧ you’d wear his shirts to bed sometimes when he’d sleepover, seeing them practically engulfing you making him all warm and fuzzy inside, leaning to press a big sloppy kiss to your lips making you giggle and push him away, whining “jayjjjj!” he’d just wink and reply “y’know you love me pretty girl.”

POPE!

✧ pope is honestly such a sweetheart so i feel like he’d be introduced through friends, way too nervous to go up to you himself, eventually your friends would scatter leaving you both a little further down the beach huddled around the fire pit soaking in the little warmth the flickering flame gave out.

✧ he’d be stuttering over his words, trying to keep eye contact with you through the conversation but it was a challenge because you were easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

✧ after talking for a little while you took a liking to him, inviting him to hangout at the beach the next night, deciding to set up a little beach picnic for the two of you, wanting to get to know him properly away from your tipsy conversation at the boneyard party the previous night.

✧ he’d gone home and told the pogues about the night you had planned, all giddy and smiling, john b slapping him on the shoulder with a prideful grin “that’s my boy.”

✧ he’d arrived at the beach, a lot quieter than usual especially when the sun was setting, seeing your white jeep in the parking lot, clearly empty and mad his way down to the shoreline, spotting you on a white and red checkered blanket, waving rapidly and giggling when you saw him smile and wave, shoving his hands into his pockets and making the rest of the way over to you.

✧ his body tensed up when he saw you wrapped up in a pretty yellow sundress, hugging your body in all the right places and your hair flowing freely down your back and splayed over your shoulders care-freely. “hey pope!” you smiled, getting up to engulf him in a hug, breathing in his musky scent and settling down onto the picnic blanket. he reciprocated the hug and pulled away looming into your eyes.

✧ “you uh, you look really pretty.” he stuttered out nervously, gesturing to your figure. you giggled and raised your eyebrows, eyes taking down his own body, “you clean up nice yourself, heyward.” you smile, which you see a faint blush grace his cheeks which you decide not to poke fun about, already sensing his nervousness, which honestly you found adorable.

✧ you continued in comfortable conversation about anything and everything, once he got comfortable enough he started telling you all about himself, his dad’s business, where he was planning to go to college and his goals for the future, he seemed to know what he wanted which was a total green flag, giggling at all of the jokes he’d make and adding in your own little stories every now and then.

✧ as the sun started dipping beneath the horizon casting a dark orange hue over the whole landscape, and most of the food was gone, excuse a few spilled grapes from trying to throw and catch them into each others mouths, giggling loudly when they missed and bounced of pope’s forehead, he turned to you, “i always thought you were the prettiest girl on the island.” your eyes met his at his sudden confession and you looked suprised, never been told something like that before, “really?” you whispered quietly, not quiet believing what he said.

✧ “really.” he said, feeling a spur of confidence seeing the starstruck look on your face and deciding it was now or never. “want me to prove it?” he whispered, leaning in to tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, you nodding dumbfoundly and swallowing, not believing this was really happening. he leaned in and your warm lips were connected passionately, tasting him on your tongue, and nothing else mattered.

[moonydoodlez]

whimpery jonathan LOLOLOLOL. seriously

-🕸️

I'm Hard

Pairing: Jonathan x F!reader

Warnings: sub jonathan, blow job, overstimulation, language

Wordcount: 527

note: this kinda sucks, jaden this is ur gift. theres no holiday this is just for you lol

The week prior you and Jonathan had been cooking dinner together. You guys were joking around and just pacing about the kitchen. While stirring the soup you were making some of it splattered and it hit his arm.

He let out a whimper as he scurried across the kitchen grabbing a towel. You wanted to ask if he was ok. However the only thing circling your mind was the fact that he just whimpered. Your mind replayed the sound over and over. You needed to hear that again.

So now every time you would start to get it on you wanted to hear that noise. He must've been shy of making any noise, because no matter how hard you tried he always quieted himself.

"Just let me take care of you" You whisper slowly crawling up him so you could straddle his waist. He was now laying under you only wearing boxers. He lifted himself up on his elbows so he could stare at you.

Your hands glided along his pale skin before reaching his boxers. You slowly palmed him through the thin layer of his boxers. You made sure to graze the tip through the fabric watching him slightly jolt under you.

You slightly smiled to yourself as you pulled his boxers down. His breath hitched as you reached to put his cock in your hand.

"So pretty" You murmur as you place kisses on the tip. His cock twitched under your touch as you gathered the pre-cum so you could glide your hands from the tip to the base of his cock.

His breaths got faster the minute your lips wrapped around the tip. You inched yourself down his cock making sure to watch his beautiful face.

"Fuck" He breathed out as your mouth hit the base. You stayed there for a few seconds before pulling up to stop yourself from gagging. He watched as you bobbed your head slowly.

You couldn't stop the ache that had started, leaving a wet patch on your light blue panties. You continued pleasuring him trying to distract yourself from the heat you were feeling between your legs.

Then it happened. As you carefully licked his slit as he was getting closer and closer, he whimpered. You continued doing what you had been as you carefully stroked his cock.

"Fuck" He moaned bucking his hips hard causing him to hit the back of your throat.

"Y- your mouth feels so good" He whimpered watching you intently as you bobbed your head up and down.

You could feel him beginning to twitch. You pulled your head up so that when he came you wouldn't choke. As he came in your throat you swallowed and kept going.

"What are you doing" He whimpered grabbing the sheets as you continued bobbing your head up. "Oh god. Please. please" He begged as you kept going.

Finally you weakened your paces and pulled your mouth off with a pop. Saliva dripped down your lips as you stared at him. He was laying back against the pillow breathing heavy.

You giggled as you crawled over toward him to wrap your arms around his thin body.

Masterlist Jonathan Masterlist

[darlingsfandom]

Could you write about a hardcore dirty Cillian Murphy dr crane non con smut?

TW: CNC!, swearing , nipple sucking, p in v unprotected , cream pie, semi stalking.

You sighed softly as you pulled the blanket over your lower half, fluffed the pillow and switched through the tv channels until you found something that caught your attention. An episode passed by before you found yourself falling asleep.

The wind blew in from your cracked window. No matter how often he told you to keep it closed, you never listened. You had been with Jonathan for over a year and you’ve had your ups and downs and now was one of the down moments. The two of you had got into it about having dinner with your friends that he couldn’t stand. He told you that they were no good for you, but you don’t listen to him about it because he himself has no friends. Now you were sleeping alone in your house while he was either at work again or in his own home, you didn’t care! You were mad that he never wanted to do what you wanted.

You found yourself stirring a little in your sleep. It was a mix from the breeze, your emotions and the fact you had to pee. After debating for a minute you got up to use the bathroom and by the time you got back something felt weird. You shook off the feeling and got back into bed. Your eyes instantly closed and your soft snores filled the room along with the tv softly speaking which was comforting to his ears as he watched you from your closet.

