#jonathan byers fanfiction

[eiightysixbaby]

when the van’s a-rockin’…

jonathan byers x fem!reader

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when jonathan’s car is in the shop, argyle lets him borrow his van for a date night with you. fun ensues ;)

18+ only! unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f receiving), cum eating, hickeys, jonathan spanks you one singular time

Jonathan’s car being in the shop for a week wasn’t all bad.

Sure, you felt a little silly when he picked you up for your date night in Argyle’s bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza van, but it was better than not having a date night at all. And sure, you felt wildly out of place pulling up to the nice restaurant of choice in that, but who really cares what anyone else thinks, anyways? And yes, okay, there was something on the back of it that wouldn’t stop rattling as you drove down the California streets, but… Jonathan’s car had been far worse before he took it in to get looked at.

So really, what could you complain about?

Right now, you’re seriously reconsidering ever even being apprehensive, because really you should be grateful. Grateful that Argyle was kind enough to bless you with means of transport. With a large vehicle like this one comes a vast empty space behind the two seats up front. And what a shame it would be to let all that space go to waste. You certainly weren’t going to allow that to happen.

Parked off of some dirt road, Jonathan lays on the pile of blankets covering the floor of the van, naked from the waist down. His white t-shirt rides up on his tummy, exposing the trail of hair that extends beneath his belly button. His button-up is undone, the patterned fabric splayed out at his sides as his hands take a firm hold on your hips.

The tail end of what had been a perfectly-rolled joint sits neglected in the cup holder, the windows just a little bit foggy from the smoking sesh he’d partaken in shortly before.

Fully seated on his glorious seven inches, you let your hips roll slowly. You can feel him pressing deep within you, hitting different spots as the angle changes with your movements. Fed up with your pace, he lifts your weight as he starts to bounce you on him, encouraging you to move faster. You take the hint, take it gladly, letting yourself rise and fall on his cock more quickly.

The sound of your skin colliding with his creates a rhythmic slapping, loud enough to make you shy away if only he didn’t feel so damn good.

“Fuck, baby—” Jonathan curses, lifting his head just slightly to shake his bangs out of his eyes.

You simply hum a noise of approval in response, continuing your quick bouncing movements. One of his hands reaches around to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass, only to let go and deliver a swift smack to the area right after. You moan, a short and staccato’d sound, always loving when he gets a little rough with you.

The contours of Jonathan’s face are highlighted with the glow from the setting west coast sun, and you can’t see it but wow; the light is making you look divine, too, where you’re perched on top of him. Pleased noises crawl their way out of your throat as he bucks his hips harder up into your wet heat, and he thinks he’d like to record those sounds and play them back on a cassette tape over and over. The soundtrack to his fucking life.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks you sweetly, with just a hint of cockiness shining through. It’s not often he isn’t bashful and humble, but he’s not ignorant to when he’s making you feel phenomenal.

“Yeah,” you sigh, squeaking slightly when the pad of his right thumb circles over your clit. “So good, Jon. Always so good.”

You can feel the slide of his cock, warm and heavy as it pushes in and pulls back out. It almost feels like everything’s happening in slow motion, your senses heightened, feeling every bit of him. You’re lost in the bliss, your bouncing slowing to a halt in your hazy headspace, leaving him to do all of the work.

A particularly harsh thrust from him sends you plummeting back to earth, a hot exhale leaving your lips as his cock shoves the air from your lungs. He might as well be in your guts, making a home for himself there. You’d let him stay forever, that’s for certain.

He doesn’t mind doing the work for you, his left hand gripping you tight while he continues to tease your clit with the other. The van teeters with the force of his movements; any potential onlooker would definitely piece together what’s happening inside in approximately 2 seconds. The windows only get foggier, the humidity in the vehicle rising from your shared body heat and huffed breaths.

He pants, grunts leaving his mouth as he fucks into you faster, faster, faster. You hold desperately onto his sides, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt as he jostles you with each buck of his hips.

“Shit—” he whimpers, pinching his eyes shut for a brief moment as his head tips further back, chin raised to the ceiling. “You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good,” he says, voice strangled as it leaves him.

It’s truly taking everything in him not to blow his load this second, wanting you to finish first, always.

You’re absolutely soaked; if you couldn’t feel it you can certainly hear it. The slippery, sloppy sounds that create a symphony as they bounce off of the metal walls. It’s making his movements so easy, so smooth, your cream completely coating his cock. You watch in awe as his brows wrinkle together, cursing loudly, his eyes filled with sheer desire as he keeps them steady on you.

You can’t help yourself; leaning down to let your mouth latch onto his neck. Kissing the soft spot that you know drives him crazy before the kiss turns into more of a bitey thing, sucking a red bruise into his skin.

He whines, breathing heavy. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his thrusts growing sloppier.

Fingers hooking under the collar of his shirt, you tug it down to expose more of his skin to you, using it as your canvas. You leave more marks, purple and red and passionate, littered in various places.

“Baby, shit, I’m not gonna fucking last,” he rasps urgently; a final warning.

Lucky for him, he brings you to your peak with perfect timing, his finger on your clit working a steady pace until the coil in your stomach snaps.

“Jonathan!” you moan, louder than you’d intended, nearly a scream for him as you come completely undone on his cock. You feel him hold out for a few more quick thrusts before he’s spilling all he has for you; filling you with warm, thick spurts of his cum.

Your chest heaves as you take steadying breaths, coming down from your high in unison with him. His hair sticks slightly to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat, and you can feel moisture on your own skin beneath your shirt. His hand cups your face, encouraging you to lean down, into his eager mouth that kisses you with fervor. He pulls away, brushing hair out of your face before pressing his lips to your forehead.

Pulling off of him, you wince, feeling the sticky wet mixture of your arousal and his drip down your inner thighs. You glance down, looking at the mess you’d made of Jonathan’s now softening cock.

“Fuck…” he mutters, eyes glazed over as he watches his cum drip from you. “Come here, I need to taste you,” he nearly whines, grabbing hold of your waist and encouraging you upwards.

Desperate hands grip your thighs that straddle his head, his pupils dilated as he gets an up-close view of your wrecked cunt. Before you can say a word, he’s diving in to get a taste, mouth eagerly lapping up the mess you’d both contributed to.

“Jon— oh,” you breathe, gripping onto the seat in front of you to keep yourself stable.

You can feel his tongue swiping up into your wet walls, filthy noises coming from the way he absolutely devours you. His nose brushes against your clit, nudging it with just enough friction to drive you up the wall. His usually gentle fingers press so hard into the meat of your thighs you wouldn’t be surprised if they bruised, keeping you locked in place right where he needs you.

The way his tongue roams eagerly resembles a man consuming his first meal in days. Eating you out like a man completely starved, licking at your folds like he’d never get a taste again. His eyes are closed, focused solely on the flavor between your thighs — the saltiness of him and the sweetness of you combining into one.

He comes up briefly for air, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “I’m gonna cum inside you more often,” he declares — promises, really. “Cause I like cleaning up my messes,” he says, honey eyes looking all-too-innocently up into your own as he resumes his meal.

“Christ, Jonathan, you can’t just say things like that,” you insist, but your voice comes out breathy and holds no hint of a scolding tone. You hope he holds true to his statement, because you’d let him do this any time he wanted.

Your eyes squeeze shut, legs trembling as you keep yourself propped up on them. His soft lips suck on your clit, the lewd noises of the action sending you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

“Don’t — don’t fucking stop,” you choke out as his tongue flits rapidly over the sensitive bud. He shakes his head back and forth, nearly rabid the way he pleases you.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he mumbles into your core, resuming the work of his tongue as soon as the words are out.

You’ve gotta be absolutely drenching his face; surely he must be covered in the slippery wet mess that leaks from you, and the thought of it makes your skin flush hot. You’re teetering right on the edge of release, beginning to grind your hips down against his mouth in complete and shameless greed.

He can hear the way your moans get breathier, higher in pitch, and he knows you’re about to finish.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urges, muffled by your pussy, sucking on your clit once more before you’re tipping over your edge.

Your whole body shakes above him; taking loud, gasping breaths as his tongue works you through the pleasure. He’s groaning into your core, kissing and licking and sucking everywhere his mouth can reach. It’s downright filthy, nasty, scandalous the way he can’t get enough.

Before long it becomes overwhelming, your body too sensitive, and you start to squirm in his grip before he lets you go. His eyes watch you, entranced with you as he quickly hikes his boxers back up his legs, concealing his cock that’s hard once again. You move to sit beside him, letting him pull you down for a messy kiss that’s all tongue and lips mouthing at one another. Tasting yourself on him makes your head spin, your tongue exploring his mouth to get more of it.

Finally pulling away, his hand cradles the back of your head as your foreheads rest against each other.

“Hey, Jon?” you say, pulling back enough to fully look at him.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling softly at you as he wipes his face clean.

“Make sure to really thank Argyle for letting us borrow his van.”

He laughs, breathy and boyish before he starts to lean in for another kiss. “I will.”

[luveline]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She didn't have to do that." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You… talk about me to your mom?" 

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

He's not very convincing. 

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

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

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

"What?" you ask. 

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

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

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

"What?" you ask, shocked. 

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

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

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

"Yeah," he says. "I am." 

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

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

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

[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!"

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

We’re All A Little Mad Sometimes

Jonathan Byers x Fem!OC

Summary: Bunny is the girl of Jonathan’s dreams. With a masked killer on the loose he would do anything to protect her. She’s sweet, beautiful, and has a heart of gold. But things aren’t always as they seem… WK: 8.1k(oops)

This is a collab with @babygorewhore you can read her part about Eddie and her OC Sammy here.

Warnings: This is a scream AU so there will be descriptions of murder, violence, Jonathan is a perv(he thinks she doesn’t know but she does), mentions of male masturbation, slight jealous!jonathan, mentions of Bunny & king!steve in the past(she scares the shit out of him but doesn’t kill him), sub!Jonathan, Dom!Reader, blow job, unprotected sex. I thiiiink that’s it? Pls lmk if I missed any! Divider is @saradika-graphics

Jonathan walked shoulder to shoulder with Eddie down the hall, discussing the recent murder of Hawkin’s community’s head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. The gruesome images of the small blonde haunted the minds of everyone who had the misfortune of seeing them. She was killed with a large hunting knife, multiple stab wounds littering her body. The police wouldn’t have connected it to the murders of him and Eddie’s fathers if it wasn’t for the exact nature of the kill being the same, down to the murder weapon.

A little over a year ago, only a few nights apart Lonnie Byers and Al Munson were murdered in cold blood with a hunting knife, “overkill” they called it. He and Eddie would both be lying if they said they were sad, they should’ve been scared that they would come for them next, but if anything, they just felt relief.

Him and Eddie parted ways, and he made his way to his photography class. His favorite class and not just because it was his favorite subject, but because this was the class he shared with her. Willow. The girl he couldn’t keep his mind off of. He walked eagerly into the classroom, his eyes landing on her immediately.

She was beautiful, her long blonde hair always looked so soft against her caramel skin, her pink mini skirts and chunky Mary Jane’s, those big brown eyes and pouty lips. He would do anything she asked and all she had to do was look at him. When she would put her small manicured hands on his forearm and look up at him sweetly, he felt like he could melt where he stood. Maybe he should feel pathetic, but he can’t find it in himself to care when she looks at him like that. Not when she was an angel on earth.

He walked over to their shared table, pulling out the stool next to hers and putting his bag down. He was lucky enough to be assigned her seat partner at the beginning of the year, and even luckier that they got paired up to do their next project together.

“Hey Jonathan! It’s nice to see you.” Her voice sounds like sugar, the smile on her face just as sweet.

“Hey Bunny, it’s nice to see you too. Especially with everything that’s going. I’m uh - glad you're safe.” Bunny was a nickname, one he was proud to have given her. It stuck, and now everyone in their group called her that. He didn’t mind really, but ultimately she was his bunny, he gave her the nickname.

“Oh yeah I know! Isn’t it just awful? I can’t believe someone would do something like that. The pictures made my skin crawl.” Her big eyes were wide, her lips set into a pouty frown. Jonathan wanted to protect her, he never wanted her to not feel safe.

“Yeah, it’s really awful… You don’t have to be scared though I’ll pro-“

“Alright class!! Everybody remember who you’re not partnered with?”

“Yes! You ready to get to brainstorming, Jonny bear?”

Jonathan forgot what he was even going to say, her sweet nickname and the teacher's interruption turning his brain to mush. He spends the rest of class bouncing ideas back and forth with Bunny and tries his hardest not to gawk at her but fails on multiple occasions. It didn’t help that she was always touching him in some way or another.

When the bell rings, Bunny grabs her things and waves to him, letting him know she’s going to go find Sammy and that she will see him in the group spot in a bit. He stares after her, her little skirt swishing back and forth with the swing of her hips, the bows in her hair trailing behind her and her shiny black shoes squeak against the classroom's linoleum floor.

Jonathan gathered his things and sighed, his mind filled with nothing but all things Bunny. He thought of her soft skin and how it would feel against his fingers as he walked down the hall. He thought of her silky hair, the way he caught a whiff of strawberries every time she whipped her head around. He imagined her plush lips pressed against his own, he knew the sticky pink gloss she always wears would rub off on him. He desperately wanted to know what it tasted like.

When he reaches the courtyard his breath catches in his throat. Bunny was sitting with Sammy by her side. It was rare to see one without the other. They were the dynamic duo, everybody knew that. Sammy’s style was much different from Willow’s, she gravitated more towards dark colors. Her bright pink curls and combat boots are a stark contrast to her best friend’s frilly socks and pastel pinks. Yet they complimented each other so well, like yin and yang. Her brow was furrowed and her small hand was grasping Sammy’s sweater covered arm while they talked to Eddie. She looked upset and he immediately wanted to do anything and everything to see her smile again.

