#Argyle Fluff

[mydearzero]

argyle smut

Thanks for the request and input, definitely enjoyed writing this while listening to your dog bark my ears off <3 <3

Hit It | Argyle x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Argyle loves fucking you in the back of his van

Body worship, protected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f rec), smoking weed, female reader, inexperienced!argyle

1.4K words

18+ MINORS DNI

You weren't above fucking in a van. You weren't above fucking surrounded by empty pizza boxes, with the smell of pepperoni and weed lingering in the air. What you were above, however, was fucking Argyle with his choice to wear two high pigtails on the top of his head. "Stop! You look insane!" You shrieked as you laughed. 

Argyle gave a light chuckle and took the hair ties out. "Bummer, dude. I was totally going for this whole schoolgirl look the guys seem to dig." He took a hit of his blunt, the stump nearly going out. 

"Last hit for her majesty?" He turned it to you. You smiled broadly and took it from him, putting it between your lips and inhaling sharply, laying back and leaning on your elbow. The blunt burnt up, so you put it out and threw it away. 

Argyle turned to you lying on the blanket, putting his hat on the icebox beside you. He bent over you to give a quick peck to your nose, his hair clouding your vision. 

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and shifted to put it up. He did it with such ease he made your hair skills look like amateur hour. The bun he ended up with was chaotic— but a huge improvement from the double pigtail look.

You weren't exactly sure how this arrangement with Argyle even came to be. You moved to Cali and became friends with Jonathan, who, in turn, introduced you to Argyle. He gave you your first weed, you gave him his first sex. It just worked.

Argyle was a generous lover. Perhaps a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. He worshipped the ground you walked on— cherished every part of your body. At times, he would just run his hands all over you while smiling to himself. 

After an incident where you'd laid on his hair and almost snapped his neck, you started carrying extra hair ties so he could put it up when things got heated. 

Argyle took his time taking off your bottoms, wondering at your thighs and legs as he did so. He kissed your left leg from ankle to just beside your pussy, before repeating the same actions on the other side. He'd developed a recent obsession with eating you out and wanting to make you cum— Not that you were complaining. 

He gave a tentative lick between your folds, making you sigh and rest your head against a pillow that was propped up by a stack of pizza boxes. He'd become quite the expert at eating pussy throughout the weeks. Whenever he got horny, he'd claim he 'Needs practice, babe' and proceed to go down on you. A great deal, really. 

He circled your clit a couple of times before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you slowly. The music playing in the background was mellow. You loved how hanging with Argyle was always so insanely relaxing. Your hands made their way into his luscious locks, the only time you were allowed to do so being while he ate you out. You gave an encouraging tug when his fingers joined his tongue in giving you pleasure. 

"Argyle... Fuck" you moaned as he sped up, bringing you close to your release. You could feel him smile against your pussy. He just loved making you cum so, so very much. He loved watching your face as he felt your pussy clench around his tongue and fingers. Loved listening to your moans of bliss and shouts of his name as he sent you over the edge. 

Your chest heaved when you finally came down from your high, looking down to watch Argyle with that satisfied grin he only gets at times like these. "Bodacious, dude." He nodded. How he managed to stay so casual during your encounters was a miracle in itself. It was just so... So Argyle. 

He shuffled around the van for a bit, letting you catch your breath. He muttered to himself for a bit, but finally lit up and rummaged through the glove box. He fished a strip of condoms out of it and held them up to show them to you. "Safety first, amiga." 

You giggled at his proud smile, something you seemed to do often around him. He ripped one off and proceeded to shimmy out of his pants. He put on the condom, still struggling to get it right. You sat up on your knees, helping him out. You held the tip of the condom and looked up to catch his gaze when you rolled it down. 

Turned on Argyle might just be your favourite Argyle. He seemed to have this distinct level of sobriety that came with his arousal, only amplified by his high. He really lived in the moment, enjoying every single second. 

You laid back again and allowed him to position himself on top of you. You smiled as a few strands of hair escaped from the bun, tickling your skin. Argyle didn't seem to notice, too entranced with your figure beneath him. 

"You're a goddess, man." He told you matter-of-factly as he bent down to leave kisses all over your body. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly inched himself inside, relishing in the feeling. 

Yes, this was definitely your favourite Argyle. Oblivious to the world around him, enchanted by the feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick. Completely fucked out the second he got inside of you. 

He started moving, thrusting in the exact rhythm and force he knew you enjoyed. You'd never fucked anybody as obsessed with making their partner come as Argyle. It was half the fun for him, seeing you enjoy yourself on his cock. 

And enjoy, you did. His fingers made their way back to your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He rubbed in sync with his thrusts, watching you writhe at the feeling and smiling. The cooler next to you provided the perfect temperature in the California heat. 

The thrusts of his dick matched with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with the music so well that you were almost convinced he'd made a sex mixtape for the very purpose of fucking you in his van. 

Argyle was vocal during sex, telling you how beautiful you were over and over as he lost himself in satisfying you. You told him the same, but it never carried the same weight it did when he said it. He genuinely believed you were the eighth wonder of the world. 

The pitch of your voices increased along with the thrusts, Argyle finally seeking his own release. The rubber in his hair gave up, snapping in the middle of a particularly hard thrust. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, covering you. It tickled, but you didn't mind. He looked so pretty with his hair down, pure bliss on his face as he stilled and came. 

His fingers sped up, making you scream his name once more before your second orgasm hit you. Argyle hissed as you tightened around him, pulling out immediately out of overstimulation. He gave you another peck on your nose, pulling his hair away from your body and lying beside you in the cramped space in the back of the van. 

He removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can in the front of the van. "Oh, I totally missed, bro" he grumbled, the condom hitting the driver's seat. You chuckled at his actions as he shrugged. A problem for later. 

He rummaged around the pizza boxes, finding a cold piece that had probably been there since that afternoon. He put the slice to your mouth, allowing you to take a bite. It wasn't too bad. 

"Let's just veg out for a bit, man." He spoke up as he munched on the pizza. You nodded in agreement before smiling and turning to him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. If you could stay like this, fucked out, enjoying pizza while still slightly high with Argyle by your side, you wouldn't change it for the world. 

[pervertedreams]

when eddie is high he’s a bit more clingy than usual, but for the most part he’s the same same just MUCH calmer. as i’ve said he’s more upfront and flirtatious when high, he’s like that anyways he’s just more nonchalant about it in this state. he definitely think clearer when he’s buzzed, a bit more confident and brave than what he typically is. he doesn’t move much or speak much when he’s high, he’s honestly just chilling.. hard.

he definitely it taking a trip to the supermarket before he goes too, knowing all too well how he turns into a monster when he’s got the munchies. and you’re literally looking at the cart full of snacks in shock every time, cause how is he digesting this much at once and no weight gain? and he’s spread out, slump into the couch. one of his long legs draped over the two of yours, arm spread in either side of him as you lazily feed him whatever snack he’s bought. he does get a little frisky when high but for the most part he just wants to relax and eat. sometimes he gets a random energy boost but that’s just the adhd kicking in lmao.

steve on the other hand is kind of a mess when high. when it first kicks in he just has a load of questions, which no one wants to answer. “who even thought of just randomly smoking a leaf? that’s crazy no?” and he’s really looking at you in hopes you’ll reply, but you just shrug your shoulders and that’s enough for him to move on. i believe he’s a little hornball when high, but also super sleepy if that makes sense? like he just wants to fuck then rest literally. he’s nuzzled between your legs, face down on your stomach as he peppers kisses all over it. he’s reaching up to kiss you on your lips, his kiss sloppy and slow. and he’s whining into your skin because he’s so needy, hips lightly humping into the mattress beneath him.. yeah.

argyle is obviously always high, he’s never caught sober EVER. he’s honestly chill too when high, he goes with the flow of everyone else. if steve’s asking 20 questions, he’s gonna answer the best way he can. if eddie is munching down on some shitty nachos, so is he. he also has his moments too, where all he want to do is eat you out. i’m a firm believer they all love eating pussy, but argyle will do it until his jaw is sore. i think he worse than eddie to be honest. his movements are slow, but still sort of calculated, his eyes are rolling in the back of his head before closing them shut peacefully. his hair is tied up in a low bun so it’s easier to grab and push him around the way you want. the smell, the taste, of course he’s pussy drunk esp in this state. mhm

[munson-blurbs]

Okay okay but

Argyle x single mom!Reader where he’s just this sweet goofball with her son and they become this little hippie family bye

[skittlesfics]

name: dipping the pen (company ink part 2) pairing: Argyle x Reader word count: 1894 summary: finishing what you started in the back of Argyle's delivery van. content/warnings: weed mentions, vaginal fingering, handjob including a bit of mouth author's note: Here we go! Probably my quickest turnaround on writing a part 2 from nothing. I normally try to get partway through before posting. Requests are still open! I think I'll post something Eddie next. read part one here -

You felt like you were moving through a dream, and you weren't even high this time. 

You could remember the drive out to the desert, Argyle bobbing his head to the reggae drifting through the radio speakers, fingers gripping the steering wheel tight despite his otherwise calm demeanor. You could remember climbing into the back after he parked, kicking your shoes off somewhere between there and the spot you rested now. You could even remember shedding the layers of your work uniform, stripping urgently as if somehow, the surfer boy pizza logo could stop this from happening. 

Despite all of that, you still weren't sure how you had gotten here, fingers buried in Argyle's dark locks as he sucked bruises into your torso. 

Maybe you had gotten a contact high from being in the van, or maybe it was just that this was Argyle resting between your legs, fingers hovering dangerously close to the waistband of your panties, but everything felt stronger, somehow. More sensitive. 

Every press of his lips sent electricity crackling across your skin, every scrape of teeth had you gasping for him, every soothing brush of his tongue made you melt under him. You were putty in his hands, and he was taking his sweet ass time, decorating every inch of you with kisses. 

"Argyle." You weren't even sure that whine had come from you, so desperate and pleading, until he glanced up at you. His eyes were dark and hungry, lips still parted from tasting your skin, and you had to force yourself to break eye contact, lest you lose yourself in him.

"Yeah?" He asked, shifting to get a better look at your face, "Too much?"

You scoffed, reaching to pull him closer. He looked so sweet, all concern and good manners. You'd have to fix that.

"Not enough." You leaned in for a kiss and he froze for the briefest moment before falling into you. His weight forced you back against the blankets on the van floor and he flashed a brief, apologetic smile before leaning forward, his lips finding yours again, and then again, and then again.

He started soft, gentle, experimental as he tested the way his lips fit against yours, but quickly grew hungry, desperate, kissing your mouth open so he could slide his tongue against yours, moaning at the taste of your mouth.

The dark curtain of his hair fell around your face and for that moment, there was nothing but you and him, desperately kissing like everything depended on it. You could feel his cock pressing insistently against your thigh, his fingers hovering nervously at your hip, unsure of their next move even as you wrapped one arm around his neck to pull him closer, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. 

With your free hand, you grabbed his hand and pushed it against your hip, sliding it down until two fingers slipped just beneath the lace of your panties. He got the message this time, shifting just enough to give himself space to move. Your breath caught in your throat as he slid his hand further down, fingers ghosting against your folds to find his bearings before finally actually touching you. 

You weren't sure if his moan or yours was louder as he slid two fingers through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting. 

"Oh shit." His voice was strained, desperate. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, taking a deep breath as his fingers kept moving.

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Argyle felt like he was on the sweetest high he'd ever had, and he hadn't even smoked since the joint the two of you shared earlier that afternoon. The way you whined in his ear when he slid just one finger into your impossibly warm pussy made him hot all over, mind racing with all the things he could do to make you react that way again. 

