#stonathan x reader

[biggestsimponhere]

Can you do 26 on the regular prompts and 6 on the smut prompts for Stonathan x reader? Please and thank you

Sometimes friends just isn’t enough - Stonathan x reader

WARNING ⚠️- SMUT, daddy kink, sir kink, oral sex (both f and m receiving), unprotected p in v (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT PLEASE), vaginal fingering, slight breeding kink, mommy kink. All three of them are consenting adults, this is much longer than I expected. BTW: they have clothes at Steve’s because they all often stay at Steve’s house

It was nearing the end of your group hangout as the kids left with Nancy and Robin, Eddie taking half the kids and nance and Robin taking the other half. Leaving just you, Steve and Jonathan at Steves house. You start picking up trash and cups as Jonathan suggest’s pulling out the alcohol. Steve of course quickly agreed with Jonathan and also told you to stop cleaning, which you promptly ignored and continued what you were doing.

“Are they coming back later?” You ask as you move some cups into the kitchen. “No I think nance and Robin said they were going home after dropping the kids and Eddie said he had a deal to do” Steve said taking the cups from your hands.

“Oh, so it’s just us tonight then?” You ask moving to sit down. “Yup” Jonathan said popping the p. “Steve do you need helping doing the dishes” you ask suddenly feeling a little stressed that you were left with your two long term crushes. “Nope sweetheart, I told you, you don’t have to clean” he replied over the running water. Sweetheart. Something about being called a pet name by one of the loves of your life making you blush. “You okay y/n/n? You’re looking a little red” Jonathan asked as he came and sat next to you. He passed you a glass of whatever alcohol was mixed into the leftover pop.

“I’m fine Jon, it’s just hot in here” you replied shifting in your seat a little. “You’ve got something under that sweater right?” You nodded, “take it off then” he replied turning toward you instead of the kitchen.

“Jonathan I only have a bra on” you replied shaking your head. “Go ahead, we don’t mind” Steve called from the kitchen. You turned to look at Jonathan who just nodded his head at Steve’s statement. “Alright then” you replied pulling the sweater over your head. Now your bra was in full view. It was new, you bought it the other day with Robin. It’s light pink and has lace flowers on it. When you caught Jonathan staring you blushed and looked away. You heard something hit the counter in the kitchen and looked up to realize Steve was also staring at you. Once Steve finished the dishes he moved to sit on the opposite side of you than Jonathan was. 

“Are we gonna drink now or what?” You asked sipping your drink. They both nodded and drank their cups. After about five cups you were all pretty drunk. “Geez Steve, what alcohol even wassss that?” You slurred, leaning into his shoulder. “I don’t know but it’s pretty strong” he laughed, the motion shaking you too.

“I wanna climb something” Steve said jumping up. “Climb what Stevie? There’s nothing to climb in here” you said jumping up too albeit a little less gracefully then Steve. Jonathan stood up after you so you leaned onto him for support. “Actually there is, there’s a treehouse in the backyard” he shouted as he ran out of the house through the patio door. “Steve, oh my god!” Jonathan shouted after him. You both ran outside just in time to see Steve fall off the third rung of the ladder and onto his back. “God Stevie are you okay?” You yelled as you ran to him. Once you stopped by his side you kneeled down next to him.

Jonathan quickly followed you and kneeled on Steve’s other side, “Being friends with you is like being friends with a five year old” he paused before he continued, “… who drinks” Steve must have found that hysterical cause he burst out laughing.

“Steven” you chided, “let’s get you inside” you said pulling him up and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. You started walking and then noticed Jonathan wasn’t following. “Jon, a little help here?” You called back so Jonathan quickly ran to grab Steve’s other side. You both took him inside and all but carried him up to his bedroom. “Steve, you’re bleeding” Jonathan said, pointing out the cut on his forehead. You left into Steve’s bathroom and searched underneath his sink for the first aid kit. Once you found it you walked back to Steve and tilted his chin up. You pulled out the wipes to clean his cut and quickly cleaned it before sticking a bandage on it. You didn’t realize how touchy Steve was being until you tried to pull away, but couldn’t due to Steve’s hands on your waist.