“Hey man, you just gonna stand there with your jaw hanging open all afternoon or are you gonna go talk to her?” Steve came up behind him, his large hand grabbing onto his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

“I wasn’t… staring. I just… got distracted, is all.” Jonathan shakes Steve’s hand off of him, sending him a glare.

“Oh dude, you were totally staring! I don’t get why you don’t just ask her out, she’s clearly into you.”

Robin stood next to Steve, rolling her eyes with a smile spread across her lips. Her and Steve were constantly teasing him about her. It drove him insane, because he knew they were right. He should just ask her out. But she was just so beautiful, her and Steve’s dad were business partners so she never had to want for anything growing up. He also knows her and Steve have… history. He knows they were friends with benefits for a while and he knows that Steve wanted more than that but she turned him down. If she didn’t want someone like Steve why would she want someone like him.

He didn’t come from anything, he wasn’t athletic or classically handsome like Steve was. He probably wouldn’t ever make a lot of money, wanting to choose his passion over his salary. Steve was a business major with a job lined up for him when he graduated. Steve was on the basketball team, the swim team, he threw huge parties and fucked around with different girls every weekend. Jonathan was a loser virgin who spent his weekends smoking weed in his dorm with Eddie Munson while they played Dark Souls.

“Better snatch her up, before someone else does.” Steve winked at him before walking towards the table, his stupidly perfect hair somehow looking like it was glowing in the sunlight. He didn’t mind as much when Robin teased him but when it came from Steve it made his blood boil.

“Don’t listen to him Jonny, like Robin said, she’s totally into you.” Robin’s girlfriend, Marina smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head towards the table as Robin pulled her along by the hand.

He took a deep breath, thanking whatever god is out there that Steve didn’t take the spot next to her. He slid onto the bench, his senses immediately being flooded with sweet strawberry goodness. His heart rate picked up when she smiled at him.

“Hey Jonny bear, we were just talking about how scary all of this is…” Her lips were set into a pout, that same crease between her eyebrows he saw from afar that he wanted to rub out with his thumb.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucked, huh? Like I know none of us were Chrissy’s biggest fan but I don’t think she deserved to die like that.”

“I’ve been thinking about those photos all morning… I can’t help but think about if that happened to me. You don’t think this guy has like… a type do you?” Her large brown eyes were filled with panic, her bottom lip squeezed between her teeth.

“I don’t think so, because before this it was me and Eddie’s dads, there doesn’t seem to be a specific pattern anymore. You’ll be okay… I promise l - I’ll keep you safe.” He smiled sweetly at her, forcing himself to be brave enough to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks bear…” She returned his smile with one of her own, her thumb gently stroking his hand.

“I-“

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Bunny’s hand drops from his, her head whipping towards Steve with her mouth hanging open. That crease between her brows returned and it made him want to smack Steve.

“Didn’t you and Chrissy used to date?” Eddie has a smirk on his face directed towards Steve.

“Yeah dude for like two seconds, and if you wanna call what her and I did “dating” then I guess me and Willie “dated” too, and look at her she’s perfectly alive and well.” Jonathan scoffed, Steve’s words, feeling like a knife in his heart. He knew they fucked, but he hated being reminded that it happened.

“Hey.” He was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice, her soft hand landing on his Jean covered thigh, causing him to gulp. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being a fucking idiot. You still wanna work on our project today?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled at her, his cheeks tinted pink. What did she mean don’t listen to him? Is she reassuring him because she likes him? He really fucking hopes so. “You still want me to drive us there?”

“Yeah totally! I’m really excited! I think we will have the most unique topic honestly. Who else is going to think to depict the different types of gravestones depending on the time period?” He loves the way her eyes light up when she talks about things she’s excited about. He never would’ve thought this sweet girl with bows in her hair would ask him to take her to the Hawkins cemetery of all places. She was always surprising him in the best ways.

“With all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew in a few days, so I’m throwing a party this weekend. You idiots are all invited.” Steve tapped his hands on the table, making sure to wink at Willow before he got up and walked off. Jonathan scoffed, anytime he felt like he was getting somewhere with her it was like his confidence was knocked down all over again.

“Don’t let him get to you Jonny, he’s not worth the energy. You wanna get going? If we leave right now we can get there before dusk! That way we can still get some natural light photos!” She clapped her hands together excitedly and Jonathan tried not to look at the way her boobs giggled in her tank top, he really did, but he just couldn’t help himself around her.

“Yeah uh - yeah, let’s go, Bunny”

Jonathan watched in awe as Willow weaved through the various headstones pointing out different shapes and sizes. He was actually really surprised with her knowledge on the topic, when he asked her if she had been doing research for their project she shook her head and said it was just something that had “always interested her” which just made her even more interesting to him.

“Jonathan! Look at this one, like I was telling you earlier doves were a very prevalent image on headstones in the mid 1700s! Oh! And that one over there, see how it just looks like a rock that someone carved into? That’s because before the 1600s they didn’t have professional gravestone carvers, so they didn’t start making them more decorative until then!”

Her eyes sparkled, the excited tone of her voice warming every inch of his heart. She was just so cute. Talking about the history of gravestones all clad in pink and white. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He watched her bend forward to brush leaves and grass off a stone by her feet. The heat that was previously residing in his heart rushed to his cock in a matter of seconds, her little pink skirt rode up her hips, showcasing her white panties that had little pink bunnies all over them… his breath caught in his throat as he held in a groan. It wasn’t the first time he had caught a glance up her skirt, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

He wished he could say it was the first time he grabbed the camera that was around his neck, raising it to his eye. He quickly snapped a photo of her from behind, turning the lense slightly over her shoulder before she could turn around.

“Did you get a good one?” She turned towards him with a smile on her face.

“Huh?” He looked at her dumbfounded, did she know?

“Of that stone over there? Did you get a good picture of it?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think so, I’m gonna take one more, just to be sure.” He smiled sweetly at her, snapping a ‘second’ photo of the stone she was standing close to.

“Aw shit! My battery just died.” Bunny huffed as her camera beeped in her hands. “Can I use yours real quick? I was trying to get this shot and I’m scared that if I move I’ll lose it.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Jonathan hands her his camera with a smile. His heart rate picks up when she takes it and their hands brush. Not just from her touch, but also from anxiety. He was really hoping she wouldn’t ask to use his camera. Earlier that morning he was sitting in his car before class, going through his photos and when he was scrolling he saw one he took of her a few days prior.

She was walking up the stairs a few steps above him and he had the perfect view of her panties, he just couldn’t help himself. He also couldn’t help himself when he pulled his hard cock from his jeans and started jerking off in his passenger seat with his camera gripped in his hands. When he came it was sudden, and way quicker than he expected so it shot onto the screen and the strap of his camera. It came off the screen easily, but the strap? Not so much. The more he tried to get it off the more it seemed to spread, so he ended up giving up. It had mostly dried since then but it was still a little tacky and he just prayed she wouldn’t notice.

“This is kinda sticky…” His heart immediately stopped beating in his chest as he watched her fingers stick and unstick from the strap. Part of him was terrified of her reaction but part of him was so turned on at the thought of her touching his cum that he wasn’t sure if he cared anymore or not.

“Oh shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to tell you before I handed it to you, I spilled juice on my desk this morning and it got on the strap, I tried to get it off but it just kept spreading around. I’m gonna have to get a new one tomorrow.” He scratched the back of his head, nervously biting his lip.

“Juice?” She raised her eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the strap to his and back down to the strap, her fingers touching it experimentally. “What kind?”

“What kind? Uh - Orange. Yeah, it was orange juice.”

“Orange juice? That’s my favorite…” Her brown eyes twinkle and she holds eye contact with him as she lets her tongue slip from between her plush lips, trailing it along the length of the strap with a moan. She licks her lips and smiles at him. “Mmm… tastes so good.”

Jonathan’s jaw drops, his cock feels like it’s going to explode in his jeans, his mind doesn’t even feel like it’s properly computing what just happened. She just licked his cum, and she liked the taste. Did she know? He genuinely doesn’t even know how to respond, and she either knows that or doesn’t seem to be aware of the effect she just had because she just shrugs and puts the strap over her head. She brings the camera to her face, capturing the shot she had her eye on.

“Okay! I think we should take some in that area over there, and maybe walk down a little further to see if we missed any before we head back?” She smiles at him, blissfully unaware of the fact that if she so much as breathed the right way right now he would cum in his pants.

“Yeah, sounds good!” His voice came out squeaky, and he adjusted himself in his jeans as subtly as possible, withholding a groan at the momentary relief in pressure.

The next hour was both heaven and hell for Jonathan, he loved spending time with Bunny, he truly did. But right now he felt like if he didn’t cum soon he was going to fucking die. If he didn’t know better he would think she was teasing him intentionally. She kept bending over in front of him, doing those cute little excited jumps she would do when she was happy causing her tits to bounce in that little white top. At one point she even said she “could really go for some orange juice now” and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. Making an excuse about homework and calling it a night.

“I think we got some good ones, don’t you, Jonny bear?” Bunny skipped alongside him, a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah Bunny, I think we definitely got some good ones…”

Jonathan huffed as he declined the call from an “unknown number” for the third time in the last ten minutes. Ever since he switched phone companies a few months ago he swears the amount of spam calls he's gotten has doubled. His phone rang again, the same unknown contact lighting up the screen. Whoever this was clearly wasn’t gonna give it up.

“Hello?”

“Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah this is him, who is this? Why do you keep calling me?”

“I think you know why, you little pervert. I’ve been watching you, I know about your little photo collection. I know about your obsession with your precious little Bunny.”

“W-what? I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about… whoever this is, leave me the hell alone.”

He scoffed, hitting the red circular button on his phone screen. This person was clearly fucking with him, and even if they weren’t they had no proof of anything. Fuck that. He let out a deep breath, trying to compose his anxious thoughts. He had just started to calm down when his phone abruptly started ringing again.

“You think you can hang up on me, Jonny boy? Think again. I’m not fucking around here, hang up the phone again and I’ll slit your little rabbits neck and come for you next. I’ll stab her more times than I did your low life daddy. Got it?”

“What the hell do you want? Who is this? If you seriously think I’m going to believe you’re the killer you’re insane. You’re obviously some asshole just trying to freak me out with everything that’s going on.”

“Oh so you wanna act tough? Don’t believe me? Check your texts.” His phone dinged seconds later and he removed it from his ear, clicking on the text notification from the unknown number. He gasped when he saw the contents of the text. It was a photo of him on the stairs, with his camera in his hands. The lens was tilted at Willow walking a few steps above him, directly up her little skirt.

“W-What do you want from me?”

“I don’t particularly want anything from you, I just wanted you to know I’m watching…If you want your little Bunny rabbit in one piece you’ll do what I say, when I say it. Got it? Have a good night, pretty boy… don’t let the bedbugs bite…” The line went dead, leaving Jonathan standing in the middle of his room alone, confused and shaking.

“He really called you? Like you’re sure it was him?” Bunny pouted as she leaned her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her folded hands. The red light of the darkroom reflects off her hair giving it a blood tinted hue.

“I’m pretty sure… He was really believable.” Jonathan gulped as he unrolled the negatives from their project, laying them out on the table.

“What did he say though? Did he threaten you??” Her brows furrowed, and yet again he just wanted to kiss right in between them, kiss all her worries away. Especially if she was worrying about him.

“Uh - yeah, kind of? He kind of made it seem like he’d be back later to force me to do something for him almost? I’m not really sure… but, he called Eddie and did the same to him. I’m pretty freaked out if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath as he loaded the negatives into the enlarger, getting the first one in frame to process.

“That’s so scary… especially with your guys’ dads last year, and now Nancy. It seems like he might be targeting you or something. How are you doing by the way? With Nancy being found and all…”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of been thinking the same… I’m trying not to think too much into it, but it’s hard not to, ya know? Also I’m doing… okay? It’s not like she and I were on good terms in the slightest but I didn’t want her to die or anything, especially like that. I’m a sad obviously… It just mostly feels weird knowing she’s gone, I guess.”

Not as sad as I would be if it were you. He almost said it, he had to physically stop himself. He’d never even held her hand but he would feel like the world was ending if even a hair on her head was misplaced. Nancy had been brutally murdered, he did everything with her except actually fuck her and he didn’t even shed a tear. Granted she cheated on him with Steve, and he literally sent him a photo of her with his dick shoved deep inside her from behind.

“Kind of strange that two of the victims have been girls Steve slept with, don’t you think?” Bunny inquired, her small hand grabs a piece of photography paper from the stack, placing it under the focus finder for him. She leaned over the table to look into the peephole, giving Jonathan a perfect view down her little pink dress that he just couldn’t resist. Her hair fell over her shoulder and into her eyes and he reached out, pushing it back without thinking. He almost apologized, scared he overstepped, but she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Thank you bear.”

“Yeah it’s a little strange, but if we are going by that logic he fucked me and Eddie’s dads too.” He chuckled at the thought, grabbing the sheet of paper with the photo Bunny took the other day and putting it into the liquid filled processing tub.

“Ha! I suppose you’re right about that. I know he won’t cancel his party either, he will totally see this as an opportunity to have everyone ‘chill and let loose’ or some corny shit.” She snorted, throwing her head back with a giggle.

“Yeah, you’re definitely right about that, Bunny.” He smiled, her giggle causing him to let out a chuckle of his own.

“Are you gonna go? To the party I mean.”

“Uh - I’m not sure, I’m still thinking about it. I think Eddie is going, if he does I probably will.” He shrugged, grabbing the next film strip and lining it up without thinking.

“Me and Sammy are going, it would be cool to see you there.” She smiled sweetly at him, her fingers twirling a strand of her hair. Her brown doe eyes were shining in the red light as she stared at him, far too distracted to notice the photo of her bent over in front of him at the cemetery being magnified by the negative carrier right next to her.

“Yeah? Then maybe I’ll go, I’ll let you know for sure. Um I -“ He stopped mid sentence when he turned back to the task at hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the photo in front of him. He quickly pulls the photo away, praying to whatever god is out there that she hadn’t noticed it.

