#Argyle Imagine

[munson-blurbs]

Argyle x Fem!Reader smut

Summary: Your plans tonight only involve ordering a pizza, but a conversation with the pizza boy has you craving something very different.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), phone sex, masturbation (m! and f!), voice kink, Argyle is a simp as per usual

WC: 1.7k

A/N: This was inspired by me and @word-wytch ordering pizza at Steel City Con where the pizza boy did not want to get off of the phone. Nothing spicy happened, but it made us think...what if it had?

Also, big shout out to @munsonmuses for helping me with the ending. Love you, Addie!

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“Surfer Boy Pizza, this is Argyle speaking. Can I interest you in a delicious pie? Perhaps the Argyle Special?”

You stare at the shiny brochure in your lap, breath catching in your throat when you hear his voice. You were expecting someone brusque, rushing you off of the line so they can collect the next order, but the man speaking to you might as well be laying on a white sand beach. 

“Um, h-hi,” you wince at the way you stammer, tempted to hang up and save yourself further embarrassment, but you keep the receiver pressed to your ear. Lenora Hills is a fresh start, a place where no one knows you, and you’re determined to spread your wings and become more than the ‘shy, awkward girl.’ So, even though you were going to order a small cheese pie, you push yourself to ask, “what’s the Argyle Special?”

Soft laughter trills from the speaker; it’s warm and welcoming without a hint of malice. “Oh, the Argyle Special? She’s kinda my baby.” Good lord, the way he says baby has your thighs clenching involuntarily. You hear him shuffling a bit, adjusting positions to get more comfortable. “So, we start out with your classic thin crust.” Argyle lowers his voice and adds, “You might think you can toss it in the air a coupla times and call it a day, but you’d be wrong. You gotta knead it, get all the kinks out, right?”

“Mhm.” Your free hand begins to dip below the waistband of your denim shorts before you pull back. What are you doing? Touching yourself to a stranger explaining how to make pizza? “I, uh, I gotta—”

“Next comes the sauce,” he continues, not noticing your interjection. “Now, less is definitely more here, y’know what I’m saying? A little goes a long way.”

You nod, too caught up in the moment to remember that he can’t see you. “A-And then what?”

“Cheese. Enough to achieve that perfect amount of gooey goodness, but not so much that it weighs down the slice.” Another peal of laughter, just as kind as the one earlier. “Some people ask for extra cheese, but in my humble opinion, it takes away from the rest of the toppings, y’know?”

There’s a quiet swishing sound coming from his end, and it draws your attention. “What’re you doing that’s making that noise?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yo-yo.” Your question has clearly caught him off-guard; instead of further explaining his baby, he asks, “what’re you doing?”

Immediately, your thoughts flit to the way your fingers yearn to be inside you, the way your clit aches to be rubbed each time he talks. But he can’t know that. “N-Nothing. Um, yeah, nothing.”

You can practically hear his brows raise in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” Argyle teases gently. “In fact, it sounds like you’re doing something important.” He pauses for a second. “Lemme guess: top secret CIA mission?”

“No.”

“FBI?”

You giggle despite the embarrassment washing over you. “Not quite.”

There’s silence; his audible breathing is the only way you know he’s still on the line. “You got a really cute laugh.” 

Is he flirting? This is flirting; it has to be. But he doesn’t even know what you look like. 

You don’t know what he looks like, either, and you were about to masturbate to him, you remind yourself wryly. Anything’s possible. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Sweet but also sexy. A rare combo, if you ask me.” 

You summon all of your courage; the ball is in your court. “I, um, I like your voice.” Heat pools in your cheeks as you say the words. 

“My voice? Shit, I always thought it was kinda goofy. My friend Jonathan says I sound like Cheech and Chong. Well, not, like, both of them, but just…one.” A rustling noise; he’s shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m not good with getting compliments and stuff.”

“S’okay. Me either.” You laugh again, finding the ability to be honest refreshing. “Keep telling me about your special. Your baby,” you amend. 

He exhales a cloud of lust. “Fuck, say ‘baby’ again.” Ah, so it had the same effect on him that it did on you. 

This time, you don’t chastise yourself for the way your fingertips graze your cotton panties. You and Argyle are clearly on the same page. Why fight it? “Tell me more about the Argyle Special, baby.”

“I gotta know first if you’re doing what I’m about to do,” he says breathily. 

“I am,” you affirm, finding your clit easily and applying the lightest pressure. 

A sharp inhale, then, just above a whisper, “Good. So, so good.” He unzips his fly and groans as his hand wraps around his cock. “I’m just gonna talk, and you keep touching yourself for me, okay?”

“Mhm. Just…keep going.”

“Shit, yeah, I got you.” Another moan as he strokes himself, his sentences getting choppier. “The toppings…I like to combine sweet and—mmf—savory.”

You tug your panties aside, slipping your middle finger into your waiting pussy. “Keep going,” you urge, desperate for his silky voice. 

“Some diced g-green pepper…sliced jalapeños…and…” Argyle’s focus is split between listing ingredients and jerking off, and one is evidently winning. 

“And what, baby?” There’s a slight edge to your tone—dare you say, a sultriness—as your ring finger joins your middle, fucking yourself with both of them. 

You’re not the only one who picks up on your newfound confidence. “And pineapple,” he manages. “Comes from a can…fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”

You whimper, forcing air into your lungs. Breathing has never been a manual task until right now. “It’s because of you.” Your fingers move faster; you curl them slightly to maximize your pleasure. “You and your voice.”

“I’d talk all goddamn day for you.” His voice is thick with desire. “I’d do anything you asked me to—oh, fuck,” he grunts. “What would you want me to do if I was with you right now?”

What wouldn’t you want him to do is an easier question, but you try to quickly formulate a response. “I-I’d want you to touch me.”

“More specific, honey,” he tuts. “Where do you want me touching you?”

Everywhere. Anywhere. You think about where your own hand would be if you weren’t holding the phone. “My clit,” you say urgently, “or my…my tits.”

“Mmm, I could put my mouth on one and my fingers on the—”

“No,” you insist, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Fingers only. Need to keep your mouth free so you can talk.”

A chuckle, then, “fair enough. Guess I’ll rub that pretty little clit of yours, huh? Make sure you’re ready f’me.” There’s a soft puh as he spits on his cock to lubricate it. “Wish I was inside of you. Bet you’re so wet…and warm…and—ohh, yeah— so tight…”

“I’m so close,” you whine, absolutely desperate for this orgasm. You tuck the phone between your ear and your shoulder, bring your newly-freed middle finger to your clitoris, now swollen with need. “Please, Argyle, tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“Oh, baby,” he rasps, the schlick of his fist stroking his erection becomes louder, faster. “I want you screaming my name. That sweet little pussy st-stuffed with my cock. And I’ll go deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until you can’t—fucking—take it!” He growls out the last four words. 

It’s enough to drive you to the edge. You don’t tell him you’re cumming, but he knows just from the choked moans that you’re there. Your fingers are shiny with the proof of your arousal as you finish all over them, wishing they belonged to Argyle. Wishing you belonged to Argyle. 

“I’m cumming, fucking shit, h-oh, my God.” He’s in another galaxy now, stars swirling around him as his release spurts from his aching tip and coats his hand in his sticky seed. “Holy fuckin’…whoa.” There’s a brief pause. “Gimme one sec, okay?”

Argyle’s racing across the kitchen, phone dangling from the cord, before you can even respond. “Sorry,” he says, panting and laughing when he returns to the receiver, “had to grab some paper towels and clean myself up. Can’t go walking around with jizz on my hands.” 

“Not a good look,” you agree, the warmth from your giggle melting any residual awkwardness. “You definitely need to wash them, like, a hundred times before you make another pizza.”

“Nah, man; I’m actually clocking out now. You were gonna be my last customer, but, uh…” he trails off, and it occurs to you that you never finished placing your order. “We got a little distracted.”

Distracted is putting it mildly, but you’re in no headspace for a semantics debate. “I guess I’ll have to call back the next time you’re working and try again.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure!” Eagerness dominates his tone, and he tries to rein it in. “Or, um, maybe you can come by in person? I’d like to see the girl who made me cum harder than I have since…ever,” he adds cheekily. 

“Mhm. I can do that.” Can you? Yes, you tell yourself, I can. I’m turning over a new leaf, and that apparently involves having phone sex with the pizza guy and then meeting him for the first time at his job. 

You swear you hear a quiet yet triumphant, “yes!” before he says, “You sure? Because I’d totally get it if you wanted to keep this a one-time thing.” His hesitation indicates that he’s no stranger to unrequited pining, like he’s bracing himself for a rejection. “But I gotta be honest with you; I really wanna see you.”

“I wanna see you, too.” You wrap the springy cord around your forefinger. If his voice could make you feel this way, imagine what he could do with his fingers, his tongue, his…

“I work from noon until six tomorrow, if you wanna stop in?” Argyle cuts into your train of thought. “Or if that’s too soon, then we can just—”

“Argyle?”

“Yeah?”

You smile widely even though there’s no way for him to know that. “See you at six tomorrow.”

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[loveshotzz]

I have a pretty good one awhile ago but I don't ever see myself writing it.

Reader and Eddie are good friends, Argyle drops by his trailer to buy, and he ends up flirting with the reader. Later reader and Eddie go to a party, Argyle is there, and in sure you know where it goes from there

Argyle x fem!reader

You can call me names if you call me up

Warnings:18+ Weed dealing, weed smoking, mentions of drinking, slight mentions of hellcheer? (eddie has a crush and we make fun of him for it) kissing, semi public fingering (f! receiving)

Word count: 5.8k

beta’d by @superblysubpar

Authors note: This is my first ever Argyle fic! Thank you @sleepy-princ3ss for letting me write this! I had a lot of fun this one but it’s scary to write a new character so let me know what you think! I also had a good time writing Eddie as our best friend who doesn’t want to fuck us. Wild right? Still, there’s lots of Eddie in here too 💕

The summer heat always feels extra sticky inside Eddie’s trailer this time of year, the stale breeze that floats through his cracked window does nothing to cool you down. Thumbing through the worn covers of the records Eddie keeps in his room you hum along to the last few chords of Ride The Lightning. When the covers of Back In Black and Blizzard of Oz stick together, you grimace as you pull them apart. A crumpled cut of a babe from a Heavy Metal Magazine is the ‘glue’ that was holding them together.

