Rewatching season four and omg Argyle and Jonathan are so cannon. I haven’t decided if it’s romantical or if it’s like best friends that smoke and fuck but like they are having sex no doubt about it.
I mean like, Argyle straight up called Jonathan a good boy twice and said he deserved real sex and pleasure. Like Argyle is so gentle dom material.
And I mean, Jonathan has been doing so much for everyone else his whole life. He’s had to work so hard, sacrifice so much, he’s so selfless and self sacrificing. He’s so used to having to be the one to step up, for his mom, for his brother, everyone that matters he’s used to taking the hits for.
So in the bedroom? It’s nice to release control. Argyle definitely does all the decision making for him. With Argyle, Jonathan doesn’t have to think. He gets to relax and just be taken care of. And Argyle is so gentle with him most definitely.
I’m not an Argyle Jonathan end gamer, but I love end game stonathan… so I also propose the idea that in a way Argyle was Jonathan’s Tammy Thomson. Not end game, but a very important and necessary experience to know what he wants moving forward, to realize he likes boys. Then he falls in love with Steve (who’s Tammy Thomson was Eddie) and they live happily ever after
Warnings: explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, hurt/comfort, softdom!reader, sub!Jonathan, c(r)nm, touch-starved!Johnathan, subspace, aftercare semi-depicted but mostly implied, just general heart string tugging...
Word Count: 1k
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A/N: So I was listening to this audio on reddit and it made me want to write something about Jonathan :')
You had just put your luggage down in Jonathan's room. This would be the first time you saw your boyfriend in person since he moved. You laid on the bed as you waited for him to come back from the kitchen. The California sun blaring through the windows was a far cry from the typical Hawkings weather. You lay down on the bed still tired from the flight. The door creaks open and you hear Jonathan's footsteps as he aproaches you. You keep your eyes at the cieling and suddenly feel a weight on you. You look down to see the top of your Jonathan's long hair that you've come to adore so much. He'd already started to leave kisses along your collar bones. The weak pecks were enough to set your skin on fire. You missed this. Poor Jonathan started to rut against your legs, letting you warm up to the idea of intimacy.
"I've missed you so much..." He whined.
"I've missed you more hun." You cooed. And that just broke your boy's poor heart. He'd stopped his rutting and just held onto you. You felt his body tense and your chest got damp, then came the sniffles. "Johnnie?" you stroked his head in an attempt to soothe him. This just seemed to send him deeper into his hole. "Johnnie what happened? Please I want to know." He just shook his head.
"I've missed you so much." He reitterated. This time, his voice was raspier and more desperate. His voice was as weapy as his eyes. You kept running you hands through his hair and gave him a second to collect himself. "I miss being around you. I'm so alone" He whimpered.
"What about that long haired guy who drove us from the airport?" You questioned
"Argyle's a good friend." He hiccupped, "But, it's not the same!"
"I miss being your good boy."
And that's when it clicked. Your poor touch-starved Johnnie. "I'm so sorry. You're always gonna be my good by no matter how far we are. How can I make you feel better, my darling boy?"
"Please, y/n I wanna cum for you." He finally revealed himself to you. His beautiful eyes flowed with pathetic tears. He just couldn't take this ache anymore. He needed to be good for you. He just needed to be for you, to be yours.
"Yeah? My good boy wants to cum? I can do that for you. Can you get up for me?" And of course, he obeyed. He swiftly lifted himself up off you. You watch him try to swipe away his teary eyes. "Now, stip for me." He breathes shakily and peels off his clothing layer by layer. When he's fully undressed, you looked him up and down. His whole body blushed. The same blood rushing to his skin, rushed to a certain extremity of his. You walked over to him and started with your hand on his lower stomach. You kept moving past Jonathan, much to his dismay. You stopped at the door and locked it with the hand not rested on his abdomen. You went back to him and rested both hands at his sides. His glassy eyes followed your every move. You took his large hard-on in your hand, and kissed him. He whined into your mouth as you stroked him gently. You could his knees begin to buckle from nerves. To solve this, you moved back and Jonathan followed. He chased your lips until you were the one with your back to the door. This was so he had a soft place to place in case he needed it. But he wouldn't need it for long. You seperate you lips, not without a fight from Jonathan who kept trying to who kept trying to follow your mouth.