It was normal that his brain got all fuzzy around you, but this was the worst yet. He wasn't sure he'd know his own name if it didn't escape your lips when his thumb found your clit. And would that be the worst thing? Just losing himself in the warmth of you as you writhed beneath him, hips tilting as you whispered that you wanted more. He didn't need a name if it wasn't spilling from your desperate mouth.

When he lifted his head to gauge your reaction to him slowly adding a second finger, he was rewarded with the sight of you throwing your head back, lips parted to release a throaty moan, back arched, breasts nearly spilling from your bra, skin flushed with either exertion or the california heat. Whoa.

He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but then your eyes were on him again, watching his face as he fucked you with his fingers, curling them inside you to find the spot that would make you say his name again and then curling into it again once he found it. 

You pleaded for him not to stop and he would've done anything for you, especially as you palmed his cock through his jeans, his name still on your lips all honey sweet. He almost lost it like there, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forced down the waves of sensation threatening to overtake him.

You whined at the loss as he pulled out of you, nearly choking on the sound when both slick fingers found your clit instead, tracing slow circles on your already sensitive bud that had you gasping, scrambling for purchase, curling in on yourself.

"You sound so pretty." Argyle said, his voice distant as he struggled to keep up his tempo as he lost himself in the sight of you.

"Fuck, please. Argyle, don't fucking stop." You sobbed, biting down on your own knuckle like that would be enough to keep the sensation away. Like the blanket balled up in one hand would stop the pressure mounting in your core. Like anything could stop you from racing closer, closer, closer still as Argyle worked your clit with his fingers, lips parted as he watched you come apart beneath him. 

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It wasn't one particular movement that did it. Your body was wound so tightly, your mind so full of Argyle and nothing else, that everything exploded all at once, a high, keening moan rushing from your lips, pushed along by a string of curses and moans that sounded an awful lot like Argyle's name. He didn't stop, fingers moving slower to usher you through your orgasm and you had to grab his wrist to stop him from taking you too far too fast. 

You were trembling as you pulled his fingers from your panties, a ruined laugh falling from your lips at how utterly he had taken you apart with nothing but his hand. And you had waited so fucking long on some stupid principle that you couldn't even put words to right now. Not when Argyle was tasting his fingers, your juices smearing slightly on his lips as he hummed his approval. Not when you were struggling with the button on his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down with no grace. Not when you were pulling his cock out, tongue darting out to wet your lips involuntarily at the pre-cum smeared across the head.

"Oh shit." Argyle watched you with wide eyes, his cock moving slightly in your hand as he tensed reflexively at the sight of you on your knees next to him. "I'm not gonna make it, man."

You laughed, the sound surprising and bright in the heavy atmosphere of the van, and you had to kiss him. You surged forward, stretching across his body to find his lips. It was sloppy and wet and he still tasted like you, but goddamn it was perfect. He kissed you back easily this time, one hand resting against your lower back to keep you steady.

"Maybe I don't want you to make it." He groaned at that, eyes closing instinctively as your hand once again found his cock between your bodies. 

You started pumping slowly, your lips finding his neck as he moaned under you, bucking his hips up into your hand. He was already lost in you, eyes squeezed tight, teeth grit, fingers roaming your body. 

"Shit, you're--." He was right, he wasn't going to make it. Not when you spit in your hand to lube him up, twisting your wrist as you pumped his cock. Not when he could still faintly taste you on his lips.

You lifted off of him, moving back down between his legs so you could watch as you stroked his cock, admiring the way the muscles in his lower stomach and thighs clenched as he tried to hold off his own orgasm for as long as possible.

"You're so cute when you're trying to be stubborn." You cooed, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh that made him inhale sharply.

Argyle tried to last, he really did, but you had riled him up so much earlier that day and you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes, and he just... fuck. You leaned over him, flashed him a sweet smile, and then took the head of his cock in his mouth as you continued stroking, moaning around his girth. 

That was all it took. Argyle made a strangled sound, his entire body tensing beneath you as you milked his cock with your hand and mouth, swallowing all of him eagerly until his breath came in shakily and he had to push you away.

You dropped into the spot next to him, neither of you speaking as he struggled to recover. His lips were puffy from kissing, eyes closed, hair mussed from pulling it himself as you drew him to the edge. You wanted to kiss him again, and so you did, leaning over and pressing a lazy kiss against his swollen lips. 

He laughed, the sound sweet in your ears, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest like it was where you belonged. 

"Dude, you totally wrecked me." He said, like it was a casual topic of discussion. Like he hadn't been fucking you on his fingers for the first time only minutes before. Like you did this all the time. You laughed and he kissed you again, lingering for longer than he should for someone who was just a coworker that very morning.

"You can show me up next time, hmm?" You teased, bumping his nose with yours.

"Next time?" The way he smiled at you made your heart squeeze in your chest. He was so soft, hopeful, so undeniably gorgeous. You had to kiss him again, taking your time to memorize the press of his lips against yours, the hand pressed against your lower back, the goofy grin when you pulled away.

"Well I'm not paying for weed after this." 

He laughed again and you savored the warmth of it maybe a little bit more than you should, eyes lingering on his lips for longer than you normally would allow yourself, fingers reaching up to play with the long locks of his hair in the way that would've only been a fantasy before today. Maybe it was okay for him to be more than a coworker. It was Argyle, after all.

[jvblood]

sneaking out

pairing: argyle x byers!reader

wordcount: 1.4K

summary: Usually Argyle comes late at night to sneak Jonathan out to smoke, but tonight he knocks on your window.

WARNINGS: just cussing <3

a/n: i literally was smiling throughout writing this while things to the point where my cheeks hurt :/. I hate being delusional. Also, I don't really know how fluff works so if this gets your feet kicking, let me know.

Ever since you and your family moved to California, you’ve always had each other. If someone needed help in a subject, you guys would confide in eachother. Jonathan though was the successful one and actually made a friend. Argyle. You thought he was super nice and honestly wanted to get to know him more. Yet, those two were inseparable sometimes. The only time you didn’t see him is when it was time for bed. Yet, in the morning you knew they were together at night when Jonathan would wake up smelling like pot. Poor Will had to wake up to Jonathan sneaking back in yet again. 

Except for tonight, Argyle knocked on your window. El fortunately didn’t hear it. You were up studying for some test you had on Monday. You walked up to the window opening it, coming face to face with him. 

“Hi.” He whispers, he looks nervous. Argyle was just staring you down not knowing where to go from here. 

“You know Jonathan’s room is the other window right?” You as you mindlessly point to whichever side it is. 

“I’m not here for Jonathan, dude.” He says rubbing his hands together. This whole encounter is starting to get weird. You cocked your head to the side like a bird waiting for an answer.

“I want to take you out.” He mumbles. This was surprising to say the least. You beam to the thought of him coming all this way for you. You look at El, sleeping in her bed. Then it hit you. 

“I’m still in my pjs though!” 

“Dude, don’t worry about it. We’re probably gonna pick up something to eat and then just chill.” He reassures. 

“But–”

“Don’t. Worry.” He says putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down from this 

“Give me a second.” You tell him, you went to grab your bag filled with essentials and turned off the lamp light. Argyle was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the window. You reach the window and stealthily go through, hoping to not make much noise. He helps you as much as he can. Once out you straighten yourself up, patting down any sort of dust off of your sweat pants. Argyle watches you swat the dust off and waits for you. 

“Let’s go, dude!”

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If there is one thing about Argyle, it’s that he’s true to his word. The two of you went to go pick up some greasy burgers and as soon as you guys got your food, he took you to a beautiful scenery. It was in the mountains, watching over the little town of Lenora. It was breathtaking. The two of you sat in comfortable silence watching the streets from a far. The van side door was open, allowing the two of you to sit next to each other to watch the tiny town.

“Argyle,” You say, taking a sip from your drink, “what was the purpose of all of this?” 

“What? I can’t hang with my favorite Byers?” He says, giving you a little push. “Favorite? Yeah, right.” You give a little chuckle to show your amusement. 

“Yeah, my favorite!” 

“Argyle, you barely know me.” 

“This is me trying to get to know more of you, man.” He says as he tosses his wrapper in the car. “Is it working?” He asks, drinking the rest of his drink. 

“Well, tell me. What do you know about me?” You say putting down your cup and face towards him. 

“Well, I know that you have a family—”

“Really? Do I!” You kid.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished,” he says as he playfully pushes you again “, as I was saying, before I was interrupted. You have a family, a kind one. The kind of family that will take anyone in, no matter the situation. You love your family too. It’s like a little creepy how far you would go for your family. Like this one time, Jonathan told me this story about how you fought some sorta dog with this one dude to protect something, I don’t really remember.” 

“To be fair, that wasn’t a normal dog!” You quickly shout. 

“Yeah, okay, well someone should get PETA on you, asap.” He huffs. It was your turn to playfully slap him. 

“Hey, man. I’m just saying! If I heard you, dog, and bat in the same sentence, obviously I’m gonna be worried. That’s like grade-a psycho behavior.” 

“So, I’m a psycho too?” 

“Dude.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry– I’ll stop with the accusations.” You say pulling your hands up. 

“Good! Okay, back to what I was saying! You have this sorta at-home vibe.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” You say tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Well, when I’m with you, I feel calm. Like I’m at home.” He says, turning towards you. The air around the two of you feels euphoric. It’s calm and sweet and you honestly had your breath taken away. 

“Or something like that, I don’t know. It’s just an observation or something like that, I think.” Argyle stutters out. You smile from ear to ear, watching Argyle trying to play it off. 

“Well, can I tell you what I think about you?” You say placing your hand over his. Argyle looks down at the hand touch and nods. 

“I think you're super sweet. I’m happy my brother got to meet such a nice guy and I’m happy that our family was able to make you feel comfortable. I also love your hair, by the way. It’s like super pretty and each time I see you i just want to play with it but, like, I obviously stop myself because that’s an invasion of privacy and I totally understand–”

“You can play with it, I don’t mind.” He cuts you off. You smile up to him and blush a bit.

“I also think that you're hilarious. I hate to say it but your dumb jokes always put a smile on my face. Ugh– it’s so dumb sometimes!” You say covering your eyes, thinking about the stupid fart joke he cracked.

“Hey, my jokes are not dumb! They’re perfect!”

“Yeah, perfectly stupid.” You laugh out loud. Argyle sits there, showing how his ‘feelings are hurt’.

“This sucks, I come over to try to give you a good night and I’m getting bullied. You know what, Will might be my favorite now.” He says crossing his arms trying to not let the smile on his face show even more. 

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” you say grabbing your side “, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, it just came out.” You’re hunched over trying to breathe, that’s when Argyle takes you by surprise. 

“I also think you look pretty.” He whispers. For some reason, he thought he said that in his head but it came out by surprise. You blush at the comment and look up at him. 

“What?” You say smirking. 

“I said you look shitty.” He blurts out. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, that one sends you over. You're gasping for air trying to breathe from laughing. You could even feel tears forming. Argyle watches you laugh and decides to join in. 

“God, I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” He asks as the two of you finally calmed down. 

“Fucked up, majorly. It’s okay, though, it’s sweet.” You say wiping a tear or two. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look shitty too.” 

“It makes me feel amazing.” 

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As the night finally came to an end, Argyle finally took you back home. As you reached your window, you turned back to him. The cold chilly air surrounds the two of you so you need to get this out of the way. He helped you climb back through the window and waited for you to be comfortable. 

“Thank you for the night, Argyle.” You whisper, holding yourself to get a bit warmer. A rush of confidence fills your veins and you kiss his cheek. Argyle stays there completely still like a board. “Get home safe, Argyle.” You say as you finally close the window. 

“Yeah, of course, I’ll get home safe. I’ll get home super safe, you don’t have to worry about me.” He stutters as he watches you close the window. Through the closed window you wave him goodbye and he finally makes his way back to his van with a smile that won’t leave his face until he’s knocked out. As you watch him leave, you hear the lamp light click. 

