#perv!jonathan

[marvelslut16]

Okay hear me outtttttt about this idea I have.

Perv!Jonathan Byers x Wheeler!reader with some noncon/dubcon actions taking place and somehow virgin!reader gets pregnant.....hmmm?

[porchlightfairy]

Ooooo can we do peeping Tom for Jonathan 👀👀

Ooooo! Thank you for requesting!

You've caught peeping tom: Jonathan

warning: somnophilia

You would consider Jonathan a highly respectable boyfriend. He was kind, shy, and polite. When he would come visit he would bring some flowers for your mom and was respectful to your father.

But he had a secret. A secret that if discovered he would probably die from the shame. He thought you were picturesque but taking a photo was never good enough in some moments. Like when you were asleep. When he would sleep over he would watch sleep. The moon's glow on your skin was breathtaking. He didn't have time to get out his camera and snap a photo of you sleeping. He also thought it was rude, what if you woke up? He would just bask in the moment. You were wearing a beautiful slip dress. a strap slid down your shoulder, revealing more of your cleavage.

Jonathan's mouth goes dry. He looks at your serene face, nice and relaxed, you were out like a light. He could indulge himself this time why not. Slowly, he slides his hand over his boxers and begins to palm himself. He leans back against the headboard and lets out a shaky breath. He continues to grind against his hand trying not to make too many quick movements. His eyes move over your body. You never liked to sleep under the covers completely. Your bare legs were out and your dress as risen up to reveal your pretty pink underwear. He bites his lip as he feels himself get hard at the sight. He needed to deal with this now.

He slips out of the bed quietly and kneels on the floor next to your sleeping body. He takes his cock out and begins to masturbate at the sight of you. His hand is quick, his grip tightens over the head, he didn't want to disturb you. He needed to hurry up and finish. He was starting to get red in the face and lightheaded, he didn't want to make any noise.

He was close he was almost there when you stir, "Jonathan? Is that you?" He counts his blessings when he sees your eyes are still closed. He keeps moving at a slower pace, trying to get back to the blood-rushing moment, "yeah baby it's me."

You whimper, "The bed's all cold. Come back to bed." You turn over showing off your ass to him. He lets out a strained moan. "In a bit, I'm putting on my socks. I need to go to the bathroom." Quickly, he tucks himself away and rushes to your bathroom. He hunches over the counter and finishes himself off, pathetically. Cum dribbles into his hand and onto the floor. He looks up and sees how pitiful he looked not being able to finish the way he wanted to. Over top of you, staining your sheets, your clothes. and you.

200 follower celebration!!

[marvelslut16]

Somebody tell me no before I write some perv!Jonathan

[d3vilfy]

based on an ask! nsfw but no sex (yet) 18+

warnings: smut, pervert jonathan, slight somnophilia, non-consensual pornography, implications of sex.

pairings: perv!bestfriend!jonathan x fem!reader

a/n: short but lmk if u want a part 2! also my first little story ever so sorry if it’s bad!

u and ur mini skirts ✧

after the longest and hardest days, jonathan byers was always there to listen to whatever you had to tell him. you never kept any secrets from him.

but boy did he keep them from you. he kept secrets of you. you’ll never know about the dozens of up-skirt photos he has of you hidden in his bookshelf. or even the gems he captured with his hand on your bare ass when you fell asleep in his bed. he kept those ones in his sock drawer… for a reason. he couldn’t help it. and what else could he possibly do when his best friend made him so hard?

either way, you would never find out about his little secret. so when he heard you knocking on his bedroom window, he quickly hid his little stach under his pillow.

“come in” he coughed out, trying to sound casual. when you threw your leg over his window your skirt rid up, giving him the perfect view of your ass beneath your tiny lace thong. he could already feel himself shifting in his jeans.

“i feel so stressed” you groaned, sitting down next to him on the bed you knew so well.

“why, what’s wrong?” he questioned. he loved listening to you. he loved to make you feel heard. he loved trying his best to make your problems go away.

“school has just been stressing me out so much. i’m taking way too many classes and i don’t even have a break for lunch. i just need some release. just something to make me feel less heavy.” you vented, flopping back onto his pillow.

you feel something hard hit your head. “ouch jonathan, what are you storing under this thing?

if only you knew.

you turn over and pick up the pillow, only to see an entire pile of photos jonathan has taken from up your skirt, of your ass when you were sleeping. “what the fuck. what the fuck are these?”

jonathan wanted nothing more than to disappear. “i’m sorry i- i can’t help it. you and your fucking mini skirts. you don’t know what it does to me.” at this point, he already had a boner. even your confrontation was turning him on.