Jonathan had snuck into yourself very carefully. He knew your routine , you’re a creature of habit which he enjoyed for this very reason and the fact it was easy to track you like a lost puppy. You were his little lost puppy. He watched as you turned on your side. You looked like a mess but so peaceful. Your tit was hanging out of your tank top, which had hardened since the cool air kept blowing in, your hair was sticking to the side of your face and your mouth was slightly parted. He lingered for an hour watching how you turned , how you snored, how a tiny moan caught his attention.

The sound of your moan perked his ears. Your nose was scrunching as your legs moved in a way he found interesting. Jonathan moved slowly towards you as you stirred. He moved until he was at the edge of your bed and licked his lips. His hands stroked the side of your head softly making you purr. He stood over you inhaling your scent slowly until you started to slowly wake up from your dream.

Your eyes slowly opened and it was still dark but you could tell that someone was standing there in your sleepy state. The scream you let out was quickly covered as he slapped his hand over your mouth while he climbed over top of you.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut.” He whispered into your ear while you squirmed beneath him. Jonathan grabbed the bottom of your shirt and hiked it up and took it off. He kept his hand over your mouth as he lowered his head to suck on your nipples slowly. He always loved sucking on your perky nipples made him feel a certain way. You whined against his hand as you laid there like a good girl. He switched from one nipple to the other looking up at you to see your pleading eyes. Jonathan slowly pulled on your nipples with his teeth making you scream against his hand. He looked at you with that certain look that made your thighs clench.

You watched as he stood up and grabbed your hips to peel off your shorts. Part of you wanted to kick him but you knew better than to disobey him. Johnathan undid his own pants slowly as you laid like you were glued to the bed. Slowly he climbed back on top of you.

“Be my good girl and just take it.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your folds. “You’re always such a good girl. You’re such a simple creature, never wears panties to sleep, always in a tight little top, so easy to take advantage of you.” You were clenching around nothing. It was wrong that his words and actions turned you on this much! It was disgusting yet you loved it. He held your thighs open as he pushed the head of his cock into your tight hole making him moan in the way you liked.

“Fuck! You have such a nice pussy sweetheart.” You whined loudly as Jonathan pushed all the way in. He held onto your hips pinning you down . You laid there taking it as he slowly thrusted his hips in and out of you watching how you sucked him in each time. You went to grab his arms but he moved his hands and gripped your wrist to pin them above your head. Jonathan leaned down and kissed you hard making you moan against his lips while he picked up his pace and started pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You laid there taking the pounding. You were his little doll, a fuck toy that took every inch of him while he moaned above you about how sweet you are, how your pussy was made for him and you loved every second of it. Jonathan was squeezing your wrist hard and his thrusts got sloppy. Before you could say anything, he was whining out his high as he pumped you full of cum!

“No no! Pull out! I’m not on the pill! You tried to scratch at his hands but it was too late!

Jonathan smirked to himself as he pulled out and tapped the head of his cock against your tummy before standing up, turning on the lamp on your bedside table and grabbed some tissues.

“I will say darling, that was a very good idea you had.” He gave you a kiss on the head as you laid there with a smile. Sure, no normal person would find this normal but CNC was something you two wanted to try for a while and it was worth it.

[keeryhours]

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“You ever get tired of listening to Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut?”

Jonathan put his book down, giving you a playfully displeased look. “It’s a nice life.”

“And how’s your love life going?”

Jonathan threw the small paperback at you, which you dodged quickly. “I’ve got a better idea of what we can do tonight while your mom and Will are gone anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” Jonathan sat up. “What’s that?”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a baggie of weed, waving it. “Courtesy of my brother.”

Jonathan took the baggie from your hands, examining it. “Does he know you took this?”

“No,” you shrugged, “but he owes me anyway.”

“I don’t even want to know what for.”

The smell from the baggie was pungent, spreading throughout the room already. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t know you had it the second you walked in. “My mom will kill me.”

“She won’t know.” You opened the baggie and began spreading it out on Jonathan’s desk. “Have you ever smoked before?”

“You know the answer to that,” Jonathan mumbled. You knew he hadn’t done much living at all.

“Do you want to try it?”

Jonathan paused. “I don’t know.”

“Are you scared?” You smirked. “You know my brother does it all the time and he’s fine. Mostly. He even taught me how to roll.”

Jonathan straightened some of his photographs on his desk. “I don’t know that I would call Eddie-“

“Don’t even finish that thought,” you said. Despite how much you and Eddie could bicker, you loved each other fiercely and would defend each other to your last breath.

You took a paper out of the little box and spread the weed out over it. Jonathan watched you closely as you began to roll the joint. “I guess I’ll try it.”

You nearly squealed. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not?” He sat down on his bed again, watching you work. He was a little nervous, but he wouldn’t admit that to you. He was sure you’d done this before, plenty of times.

When you were done rolling, you held up the joint proudly. It was perfect, as far as Jonathan could tell. “You got a lighter?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jonathan grabbed a lighter from his bedside drawer. He had bought it when he decided to try cigarettes, but he didn’t like them much. He hoped he’d like the weed better. You and Eddie both smoked cigarettes - the two of you were eerily alike. Same wild brown curls, too. Jonathan dreamed of running his fingers through yours.

You sparked up the joint and took the first hit. Jonathan watched, then did just as you had when you passed it to him. He was able to inhale the smoke and blow it out without coughing his head off, and you gave him an impressed nod that sent his heart soaring.

He did like the way the weed made him feel. He felt relaxed, calm, happy. Everything was entertaining, everything was hilarious. And you were even more beautiful than you were every other day. Jonathan couldn’t believe his luck, having such a beautiful best friend, currently sitting in his bed - now, if only you felt the same way about him.

He couldn’t stop looking at you. You made him feel…everything. You made him feel alive. He wanted to kiss you more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

“You’re beautiful.”

The words were out of his mouth before he even realized. He didn’t even notice he had interrupted you mid-story. Your big brown eyes went wide.

“What?”

Jonathan didn’t know what to do. He was panicking internally, not sure how to get himself out of this one. “I- I mean-“

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Jonathan’s eyes searched your face for any sign of anger, or that you were about to laugh in his face. “Yeah. I…I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

You smiled, and for a horrible second he thought you really were about to laugh at him. “Jon…”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly. “I just…you needed to hear it. I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. I love-“

Your eyes widened even further, and Jonathan’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Love?”

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Sure,” you giggled. Your faces were so close together, mere inches apart. You could feel his shaking breath slightly on your face. You lifted your hand and rested it on his cheek. His eyes darted down to your lips then back to your eyes.