"Please, don't stop." His voice cracked something awful.
"It's alright Johnnie. Hold on." You gently pushed him on to the bed. He looked up to you like you were the only person on earth. And in that moment, you were the only person on earth he cared about. Jonathan watched as you crept behind him. Your knees rested on the matress underneath you. Once you made yourself comfortable, you resumed your actions. You teased his senstive head as he whined for more. Jonathan threw his head back in exctasy, giving you ample room to leave his neck covered in love-bites and, the waterworks are back once again. Jonathan just feels so cared for in this moment. This was a type of care that he couldn't get from his family or argyle or anyone else. That's what made it so special. That's what made him miss you, the way you care for him likke no one else can. Jonathan's abdomen clenched when you used your free hand to play with his nipples. His body was overcome with these different sensations and he was reaching his boiling point.
"Please y/n! Can I come for you?" He squeaked. Your mouth took a break from abusing his soft neck and you said.
"Of course you can, love. Cum for me!" And so he did, he came all over your hand. You didn't let up though. You kept stroking his cock trying to get every last drop he could muster. He cried out a few 'ahs' and 'ohs' all the while. When you felt as though he had had enough, you finally let him go and he fell right into you. His sweaty figure landing in your arms so you could plaster his face with kisses and turn his whimpers into laughs and 'stop's. You finally did stop and moved up the bed with Jonathan following suit. You took him back into your arms. You cuddled his nude form for a second before Jonathan spoke.
"I'm sorry for putting so much on you. It's your first day in California and you have to take care of your sobbing boyfriend." He weakly chuckled.
"I don't have to do anything Jonathan. I want to give you everything you need and more." He smiled, but before he could respond, the two of you heard the door handle rattle.
"Jonathan?" Joyce voice came through the door with an ounce of worry as she shook the handle again.
"Shit." Jonathan whispered.
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Jonathan just looks like a bottom. His face. No but seriously, he is. Lazy high sex I DONT MAKE THE RULES I mean like, please just look at him. He needs to be taken care of, he’s the one taking care of shit all his life. But he’s also such a pleaser, he wants to please you constantly, doesn’t matter how or when. Anyways but in conclusion, he’s a bottom and a crier
Girl I’ve been WAITING to talk abt my stoner bby Jonathan!!
(NSFW>>> proceed if horny)
Imagine getting stoned with Jonathan and just doing everything painfully slow and lazy. Like he’d be so whiny, just begging you to move your hand faster around his cock, moaning when you swipe your thumb over the tip. Letting out the prettiest little noises when you tighten your grip and he starts bucking his hips up into your hand bc it just feels so good and he can’t help himself. When you start moving your hand faster, he just lets out the loudest groan, “oh, fuck me-“ His breathing gets heavier and his eyes snap shut, and he’s so close, but then you stop and he lets out the most desperate moan. “God, please,” he sighs, “It feels so good…please keep going…” he moans, his voice barely above a whisper.
Info: Reader of unspecified gender, sub!Jonathan (Jonathan is a sub, you can’t change my mind), kind of has some voyeurism / exhibitionism vibes but EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, safe sex (remember to use protection!)
Basis: “Pictures of You” by The Cure. Listen while reading!
Beads of rain slashed across Jonathan Byers’ bedroom window, the gusts of wet wind mixing into a hum with a record by The Cure as it spun on a well-used turntable. The cozy yellow light of Jonathan’s lamp was the only light on in the house, and the emptiness was a comforting privacy. With Joyce and Will away for a Hawkins Middle School overnight field trip, Jonathan had invited you to stay the night. He hadn’t exactly lied when he told Joyce he was having you over for dinner, since she hadn’t asked when you were leaving. And you hadn’t exactly lied to your parents when you told them you were staying the night at the Byers’. They hadn’t asked if Joyce would be there, and the trusted your judgment and the entire Byers family. When you and Jonathan had started dating, your two families had sort of merged into one family. So when dinner was over and music was playing, you weren’t surprised to find Jonathan’s fingers tangled in your hair, his other hand half on his bed pillow, one thumb tracing the edge of your cheekbone.