“wow, what a pervert.” you say with fake disgust. “i mean i knew that much but this, this is disgusting. i came here so you could help me destress and this is what i get?” you add teasingly.

“i can still help you with that. why don’t you turn over for me, baby?”

[drjohncarters]

ur perv!jonathan fic did something to me 😣

BABE OMG IVE MISSED YOU ITS BEEN TOO LONG <33

And YEAH im so glad because I was sweating bollocks writing it😵‍💫😵‍💫 I think perv!jonathan may have to become a regular installment on this account… he’s so pathetic and it makes my stomach twist🤝

Everyone feel free to send in perv!jon requests and I will happily fulfill every single one

[drjohncarters]

Fables of Reconstruction

18+++ please!! minors dni.

pairing: perv!Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

summary: when you find out that Jonathan has been creeping around, you decide to give him what he wants.

word count: 2.5k

based off of this request

warnings: 18+!! smut. soft!dom reader?? tit fucking, m masturbating. both parties are consenting adults. jonathan is kind of pathetic. sub!jonathan. kinda no plot lol. half-proof read sorry. reader has female anatomy.

Jonathan Byers had a reputation, one that certainly did not skip your mind when you agreed to babysit for his younger brother, Will.

You'd heard about how he took pictures of Nancy Wheeler undressing, or how he'd been arrested for beating up Steve Harrington and then the police found an arsenal in the trunk of his car.

But being Will's babysitter didn't mean being around Jonathan. Because as soon as he was home from work, your job was over. Will didn't need the both of you at home watching him, his brother was plenty, but as of late, he'd been scheduled more at the Hawkins Post and Will ended up home alone for most of the day. That's when you came into the picture.

Now it was three months into being his babysitter, and you were as happy as ever.

One day, he'd gotten the new R.E.M album on cassette and was eager to share it with you, so he dragged you into Jonathan's room where the boombox was and quickly shoved it into the port before sitting on the bed, urging you to follow him.

"Are you sure we should be in here?" You asked cautiously as Feeling Gravity's Pull started playing in the background.

"Yeah!" Will insisted. "He lets me in here all the time. He loves it when I listen to music. It's like-- our thing or whatever."

"Right, but maybe he wouldn't like me in here," you said. It was the first time you'd been in his room, and you couldn't help but feel like you were intruding.

"No, Jonathan likes you, too. He's fine, come on, just listen!" He turned the volume up, effectively ending the conversation with a wide grin on his face. You scoffed, but complied, grabbing the chair from Jonathan's desk and taking a seat. On top of his desk, you noticed photographs of people's profiles.

There was one of Will posing with a Twizzler in his mouth, one of Joyce looking at him behind the camera with a glare on her face, and then there was you. You weren't looking at him in any of them, but there were tens of pictures with just you in them. Other pictures where other people had been obviously cut out.

There was you walking up their driveway. You talking to Will, who had been cut out of the shot. You laughing at something that Joyce had said. You watching TV waiting for one of them to get home. You cooking in their kitchen. You tearing up while opening the gift that Will made you for your birthday.

Your cleavage was visible in every single picture.

Why did he have all of these? How did he have them? Had he been home without you realizing? No, Joyce would've told you. Unless she didn't know either.

Your head was spinning, but you were trying to hide it from Will. He didn't even know what you were seeing. He was too busy closing his eyes and dramatically laying out on his brother's bed while he enjoyed the track.

But the photos you could see were just the ones on his desk. Maybe there were more somewhere else. No. No way.

Somehow, you were able to ignore the pestering in your brain. You continued listening to the album with Will until he fell asleep on Jonathan's bed. In the corner, the alarm clock read 2 a.m., and you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest on the chair.

So many days had gone by like this-- the Byers working much later than they'd anticipated. You understood, but you also wished some nights that you'd be able to fall asleep in your own bed, instead of in the uncomfortable plastic of Jonathan's chair while the album replayed itself.

"Y/n." A hand shook you awake, and then grabbed your shoulder when you almost fell off of the chair.

"Jesus, thank you," you said to the person who helped you, but as you looked up and rubbed your sleepy eyes, you realized it was Jonathan. Your mind was screaming for you to leave. "Sorry. Sorry, shit. I'll see you tomorrow, Jon."

You had no idea where the nickname came from. It just slipped past your mouth. Will was no longer on his bed. Jonathan's grip stayed on your shoulder, only lighter now.

"You saw the pictures?" He asked quietly, not threatening. Maybe threatened.

"Yeah." Your breath hitched. "I just-- they were right there. I didn't touch them or anything."

"Yeah, it's fine." He let go and dropped onto his bed, defeated. "You don't have to come back tomorrow. I'll take off."

"Why?"