“Eww Eddie! What the fuck?” god, your best friend was gross.

Clumsy loud footsteps bring him to the entrance of his room, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, his face flushes an even deeper shade of red when his eyes zero in on what you’re glaring at.

“I - uh,” coughing nervously, he scratches the back of his neck, the chain wrapped around his wrist sliding down his arm, “I don’t - I don’t know how that got there.”

Scoffing with a roll of your eyes you examine it a little more closely, careful not to touch it. The blond hair and the big blue eyes were a dead give away why this had to have been his favorite.

“She kinda looks like Chrissy don’t you think? Like if she got a metal makeover or whatever you’d call this,” snorting when his face turns into a tomato, his own glare takes over his features when he narrows his eyes at you.

“Why are you even snooping through my records, this one just started?” blinking quickly with embarrassment he looks like he’s ready to explode and you’ve never been more pleased with yourself.

Opening your mouth ready to bite back with something that you were sure was going to send him over the edge, the sound of three quick knocks followed by a single fourth one cuts you off before you can even start.

“Who’s that?” confused at his lack of communication with anyone crashing your hang out, he snaps - gesturing for you to step away from his records before he answers you.

He’s halfway out his bedroom door with you quick on his heels when he finally does.

“Jonathan and his friend from Cali are here to pick up real quick,” groaning at the sound of Jonathan’s name, Eddie laughs loudly before signaling for you to shut up with a finger to his lips.

It wasn’t that you hated Jonathan, he was just always such a downer when he’d join in on your smoke sessions.

Opening the door when you cross your arms with a nod signaling you’ll behave, he turns his charismatic Munson charm up to a ten with a wide grin.

“Byers,” giving him a slight bow, he extends his tattooed arm wide inviting them in, “Byer’s friend.”

You see Jonathan first, who gives you an awkward small wave and a tight lipped grin, lifting three fingers you give him the same energy.

“Oh hey man, the name’s Argyle excited to see what kinda weed you got out here,” Jonathan’s cute friend that follows him in was not what you expected as he clasps his hands together rubbing his palms excitedly stepping through the threshold.

Chestnut hair longer than Eddie’s sways as he walks in, the top of it hidden by a flipped bill green cap. Its smooth texture makes your hand twitch, you’re almost positive it’d feel like silk against your fingertips. A big dopey smile graces his full pink tinged lips as his already bloodshot brown eyes meet yours when he finally turns to see you in the hallway.

All the loud colors and clashing designs on his clothes makes the corners of your mouth tug up. Curiosity piqued, you throw him a more flirtatious wave, fluttering your lashes for good measure.

Eddie rolls his eyes from behind him catching onto your antics, but Argyle looks like he’s been turned to stone, frozen in place as he takes in your barely covered frame. Leaning a shoulder against the wall you watch his eyes trail up the uncovered expanse of your legs till he hits the frayed ends of your jean shorts, your spaghetti strap tank top gives him the perfect view of the curve of your breasts barely hidden beneath the thin fabric. Sweat beading off your heat kissed skin.

Clearing his throat he shakes his head when he feels his jaw go slack, glancing worriedly at Eddie who’s already too busy rummaging around the living room looking for his trusty metal lunch box.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just my partner in crime,” waving a dismissive ringed hand in your direction as he digs behind the couch Jonathan just got settled on, Argyle’s face falls slightly at the nickname.

That still didn’t stop him from watching you push yourself off the wall and walk to the kitchen island, sitting yourself on the cleared spot on top. Legs moving to the beat of the music still bleeding out from the speakers in Eddie’s room, you knew he was completely transfixed on you as he rocked back on his heels.

“Got it boys!” cheering himself on loudly, it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Only you would lose your lunch box full of drugs Munson,” winking at Argyle after you roast your best friend, his smile turns shy when he looks away.

“Bold of you to insult me when you smoke for free,” squinting with threatening eyes, he flips the lid open, the metal connecting with the wood of the coffee table in a loud clunk.

Sticking your tongue out at him he scoffs before turning his attention towards Jonathan pulling out two different bags of the new strains Rick had just supplied him with.

Argyle watches you both with confused eyes, unsure what to think of your banter as he feels the shift in your stare. The heat of it makes all the blood rush to his cheeks when he dares to meet it. Waving him over, you remind him to actually finish walking in. Eyes going wide at the realization, he looks down as he walks over to stand in the space right next to you.

Leaning his back against the formica countertop, your knee brushes the side of his arm with every small kick of your dancing feet. He smells like the kind of weed that makes you feel bad for whatever Eddie’s about to sell them and a hint of an earthy toned cologne. Dark eyes lifting up to yours, his breath catches in his throat when you meet his gaze instantly.

“Sooo, how’s it going?” purposely nudging him this time, you get a smile to finally break across his nervous face.

“It’s uhh- it’s good, Jonathan’s mom is super nice. Her cooking is shmackin,” giggling a little, he told himself it was because of the lingering effects of the weed they smoked on the way here, not because of the way you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened.

“Oh yeah, dinner at Joyce’s is always a hit. She really is the sweetest,” eyes crinkling in the corners when you grin at him, he was even cuter this close.

“How long are you visiting?” resting your chin on your shoulder when you look up at him, the height difference is still noticeable despite your advantage. His cheeks turn bubble gum pink at your flirty questioning.

“Just for a few weeks, I don’t want to put them out too much you know? She’s got a full house over there with everyone back,” you catch a hint of sadness in his mellow voice. He missed his best friend, that was more than evident. The thought of only seeing Eddie a few weeks out of the year sounded miserable.

“So you and Jonathan huh? How’d that even happen?” The difference in their personalities was astounding, but even you had to admit that Byers came back from California a little more relaxed. Meeting Argyle you’re starting to figure out why.

“Ahh yeah, dudes was like having a total meltdown at school one day about some stuff with Nancy, I felt bad you know, he looked like someone kicked his dog.” Glancing over at his friend he laughs at the memory.

“So I just showed him the ways of Purple Palm Tree delight and the rest was history.” Smirking proudly when he looks at you, his eyes briefly drift towards your lips curled up into their own grin.

“Finally! Someone got Byers to chill out!” Your praise is loud enough to get a side eye from Jonathan and a laugh from his cute friend.

“It’s super nice of you to come all this way to visit Argyle, I hope you make the most of your time here,” sweetness drips from your words making his eyes grow as big as saucers when he catches the slight invitation hidden inside them.

Jonathan finally speaks loud enough for the whole room to hear, snapping your attention away from the pretty stoner boy.

“Are you guys going to the party at Rick’s tonight?” shoving the bag of weed he just bought in his back pocket, his beady eyes dart between you and Eddie.

Argyle’s still in his own world and Eddie’s got a front row seat to his completely smitten gaze dead set on your face. Despite being annoyed with you all afternoon, you’d always been a good wingman when he needed it. Lips pulling up in a mischievous smirk he wiggles his eyebrows at you before answering.

“We are!”flipping the lid to his lunch box shut with obnoxious force, you’re truly shocked he hasn’t broken it yet with his need for dramatic flair.

The sound of metal clanking loudly snaps Argyle out of whatever lovesick daze you already had him in from just from batting your lashes and showing a little interest. His eyes connect with Eddie's, a sheepish look taking over his face from being caught openly gawking.

“We are? what part-“ Eddie glares at you before cutting you off.

“The party I was literally just telling you about before they got here,” he looks pointedly at the boy shuffling his feet next to you.

Argyle’s eyes stay fixated on the dirty carpeted floor doing his best not to stare, completely oblivious to the way Eddie was trying to help him out, not scold him.

Glancing over at the cowering boy, it’s like a light bulb flashes on top of your head when you realize Eddie was trying to help you get laid.

“Ohhh that party! Sorry, stoner memory you know?” bumping your shoulder with his, your lips twist up in a grin when the chocolate of his eyes meet yours, “Totally going”

The look on Argyle’s face is hard to read as a mixture of excitement and fear cross over his features at the same time. Shifting uneasily, he keeps looking at Eddie from the corner of his eye but he can’t stop the smile that slowly spreads across his soft lips, big pearly whites flashing at you.

“C-cool, I’ll totally see you there,” coughing as he scratches the back of his neck before quickly turning his attention to Eddie, “And uhh- you too man, I’ll uh see you there too!” the last part comes out loud enough to be a yell, his nerves making his voice shake.

“Uhhh, yeah man. For sure,” Eddie’s tone is laced with confusion, eyebrows raised in question as he looks at Argyle like he’s growing a second head.

Jonathan looks at his friend with wide eyes, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment from his outburst. Shaking his head, he stands up with a pat on his thighs - giving the universal gesture for ‘it’s time to go’

“Alright, well this got awkward. I think we’re gonna head out, we’ll see you guys tonight,” beckoning his friend to follow him towards the front door, he steals one last look at you before almost tripping over his own feet following Jonathan, flashing you a lopsided grin.

Shutting the door behind them Eddie turns to you with a smirk that you want to smack off his face.

“Look if that’s what you’re into -“ you throw a stray Readers Digest at Eddie before he has a chance to finish teasing you.

“Oh? Would you like him more in a pleated skirt waving some Pom Pom’s for Jason and his goons?” jumping off the counter you go for the jugular, your smirk growing when you get the same hard glare from earlier in his room.

“Listen, Caspian likes who he likes. I’m just the guy behind the wheel,” hands raised in mock defense, you snort rolling your eyes walking away with crossed arms.

“Eddie, your dick isn’t the Prince of fucking Narnia,” his boisterous laugh booms over the music and your glad he can’t see the way your lips twitch up at his antics, butterflies making their way inside your stomach at the thought of seeing Argyle’s goofy smile again again.

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You’ve always hated parties, especially Reefer Rick parties. Messy and way too loud, it wasn’t just the usual crowd at Harrington's, dodging leering stares around every corner, you cling to Eddie’s arm as a deterrent.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing that skirt to Rick’s,” laughing at the permanent look of disgust that was stuck on your face as the two of you weave through the crowd, you turn your head up to stick your tongue out.

“You’re gonna give that poor kid a heart attack,” Eddie shakes his head when he sees the Cheshire smile that takes over your face as you approach the makeshift drink station, “Death by bone - Byers!”