“Well, what do we have here?” 

Your eyes wide open as you turn around to see your mom sitting next to a very worried El.

[toomanybandstocare]

{Love Will Tear Us Apart, Joy Division}

Program: Argyle is a ray of sunshine that envelopes everyone in his warmth and softness. Everyday, you have the privilege to bask in his light and enjoy the high his shares. When thunder heads roll in and cloud your senses, one night tips you over the edge of no return and shatters everything you so dearly care for.

Pairing: Best friend! Argyle x Best friend, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive/NSFW??? IDK

Warnings: Weed, Make out sess, Straddling (Reader on top), A single swear, Memory of drinking a beer, Pet Name (Honey), Long term miscommunication trope, A hint of casual dom! Argyle ????

Length: 2360w

Series Program | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Camper Tag: @billyslittledolly @staygoldwriting

Thunder rumbles and lurks behind dark storm heads outside of Argyle and Johnathan’s shared apartment. Sopping wet rain coats and boots pile beside the entry way as hushed laughter warms the late hours of the night. Wandering hands pull you further into the dark hallway as you push off Argyle’s denim overshirt.

“Gotta be quiet, alright?” Argyle lays his pointer finger on your lips to try to stop the trickle of chuckles falling. Although, he’s not much better with his smile lighting up the small corridor. The twinkle in his eye that catches your breath. How soft he holds you with his calloused hands. You could easily spend the rest of your days admiring Argyle as a work of art.

“Why did Johnathan skip tonight?” you mumble against his jaw and lightly hold onto the hem of his graphic tee. The scent of pine wood and rain make you go lightheaded as his skin warms you.

Argyle shrugs and pulls you into his cluttered room, “Nancy’s coming tomorrow. Guess they get some sort of holiday special to Boston? Something historical and important, I’m sure”. Snickers break the silence of Argyle’s room. Turning on the fairy lights strung up along the ceiling, Argyle kicks the stray clothes laying on the floor to the side before flopping onto his bed.

Posters scatter the wall ranging from Back to the Future to Queen. A simple full bed takes up most of the room with the exception of a homemade night stand, dresser, and desk that basically connect as one surface in the corner. The first week of your sophomore year of college, you found yourself drinking a beer with the boys as Argyle built some pieces of furniture to fill up his new apartment room. Beginning your first semester a year later, the tables are covered with books, pencils, journals, and each has their respective lava lamp. Even though the worn wood slab door sign declares this space “Argyle’s Hideaway”, it’s become your hidey hole just as much.

“C’mere, honey,” he grunts while reaching for the rolling tray on the bottom shelf of the nightstand.

You habitually turn on the lava lamps and a warm light show of blues, greens, and oranges cast over the room. A crack of lightning outside of the window reveals the stream of pelting water that targets anything in its vicinity. You weren’t going anywhere tonight. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, you think to yourself.

As Argyle focuses on rolling a few joints to share, you move to the corner of the room where his dresser sits to put on a record. Shuffling through the small stack he keeps, you hum when you find the perfect album. The drop and scratch from the record needle hums through the room before Joy Division crackles through the shitty little speakers.

“Honey.” Argyle drags out with a joint placed between his plush lips. He tilts his head to gesture you over to join him. A little pout causes flutters to sting inside of you.

Careful to toe over the abandoned shoes and lonely hoodie laying in your path, you shuffle over to the bed and sit cross legged in front of Argyle. 

“Nope,” Argyle places the tray on the stand, and pulls you into his lap. Your breath hitches as you practically straddle him.

“Argyle,” you hiss and arch your back away while trying to push off of him. “What the hell,” you swallow the lump constricting your throat. The palms of his hands pull you back against his chest, so you feel his quiet laughter bubble. A couple of clicks before a hissing sound announces the evening’s activities start.

You crane your neck and rest against his shoulder to watch Argyle the first hit. His pillowy lips carefully hold the joint in place as he inhales. Eyelashes flutter when he closes his eyes to relax in familiar ritual. Parting his lips, he sighs in content with a small wisp of smoke. Argyle’s velvet, brown eyes peer down at you through the soft curtain of lashes.

“You alright? Hardly said a word since we got back from cram sess, and your face is all warm,” his voice quietly rasps. He casually parts your lips with his thumb before placing the roll between your lips. Your shoulder burns as waves of warmth strike through you as his other hand squeezes your waist.

Caught up in the Argyle’s touch, smoke tickles your throat before choking you. Coughs rattles through you and tears well in your eyes.

“Shit, hold on,” Argyle pulls a way and causes a whine to pull from your mouth as well that sets off another coughing spree. He bends over the bed and returns fumbling with a water bottle, “Here, okay. Take it easy, honey. It’s okay- it happens to the best of us”. Argyle grasps the back of your neck and helps you drink some water. The pit of embarrassment deepens when you splutter from a final cough and water spills.

“Fuck,” you heave and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Didn’t mean to get water all over your bed. Do you have a shirt or something I can change into?” You pull at the soggy shirt that clings to your body, and when your eyes dart to meet Argyle’s, you weren’t expecting him to be intently taking you in.

“Dingus,” you slightly raise your voice, “Earth to Argyle? Shirt? Something to not make me cold? That I can wear to bed?” 

Argyle snaps out of his daze and gulps as he stumbles out of bed, “Uh, yeah. One sec- wait. Bed? My bed?” His voice raises slightly at the thought. His cheeks burn as he swallows his excitement while pulling out a band shirt from the dresser.

A tremor of thunder shakes the building as white light blinds the window. The heavy downpour of rain engulfs all that stand in its way. Droplets pound against the window panes and echo through the room. None of that causes the flood of tingles biting at Argyle. No it’s you- his best friend- who sits so nicely on his bed with a damp shirt asking for one of his own to sleep in.

“I feel like that answers for me,” you weakly joke, “Shirt, please?” You move from the bed and trade the joint for the shirt in his hand. Lightly pushing him away and towards the bed, you shiver as Argyle’s arm brushes your own. Butterflies flurry your stomach and make their way to tickle your heart.

Trying to force himself to breathe, Argyle pushes onto the bed and lazily lights the roll again for another hit. The faint buzz of THC only vaguely clouds his mind as he tries to stay focused on anything but the soggy shirt that grips to your skin. Or how small droplets trail down the plane of your back and creep closer to your waistband. Would you shiver if he ran his hands down your back like that? Or would you squirm? Argyle’s heart hammers in his chest when he sneaks a peek and sees you pulling on his shirt.

When you turn around, Argyle desperately tries to play it cool. Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of water and grabs the tray as you fall into bed once again. He closes the bottle and tosses it to the foot of the bed as he shifts to his side. His eyes catch how his shirt easily drags up and shows a little peak of your hip bone.

Bouncing against the bed, you land on your side with a soft thump, “By the way, while Nancy is visiting, you’re more than welcome to pop by my place at any time. More of a gift for Johnathan than escape for you”. Taking the joint once more, you breathe in the light musky herb and settle into the warm duvet beneath you. 

“Perfect,” Argyle breathes out at the same time a little smoke cloud kisses your lips, “Hey, um- you want to try something?”

You quirk your eyebrow. Curiously eyeing his fidgeting fingers and watch as he hesitantly fiddles with the hem of your new favorite shirt to wear. “Like what,” you whisper. The pounding of rain deafens the music as you drown in Argyle’s blissed out gaze. His deep eyes flicker from your own to your parted lips.

“You have to promise that if this doesn’t end up working out, that we’ll still be best friends,” Argyle scooches closer to you and presses his chest against your own. Hearts hammering against each other, Argyle can’t tell if it’s the curves and planes of your body so close to him that makes him spiral or the fear of losing you. 

Shivers tingle where Argyle drapes one of his legs over yours and wraps an arm to hold the back of your neck. Even the sweetest of daydreams didn’t come close to what it feels like to be held in Argyle’s embrace.

Tender warmth floods your chest and licks at your cheeks. You let yourself to be pulled into his enticing gaze.

Callous fingertips tease you as he lazily traces little doodles across your skin. Wondering how they would feel if you let them wander, knots fill your stomach in anticipation.

Every muscle twitches in response to your body. Pride blooms with your smirk from how Argyle reacts to being so close to you.

“What did you have in mind?” you ghost your lips over his jaw.

Argyle swallows a groan and begs, “You have to promise me, honey”.

Hovering over his lips, you feel his hot breath when he bites down on his bottom lip. With a pang, you instantly recognize the stoner’s nervous habit.

Before Argyle can even subconsciously think about poking his tongue out, everything stops when you dart your tongue across his chapped lips. Watching you frozen in place, Argyle struggles to process that you crossed the line so easily when he’s fumbling around it. Only when you bite down lightly and take his bottom lip between your own teeth does he snap out of his daze. A deep groan rumbles past his tongue, and Argyle pulls you impossibly closer- practically straddling on top of him.

Leaning down, you admire how stunning Argyle looks with his hair fanning across the pillows and how his chest heaves from such a little tease. “There has not been a day that I didn’t trust you, sunshine,” you affirm, gently holding his face in your hands. “What did you want to try,” you ask.

Shakily holding the joint to his lips, Argyle watches as the lighter faintly illuminates you in the softest glow. How alive you seem to look as you peer down at him. Though the confident expression that paints your face makes him feel hot, Argyle feels how jumpy you are as you squeeze your thighs around him. Tapping your thigh to try to comfort you, Argyle drags his hand up your body, desperately trying to commit to memory how you feel, just in case this does blow up in his face in the morning.

As his hand leaves your side, he pulls a quiet whine from your mouth, “Argyle, please”. 

You barely register the small pressure his other hand places on the back of the neck, not needing his guidance. Closing the gap between the pair of you, you drink in the intoxicating sensation of his THC kisses. Your mouths slowly move together as you begin to ease into each other's touch. The familiar reassurance of his hand returns to your hip as he paws at your body. Both wanting to drown in how you feel in your hands. His jaw bone juts against your hold when Argyle sloppily deepens the kiss. Smoke snakes past your throat and roots itself to burn your lungs as they beg for relief. 

With a wet click, you pull away from Argyle and admire the view. Glowing underneath the shifting shades of warm hues from the lava lamps, Argyle looks up at you with a dopey smile. Lips swollen and slightly raw, you swoop down and place a chaste kiss to his lips while you each catch your breath.

“I was right,” Argyle sighs. Both his hands firmly rest on your hips and press little circles into the soft skin he easily lets himself crave.

“Right about what?” you ask as you lay down on his chest, settling in for the night.

“You are honey,” Argyle hums while he places the tray and smoldering joint onto the night stand’s teetering pile. “Super sweet and leaves me wanting more,” he teasingly nips at your cheekbone.

You shoot up trying to put space between your bodies as both of you burst into laughter. “You’re disgusting, Argyle. Absolutely awful,” you squeal.

His arms tighten around you as bubbles of excitement sting you. When did his feelings change to match your growing crush? The thought of lost time can’t even dampen your sunny hideaway as Argyle rolls you onto the bed, so you face each other.

Your foreheads brush together as you try to lay as close together. His breath tickles your nose when they accidentally bump causing a chorus of giggles.

“I trust you completely as well, you know,” Argyle’s low voice makes something stir in you. “I, um, was wondering if you- if I didn’t read into things just now- if you wanted to make this a thing?” he nervously suggests. He really just wants to be able to enjoy casual intimacy with someone he trusts, and he can’t believe you’re even musing the idea. Let alone with him.

“There’s no one else I’d want to be with than you, sunshine,” you beam. Your heart soars, unable to believe that Argyle wants to date you. You didn’t think he would ever want to have a relationship. Let alone one with you.