“You don’t have to-“

You interrupted his thought by kissing him. Jonathan whimpered when he felt your lips on his for the first time, and it made you giggle into the kiss. Your lips worked together easily - you took the lead, showing him what to do. You definitely were the more experienced here.

He was so eager to kiss you back, fingers finally running through your beautiful hair the way they’d been itching to do. His tongue traced the seam of your lips and you happily let him in. Once you had parted your lips, Jonathan realized he didn’t exactly know what to do, so you took the lead again, licking against his tongue and making him moan.

His hand slid up your front, groping at your tits over your faded Hellfire t-shirt. You moaned into the kiss and it gave him the confidence to pull your shirt completely over your head.

His eyes locked on your tits once your shirt was out of the way. He had never seen a girl naked before in real life - and still hadn’t, but seeing you shirtless was a step in the right direction. He’d fantasized about it - about you - for years.

“You can touch me,” you said softly. “I want you to touch me.”

“You sure?” Jonathan asked. His hands hovered over your body, like he was scared or worried he’d scare you away.

“Jon,” you giggled and climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Touch me.”

He placed his hands on your bare waist. Your skin was so smooth beneath his palms, he just rubbed up and down, feeling you. You smelled so good, too, like some kind of fruity soap or perfume. It made his cock harder in his jeans, the femininity of it.

He moved his hands up, cupping over your tits. He groaned, feeling them up, before he boldly moved around and unclasped your bra. His eyes were locked on your tits as the material fell away, then  finally, finally they were fully exposed.

Jonathan pulled your body into him, wrapping his mouth around your nipple. You gasped, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as he swirled his tongue around it, sucking on your nipple and making you moan.

“Jon-!” you moaned, arching your back further into him. His hands felt you up, sliding up and down your back as he sucked on your nipples, giving both plenty of attention. You could feel him already incredibly hard beneath your lap.

“You taste so good,” he groaned as he finally pulled back and looked up at you with wonder. “So good.”

“Yeah?” You had a smirk on your face as you leaned over, closer and closer to him, while he watched your next move with his eyes wide. When you kissed him again it’s like he came alive with it, hands moving all over your body again as you made out.

Jonathan’s mind was swimming. He’d dreamed of having you in this position for years, dreamed of touching you, of being inside you - which seemed like the direction this was maybe heading, sending butterflies flying in his stomach. Was he seriously about to lose his virginity? To you?”

You rolled your hips down against him and his fingers tightened on your skin. “Fuck,” he hissed. “What are you doing to me?”

“Going to make you feel good, I hope.” You trailed kisses along his jaw and to his neck, where he breathed in a quick gasp of air. He was trembling, simply along for the ride for anything you’d do to him.

Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, then kissed him again, your bare chest pressed against his. He let out a choked moan at the feeling of your bare tits against his chest, but tried to gather his bearings quickly.

He gripped your ass, rocking your hips against his hard-on faster. “Baby,” he whimpered.

“Baby?” you giggled - he’d never called you the pet name before. “That’s cute.”

Jonathan blushed, but his attention was quickly diverted when he felt your hands undoing his belt and jeans. He watched you work them open, then start to pull them down. “Woah, a-are you serious?”

You looked up at him, pure innocence on your face. “Why not?”

He didn’t really have an answer for that. And he wanted this more than anything. You smirked when he didn’t protest and went back to pulling his pants and boxers down. His needy cock sprung free, twitching now from the cool air and attention. You watched the precum bead on his tip, then wrapped your hand around his shaft.

Jonathan inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the headboard. His shaking hands were balled into fists in his comforter. He was watching the ceiling.

You paused your movements. “What are you doing? You don’t want to look?”

“No, I-I want to look,” he said. “I’m just…I’m scared if I do, I’ll…” He motions with his hand.

You giggled. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. You’ll be fine. If you finish early, well, that’s just flattering, at least.”

He looked down to meet your eyes, still avoiding the sight of your hand on his cock. “You’re sure?”

“Of course. I want you to have fun.” You held his eye contact as you slowly began working your hand up and down his cock, and you could see his resolve waning immediately. His eyebrows drew together, his lips parting and breath growing heavier, his cheeks turning pink.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. Finally his gaze dropped to where you were pleasuring him, and he whined. “H-holy shit.”

“Feels good?” you teased, although you really did want to make him feel the best he’d ever felt. He nodded quickly, and you knew you were doing a good job.

You let go of him and he watched you curiously. He was suddenly very interested again when you began undoing your own jeans, eyes still locked on his face. You sat up on your knees and began sliding them down, slowly, tantalizingly. Jonathan was hooked.

You removed your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties. He very much was enjoying the view, wanting to touch you everywhere.

You lowered yourself between his legs, sticking your tongue out and tapping his cock against it. He let out a shaking breath with a little “o-oh shit.”

You watched his reactions as you wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking your tongue over it to taste the precum. He whimpered, hand coming to rest on the back of your head but not pushing.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as you set a rhythm bobbing on him, taking him deeper with every pass. “Oh my god, I can’t believe- I can’t believe you’re- oh-“

You wanted to laugh at his reaction, but his cock was keeping your mouth stuffed full. Your back was arched as you sucked him, keeping your ass on display for him. He let his hands rub every inch of your skin he could reach.

You took him until he was hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. Jonathan let out a loud moan, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth. “Shit! Sorry, sorry.”

“‘s okay,” you said as you came up for air. Your eyes were red and watering, tears streaking your mascara down your face. Jonathan was losing his goddamn mind. “I liked it.” You took him back down your throat again.

Jonathan set a gentle rhythm of thrusting up into your mouth every time you’d sink down, nothing overwhelming but it’s like he couldn’t sit still. He had to have more of you. His eyes were half lidded, yet watching your every move.

“B-baby,” he stuttered, tugging on your hair as you took him real deep again. “If you don’t stop, I’m g-gonna-“

You slowly pulled off of him, meeting his eyes with a mixture of your spit and his precum shining on your lips. That almost undid him right there.

“Why did you want me to stop?” you asked, all big Munson brown eyes and innocence. “Was there something else you wanted to do?”

Jonathan froze, because what if you hadn’t wanted to have sex? What if this was all you’d planned and now he’d just made an ass out of himself? “I-I mean, this is good, we don’t have to do anything else-“

You laughed, kissing him to shut him up. “I’m just fucking with you.”

You slowly guided his hands down to your waist, where he got the hint and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. Slowly, carefully, as if you’d tell him to stop at any moment (you’d never), he slid your panties down your legs and off your body.

You rolled off of him and he took the chance to take in your whole naked form before he pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way off and climbed on top of you. He kissed all over your body, like he was worshipping you.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said between kisses. “I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful as you in my life. I can’t believe you’re naked in my bed right now.”