Eddie’s outburst makes you jump when your eyes meet Argyle’s from over the keg on the dining room table, the stoned grin on his face faltering when he sees your arm wrapped tightly around Eddie’s. Big brown eyes only grow bigger when he gets a glimpse of the expanse of your legs and another thin tank top covering your chest like earlier, leaving little for his imagination.

The rosy color comes back to his cheeks when you let go of Eddie as you approach with a smile that seemed to be reserved just for him pretty on your glossed lips.

“Hey Argyle,” breathy and smitten, your own cheeks heat up when the corner of his mouth turns up, lopsided just how you like.

“Hey - wow, you look - wow - yeah you look gorgeful,” stumbling over his words, Jonathan looks exasperated with his best friend already, “I mean gorgeous, err — um beautiful.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows in a greeting at you before taking a sip from his red solo cup, doing his best to ignore the stuttering mess next to him as he greets Eddie with their dude shake.

Argyle catches Eddie’s passive stare and it only seems to make him more nervous.

“Hey man, you look, you look uhh great too!” stammering a little less, his voice raises a few octaves borderline yelling just like in the living room earlier.

“Careful Argyle, keep smooth talking me like this and I’m gonna think you want me and not my friend here,” Eddie winks with a dimpled grin spread wide across his face before he scopes out the scene of the party. Zeroing in on a home base on the couch in the living room that sat miraculously unoccupied.

“Think I’m gonna post up, you know what they say ‘When in Rome’,” he gestures with his head to the spot to Jonathan, “Wanna join? I got a joint with our name on it.”

“Isn’t Rick gonna get pissed at you for selling at his house?” finally tearing your eyes away from Argyle who’s openly gaping at Eddie, you look up at your best friend.

“Pffft, please. It’s not like he’s not going to see the fruits of my labor, it’s fine, trust me. He’s probably already plastered and passed out on his waterbed anyway,” shrugging off your concern he looks at Jonathan expectantly.

“You good with that buddy?” clapping a hand on his friend's back, Argyle’s brown eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie, repeating the words “my friend” like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Yeah, he’ll protect me from all the creeps won’t you,” grabbing his hand, the heat of his palm is an instant comfort against yours. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you look up at him from under your lashes. His cheeks turn the color of cherry blossoms when he finally meets your stare, squeezing your hand gently, he looks back at the two boys finding his nerve.

“Yeah I’ll protect this pretty little princess with my life man,” saluting your best friend, Eddie raises his eyebrows seemingly unimpressed before turning back to Jonathan.

“Ready?” ignoring Argyle’s pledge you snort at Eddie’s casual bitchiness.

“Yeah, let's go. Look, be cool man, don’t take anything anyone here offers you, got it? I’m not taking care of you again like that time you ate the mushrooms you found in the woods,” Jonathan looks a lot like the guy you’d always known talking to his friend like he would his little brother with a finger pointed in Argyle’s face.

“There'll be no mushroom consumption on my watch, Byers,” mocking Argyle’s salute, your antics earn an eye roll from Eddie knowing damn well if the offer was given to both of you, you’d fold.

“Alright! You kiddos, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Eddie grabs Jonathan by the shoulders aggressive enough to have his beer slosh over the lid and you were almost positive that annoyed scowl would be stuck on his face all night.

Watching them till they both got lost in the crowd of bodies, you and Argyle finally dare to face each other. The air between you thickening now that you were alone, and he was still very much holding your hand.

“Do-“

“How-“

It was like a cheap rom com the way you both went to talk at the same time, cheeks heating up as you both look at the ground, a new shyness taking over. Squeezing his hand you encourage him.

“You first,” soft and sweet, you swear you his pupils dilate from the way you look at him.

Argyle gets the same expression on his face Eddie does when he’s forced to talk to Chrissy when she comes to buy weed for her friends. He was silently hyping himself up. Straightening his shoulders he clears his throat before the smile that made your stomach do flips graces his kissable lips.

“Can I get the pretty lady a beveregino?”

A stumbling drunk someone knocks into you before you have a chance to give an answer. Flying into his chest he lets go of your hand to grab at your hips, helping you regain your balance. The slurred apology falls on deaf ears when you and Argyle lock eyes from this close, chest to chest his fingers dig into you just enough to notice.

“I’m not much of a drinker, more of a stoner. Wanna go by the lake? I stole a joint from Eddie before we left,” grinning with pride at your sticky fingers, his lips twitch up, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Woman after my own heart, hell yeah! Let's blow this popsicle stand,” turning you around he keeps his hands on your hips, lips coming close to your ear from behind, “Lead the way my weed smoking goddess”

Goosebumps rise, dancing across your skin at the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your neck as you lead him through the crowd. His hands never leave their spot from your hips, their grip tightening as you get closer to the sliding glass door that takes you out to Rick’s backyard.

Stepping onto the wooden deck he finally lets you go, there’s just a few stragglers outside smoking cigarettes too lost in their own conversation to notice the two of you. The air has lost most of its humidity, leaving the night in a post heatwave glow. The stars gleam bright next to the moon in the clear night sky, reflecting off the water it lights your way as you walk hand in hand down to the lake. Stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye the whole way down, you catch him doing the same thing, both of you giggling every time your eyes meet.

Finding a place nestled next to Rick’s boat house, you were far enough from the party for the loud music and constant chattering to seem like a faint noise in the background. The laps of the water hitting the shore take center stage as you curl your legs under your thighs when you sit like the princess he claimed you to be on the plush grass.

His knee brushes yours when he plops down Indian style next to you, his curious eyes follow yours as you look down at your exposed cleavage. Digging into your bra you pull a perfectly rolled joint with a smug smirk on your face, twirling it around in your dainty fingers he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“I thought chicks only did that in movies, that’s some secret spy shit,.” the smile he gives you makes you want to squirm, “Crafty and beautiful.”

Not used to the kind of confidence he was giving you alone like this, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile as you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Please, Eddie’s just oblivious,” scoffing, your face feels like the hottest part of the day from words that were sweeter than the ice cream cone you had earlier at Benny’s.

“I think it’s a little bit of both,” winking as he leans back, eyes watching you the way every woman dreams of as you search for a lighter.

“I think Eddie still has the lighter,” the cute pout that pulls at your bottom lip has his fingers twitching.

Holding up his index finger he starts digging through his multicolored jogger pockets.

“No need to worry, I’ve got us covered beautiful,” pulling out a bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza one, he hands it to you with a lazy lopsided grin.

“My hero,” leaning forward as you snatch it, you dare to press a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude.

His eyes go wide enough to see the whites behind them and that perfect kind of smile that pushes against his cheeks is almost brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

Scooting closer when you flick the lighter, the breeze that washes over the lake has other plans when it keeps snuffing the flame out. After the third failed attempt Argyle scoots closer, shoulders and thighs touching his big hands cover yours as a shield.

“Thank you,” daring to look at him from this close, his eyes meet yours almost instantly, catching the way they flutter down to your lips and how he has to wet his own after.

Tearing your gaze away, you focus on lighting the joint, the flame catching almost instantly with his help. Twirling it around so it burns even, he lets his hands fall at the same time as you. The palm of yours landing on the top of his, your eyes meeting again as you hollow out your cheeks taking the first hit. He just smirks, not moving an inch, the heat of his body is warm against your skin from this close.

The silence is comfortable as the two of you pass the joint back and forth for a while, fingers brushing purposefully with every hand off. Leaning completely against each other with pinkies hooked between you, he’s the one that breaks the silence when you hit the middle of the joint.

“So have you lived here your whole life?” plucking at the grass next to him he looks up at you with soft eyes as you finish filling your lungs.

“Yep, pretty much. My parents lived in Indianapolis till I was three then moved here for a quieter life,” snorting at the cliche of it, you pass him the joint, “What about you? Always been in California?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. She’s like the best ever though, so, you know I don’t really need anyone else but her,” taking a big hit of the joint so he didn’t have to elaborate further, you changed the subject.

“Would you ever leave? Like, move somewhere else?” it’s your turn to pick at the grass, the nerves of getting to know a boy getting the best of you.

“What? Like here?” smirking at you when he hands you the joint, your cheeks heat up at what he’s implying.

“No! Don’t move to Hawkins, there’s nothing here,” smiling around the end of the joint you take a hit to distract yourself from his playful stare.

“I don’t know, it seems pretty cool to me so far,” you don’t miss the way his pinky squeezes yours after the sentence leaves his mouth, eyes looking at you pointedly daring you to catch on.

“You wouldn’t survive the winters, I’m sure of it,” looking at him from under the hood of your lashes, your teeth tug at your bottom lip barely hiding your smile when you hand him back the joint.

“What about you? Do you wanna move?” his eyes glaze over when he takes his hit starting to reach the end of it, your bodies buzzing with the high and the excitement of a new crush.

“More than anything, Community College is just really cheap out here and I don’t know what I want to do yet, so the plan is to move anywhere that's not here after I figure that out,” sighing at the thought of finally leaving Hawkins you meet his gaze when you feel the chocolate of his eyes on you.

“I’m going to Community College too! And I also don’t know what I’m doing! Look at us two peas in a pod man,” he’s loud with excitement sending you into a fit of giggles and you lean even deeper into his side as he hands you the joint.

“Just need Eddie hurry it up, he finally graduated but he still has to take two summer school classes. We’re supposed to do this college thing together,” he catches the small frustrated pout you try to hide.

It’s quiet for a minute, the elephant in the room coming back as the sound of the water and crickets fill your ears.

“So you and Eddie like never..?” not bold enough to meet your side eye after the question leaves his mouth, you smirk as you take another rip. Exhaling slowly before handing it back to him.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids so naturally, we tried kissing once. It happened the summer before Junior year,” sticking your tongue out like there was a bad taste in your mouth, the memory makes you shudder, “Too weird, we’re too close.”

Argyle just nods trying to keep his poker face as he takes a hit when he hears that Eddie has actually kissed you before, but you catch on quick.

“Besides, despite the metal appearance,” leaning closer like you were about to indulge in a secret you whisper, “He likes cheerleaders.”

Earning a snort from him the smoke of his inhale flows freely out his nose and mouth as he chuckles at your antics.

“And I like pizza delivery boys, especially cute ones from California,” the weed settles enough to make you feel bold and you watch him freeze at your flirty words.