Countless nights sat in the boys’ apartment, you watched a movie with Johnathan while your heart broke when you saw Argyle walk his weekend partner to the door. Nights that now mean nothing as your heart sings in his arms finally feeling at home.

[sofiiel]

I'm just thinking about doing a nightly routine with Argyle.

His favorite thing in the world is strolling around the house with your special face mask on and his bathrobe, feeling fancy.

While you allow the mask to sit on your faces, he's trying to wrap you into said robe as you cuddle on the bed and attempt to play a board game.

If it's an all-natural homemade mask, instead of washing it off he's just scooping it off your face with veggies and munching away. You make the best seasoning, after all.

Cuddling up in bed with the faint smell of the mask left over and just the two of you feeling well pampered.

[stat1cstarz]

Argyle’s Helping Hand

Includes:soft smut | gn! reader | reader is described as curvy/thicc | drug use |

inspo:@munson-blurbs

btw, I don’t know how to roll blunts, so I’m trying my best. Let me know if I get anything wrong tho.

minors dni

dea:argyle recommends a new way to roll blunts,that doesn’t only include hands.

Argyle had three favorite things in the whole world,including you,weed, and your ass, so it didn’t come as a shock to you when he wanted to include all three.

A while ago, he told you about one of his fantasies, rolling blunts on your ass, and today he wanted to use it. You two were currently at your house,and since your parents were out for the night, you’d be alone for a good while. And to put that time to use, you decided to watch a movie,you were currently tangled into one another, your head on his chest,and your legs tangled into each other. His hands were rested on your ass and thighs,roaming all over the plump flesh, slightly squeezing it every so often,and the squishing brought his fantasy to the surface.

While you were focused on the TV, gently playing with his hair while trying to braid it, he cleared his throat, before he began to speak. “Baby, remember that thing I told you about?” He asked you,puffing some smoke out his mouth from his blunt. “Yeah why?” You responded, taking the blunt out from his hand and taking a puff as well. The low humming of the TV and the affects of the purple palm tree delight almost made you pass out, until you heard his voice once again.

“Wanna try it?” He asked you,patting your head to get your attention. “Sure, go ahead”, and with that he picked you up by your hips,placing you over his lap. Your stomach and lower half was placed over his lap as you laid horizontally, your legs dangled onto the rest of the bed. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay baby” he said, rubbing soothing lines down your thighs and calves, before slapping the fat of your ass.

You slightly jolted from the slap, causing a light chuckle to crawl out your boyfriends throat. He took a sheet of the paper, as well as some scissors, and cutting a strip of paper. He took some weed,slowly forming the the blunt, soft fingers caressing the swell of your flesh. He took the newly formed blunt,lighting it,and putting it in between his lips. As he puffed out the smoke, he began to fondle your cheeks,pinching you cheeks and fondling the flesh between his fingers.

You continued to watch the movie, as he handed you the blunt, you than took a hit, before passing it back to him

[sortagaysortahigh]

no. 1 smut with argyle 🤭

1: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Girl im so sorry but im just, dom reader for sure here. I just I'm sorry but it's necessary bc we all know argyles a simp, best friends to lovers YUH. This one is honestly more sweet, not a ton of smut but its cause i too am a simp and i havent written much for argyle so yk i gotta get the simp shit out first before i unleash the whore kraken

WARNINGS: mentions of male, hand job/blow job, eye contact, def dom!reader vibes, sub!argyle vibes (hes just down bad and a simp), wet dreams tee hee

Join the Sleepover

Tonight was no different from any other night that Argyle crashed at Y/n's. The two had been best friends since the fourth grade-they'd practically grown up together. But lately things have felt a little different-at least for Argyle-and by lately that meant the past six months when with the help of Jonathan he realized that he was actually really into Y/n.

Apparently it wasn't normal to talk about how sweet, pretty, and interesting your best friend is every single day, nor is it normal to constantly call the guys she dated "annoying douchebags that wear knockoffs" or "fake skater surfer boys".

So he knew the truth, he was into her, sure that changed things for him, when they smoked-regardless of where-his eyes would focus on her lips for long periods of time and anytime she touched him it was like a jolt of electricity sent through his entire figure. Not to mention the way he found himself checking her out-eyes glued to her curves anytime she asked him how she looked, and the most recent shameful development.

The dreams. He'd dream about being with her, about fucking into her as she laid below him, his hair brushing against one of her shoulders while she looked up at him with parted lips and hooded eyes. The way she'd moan and whimper his name as her nails scratched along his arms and back, or the way she'd look on top, biting her bottom lip the same way she did when she rolled, all the while she massaged her own tits, eyes held on his. The worst dreams though-were the ones where she was on her knees, staring up at him as her tongue trailed along his cock.

She always looked so pretty like that, mascara stained cheeks as she looked at him through her lashes.

The only thing that made tonight different was when Y/n woke up at two in the morning and went to grab some water, as she crawled back into her bed she heard it-the first low whimper from his sleeping figure, then it happened again, this one a little louder-more of a groan and she had no idea what to do-her eyes wide as she stared.

Then he moaned her name-it wasn't loud but it was coherent and clear-he was having a wet dream about her and it turned her on, her body engulfed in a white heat as she stared, her lips parted now. She opted to wake him up, gently shaking his shoulder "Argyle, argyle get up" her harsh whispers were the first thing he heard as he stirred away-her face a few inches from his.

"Wha-what happened?" she raised a brow "you tell me, sounds like your dream was interesting" she was teasing him, her sultry tone had his eyes widening and brows raising-a look of shock and embarrassment on his face "y/n-hey man it's not what it sounds like okay-i just-you-we-shit okay you caught me" she giggled and shushed him.

"I have a question do you think of me when you touch yourself?” he didn't know how to answer that, blinking several times in shock, still processing that this was real and not just his dream "yeah-obviously" then he placed a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it before sliding along her throat then her shoulder, her brows knit together "what're you doing?" she couldn't help her giggle. "making sure you're real"

"I'm definitely real" he nodded his head "yeah-your skins really soft" she rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she glanced at the evident tent under her sheets, his thin shorts doing nothing to restrain him. "can i help you with that?" he nodded his head "please-oh shit" he groaned as her hand slid down his bare chest, then below the sheets and the waistband of his shorts.

His head lulled back as she palmed him, biting his bottom lip while he shut his eyes "look at me baby" her dominance was evident, he immediately opened his eyes, looking at her face, holding eye contact as she grasped the base of his thick cock, then she started slowly pumping her hand along his shaft-thumb running over the tip over and over again, small whimpers and groans leaving his lips.

Then she moved from her spot, sliding the sheets down-pulling him out of his shorts, repositioning herself between his thighs, laying flat on her stomach, her legs kicked up in the air as she stared at him. The moonlight shining through her blinds reflecting against her figure-and he swore he had to be dreaming.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then she swirled it around his tip, gliding against the slit-gathering every drop of precum and his mind was officially fuzzy while he watched her. Then she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, opting to take him further and further-until he was hitting the back of her throat.

He bit into his fist to stop his loud moans from coming out, his hooded eyes focused on her while she stared up at him-a few tears leaving her eyes as she took him down her throat-gagging around him. She let him go, then brought him back down her throat again-keeping the same rhythm up until she felt his cock twitching, then she took him out of her mouth, opting to wrap her hand around him-jerking him off while she stared at him.

Then she took him into her mouth again, sucking on the tip, his groans getting harder to hold back "y/n-baby-I'm gonna cum and fuck I don't know if you want me to in your mouth-like i don't wanna be rude or anything dude" she pulled him out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip and raising a brow "i want it down my throat"

He rubbed a hand over his face "oh god man-you really can't talk to me like that when you're this close to my dick" she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully before taking him back down her throat-he only lasted a few seconds after that.

Then once she swallowed and finished running her tongue along his cock-cleaning him up, she tucked him back into his shorts and laid back down, this time opting to rest her head against his chest.

"You wanna go on a date or somethin?" she giggled "yeah-i'd like that"

[hawkinsharlot]

I feel like Argyle’s aura looks like rays of actual sunshine also I want his dick in me 🥺

MINORS DNI

I FELT THIS ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL

I feel like Argyle just has this naturally soft and welcoming look to him? He makes me feel like I'm looking at the sun and I love it <3

I'm not sure if this adds to the appeal of Argyle but knowing he's the stoner friend and smokes as much as me makes me wanna give him the most toe curling, eye rolling, whimpering and moaning, lip biting head of his goddamn life. I'm saying this as I'm super fucking high right now lmao

but here's some headcanons I have for Argyle <3

(i didn't proof read any of this and i'm sorry if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, again i'm high as shit rn)

NSFW HEADCANONS FOR ARGYLE

i've said this once and i'll say it again, but argyle would love taking his time with his partner. he could spend so long between his partners legs. he's determined to make you have the most mind numbing orgasm possible.

he has such an oral fixation it's insane. he always has to have his mouth be doing something whether it be making out with you, eating you out, giving you hickeys, sucking your tits, his mouth needs to be pleasuring you somehow.

one thing he tends to do a lot that's super sweet tho? when he's super high and if there's any type of small lull, he'll just softly laugh a little and cover your face, lips, neck, where ever he can in super soft kisses

he makes the PRETTIEST noises oh my god

lots of moaning and panting, not a ton of whimpers normally, but when he's about to cum, he tends to whimper a lot. it's like a reward

he is pretty loud or talkative during sex. it's mainly just a lot of swearing and "you feel so good" or "you're so pretty/handsome" etc

high sex is the norm. sober sex? he's tried it once just to make sure it wasn't as good as high sex and that's it, he never tried again

he loves his partner's body no matter what it looks like. he just likes the fact that his partner is his partner

he loves praise. giving it, receiving it, everything having to do with praise, he loves so much.

i'm not sure if anyone else would find this cute, but argyle is always listening to music and during sex is definitely on the table. mainly just to add another layer of noise to make sure no one hears you two. he tends to not know how loud he's being when he's super high, which is often to be fair

another thing about argyle? he's SO GOOD with aftercare

he'd be giving so much sweet talk after sex. a lot of soft touching and cuddling, it comes super natural to him <3

he'd run his hands up and down the sides of your body too, just admiring it whenever you two lay there together after

in conclusion, argyle is yummy

[pappydaddy]

love like that (a)

a/n: this (i think) is a bit short. this is also my first gender-neutral reader fic and i am actually kinda excited about it! but this was requested by a lovely anon who wanted argyle with a sleepy gn!reader. to my lovely requesters, i am trying to prioritize my stranger things requests as right now they are in demand and i am finding it easier to write for that fandom at the moment.

anywho, i hope you love this fic lovely anon💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: argyle x sleepy!gn!reader

requested

synopsis: jonathan observes y/n and arygle's weird (to him) romantic dynamic and reflects upon his relationship

taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @badass-yn |@lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo *line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: fluff masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation

- not my gif -

  Y/N yawned, their hand raising to cover their mouth in a last ditch effort to be polite. From beside them, Jonathan furrowed his brows at them. “How are you still tired?” He questioned, looking at the person beside him in bewilderment. Shrugging, Y/N stretched their arms over their head, leaning back in the rickety school chair. 

  “That’s just how they are, bro. Always sleepy, Man,” Argyle answered for his partner as he pushed the sloppy macaroni salad (if it could be called that) around on his plate, scooping some up on his fork and shoving it into his mouth. “Bro,” He exclaimed, bits of the salad spitting out at Jonathan and Y/N. “This is bitchin’ salad.” He dove back into the disgustingly pale and soggy pasta salad. 

  “That’s because you’re high, babe.” Y/N’s tired voice mumbled as they folded their arms on the table, resting their forehead on their forearms - acting as a makeshift pillow. Argyle laughed, nodding as he chewed more of the salad. Jonathan, looking between the couple, turned his nose up as Argyle continued to scarf down the nasty macaroni salad that everybody else left untouched on their plates. 