“Don’t leave, please” he said leaning his head onto your stomach. “I won’t leave, I just need to put the kit away” you said running your fingers through his hair. “Be quick” he requested as you left to the bathroom. As asked of you, you quickly put the kit away and moved back in front of Steve.

He laid his head back on your stomach so you returned to running your fingers through his hair. You were so focused on Steve that you didn’t realize Jonathan was staring at you again. You looked down and quickly remembered you still weren’t wearing a shirt. “You having a nice time with your crushes face on your bare skin?” Jonathan asked from behind Steve. “Jonathan!” You basically yelled as he smirked. “What? It’s not like we don’t see it. Steve knows too, he’s just pretending like he doesn’t cause he wants you to keep holding him” Jonathan replied cockily. “God! I can’t stand you” you shouted into the large space of Steve’s room. You felt Steve laugh on your stomach before Jonathan replied.

“Then sit on my face” He replied while smirking. You felt your heart pounding against your chest. “Y-you don’t mean that” you replied nervously. “Oh but he does sweetheart” Steve said, finally moving off your stomach.

“What.. what are you talking about” you said taking a few steps back. Jonathan got off the bed and moved to stand in front of you. He looked to your eyes and then your lips and then your eyes again. “Can I kiss you y/n/n?” He asked as he leaned slightly in. You nodded, “I need words sweetheart or this can’t happen” he replied. “Yes, yes god yes, you can kiss me jon” you said, pulling his lips down to meet yours. Your tongues moved sloppily against each other’s. You moaned into Jonathan’s mouth as Steve came up behind you and sucked on your neck. “That feel good baby?” You heard Steve whisper in your ear. “Yes daddy, so good” you replied as you grinded back again him. You could feel his cock against your ass so you shifted more. He groaned as he placed both hands on your hips to stop you.

“I thought you were gonna sit on Jonathan’s face first baby” Steve said as he kept his grip on your hips. “Yeah, you don’t want to leave me wanting do you honey?” Jonathan asked, slightly pouting. “No sir sorry” you said shaking your head.

“Good girl, I’m gonna lay on the bed and you’re gonna sit on my face okay honey?” Jonathan said moving to the bed. “Yes sir, I understand” you said, moving to sit next to Jonathan. “Go on then, sit on his face” Steve said from the end of the bed. “I can’t daddy. I still have my pants on” you replied shifting. “Oh? Does my little girl need help taking her pants off?” Steve said as he walked behind you. You leaned back into him, “yes daddy, please help me take my pants off” you whined pushing further into his stomach. “Okay baby I’ll help you, be a good girl and stay still for me” he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband. In one quick pull down your shorts were on the floor. “What do you say?” Jonathan said tapping your thigh. You looked from him back to Steve. “Thank you daddy” you said as you looked at Steve. “You’re welcomed sweetheart now sit on Jon’s face” he instructed as he moved you onto Jonathan’s chest.

You moved till your core was hovering directly over Jonathan’s mouth. Not one for patience, Jon pulled your thighs down till you were fully on his face. You moaned as Jon licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. “Does that feel good baby?” Steve asked coming to stand next to you. “Yes daddy feels so good” you moaned tightening your thighs around Jon’s head.

Jonathan reached his hand between his face and your pussy before slowly inserting a finger. You moaned as his finger slid into you. “Oh god! Sir” you moaned out. “You think you can take more honey?” You heard him ask from below you. “Yes sir, please sir” you replied grinding down onto the finger he already had in you. He slipped two more fingers in and you moaned at how full you felt. He moved his tongue back in to suck on your clit. “How’s he feel baby?” Steve asked moving your hair off your neck. “So, so good daddy” you replied shifting your hips back down onto him. “I know right, has such a nice mouth on him, doesn’t he lovey?” He asked you as he kissed your neck again. “Yes daddy, such a nice mouth” you moaned out. “Come on, use me, use my face baby” you heard from below you.