He slowly meets your gaze, bloodshot eyes scanning your face for any trace of humor but he’s only met with the hungry look in yours staring at his lips, and he swears your brows furrow with want when your tongue glides across wetting your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” his voice cracks when he puts out the remainder of the joint into the ground, angling his body more towards yours.

Nodding, you squeeze your hooked pinky with his silently begging him to give you what you want.

Taking your cue, he leans forward close enough for your noses to touch, the hesitation to fully commit has your lips brushing feather light against his. You can taste the last of the joint as you breath each other in, grabbing a fist full of his shirt when you’ve finally had enough, you close the gap with a satisfied hum when they mold instantly with yours.

It feels like the Fourth of July behind your closed lids, still a month away but the fireworks you swear you feel blur your vision when you lose yourself in him. Begging for more when your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he groans low when he gives you everything you want. Tongues and teeth clash together desperate like years of pining finally come to an end despite it being less than a day, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was him, but it feels like it’s everything you want and more.

The initial intensity dwindles as you start to move lazy and slow against each other. Taking his time, he savors every giggle and gasp he pulls from you. Your hands find their way into his long hair, it’s even softer than you imagined when your fingers run through it. His hat falls off when you give it a gentle tug at the base of his neck.

Working up enough courage to pull you on his lap, he swallows your moan when you feel the bulge in his pants. The lace panties you wore just for him and the thin material of his joggers is the only thing between you and what’s underneath. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips with his hands and you can’t help it when you rock against him, feeling every inch of him against your clit.

Pulling you down closer, his lips take a break from yours to make their way over your jaw and down the curve of your neck. Nipping and sucking against all the sweet spots that sit nestled just behind your ear. A high pitched whine escapes you when he applies just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, smiling against your skin, his nose nudges against your earlobe, a soft “Yeah?” sending your nerves down your spine.

His hands make their way to your thighs squeezing at the soft fat before his fingertips drag their way across the expanse of them finding their new home at the curve of your ass. Toying with the sides of your underwear you collect his lips again with your fingers holding onto his chin.

Rocking with a little more force when your tongues meet again, his hands grip you harder making you bite his lip in response.

“You- you can touch me,” your voice is quiet when you dare to say the words out loud, his lips stopping abruptly against yours.

“A-are you sure?” his eyes look black even in the moonlight when they meet yours from over the bridge of your nose.

Nodding against him, you encourage his hand as your lips meet his again, pulling your panties to the side he groans loud into your mouth when he’s met with your slick folds coating his fingertips.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re real,” staring up at you, he’s mesmerized at the way you shudder when the pads of his long fingers rub circles on your clit.

Mewling when he lets the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally pushes one in, your velvet walls gripping him hard, pulling him deeper. His hips jut up at the sensation only adding to how good it all feels.

“G- god Argyle don’t - don’t stop please,” your demand comes out as a whine when he adds a second finger, curving them slightly brushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“I like that, I like when you say my name like that,” the pad of his thumb meets your bundle of nerves as you start to shamelessly ride his hand, the need to cum taking over all the bashfulness from before.

“Yeah?”

Nodding against the side of your face he nips at your jaw before taking your lips, the strokes of his fingers becoming more deliberate.

He manages to say, “Do it again” between kisses as he curves his fingers once more, getting him exactly what he asked for.

Kisses turn sloppy as you get closer to your release, your hands leave their place on his shoulders to dig at the roots at the nape of his neck, tugging the way that earned you a moan the last time.

He increases the speed of his fingers, the sound of how wet you are is loud enough to be embarrassing but it only makes him twitch inside his pants as he thrusts up, your mouth falling open against his.

“I’m gonna - god - I’m gonna cum,” pulling his hair hard enough it should hurt, he only pushes himself deeper in response, the new intensity sending you over the edge.

“Yeah? Good, come on let me feel it,” his voice is hardly recognizable the moment those words come out of your mouth. Deep and thick with want, it has your thighs shaking as you drench his fingers, face buried in the crook of his neck you let your orgasm wash over you like a storm.

“Jesus, you look like an angel right now,” his voice comes out like a whisper, almost like he’s saying it to himself.

His hips stop their movements as his fingers slow their pace when he feels your body start to calm down, pulling them out despite the fight of your walls they keep fluttering around nothing from the aftershock.

Your gasp is quiet against his skin when you don’t feel so full anymore. You’re too stoned and too tired to open your eyes when you hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean.

“You’re sweeter than fucking pineapple, I swear,” chuckling at his own revelation your lips tug up into a smirk finally having the strength to meet his gaze.

“You like pineapple?” you had no idea the question would elicit such a strong response until his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Do I like pineapple? Do I like -“ Jonathan’s panicked voice rings out over the lake interrupting the out of body experience Argyle was about to have about fruit.

“Come on guys, Rick kicked Eddie out for selling at his party!”

[plus-size-reader]

Dating Argyle HC

~This boy knows you better than you know yourself, and better than he knows himself at the same time

~Snuggly like a teddy bear

~Absolutely the sweetest little stoner, who is simultaneously the best boyfriend ever, and your closest friend

~Calls you “bro” almost exclusively

~Though, you’ll also been “man” “my guy” and “dude”

~In fact, I firmly believe Argyle only uses your name when he’s upset with you, or introducing you to other people, and that’s all

~Not that he ever really gets UPSET upset

~My favorite Argyle trait is his general chill demeanor, and the fact that I don’t think he’d ever really be able to yell at you, or get super angry

~Like, he’d get frustrated and huff and puff, but he’d never get angry, y’know?

~Smoking with him, or at least, always smelling like you do…even if you don’t

~Knows all your favorite songs, and would probably absently hum them without even meaning to, all day every day

~Isn’t necessarily touchy feely in the traditional way

~Argyle is constantly near you or touching you, but it isn’t on purpose, or a conscious choice. He sort of just shares your personal space without even meaning to

~That means, bumping into you when you’re walking side by side, breathing down your neck and stepping on your shoes

~Talking for one another, or accidentally finishing each other's sentences

~He loves so authentically, and so fully

~Would constantly ask if you’re okay, or if you need anything, especially when he’s high and even more hyperfocused on you

~Argyle is a never ending snack machine

~He’s the mom friend, for sure, with sneaky compartments and stashes of chips and candy hidden in the van

~Is a Golden Retriever bf 100%

~Loves to surprise you in all ways

~It doesn’t matter if that means picking up that book you’ve been talking about all week or showing up where you work with a coffee, he’ll do it

~He’s always prepared to drop what he’s doing to come see you, just because it’s been an hour or two and he misses you

~Remembers everything. Whether it be that dentist appointment you keep forgetting to write down or the anniversary of your first real date, he can keep track of it, even if you can’t.

~He also has a wealth of knowledge surrounding things you’ve told him, or things you like, even if he may not have learned it on his own.

~Calls you from work sometimes just to check in…and has definitely gotten in trouble for it once or twice

~Loves to hug you from behind so that he can rest his head on your shoulder, no matter how far down he has to lean

~I believe with every ounce of my soul that Argyle is a permanent plus one, and everywhere you go, he goes and vice versa. That’s just the way it is.

~They might as well hire you at Surfer Boy considering how much time you spend there during the day or riding along in the van

~Would, has and would again date a fat girl. You will NOT convince me otherwise

[billyslittledolly]

Videotapes (A)

Warning(s); smut!! 18+ only!! Male Masturbation, voyeurism, slight sub argyle, talk of teeth brushing, some fluff.

Pairing(s); Argyle x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; your boyfriend sends you something special after not seeing you.

A/n; there’s no mentions to readers gender however I wrote for Fem! Reader so this is open for gn readers as well! This is a modern au!!

Might write a part 2 if it’s wanted!!

You missed your boyfriend. Terribly, horribly, earth shatteringly, missed him. You just couldn’t ignore your family’s dinner though and the rule is no phones regardless of who. You hadn’t even been gone 6 days and you missed him.

Your family’s yearly vacation came around but since they don’t like argyle they refused to pay for him come. Even with you working extra hours you couldn’t save enough to pay for him too, so here you are, on a beach in Italy, without your boyfriend.

You knew argyle was upset that you couldn’t talk to him, or that he couldn’t come. You just weren’t expecting him to send you a video.

You waited until you were back in your house,inside your room,away from your parents, to play it. Coming from argyle you already knew it was gonna be something stupid.

You watched as your boyfriends thick shirt covered chest came into veiw as he was complaining about his computer. “I unplugged my PC by accident, just a sec!” He spoke as if you were really in the phone.

Finally, your boyfriends pretty face came onto screen and he smiled positioning his phone on his desk so he could sit back on the edge of his bed. You could see practically his whole body just past his knees.

Argyle rambled for a few minutes before getting to his point. “I take offense to the fact that you chose to leave me for some crappy dinner with your family by the way.” He sat back a little further. “Your loving, devoted, handsome boyfriend hasn’t seen you in almost a week you know.” He went on to talk about how he missed you and your body making your cheeks flush.

You sat your phone on your bed stand while you stepped into the en-suite bathroom. “I miss you being in control” you tied your hair up preparing to clean your face. “The night before you left I was more,….,dominate” you washed off the soap and got your toothbrush ready unintentionally tuning out argyles video.

“Ah…shit” he groaned and it caused you to choke on your toothpaste spitting the bubbly white liquid out. You must’ve misheard it, “I miss you so,…,mmn,…,so much.” You quickly washed your mouth clean and rushed to pick up your phone.

On screen was argyle furiously fisting his cock, it was red and leaking. It looked almost painful. Argyle had mentioned on the phone he hadn’t been able to get off without you because of work and school. You had no idea he was so pent up, poor baby. Your heart hurt almost seeing him so needy for you.

The hurt was quickly replaced with arousal as his moans turned into needy, desperate whines. “I-if you were here you’d be r-riding me and telling me-…calling me a good boy” he whimpered out.

Argyle’s hips jumped up into his fist “can still feel your pussy dripping around me….want it so bad.” His eyes closed and he leans his head back, hair falling off his shoulder. He starts to chant your name over and over while his fist only picks up speed. “Fuck I miss you…can’t wait for you to be back!” He gasps out.

Argyle let’s out a loud whine as white ropes start to coat his hand and stain his black shirt. Once he’s calmed back down he chuckles “wanted to give you a gift,miss you.” and the screen goes black.