  “I find it weird how good you two work together when one sleeps all the time and one who is constantly talking.” Jonathan looked at them respectively. Y/N’s were half lidded as they fought off the urge to nap and Argyle was shaking his head happily as he chewed the pasta.

  Sighing, Y/N shifted in the chair, sinking against the table more. “Don’t know what to tell ya, Johnny boy, we work.” They sighed out tiredly. 

  “Yeah, we work. They sleep and I talk. Like two souls who are completely different finding solstice with each other - finding comfort in what makes us different.” Argyle explained. If the blaring red eyes weren't enough to tell Jonathan he was floating above the clouds, his sudden philosophical takes gave him away. 

  “Yeah, what he said,” Y/N mumbled in agreement. “His voice soothes me and he loves cuddles. We balance each other out.” 

  “Exactly. And without them, I would have no idea where I’m supposed to be. Literally,” Argyle nodded, his plate now empty. “Speaking of which, babe, where am I going next?”

  “Science.” They answered, voice muffled as their cheek pressed into their arm, a bit of drool starting to pool in the corner of their lips. Jonathan looked between them as Y/N drifted in and out of their nap and Argyle started getting excited because he remembered a documentary they had watched about seahorses. 

  Even during Argyle’s eccentric retelling of the documentary, Y/N wasn’t disturbed once. Still baffled at their dynamic, Jonathan thought back to his relationship with Nancy. Could he see them having a dynamic that worked so well together? They were both hard-working and driven people. Maybe that was their dynamic - head-strong and independent. 

  “And the craziest part,” Jonathan tuned back into Argyle’s solo conversation. “The dude seahorse carries the baby seahorses instead of the chick seahorses! How completely mind blowing is that? Insane!” Argyle shook his head, a large smile on his face. Y/N, on the other hand, let out small, barely auditable snores as they napped. Jonathan looked at the table, eyes landing on their joint hands, holding on to each other. Neither one of them were doing the same thing. One was sleeping and one was rambling on about all kinds of different animals and their pregnancies. 

  Watching them, in their peace, Jonathan couldn’t help but wish that he and Nancy could have a love like that whenever they could see each other again.

[bludhavents]

Muffin Crumbs

pairing: Argyle x reader

summary: You work at the bakery next to Surfer Boy Pizza, and your routine with Argyle proves to be extra fun one night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smoking, cursing. fluff!!

based on this request

Every evening at closing time, you were required to throw away the leftover pastries and other baked goods from the day. Your boss insisted that they would be too stale to serve the next day, and apparently giving them to the homeless shelter was a violation of some health code. You understood the need for freshly baked goods-- what you didn't understand was why there had to be so much waste at the end of each shift.

But you carried on tonight just as you did every other evening: You closed the shop, turning the sign on the door and stacking chairs on top of the small café tables that were marked with rings of condensation from the customers' coffees. Everything was properly wiped down, the leftover baked goods were in their trash bag, purposely separated from the actual bag of trash that you'd already taken out to the dumpster.

The bag of baked good would be given to your best friend and fellow waste-hater, Argyle. Since you started telling him about how many pastries you threw out, he'd insisted that you just give them to him instead. And it became routine. At the end of your shifts, you'd both meet behind the stores and you'd exchange the bag of baked goods for a botched pizza order. It was a happy, balanced, and all-around beautiful routine that the both of you had composed.

When you opened the back door, you saw Argyle already leaned up against the back door of Surfer Boy's Pizza, a bright smile on his face when you stepped out.

"What've you got for me today, my friend?" He walked over to you excitedly, trading you two pizza boxes for the bag of assorted donuts and strudels.

"Some kinda pop-tart thingies, donuts, kolaches, and I think there's a few muffins in there, too," you answered happily. The pizza boxes he'd handed you today were still warm, very unlike usual. "These are burning my arm."

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that. I messed 'em up on purpose so I'd have something to give you, man. Everyone decided to be on their game and perfect their craftsmanship today for some reason," he said as the two of you sat next to each other on the curb just like you always did, carrying on an easy conversation to decompress after your tiring day.

He reached into the bag and pulled out a blueberry muffin, dramatically falling over onto your lap after his first bite. His hair was splayed across your legs as he stared up at you hazily.

"Jesus, man," he groaned. "This is fucking delicioso. What's in this? Heaven?!"

"I've never tried it, actually." He held his hand up and you took a bite from the muffin, blinking hard at the otherworldly taste that entered your mouth. He was right, it had to have been Heaven.

"Man, you got crumbs all over me!" He complained, turning away from you.

The words sent you into a fit of giggles, which only launched more crumbs out of your mouth and into his hair. It had you dying, clutching your stomach as you gasped for air and choked down the bite. Argyle stood up, shaking his head around like a dog to get all of the pieces from his hair. You were completely doubled over at this point, weakly gripping onto the curb to keep you from lying out flat on the asphalt as you laughed hysterically at him.

"A-Argyle!" You struggled to regain your composure. "I'm so sorry."

"It's kind of hard to believe your apology when you're laughing the whole time, man!" He shouted through a mouthful of muffin. "Got me stressed out, man. Shit, this muffin is bangin'."

You watched him pull a joint from the pocket of his pants, and he offered it to you. You nodded, licking your lips and letting him place the joint between them. He raised the lighter and held it to the end, igniting the weed for you and taking his spot beside you once again. You hit it and passed him the joint, shifting so that your head was resting in his lap, eyes fixed on the night sky above.

"Isn't Surfer Boy's still open?" You asked, dragging one of the pizza boxes across the ground to your side. Argyle reached over you to grab a slice, not thinking before he placed the joint in your lips to free up his hand space.

"Yes, we are." He took a big bite of the pizza. You felt a goofy grin make its way onto your face at the sight of him-- pizza slice in one hand, muffin in the other, and smoke from your exhale floating up into his face.

"Should you be smoking on the clock?" Despite your concerned words, you still raised the roll to his face and held it there, his lips brushing lightly against your fingers as he took a drag. He turned to look down, smiling sweetly at you before blowing the smoke back into your face. You coughed, instinctually catapulting yourself onto your feet and swatting at the air around you.

"I always smoke at work, man. Part of the job." He shrugged it off, but his eyes widened at the sight of you taking a huge drag of the weed, moving back to him and getting right in his face. "No, man! You got crumbs on me, I exhaled on you. We're even. Do this and it's full on war."

You scrunched your nose at him, but complied, blowing the smoke straight up into the air instead, and laughing at the way it sparkled under the dim lights of the alley.

"Fine." You sat next to him, taking another drag before holding it to his mouth again. "I like doin' this. It's therapeutic. Helps me reach my Zen. My nirvana. My purgatory."

"Word," Argyle agreed, nodding slowly along with your statements. "I think it's the muffins. They really bring out a different side of me, man."

"I think it's the Purple Palm Tree Delight." You leaned your head on his shoulder and inhaled the smoke again, tapping out the ash onto the cement.

"It'll do that do ya." He didn't make you lift your arm to help him. This time, he bent down on his own accord, wrapping his lips around the joint and breathing in deeply. "Sweet stuff."

You hummed, reaching down to grab a slice of pizza from the box. It was still warm-- the cheese pulled when you lifted the slice, and the both of you freaked out over it.

"Dude! Did you see that cheese pull? That was easily top 10 cheese pulls in the world!" You exclaimed, shaking Argyle by the arm. His jaw was wide open, eyes fixed on the slice in your hands.

"Wow, man!" A large smile broke onto his face. "If Jonathan was here with his fancy camera, he would've totally taken a picture of that. Definitely going in the record books."

"Pizza made by Argyle, cheese pull done by Me," you said dramatically, waving your hands in the air to emphasize your enthusiasm. "We are champions, good sir. Champions!"

Argyle smiled widely, slinging the arm holding pizza around your shoulders and whooping loudly into the night sky, followed by laughter from the both of you that lasted a lifetime.

[pervertedreams]

Thinking about just relaxing splayed on both Argyle an Eddie's lap in the back of one of their vans. Just laying there without lifting a finger. They roll the blunt for you, feed you snacks, maybe even cooperate to take your clothes off...

ugh oh my god, and i feel like argyle’s van is always the hangout spot for y’all cause it’s a bit bigger and surprisingly cleaner than eddie’s, and you’re right you don’t have to lift a finger if you don’t want too.

the three of you are in the back of argyle’s van SLUMP. you’re laid up in between the two long-haired men, and they couldn’t be more satisfied. that is until it came to preparing the blunt, arguing over who’s bettet at rolling, and now they’re looking at you for confirmation on who’s better. you try getting yourself out of it but you know it’s no use. you bite your lip, holding back your confession as you share a look between both boys. eventually you admit that it’s eddie, he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek before taking the weed and wrapping paper from argyle.

at some point the three of you get the munchies, driving over to the pizza shop argyle works at and getting yourselves a free pizza. you crawl to the back of his van again, you yelp at the playful slap eddie’s gives your ass, and giggle when you fall back into argyle’s lap.

they’re feeding you pizza, teasing you with it by hanging it over your mouth, or pulling it when you try taking a bite. once the pizza is gone you guys finish the blunt.

the buzz has kicked in all three of you even heavier now, and they look way prettier than usual, everything feels hazy and dream-like. the way the orange hues of the setting sun bounces off of their complexions makes them look almost godlike. you can help it when you’re lazily straddling argyle’s thighs, placing a slow and messy kiss to his lips. you can’t help but grin at the lingering taste of pizza on his tongue. it’s gross but sort of sweet at the same time, maybe it’s just cause you like him. you press your chest flush against his, deepening the kiss. his warm palms find your hips, and slowly start guiding you into a rocking motion. not even a minute later, you can feel his hard on against your inner thigh.

and eddie is drinking it all in, taking a last puff of his blunt before throwing the roach in a random ashtray argyle had laying around. his lids are heavy, eyes red and infested with lust. watching the way you fuck yourself against your shared boyfriend, how argyle is already a panting and whining mess. i never takes him long, and he’s never been afraid of being vocal.

“fuck man, i needa let my hard on free.” his california accent, males both you and eddie chuckle and he’s pausing the kissing to tug down at his pants. before you know it, your chin is caught by eddie’s finger and now your sloppy kisses has transferred to him. you’re still on top of argyle and he’s found a way to get his pants off without you moving much, and it doesn’t take you long before you’ve rid yourself of your pants as well. playfully throwing them at eddie.

he takes no time in rutting his hips up against yours, desperate and needy for any friction. your head falls back in relief, and his clothed shaft keeps nudging at your puffy clit. a strained moan escapes your lips when eddie starts nibbling and sucking at your neck. eventually you look over at him, eyes low but irritated. “take something off.” you’re whining, tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

he smirks before nodding his head towards argyle, “in a minute baby. i wanna watch.”

[xleeleeboox]

BF Discount

Argyle x gn!reader 

Warnings: a little cussing, strict parents, grades, arguments, smoking weed, crying, comforting, angst, fluffy ending :) Y/I means your initial

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      Argyle, half the time, had no idea what you and he have planned for the day when you hang out. Most of the time the two of you would just sit there talking about god knows what or smoking. That was how it goes about 70% of the time, him more than you. Today Argyle was coming over because you asked him to, he knocked on your front door and it’s one open to reveal your mother.

      “Oh, hi Mrs. L/N. How are you?” He asked, trying to be polite. He knew your parents didn’t particularly like him though. They are pretty strict and Argyle is pretty chill to say the least. 

      “I’m doing just fine, Argyle, they’re a little busy right now. Maybe another time?” She offered, trying to shoo him off of the front porch. 