You laughed, eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth all over you. “You’re not so bad yourself, Byers.”

You could feel his smile against your skin. Admittedly, Jonathan didn’t receive a lot of tender words. Mostly he was just called a freak - not unlike your brother. Maybe that’s why you saw the real him so quickly, so easily. Why you were drawn to one another.

Jonathan’s hand trailed up and down your side as he kissed your lips again. He was so unbelievably hard against your thigh. You just wanted to make him feel good so badly.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him - and he froze.

“Shit,” he cursed. He wanted to slap himself - sure, he knew he wasn’t getting any, but now he had the chance and he wasn’t prepared? “No. I don’t.” He didn’t think he’d ever been so disappointed in his life.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah? You still want to?”

“Of course I do,” you giggled. “I don’t want to stop now.”

Jonathan crashed his lips back into yours, kissing you more passionately than anyone ever had before. His hand came to rest against your neck, fingers slid into your curls, holding you close as your lips moved together like they knew one another intimately.

Then he was hiking your leg up, sliding it around his waist. His cock was prodding at your entrance, insistent, so ready. “Please,” he gasped. “Can I?” Always such a gentleman.

“Yes,” you said. “Please. I want you to.”

He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock through your folds a few times just to feel you, to see how wet you were, to coat himself in it. Then he was finally, finally pushing inside of you.

You gasped, watching his face twist in pleasure as he sunk into you inch by inch. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a loud moan. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe you were letting him do this - that you wanted him to do this to you.

He thrusted into you slowly at first. It took him a minute to find his rhythm, at first just thrusting into you wildly, however felt good to him. But with some guidance from your hands on his hips, he found a good pace, thrusting into you slow yet hard.

He buried his face in your neck, hiding his desperate moans. Every push into you felt like absolute heaven to him, better than he ever imagined sex would feel. You were so tight, so wet, and he was so deep-

“Feels so good, Jon,” you moaned, and hearing you moan his name like that almost made him lose his mind. 

“Y-yeah?” he stuttered. “You l-like that? Like when I fuck you?”

You almost giggled at his attempt at dirty talk, but it was also working. “Uh huh,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Not gonna stop,” he promised you, because that was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to do. He wanted to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life. “You feel too good, baby.”

You pulled on his hair, making him whine. It was like every new thing you tried got the best reaction out of him. It was driving you crazy - you loved every second of this.

“Shit, I-I’m not gonna last,” he said shakily, his thrusts turning harder yet sloppier. “Feels too fucking good. I can’t- I-I’m gonna-“

“Not yet,” you said quickly. “Please, Jon, if you can hold on just a little bit longer, I wanna cum too-“

“Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m so- so fucking close-“

You reached a hand down between you and began rubbing your clit in quick circles. That was too much for Jonathan because he pitched forward, biting onto your shoulder as he cried out, ropes of his cum shooting inside of you.

Your own orgasm hit just as he started groaning your name, the feeling of him throbbing inside you pushing you over the edge. You came around him, pussy clenching around his cock and milking him for every drop he had. He was trembling on top of you, holding you close, not wanting this to end.

The spell was broken when you realized what time it was. “Shit,” you cursed. “It’s 7:50.”

Jonathan groaned but lifted himself up, pulling out of you. He kissed you softly. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah?” you smiled. “Good first time?”

“Perfect first time,” he agreed. He kissed you one more time. “Fuck, I never want to stop doing that.”

“Who says you have to?” you smiled and kissed his elated face again.

“Jonathan?” you heard from the front door as it slammed closed.

“Oh shit.” He jumped up at the sound of his mom coming home, reaching for his clothes in record time. You joined, grabbing whatever you could find and throwing it on.

There was a knock at the door just as you pulled the t-shirt over your head. It opened and Joyce peeked in, looking like she was bracing herself for what she’d almost walked in on. Instead she found you and Jonathan, smiling like you’d definitely been up to something.

“Hey, mom,” he said. Will peeked from around her, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was going on in this room, either.

Joyce looked between the two of you. “Well, we’re about to have dinner if you’d like to stay,” she said to you.

“Oh, thank you, but that’s okay. Eddie’s supposed to be here any minute now.”

Joyce nodded and the two of them left the room. You and Jonathan exchanged a look, and he breathed out a relieved laugh. “Do you think she knew?”

“Probably not,” you smiled. “Maybe. She was a teenager once, too.”

Jonathan blushed bright red. “Please. I don’t want to think about what my mom got up to as a teenager. Or about her knowing what we just did.”

You laughed, then leaned in to kiss him again. He smiled into the kiss, feeling like he’d never been happier. He didn’t even care that his mom had left his door open, which she never did.

You kissed, and kissed, and kissed. When you heard the horn of the familiar van blaring outside you reluctantly pulled away from him, kiss-swollen lips glistening in the low light of his bedroom.

“I don’t want you to go,” Jonathan muttered, looking at you as if he was in a trance. He could have sat here kissing you for the rest of his life, he thought.

“I know. Me either.” You kissed him one more time, then jumped up. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said dreamily, watching you go.

You walked through the Byers house, yelling a distracted goodbye to Joyce and Will. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9, like nothing could ruin your mood.

You climbed into the passenger seat of the van and slammed the door closed, stupid smile still on your face.

Eddie took one look at you and scrunched his nose up. “You had sex.”

Your jaw dropped. “Eddie! What the fuck?”

“You had sex,” he said again, starting the van and shaking his head. “With Jonathan?”

“How would you even know that?”

“For one thing, I know you better than anybody,” he reminded you. “Second, I don’t remember you leaving the house in that shirt. Or even owning it.”

Your eyes went wide. You opened the mirror, looking at your appearance for the first time since you’d redressed - and seeing Jonathan’s The Smiths shirt on your body.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah. Fuck.”

No wonder Joyce had left the door open.

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@losingmygrasponreality @angxlg0dz @xplrnowornever @charmed-asylum @robinbuckleywife

[call-me-eds]

uh oh Below Deck Stranger Things AU

Captain Hopper obviously (hates greenies on board, but molds them in his way of working so they’re kind of screwed if they go to another boat)

Chief engineer Joyce (knows when something needs replacing or fixing before it can even break. constantly covered in grease that somehow always gets transferred to the captains whites)

Engineers Robin and Eddie (Eddie is the resident kid wrangler when the guests bring their children. Robin has a feud with the jet ski lift remote that only works when it wants to)

Bosun Steve (loves to teach but bad at delegating, can never find his swim uniform)

Chef Argyle and sous chef Jonathon (crazy chefs not in anger, just eclectic. they make a special insane dish for each dinner that the guests either request the next night or throw overboard)

Chief stew Nancy (has a checklist for beach picnics and has never made a provisions error)

Deck team: Mike (perpetually sunburned), Max (loves to drive the tender in solitude behind the boat), Will (specifically the guy from season like 2 who wrote the guest a love poem)

Interior team: El (laundry queen), Dustin (sets a table in record time), Erica (on nights to keep the guests in line if they’re getting too crazy)

Deck/stew Lucas (he’s got the brawn but has to be on service bc the guests always love him so much so the crew gets bigger tips)

[rafedaddy01]

Could you do a part 2 for rafe paying his babysitter?