You huff, your cheeks now red, your underwear now wet,and your want to ditch your family and go back home that much stronger.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

idk if u take anon requests, but if you do, would u be willing to do an argyle x byers!reader with either the prompt “Size difference hug; they engulf you.”, or "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

thank u!!

YEEEES! 🥰🥰🥰 OMG I love this so much!

Warnings: getting high with Argyle Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Thing😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Shirts & Hugs

Ever since you were little, you had always been a good listener. It probably started when you heard your parents arguing after you and your brothers went to bed. Which is why Jonathan always made you listen to some music before you went to sleep. And you usually did. But some nights, you felt a small voice in your head that told you not to. That you needed to be awake and listen to something that was going to happen. Like tonight. Which is why you heard every single thing going on outside your room. You heard the phone ringing in the middle of the night. You heard Jonathan going to your mother and asking if Argyle could spend the night. You heard his very loud van approaching your house and the very loud boy entering your house. You heard Jonathan telling him that he could stay in the basement and then you heard the door next to your room closing. Which meant Jonathan was back. And Argyle was downstairs. You slowly got out of bed and quietly stepped out of your room and into the basement. 

“Dude, I said I’m fine-” Argyle stopped when he saw it was you instead of Jonathan coming down the stairs. You saw him sitting on the pullout sofa Jonathan had set up for him, smoking a joint. “Oh, hey, sunshine” he smiled a little. “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“Well, I heard Jonathan ask my mom if you could spend the night and I knew that meant you had a bad day” you said, walking closer to him. 

“Is that my shirt?” 

"You mean our shirt?" you asked, looking down at your shirt before sitting down next to him and grabbing the joint from his hand as he let out a small laugh. 

“Shit, how do you always do that?” he asked, smiling at you. 

“Do what?” you asked, confused, letting out the smoke. 

“I just definitely had one of the worst days I’ve had in my life and I was in the shittiest mood and you just come in here and make me smile?” 

“Well, that’s my job, love” you smiled, returning the joint to him and kissing his cheek. “You wanna talk about it?” you asked, placing a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“It was just… a horrible day” he sighed, throwing himself on the bed.  “I was late for work so my stupid boss put me in front at the register” he started, taking another hit. “And there were so many stupid guys from school ordering this insane ingredients on their pizzas-”

“Like pineapple?”

“Pineapple on pizza is heavenly, and you know it sunshine” he glared a little at you. “Anyways they made a huge mess and I had to clean it up. Then I got home and my stupid Math test came out of my stupid bag and my mom saw that I had an F so she started yelling at me and then my dad started yelling at me and I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want to be there anymore” he said, grabbing your hand and he started playing with it. “He said I was stupid…”

“You’re not stupid” you told him. 

“Maybe I am” he said, sitting up again, and getting upset once more. 

“No, you’re not. Look at me” you said, cupping his cheek with your and making you look at him. “Argyle, you’re not stupid” you repeated.

“You’re just saying that because you like me” he frowned. 

“That’s not true. You’re one of the smartest people I know” you insisted. “We both know that you sometimes just need to focus a little more. And you’re smart in a lot of different creative and original ways” you insisted. 

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do” you said, giving him a peck on the lips. 

“Could you… maybe help me study so I don’t flunk out this year and I can at least move out of my horrible house?” he asked, making you smile sweetly back at him. 

“I’d love to” you said, kissing his cheek. 

“Does your brother know you’re here?” 

“Which one?” you smirked, making him glare a little at you. “No, Jonathan doesn’t know I’m here” you assured him as he finished the last of his joint. “You know he’s gonna find out somehow, right?”

“I know” he said, letting out the smoke. “I just… kinda wanna figure out how to tell him without him killing me” he told you. 

“Jonathan wouldn’t kill you” you rolled your eyes. “He can’t even fight” you said.

“You said he fought that kid from back home. Steve?”

“Yeah, that’s only because Steve is worse than Jonathan” you told him. “Which is not easy to do” you smiled. “I think Will knows” you said after a while. 

“Really? Did he say anything to you?”

“No. He just mentioned that… I’ve seem… happier lately” you informed him. 

“Oh, you’ve been happier lately, Byers?” 

“A bit” you shrugged. 

“Any particular reason why?” he asked, getting closer to you. 

“Well, I just happen to have the best boyfriend ever” you smiled, making him smile as well before he pulled you closer and kissed you. When you pulled away, you wrapped your arms around him, as much as you could. 

“What are you doing?” he chuckled. 

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m hugging you” you said as if it was obvious. 

“Sunshine, you look like a tiny koala, wrapping his tiny paws around a tree” he laughed. 

“No, I don’t!” you argued. “You always hug me when I don’t feel good, so I want to do the same for you!” you pouted. 

“As adorable as that is” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to engulf you in his huge hugs. “I like it way better like this” he said, kissing you. 

“It’s not fair! I’m supposed to be making you feel better” you frowned. 

“Sweetheart, you did that the minute you stepped in here” he assured you, kissing your nose. “I love you” he smiled. 

“I love you too” you smiled, giving in and resting your head on his chest. 

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

[wroteclassicaly]

I’m having my first solid Argyle thought…

Laying in bed with him after he gave you mind blowing head and you pulled his hair into knots from how hard you held on. Your hand on his chest, his fingers tickling down your naked back, passing his special palm tree delight back and forth with you. He’s content, leaning his head into a tilt to ask you, “You good, my girl? Wasn’t too much, was it?”

[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.

-

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.

[rhetoric-86]

The Reluctant Chaperone

(Credit to whoever made this lovely gif cause it isn’t mine❤️)

There isn’t nearly enough love for Argyle on this app so, I took matters into my own hands.

When Nancy bails on accompanying Mike to California, the middle Wheeler child is reluctantly sent in her place. Maybe the trip will still be worth her while.

Pairing: Argyle X Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (male and female receiving), graphic descriptions of sexual content, drug use (marijuana)

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The plane started its descent, the change in pressure causing your sense of fight or flight to kick in. White knuckle gripping the seat your eyes are drawn down to where your brother keeps bumping into your leg as he nervously taps his foot.

"Knock it off Mike!" you say through gritted teeth and he mumbles an apology.

You're unsure if his nerves come from the landing or from the fact that he's about to see El for the first time in months. You want to cut him some slack but you're already so angry you have to be here in the first place. In your mind you have better things to do back in Hawkins than chaperoning your brother on a weeklong date.

A Thump as the wheels hit the runway and another pressure shift as the speed decreases. You're done for now, thank God.

Passengers get up, busily go about grabbing their bags from the overhead and you and Mike are moving before long.

As you exit the terminal you hear a shout of Mike's name and El is excitedly approaching, he greets her with flowers in hand and you look back to the rest of your welcome party.

Jonathan stands near Will and beside him is someone you don't recognize. Tall, attractive, well dressed...Jonathan must have made a new friend here.

The new guy has his eyes locked on you and elbows Jonathan who looks up hopefully and immediately frowns. Ah. New guy thought you were Nancy. You suddenly feel very awkward in your own skin. That is, until you approach the group and the new guy immediately checks the tag on Mike's shirt and informs him hes wearing a "knock off" and you can't help but laugh.

Jonathan greets you with a half hearted, one armed hug and you return the favor.

"Hey, Jonathan."

"Hey...didn't expect to see you here."

"Well...Nance is busy and mom wouldn't let Mike go alone." you shrug. Will greets you with a large hug and you almost lift him off the floor, ruffling his hair as you put him back. Even though he's now grown taller than you, he will always be your little brother in your eyes. He and Mike used to be a real package deal, after all.

You glance over at Jonathan's friend and find him already looking at you with a goofy smile.

"Whose this?" you ask.

Before anyone can answer he embraces you in a hug as if he had known you and been expecting you. He was so much larger than you in stature, the hug was consuming and yet so comforting, you couldn't help but relax into it and embrace him back.

"This is Argyle." Jonathan shrugs.

"Hey!" Argyle nods at you. "I've heard a lot about your sister but Jonathan never told me there was another Wheeler babe."

You smirk at this. "He probably never noticed I was even there...he was too busy trying to weasel Nancy away from the most popular guy in our school."

"No shit?" Argyle looked at Jonathan with an appreciative nod. "Didn't realize you were a legend, bro."

Jonathan's cheeks blushed immediately and he clapped his hands together.

"Alright, let's get out of here then, yeah?"

The ride back to the Byers home was full of awkward tension. Mike and El were cuddled in the back of the van as she gushed about how wonderful school had been and now many new friends she had made. You were seated next to Will, who kept staring out of his window as if he were plunged into the worst existential crisis of his young life. The air between him and Mike felt very off. Jonathan was in the front, looking at Argyle with glazed over eyes and asking why "Parkways are for driving but driveways are for parking. That's weird right?"

Argyle didn't seem to be listening, what he was doing though was glancing into his rearview mirror, looking at you.

You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks and averted your eyes.

The van, a flamboyantly colored pizza delivery truck, rolled to a stop in front of their house and Will immediately got out, leaving everyone behind as he entered the front door.

"What's up with him?" you asked but Jonathan just shook his head.

"He was fine this morning."

El had insisted on taking the boys to her "favorite place" , a roller rink in town.

You had the choice between joining Jonathan and Argyle for the evening, chaperoning the kids or locking yourself in the Byers guest room with a book. You honestly considered the book until you locked eyes with Argyle, again already watching you, and he insisted you let him show you around. There are worse ways to spend an evening than with a sweet, attentive stranger...and Jonathan. You agreed to go with them to drop the kids off.

However, once you had the van to yourselves, you considered whether you had made a mistake. Jonathan immediately began asking you a tangent of questions about Nancy. How many times could you dodge a real answer before you would ultimately have to relent that you felt like she didn't come for the simple reason that maybe she didn't want to?

As if he could sense your discomfort, Argyle pulled off onto a dusty road and brought the van to a stop.

"Jonathan, man, maybe we should do something else right? I know exactly what this evening needs, Senorita." he turned back to smile at you from the driver's seat, producing a pungent joint from his shirt pocket.

"A little purple palm tree delight will make you forget all about your long distance love, dude, and let us enjoy present company, yeah?"

He fixed Jonathan with a surprisingly serious look and Jonathan relented, taking the joint from Argyle's hand and sparking a light.