“Oh shit - whoops!” Bunny let out a small gasp when she accidentally knocked over the stack of papers on the table, turning to pick them up off the ground, giving him yet another glimpse of her panties. It also gave him time to shove the film strip in his pocket and out of view.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just turned a little too fast and knocked these down, no biggie.” She picked up the stack, straightening it and putting it back on the table before pulling her dress back into place, giving him one of those smiles that is so sweet he feels like he’s going to get a cavity from it one day.

“Okay, cool, wanna keep going?” He smiled back, his cheeks dusted pink, he couldn’t help it, she was just so cute all the time, no matter what she was doing.

“Yeah, of course!” Her hand found his bicep, giving it a few soft strokes with her silky smooth thumb. It sent shivers through his entire body, there’s no way she didn’t feel the goosebumps raise on his skin.

“Cool, let’s do it, cutie. By the way I really do hope you decide to go, to the party I mean.” She winks at him, raising up on her tiptoes to place a soft lip gloss covered kiss on his cheek before turning back to the negatives, resuming her work like she didn’t just make his insides melt.

Jonathan wandered around the party with his camera around his neck and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes scanned the crowd every few seconds, keeping them peeled for Bunny. He knew she was here, he saw her car outside when he was coming up. He decided to grab a drink and perch himself against a wall in the living room. He people watched as he sipped the strong syrupy drink.

He caught sight of Eddie, sitting side by side with Sammy on the couch and he smiled to himself. From what Eddie had told him things between them seemed to be going well. He heard a giggle he would recognize anywhere coming from his left over the music and he turned his head only to be met with a sight that made his heart shatter.

Bunny was here, that was for sure. She was standing in front of Steve, in front of being an exaggeration, she was literally pressed up against him, trapping him between her and the wall. She had this mischievous look in her eyes that Jonathan had never seen, and the smile on her lips was almost sinister. She looked like she wanted to eat Steve alive and he never felt more jealous in his entire life. That should be him. You should be doing that cute hair twirling thing you do and giggling at his jokes. Not fucking Steve. Jonathan watched as you continued to whisper in his ear, Steve’s bottom lip catching between his teeth at whatever you were saying.

“Listen up everyone!! If we are gonna survive this night with a psycho killer on the loose we are gonna have to understand the rules!” Robin stood clapping her hands to gain everyone’s attention.

“Rules? At a party? Seriously?” Steve scoffed, stepping away from Bunny to walk into the living room. “I think that’s the last thing on everyone’s mind right now, Rob.”

“Yes rules, dingus!! First rule, you can NEVER have sex. Have sex, and you die!” Everyone in the room booed and laughed at that, no sex? At a party? At Steve Harrington’s house? Not likely.

“I think you’re a little late for that…” Steve smirked over his shoulder at Bunny, sending her a wink. Jonathan cringed as he watched her bite her lip, curling a finger towards herself as she walked towards the stairs. He wanted to scream while he watched Steve’s smirk turn into a full blown smile, and when Steve followed her up the stairs? He wanted to bash his head into the wall. Fuck.

Robin continued to rant about her “rules” but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying anymore. All the blood in his body rushed to his ears and everything in the room sounded like it was under water. He brought his drink to his lips, chugging the remainder of it before scanning the room again. Eddie was still sitting on the couch but Sammy was gone, so he made his way to his best friend’s side like a kid who just got his toy stolen at recess.

“Hey man…” Jonathan sighed as he flopped down next to Eddie.

“Hey dude, you okay? I saw uh - you know…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s cool. I’m sure she will say hi if she feels like it. Wanna smoke?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but Eddie knew him, he could tell how upset he truly was. But if he didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t going to pry.

“Yeah bro, light one up, why the hell not? It is a party after all, Robin’s rules be damned.”

Steve walked down the hall toward the door he saw Bunny go in, when he entered it was dark, and the door slammed behind him.

“Oh shit! Jesus Christ. Willow?” He searched the room for her but his eyes had yet to adjust so all he could see was darkness.

“Hey Stevie boy.” A voice came from behind him, one that definitely didn’t belong to the small blonde haired girl he was looking for.

“Wha-? Who's there? This isn’t fucking funny.” He whipped around towards the door, only to find it blocked by a black cloaked figure. The mask of the infamous “Ghostface” staring back at him. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble, seriously. I’m just looking for my girl -“

“Your girl?” The figure rushes him, slamming his back against a near wall. A shiny silver butcher's knife is held to his throat so tightly when he gulps it knicks him a little. “Since when has she ever been your girl? And if you didn’t want any trouble Steve… Why did you do it?”

“Do - do what? What did I do?” His voice comes out as panicked as his hazel eyes look, his hands shaking at his sides.

“You really don’t know? Or are you really so much of a prick that you don’t even understand the concept of right and wrong? Remember how you fucked Jonathan’s girlfriend and sent him a photo of your dick buried inside her? Or what about all the times you’ve called him ‘little dick Byers’?” The voice was harsh and masculine, which confused Steve slightly due to the fact that the person standing in front of him was half his size. Regardless, they had a knife to his throat and he had seen the photos of their victims.

“That’s what this is about? Byers? Seriously? I’m just giving him shit dude! I know that shit with Nancy wasn’t cool but I was just being a dick! I’m fucking sorry okay!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry? That’s so sweet Steve… you know, I was going to kill you, but I think I’ll let you go. I have a better idea… you’re gonna tell Jonathan just how sorry you are, and then you’re never going to fuck with him again. If I find out you do, I won’t kill you, but, I will tell everyone how ‘Big dick king Steve’ is really just a subby little baby with mommy issues who wants girls to play with his ass and spit in his mouth. Got it?” Ghostface chuckles, running the tip of the blade along the boy’s Adam’s apple.

“Yeah! Yeah! I got it! Please just let me go!” Steve has no idea how they know that, there’s only ever been two girls he’s shown that side of himself to, but right now he doesn’t fucking care, he just wants this knife as far away from his throat as possible.

“Oh Steve? if you want my advice? I’d own the whole sub thing, you’re kinda sexy when you beg…” The figure taps his cheek with the blade before backing away from him, leaving the room and locking him inside.

•

“THE KILLER IS FUCKING HERE!! HE FUCKING STABBED ME! HELP!!” A dude came running in the back door, holding his shoulder that was gushing blood. Screams erupted around the room, everyone running towards the door, bodies slamming into each other and drinks spilling as cups were dropped from hands in a frenzy.

“Fuck.” Jonathan was immediately on guard, discarding his own drink and scanning the room for Bunny and Eddie. He pushed through panicked party goers, yelling out both her real and her nickname, but she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the room for the fluffy curls of his best friend and came up empty. He rushed down the now empty hallway, poking his head into one of the bedrooms only to be pulled inside and slammed against the door.

A hand pressed against his mouth, his head shoved against the hard wood of the door, causing him to wince and close his eyes. His hands reached for the one covering his mouth, when they met silky soft skin his eyes shot open. Bunny. She was standing in front of him in her little pink dress, her small hand still held to his lips, but the look in her eyes is one he had never seen before. He tried to say her name but it came out muffled, he tapped her hand, silently asking her to move it. She complied, taking a small step back.

“Bunny? What’s going on? Are you alright?” His eye’s frantically searched her, landing first on the blood on her left shoulder, a bit of it staining the tips of her white hair. He couldn’t tell if it was hers or not. His brown irises traveled over her face, to his relief there wasn’t a scratch on it. But that’s when he noticed it, in her right hand, a butcher's knife, covered in blood. “Bunny? Why do you have that?”

“Aww, you’re so sweet to me Jonny Bear, I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.” A smirk stretches across her lips and that look he couldn’t identify before now presents itself as almost evil.

“Whose - whose is it then? And you didn’t answer my question Bunny… Why do you have that knife? Why is it covered in blood? What's going on?” Jonathan is frantic, his hands running through his hair as his breath starts to pick up.

“It’s Jason’s.” She shrugs, so nonchalantly, like holding a knife with one of their classmates' blood dripping from it is just an everyday occurrence.

“Jason’s? What happened to Jason?”

“Well… there is no more Jason.” She raises the knife, shaking it back and forth, that smirk on her face widening into a full blown smile. “Me and Sam made sure of that.”

“You and Sa - ? What do you mean Bunny? What did you do to Jason?” Jonathan is in disbelief, this isn’t the Willow he knows, did she seriously hurt Jason? Does that mean? No. She can’t be.

“Jonathan… baby, don’t do that.” She pouts as she closes the distance between them again, pressing her chest against his, the knife still held at her side.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I did. Well, what we did. We stabbed him in the neck, both sides. If you need me to spell it out for you.” She giggles, that giggle that usually sounds sickly sweet coming off far more sinister now.

“Bunny… I - does that mean you - you killed all of those people? Why? Why would you do that? I don’t understand you’re so-“ his eyes search her face, his sweet Willow, could she really have done this? Everything he knows about her tells him no, but the way she’s looking at him right now, and the knife in her hand? They tell him otherwise.

“Well, I didn’t kill all of them… Just your dad… and Nancy…” She brings a delicate finger up to his jaw, tracing it. “I did it for you, ya know? Because you deserve better than them.”

“For me? What - what do you mean you did it for me?” Jonathan was beyond confused, why would she do that for him?

“Well, I feel like your dead beat dad was a given, I saw how upset you were when he came around here last year, asking you for money and insulting you when you didn't have it. Hurting you. You thought I didn’t notice but I did. You think I don’t notice you but I do…” she presses herself closer to him, her hand cupping his jaw while she runs her thumb over his bottom lip. He gulps, and he knows it shouldn’t but his cock stirs in his pants at the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest.

“And Nancy… well I never liked her know it all ass anyways, but when I found out what she did to you? My blood boiled. Imagine having a sweet boy like you and hurting him like that? I almost killed Steve too… but I had a more fun idea for him. He’s locked in his room right now.” She giggles, her brown eyes shine and that sickly sweet smile doesn’t budge.

Jonathan is speechless, he still isn’t sure that this isn’t some kind of fucked up dream. His sweet Bunny, Willow, a killer?

“Don’t act like you’re not happy, Bear, I can feel your appreciation.” She ground herself against his hardening cock, the knife in her hand drags up his bare forearm and sends shivers through his entire body. “Plus, you aren’t so innocent, I know all about your little photo collection of me. I love how much you fall for my ditzy girl act, you didn’t ever think I was bending down in front of you in all those tiny skirts on purpose?”

“Were you… really?” He gasps, the knife continuing to travel up his shoulder, his collarbone, until it stops at his throat where she presses it lightly. Not enough to break the skin, just enough for him to feel it.

“Of course I was, oh, and orange juice? Jonny Bear, you really think I wouldn’t know? Pathetic virgin boy cum is my favorite flavor.” She bites her lip, her free hand coming to tug on the strap of his camera that he has yet to replace.

“You knew? I felt so bad, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know what to say and I -“

“Jonathan!” She holds a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I’d like to get a taste of the real thing… if I’m being honest.” She bites her plump lower lip, her eyes traveling his face. He looked confused, but scared? No. When her eyes met his there was lust there.

“You do?” He bites his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he looks at her. The smile on her face is still there, but the look in her eyes is now filled with hunger and it makes his heart rate pick up in a different way.

“Yeah, can I taste you?” She leans up on her tiptoes, her lips graze his ear and it sends shivers through his body.

“Please.” He whimpers and it’s like music to her ears.

She tosses the knife across the room and it hits the wooden floor with a clank. She takes the camera from around his neck, bringing the strap to her lips and darting her tongue across it with a moan. Putting the camera around her own neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” She drops to her knees and smiles up at him and her voice is like honey, and if he didn’t know any better he would believe she was the sweet girl he thought she always was until ten minutes ago.

She undoes his belt, undoing his button and zipper with haste. She pulls his pants down to his ankles in one swift motion and his cock springs free, hitting his stomach. It’s long and thick, honestly bigger than she expected and she moans at the sight. She takes it in her hand, her thumb circling the head, spreading around the precum that gathered there.

“Oh shit bunny.” Jonathan whimpers and sends shockwaves to Bunny’s core.

“Mmm.. I knew you’d sound so sweet whimpering for me, Jonny Bear.” She leans forward to kitten lick his head and moans at the taste of him. “And you taste so good.”

She smirks at him, batting her mascara covered lashes as she takes his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Jonathan moans, his hands coming up to clutch the wall behind him, his head thrown back.

“Oh god.” His voice sounds fucked out, his cheeks flushed, and he’s trying really fucking hard not to cum already. The way Bunny’s plump lips look so perfect wrapped around his cock just like he thought they would, her big doe eyes staring up at him as she moans around him. She takes the rest of him down her throat and he jerks forward, causing her to gag. “Oh sh - shit, I’m sorry bunny, fuck.”

“Mmm that’s okay baby, I liked it.” She takes him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her small hand comes up to play with his balls and his eyes roll back, a loud moan ripping from his chest.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gon-“ Jonathan is seconds away from cumming when she pulls off of him with a pop.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, don’t you want to cum inside of me?” Bunny stands, that smirk on her face ever present. “You look so cute like this… I think I should take a picture. It’s only fair that I have one of you since you have so many of me, don’t you think, Bear?”

“Uh - yeah, yeah, I think that’s… fair.” Jonathan blushed profusely, the thought of her taking a photo of him with his pants around his ankles and his hard leaky cock exposed feels humiliating. But god he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even more.

“Good boy.” Her voice is sickly sweet and those words leaving her mouth make Jonathan moan. She takes a step back, holding the camera to her face. She clicks the button not once, but twice. She pulls the camera over her head, setting it on a dresser in the room before her dress follows. His jaw drops and a whine leaves his lips at the sight of her bare before him. No bra or panties to be found under that little pink dress. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed for me.”