Part 1 was soo good

He pays her to only put the tip in , but it feels so good for her and she just sinks all the way down and starts riding him

Summary: rafe is your boss, you babysit his kids, and one night he asks you to help him with something, but not to worry, he’ll pay you for it..

A/N: I got all of your requests, don’t worry, I’m working on them one by one. Btw can we talk about how hot rafe looks in the picture above 👀

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The first night rafe asked you for a favor, which resulted in him jerking off all over your tits. He payed you 1,000 dollars just for that, so when he offered another night of fun for double the amount you didn’t refuse.

He watched as you stripped out of your dress, completely naked underneath.

You laid down on the bed and spread your legs open for him, smirking as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “God, you’re really something” he mumbled as he reached for his zipper.

Once he was as naked as you he stood between your legs, his hands slid up and down your thighs, coming underneath them and pulling you closer to him which caused you to exclaim from the sudden movement which he only smiled at.

He spread you wider as he ran his tip over your clit, rubbing the nub in circles and sliding down between your folds, pushing a little in and pulling out. Your eyes rolled just from the tip and you couldn’t help yourself. You jerked forward and slipped his whole cock inside you.

“Holy shit” Rafe groaned as he felt the warmth inside your pussy, the way your walls sucked him in and clenched, refusing to let him go. You only moaned in response.

“Fuck, that feels good” you encouraged him as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward, shaking the whole bed with his one movement.

It didn’t take you long to reach your peak. Rafes cock was big and it reached all the spots you couldn’t. All it took was a few more thrusts and you were right on the edge, screaming Rafes name as your orgasm tore through your body.

“Fucking hell, those 2,000 were definitely worth this” Rafe panted.

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@f4ll-for-you @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx @spencerreidsrealgf @rafescokenostril @thievin-stealing @rafemotherfuckingcameron @dilvcv @starkeysheart @wearemadeofstardust0

[insidekatmind]

Girl you need to combine your master lists into one huge one, it’ll help find things easier for your readers 💕💕

Part.1

Part.2

Jobe Bellingham

Jude Bellingham P.1, P.2

Vinicius jr.

Levi Colwill

Kylian Mbappé

Rafael Leao

Noni Madueke

Virgi Van Dijk

Alejandro Balde

Trent Alexander Arnold

Jonathan Daviss

Pope Heyward P.1, P.2

Marcus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Ambrose Spellman

A/n: thanks for the feedback ❣️

[yourshaylaa]

SHOULD I, OR SHOULD I NOT?

summary: you finally confront your little brother's bully, but you think he's a bit of a masochist!

song list:

juno- sabrina carpenter

secrets- the weeknd

you, me and steve- garfunkle and oates

anxiety- doechii

love and war- yellow claw, yade lauren

dollhouse- lily-rose depp, the weeknd

love me not- ravyn lenae

warning: angsty i guess. also i haven't watched stranger things, so... we read and we don't judge. 4.5k words <3 heavily inspired by this bot on c.ai

steve looks down at you condescendingly, relishing in his new discovery and pushes you back softly. “you’re that... what's that idiots name again-?”

you narrowed your eyes. “you mean jonathan?” you asked while crossing your arms. steve nodded lightly. “yeah. the freak with a damn camera. you're his pathetic elder sister, hmm?” he pushes you again.

“maybe once I get finished with you,” he glanced over at carol and tommy who were laughing at you, “then he’ll stop creeping up on us.” he looked back at you, his head still cocked to the side.

"what do you mean?" your eyes narrow even dangerously, getting defensive over your younger brother.

he grabbed you by your shirt and slammed you into a locker and pushed down on your shoulder hard enough to leave bruises and not let you get up. he leaned close to your face. “don’t play stupid. i should beat your face in.” he said with a scoff.

you laughed menacingly. maybe they could do this to your brother, but never to you. you push him hard enough to tie your hair up with the extra black scrunchie on your wrist. "better stop, steve." you said in a low voice almost daring him to defy you.

steve rolled his eyes as he took a look at you tying your hair up. he noticed how pretty you were (a stark contrast to your sibling, he thought). he hated to admit it and there was no way he’d show that he was a least bit interested.

“or what?” he raised a brow at you, challenging you to talk back. it was your turn to scoff, "or this-" you crack your knuckles, roll up your sleeves, and you can see the slightest hint of a smirk appearing on his pretty pink lips before you punch him right on his jaw, the look on his face almost comical when he realized that he had been owned by a woman. your right hook was always trustworthy.

his grip loosened on you, and he stumbled back as he touched his face. he winced slightly while touching his cheek that was now red and his lips were bleeding slightly.

“christ…” he mumbled while looking at you. “you actually did something.”

you smile at your accomplishment and turn on your heels to leave. "you look cute with blood on your face, by the way." you say one last time before (attempting) to leave.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk away, and he couldn’t even think of anything to say. the fact you just punched him and then told him he looked cute left him in a bit of shock. a moment later, he jogged after you.

“wait… wait a second.” he called after you. once he caught up, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. he spun you around and pinned you to a nearby locker. steve leaned down close to your face. “you can’t just say something like that and then just walk away.” he said with a low tone.

"don't you have a girlfriend?" you retorted, clearly unhappy with the amount of physical contact occurring in the series of events.

steve dramatically rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is as his grip loosened on your wrists. “don’t change the subject.” he said firmly. “and... yeah, i do. what about it?”

"back off then!" you exclaim, not wanting to be here with him.

he hesitated for a moment before staring down at you, studying your grumpy face. finally, he let out a sigh and let go of your wrists. he took a step away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. he was quiet for a moment. “why did you punch me?” he asked, his tone more soft than usual but loud enough for his friends to hear.

he glances at the place where they were before actually acknowledging the empty nothingness at the spot. disappointment's etched on his face before your voice catches him off guard and he looked back at you to hear what you were saying.

"why'd you bully my brother, then, huh?" you snap back, ready to do anything for your brother.

he scoffed at you, his annoyance returning. “your brother is a freak.” he said bluntly. “he creeps around and takes pictures of everyone lke some sorta stalker." he replies back.

"if my brother's a freak, then I'm one too. stay away from me, harrington." you warn him sternly.

steve’s expression was blank. he didn’t expect that response. he was about to rebuttal, but his words got caught in his throat.