So you did, you grinded down onto his face and simply used him for your own pleasure. You heard moans come from both boys as they watched you finally take what you wanted.

You came shortly after and Jonathan lapped it up. You got up off of his face and he moved to kiss you. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. “Baby, it’s Stevie’s turn, we’ve been getting all the fun so I think you should let your daddy fuck you” Jonathan whispered in your ear. “Yes sir” you whimpered, as you moved to kiss Steve. “Hi baby” he smiled into the kiss. “Hi daddy” you smiled as you kissed him and then kissed his neck. You ground down onto his lap and he groaned. “Baby, Stop teasing me” He choked out. “Sorry Stevie it’s just so fun” you said as you did It again. You did it a few more times till he was whimpering underneath you. He looked up at you with tears in his eyes before whimpering out your name. “Do you need something baby?” You asked innocently. You looked at Jonathan who was behind Steve, he just smirked and went back to kissing Steve’s neck.

“Yes mommy, n-need you please” he whimpered pushing his hips up into yours. You heard Jonathan snicker before kissing Steve’s neck again. “Yeah baby boy? You need me?” You asked as you pulled his pants down.

“Yes mommy, I do” he said, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. You lowered yourself till you were sat on his shaft. You grinded against him, slicking his shaft. “Please, mommy, need to be in you” he whimpered pulling you flush against him. “Alright baby” you said as you lined him up with your entrance. You lowered down onto him and you both moaned as he bottomed out. You started to rock yourself back and forth while Jon went to kiss you over Steve’s shoulder. “Does he feel good honey?” Jon asked wiping your hair off your forehead. “Yes sir, feels so good, so big” you mumbled as you rode him. “Mommy please let me fill you please” Steve whimpered underneath you. “Go ahead baby, fill mommy up” you said, kissing his forehead. Steve came quickly after that and so did you.

Jonathan moved out from behind Steve to wrap his arms around you. “You wanna suck my cock pretty girl? Hmm?” Jonathan said as he kissed your neck. “Yes sir, wanna help you” you whined as he sucked on your neck.

“Okay honey come kneel in front of me” Jon said so you slid off of Steve with a whine. You got up and kneeled in front of Jonathan. “Good girl” Jon said rubbing your cheek. “Thank you sir” you said as you leaned into his palm. “Take my pants off for me baby” Jon said, as he unbuckled his belt. You pulled his pants down, including his underwear and stroked his cock. “Open up for me, sweet girl” he said tapping your jaw. You opened your mouth and he slid his cock in. “Remember baby, two taps of you need me to pull out okay?” He said as he brushed your hair behind your ear. You nodded so he pushed his dick further into your mouth. You started to bob your head back and forth taking him further each time you went.

“Good, good girl, taking me so well baby” he moaned above you. Steve came behind you and started rubbing your clit. You moaned around Jonathan causing him to push further into your mouth. Making you gag as he hit the back of your throat.

Jonathan threaded his fingers through your hair and pushed your head back and forth. “Breathe through your nose honey you’ve got this” you heard Steve say from behind you. Right as Jonathan came down your throat you tapped his thigh twice. “Are you okay pretty girl?” He asked, fixing your hair. “Yeah m’okay, just tired” you mumbled against his thigh. “Come on honey, let’s get you into a bath” he said as he scooped you up. Steve had already left to start filling the tub. Jonathan kissed your head as he lowered you into the steaming water. They turned to leave the room when you called out to them. “Stevie, Jon, will you get in the bath with me” you called out before they fully exited the bathroom. “You get in with her, I’ll change the sheets and then come back” Jonathan said, so Steve slowly lowered himself in the giant tub behind you.

“How’re you feeling baby?” Steve asked kissing your shoulder. “I’m alright Stevie, just floaty” you replied leaning back against him. “When’s Jon coming in?” You asked, looking out to the bedroom. “I’m right here y/n/n” he said as he walked back into the bathroom.