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. He quickly removes all his clothing as she watches with lust filled eyes. He lays down on the guest bed, his cock still hard and at attention. His brown eyes are wide with wonder as Bunny walks over to the bed to straddle him. She grabs his face in her hand, squeezing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger roughly. But when she leans down to kiss him for the first time her lips are gentle, and so so soft and her lip gloss tastes like bubblegum. Jonathan moans into the kiss, his hands instinctively grabbing onto her hips.

“I wanna taste you too, Bunny.” He whimpers against her lips. “Will you sit on my face? Please Bunny?”

“Mmm… next time, baby. I’ll give you a little taste though, since you’ve been such a good boy for me.”

She uses her hands to push herself up against his chest, and god does she look beautiful sitting above him. Jonathan watches as she brings two fingers to her core, sliding them inside her. She fucks them into herself a few times and he can hear how wet she is. She pulls her fingers from herself and brings them to his lips.

“Suck.” Jonathan eagerly takes her fingers into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her finally on his tongue. Bunny settled herself on his lap, her slick pussy lips sat directly on his cock. She grinds down, easily gliding along his length with how wet she is. “I can’t wait anymore to have this pretty cock stretching me out.”

She pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to his cock, rubbing her spit along the head. She takes his shaft in her hand, rising up on her knees and sliding his tip through her slick folds. She pushes his head inside, grinding up and down a few times before slamming the rest of the day down onto his cock in one thrust.

“FUCK! BUNNY!l Jonathan moans, his eyes crossed, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Mmm Jonny bear, you feel so fucking good, filling me up just right, you’re so good for me. My good boy.” Bunny starts to bounce up and down on his cock, her hands planted on his chest and her manicured nails pierce his flesh in the best way.

“You feel - so good Bunny. So good. So warm. Oh god.”

He’s a whimpering mess, the girl of his dreams is riding him like her life depends on it, her pussy sucking him in like it was fucking made for him. Her tits bounce in his face and he wants to grab them so badly, it’s like she can sense his hesitation because she grabs his hands and brings them to her chest, squeezing. He greedily takes the invitation, his hands grouping onto the plush flesh.

“Did you jerk off to those pictures of me, bear? Is that why there was cum on your camera strap? Just couldn’t resist, could you?” She mock pouts at him, her thrusts never faltering.

“Y- yes. Yes, I saw this photo I forgot I took and - fuckingshitohmygod - and I just couldn’t help myself. It was in my car, in the parking lot at school too.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot baby, I love how much you want me. It drives me crazy.” She laces her fingers into his hair and pulls, It earns her one of those pathetic little whimpers she wants to record and listen to on repeat. She leans forward, attaching her lips to his neck. She sucks hard, making sure to leave her mark. “And you’re all mine, huh? My good boy? You don’t even care that I killed those people, do you? Just wanna be my little slut and let me use you?”

“Fucking, shit, yeah Bunny. I - Jesus Christ - I’d do anything for you.” His hands grip onto her ass but other than that he’s like puddy underneath her and you can tell he’s getting close.

She sits up again, her thrusts becoming harder and faster than ever. She brings her hand between her legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” She brings her other thumb to his lip, running the digit across it. “Gonna fill me up?”

“I - FUCK!” Jonathan stiffens beneath her, his fingernails digging so deep into the skin of her ass that she feels the skin break. Seconds later he’s spilling inside her, the feeling sending her over the edge as well. She grinds through her high on his over sensitive cock, breathy little gasps leaving her lips while he whimpers overstimulated and at her mercy.

“Holy shit.” Bunny chuckles, rolling off of him and into his side with a groan. She snuggles up into his chest and he happily takes her into his arms. “That was amazing. You were so good for me Bear, my good boy, you’re always gonna be my good boy. From now on… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

And she meant it. She would protect him at all costs. Even if it meant she had to go a little mad sometimes.

[burnthoneydrops]

Meet the Parents (j.b. x reader)

pairing: jonathan byers x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none? use of Y/N but otherwise gender neutral pronouns

a/n: my first jonathan post! i love this boy so much and his appreciation on tumblr is lacking so i decided to add to it! i hope you enjoy!

“Mom! We’re home!” Jonathan calls as he closes the front door behind the two of you.

You hear shuffling in the living room and the creak of the couch springs moving beneath someone getting up. “They know I’m coming right?” You double check, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and squeezing for dear life. 

“Yeah, I mentioned it,” he reassures, and yet you can’t help but not believe him. The Byers seemed so nice from what Jonathan had told when you first started going out, and you were just scared you’d be an imposition. 

“Oh my God, hello!” Joyce, you assume based on the description Jonathan gave you, turns the corner from the living room, and you catch the sound of the television still playing. “It’s so good to finally meet you!” She smiles, hesitantly wrapping her arms around you. Once you return the hug, she fully hugs you before Jonathan fakes a cough. “And hello to you too,” Joyce teases. 

“Mom, this is Y/N,” Jonathan gestures between the two of you with a smile, happy to see two of the most important people in his life getting along. 

“You’re even prettier than Jonathan said,” Joyce wipes her hands on her jeans. Then, without giving you a second to react, “Will, honey, can you turn the TV off and come out here?” 

You exchange a look with Jonathan, who looks significantly more embarrassed than he did when you walked in. You smile at him, trying not to laugh before Will walks around the corner, joining the little party in the hallway. “Hi Will,” you initiate, holding out your hand, not wanting to assume anything. 

“Hi,” he replies, awkwardly shaking your hand before dropping both of his back to his sides. “So you’re the person Jonathan yaps on and on about,” he glances over at his brother as Jonathan makes a sound to get him to stop, “I swear it’s a daily occurrence”. 

“Oh, well I hope it’s all good things,” you chuckle before giving Jonathan another look, both of your cheeks turning red. 

“Well, I was waiting for you to finish up dinner so I think I’ll go get that sorted,” Joyce breaks the silence as she turns toward the kitchen. 

“Oh, can I help Mrs. Byers?” You ask, also looking for any excuse to move to a different space or conversation. 

“Oh no, I’m alright hon. Thanks though,” she smiles as she walks fully into the kitchen, leaving you, Jonathan and Will alone. 

“What were you watching Will?” Jonathan asks. 

“Scooby Doo,” Will replies.

“Ah man! That’s totally cool! Can I watch it with you?” You ask, trying to show an interest in his likes and dislikes. 

Will’s eyes light up, “Really? You wanna watch it with me?” 

“Duh! That sounds so cool!” You nod, smiling wider. 

“Sick!” He grabs your hand and quickly shuffles back to the couch, pulling you behind him as you let out a light laugh, hearing Jonathan shuffle behind you. 

“Hey, last time I checked they were my date!” Jonathan comments as he follows up the end of the line, taking a place next to you as Will had pulled you to sit next to him. 

After finishing the episode Will was watching, Joyce calls that dinner is ready and the three of you make your way over to the kitchen, the family taking their unassigned assigned seats at the table before you sit at the other open seat. Joyce asks you questions about your life, your classes, and what you like to do for fun while Will asks you questions to see if you have any other things in common that he can nerd out about with you. The dinner went better than you expected, and your nerves melted the longer you sat at their table. When dinner ends, Jonathan offers to take you on a tour of the house, and you smile at all the family pictures on the walls, taking special note of all the baby pictures of him. He tries to avoid those like the plague, tugging your wrist to get you to walk faster, but you stamp your feet in the ground, wanting to take a good mental image of them. 

The two of you stop in his room and sit slightly uncomfortably on his bed. His room feels so much like him it's almost insane, but you definitely would have guessed it was his if you had to. It’s comforting to see the parts of your favorite person reflected so clearly in their chosen environment, and you can’t help but smile and take in every little detail as you look around. 

“Are you making fun of my stuff?” Jonathan asks, slightly joking. 

“No, it’s just so…you” you shrug. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, it just looks like you decorated it. I like it,” you assure him. 

He grabs your hand and pulls you slightly closer to him before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, hesitating for a moment before you lean your head in the space he created, giving him the confirmation to fully rest his arm on you. “Do you think your family liked me?” You ask carefully. 

“Yeah!” He laughs, “my mom was obsessed with the idea of meeting you and…” he trails off, rethinking saying what he was about to say. 

“What?” You glance up at him. 

“Will wasn’t entirely wrong about me talking about you all the time”. 

“Aw. You’re really something Jonathan Byers, you know that?” 

“Hopefully a good something?” He questions. 

“A very good something,” you nod, leaning back into his shoulder.

You two sit in silence for a moment before Jonathan looks back down at you. “Do you actually like Scooby Doo?” 

“Yeah! I mean I haven’t watched it in a while but yeah, it’s a good show,” you cover. You had never watched Scooby Doo in your life. 

“You lied to impress my little brother”. 

“I did no such thing”. 

“You know he’s only 13 right?” He laughs. 

“13 year olds are scary dude,” you counter. 

“Whatever you say”. 

“Not your family though. They were really nice,” you smile, soaking in the moment. 

“I’m really happy you agreed to meet them. I knew you’d get along. I’m really happy I met you, Y/N”. Jonathan smiles as he looks at you before staring back at the wall. 

“I’m really happy I met you too Jonathan”. You two continue to sit in his room, enjoying each other’s company before he offers to drive you home. Joyce sends you with a container of leftovers, joking that it’s just another excuse to see you again. You thank her before Will gives you a hug goodbye, which you quickly return and Jonathan nods that you two should go. You express your thanks again as you get in the car before the two of you drive off, and you are thankfully significantly less nervous than you were when you were last in his car.

[lost-between-letters]

I Can't Sleep

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader (she/her)

Word Count: 1,667

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v sex, fluff

Summary: sleepy sex with Jonathan. Nothing more, nothing less

A/N: you know me, this might contain a few typos (but hey, I'm back with a new fic!) Also I absolutely can not judge whether it's good or bad, sorry

Out of nowhere, Jonathan's arm settled over her waist. A comforting weight that grounded Y/N in the here and now immediately.

"Thinkin' too much?" The question was little more than a hoarse whisper into the crook of her neck.

Jonathan had nestled his nose right behind her ear. Y/N shuddered at every puff of air drifting over her skin. Slowly, she nodded.

Yeah, definitely thinking too much. Though the current imagery was far more pleasant than the last. Just his broad chest pressed against Y/N's back shifted her frenzied brain to a possible out.

"Want me to make it stop?" Jonathan asked. It was an offer and an invitation all the same.

This had happened before - actually happened quite frequently. Some nights, too little exhaustion had her brain running without a finish line in sight. At first, it had terrified Y/N, time ticking away while sleep refused to come to her and she wasn't getting tired. Which of course did nothing to solve the problem.

Only when they had shared a sleepless night together - neither of them able to grow tired enough to consider rest - they had found a solution that satisfied all parties.

So Y/N nodded once again and pressed her hips into Jonathan's front. "Please."

He took a second to resettle, to get impossibly closer. Then, his hand snuck under her sleep shirt (well technically it was still Jonathan's but Y/N had stolen it ages ago) and danced over her skin. At first, the light touch was barely enough to rise goosebumps and a warm feeling.

Large fingers reached up to cup her tits just then. With expert movements, Jonathan immediately found the exact angle to roll her nipple and have Y/N arch into the touch.

"Feels good baby?" He whispered as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. There, his hand rested merely inches above her underwear, a ghost of a touch almost where she wanted it.

Y/N bathed in the softness of it all. There was nothing hurried about this just yet, only Jonathan wanting to make her feel good, make them have some fun together. "Feels perfect Jon."

Apparently that was his cue. With another delicious twist to her nipple, Jonathan slowly pushed the flimsy material of her panties to the side and cupped her slit.

Even the little bit of friction was enough to make Y/N's breath stutter in her throat. Jonathan pressed his mouth against her neck so that she could feel his grin. "You're already so wet for me."

It was true, Y/N could feel her arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed them along her slit. But she could also feel Jonathan's growing hardness press against her butt through the soft material of his sweatpants.

"And you're already hard." she turned her head until she could look at his moonlit face. Then, she pushed back, rubbed herself against him.

Soft moans fell from both of their lips at the friction. Y/N already imagined how it would feel to have Jonathan inside of her from that angle, how deep he would reach like that with their bodies pressed together so closely. That alone made her drip onto his fingers even harder.

Which of course did not go unnoticed by Jonathan. "I can feel you growing wetter sweetheart. What are you thinkin' about?"

His words were punctuated by a single finger sinking inside of her. Y/N gasped and pushed into the touch immediately.

"You." There was not a second of hesitation or shyness in that statement.

"Anything in particular?" Jonathan teased. He started a slow rhythm of alternating his finger pushing inside of her and his other hand massaging her tits and manipulating her nipples.

It was almost too much already, feeling Jonathan's hands all over her, feeling his cock as insisting weight resting against her lower back, his broad chest a sure border behind her. Jonathan was all around her and she loved it.

Y/N wrapped her hand around his forearm. She needed to hold onto something. And if that something was the arm that was currently fucking her so that she could feel the muscles flexing under her fingers - then so be it.

Suddenly, another finger entered her just as his pace picked up. "Baby what do you want me to do?"

Y/N didn't know - keep up what he was doing right now? She ground her hips into his touch, wanted his fingers to go deeper, wanted Jonathan to really fuck her- "I want your cock."

Every movement stopped.

Then, Jonathan let out a shuddering breath that slid cold over her heated skin. "Fuck baby. Straight forward tonight, are we?"

"You love it," Y/N said just a little out of breath and squeezed him through his pants.

Her reward was a choked off moan and his fingers digging deeper into her cunt.

"Yeah I do," Jonathan replied once he caught his breath again.

Then, his fingers left her. Y/N pushed back into some sort of friction - damn close to start touching herself as Jonathan withdrew completely. "Jon!"

"At least let me get rid of my pants." His voice tipped down in low amusement. It got another edge to it too that had Y/N want him even more.

She wanted to turn around and push the pants out of the way herself.

Jonathan didn't let her.

His arms wrapped around Y/N once again, pinned her in place. Then, he pressed up behind her with his naked cock brushing her panties. Y/N shivered and spread her legs wider.