He didn't answer, just groaned and ran his hands over his face. You looked at his lap and saw the tent in his jeans. The sight of it broke your brain into two sides: One that was freaked the fuck out, and one that was entranced by his infatuation with you. That wanted to make it even worse, even more perverted. The illogical side won, and you moved to kneel in front of Jonathan. You grabbed his hands from his face and held them in your own.

"Talk to me. What's going on?" Your voice wasn't comforting or upset, just indifferent. Jonathan couldn't even look you in the eyes. His mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. "You a perv, Byers?" You asked. He shook his head.

"No," he finally spoke, voice rough.

"Then what are you?" You let go of his hands and moved to rest your palms on his thighs, watching him twitch.

"I'm nothing. It's not like that." His legs kept moving under your palms, and you didn't follow him. Not when he moved. But he always came back, shifting himself back under your touch.

"So you don't do anything with the pictures?" You asked, looking him up and down. "You don't want to take a picture right now? You've got the perfect view down my shirt, Jonathan."

He hissed as your hand moved in closer to his bulge, lightly brushing over his inner thigh. His hands grabbed your wrist and you stopped. You looked him in the eye and for the first time he returned the gesture, finally meeting your gaze. He still didn't answer the question.

"If you want to, you better take the picture fast. My knees are hurting," you complained. He kept making eye contact with you, reaching blindly for his bag and pulling out the camera. A smile rose to your lips. "You want me to pretend like I don't see you? Like all the other pictures you've got?"

"Fuck," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. Do that."

You pretended not to see him, gazing at his lap instead, and pushing his hips down when he bucked them up. The picture snapped and you finally looked up at him, meeting his faltering stare. You pushed yourself off of your knees and lightly shoved his shoulders so that he was flat on his back. You kneeled over his legs bringing your hands to the zipper of his jeans. A sweet moan tumbled from his mouth, and he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Can I take these off?" You asked, pulling at your own shirt and shorts, much to his surprise. He still nodded rapidly, groaning as you pulled your shirt off and handed it to him before getting off of his thigh and laying next to him, completely ignoring his look as you took your shorts off and left them on his bed.

Then, you stood up and walked to the door, locking it securely before making your way back to him. This time, you straddled his waist, hands on his chest as you rolled your hips a few times, making him moan loudly. He reluctantly looked away from you and hit play on his radio, filling the room with the sound of R.E.M to drown out his sinful noises. He reached to grab your waist just as you began moving back to straddle just one of his thighs. An action that made him whine.

"Can I take your jeans off, Jonathan?" You questioned sweetly, hands paused over his tent. He nodded again, but you sat back, breath hitching as your clit brushed up against his thigh just right. You ignored the feeling, eager to continue teasing him. "Use your words."

"Yes. Yes," he pleaded, hand resting on the inside of your thigh while you unzipped his pants slowly, pulling them down his waist and around his ankles before placing them right on top of your shorts on the comforter. He was only in boxers now, and you could see the imprint of his throbbing dick through the gray fabric. There was already a moist spot on them.

"What about your shirt?" You asked, going back to straddle him over his underwear. He moaned loudly, grabbing your hips and rutting himself against you. You moaned, too, gripping the fabric of his shirt and throwing your head forwards. No more questions were being asked. He sat up and let you tug his shirt off of him quickly, then laid back down and continued to drag your hips over his. You wondered if he'd ever had sex before. He was unable to control any noises pouring from his soft lips, not that you minded in the slightest.

You climbed off of him, pulling his boxers off and laying there next to him, face first into the bed. He was breathing heavy next to you, and you watched as his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping himself as he looked at your ass.

"Where'd you put my shirt?" You asked, turning to face him. His eyes immediately trailed down to your chest and he bucked roughly into his hand. You grabbed his wrists lightly, pulling them up to rest on your breasts as you straddled his waist, ass barely brushing against his tip. "My shirt."

He fumbled for your shirt, finding it on the ground next to him before handing it to you quickly. His entire body was writhing under you, needy and too worked up. You put the shirt back into his hands and got off of him, moving instead to sit behind him, pulling him into a seated position where his back was now pressed against your torso, still holding his hand in your shirt, confused.

"Use it. Jerk yourself off." Your hand wrapped around the back of his and slowly lead it down to his cock, gripping it lightly with the fabric of the shirt and jacking off. You removed your hand, letting him continue as you began to press hot kisses down his neck, leaving him desperately moving around in your arms, unable to control himself before he came into his hand quickly. You laughed lightly. It was kind of pathetic, but hell if it didn't turn you on to see him so needy. He threw his head back, slowly rubbing himself up and down with the dirtied shirt and letting you leave hickeys on his shoulder as he came for almost a full minute.