“Get in please Jon” you whined reaching up to him. He slowly got into the bath next to you. Steve washed your body as Jonathan washed your hair. You leaned back and started washing Steve’s hair. After you finished Steve’s hair you washed Jonathan’s. “What do you wanna do now baby?” Steve asked from behind you. “Wanna cuddle and watch a movie please” you said as Jon got out and wrapped himself in a towel. He handed one to Steve, and then went to the dryer to pull yours out so it was warm. “Your pajamas are on the bed honey” Jon said as he passed Steve his. We all changed and then laid on the bed. While you were changing steve had put in heathers. “I love you Stevie” you said as you kissed him. He mumbled a love you too as you turned to kiss Jonathan.

“I love you Jon” you mumbled into the kiss. “I love you too sweet girl” he said kissing your lips and then your forehead.

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Four - Threesome

940 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!jonathan; sub!steve; sub!reader; brat!reader; mean!jonathan; mild cuck!reader; some praise; anal sex; unprotected sex; blowjobs; cum shot; threesome; pet names; slut (reader/steve); baby (steve); baby boy (steve); explicit language

Steve's long, loud moans ring in your ears as you stare up at him and Jonathan on the bed. Your on your knees, arms pulled tightly behind your back and your wrists bound to your ankles. Every now and then Jonathan flashes you a cruel smirk as he fucks relentlessly into Steve's ass. This is what you get for being a brat, that's what he told you, that's why you only got to watch. Jonathan knows how much you hate it when he doesn't let you join in on domming Steve. What's worse is he also knows how hot it makes you when he doms you too, you're only so bratty because you can't get enough of him being mean to you.

The way Steve's body tenses and his face starts to twitch tells you he's about to cum. One of your favourite things about watching Steve and Jonathan together is how well Jonathan knows Steve's body, he could make him cum in seconds if he didn't enjoy drawing it out so much. Steve howls as he sprays the sheets with cum. Jonathan lowers him onto the bed, praising him for doing so well and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Taking some tissues from the bedside Jonathan cleans Steve up and wipes the sheets off as much as he can. He makes a point of ignoring you as he cleans.

Once he's done Jonathan appears in front of you, his still-hard cock nearly brushing against your nose as he towers above you. You scowl at him, desperate to draw out his mean side, to coax him into punishing you.

"What's the matter?" He asks, tilting his head in faux innocence.

"Steve's mine." You growl.

Jonathan laughs, crouching down so that your eye to eye and taking a rough hike of your hair.

"We both know that's not true, not when I'm here." He stands up and turns to smile at Steve, who's flat out on the bed still catching his breath, then turns back to you. "Steve's going to need a little time to recover, so how about I fuck your face while we wait? We both know you'd like that."

The smugness in his voice almost reminds you of Steve.

"Why don't you make me?" You snap back.

The words barely escape your lips before you feel a sharp tug at the back of your head making you yelp. Jonathan bucks his hips forward pushing his cock into your mouth as it falls open. It takes every ounce of energy you have not to moan as he does. His hand grips your head tightly, keeping you still so that he can set the pace. There's still lube on his dick leftover from fucking Steve and it dawns on you that you can taste artificial strawberries. He planned this. You flash your eyes up at him and he winks back at you. Leaning his head back he shakes his hair out of his eyes, letting out a cocky laugh.

"Fuck, it's so quiet in here all of a sudden!" He looks down at you with a cruel smirk, "I'm enjoying the peace and quiet."

You make an attempt to scowl, but the feeling of spit dribbling down your chin makes you realise it probably doesn't look very intimidating.

"You just tell me when you're ready for more, baby." He shouts to Steve over his shoulder.

Jonathan's hips move quickly, cock sliding back and forth over your tongue, just shy of hitting the back of your throat. Curling your tongue you run the tip up the underside of this tip making him purr.

"Wait a minute..." He pulls out of your mouth and crouches down to your level once more. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

You try to keep a neutral expression, but the wide smile on Jonathan's face let's you know he can see right through you. Moving behind you Jonathan undoes your restraints and let's you free. He helps you to your feet and guides you back to the edge of the bed, kneeling you down by the bedside table. His lips brush against your ear as he leans in to whisper,

"You want to help me with Steve?"