Before long you were all laughing in the hot boxed van.

Argyle and Jonathan climbed out and you all opened the back doors of the van, sitting with your legs hanging out, looking up at the setting sun. You were positioned between them, lightly pressed into the warmth of Argyle's arm, listening to him tell the story of how they had met and become friends. They both had detention and ended up smoking under the bleachers after.

"The rest was history..." Argyle concluded, turning his head and smiling down at the contact where your bodies touched.

"Me and Nancy are probably history." Jonathan added, immediately making you cringe.

"Yeah probably, man." Argyle nodded, completely oblivious to the fact that normally you would try to lie or comfort a friend in that situation. "Your loss is kinda my gain though, there's no way this isn't the cooler sister."

You had been mid hit at this point and immediately began laughing so hard you almost choked to death on the smoke in your lungs.

"Dude" Jonathan scoffed at him. "You're an idiot man."

Argyle was patting your back with an amused look on his face and you glanced back at him with watering eyes, suddenly very aware.

"Hey." you sputtered. "Weren't we supposed to pick up the kids?"

You reached the roller rink and found a sea of chaos. There wasn't any more sense of normalcy at the Byers home, either for that matter.

Upon entering you immediately found Murray Bauman in the kitchen cooking dinner. Joyce was acting scattered and sort of frantic. El was vacant, Mike was on edge, Will seemed annoyed. You, Jonathan and Argyle were far too blazed to try and act cool. The absurdity of the entire situation made you bite your lip until it hurt in order to avoid laughing out loud during the painfully odd dinner conversation. Finally, El slammed in her chair and departed, obviously fighting with Mike over whatever happened at the rink. You decided this was the perfect time to make an escape as well.

"Hey!" you turned to Argyle and he met you, glazed eyes and a mouth full of risotto but somehow, still adorable.

"You wanted to show me around right? Offer still stand?"

He gulped down the bite of food in his mouth and widely smiled.

"Hell yeah!"

"Are you kidding me?" Mike objected, glaring at you from across the table. "Does this honestly seem like a good time?"

"Seems like the best time, Mike." you stood, pushing in your chair. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Thanks for dinner Murray! Good luck in uh...Alaska...Joyce!"

You hastily retreated and Argyle almost tripped over his own chair trying to go after you.

The front door slammed shut and Jonathan hazily glanced up from his plate.

"Hey… where did they go?"

Even with a head start you still couldn’t reach the van before Argyle.

He was laughing as he wrenched the passenger door open and waved his arm with a flourish.

“Watch your step, hermosa!”

You flushed, dipping your head so he wouldn’t see the affect he had on you.

He closed the door after you and rushed to the driver’s side, bringing the engine to life.

“Couldn’t get the fuck out of there fast enough.” you sighed.

“That vibe was weird, man.” he agreed. “Where do you think Joyce is actually going?”

If you hadn’t already smoked you probably would have given that more thought, more concern considering the things you had all seen but at this point, you couldn’t find a single concern in your cloudy brain.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked. “We can grab a slice where I work, or like, I can take you to the quarry where Jonathan and I go to break stuff and let off steam, or…”

For whatever reason, you felt emboldened in that moment and instead replied, “I don’t know…where do you live? We could uh…we could go there…”

His eyes widened, grip on the wheel tightened, he gulped.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah we could do that, it’s not far. My parents are like, never home, dude.”

“Cool!” You smiled, meeting his eye for a moment before he returned his gaze to the road. You were surprised to arrive at a gated community, houses larger than most you’d find in Hawkins. You glanced back at Argyle, taking him in, studying his soft features. If he came from money he certainly didn’t act like the rich kids back home. Not a bit of arrogance about him. He pulled into a gorgeous home, brick face and a chandelier hanging in a large window above the front door.

“Wow. Look at you!” You raised your eyebrows and cracked a smile at him. “What are you the heir to Surfer Boy Pizza?”

He shrugged. “I guess? My parents own it.”

“Oh. I was joking, but that’s cool.” You suddenly hated yourself for bringing it up. What if you had made him feel uncomfortable?

“That’s why I’m always driving this thing!” He laughed and patted the wheel. “Come on, Bonita! Wanna grab some drinks and smoke by the pool?”

“Hell yeah!” You nodded and climbed out of his passenger seat. As you met him in front of the van he reached out and took you by the hand, effortlessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The sudden contact made your senses buzz and you found yourself more aware of everything about him. The difference in height, how you needed to crane to meet his eye. His scent, a mix of sweet notes you struggled to identify, maybe vanilla? Accentuated by a note of spice and of course, the lingering scent of weed in his van and on his clothes. You thought maybe you could get used to California after all. You may need to be available any time Mike wanted to visit El…

Argyle led you through the front door, the foyer and into the kitchen where he released his hold on you only long enough to open his refrigerator and grab two bottles of beer. He went to a small drawer beside the fridge for a bottle opener and motioned toward the back sliding door.

The pool was large, beside it sat a hot tub large enough for two. Ample seating lined the patio. He lead you to an outdoor couch near the hot tub and placed the bottles down, patting the seat beside him.

As you took the bottle he opened for you and tentatively sipped you could feel him watching you again.

“Am I an asshole if I say I’m glad Nancy bailed?”

You smiled at him, “If you are than so am I because I’ve been thinking that all day!”

He beamed back at you.

“So what’s your deal?” You ask him, “you just hang out with Jonathan all of the time or is there a Surfer Girl that usually shares your pizza?”

He laughed and grinned at you. “Nah man! We wouldn’t be here if there was. Girls here are just…I don’t know man. They’re kind of all about themselves, you know?”

His response made you smile softly.

He pulled another joint from his pocket and held it outstretched, you leaned forward and he placed the filter to your lips, offering a light with his other hand. He studied your face, the way your cheeks hollowed, lips puckered when you took a pull and he bit his lower lip.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to finding an heiress to this pizza throne though, if you know anybody!”

You laughed, plucking the joint from your lips, and smoke billowing from your mouth and nose. He took the joint from you and inhaled deeply, reveling in the joy on your face.

“I might know someone!” you replied.

“Cool!” he nodded.

He leaned back and stretched his arm over the back of the couch, and he seemed so relaxed that you had to wonder if anything ever bothered him. He wasn’t trying to pressure you, he was content to just be there in the moment and you found that, found him to be so beautiful.

You took another hit and felt yourself relax back into the couch as well, turned to face him, back leaning against the arm of the couch and one leg up, resting over his knees. He delicately stroked his thumb over your exposed leg and the high made every touch feel like it vibrated through you, directly to your core.

His palm flattened on your calve and he risked running it up to your hip, watching your expression for any hesitation. When he found no resistance he scooted his body closer to yours and turned himself toward you, leaning in so close you could feel his breath fan across your skin. Anticipation killing you, you offered a small nod to let him know you were accepting whatever he had to offer and he didn’t hesitate to close the gap.

His full lips pressed softly to yours. His long hair gingerly fell, almost tickling you wherever it touched. You melted in to the kiss and parted your lips to accept his tongue. His body pressed you into the couch and you brought your hands to rest on his chest, slipping beneath the open button down shirt he wore and resting on his tshirt.

You could stay here forever. Wrapped in this sweet boy, warm California breeze kissing your skin beside this pool. You didn’t know if it had been five minutes or five hours, you were so lost in him, but eventually he broke the kiss to trail sweet pecks across your jaw. He nuzzled into your neck, licking and sucking from your clavicle to your earlobe. Your head was spinning, every sensation better than the last.

Hawkins boys were not like this.

He finally broke away and his deep brown eyes met yours, checking in.

“Holy shit.” he breathed.

“Holy shit.” you agreed.

You both giggled at that. You felt like a love sick mess. How did this happen in one day?

“You want to go swimming, Bonita?” he grinned.

“I don’t have a suit…”

“I can check if we have anything inside?” he offered, sitting up.

Whether it was the top tier weed or the desire to make the most out of the week you would have with Argyle you didn’t know but something made you lose whatever inhibitions you may have had. You scrambled out from under him and took a few steps backwards toward the pool. Holding his eye you grasped the bottom of your tshirt and lifted it over your head, throwing it at him.

His jaw went slack as he took in your figure, standing in your bra and undoing your jean shorts, shimmying them down your thick thighs. He could feel his mouth begin to water and quickly shook himself from his daze. He stood up and immediately followed suit, shrugging the button down from his shoulders and discarding his tshirt.

You beckoned him with your finger as you turned and ran the rest of the way to the pools edge.

He lost his jogger pants along the way and caught up with you, wrapping his strong arms around you and leaning down to capture your lips.

Lost in the feeling of his skin against yours you were defenseless to him as he scooped you into his arms and tossed you into the pool.

You sputtered coming up in the tepid water and scowled as he laughed at you.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” you shout.

“Oh? What are you going to do?” he jumped in, splashing you again in the process. He surfaced and you swam to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

“You didn’t even know if I could swim.” You scowled. “You think we have a lot of water in Indiana?”

“Come on Bonita I would have saved you if you were in trouble!” he whispered. His gaze was adoring. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at you this way. “I’d do anything for you!”

You flushed at that, unable to respond with anything but a kiss.

You wrapped your legs around him, taking the opportunity to feel him with no resistance. You could feel him starting to get hard beneath the thin fabric of his boxers and you moaned into his mouth as his hands found your ass, pulling you more flush against him.

You laced your fingers into his long locks and tugged, making him lift his chin and expose his neck to you. You latched on to his pulse point and began licking, sucking deep bruises into his gorgeous tanned skin.

He groaned into your ear, “eso se siente tan bien, nena.” and it filled you with confidence, you pulled him closer to you with your legs and ground your pussy against his hard bulge, reveling in the power you held over him.

His hands traveled from their place resting on your ass and caressed the expanse of your back. He stopped at the latch of your bra and asked “can I take this off?”

You stopped your ministrations on his neck long enough to choke out “yes”, your hands beginning to roam and explore him freely.

He guided your bra straps off of your arms and cupped your full breasts in his large hands, caressing and massaging your supple flesh. He pinched your perked nipple, eliciting a moan from you and then brought his hands up the side of your neck and into your hair, pulling your face from his neck and making you meet his gaze again.

“Do you want to take this to my room?”