“but you’re… you’re not a freak.” he said firmly.

"then jonathan isn't one too." you say firmly, leaving no room for argument. "if he hasn't hurt anyone, then he has done nothing."

he was quiet for a moment. he knew that you were right, but he was too proud to admit it. he looked away from you as his jaw tensed. he didn’t know how to respond yet again. eventually, he looked back over at you. “fine…” steve let out another sigh. “i won’t go around trying to fight your brother. but he has to stop taking pictures.” he says reluctantly, still contemplating in his head if he made the right decision or not.

"apologize." one-word answers were your thing, to be honest.

steve rolled his eyes again, but deep down, he knew he had no choice but to do it. “i’m.. i’m sorry for bullying your brother.” he mumbled. you scoffed, amused at his obliviousness.

"not to me, dork. my brother." you look him up and down once before walking away to your next class.

steve watched you walk away again as he cursed under his breath. he knew he was going to have to swallow his pride and apologize to jonathan. it wasn’t something he was looking forward to.

it wasn’t until the last class of the day that steve finally got the chance to talk to jonathan when he was alone. steve walked up to him, shoving his hands in his pockets and letting out a huff.

“hey… byers.” he said, his tone rough and cold, already wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

jonathan tensed up when he heard steve’s voice. steve tried to act as nonchalantly as possible but failed miserably. jonathan put away his camera and turned to face him.

“what do you want, harrington?” he said, his voice already annoyed.

steve rolled his eyes at the attitude but tried to stay as calm as he could. “i’m..” he bit back the ‘not sorry’ that was about to come out. instead, he sucked it up. “i'm sorry.” steve said, the words bitter on his tongue.

jonathan studied steve’s face, looking for any signs that he was lying. when he couldn’t find any, he let out a sigh.

“took you long enough.”

“i could just take it back, you know.”

he said, crossing his arms.

“i said I was sorry. just take it.” steve let out a sigh, “why didn’t you tell me she was your sister? that would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.” he said, curious but annoyed as hell.

“didn't see the point in saying anything.” jonathan said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders. “you and your friends probably would have started harassing her, too.”

"cmon, harrington, tell him what I did to you." you say, standing behind him, having heard the entire exchange.

steve jumped a bit at the fact you just appeared out of nowhere. he turned around quickly to face you.

“jesus… stop doing that.” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. he was clearly stressed. “what exactly am I supposed to tell him?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you cross your arms, giving him a one over. "what I did to you. 'brother dearest' here thinks that you and your friends harassed me. what happened instead?"

steve let out a scoff, but it was obvious he had a bit of embarrassment behind it.

“you… punched me.” he said. steve pointed at the faint bruises on his face with his long, slender fingers.

"where?"

"in the face..."

"how hard?"

"like... pretty hard."

"hear that, jonathan?" you smirk smugly, glancing at jonathan to make sure he heard all that. jonathan didn’t say anything. he was watching observing you both, his eyes narrowed.

steve rolled his eyes at them, “yeah, yeah, whatever. stop looking so goddamn smug.” he said, a rosy tint on his cheeks full of pretty moles.

"oh, isn't this the face you make when you bully my brother?" you say condescendingly, "next time you think you can mess with my brother," you glare at him dangerously, "rethink. twice. maybe thrice." you put an arm around jonathan and walk away, leaving steve there.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk off with your arm around your brother. he could feel tommy and carol’s eyes on him, knowing they had probably heard everything. steve ignored them. something about what you said was getting to him.

it had been a few days since everything happened. the weekend had passed, and the new week had started. once monday afternoon rolled around, steve and his friends were sitting by their usual spot in the cafeteria.

as usual, steve was surrounded by tommy, carol, and some of his other friends, but he seemed a bit distracted. while they were all talking, steve’s eyes kept drifting over towards where you, your sibling and both of y'all's friends were sitting.

his friends had noticed that he wasn’t actually listening to anything they were saying.

“what’s with you, harrington? got a crush on one of ‘em or somethin’?” tommy snickered.

steve’s attention quickly snapped back to them. he rolled his eyes at the other boy’s question. he knew it was right, he did have a teensy crush on one of them, but he'd never admit it.

“dude, no. shut up.” he said with an irritated tone, waving him off.

“come on, i saw you looking over at them.” tommy pestered, a smirk on his face.

carol let out a snicker, “yeah, I wonder which one you were looking at..”

"i think i know which one" tommy glances at jonathan and the both of them start laughing their asses off.

steve brushes them off, “i was just looking at them. don’t get your hopes up.” steve said as he leaned back in his seat. he didn’t want to admit that he was staring at you. tommy scoffed, not believing his words for a second. “yeah, right. you’re checking someone out, harrington. we know it.”

steve found it terrifying that they didn't even specify one of you both.

he scoffs, breaking out of his trance and rolled his eyes at him. “shut up.” he said, shoving him lightly. “i’m not checking anyone out.”

steve's eyes glanced over at you again. he watched you from across the cafeteria. you were just talking to your friends, smiling, and laughing. a part of him really wanted to just go over there and join you, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt stupid.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when tommy nudged him.

“dude, you’re staring again!” carol exclaimed, a slight smirk still on her face. steve quickly averted his gaze from you, his cheeks turning faintly red. “no, I’m not.” he lied, his tone unconvincing.

“bro.. it’s pathetic. just go over to whoever it is already.” tommy said, his tone serious despite his words being anything but.

“shut up.” steve said, shoving him lightly again. he knew he wasn’t going to go over to them. “even if I wanted to, i’d never get the chance.” he said, his tone bitter towards himself.

tommy laughed at his response, clearly amused by the reaction he was getting. “why couldn’t you?” he asked, his tone mocking and he faux pouts.

steve let out a frustrated sigh, not wanting to admit why he couldn’t. he was the “king” of hawkins high, and he had a reputation to uphold. “because, tommy, she hates me. remember?” he said, trying to push his annoyance to the side.

“it's a she, huh..." tommy said with faux surprise.

"i mean, she hates you, yeah, cause you were being a dick.” carol chimed in, her tone unbothered. steve shot her a glare, but didn’t say anything to refuse that. he couldn’t argue against the truth.

tommy snickered, shaking his head as he leaned forward on the table. “look at you, stevey. can’t even approach a single person. you’ve gone soft.” he said teasingly.

steve clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to smack the smile off Tommy’s face.

“shut up, hagan.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “i’m not soft. i’m not… i’m not scared to talk to them.” steve mumbled.

tommy and carol looked at each other while trying not to laugh at steve’s denial.

“sure, harrington.” they said in unison, both of them knowing that steve was lying to himself.

steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. he hated how they knew him too damn well. he hated how his friends knew that he was lying. and most of all, he hated how goddamn right they always were about things like this. he was silent for a few moments before letting out a frustrated huff.