      “Oh well they asked to come over on the phone earlier.” He explained. 

      “Well, I suppose.” She decides it’s probably better if he came in anyway. You and Argyle have been friends for years now. She knows that if anyone could cheer you up and get you out of a funk, it was him. 

      Your father was effectively tearing you to shreds about your grades. They weren’t terrible, he just wanted more and better from you. Sometimes, a lot of the time, it became too much. Argyle was your escape. His natural goofy side comments, mannerisms, and random thoughts made things a little better for you.

      It made you forget. And the weed. But you kept a stash very well hidden and your father has  never found it. 

      Anyway, your grades weren’t that bad, but there was a C minus in science class and apparently it was unforgivable. You and your father finished the lecture from him lighting up your ass and you just stomp up the steps to your room as your mother lets Argyle in. He follows you up the steps to your room, and closes the door behind him. 

      “Thank god you’re here. How much of that argument did you hear?” You ask him, to be honest, Argyle didn’t need to listen to the argument to know what was being said. It has happened before, and earlier in the school day you had gotten your grades assignments back. It was one that you had been struggling with a lot, and didn’t have time to stay after school for some help.You had voiced your concerns to him at lunch after you got the paper back, knowing how your father gets on you about grades. 

      “To be honest, not much. I was talking to your mom.” He said, shrugging. Argyle was a very relaxed person, most of the time. Sometimes though, when he gets worked up, it’s a sight to see but it takes a lot. That’s why it’s so easy to be around him, it reminds you that there is no point in freaking out about some things. 

      You squinted at him, “My mom doesn’t like you.” 

      “Thanks for reminding me. If she doesn’t like that much, why hasn’t she yelled at me to keep your door open, hm?” She’s always on him about that. Argyle picks up something that was laying out on the desk to the side of the room, and inspects it. 

      “I guess she knows that I just need to cool off in private, I guess. Thank you for coming over by the way, it’s a good thing you didn’t hear some of the things he’s said.” You sigh, grabbing the thing from his hand and putting it back down on the desk. “Can I have a hug, please?” You ask him. As if he’d say no. 

      Argyle wraps his arms around you, and you wrap your arms around him. He gives you a big squeeze, resting the side of his face on the top of your head. Without a doubt, he gives the best hugs ever. You two fit together so nicely when you hug, resting your head on his shoulder and him resting his head on yours. 

      You let go of the hug, Argyle giving one last squeeze before brushing some of your hair back for a minute. It wasn’t something that he usually does. In fact, he doesn’t even know why he did it. He just knows that it felt right, and it gave him butterflies when you looked back at him. But then you turn around and plop down on your bed, laying down on your back, staring at the ceiling. Last summer, he helped you to put glowing star stickers on your ceiling. That day he wrote on one of the stars “A + Y/I” and placed it up there. 

      Every time you see it, it reminds you of your friendship together and how that relationship has changed over time. It also reminds you of your big fat crush on him. It’s cliche to fall for your best friend right? If it’s so wrong, why did he feel the same way you did? Of course, he’s never said anything to you. You never indicated your feelings to him anyway, so he didn’t bother. But you did indicate your feelings, he’s just not been able to pick up the hints. 

      Argyle plopped down on the bed too, laying down. The thought of knowing that he was always going to be there for you, no matter what, was a comforting thought. Mulling your father’s words over in your head brought fresh tears to your eyes, one escaping down the side of your face and into your ear. You reach up and wipe it away. He turned his head.  

      “Are you crying? Oh my god, I didn’t know the argument got that bad.” Argyle felt guilty. He felt like he should have been there. It’s not like he could have done anything, but he felt like you probably needed him there. He would have been if he wasn’t planning on what to say to you. 

      Argyle wanted to tell you his feelings for you so much. But he needed to know what to say. Usually, he would just let it happen, but he couldn’t this time because he didn’t want to mess it up. He was worried that he would say the wrong thing, or what he was saying would fly over your head. He just didn’t want to have to explain it, and then have it be awkward. 

      You sniffled, the stress getting to you now. And you nod, rolling over to face him, but he was a lot closer than you thought, and you ended up right against his side. You weren’t complaining, and neither was he. He lifts his arm and wraps it around you as you scoot even closer to lay your head on his chest. His heart beats faster, and you can hear it. You sling an arm over his middle and stay like that for a while. Your face is warm from crying, and the proximity, the dried tear stains making your cheeks feel tighter. He rubs up and down your back, and it’s the most comforting thing ever. 

      You look up at him, tears that are still stuck in your eyelashes fall cold now when you blink, so you wipe them away. Argyle blushes a little bit, truly realizing how close you two are right now. If you moved your head forward just a bit, your forehead would be touching his cheek. He takes a moment to think about everything he was planning on saying, and it is gone and out the window. 

      He clears his throat, so his next words don’t come out cracking, embarrassing himself. “Are you okay, now?” Really? Is that all he had to say right now? Apparently. You nod, and try to make a move by snuggling your head between his and his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you once again, and you sling a leg over his hips. Argyle is replaying all of the things he’s planned earlier, trying to remember them. 

      “Hey, I actually wanted to tell- uh to talk to you about something.” He whispers, trying not to startle you. The sun was now setting right outside your window, casting gold shadows everywhere, the dust flying around the room becoming more visible. You sit up and give him a nod to signal that you are listening now. 

      He sat up too, “Well… do you remember when we were hanging out in that open field one night? We had a bunch of snacks, it was like a picnic.” He let out a little laugh, it was a really fun night. In fact, it almost prompted him to tell you his feelings about you. But he backed out because he was way too high to say the right things. 

      You chuckle, “Yeah, we definitely got way too high that night.”

      “Yeah…” he fucking forgot again. He had to improvise now. “Listen, that night, I asked you to talk about something too. But I decided not to. Just because I knew I’d probably mess it up. But I really want to tell you about it, you know? Like…” He lets out a breath. He wants to rip it off like a bandaid. Why not? Why can’t he? 

      “I like you. You know, like romantically. I just never knew how to say it…” He trails off. 

      You let out a little giggle, he looks so sincere. “Well you could have just said it like that. Or any other way, I wouldn’t have minded. Because I like you too. Romantically. I didn’t want to say anything yet because of everyone teasing us, saying we’re dating. You always denied it.” 

      “I only denied it because I thought you were uncomfortable with it. I never knew you felt the same.” 

      “Well, I do.” He takes your hand and plays with your fingers for a moment, not knowing what else to say after this. 

      “What should we do now?” He asks. 

      “Well, a few things. We could sneak out and go on a date. We could sneak out and smoke. Or we can stay in and you can help me study to redo that science assignment.” You offered up. 

      “I like the first two.” He smiles with a little giggle. Your heart rate picks up. A date with Argyle, finally. You tell him okay, and toss a few things into your purse, lock your bedroom door, and grab your stash. 

      “Oh by the way, after this, no more buying weed. You get a discount from your boyfriend.” He said with a big, proud smile. 

      “What boyfriend?” You joke.

      “Me.”

      “I don’t recall you asking me out, you only confessed.” You smirk. He stands up from the bed, mouth open. He wants to kiss you, but you’re right. And it might be too soon. 

      “Just come on.” He says, rolling his eyes, heading to your window for your first, official, date. 

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[skittlesfics]

name: company ink pairing: Argyle x Reader word count: 3010 summary: During a bad shift at the pizza shop, Argyle offers to smoke you out. contents/warnings: tits, weed usage, vague descriptions of being high, tagged smut for sexual content but no actual sex, mostly fluff author's note: okay I was going to post the request, and then I remembered this idea kicking around and I had to get it out. Something the tiniest bit spicier, may be potential for a part two read part 2 here

- You huffed as you hung up the phone, yet another irate customer yelling about prices that you had zero control over. Some days you had a lot of fun at this job, and others you were this close to throwing in your thematic Hawaiian shirt and visor for something less soul-sucking.

“That’s not the happy face I’m looking for.” Argyle popped into view from around the corner as if to remind you of why you stayed at this place, his empty delivery bag dangling from one shoulder as he returned from the most recent round of deliveries. He was lucky; another driver had just taken the newest stack, leaving him an actual break from driving for once. You wrinkled your nose at him and leaned back against the wall, your head hitting the shitty bulletin board with more force than you had intended.

“Don’t give me that ‘smile’ bullshit today, Argyle, I’ll scream.” You said, closing your eyes against the impending stress headache. The regret set in immediately. You felt gross, snapping at your one work friend like that, but you were just about at your limit, and you didn’t need anyone prodding at you further. Not even your cute coworker who occasionally sold you weed.

“Whoa, man.” You heard Argyle’s footsteps and thought he was leaving, but just as quickly as they receded, they returned, coming towards you behind the counter now.

“Need a smoke? I’m out of purple palm tree delight, but I scored some black triangle kush that’ll get you real mellow.” He sounded about as concerned as Argyle was capable of, which only made you feel more guilty for snapping at him. You pressed your lips together, opening your eyes to see the dark-haired boy looking at you with genuine concern. Fuck.

“It’s just been a rough day, I’m sorry. I’ll be okay. I honestly don’t have the spare cash for weed right now.” You normally used your tips to get enough weed from Argyle to make it through the rough days, but your last few shifts had been pretty stingy and you had your half of an electric bill to worry about this week.

Argyle’s brow knitted together thoughtfully, and you swallowed a thought about how adorable he was when he tried to think, especially when he was already toasted.

“I could smoke you out, if you wanna take your break now. We’re friends, you don’t always have to pay.” He offered. He shifted his delivery bag off his shoulder and dumped it onto the counter like it was a done deal. You chewed your bottom lip, glancing between him and the phone.

“I don’t want to put you out. You can’t give away weed every time a girl is in crisis. I can pay you later, or make it up to you somehow?” You offered guiltily. Argyle simply shrugged and gestured for you to follow him outside.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You hesitated only long enough to yell that someone in the kitchen would have to grab the phone and scurried behind him, eager for any sort of stress relief.

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You shifted awkwardly in your seat as Argyle rolled a joint in front of you. He was explaining the differences between this strain and his usual one, but you were only half listening, your eyes following the expert movements of his fingers.

“… hybrid, so it might make you a little sleepy, but you’ll definitely be more relaxed. I always get cotton mouth, but I didn’t give the last house their pepsi since they yelled at you on the phone, so you can drink that if you need it.”

You nodded along as if you were listening. He twisted the end of the joint and admired his own rolling job before holding it up to his mouth to light. You had always been attracted to your coworker, but “don’t shit where you eat” had been heavily ingrained in your mind from the drama at your first job. You were doing your best to respect that, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t look. He held the joint between his lips, using one hand to shield it from non-existent wind and the other to light the end with his lighter. He let the twisted paper burn down, taking a few puffs to draw the flame into the weed, and then offered it to you.

You tried not to think about the slight dampness from where he had kept the filter in his mouth for too long as you took a long pull, holding the smoke in your lungs for a few moments before exhaling.

He still hadn't given you a way to repay him, but you didn't bring it up yet as you returned the joint carefully pinched between pointer finger and thumb. He took it with ease, eyes trained on your face as he leaned back to take a hit. He inhaled deeply, holding for a beat before exhaling through his mouth and nose, smoke pouring from him like some sort of fancy incense holder. 

You couldn't help but laugh, grinning as he broke into a smile. 

"That's it. There's my smile. Consider your debt paid in full." He said cheerfully, reaching out to gently pat your cheek. His touch shouldn't have burned the way it did, but then, none of the way you felt around Argyle made any sense. You shouldn't get jealous when he told you stories of customers flirting with him. You shouldn't hang on to his every word. You shouldn't mope around the pizza parlor until he comes in from each delivery with some story or snippet of something that he thought might cheer you up. You really, really shouldn't shit where you eat.