He leans over your shoulder, ever so slightly brushing your genitals with his fingers. You hadn't realised quite how desperately horny you were until now.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

You pause for a second, gritting your teeth and accepting defeat.

"Yes please."

"That's better."

Jonathan gives your hair a patronising ruffle and moves over to Steve. Taking Steve's cock gently in his hand he starts to pump slightly, Steve's cock growing stiff with the gentle coaxing.

"That's a good boy." He whispers, making Steve whine.

Jonathan perches on the edge of the bed, lubing up his cock a little more before lifting Steve into his lap and gently sliding him onto his dick once more. Steve groans as Jonathan fills him up and stretches him out. Jonathan wraps his hands tightly around Steve's stomach, planting soft kisses into his shoulder and up his neck. He doesn't even need to instruct you, without being asked you lean forward and take Steve's cock into your mouth. He moans loudly as you start sucking gently, Jonathan softly rutting his hips upwards as you do.

"Look at my two pretty little sluts." He says quietly.

You flash your eyes up at him again and catch him smiling softly at you, before he notices you looking and a playful smirk reappears.

"You better make my baby feel good, understand? Let Steve finish in your mouth and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum too."

[vroomvroommuppett]

Imagine someone is messing with the party or someone Yn is really close to and she's had a really crappy day so she sees red and one of our boys (I'm think Steve or Jonathan) has to hold her back

Basically pull her away or hold her back

there’s a reason the party calls you and steve mom, and jonathan dad. you’re very protective over them. and when jason carver bullies will and max (after billy died and-i know this didnt happen, but let me have this-and his dad made max’s mom move back to cali but max refused to leave so you, steve and jonathan adopted her) in front of you, it takes both boys to hold you back. after jason leaves, they just hugged you and asked if you were ok. you nodded and just said

“after everything both have been through, i just something snapped. thank you for holding me back”

steve kissed your head and jonathan spoke up

“baby, you don’t have to thank us. when we got married, we promised to keep you safe, and to hold you back when needed”

“although it was pretty hot”

“EW”

you three turned and forgot that max and will were there.

“sorry loves.”

“can’t believe you have to live with them”

“oh i know. yn’s my favorite though”

“HAHA TAKE THAT”

“thanks for that max”

“no problem, dingus”

[harringtons-cupid]

Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington

Fanfictions:

➻Betrayed- series Masterlist

[sheisjoeschateau]

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

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

Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[steveharringtonbigbang]

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[wroteclassicaly]

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No, I did not just have a vision of you and Nance completely losing yourselves in one another as Steve and Jonathan eat you both out. Everyone is just so… lost in the haze of pleasure. The boys are eagerly indulging in your tastes, warming at your affections for one another, taking from them what you deserve. Nancy has her hands on your face, your fingers cupping atop her own. Steve and Jonathan are grinding into the bed below, holding onto your widely spread thighs, which are draped down their backs.

Steve works dutifully on Nancy, Jonathan on you. It’s a switch off after the first time that you both come, Nancy deepening the kiss as she holds onto you for dear life. All the boys can do is to hold onto one another, and watch their two favorite girls be in love.

[strangerthingsreversebigbang]

AND THE WINNER IS... STEVE HARRINGTON!!!

Let's be honest, this boy just needs a hug and probably loves him some cuddles!

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[fantasticallyfruity4]

Steve is a chaotic good rich guy/sugar daddy and by that I mean he liked tipping well on the company card and writing the meal off as a business expense

[wrayofmoonshine]

Alright stranger things fans, I’m curious

[biggestsimponhere]

MASTER-LIST

Prompt list

Prompt list #2

Prompt list #3

rules for requesting 💗

* Smut, * Fluff, * Angst

Stranger things masterlist

Wednesday Masterlist

Marvel masterlist

The last of us masterlist

Narcos masterlist

The mandalorian masterlist

Star wars masterlist

The marauders/Harry Potter masterlist

Mike faist character masterlist

twisters masterlist

Miscellaneous characters masterlist

FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION POSTS WITH THE CHARACTERS A TON OF WRITERS I FOLLOW WRITE FOR!!!