“you won’t shut up about this until I go talk to them, will you?” steve said with irritation. “nope.” tommy said, both of them wearing smug smiles. they knew they had won this fight as usual.

steve leaned his head back in his chair, his annoyance increasing. he looked over at the byers again, debating on if he should really do it or not. he really did want to talk to you again. but he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. after a few moments of internal debate, he let out a sigh. he pushed his chair back and stood up.

tommy and carol looked surprised, clearly not expecting him to actually go through with it. "you're actually going to do it?" tommy asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. steve rolled his eyes, trying to seem nonchalant, "yeah. just shut up and watch." with that said, steve started making his way over to the byers’ table, his heart racing in his chest. he could hear his friends whispering and snickering behind him, but he ignored it.

as he approached them, the byers seemed to notice him and fell quiet. you were the first to notice him, your eyes locking with his as he got closer. a smirk crept onto your face as jonathan tried to glare holes in steve.

steve let out a quiet huff, stopping in front of you two.

he could feel his confidence fading the longer he stood in front of you, but he was too far into this to back out.

“can i, uh…” steve started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “can I talk to you?” he said, looking towards you.

you made a hand gesture, signaling him to continue, "talk."

steve let out a shaky breath, surprised that you agreed so quickly. he spared a glance over at jonathan, who was still shooting daggers at him.

“alone.” he said, looking back at you.

"hmm..." you think for a second before nodding and adding a tiny "okay".

steve nodded, his shoulders relaxing a bit. he could feel a few people staring at him, and he knew that his friends back at his table were watching, but he ignored them.

"uh.. follow me." he said, gesturing for you to walk with him.

he led you out of the cafeteria and down to the hallway where the bathrooms were. he leaned back against the wall as you stopped, trying to act as casual as possible. he let out a sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. he looked over at you, his heart pounding in his chest. he had no idea what he was doing. he tried to figure out what to say, but his mind was fuzzy. before, he had everything planned out, what to say, how to act, but the more he looked into your eyes, the more he forgot.

“i.. uh..” he muttered out but found himself at a loss for words.

you raise an eyebrow, "what's wrong with you today?" you ask coldly.

steve let out a frustrated huff. “look… i-i wanted to talk…” why was it so hard for him to actually say what he was trying to say?

at that point, you couldn't take his shit anymore, "yeah, so talk, how many times do I have to repeat one thing?"

he let out another sigh, irritated with his own inability to be honest. “i… look, i was a dick the other day, okay?” he hated actually having to say the words. but he knew he had to say them if he wanted to get anywhere.

"okay, and why're you saying this to me?" you said, clearly confused. you weren't the one he did wrong to, were you?

steve was taken aback by your question, and honestly, he wasn't sure how to answer it. “what do you mean ‘why’m I telling you this’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. he puts his hands on hips.

"it's my brother who you did the shitty things to, not me. so I don't get why you keep on apologizing." you confront him sharply.

he let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. he was annoyed at how difficult this conversation was going. “i know it was your brother I did the shitty things to. but aren't you all like.. super close?” he asked, trying to explain without sounding like a dumbass (which he knew he did, he didn't care though).

"yeah, and?" you didn't get how the two topics were related to each other, but you still answered regardless.

“and… wouldn’t that mean you’d be just as pissed as him?” steve said, his voice almost a snap.

you scoffed, was he fuckin' crazy?

"listen, broke boy, get straight to the point."

“i...” he hesitated for a second before looking you in the eyes again.

“i was just wondering if we could maybe make some sort of, truce or something?” he said, feeling his own embarrassment at the words.

you were bewildered. truce? what... did he even mean by that?

as he stared into your widened-but-disgusted eyes, his irritation faded and was replaced with a sense of slight helplessness. his eyes became a bit bigger too, yearning for understanding.

he let out a sigh, trying to maintain his composure. “i just said, i wanna call a truce.” he said, trying not to sound like he was begging.

he took a deep breath.

"we put this whole bullshit situation aside. we're not friends. but, we're, i don't know... acquaintances? maybe?" he huffed. "if you'd cooperate, that is."

"okay, i guess." you say, while closely observing him. he had a few moles, alright. and... he looked cute, and you hated to admit it and there was no way you’d show that you were a least bit interested.

"that's all? nothing else you want from me?" you said sassily, trying to mask your admiration for him.

steve nodded, a mix of annoyance and uncertainty in his stance.

“yes, that’s ‘all’.” he said, using your own mocking words against you.

steve let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. you noticed how put together his hair was. perfectly messy, perfectly neat, strands of hair out of place shaping his perfect face. you get cozy in your leaning position, a comfortable silence filling the room. to you, though.

his eyes flickered up as you leaned against the wall. you could say he was caught off guard by the lack of a sarcastic response. for a moment, he just watched you silently. you casual leaning seemed to make your whole presence even more infuriating to him.

he was growing more and more irritated the longer he was in your presence.

steve tried to ignore the feeling, but he couldn’t. the way you were just standing there with your arms crossed, giving him a look that was impossible to figure out… it was driving him insane.

the silence was making the atmosphere even more tensed.

his fingers fidgeted at his side as he tried to contain his frustration.

“quit looking at me like that.” he finally grumbled, eyes flickering away from your face.

"mmh, like what?" you drawl out, teasing him with your words. you knew that your eyes were a bit eerily pretty, if that made any sense. one could, "drown in your eyes", they said. you smirked and crossed your arms, finding amusement in his nervousness.

he let out a huff. he didn’t know how to describe the look you were giving him. It was a mixture of boredom and disinterest, but with a touch of something else he couldn’t quite identify... at least that's what he thought.

“like you wanna hit me..” he said, his voice a low and embarrassed mutter.

"wrong answer, try again." you say smugly. you knew how you were looking at him. you were basically asking for trouble. but the good sorta trouble. the one that feels good.

steve let out a sigh, his irritation growing. he thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe your look. “ugh... fine! like you’re observing me. like you’re trying to figure me out or something. are you happy now?”

"kinda. but that's not the answer i was lookin' for."

the tension in the room was palpable, you could feel it. you knew that he felt it too. the same thumping in the heart, the same warmness in between the legs, you knew it all too well.

a familiar flush creeps on his face, but he tries to hide it with his indifferent words.

he clenched his jaw, his patience slipping further away.

“jesus christ. what answer are you looking for then?” he asked with 'irritation'.

"you tell me." you murmur lowly, setting a hot atmosphere in the room.

steve rolled his eyes, his irritation reaching its peak. he looked you in your ocean deep eyes, trying to find an answer to your question. “you’re looking at me like you want...” steve trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

"want?" you smirked at his struggle, finding it cute.

he suddenly found himself at a loss for words, his mind blanking.

his eyes wandered to your mouth for a moment, fixating on the smirk on your face. he realized what words were trying to escape his mind.

he pushed the thought away, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t expose his brain’s traitorous thoughts.