But that wasn't what Jonathan was going at. For now. One finger tapped against her hip and the material of her panties. "Can I take these off?"

Y/N didn't wait for him to do so. Unceremoniously, she shrugged out of them and disposed of them somewhere on a part of her bedroom floor she would worry about later.

"Will you fuck me already?"

Jonathan didn't answer verbally. Instead, he put his hand on her upper thigh and pushed her legs open gently.

His cock followed suit, resting heavy against her entrance. Y/N was wet enough that Jonathan could slide in smoothly with one languid thrust.

"Feel so good baby." Jonathan nibbed at her throat once again, his voice breathy at the strain of not thrusting immediately.

That right here was almost Y/N's favourite part. She felt so full, Jonathan inside and around her and on top of her and everywhere. Not to mention the pleasure dancing at every nerve ending he was touching.

"You too," she sighed and rolled her hips experimentally.

The result was Jonathan moaning and tightening his grip on her thigh.

So Y/N did it again. This time, she could feel it too, the pleasure of his cock dragging against her walls and looking for that one spot that had her feeling stars in her veins.

"Who's fucking who here?"

And just like that, Jonathan started moving on his own while holding her hips in place. It wasn't too tight - Y/N would have been able to move out of it if she wanted to - but it was an intoxicating feeling. He built up a slow rhythm of deep thrusts that was sure to drive Y/N insane.

"Jonathan please," she whined and arched into his touch.

It worked like a charm. Jonathan could never resist her begging, less so when she was squeezing down on his cock at the same time.

While his pace picked up, his fingers pushed away from her thigh and to her clit instead. He was fucking her in earnest now.

Y/N had to bite down on her own hand to stop from moaning loudly. There were so many sensations at once, the soft cotton of the shirt soaking with sweat between them, Jonathan's naked body behind her, his hands on her, driving her crazy. And of course his cock fucking her towards a powerful orgasm.

"Am I making you feel good?" Jonathan asked teasingly and heightened the pressure of his fingers on her clit.

He was drawing fast circles on it now as his thrusting lost its rhythm. Jonathan was getting close.

And Y/N was already there waiting for him. Everything inside of her coiled up until Jonathan rubbed her just so and pushed inside of her once more.

She was toppling over the edge before she knew it, her cunt spasming around him violently. Jonathan swore into her skin, his face hidden in her neck.

With three more thrusts, Jonathan buried himself deep inside of her as he came as well. Y/N could feel it hot inside of her as they rode out their orgasms.

Eventually, they stilled. Jonathan was inside of her still, his arms wrapped around her and pressing her close to him. Just as the euphoria of the orgasm died down, bone deep tiredness set in.

Y/N stiffled a yawn and snuggled back into him. Only to feel Jonathan move inside of her at her own movement and gasped at the overstimulation.

"Sorry Sweets," he mumbled and pulled out gingerly.

"Noo." Y/N pawed at his arm as Jonathan got up.

He chuckled. "Gotta clean you up baby."

"But I wanna cuddle," She was aware that she was whining but Y/N didn't really care, "you wanted to get me tired and now I am and you're leaving?"

"Not for long," he promised, already halfway to the bathroom.

Still, Y/N kept pouting. She was feeling heavenly loose and sleepy and Jonathan wanted her to move? No thank you.

It turned out that Jonathan didn't in fact wanted her to move. He cleaned her up himself, so gently that Y/N wanted to cry and then climbed back into bed with her.

He even got her a fresh pair of panties.

"I love you," Y/N said earnestly and rolled straight on top of him, "but if you keep being antsy, I swear I'll duct tape you to this bed."

Jonathan laughed. "I love you too. Sleep baby."

With him wrapped around her once more, Y/N did just that.

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r is a little mean not really but yk, dom!r/sub!j, calling self dumb/stupid, racist/sexist talk?, face riding, babying r and j, praising/downgrading kink, marking kink, claiming kink kinda?, j is insecure, a whole lotta jealousy, different positions, bubbly!r (BIMBO BEHAVIOR) ma'am/mama kink,, r is a little bit bipolar and hot-headed, r is in control for the most part, little bit of yandere Jonathan, pleasing and pleasure, pet names such as; good boy, sweet boy, baby, my love and mines.

YOU WERE IN THE HALLWAY OF HAWKINS HIGH, TALKING TO A FRIEND, Barbara Holland; you guys were talking about the last grades you've gotten in Mr. Rollins History class.

"Honestly, I might just go jump off of Bellwood Quarry.." you mumbled looking in your locket,

"Y/N don't say stuff like that." Barbara called out which made you feel even more dumb, you rolled your eyes.

"Right, sorry." You whispered with a attitude a bit, "I just hate his class, I'm starting to think he just pick on me.., what if he is a racist?" you started going on, "He probably can't stand seeing a black women be successful, you know-he could be a racist and a sexist!"

"I don't know about all of that, but maybe?"

Just as you closed your locket, and turned around you were met with a couple of popular boys,

"Hey Y/N?" the one named Riley started, as he friends followed behind him.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him and giving off a bubbly smile, "What do you want, Riley.."

He smirked your way before reaching a hand out to touch the fat exiting from your fishnets, you squirmed away from his touch before Barbara slapped his hands away.

"Don't you dare touch a girl without her permission."

He looked at her with angry eyes before he spat at her, "Who do you think your talking to, who even are you-leave."

You could tell by his voice he wasn't playing, he was dead serious.. you hoped and prayed that Barbara would stay and she did.

"Bara.. just go."

Just as you seen the fire in his eyes and his mouth about to open again you quickly pushed Barbara away telling her you’d met her in the cafeteria, which she disliked but did it anyways.

“Thank you, Y/N, I just wanted to ask you to help me with the essay.. right like you said you will.” He said soft but seriously, you sighed and nodded as he winked at you and kissed your cheek.

And then started to walk ahead.

Just as you let out a breath you turned to see Jonathan looking at you, sorrow eyes but filled with anger and disgust.

"Jonathan!"

Just as you called out his name he turned and looked at you for another second before moving along and rushing into a empty classroom.

You head went empty as dropped your book into your locker slam the mini-door and ran towards the classroom, "Jonathan?"

As you got walked further into the classroom where were a breath on your back causes all of the hairs on your body to raise.

"Jesus.. J you scared me!"

Just as you were turning around you felt him grab ahold of your hand, tightly twisting you around as you were met by his forehead press against yours.

"Hi, Jon." you said calm and sweetly, he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you.

Laying his head on your shoulder as you giggle at the open mouth kisses he was laying onto your neck.

"Can you stop playing and let me know what's wrong?" you giggle to him as he is nose brushed off of your skin.

"Why does he always come and talk to you.. like sitting by you in class-aka my seat and kissing you cheek and winking at you??"

The questions sinked into your for a while, you started to realize his voice was breaking as he was till trying to stay calm but was getting angry and flustered at the thought of him with you.

"I don't know J.. I don't think it's that serious."

"No, no.. he can't-he's just trying to take you away from him." he said while looking down on the floor disgusted by you not noticing the little things..

"J?" you reached for his hand as he moved his away from yours.

You carried your hand towards his face cupping his cheeks as you forced him to look into your eyes.

"Jonathan.., baby?" his eyes were place all around the room as you were trying your best to get his attention, "Baby.. there is no need to be jealous sweet boy."

"No.. I want you to stay.. your mines?"

"I'm always yours, never still stop being yours." you said as he patted his cheek twice.

Just as the words came out your mouth you can see the more lovable and lust full up his eyes, he blinked once before pressing his forehead against yours once more.

His breathing increase as you wrapped your arm around his waist.

You always knew he loved to be babied and you were the only one to do that for me.

You breathed slowly watching him very closely almost forgetting how to breath as you caught a deep breath as his lips were finally touching yours.

You immediately respond to the kiss, pulling at his hair was he eyes shot back open just as his mouth did looking into your devil eyes.

Your fingers all attached to his scalp, as his hands gripped onto your shirt so closely wanting more of you and need it desperately.

Chuckling into the kiss even more as you gripped his shoulders and jump, lashing your legs around his waist as he quickly wrapped the arm around your hips holding you still.

Just as he was losing his balance to busy worked about you can craving more, he pushed desks together as you both fell on top of it, he stop caught his breath and crashed his lips against yours for the 2nd time, over and over on repeat,

Feeling him touch all upon your body you intended to giggle and laugh craving him just as much as he is craving you.

His kissed went from your lips to all over your neck, and on your collarbone, he pulled at your button-up shirt before looking up at you with his buried lips and a small smile.

You smiled and pulled him up to you kissing him lustfully on his lips before nodding, "Yes baby,, show me how much you want me to only be yours!"

He unbuttoned your shirt and gave you kiss on your chess and the middle of your breast before he asked you to lift up a little,

Just as you did what you were asked you felt his hands crawling on your body as he got your shirt fully off and unclipped your bra slowly before gripping onto your skirt and the liner of your fishnets.

You nodded once more before he kissed your belly button and your waistline dragging your skirt down your legs, making your squirm around at the exposer of your unclothed clit rubbing against the fishnets so closely which was most definitely leaving marks.

He backed away just as he admired your body for a minute or more, before taking off his shirt, and hovering over you as his belt was dropped to the floor.

Just as he gotten closer to you and kissed your stomach, you wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

"Mm..not that, you have to tell me what you want baby, okay?" you told him.

Jonathan just started to whine, as he tried to kiss the bottom half of your stomach once more but you trapped his hand.

All he could whimper and whine, he wanted to tell you so bad but no words were forming nor coming at.

"Jonathan." you called out to him just as his name but he just couldn't respond at all.

"Maybe, if I shove my pussy in your face you'll start speaking?" You questioned him just as he nodded a little, "Ain't that are J-baby?"

"You just a little pussy-drunk, sweet boy"

As the word came out of your mouth, you loosen up a bit, pushing Jonathan onto his knees and sliding your body to the edge to the table just as your legs were onto your shoulders.

His arms wrapped around my hips while licking your slit, looking up at you with pleasing eyes.

You moaned to him as you smiled and nodded as he sucked your clit, rocking your hips back and force on his face grinding that nub against his nose to add yourself more pleasure.

Back arching as his tongue entered you caused you both to moan as you pushed back against him.

Feeling yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm, your hands reach for his hair as you got him closer, pulling at his hair and all.

You were going to cum, and he knew you were as well.

"Im gonna cum.. honey oh goodness-where do you want it?" you asked in a whining whisper,

He moaned against your private before licking and sucking more wanting you to cum so badly.

“J-jonathan !” gripping onto his hair as you yelp, pulling him away.

“Stop being so naughty as answer me, okay..” you said harsh a bit as you seen him

He pouted looking up at you, as you slapped his face a little wanting him back to reality.

'Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am." he whimpered looking up at you as you smiled and move your hand from his red cheek to the top of his head.

He moaned at the patting of his head and the feeling of you messing and pulling at his hair, just for a moment staring at his glossy lips that were filled with you juices you had a idea.

"I'm gonna cum all over you face, okay baby?" you added as he nodded, "Maybe I'll even make you walk out this classroom with my juices upon your face, huh?"

He just moaned loudly at your words, trying to push himself back between you legs to hind his face, but you didn't let him at all.

"Please.. mama-sorry!" you smiled at his mistake and chuckle, before pulling him by his hair to face you.

"Say it again.." you whispered in his ear.

"Please?"

"No you know what I'm talking about, say it again or you won't cum." you demanded to him as he whimpered at the gripping of his hair.

"Im sorry mama.. Im sorry!"

You were in awe for a second, empty minded and do hungry for him now, "Get me to cum on your face right now, and then ill let you fuck me.. and maybe I'll cum in that mouth of your again after."

He slimed before kissing your shoulder and gripping you lower waist before pushing his darken dick against your unclothed cunt.

"Better get to work but you have blue balls."

Just as that was said you pushed him back down to his knees as he gripped your legs and thighs with one hand and the other he was palming himself, secretly but you didn't care.

You wanted to be mean and embarrass him with all of your cum on his face as he leaves out the room.

But then the other half of you wanted him to know he was yours and that you were only his and you loved him more then anything.

You mind could go empty and the only person that would still be in there is Jonathan he was your top idea, top accomplishment, he was your success, he was what you needed and what you want.

Your head fell back as you felt him rolling the fishnets around your clit as he sucked onto both, making you melt onto the desks.

"Close.. close!" You were closed to cumming and close to him bring the emptied minded bimbo out of you,

you just knew, and you could feel that this was going to be a mega orgasm.. you can tell by how he was eating you like a starving man.. you were going cum hard,, and mean it.

Just after your mind started going blink as you felt him slide two fingers inside of you curling them up repeatedly bring you closer to the climax.

"Please-Ahh! oh-oh Jonathan baby-oh my godddd! Aaaaghh~-" you grip his hair as you started to shake and grind onto his head, brushing his nose near your entrance and rolling off of the nub as he suck harsh and quickly onto your clit,

"Out.. Im gonna cum.. let me cum in on your face,, out-aaaaAh~~ please!" you moaned as your eyes gotten burry and you couldn't see nothing be Jonathan between your legs and the sounds of him lapping you up and down, quicker, faster and more and more.

He pulled his fingers out just as you told him, just as you came straight onto his face with a loud cry, with a mixture of a whimper and moan, so much pleasure just in a little amount of time.

You body fell back unto the table of the desk just as you groan from the pain, but moan at the pleasure as Jonathan was still lapping up all of your juice not leaving a single leak.

Just as you whined for him to give you a break you were in a different positive, 'mixed missionary',

As he kissed your neck, and upon your shoulder to your cheek, and then you lips you just wanted more and more.

"Please hurry.." and when that was said from you he pushed in cock into your warm wet and sloppy cunt.

Both of you feeling each others pulse, and moaning at the pleasure, one of your legs wrapped around his back, pushing him further inside of you,

While the other is wrapped up on his legs holding on tight as you hands are on his shoulders pulling him closer as they met once you get them around his upper chess.

Pressing his thin-harden nipped against your larger breast, adding more pleasure.