Ff writers post one, Post two, Post three, Post four Post five

[vroomvroommuppett]

So I have my own personal head canon that Stonathan x reader are part of the anti-mike wheeler club. Especially since he's been a douche to El and Will until they find out Byler is real then they're ok with him

sorrry i was making eggs bc of cravings

anywho

oh yes. mike wouldn’t know why you three don’t like him, especially jonathan. he actually approached you three and was like “why do you hate me? what did i do?” and you being straightforward just said “the way you have been treating el and will isn’t cutting it with us. mike is my brother-in-law and el is my sister-in-law and anytime someone is rude and mean to one or both of them, i will be petty, and i will be protective over them, especially with everything they’ve been going through. do you know how many times they would come to one of us or all of us and be like ‘mike hasn’t said ‘i love you’ and ‘mike doesn’t give me the time of day. he only hangs out with el, and even then, he sometimes isn’t present with her’, and that’s just not going to cut it with me, or quite frankly the three of us.”

all three boys were stunned. “wait in-laws? are you three married?” “that’s what you got from that?” “yes.” “courthouse, since throuples aren’t really accepted.” steve spoke up “if that’s the only thing you got from our wife, then you need to think more when you leave about your actions. then come back to us and tell us.” he just nodded and left. “that was sexy” “keep it in your pants harrington.” “that’s harrington-byers to you, baby girl”

a few weeks later mike came back to you three and he understood why you three were so upset. “i understand why you three were so upset with me, and i’m willing to make the changes i need. el and i broke up, and i’m going to start rebuilding my trust with will again, and see if anything comes out of it.” jonathan spoke up “good. we still aren’t a big fan of you, but you’re slowly gaining our trust”

three months later, you were pregnant with your first (of six) baby and will and mike got together. oh and el and max did too.

[spicysix]

˚:✧｡ steve harrington masterlist ｡✧:˚

❥ - fluff | ☽ - angst | ◬ request

Series

✦ your sweater (up over your head) • X jonathan ❥ ☽

Oneshots

✦ fuck-marry-kill • X reader ❥ ◬ ✦ patchin’ up • X eddie ❥ ◬ ✦ crush crush crush • X eddie X reader ❥ ↳ blurb nº 1 ✦ hold me like you're the tie that binds • X eddie X reader ❥ ◬ ✦ if it rises fast • X reader ❥ ◬ ✦ all the small things • w/ robin ❥ ✦ I'll be with you, when the roses bloom again • X chrissy ❥ ✦ text me, call me (kiss me, i'll be waiting) • X chrissy ❥

Drabbles/Blurbs

✦ post Starcourt stobin ✦ post canon stobin ✦ fwb X eddie ✦ champagne problems X jonathan ✦ wooing bet X argyle ✦ spicy six polycule

Headcanons

✦ stobin besties HCs

[harringtons-cupid]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 -𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆 -𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐 - 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 - 𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 - 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

[queenimmadolla]

ooh, we are social this week, which i’m digging! please note this isn’t an attack on anyone, this is just me adding to the conversation. so on the status of the fandom being dead. it is. (and this is a lot, cause i can’t shut up when i get going)

we can like sugar coat it all we want and say people don’t venture out to read or maybe they’ve lost interest in writing, but fandoms usually go dead—and this term doesn’t necessarily mean like absolutely NO FICS—it just means it wasn’t as hype as it was when the last season dropped, and that’s a literal fact. it’s been two years lol. summer of ‘22, i could refresh the eddie munson x reader tag and like 16 new fics and blurbs and posts would load every time, there was just so much fucking content—it was glorious and positive because there was so many people, way too many for people to start whatever bullshit ended up happening (that occurred during the first phase of people losing interest).

now if i refresh when i dare venture out to the tags (and we’ll get to that next), it’s not as frequent. plain and simple. it’ll pick back up when the next season drops, it’ll be all hype, and then it’ll die down again as the years go by. hell, even the supernatural fandom isn’t as wild as it used to be, and they were around for YEARS.