You let him place the joint between your lips, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed gently against your lips as he pulled away. You were sure you imagined the slight intake of breath on his part, the way his eyes lingered on your lips, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed before tearing his eyes away. 

Fuck, the weed was hitting quick if you were already this horny. You took another hit, inhaling slowly and holding the smoke in your mouth for a second before breathing it into your lungs. You exhaled, feeling yourself start to melt into the floor of the van. Argyle took the joint as carefully as he had placed it, dropping it into the ashtray he kept on hand.

"I don't think a smile is enough to pay you for weed, Argyle." You slurred lazily, flicking your eyes up to gaze at him through thick lashes. You didn't remember when you laid down fully, but there he was, sitting upright and towering over you. 

"No?" He asked, still smiling. Argyle was always smiling. That was one of the things you liked so much about him. You reached up and poked his cheek, grinning when it made his smile widen. 

"No." You repeated, shaking your head slightly. He shifted closer, his leg bumping up against yours as he made himself comfortable. There was a brief silence as your brain processed the new input and he just watched you, waiting. Finally, his curiosity got the best of him.

"What would be enough to pay me for weed?" He asked, finally. You hummed. The logical part of your brain was telling you to stop now, that he might reject you and that would be awkward and you couldn't get a new job quickly if this went sour because you got frisky after a little weed.

The less logical side of your brain was telling you that you knew the way he looked at you. How his eyes lingered when you stretched to get the boxes from the top shelf, your shirt slipping up to reveal the slightest bit of skin. How he always looked your way when he made a joke to be sure that you were laughing. How he undercharged you for weed, or slipped extra in the bag when you weren't looking. You liked that side much better. 

You played with the collar of your shirt as you considered the best way to answer, not missing the way his eyes followed your hand and then drifted down before deliberately, dutifully returning to your face. 

"Remember that delivery to the apartments down Oakside last Tuesday, 3A?" You asked. You watched his face as he thought back, trying to count the days backwards to remember what you meant. His lips moved silently as he thought, mouthing the pizza orders of the places he remembered. You couldn't help but smile at his moment of realization, the tips of his ears growing a deep red at the memory. Large white pie, extra sausage.

"You mean the one with the..." he mimed opening a robe, his eyes slightly wide as the implications of your words slammed into him all at once. "No way, dude, you don't have to..." He trailed off. His eyes were already drifting back down, Adam's apple bobbing with the force of his nervous swallowing. 

You smiled and gave him a slight nod, fingers already fiddling with the first button on your work shirt. 

"That's the one. I think you said something about a pizza costing more than just a look." You teased, moving on to the next button when the first finally popped open. "Does that apply to weed, too?"

Argyle's lips parted like he was about to say something, eyebrows knitted together as he grappled over what to say, but no words came out. He blinked hard, shaking his head slightly like he was making sure you were really there, then he looked down at the joint, inspecting it for anything he hadn't added. 

"Argyle?"

"If it's for the weed, you don't have to." He repeated, his voice high with nervousness. You had one button left, and you made quick work of it, letting your shirt rest, partially open, on your chest. You felt incredible. High, powerful, sexy, bold... You could take on the world, if the world were the cute boy sitting with his mouth slightly open across from you. The world around him was hazy, tilting slowly, but that didn't matter when you felt like this.

"I want to." This was stupid. This was brilliant. This was ridiculous. This was... everything. You couldn't decide as he shifted next to you, moving closer like he was waiting for you to take it back. "Aren't you curious?" 

You could tell from the way he looked at you that he was more than curious. Maybe he was hoping for this, or something like this. Maybe this hadn't been the first time he thought about you in the back of his delivery van. Maybe he wanted more than you were even offering him right now. He said none of that out loud, his fingers gingerly finding the edges of your shirt and pushing them apart, inch by inch. 

The fabric was silky against your bare chest, the whisper of friction sending chills across your skin. You wondered if, this close, he could tell your heart was pounding in your chest, leaping at his careful touch. The places his fingers grazed against you were impossibly warm and the sensation of his skin on yours was nearly enough to send you spiraling. His eyes flickered between your face and your chest, searching for any sign of reluctance. Finding none, he finally just pulled your shirt open, a small groan falling from his lips at the sight of your bare tits beneath him.

"You are, like, unreal." He mumbled, his eyes devouring the sight of you like you were going to disappear. You flushed under the intensity of his gaze, fighting the urge to cover yourself or pull your shirt closed again. Your head was spinning in an entirely different way now, the weed paling in comparison to what Argyle was making you feel right now. You watched as he wet his lips with his tongue, goosebumps forming across your skin at the thought of what he might do with that. 

You took a breath, watching him as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, memorizing the curves of your torso as you just existed. Argyle had always been cute, but the way he looked at you made you ache for him. The world was hazy and soft, the weed having filed off all the hard edges, and yet Argyle was the only thing in sharp focus. You smiled, reaching for his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he took yours just as easily. You pulled it towards you, dropping it only inches away from the swell of your breast. 

"More than a look, right?" You breathed and the look he gave you would have melted you if you weren't already there. You were playing coy, but you were practically begging for his touch, laid out all pretty beneath him like you belonged there. Even just sitting there, not moving, his touch sent flames across your skin, quickening your breath and making you desperate. 

"You're sure?" Argyle was in just as much of a state, his face a dark red, breath coming heavy and deliberate. He shifted uncomfortably, cock straining against the rough denim of his jeans in a way that neither of you could ignore. If you'd had doubts before they were gone now, replaced only with the desire for him to just touch you already. 

"Don't make me beg." That was enough to get him moving, shifting to his knees like he had only been waiting for you to say the word. His hands were rough, calloused, awkward, but they felt so fucking good as he finally cupped your breasts, fingers pressing in slightly as he experimented with a gentle squeeze. You inhaled sharply, your back arching slightly into his touch and he took the encouragement for what it was.

He touched you carefully, experimenting to find the things that made you gasp, that made you look at him like you wanted more. It was when he leaned in, lips parted, pupils blown wide with desire that you knew you were a fucking goner. "Can I?"

You almost cursed at him for asking, reaching up to thread your fingers into the thick curtain of his hair and pull him closer to your chest. He smoothed one steadying hand across your abdomen and leaned in, his breath fanning across your nipple in a way that already had you shivering. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to press a hot, warm, kiss to the side of your breast. You moaned, the sound floaty and distant to your high mind. If his fingers were warm, his mouth was searing, leaving you needy and breathless as he decorated your chest with open-mouthed kisses, lips and teeth and tongue seeking out all the sensitive places his fingers had mapped out before.

Your grip on his hair tightened, your body arching into him as he came tantalizingly close to one of your nipples and then kissed around it, sucking at the skin just under where you wanted his mouth most. If it were anyone but Argyle, you would've thought it was a deliberate ploy to make you needy, pliant under him. It worked anyway, your brain swimming with want for him, his mouth, his fingers, his everything. 

When he pulled away, he was enraptured, dark eyes trained on your body, lips slightly swollen from kissing your chest. Neither of you spoke for a moment, eyes trading questions about intentions rather than risking words. 

You were ready to speak, to ask when it happened. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three sharp raps on the side of the van that sent you scrambling away from each other, nearly colliding in your haste. 

"Come on, Argyle, I can smell you in there." It was the other delivery driver, no doubt irate that he had been left to do back to back runs. 

"Uhhh," Argyle's voice came out thick and raspy, and he had to clear his throat before trying again. "Dude, my bad, lost track of time. New strain." He called out, eyes not leaving you as the excuse fell easily from his lips. You envied his composure, still struggling to rebutton your shirt under his scrutiny. 

"Whatever, just go pick up your pies, dude." The annoyance was clear even when muffled and tinny through the doors of the trunk. You bit your lip, casting Argyle a guilty look as you considered what chaos you might be returning to. He was all smiles, though, as he reached over to his ashtray and picked up the blunt, plucking it to place between his lips as if he hadn't missed a beat. He relit it and took a hit before replying.

"Alright. My bad, man. Won't happen again." He assured, passing you the blunt. You took a small hit and passed it back, exhaling for longer than needed in an attempt to calm yourself. Your body still felt like it was on fire with want for him, but you couldn't just say that when he seemed to bounce back to his normal, unbothered self. "Guess we have to get back." he intoned, just for you.

"Guess so." You responded breathlessly. He smiled guiltily and reached out to help you fix the button you had messed up, leaving a gape right at your cleavage. Somehow that's what made you squeeze your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as he helped fix your clothes. 

"Maybe we could hang out later?" He offered, his eyes promising all the things he wasn't saying out loud. Or maybe that was just the weed and desire talking because right now all the bullshit warnings about getting involved with coworkers were far from thought, lost somewhere on the tip of Argyle's tongue, or perhaps in the palms of his hands, or in the gaze that darkened ever so slightly when his eyes fell on you again, contrasting his easy smile. 

"Yeah, maybe." 

[jvblood]

spring break

argyle x henderson!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: your bestfriend jonathan came back from california and he didn't come empty handed.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+minors dni), van sex (yet again)

a/n: well heyyyyy nice to see this again huh. anyways let me know how this is. let me know if this is piss and shit. deadass though, i have been getting schmoked out and literally just freaking finished this.

“Oh my god, Jonathan!” You screamed as you looked out your window. You rushed down the stairs, pushing past your mom and brother before finally going to the door and seeing Jonathan, your best friend ever since Will and your brother, Dustin, became friends. You and Jonathan were practically losers and were always drawn together. Everyone around you two always thought that the two of you were together, that was until he started dating Nancy Wheeler. His brother's best friend’s sister. Crazy.

“I’m guessing you already saw Nance?” You ask as you pull back from the suffocating hug that the two of you were tangled in. 

“She’s in the van right now, actually,” He says pointing behind him towards the pizza van. “We’re planning to go see Steve and the others, right now.” 

“Lemme go grab some proper shoes.” He nods as you run back inside to put on some regular converses on. You go to the nearest mirror and take a quick glance. You take in your appearance for a bit and rush out the door, grabbing your wallet. 

As you finally make it to the van, the door automatically opens with a guy with long hair, who is actually holding the door open for you. He watches you as you whisper ‘hi’ towards him.

“Oh, uh, this is Argyle, by the way.” Jonathan says as he puts the van into drive. You introduce yourself in a hushed tone, pulling your hand out for him to shake. He looks at you, then at your hand and finally remembers to reach for your hand to shake. It was as if he forgot how to function. Argyle couldn’t know if you could feel if his hand was sweaty, to him it felt like it. You, on the other hand, think it’s your hand that’s sweating. For what felt like a minute of hand shaking, the two of you finally let go. 

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” You ask.

“Argyle, do not get her high.” Jonathan says before Argyle could even say anything. 

“I wasn’t planning on it, dude.” Argyle calmly states. He finally turns back to you, “I actually work at the pizza shop that owns this van. My dad owns the shop, so that’s why we got the van.” You exclaim at the fact that the van was really his. 

“How long have you been working at the shop?”

“Ever since I’ve been driving.” He states very proudly. You shrug at the response, you were one to respect the ‘grind’. The two of you were mindlessly speaking back and forth, talking about his experience at the shop and how California is and how Hawkins is and what you do.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy look at the two of you through the rearview mirror. It’s like watching two idiots falling for eachother. As the two finally look away from the rear view, they share a pointed look that you and Argyle couldn’t see. 

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As Steve and Robin finally ended their shift with Eddie and Vickie waiting for them at the store, the eight of you made your way to a McDonald’s to get something to eat. Just the older kids hanging out, no kid under 17 here to try and spoil the day. Everyone goes to wait in line to order, meanwhile you try to find a table big enough for you guys to pig out on. Argyle stayed by your side as you finally found the perfect seating. There were cushioned seats along the way while the other side had seats that were attached to the floor. You sat on the cushioned side while Argyle sat across from you. 