You kissed him as he quickly reposed by entering his tongue into your mouth, "Please.. mama-can I-ah~ mama please!"

He moaned into your mouth as you tap his tongue with yours, letting them both collide causes you both to moan and cling to each other more and more.

Jonathans placed his hand on the back of your head and make you tilt your head to the side a little, as you guys were full on French kissing, making out moaning back and forth into each others mouths.. pulling away closely as he held your head against his forehead,

needing to feel you breath, and see the pleasure in your eyes.

There were a few more peck here and there as he pull out, making you cling to nothing but a enough hole, just as he slams back into you making that moan come out very loudly as he laughed as your mouths brush against each other before doing it again.

You mind was going empty, you could think about anything, it was just the sound of skin slapping and the sight of Jonathan above you, pleasing you, and you letting him know you were all of his.

He didn't even bother going at a slow pace in the beginning he hit hard and fast thrusts, looking deeply into your eyes as he pressed another kiss upon your lips to make sure you were comfortable.

"God-Jonathan.., stop worrying about me-be a good boy and cum for your on good,, love ahh~!" you spoke soft to him as you kissed him once more, as he whimpered to you.

One last kiss before he place you head into his left hand and moved his right to add pleasure to your clit, you moaned and whined at the movement from under, and tried to push and run away.

"Please-ahh~ I don't think I can hold it... again.. again~ Aaaah~!" You babbled

You were going anything, your body started to twitch just as you called out for Jonathan he pushed back away from you just as you squirted onto your lower stomach and his dick and lower chess.

He moaned in surprise as he left you squeeze him inside of you pushing him deeper as the juices form you pussy leak and rushed onto him just as he thrusted more and you squirted more and more until you came onto his dick.

Jonathan head fell back as he pulled away, while pulling out and cumming onto your wet sweaty fishnets and belly.

"Did I do good mama?" he asked with sparkles in his eyes as you panted and nodded your head.

He sat your up, onto the edge of the desk once again as he gotten back onto his knees and kissed your thighs and biting wanting to mark you, and to hear you voice.

"I love you sweet boy.. okay?" you stated looking down at him, "Im yours and your mines,,"

He nodded his head as he opened his mouth waiting for you to do something, which you did.

You placed your fingers into your dripping hole, and took a scoop on before placing it into his place, letting him suck them clean.

"Open, my love.. open your pretty mouth for me." you said to him as he obeys, just as his mouth was fully open you spat into it smiling down at him as he melted into you thighs,

Just as you spat down your belly telling it travel to your wet cunt and placed two of your finger down to mix it in as you and Jonathan stared at each other the whole time.

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Kinkmas Day 3 (Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), unprotected sex (wrap it pls), fingering, taking photos

WC: 1.1k

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“What do you think of this one?” you ask your boyfriend, holding up a plaid skirt and a long-sleeved black shirt. “I was gonna wear some tights underneath, dress it up a little bit.”

Jonathan nods, adjusting his own tie. “It looks good,” he says, giving his sheepish smile. “But you always look good.”

You roll your eyes and throw a sock at him. “Babe, this is important!” you whine. “It’s the first time I’m meeting your co-workers, and I wanna make a nice impression.” Jonathan had been working as the senior photographer at the Hawkins Post before your relationship began ten months ago, but their annual Christmas party would be your formal introduction to his professional life.

Jonathan’s gaze is drawn to your body as soon as you strip off the lounging clothes you’re wearing, revealing your bare chest and black lace panties. You catch him staring and grin mischievously. 

“Why don’t you take a picture, Byers? It’ll last longer,” you tease, poking out your tongue at him.

“Actually, um, can I?” he asks, chuckling nervously. “For my eyes only, of course,” he adds reassuringly, wrapping his large hands around your waist and pressing chaste kisses to the skin between your breasts.

You nod slowly, melting into his touch. “Just for you,” you murmur, whimpering as he leaves to grab his camera.

Nerves settle into your stomach as you sit back in his desk chair. You’ve never posed naked before; would you even look good? Would the camera pick up a new imperfection or flaw that will completely repulse Jonathan?

You’re still lost in your thoughts when he returns, camera in hand. “Y’ready?” His smile turns into a concerned pout when he notices you overthinking. “Hey, we don’t have to…I just thought…”

“I want to…I’m just kinda nervous,” you admit shyly. “What if I look weird and un-sexy?”

He tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses you deeply. “I don’t think that’s possible. But, if you’ll let me, I could give you some poses to try.”

“Okay,” you whisper. He pulls you onto the bed, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Now,” he gently explains, “sit back on your knees, keeping your legs open, and lean back on your hands.” You do as you’re told, and he moans audibly. “Holy sh–yes, perfect. Just like that.” He holds the viewfinder to his eyes and snaps a few photos. “Okay, now crawl towards me, baby.”

You get on all fours, taking it upon yourself to press your upper arms against your tits, pushing them out slightly. A giggle escapes your throat as you notice Jonathan growing harder through his slacks.

He gives you a few more poses: twirling a piece of hair around your forefinger seductively or hooking your thumbs into the waist of your panties and teasingly tugging them down. He rests his camera against his chest and bites his lower lip, a look you know too well.

“What is it?” you ask worriedly. “Do I not look…”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, “you’re so fucking sexy. I just…I had an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll be comfortable with it.”

You reach over and take his hand, swinging it lightly. “Worst I can say is no.”

He nods, quickly adjusting the hair that falls over his eyes. “Okay, well,” he begins, “what if you…touched yourself?”

You bring your hands to your chest and pinch your nipples, watching earnestly as Jonathan palms himself while taking your picture. “Like this?” Your voice drips with mock-innocence.

“Mhm,” he chokes out, “or, um, lower, if you want.”

Pushing your panties to the side, you gradually slide one finger, then two, into your wet pussy. Jonathan’s nearly forgotten all about his photographer role, busying himself with unbuttoning his pants and fucking his fist. He throws his head back and groans loudly as you tug your panties off entirely, fully naked in front of him.

“You’re like a…a goddess, holy shit,” he breathes. “The things I wanna do to you…”

You cut him off by grabbing his camera strap, kissing him harshly and parting his lips with your tongue. “So do them,” you moan into his mouth.

Jonathan pushes you back onto the bed, spreading your legs and pressing a thick finger to your aching clit. He doesn’t hold back, rubbing the sensitive bud roughly while you practically scream out his name. It’s not until the camera brushes against his bicep does he remember it’s there. You hear the click of the shutter as he documents your pleasure, wishing it was video so he could capture the pretty little noises you’re making.

“Inside me,” you manage, pulling at the waistband of his underwear. “Need you inside me now,” you plead, and he swallows thickly as he takes himself out of his boxers. You wrap your hand around his length, marveling at how big he is. 

“Take a picture of your cock in my hand,” you tell him, running your tongue over your lips. And he does, continuing to do so as he guides the head towards your sex. He pushes into you gently, a stark contrast to the way he was just handling you. You hiss as you take all of him in. The camera click click clicks away as he thrusts, pulling himself nearly all the way out before slamming back into you, unable to contain himself. His free hand grips your hip, gripping it tighter with each buck of his hips.

The coil in your tummy snaps from thick cock pistoning in and out of you, combined with the fact that he had photographic evidence of the whole encounter. “Don’t stop,” you pant, clenching around him, “‘m gonna cum.” 

“M-me, too; you’re t-too fucking perfect,” he stammers, and his admission pushes you over the edge. You finish on his cock, arching your back and riding out the wave of your orgasm. The movement proves too much for Jonathan, who pulls out as soon as you come down.

“Gonna cum all over these pretty tits,” he growls, pumping his cock in his hand only twice before covering your bare chest with thick, hot white ropes. “Fuck, baby; I gotta get a picture of this.” 

“‘S okay,” you murmur, “I don’t think I can move, anyway.” You let your head roll  to the side, where you notice the time on the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. “Shit! The party!” You sit up quickly, pushing away the sleepiness that’s overtaking your body. “Baby, we’re gonna be late–”

But Jonathan just smirks and shakes his head. “Oh, honey,” he purrs, “I still have another roll of film I wanna use. We’re not going anywhere tonight.”

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Hiya! Here are all my posted works for Stranger Things. I'm always open to requests but please keep in mind I normally only write for GN! reader. If you'd like to request please send them to my ASK BOX ONLY!

Right now I am writing for:

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Eddie Munson

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I will also be posting my NSFW pieces over at @midnightreid for those who are over 18.

Now, send in requests if you would like, and enjoy reading.

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STEVE HARRINGTON

Movies on a Saturday Night (F) Summary: Saturday night was movie night, and it also happened to be the night you met Steve Harrington, right in the middle of the video store.

Fingers and Thumbs (F) Summary: Steve has the most mesmerising hands, and no one can disagree!

Cold Diners and Long Goodbyes (A) Summary: Steve is waiting for you in the normal diner, and you know this is the end. AKA an angst-filled breakup piece that doesn’t have a happy ending.

Painful Days (A), (F) Summary: You’ve had a bad day, and all Steve wants to do is comfort you and make you better.

Stumblin' Love (F) Summary: A week is too long to go without a kiss from Steve.

Oversized Jumpers and Cold Nights (F) Summary: It’s a cold night in Hawkins, and you can’t resist using Steve’s clothes to stay warm.

You Aren't Going Anywhere (A), (F) Summary: Steve gets scared and can’t bear to be apart from you.

Jack-O-Lanterns (F) Summary: a Halloween fic, when you appear on Steve’s doorstep with two large pumpkins, Steve ends up having one of the best nights of his life, making Jack-O-Lanterns with you.

Bad Days (A), (F) Summary: You might have bad days, but Steve is always going to be there to try and make you feel better.

Monster Fighter (A), (F) After Steve gets injured in the upside-down, you take it on yourself to patch your boyfriend up, even if he blames himself.

JONATHAN BYERS

Slice Of Heaven (F) Jonathan Byers can’t help but think about the best thing New York gave him; you and this little slice of heaven that came with you.

Lost (A), (F) Summary: You went missing, and Jonathan goes out of his mind to find you. 

Violence and Defence (A), (F) Summary: After Jonathan’s fight with Steve, you’re the only one there to comfort him.

Kisses and a Gift (F) Summary: A gift from Jonathan has you kissing him like you never have before.

Boss (A) Summary: Jonathan hates being sick, hates being weak.

Please Don't Go (A), (F) Summary: You wake up without Jonathan next to you, and you fear the worst has happened.

Sleep Now (A), (F) Summary: After everything that has happened, neither you nor Jonathan wants to be alone.

Parties and Pain (A), (F) Summary: Jonathan tries to reach the person he once knew, even after the world has turned upside down and you’re drunk at a party.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Stay With Me (A), (F) Summary: After the events of Starcourt, Robin wants you to stay with her, and who are you to refuse?

Oops (F) Summary: A goodbye kiss takes you by surprise.

Hot and Sweaty (F) Summary: The power is out, and the shower doesn’t work. At least she’s got you to distract her.

EDDIE MUNSON

Always Waiting (A) (F) Summary: What if Eddie survived, and instead of mourning for him, you waited by his side, hoping he'd wake up? You'd always wait for Eddie, even if no one else would.

Party People (F) Summary: Parties had never been your thing, but of course you came to Steve's...only because you hoped to see Eddie there. And maybe Eddie hoped to see you too.

Don't Forget it (A) (F) Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.

JONATHAN X STEVE

Mamma Mia (F) Summary: Jonathan can’t stand Steve’s terrible music taste.

Flip A Coin (F) Summary: After moving in together, the boys can’t decide on who gets to sleep on what side.

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Hiya, here are all my NSFW Stranger Things pieces. Right now, I usually write fics for GN! reader with female anatomy, so please be aware of that!

You must be OVER 18 to read and follow, and if you'd like to request send it to my ASK BOX!

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Right now I am writing for:

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STEVE HARRINGTON

Night Lights Summary: Hotel sex with Steve, way above the night lights.

Mine Summary: You knew you were pushing all of Steve's buttons, but boy was it worth it.

Indiana Jones Summary: When Steve persuades you to dress up as Marion while he dresses up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video stores Halloween shift, you didn’t think things could get much better. Until the two of you are left in the shop alone…

Bathroom Thrills Summary: Bathroom sex might not be the most romantic thing in the world, but with Steve, you always need more.

All Day Steve Harrington has always been a tease, so you pay him back.

JONATHAN BYERS

Bound Together Summary: First times weren't always perfect or simple or exciting, but with Jonathan, it didn't need to be.

EDDIE MUNSON

Trouble Maker Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a trouble maker, and he knows exactly how to push your buttons. But that doesn't stop you from making him yours.

Lucky Boy Summary: Eddie Munson always deserves a reward when he's done well, so after another magnificent show with his band, who are you to deny him his prize, in the back of the van, naked and all to himself.

Show Me Summary: When you admit to Eddie that you've never had a good experience in bed, he's determined to change that, and boy does he make you realise what you've been missing out on.

Needy Boy Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.

Dirty Thing: You've pushed the limit with teasing Eddie tonight, and he's going to do everything in your power to eat your own words. Hold on tight little thing. The reader is AFAB, but uses gender-neutral pronouns!

EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON X READER

Show: Eddie likes to show you off, and what better person to show you off to than Steve Harrington, the man of both your dreams? GN! READER!

Strung: Eddie's always liked dishing out punishments, and when Steve fucks up, it's up to you and Eddie to make sure he learns his lesson. GN! READER!

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wrapped in red

jonathan byers x fem!reader

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18+ only - sickeningly sweet fluff (I’m not kidding it’s disgusting don’t say I didn’t warn you), they’re just so in love, unprotected p in v, creampie. this is not proofread I wrote it so fast so if u see any mistakes mind ur business.

“Tilt it a little to the left…”

Jonathan’s arm reaches back up to the star on top of the tree, fingers gently pushing it in the appropriate direction. The ladder creaks as he shifts his weight on it, the wooden steps groaning under his socked feet.