Your hands were fists gripping his gray t-shirt, your nails digging into his lower back with the slightest friction. Your faces were flushed, your bodies sweaty with the combined heat. What had started as soft and slow had become frantic, messy, as though your lips were water and he hadn’t had a drink in days. Carefully sinking your teeth into his lower lip, you felt Jonathan shudder with pleasure and groan softly, collapsing onto your chest. His hands moved from your face to the sides of your rib cage, and you began to pull his shirt up off of his heaving chest. He let go of you just long enough for you to slide the collar over his head before his hands were at your neck, fumbling their way to the button just under your navel. You guided his hands as he pulled your shirt off completely, letting it crumple on the ground with his. He found your mouth again and your hands knotted themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck, your naked torsos pressed impossibly close. Jonathan’s lips moved down to your neck, his teeth lightly scraping against the skin of your throat, chest, stomach… Coming up for air, he met your gaze. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead, and his eyes were glazed with some kind of deep need you’d never seen before. He glanced at your splayed form, light bruises already becoming visible, a trail of lust leading from the waistband of your pants to your swollen, flushed lips. Jonathan sat and stared in wonder for a moment, then abruptly stood up. “Is... is it alright if I take pictures of you?” His voice was husky with pent up desire, so cautious even in this state of arousal.
Breathlessly, you nodded your consent as he reached for his camera and snapped a picture of your bitten lips, your bruised skin, stretched exposed on his sheets. Without thinking twice, you slid your pants off and tossed them to the side, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear. Jonathans eyes widened as you lay back down, looking directly into his lens. As he captured picture after picture, you felt the magnitude of the moment you were sharing.
“Jonathan?” your voice broke through the soft music. Jonathan looked at you over his camera, and as your eyes met you slid your hand into your underwear and began to work yourself. You saw his neck turn pink, the blush creeping up his cheeks. Satisfied, you let your eyes close and your head fall back on Jonathan’s pillow. As you touched yourself, you heard the camera click twice more before you felt Jonathan carefully sit on the bed next to you and begin kissing you again. You pulled him down next to you, your hand out of your underwear and now caressing his face. You indicated that you wanted to be on top this time, and he rolled underneath you. You could feel how tight his pants had become, and the second you released him from their confines he let out another soft groan. Tentatively, you slid your hands up under the waistband of his underwear. Met with no objection, you pulled them down, and Jonathan’s groan became breathier and higher pitched as the cool air met his swollen cock. For a moment you just stared at his body, peach and rose, his chest moving up and down heavily as he gazed at you. In a moment, you pulled off your own underwear and reached into his nightstand drawer. With one hand you felt around for a condom, and with the other you teased Jonathan with the very tips of your fingers, relishing in his whimpers. The sound of foil tearing only heightened the tension, and he shuddered under your fingers as you slid the condom down his twitching length.
“Are you ready?” you half-whispered.
Jonathan nodded and shuddered again as you slid onto him, your hips setting the pace as you laced your fingers through Jonathans, holding his hands gently above his head. He moaned again, louder this time, and you felt your breath catch in your chest. Gradually, you bucked faster and faster until you were both crying out in pleasure as your bodies trembled. Once you could each breathe again, you pulled off and gave him a messy kiss. Jonathan crept to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet towel, cleaning you first and then himself before pulling you close and kissing your forehead.
“You know what?” he murmured.
“What, Jonathan?”
“I’ve never been in love like this.”
“Me neither.”
“Thank you for - “ You broke him off with another kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist. You felt him smile into your lips before he settled his head onto your chest. Locked in each others’ arms, you drifted into a peaceful sleep. Joyce and Will wouldn’t be back until the next afternoon, and the promise of tomorrow morning was enough for tonight.