"Shit," he moaned, opening his eyes to look at you. You looked back.

"Was it good?" You asked, running a finger up his side. He shivered against you, pushing the both of you further back into the headboard.

"Yeah. Was really good," he answered breathlessly. You laughed at him again, rubbing your hand over his torso now.

"Do you want to do it to me?" Your eyes got softer, and you watched his mouth fall open.

"Y-yes. But--"

"You can do it. Look at you. Came for a minute and still hard. How about you start with my tits, yeah?" You spoke to him kindly. He nodded. "Words, baby."

"Baby," he stuttered, flustered by the pet name. "I-- yes. Let me fuck your tits, please."

"Do it good. Cum on my face, pretty boy."

"Fuck," he hissed, hips stuttering into the air. You watched more blood rush to his dick with a smile. Jonathan got out of your lap and you took your bra and panties off, handing them to him before laying yourself flat on your back. He held the garments like they were holy, setting them down on the bed with your cum shirt. "How do I do it?"

"Put your hands on the headboard, then straddle my chest and just fuck them like you did to your hand. I'll hold them together for you." You put a hand on his hip as he straddled you, just like you said. His shaky hands reached up to grab his headboard and he turned the volume of the music up as you grabbed his dick, guiding it between your breasts slowly.

"Oh, shit." He started moving himself, head dropping between his hands as he grew harder between you.

"Just like that, good boy, Jonathan," you praised, holding your tits together and watching his face contort with pleasure above you. His thrusts grew faster, pace quickening as he came on your face only a moment later. Holy shit was he gone for you.

You'd never seen a man cum so fast. And to have it twice in one day was unbelievable. Your name came out of his mouth as he grunted and groaned, hips continuing to move back and forth as he rode out his high.

A moment passed where he hovered above you awkwardly before clamoring back down onto the bed next to you. His pupils were blown wide and he was focused on watching your stomach breath in and out slowly. His own breathing was erratic, much faster.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, eyebrows raised. He'd come twice in the past ten minutes. He only nodded in response to your question. A quiet laugh escaped your lips, one that he could barely hear over the music blasting. He reached over you to turn it off, suddenly shy under your gaze.

You rose from the bed, grabbing your bra and panties and putting them back on with your shorts. The shirt you had was far gone, Jonathan's cum smothered all down the side. His face flushed as you picked it up and used it to wipe his cum from your face.

"You missed some," he said bashfully, pointing to the skin beside your mouth. A small smile graced your lips.

"Can you get it for me?" You sat back down on the bed, handing him the shirt and watching him carefully as he used it to smear his cum off of your face. When he was done, he moved to hand the shirt back to you, but you pushed it back to him. "You keep it. Put it to good use, and next time you wanna do this, just ask, pretty boy."

"What about you?" His voice was rough. Erotic. "Did you want to borrow one of my shirts?"

"No. I've got my hoodie on the couch. I'll see you tomorrow."

And you walked out, leaving him naked and messy on his bed with your soiled shirt in his hands. Will was asleep in his room and Joyce was still out, so you quickly made your way to the living room to grab your hoodie and sling it over your head before leaving.

[drjohncarters]

perv!jonathan creeping on wills babysitter 😩😩

i literally wrote a full blown fic bc this inspired me so much like perv!jonathan means everything and more to me i just-- wow.

[blacksta4]

perv!jonathan who makes u sit on his lap in the back of argyle’s van. tells you (and argyle) that’s for drivers safety. “argyle drives too fast for you!” he claims, “you’ll be safe if i hood you down!” he claims.

secretly, he just wants to feel you bump on his lap whenever argyle runs into a speed bump or when he makes a crazy turn.

whenever you get too scared of argyle’s driving, don’t worry! your best friend jonathan is there to hold you tight against him so that you don’t fall! don’t mind that he’s grinding his lap into you, and don’t mind that he’s holding you down a little too tight.

he’s just trying to help you! don’t worry about it!

FUCK.

He’d be so adamant about the fact you just HAD. to sit in his lap every car ride, “I just don’t want you to get a concussion” or “you’ll get bruised up” he explains while coining “I got flipped over my first few times riding in here” even though it wasn’t your first time riding with argyle—pulling you down at inappropriate times and “subtly”(it’s very noticeable but you don’t say shit.) grinding his lap into your ass where you can literally feel the girth of his dick because he’s so rushed and rough with the movements. Borderline cumming into his pants whenever argyle hits a curve or a speed bump because he has a side view of your body bouncing up and down so all he can imagine is how you’d look if you were bouncing on his exposed cock—breathing heavily into your neck telling you not to worry about it he just “got the wind knocked out of him” when he’s actually fighting not to cream his pants because y’all are about to reach where ever tf your going