“Okay, now just ever so slightly forward,” you direct, motioning towards yourself with a curl of your finger. He follows your instruction, looking at you for approval.

You frown, backing up further to really get a good look at the whole tree. Your face scrunches in dissatisfaction. “I don’t know, it just doesn’t look quite right…” you tilt your head, thinking.

He climbs down from his perch, walking towards you and standing directly behind you as his arms snake around your waist to hold you against him. “Looks pretty,” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he plants a kiss to the side of your head. “Doesn’t have to be completely perfect, it looks great no matter what.”

“Are you sure?” you turn to him, pouting.

“Positive. It’s a beautiful tree, cause it’s ours.” He believes that, he really does, but he also knows he couldn’t have gotten that star to look any straighter if he tried.

Not that he minds. Your attention to detail only makes him love you even more.

You ponder this over, eventually deciding he’s right. It is a beautiful tree. “Yeah, it’s ours,” you say, a smile creeping up on your face. “Now we can get started on the ornaments,” you say, changing your tune as you beam at him.

He melts at the way your eyes light up, finding it so cute how excited you get for the holidays. You squirm out of his grasp, giving him a kiss before you start sifting through the first box of ornaments. Shiny red baubles are plucked from the box, and he watches as you place each one on the tree with careful consideration. You coo at an ornament Joyce had given you, one that Jonathan made as a craft project as a kid. There’s clumps of dried glue that could only be the product of a child’s eager hands squeezing the bottle too hard, and you laugh as you hold it up for him to see.

“What’re you laughing for? That was my magnum opus,” he grins at you, walking to where you are and wrapping his arms around you once more.

His eyes hold nothing but affection when they meet yours, his smile so sweet.

“Babe,” you giggle, “we’re never going to get this done if you don’t let me go,” you wriggle in his grip, pretending like you’re so inconvenienced. He knows you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“Maybe I just want to hold you a little bit longer,” he muses, leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“Just can’t believe we finally have our own place together. That this is my life now,” he says, tilting his head in the direction of the tree.

You set his homemade ornament down, bringing your hands up to his face to cup his cheeks. “Feels weird, right?” you ask him, humming softly when he brushes his nose against yours.

“Yeah, but in the best way,” he assures, his eyes half-lidded as he leans in for another kiss, lips ghosting over yours until you’re the one fully closing the distance; impatient.

His hands move to the small of your back, pressing you entirely against him as he deepens the kiss. His mouth moves against yours so tenderly, yet you can feel the need behind it all.

“Jonathan…” you breathe, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes.

It’s all you need to say. He doesn’t need anything else before he’s walking you back to the loveseat that sits in the corner of the room. He’s barely sat down when you’re straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pressing into the cushion. Big hands find their way to the hem of your sweater, your arms raising as he tugs the garment off of you. His mouth finds the curve of your breasts, kissing the swells of flesh where they sit in your bra.

Head thrown back, you moan up to the ceiling, his lips sucking softly on your delicate skin. He’s getting hard, you can feel it, and you’re desperate to have him. You grind down on him, eliciting a muttered curse from under his breath. Your fingers undo the button on his pants, working the zipper down right after as his mouth seeks out your own. One, two, three quick kisses are pressed to your lips before you’re shifting, undressing from the waist down and watching as he does the same. You straddle his bare thighs, taking in the sight of his cock that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of. It’s already leaking for you, ready and waiting.

“Please,” he murmurs, kissing your jawline and up to your earlobe. “Need you.”

Gripping the base of him gently, you line him up with your entrance before you sink slowly down onto him. Gasping when his tip parts your folds, spreading you open. His fingers dig into your hips, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

You whine, high pitched and pretty once every inch of him is concealed inside you, your brain already fuzzy with ecstasy. His face is lit up by the glow from the lights on the tree, his eyes studying your face intently, catching every change of expression. Everything about the moment is soft and sweet, your body bouncing slowly on his lap, arousal dripping from you and coating him completely.

He buries his face in your neck, lips kissing the skin between his heavy breaths. “You’re so perfect, god I love you so much,” he says quietly, making you moan as his cock hits the perfect spot. The words don’t even really need to be spoken, the love is simply felt. It hangs in the air, inviting and welcome. Yet he says them anyways, and you’d certainly never complain. “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he continues, his hands firmly squeezing your ass as you continue to rock your hips.

The more you start to unravel, the more he takes control, fucking up into you so slowly — savoring every single second. Nothing is fast, nothing is rough, it’s not even vulgar. That can wait, for another time and another day. Fingers stroke your cheek gently, his lips curling into a smile at the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.

“So pretty, you’re so so pretty,” he says, punctuating his sentence with another deep thrust. “Prettiest fucking girl,” he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Can’t get enough of you,” another kiss, lingering this time, his tongue slipping past your lips.

You accept it gladly, whining into his open mouth as your tongues swirl around each other. You pull away briefly. “I love—” you start to say, but then he’s chasing your lips, begging for more. “Love you too—” you gasp as his hips start to move just a bit faster. “So much, Jonathan.”

Your forehead rests on his, your mouth hung open as you moan for him. He loves your pretty sounds, loves the way you tense up around his cock when the pad of his finger starts to rub circles on your clit. He can’t tear his eyes away, watching the way your chest heaves with your ragged breaths and how your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure. He’s more than ready to cum, he just needs to make sure you are, too. Your noises get even higher in pitch, airier as you dangle on the edge of your release.

“Come on, sweet girl, cum for me,” he coos, impossibly delicate in your ear and it’s all you need to unravel.

The second your walls start fluttering around him, he’s spilling his load into you, moaning your name over and over like a mantra as you squeeze every drop from him. Your body goes slack, leaning into him once you’ve completely ridden out your high. Instantly his hands wrap around your back, holding you as close to him as he possibly can. He sits warm and still inside of you, and you welcome the feeling of being so full. You don’t want to move, don’t want to be completely out of this moment quite yet.

As if reading your mind, he pulls the blanket out from behind him, where it was resting over the back of the chair. He wraps it around you, letting you slump fully against him, your eyes heavy with impending sleep. You both look out the window, watching as the snow falls silently to the ground, adding to the blanket of white that already rests there.

“I love this life with you,” Jonathan murmurs into your hair, his lips smushed to the top of your head.

A pleased hum leaves your body, snuggling closer to him. He doesn’t need you to say anything back, he already knows how you feel.

You’re certain life has never been better than this, as you listen to Jonathan’s breathing and the quiet ticking of the clock on the mantle. Tomorrow, your home will be filled with your friends. Laughter and joy will radiate off of the walls that already harbor so much love. You will welcome them in to the space that is yours, yours with Jonathan, and they will leave and it will still be yours. There’s no rush to finish the tree, the rest of the ornaments can wait till the morning. None of this is going anywhere, it will all be here for you when you wake. Your eyes shut as your head rests against Jonathan’s chest.

Right before you drift into sleep, you think about that star. How it kept moving a little to the left or a little to the right, as if its crookedness could ever take away from the perfection that is this home. That is this life, with Jonathan.

[luveline]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay," he says. 

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

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

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

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

"Sorry," you say. 

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

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

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

He holds up his hands. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the little things | jonathan byers.

“you don’t care it’s just the library in town?” jonathan asked twiddling his thumbs.

“nope!” you assured him, tying the laces to your shoes.

“but you go all the time,” jonathan reminded you, worrying too much about the simplicity of your date.

“not with you i don’t,” you reminded him, “and there’s still a bunch of books i haven’t read in there.”

jonathan tapped his foot against the floor in worry as he waited for you to tie your other shoe and slip your coat on. playing with the keys in his hand until he reached the car, he stuck them in the ignition and sped out of his driveway a little carelessly, but his head was somewhere else. he wondered during the drive if you were really satisfied with such a minimal effort date, but then remembered how happy you seemed to be surrounded by books barely touched by the other inhabitants of hawkins.

“hurry up!” you squealed as he pulled into a parking space outside, “i want to get one of the good seats at the back.”

your excitement only encouraged him, reassured him that he was enough as he was. jonathan hurried after you, opening the door to the library for you and watched you skip past the front desk as if this was home. but it was, in a way—a second home. the librarian barely gave the two of you a second glance, only smiled to herself as she continued her paperwork. traipsing after your quick speed, jonathan found you with already two books in your hand, engrossed in the titles on the shelves in the fiction section, and he offered to hold them for you.

for a while, he was mesmerised by your concentration, by your quiet breathing and little gasps when you found a title that piqued your interest. he hadn't expected to wander off somewhere and leave you to carry your own books, not that you really noticed, but something managed to catch his eye just down the way—a sign that read 'photography'.

he let his curiosity take hold and tiptoed down the aisle where he found a small, tucked away section he had never noticed before. while it was only little, there was plenty there to keep him occupied and satisfied for weeks.

"thought i lost you."

jonathan looked up from page seventeen of his non-fiction book with a sheepish grin, "sorry, i didn't realise they had a photography section," he shook the book in his hand.

"neither did i," you examined the book, "well, bring it with us to our table—i’m all done!"

making a mental note of the paragraph he had left off at, jonathan followed you to your favourite table at the back of the library near the window they always left open for ventilation and sat down opposite you, reading the names of your pile of books.

"looks like you've got some good ones," jonathan smiled, knowing that you knew he had no idea what he was talking about.

you liked his approval nonetheless.

"yeah," you grinned, "i wanna hear all about your cool photography facts, though," you added sincerely.

"sure," he whispered, looking between you and his open book in front of him, trying to suppress the urge to leap over the table and sink his lips into yours—he loved you so much. "you're pretty," was all he could say.

"oh, stop," you giggled, holding out your hand across the table.

jonathan took it, and began to read after you put your head down, gliding the pad of his thumb over your inner wrist.

library account; @mirclesjournal

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

(jonathan byers x fem!reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend seeks you out in his time of need. You hold onto him for as long as you can.

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of fluff and comfort, implied Jancy.

a/n: My dumbass lost the ask about this request. I had an original character x steve harrington plot, once upon a time, my first ever OC for a fandom and it started off a lot like this, so writing this was very nostalgic. Hurt like hell, though. Anyways, hope the jonathan lovers (other than me) and anyone else who gives this a read likes it. I know he's not one of the more popular ST romantic interests, but he should be.

You hummed along to the song crooning low from your battered radio—the poor thing having taken one too many tumbles from its resting place on your dresser.

�� Sometimes you got a little too into it, and lacked special awareness, dance moves too much for your secondhand furniture. 

  The main ceiling light was off, your safe space only lit by a few candles and the lamp on your desk, providing you enough light to complete the essay you were working on. 

  It was peaceful, almost. Ideally, you’d rather be in bed reading a book or watching some movie, maybe catching up on Dynasty but you needed to clear your head—or rather, distract yourself.

  You’d been plagued with a sense of foreboding for the last couple of weeks, and anxiety. It had only intensified in the last couple of days, still, you were determined to push through it. You were being stupid, silly.

  You let out a sigh, dropping your pencil in favor of running a hand over your face. You’d gone right back to thinking about the cause of your silent anguish. Danggit.

  You let yourself stew in silence for a few moments before you forced yourself to pick up your pencil again, ready to move onto your next paragraph when you heard the unmistakable sound of knuckles rapping against the glass of your window.

  Glancing up and over, you found your boyfriend’s face peering down at you. He smiled, sheepish, as he waved.

  You abandoned your homework (it wasn’t due until Friday anyways), hurrying over to the wall to unlock it for him. Your bedroom was in the basement, the house was only a two bedroom, so you’d shared a room with your younger sister until just a few months ago, when your father had finally cleaned it out and done it up for you just before his sudden passing. 

  Jonathan had no problem climbing down through the small, rectangular window, he’d done it a couple of times already—though your mother had no problem allowing him in, not when he made you so happy after the loss.

  “You could just use the front door, you know.” You reminded him, lips pulling into a smile as his nose scrunched up in distaste.

  “Didn’t want to ring the doorbell, I know your mom’s probably exhausted from all the flying.” He shrugged off his jacket, resting it over the washer (hey—it might have been a spacious room but it was still the basement).

  Your heart warmed, pleased with the fact he’d remembered your brief mentioning of her return home that morning while he’d walked you to your algebra class. She was a flight attendant, taking on more flights to support you and your sister now that your dad was gone. You rarely saw her anymore.

  “She’s got her earplugs in.” 

  “Did she have to pay twenty dollars for those or does she get them for free?”

  You laughed, shoving at his shoulder. Jonathan chuckled, giving you a playful push before he dragged you back to him, holding you against him as he swayed you and pressed his lips to your crown.

  Your eyes fluttered shut, soaking up his affection like a peace lily deprived of the sun.

  Then he let himself fall back onto your bed, taking him with you as you squealed. 

  “Jonathan!”

  He shushed you, hand on the back of your head to press your face into his chest, “Your mom is asleep, Moody!”

  You groaned at the use of the nickname you’d never be able to escape. You’d swallowed a mood ring on a dare in elementary school and threw it up, along with your breakfast, during recess when you’d grown anxious, believing a doctor would have to cut your stomach open to fish it out. 

  The mean kids had used the name to taunt you, but when a shy little boy with shaggy hair used it to call you over and ask if you wanted to take turns pushing each other on the swing, you’d decided it wasn’t all that bad. Not even a little. He also never took a turn on the swings, pushing you the entire time.

  That hadn’t been the beginning of your love story, while you’d play with Jonathan—always running to him whenever he called and even when he didn’t—your crush on him prevented you from developing a real friendship with him, too shy whenever he’d acknowledge your existence. It was a Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown kind of thing until high school.

  You’d always been pretty, always been likable and nice—to those who deserved it—and your popularity in high school was a result of those traits. You’d been pursued by boys since middle school, but you were too focused on your pursuit of one boy in particular to pay them any mind.

  Your love story finally started just after freshman year had ended. Jonathan was going around, taking photos of the messy hallways filled with celebration. You’d clocked the moment his camera was on you and gave the lens, and the boy behind it, a brilliant grin.