You had been enjoying this time, weightless with him, exploring him, but ultimately you needed more. You nodded and he brought you closer to the wall of the pool, boosting you out. The two of you all but ran to his room, stopping a few times along the way to kiss, embrace, playfully chase each other.

When you got to his room you didn’t know what you had been expecting but this fit him. It was warm, inviting, slightly musky. You didn’t have time to fully take it in before he embraced you, lifting you by your ass and falling into his bed with you.

You tried to regain control but he could so easily overpower you if he wanted. He brought your wrists above your head and kissed you deeply before descending to your neck, sucking gently, kissing across your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin of your breast and then taking your peaked nipple into his mouth. He teased with his tongue and sucked harshly and you didn’t even know if the sounds coming from you were coherent. His name spilled from your lips as his large hand cupped your aching cunt through your panties and he softly rubbed you through the cotton.

You scratched at his back and shoulders and thrust yourself into his fingers.

He rutted into your thigh and released your breast, traveling further down your body and stopping just as he reached your panties. His hands slid down your sides and took the elastic between his fingers, shooting a hesitant look your way and only continuing when you nodded your approval. He slid your panties down your legs, lifting your right leg and pressing sweet kisses from your ankle, up to your knee, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh of your thigh.

Your heart raced in anticipation of him finally reaching the place you wanted him the most.

He let his finger glide over your folds, spreading your lips, already slick and waiting for him. He gathered your juices and traced them up to draw soft circles over your throbbing clit. You squirmed beneath him and grabbed a handful of his hair bringing him closer. His lips replaced his fingers and sucked your delicate bundle into his mouth. Light pressure, delicate laps of his wide tongue.

You were reeling. You felt as though your body could levitate off of his bed with the electricity he was generating in you. He continued his skilled assault on your clit and you felt his finger gliding through your folds again. He pressed it into your heat and you gasped at the sensation, the stretch. You gushed around him and he gasped into you, losing focus for a moment with the feel of you, warm, soft and so incredibly tight on his finger.

“Argyle” you pleaded and he looked up, smirking to see you propped up and staring back at him, fucked out and dazed. “Come here.” you beckoned.

He slipped his finger from you and leaned up, meeting your lips. You cupped his face delicately.

“Roll over.” you requested. He did as you asked and you climbed on top of him, grinding your wet, needy cunt into him and eliciting a soft moan of your name from his plush lips. You wasted no time grabbing his boxers and he lifted himself to help you get them off. His thick cock sprang out from its confines and you could feel your mouth water, overcome with the urge to taste him. You lowered yourself between his legs and looked up, holding his gaze as you delicately licked up the underside of his length, swirling your tongue over his head, through his slit and collecting the sweet, salty precum you found there. He cursed, and you braced yourself, focusing on your breathing as you tried to take more of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue over him again and then taking even more of his length as you descended down on him again. One hand held you up, digging in to the meat of his thigh and you brought the other up to gently fondle his balls as you took him in again, again, further, deeper.

He was reduced to a whimpering mess beneath you as you worked his throbbing cock. You knew he wouldn’t be long if you kept this up.

You leaned up, releasing his cock with a pop of suction and once more laced your fingers into his hair, tilting his head up for a searing kiss.

He brought his arms around you and pulled you flush to his chest. You relaxed your weight down on to him and could feel his cock press against your waiting cunt. You couldn’t wait any longer for him to fill you to the brim.

“Do you want to fuck me, Argyle?”

“Fuck…yes, yeah I do.” he panted through labored breaths.

“I’m on the pill.” you whispered, shifting slightly and causing him to slip through your folds and glide against your dripping cunt. “Is this ok?” you ask, grinding down and gasping as his tip breaches you.

He nods, cupping your jaw and cheek in one large hand and bringing you in to meet his lips as you sink down on his length.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths as he bottomed out. You had never felt so full in your life. After a moment to adjust you began to grind yourself into him, his thick shaft stretching you. You bounced on his gorgeous cock and quickly found a rhythm with him bucking up to meet you. Pressure built in your core with each movement. His greedy hands exploring your body.

“Fuck, look at you hermosa. Taking me so well, it’s like that pussy was made for me.”

You clench around him with every word that falls from his beautiful lips and you lean back, bracing yourself on his thighs while his hands find your breasts again.

You’re close, you’re so close and you know he is too. The pressure builds in you until you break, toppling over the edge. You seize around his cock in waves of blinding pleasure, which in turn send him reeling and each clench of your cunt milks him dry.

You collapse on top of him a sweaty, panting mess. Your combined release slowly dripping out of you as he slips out. He holds you to his body, wiping the hair from your face and tucking it gingerly behind your ear. His expression once again adoring as he strokes your cheek.

He rolls you off of him and gets up, disappearing into his bathroom and returning a moment later with a soft towel.

He cleans you up and goes to his dresser, taking out a tshirt for you to wear. As you’re sat on the bed trying to redress yourself he kneels between your legs and catches you in another soft kiss.

“I have to go get our stuff from the pool. Can I keep you tonight or will Joyce like, freak out if you aren’t back?”

“Joyce has to pack for Alaska, I doubt she will even notice.” you smile, delighted he doesn’t want to immediately drive you home after getting what he wanted.

As he was passing through his door he looked back once more and hit you with a goofy, lovestruck smile that knocked the air from your lungs.

Yeah, you thought. Maybe this wasn’t a waste of spring break.

[steddiehickeys]

i’m sorry but thinking about smoking w/ argyle has my brain going brrrrrrr

CW: weed obviously, making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, implied threesome

would never make you roll your own joint

BUT he likes rolling them with you there bc he likes when you lick the paper …….

he makes the back of his van all comfy with blankets and pillows

you literally keep a stuffed animal back there bc of how often you nap in there

stares at u with the cutest glazed over eyes while you talk or sing mindlessly to a song

“argyle, can you pass me the lighter?” “i will literally do anything for you”

lotttssssss of grinding and sloppily making out

i saw someone say that jonathan would eat you out and use cotton mouth as an excuse to wanna do it more and i feel like argyle would do the same

have you seen that man’s hair bruh if you guys are doing ANYTHING your hands are running through it

him holding the joint to ur lips while u ride him <3

shotgunning.

finding little hidden beaches to have smoke seshs

WHAT IF YOU GUYS BUILT A STONER TREEHOUSE

like you have a huge tree in your backyard and you guys get jonathan to help you build a treehouse and you can decorate it all cute and have a record player omg

you, argyle, and jonathan hang out a lot up there

3 of you always smoking up there (sometimes other activities …. )

you always have your own weed to bring, but argyle never makes you smoke your own 🙄 he always supplies you <3 (you supply him in other ways oops)

eating edibles and going to the movies every friday

i just really wanna get high with argyle and gina than okay

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Unexpected Talents: Stranger Things Boys Edition ✨

Argyle: He has an amazing talent for visualization. He's always helping Joyce pick out colors for paint, curtains, rugs, and trim. He can design any room or space with whatever you happen to have on hand, and he will maximize its potential while creating a classy atmosphere that you didn't even know was possible with the items you provided. He really knows how to create a vibe and is a true interior decorator. He brings a spark of California luxury to every place he designs, and he is always asking Jonathan for advice on personal touches he can add as a nice surprise for his clients.

Billy Hargrove: It's no secret that Billy is absolutely obsessed with his appearance and doesn't care what anyone thinks when it comes to experimenting with looks. He is a fashion master. He's great a creating an outfit and pairing pieces for the perfect aesthetic. He knows how to use a sewing machine, repair and modify clothing, and he's always gifting everyone clothes and accessories and warning them not to make too big of a deal about it because it was "just something he happened to notice," but he's always obviously excited when he sees his friends arrive in one of his creations or gifts.

Eddie Munson: Spending much of his time alone and enduring many late nights after playing with his band, Eddie has learned to be a chef of epic proportions. He values the taste of good food, and he is well acquainted with his kitchen. He can grill, fry, bake, and make just about anything from scratch, including some extremely complex and tedious recipes. He is always presenting the group with homemade desserts and insisting that everyone join together for Sunday dinner, which he, of course, makes himself. He is always insisting that Argyle and Jonathan show up early to help him set the table and choose the right colors and dishes to compliment his meal presentation.

Jonathan Byers: Jonathan is quieter than most in the group, but we also know that's because of how observant he is. He remembers everyone's favorite color, food, song, and activity. He is the best party planner anyone has ever known. Everything he incorporates into the events, whether they be a surprise birthday party, an anniversary party, or a holiday celebration is uniquely personal and thoughtful. Everyone is always asking him to be the brains behind these operations, and every Byers event is captured in the sweetest photos that Jonathan gives away to the partygoers as gifts.

Steve Harrington: It started with a houseplant Robin was going to throw away. Steve decided on a whim to take it home and see if there was anything he could do for it. After a little bit of research and some basic chemistry advice from Dustin, he concocted the perfect fertilizer recipe and realized he had quite the green thumb. He now has a beautiful garden that completely covers the spare areas of his yard, and he spends his time growing fresh vegetables for Eddie's meal experiments and gorgeous seasonal flowers for Jonathan and Argyle to use in decorations. You can almost always find all of his friends with a fresh flower in their hair or pinned to their collars.

***I am SUPER in my feelings after making this. I love these dudes so much, and continuing them on as people makes me so happy. I hope you liked these, and feel free to add or request more if you'd like!!

[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

[loveshotzz]

argyle x fem!reader

High for this

warnings: established early relationship, idiots falling in love, cock warming, slight dirty talk, slight praise kink if you squint (Argyle just wants to be a good boy), smut, cream pie, weed smoking.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: This was a request I got in an ask that I answered a while ago. I couldn’t find it so I hope this finds whoever it was. They wanted cock warming while stoned with our good boy Argyle.

The rays of sunshine that peak through the opening in your curtains pierce through the white wisps of smoke that cover your room in a dense fog. Wrapping around you and your boyfriend like a blanket, the hot box has you inhaling double with every hit.

Half lidded brown eyes stay transfixed on yours, flicking down every so often to watch the way your lips wrap around the pineapple tobacco of the blunt. His tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip every time your cheeks hollow out. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips, his fingers digging into the soft dough of your curves underneath.