“you’re looking at me like…”

steve's eyes were still fixed on your lips, his brain betraying him with thoughts he tried to push away.

he knew he was going to regret whatever he was going to say but couldn’t find a way to stop himself.

“like you....” he stutters once more. your smirk was infuriating, but he also found himself hating how attractive it was.

his brain was fighting itself with different thoughts that conflicted with each other.

"like i what, steve?" you say slowly, making sure it rubs him in all the right ways.

steve’s eyes locked with yours, unable to look away. he was lost in the moment, conflicted between his growing irritation towards you and the strange fascination with your smirk.

he took a breath, realizing that he had to say something. but before he could even think properly, he did something he shouldn’t have.

steve lifted a hand, his fingers gently tracing over your jawline. his heart hammered in his chest as he leaned closer, unable to stop himself. he traced his fingers down to your chin, tilting it up slightly. his mind was blank, his thoughts replaced by a singular desire that he couldn’t fight.

he watched as you closed your eyes, blissfully in peace, a contrast from your smug or pissed expression all the time (not that he didn't find that hot as well).

his body moved of its own accord, his fingers still touching your jawline, gently moving down to your neck. he could barely hear his own breathing, the only sound in his head was the pounding of his heart.

your eyes fluttered open, looking at him. both of your hearts were beating in sync to the beat of rap god by eminem.

steve’s eyes were fixated on yours. he was consumed by a mixture of desire and confusion, his thoughts blurred by a single purpose. he slowly leaned in, his hand still on your neck. he was slowly losing control, the desire to close the distance even more overwhelming.

"steve..." you softly say. this wasn't right, he had a girl. but... still, why did it feel so right? like both of you were meant to be together, like a cap and the pen, the sun and the moon. but...

"steve, stop..." you say, your voice with a touch of begging. but steve barely registered the sound of his name, his mind consumed by the proximity of your faces.

he let out a shaky breath, his fingers still lingering at your neck. he was too far gone, unable to move away.

“yeah..?” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly.

"your girlfrie..." your voice trailed off, unable to finish. you wanted it so bad, you wanted all of him to yourself, but he already belonged to someone else.

steve’s eyes widened slightly, the words snapping him back to reality even though you didn't finish the sentence. he stopped, his hand lingering at your neck for a moment before he pulled away, taking a step back.

his mind was still a blur, filled with a mix of desire, guilt, and a desperate need for control.

"i... i have to go." you say abruptly, and you quickly push him away and leave, scared of what would happen if you didn't stop him... but, you wanted him, there was no denying it. it's just that... you couldn't have him.

steve was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“damnit...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“fuck...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he stood there for a few moments, trying to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling in his head. he was angry at himself for almost giving in to what he knew was a terrible idea, but there was also a part of him that couldn’t deny the intense feeling he had felt in that moment.

with a frustrated huff, he pushed himself away from the wall and started making his way back to the cafeteria, trying to compose himself enough to not let the others see what had just happened.

tnx for reading! again, totally inspired by @daisyrandoneee on c.ai, headers by @strangergraphics-archive. thanks to mina, for specially proofreading this, as well as tiana. and veena for the support! expect pt.2 in the next 10 years or so! byeeeeeeeeeeeee

[eiightysixbaby]

Heyy! Could I request fluff with jonathan? Not enough people write for him 😖

hi lovely! tysm for requesting. I totally agree, there’s a dire lack of jonathan content on here 😩

“Jon? Have you seen my necklace? The one you got me?” you ask, sifting through your jewelry box. You frown as you continue to pull out necklace after necklace, all of them the wrong ones.

“It’s in the drawer by the nightstand,” he calls from the bathroom, not missing a single beat.

You turn to check the place he suggested. Sure enough, the necklace waits for you inside the drawer. You smile to yourself, shaking your head. He always knows where all of your things are, somehow.

“Found it,” you tell him, walking swiftly to the bathroom.

He’s fixing his tie in the mirror, a gentle frown on his face. He can never get his tie just right, yet he always tries it himself anyway instead of asking you right away.

“Need help?” you ask, your tone teasing but your eyes full of nothing but adoration.

“Please,” he sighs, relenting.

You slip easily between him and the bathroom counter, adjusting his tie with careful hands. It doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of it. You have it properly secured in no time, aware of his honey eyes watching you all the while.

You shift your gaze, meeting his eyes. “What?” you smile, causing him to mirror the expression.

“Nothing,” he says, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

He looks so perfect, in his dress shirt and tie, his slacks and loafers. His hair is an intentional kind of messy, and it suits him well.

“Can you help me put this on?” you ask, holding up the necklace.

He nods, gently turning you around in front of him. He kisses the back of your neck softly before taking each end of the jewelry and clasping them together.

“That good? Or do you want it to sit up higher?”

“That’s perfect,” you hum. He knows he didn’t really need to ask, you always clasp it on the same loop. But he checks anyways.

Both of you stop to take a look at your reflection, his hands wrapped around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You almost wish you didn’t have to go out tonight, that you could curl up in bed early with him and giggle under the covers for hours.

But the outing is worth it if it means Jonathan looks this good. He’s making your heart pound in your chest, and the way he kisses your shoulder while meeting your eyes in the mirror doesn’t help.

You spin back around abruptly, taking his face in your hands. He scrunches his nose up as you kiss both of his cheeks, leaving lipstick prints in your mouth’s wake. He responds by attacking you with kisses all over your face, until you’re squirming in his grasp, laughing the whole time.

“You look beautiful,” he says, once you’ve both settled back into just holding one another. He’s almost shy about it, and it only makes the comment more endearing.

“You look handsome,” you reply, letting your index finger prod lightly into his chest. ‘Handsome’ doesn’t really even cut it, but you’re finding it hard to come up with better words.

He blushes so extremely, delicate smile gracing his lips. You find it adorable how you still have that effect on him, even after all this time together. Hundreds of compliments later and he’s still flustered by each one.

You decide to finish fussing with your appearance, giving yourself one final scrutinizing look, brushing out any wrinkles in your dress.

“What?” you ask for the second time in the last few minutes, glancing sideways at him where he stands, fully focused on your every move. Your lips quirk up, loving the way his eyes are always on you.

You think for a moment he’ll dodge the question again, too shy to get his words in order. But his response simply makes your heart swell.

“Just can’t wait to marry you someday, that’s all,” he says softly. “I want this view every day, always, for the rest of my life.”

“And you’ll have it,” you promise, planting a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you’ll have to locate all of my lost necklaces for the rest of eternity, you know.”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

[ddejavvu]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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