“So,” You begin, trying to break the unknown tension, “, you’re Jonathan’s new best friend?” You begin to tease. “Well, if I’m being honest, I can’t beat the original.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why thank you.” You say as you bring your hand to your chest, meanwhile Argyle jokingly bows. The two of you begin laughing at how stupid you might look to any body around. 

“You know, Jonathan told me alot about you.” He says. 

“I hope it was all good.” 

“Nothing but good. I sorta thought you were like his girlfriend when he first talked about you.” Argyle scratches his head, avoiding eye contact again. 

“Oh my god–No! God no, Jonathan is like a brother to me–oh my god.” You revolt at the thought of dating Jonathan. “I mean like I sound like an ass but Jonathan and me, yuck!” Argyle chuckles at your reaction and scratches his neck.

 Finally as the others finally come back to the table with either own meals, you and Argyle finally go up and order your choices. You were contemplating on what to get, Argyle though figured out what he wanted. “Can I get the..filet o’ fish meal. Please.” You scrunch your face at his choice but you weren’t really going to judge it, you were going to remember that. “What about you?” He turns to you and asks. 

“I’ll just get an order of fries and a drink please.” You say as you reach out for your wallet. Little did you know, Argyle already paid for the two of you. “Argyle you didn’t have to pay for me.” You say as you hold onto his arm, lightly. 

“Nah, don’t sweat it dude. It’s like 2 bucks.” “Yeah, two bucks I had.” You tease as you pop your hip out a bit. “And you still have it.” He says, smiling down at you. You playfully roll your eyes as you put your wallet back into your pocket.

Meanwhile, back at the table where everyone was waiting for you two.

“Okay, I’m gonna say it right now, does she like the new guy?” Robin blurts. The other six have been watching the two of you interacting this whole time. 

“Great, so I’m not the only one who sees it.” Eddie says as he picks a fry from Steve. Steve tried to swat his hand out of the way but ultimately was late. “I’ve been in a car with Argyle for like three days, I’ve never seen him act this way.” Jonathan says as he puts his drink down after taking a sip. 

“And like we’ve been with y/n for like ever and not once does she act like this.” Vickie mentions. 

“Maybe this is a good thing.” Nancy suggests, trying to see the brighter side in all of this. Everyone nods their head, agreeing meanwhile Steve is on the cusp. 

“Yeah, but she just met the dude.” Steve mentions. He has this thing where he plays older brother with anyone remotely younger than him. He doesn’t know it himself but everyone else around him can see it a mile away. 

“And what about it? What about love at first sight, Stevie.” Eddie teases. This time Steve just gives him an unamused look and shakes his head pointedly. 

“Shit, they’re coming back, pretending like nothing happened.” Robin interrupted. Everyone snaps their head in different directions, trying to play it off as if they weren’t talking about you two. Everyone except Eddie. “Welcome back, love birds.” Everyone around him, drops their heads in ‘disappointment’ and exhales the breath they were holding in. 

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As everyone finally finished eating, it was time to go back to someone else’s house to hang out and let the food settle. Basically, the eight of you all were heading back to Steve’s house to chill. You, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle make it back to the van while Steve, Eddie, Vickie and Robin make their way to Steve’s car. You hopped in the back seat with Argyle, scooching over to give him his space. 

He’s sitting close to you, not that you don’t mind. His knee was grazing yours as the two of you were sitting next to each other. It was unspoken between the two of you that you both wanted to touch even more. Argyle on the other hand is only focused on the fact that your knees are touching. It’s like a burning sensation that is rising to his head. It’s all that he’s focusing on. You are the only thing on his mind right now and he wants more. 

As you guys finally made it to Steve’s house, the two of you finally exited the van. The eight of you entered his house and made your way to the living room. Robin pulled out a copy of Children of the Corn. “Not enough seats for everyone, so we seem like we gotta figure something out.” Eddie suggests. You could hear in his voice that he is up to something. 

“Welp, first comes first serves though.” He says as he rushes to the couch. Jonathan and Steve sat on the couch and there was one seat left. Nancy made her way to go sit on Jonathan’s lap, meanwhile Vickie and Robin already settled to sit on the floor, pillows supporting them. Just as you were about to sit on the floor, Eddie reaches for your wrist and pulls you into Argyle’s lap. You yelp as you feel yourself being pulled by Eddie. For some reason he’s playing matchmaker and it’s working. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry Argyle!” You apologize, before you try getting up, Argyle holds onto your waist softly. “It’s fine, stay.” He says, letting his hand now linger on your waist. 

“Perfect.” Eddie says underneath his breath. Steve elbows him for meddling between the two of you. Meanwhile, Robin puts in the tape for Children of the Corn and turns off the light.

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About thirty minutes into the movie, you were squirming in your seat. You try to get up to get yourself a drink until Argyle holds you back. You whisper to him that you need to get you something but he avoids eye contact with you. You look at him confused as to why he’s acting this way and when you try to get up again he’s still holding onto you.

 Then it hits you, you could feel underneath you that he was hard. You widen your eyes as you look down, you could feel yourself warm up with the thought of you doing this to him, then you turn your head left and right to see what the others are doing. 

Jonathan and Nancy have their eyes watching the screen. Steve and Eddie on the other hand have fallen asleep. Robin and Vickie are still on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as well. 

Thankfully, an idea popped into your head. You stretch your arms, ‘yawning’. You put on a display that you’re tired and wanting to go home. 

“Hey, guys,” you begin. “I think I’m going to go ahead and clock out. I’m ‘bout to pass out.” “You need me to drive you back?” Jonathan asks. 

“No, it’s good, I already asked Argyle and he said he’ll take me.” “Yup, I will take her.” He says, sounding a bit like a robot. You roll your eyes and get up, you grab Argyle’s hand and help him off the couch. You grab the keys from Jonathan and the two of you make your way outside to the van. 

The two of you are now outside, keys unlocking the van for you two to ‘leave’, “Uh–wow, I’m–god I’m sorry.” Argyle apologizes for his stiff friend he acquainted. 

“Argyle, do you want to have sex..with me?” You ask slowly. He nodded his head rather quickly and began to breathe heavily. With your lips still attached, he opened the back of the van and went inside, shimming to give you some room. 

He lays down, waiting for your next move. You crawl and straddle him as you begin to get more comfortable. His lips meet yours again eagerly as you make yourself more comfortable. You grind onto him mindlessly while his hands begin roaming around your waist. 

You pull back to breathe and he whimpers at the sudden loss of touch. The sight was to die for. Argyle lay on his back, his hair all over the place free. His eye brows were furrowed and mouth open agape, waiting for you to kiss him once more. You could feel butterflies in your stomach seeing him like this, with his hands on your waist nonetheless. 

You shimmy out of your pants and lift your shirt over your shoulders. Argyle looks at you with wide eyes, whispering wow underneath his breath as well. As you reached around to unclasp the bra, you could see his eyes were fixated on one thing. As the bra falls, he watches as your breasts finally rest with no support. He thought he felt drool going down his chin as he watched your movement. What felt like twenty years of doing nothing, when in reality was like five seconds, he attached his lips onto your nipple. Sucking your breasts and massaging them in an instant. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, causing you to whimper underneath him. 

All the while, Argyle is bucking his hips into you. Your underwear and his pants were the only thing between you two. With the way he was moving underneath you, it was making you lose your breath. 

“Do you need me to–uhh, finger you first?” Argyle cringes as he asks. You smile down at him, breathing heavily. 

“I just want you right now.” You coo. 

You reach behind you to find his zipper, as you made contact with his dick, he flinched. You begin pawing at his crotch, trying to find the zipper but ultimately fail at it. Argyle finally picks up at your eagerness and does it for you, releasing your tit from his mouth and pulling down the zipper. Pulling his pants down and underwear as well in the process, his dick was finally free. He looks down to see where the two of you so desperately wanted to be touched. 

His dick rests onto your ass, waiting to be inside. You look at Argyle once more, licking your lips. The sight before his own eyes could cause him to die. You straddle him, arms on either side of his head. Your mouth opens, breathing heavily aching for more. Your tits on display for him, waiting for him to put his mouth on them again and you in the way of his dick. There he could feel your ass instead. 

“I want you so bad.” Argyle whimpers. 

The two of you finally make eye contact. As you do, you push your underwear to the side and he reaches for his length. Not breaking eye contact, Argyle lines himself up and you slowly sink down onto him. The two of you gasp at the feeling. The warmth surrounding Argyle is making him see stars. He could feel how wet you were as he inched inside of you slowly. He cures underneath his breath and holds onto your waist. He tries to situate himself and get himself a bit more comfortable, which causes him to buck his hips into you. You moan out loud at the sudden movement. You practically fold onto him, losing strength in your arms that were holding you up. Your chest to chest, body heat causing sweat between you two. “You okay?” He breathes out. You whisper out a yes, the sensation of him begins to fill your mind.

He slowly began to move, his hips meeting in the middle with you. As he moves, you begin to get more vocal.

“That’s it baby– god, you’re doing so good.” You praise him. Argyle rolled his eyes back as you praised him. He could feel you get wet as he moves. 

Argyle's grip on your waist begins to get tighter as the time goes on. The sound of light clapping and the van shaking could be heard. The two of you are so eager to reach your own highs. You try to regain composure and hold yourself up. 

As Argyle's tempo began to get quicker. As he feels himself get closer to his own high, he wraps his arms around your and begins to buck his hips faster. The sound of the creaky van, clapping, and your own voices began to get louder. 

As he kept moving, you felt a bit scared. The fact that the van was creaking because of the two of you and the clapping, it was making you aware of your surroundings.

“Argyle, we need to be quiet.” You whisper into his ear. He slowed down movements just a tad. 

“Don’t worry, they’re watching a movie, they won’t even know.” 

As his hips finally fall from exhaustion, you begin to slowly bounce on him. You rock on his cock, back and forth, as you take over. You gained composure again and began bouncing on his dick. Argyle groans as he swipes his hair out of his face. 

You clench around him mindlessly as you could feel your own high coming. With each time you bounce down on his length, he could feel himself reach his high sooner. You moan out as he begins to buck into you quicker. You could feel him inside you throbbing as he moved.  The familiar coil forms in your lower stomach as Argyle moves inside you. 

Argyle could feel you tighten on him as he moved. You whine louder at how he fucks you. You furrow your eyebrows and fall onto his chest. You try to cover your mouth to muffle yourself. 

“Argyle.” You whine out. “We need to be quiet.” You looked down at him and made eye contact. 

“You know,” he says in between strokes “, if they were to wake up because of us, I would not care.” He teases you.

“You gonna cum?” He whispers into your ear.  You nod silently as he moves. 

As his strokes began to get sloppier you finally reached your high. You scrunched up your face as you felt yourself finally let go. As you come around him, you tighten around him. As he watched you finally release, he began to lose his rhythm. His hips began to falter as he thrust into you. Soon enough, he came. He bucks his hips into you as he releases into you. The two of you groan out loud as he pumps his load into you. 

As the two of you began to come down from your high the two of you laid together. As the two of you were breathing heavily, you both closed your eyes to rest. As you two calmed down from your high, the van side door opened. 

“Oh my god!” You shout, laying on Argyle trying to cover as much as possible. 

“Dude!” Argyle said as he wraps his arms around to cover you as much. 

As the door opens, you see Jonthan looking down at the two of you. He grimaces as he sees the two of you. Jonathan puts his hand cover eyes and looks away from the two of your bodies. 

“Dude, I thought I told you not to mess with her.” Jonathan says turning his back against you two. 

“Sorry bro.” Argyle says.

“Sorry not sorry.” You say underneath your breath, smirking to yourself.