this is coming from someone who’s been here and read (and when i was just a reader, i lived in those tags) a specific steve fic for like 5 years because there wasn’t a ton of stuff being produced, yes some, but not even to the amount that’s coming out now. and that’s again because of the YEARS long gap. and the proof of that is in stonathan. we all know the gay ships are some of the most popular amongst fandoms, and while stonathan was replaced with steddie essentially, it’s been a hot minute since stonathan owned the stranger things fandom because again, it died down. people moved onto other ships from other shows or outgrew fanfiction for the fandom. that ship was like the stranger things equivalent to destiel at one point and now it’s a literal ghost, proof that this fandom does die down and that’s fine. it’ll pick back up one last time, it’s not the end of the world.

now onto the tags, a lot of people here—i’ve noticed more so sexually explicit writers (and i love your work, thank you for your service) just think people are like lazy or something. but really? it’s because a lot of people don’t tag their fics correctly.

some people have dark kinks, some people have more niche kinks, more innocent, etc., that’s inevitable, people have their own tastes. but they won’t tag it. and that’s when people get vocal about kinks and not letting people post what they want and stuff. do you, just make sure you do your due diligence, because when you intentionally don’t, people are gonna speak up. you and i know very well all tumblr users have opinions.

and when they do tag their work, it’s usually after it’s caused a stir or several hours after its been up (this is a tactic for engagement purposes, it’s not tagged for a couple of hours and then magically it appears hours after people have seen it and spread it and it happens pretty routinely). this is also applies to REBLOGS. i’m not sure if people think that because the original was tagged, it’ll be the same when they reblog, but it’s not! in fact, a lot of people just slap the eddie x reader tag on it and send it out again.

i get it, whatever it is may be your thing, my thing, but that’s just irresponsible and it sucks the joy out of whatever moment people were in when they went into the general tag. i don’t think it may have triggered them to the point of a mental breakdown, though i guess that could happen, but it definitely could put them in a man, fuck this shit i’m gonna go do something else or read something else from some other fandom, blah blah blah, and that’s valid, too. running into something you filtered out through the tags because someone didn’t want to tag their work so they could get more engagement kills vibes.

it’s happened a ton of times with me and so now i don’t go searching, because i’ve encountered waaaaaaaay too many dead doves with no proper tags other than “smut”.

i don’t ever really leave the three tab thingies on tumblr mobile home screen, so now i just get whatever i see my mutuals reblog, or something with a tag i follow (another neat feature to utilize), but again, because some people dont care to tag their stuff appropriately, it’s not always something i can read or something i feel mentally safe reading.

i doubt, like i seriously doubt, people only want to read their mutuals’ stuff. like me, i will support my mutuals and i appreciate them dearly but like….its not enough lol, i LOVE to read and i’m not tryna use them to farm a bunch of writing i can read for myself, that’s just fucked so i’m always looking (as best as i can while trying to avoid other people’s hidden landmines so to speak, because if i happen to like someone’s fic to read, i go back and check to see the blog is now just ‘???’ for me 💀) for new stuff from new writers, writers i don’t know, etc. that fits what i want to read (please, no more white character sibling!reader recs for me, i think you guys are so sweet for tryna plug me with something you think i’ll like but that immediately takes me out of the reader insert, like i can’t imagine myself or someone that looks like me)

yes, you can say there are cliques here who only support each other, and we haven’t been blind to drama and whatever, but people can say the same about you and your group of friends here. it’s all viewpoint. everyone is a part of a clique or group unless they literally don’t talk to anyone.

that aside, i dont know how many times ive gotten on here and like begged for recs and have been desperate enough to jump back into the general x reader tag to search for something to read only to encounter those dead doves. i hate not being able to venture out of my little cave, but it’s what i have to limit myself to. after this last dead dove with no warning, its gonna be a hot damn minute til i try again but i guess the whole point of this is

PLEASE TAG YOUR STUFF APPROPRIATELY AT THE TIME OF POSTING IF YOU ALREADY KNOW BETTER.