  The picture was clipped to the visor in his car with a copy resting, framed, on his bedside table

  You let out a small puff of breath, eyes closing once more as the anxiety faded from you. Jonathan was your flame, always driving away the cold.

  The two of you laid there on your bed in comfortable silence, his hand stroking over your hair. You’d almost been lulled to sleep until you registered the change in the silence. It was anxious again, but it wasn’t you.

  You moved your head to stare up at him, chin resting on his chest.

  He wasn’t looking at you, gaze focused on your ceiling with an emotionless expression. You knew what he was thinking about.

  “We should hang up more flyers,” You commented, mind filling with thoughts and memories of the little boy who often accompanied you on dates with your boyfriend and for whom you often babysat before you were even able to call Jonathan yours. Despite his young age, you considered Will a friend (felt a little wrong to call him your little brother seeing as how you were sleeping with his older brother). You loved him and you missed him, having been plagued with worry since his disappearance. 

  You’d searched the woods with Joyce, Jonathan and your sister day after day until your group finally had to admit Will wasn’t in the woods. You’d also helped plaster his missing posters all over town, putting them back up when some asshole tore them down (you hadn’t told Jonathan about that).

  Jonathan hummed, unblinking and you wiggled further up his body, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you pressed a few gentle kisses there. You could feel the tension leaving him.

  “Do you think he’s still alive?” He finally asked, voice a whisper even for your soft spoken boyfriend and laced with fear.

  You moved onto your forearm, shifting your weight to your side as you used your free hand to grasp his chin, turning his head to look at you. 

  There was a wet shine to his pretty brown eyes, one you knew he rarely allowed himself to show.

  You thought of your sister upstairs, older than Will but still  younger than you. If anything happened to her, you wouldn’t know how to go on with that missing space in your life. You could barely do it with the space your dad had previously occupied being empty.

  You knew Will, though. Maybe not as well as his brother, but you had a special bond with him, your friendship pure and full of trust. He’d comforted you on the nights you were babysitting him and your feelings for Jonathan became too much for you, always reassuring you that his brother was the greatest but severely stupid if he couldn’t see how much you cared about him and ask you out. You’d laugh, make him popcorn and let him watch a scary movie to apologize for being a teenage girl around him.

  He told you his secrets, too.

  Yeah, your bond with Will Byers was strong, unbreakable even. And you knew he was alive. You didn’t know how, you just knew.

  “Without a doubt. Will is gonna come home. He is, and we’ll all cry and hug and never let him out of our sights again, but he’s coming home.”

  You watched his face give in, crumbling as the tears finally trailed down the sides of his face, disappearing into his sideburns.

  It was your turn to hold him. You pulled him to you and he went willingly, burying his face in your chest as he quietly sobbed, shoulders shaking. 

  You carded your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, willing away your own hurt so you could help him through his.

  “He might not be here right now, but Will isn’t gone. You haven’t lost him, Shutterbug.” You promised, squeezing him so he didn’t feel like he was falling apart.

  All your previous worries were gone, fear of Jonathan’s seemingly growing friendship and secret rendezvous—he hasn’t told you about but you know of—with Nancy Wheeler forgotten, trivial compared to the matter at hand. He’s in your bed, came to you for comfort and you got to hold him. She’s got a boyfriend, one who isn’t yours. The foreboding can take a seat in the back of your mind because you wouldn’t pay it anymore attention.

  You were right, Will did come home. You didn’t know the whole story, not buying the one fed to you but you didn’t push it, happy and relieved your little friend was back home safe.

  And you were right about the other thing, the foreboding. By the next fall, you weren’t able to hold Jonathan anymore. 

  And he stopped being yours.

[nancys4gf]

hating you is easier | jonathan byers

summary: you and jonathan work together to expose the lab. even though you hate each other.

pairing: jonathan byers x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

note: today i offer you.... friends to strangers to enemies to lovers jonathan.. + our favorite matchmaker: murray. i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy!!! <3 ps. that gif??? i'm so in love with him.

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“you can’t drive.”

“i haven’t drank that much.”

“i’m not getting in that car.”

“well, i’m not letting you drive.”

“do what you want.” you concluded. “i’ll stay here.”

jonathan let out a sigh. he knew he couldn’t leave you here on your own, no matter how much you irritated him. 

he turned to murray, who was curiously watching the scene, and said,

“we’ll stay.”

“okay, i’m confused.” he spoke. “what’s going on here? a lovers’ quarrel?”

“please,” you choked back a laugh. “no, no love going on here.”

murray raised an eyebrow. “how come?”

“we don’t…” jonathan started, casting a glance at you. “really get along.”

“ha!” murray exclaimed, startling both of you. “yet you’re here together because…?”

“we have shared interests.” you replied. 

“shared interests, alright,” he nodded, smirking. “correct me if i’m wrong but, you were the one who went to jonathan for help, right?”

“yeah…” you said, unsure of where murray was getting at.

“why?” 

“i don’t know.” 

“well, there must be a reason why you asked him for help. instead of asking anyone else.” 

realizing murray was genuinely waiting for an answer, you opened your mouth and closed it a couple times. until you finally said the only thing you could think of: the truth.  

“he’s the only one who understands.”

murray looked satisfied, his face practically glowing with a ‘bingo!’ sign. you felt jonathan’s gaze on you, but you didn’t look at him. 

“tell me, you used to be friends, didn’t you?”

“how…?” the question died in jonathan’s mouth, agape with surprise.

“what happened?” murray continued, his excitement growing more and more as he unraveled the mystery. “you broke his heart?” staring at your blank expression, he narrowed his eyes and tried, “he broke your heart?”

“we grew apart. it happens. it’s normal.”

jonathan scoffed, and you turned to him abruptly.

“what? what’s wrong about what i just said, jonathan? tell me.”

“nothing,” he shrugged, and you were so focused on him that you didn’t notice murray cackling to himself, as he watched everything fall into place like dominoes. “you just make it sound as if nothing happened.”

“nothing did.”

your heart was racing and your face felt as if it was burning, the same way it always did when jonathan worked you up like this. murray suddenly stood up from the chair, clearing his throat and breaking the tension.

“well, unfortunately, there’s only the bed in the guest room. but if you find each other’s presence so unbearable, one of you can always sleep in the bathtub.”

he gave you a big, snarky grin, and started walking up the stairs. 

“for what is worth,” he continued, stirring the bottle of vodka. “i don’t think you two hate each other. i think it’s quite the opposite, actually.”

jonathan and you looked at each other. if there was one thing you both knew was that murray was insane, and that it was going to be a long night. 

— ❀ —

“you’re taking up all the sheets, jeez.” you protested, kicking jonathan under the covers.

“and you’re taking up the whole bed.”

“come on.” you groaned.

“i’m almost falling, see?” 

you rolled your eyes, knowing very well that he was exaggerating. but you still moved a bit to your side. the bed was already small, and you would gladly fall over the edge if it meant you wouldn’t feel his body against yours. 

“happy?”

“euphoric.” he replied sarcastically.

“you know, he’s full of shit.” you stated, lying on your back, staring at the ceiling. “he does have another bed.”

“what?”

“mhm. he just wants to feed his weird fantasy of us sleeping together.”

jonathan scoffed. “it’s incredible. you always think the worst of people. you think the whole world revolves around you. but really, he probably couldn’t care less about us.”

“and you’re so naive.” you said, deciding you didn’t have the energy to think up a more elaborate insult. “you could’ve taken the couch.”

“you take the couch.”

you crossed your arms over your chest. “who does he think he is? prying into our lives like that.” 

“he’s wasted.” he said simply. “but he did help.”

“yeah…” you whispered, hesitant to admit that jonathan was right. “yeah, i guess he did.”

“it was a good idea,” he cleared his throat. “watering down the story.”

“yeah.” you agreed, a smile creeping up on your face. 

you had been the one who had had the idea of attenuating the lab's exposé. and even though jonathan wasn’t directly giving you credit for it, he was still praising something you had been responsible for. 

and maybe that, along with the fact that you were sharing a bed at a stranger’s house, was just the little push you needed to say something that you would never have said otherwise. 

“we’ve never talked about it.” 

“about what?”

“come on, jonathan,” you looked at him tiredly. “you know what i mean.”

he gazed back at you. you were used to all the various looks jonathan gave you, but you had some trouble deciphering this particular one. 

“there’s nothing to talk about.”

“oh, there isn’t?” 

“no.”

you were really trying to talk to him, making an effort not to react. but it seemed as if his sole purpose was getting on your nerves. 

“so we kiss, and then we go on like nothing happened, pretending like we hate each other, but there’s nothing to talk about?”

“i’m not pretending.”

you let out an unbelieving scoff, turning away. you could hear his breathing, an aggravating reminder that he really was there, instead of simply being a torturous figment of your imagination. you shut your eyes furiously, determined to ignore the body lying next to you and fall asleep. 

it was easy to be angry at jonathan. anger felt safe, anger was fuel, a cage you could always lock yourself in whenever the outside world got too scary. if you hadn’t been feeling angry right now, you’d be feeling ashamed. ashamed that you had admitted something you shouldn’t have. ashamed that you felt something he didn't correspond.

at some point, you felt the mattress move underneath you. jonathan turned on his side as well, staring at your back. 

“i’ve thought about it.”

even though there was a small space separating your bodies, you could feel his breath against your bare back, and the warmth radiating from his chest.

“what have you thought about?” you whispered. if you spoke quietly enough, maybe he wouldn’t hear you. maybe you could build your walls up again.

“i don’t hate you.” 

those words were enough to make your heart skip a beat. you turned, now facing jonathan.

“i never did. but it was just… easier, i guess.” he confessed. “we grew apart. you started hanging out with the popular kids and i kept to myself even more. i saw you become this person that i didn’t know, and i…” he sighed. “i was jealous. angry. i had no reason to be, but i was. i thought we’d be friends forever, you know? and then we weren’t.”

you hesitated. you had been brave enough to come to a sketchy reporter’s house in order to expose a group of important people who were capable of ruining your life. but you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to say what you’ve always wanted to say.

“when we kissed at that stupid party, i thought things were gonna change between us. for the better.” even though your body was aching for you to look away, you didn’t. the conversation felt weak and vulnerable, but jonathan’s gaze made you feel strong.

“i know things were already different between us. but when we were together, it felt like old times. i realized that you hadn’t changed as much as i thought you had. i realized i hadn’t changed as much as i thought i had.”

jonathan attentively listened to every word, to the sound of your voice. he didn’t want to only hear what you were saying. he wanted to understand. he wanted to know what you had been feeling when he had been longing for you, as well.

“but then… you ignored me at school,” you whispered, remembering how your entire world had crumbled down one winter morning. “and you said we should’ve never kissed.” 

“i never should’ve said that.” he spoke quietly, his eyes full of regret. 

“why did you?”

“i don’t know.” he sighed. “i think i got scared. scared of what would happen.”

“but what could have happened?” you insisted. “what’s so bad about change?”

his hand twiched against his side, overcome by the strong impulse to move the strand of hair that had fallen on your face. but he pulled back. 

“we could’ve figured it out together. we’ve always been a good team.” you said as you fixed your hair.

in the faint light, jonathan thought you looked so much like the person he’d use to have sleepovers with when he was younger. you’d always end up sleeping together, the extra mattress long forgotten. he remembered he always used to reach for you, without giving it a second thought. but now, it wasn’t as easy. 

“and now we’re here.” he stated.

“now we’re here.” you repeated. “i knew i couldn’t do this alone. i also knew no one would believe me. but you did.”

little did he knew, you were also thinking about the time you had once shared. a great part of your life had had jonathan in it, and when he hadn't been there, you had felt as if you were living a life that wasn’t yours.

“you did.” you said again. “you always do.”

and i always will, jonathan wanted to say. but instead, it came out as,

“is it… too late to figure it out now?”

jonathan had faced a lot of change in his life, so he tended to keep away from it. as long as things stayed the same, he was safe. but now, seeing the way your face brightened up and your eyes seemed to spark with hope, he wanted to try. for you. with you.

“you tell me.” you said, wanting, wishing that he wanted the same thing you did.

he glanced at your lips, and your breath caught in your throat. never taking your eyes off his, you leaned in. not too much, but just enough. time seemed to slow down during those few seconds while you waited for him to do something, until he finally leaned in too, wordlessly telling you that you were both on the same page. you’d always had been.

“hating you is so much easier.” he whispered, lingering over your lips. his breath against your face was warm, and you couldn’t help the eager pounding of your heart, anticipating what was about to happen.

“but it’s not exactly true, is it?”

his lips were brushing yours now, your body tingling all over.

“no,” he mumbled, hands cupping your face. “it’s not.”

as soon as his mouth was on yours, you completely melted in his touch, all fear and tension disappearing as you let yourself be held by him. his hands were warm against your face, and you wished he’d never let go.

it wasn’t your first kiss. you two had already shared a shy, drunk kiss at one of steve harrington’s parties. yet this kiss was tentative and just as timid. the story you two shared hung in the air like night stars, new constellations arising as the story moved forward.

your hands found jonathan’s waist under the covers, gripping his shirt so you had something to hold on to. he pulled you even closer to him, and he was burning, and you were burning, and you felt as if the whole room was on fire. 

but you didn’t care, you couldn't care about anything else, because no matter how much time had passed, jonathan always felt right. coming back to him was like finding your way back home after getting lost in the woods.

and even though he’d claim you bring out the best in him, you’d argue that it's actually the other way around.

jonathan’s hands moved about your hair and face, wanting to touch every single part of you. after what felt like hours, but not enough time, you both pulled away, catching your breaths.

he stared at you, a wide grin illuminating his face. he was the reason for your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. and he loved it. he wanted to run his hands through your hair until it became even messier, only to fix it back into place.

“what?” you said softly, gazing up at him. “what are you thinking about?” 

jonathan held your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“he definitely lied about the bed.”

you let out a loud laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.