Your bare toes barely touch the floor from your place straddled on his lap on your desk chair. The tips of them dragging against the carpet with every subtle rock of your hips. Somewhere between giggles and complaints about his day at work, your soft touches turned into something needier. A quiet “just sit on it” falling from his pink full lips.

Pants pushed halfway down his hairy thighs and wandering fingers that shoved your panties to the side, your slick walls now pull him deeper — twitching every time you hold a hit in.

It's been 10 minutes and half the blunt like this.

One hand on his shoulder while the other keeps the blunt pressed to your lips, your nails dig into his shirt when he readjusts in the seat. A moan sits teased at the tip of your tongue just begging to roll off with every subtle move he makes. The corners of his mouth twist up when he feels the way you clench around him in reaction, so he does it again daring you to give yourself away.

Leaning forward you keep your eyes locked onto his when you tap the end of the blunt to his bottom lip. The small motion pushes him deeper, earning you the moan he was trying to get. Still, you keep yours tucked behind your bottom lip that’s tugged between your teeth. His hand leaves your hip to take the blunt between his long fingers still glistening with your slick from earlier, dark eyes narrowing at you while his cheeks hollow taking a drag.

Giving him a megawatt smile that he can’t help but return with smoke billowing between teeth, you press a delicate kiss to his pushed up cheek before you start peppering more along his jaw. Dragging your lips across the heat of his skin, you take your time tongue darting out just to get a taste of him. Burying your fingers into the silk of his long mane at the nape of his neck you feel the way his hips push up when you put all your focus around the sensitive spot hiding behind his ear.

You hum against his skin at the feel of him, the slow drag of his length along your fluttering walls that grip him always trying to take more. Your hips chase on their own as the moan you’d been withholding falls from you in the form of his name like a gasp for air when he meets your thrust. The tip of him teases the spot he always seems to find with ease as your nails drag light along his scalp. Giving his roots a gentle tug, you lift your head up.

The black pools of his pupils swallow every bit of the coffee color that usually floats around his eyes when they meet yours in a hungry lust filled daze. The last of his hit leaves through his nose as his fingers dig harshly into the side of your hip.

“Baby, it’s my turn.” Arching your brow you straighten your back so the pads of your toes touch the carpet making sure to clench yourself as tight as you can around him, tongue swiping across your top teeth satisfied when he has to close his eyes cuss words muttered under his breath.

His head falls back as he ignores your teasing to take another hit, the hand on your hip encouraging every light grind you’ll give him. His lips tug at the corners when he sees the way your brows furrow with every brush of his mushroom head. Using his strength to pull you to his chest the new position has him hitting the spot he’s been teasing this whole time. Putting the blunt out, he grabs at your chin tilting your head up to meet the press of his lips.

It's tentative at first - gentle. Always teasing when he knows you’re at your neediest. You can feel his smile when your impatience gets the best of you and you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, begging to steal his hit with a small whimper and drag of your hips. He exhales into your waiting mouth when you squeeze your walls around him with just enough force to break his resilience, your inhale flexes your muscles in a way that makes him twitch — dangerously close to finishing before he’s even had his way with you.

Taking advantage of his hands on your hips you lean back when you blow out what’s left, adding another moan to the ones you’d silently been collecting from him the whole time.

A tangerine haze takes over your room, the sun outside starting to make its descent to the other side of the world covering your boyfriend in the kind of light that begs to take your breath away. Despite the teasing, the high suddenly makes everything feel softer - nicer.

It reflects in the way his hands loosen their grip on your hips so his fingertips can trace up and down the dip in your spine. While yours find themselves weaving through the sea of dark chocolate hair that you can never seem to stay away from, relishing in the way it feels gliding between your buzzing fingers. Your eyes find each other silently trying to communicate the three words it’s too early to say while your hips drag slow with purpose against his. Noses nudging, his breath fans hot across your parted lips.

“What do you think?” His voice comes out just above a whisper, his lips a ghost against yours when he speaks.

“About?” Smirking against him, his hands find their way back to their original home on your hips, giving your sides a squeeze the giggle he earns makes him chuckle.

“Giving me what I want?” Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he follows that one with more along your jaw using his nose to nudge, opening up the expanse of your neck for him.

Smelling the remains of the perfume you’d sprayed fresh out of the shower this morning, his hums of approval against your skin makes your hairs stand on end and your fingers tug harder on his roots. Hips swiveling against his just enough to stoke the heat of the flames begging to consume you, he starts bruising your skin with a starved mouth. Paying special attention to the spots that have you pulling him deeper into where he wants to be.

“I don’t know, have you earned it?” Your words have him twitching inside of you for the second time, and he nips at your skin with a little more pressure.

“Come on bonita, you know I’ve been a good boy.” Taking your earlobe in his mouth, he has you shuddering on top of him. All your remaining resolve disappears when he sucks hard enough for your eyes to roll in the back of your head dropping your full weight onto his lap.

The blunt ends of his nails dig into the skin hidden under your skirt when he bottoms out, the sound of your slick drowning out the record you’d forgotten was even playing. Lifting his head up from your neck he captures your lips in a messy kiss that leaves your head spinning. Tongues meeting in between clashing teeth, your hips move against his finding a steady rhythm.

“Doesn’t that feel nice baby, just like this?” Scooting lower into the seat the slight change has him even deeper, gasping when he hits that spongy spot with the tip of his cock - all you can do is nod with an open mouth while you hands find purchase on the back of the chair.

“I’ve earned this don’t you think? I’ve been good, yeah?” Flipping your skirt up so he can watch the way you wrap around him, he looks up at you from under his lashes when he uses two fingers to start rubbing lazy circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me.”

Applying more pressure when he sees the way it makes your face scrunch up, your voice catches in the back of your throat when you try to give him the answer he wants.

“Come on baby, dímelo” your dripping walls grip him tighter when he asks again in spanish, your toes pushing against the carpet to give yourself some leverage to take back an ounce of the control.

Lifting yourself up enough for him to almost slip out, you drop yourself back down letting him fill you to the hilt. His cheeks are flush and brows are knit together when he looks up at you, grinding down harder - you hold his eyes.

You make sure to clench hard around him in time with the swivel of your hips before finally giving him what he wants.

“So. fucking. good.” Each word is punched with a bounce on his lap and a whine slipping out from between your pouty lips. Slick skin slaps together with each thrust while his eyes get lost behind his head.

Giving your clit a break, both his hands find their way to your ass. The thong you wore for him gives his greedy fingers free reign over your smooth skin, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat he encourages the switch in dynamic pulling you both back up.

“That’s all I ever want to be for you — la diosa, look at you.” He groans at the slow roll of your hips, the orange haze turning purple he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Your half lidded gaze matches his when they meet, words of adoration left unspoken passing through one look. Your hands leave the back of the chair, the need to touch more of him brings them back to his shoulders, every stroke feels better than the last taking your time like this. Hitting every spot that makes your body light up, your lips glow when they press against his — the sun disappearing into the kiss.

Feeling yourself get closer, the build nestled deep inside of you starts to feel like a kaleidoscope of butterflies ready to burst through the seams when the pads of two of his fingers find your button again. He swallows his name stealing your breath with his eager lips, unrelenting he doesn’t stop his circular motions until he feels your body start to seize and shake — coating him when you cum.

Your fluttering walls and the grind of your hips have him twitching, mouth going slack against yours when he follows with his own quickly behind you. His fingers dig hard enough to leave bruises on your ass while he paints your walls in a way you’d just recently given him permission to do. You take your turn to steal your name and his breath with a smile on your lips.

It takes him a minute to kiss you back, as you busy yourself pressing more to the corner of his mouth and the warmth of his cheek. Turning his head when he gets enough composure he’s quick to collect what’s his. The post orgasm high mixed with the one you chased wrapped it the snuffed out blunt beside you has you both giggling in a complete love sick mess.

[deepseaorchid]

Homesick - Argyle x Byers!Reader

Summary - After a phone call with Nancy, you find yourself missing Hawkins and your life back in Indiana more and more. As your mood starts to sour, and the weather gets colder your brother's best friend is by your side to cheer you up.

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings: None, slight hurt/fluff

...

“What do you mean you’re not coming to California!” You nearly yelled into the phone. The blue phone coil you were twirling between your fingers abruptly stopped.

“It's just, I’m so busy with the paper, I don’t think I have time!” Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler responded, sounding equally as exasperated as you.

“But we planned this for so long. I even made the trundle bed for you!” You whined.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I might be able to come for summer, though. Plus, Mike’ll be there. You could hang out with him if you want?” Nancy said. You sighed.

“I suppose, but it isn’t the same without you…” You trailed off. You heard Nancy sigh on the other end of the phone. You made a mental note to apologize to her later for this.

“I have to go now Y/N, but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Sure, see you later.” You tried to make your voice as chirpy as possible, but you don’t think Nancy bought it. Hanging up the phone, you flopped on your bed and screamed into your pillow.

Moving from Hawkins, Indiana to sunny Lenora Hills in California was a difficult adjustment to make. Truthfully, you had anticipated the move to be a bit easier than it actually was. You had been able to make some acquaintances, but not like the ones you left back in Hawkins. You missed dropping in on Steve and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. You remembered fondly how they would go on break early just to chat with you. You missed fooling around with your friends in their cars after school, and the parties that you never liked, but went to anyway because your friends were going. And most importantly, you missed your childhood best friend, Nancy Wheeler.

A knock at your bedroom brings you back to reality.

“Y/N, Argyle’s gonna be here in a few minutes. You nearly ready?” Your brother Jonathan’s voice rang out from behind the door. You felt your heart drop. You had been so caught up in your own world that you hadn’t even checked the time. 

“Shit, one second!” You yelled back at Jonathan, scrambling to make the bed and straighten the pillows. Your brother’s sigh was audible through the closed door. You heard his footsteps get further from the door as he made his way back downstairs while you scrambled to throw on a decent outfit. There wasn’t time for breakfast, you were already going to be late. Your mother, Joyce had made your favourite pancakes that day. You frown, thinking about how you had to miss out on them.

Your timing was impeccable. As you flung your bedroom door open, you heard the sound of Argyle’s beat up yellow pizza van pull up. A long and drawn out beep from the horn followed. 

“Y/N, let’s go! Now!” Your older brother snapped at you. You swore at him under your breath, grumbling to yourself as you made your way downstairs. Seeing you, El nodded to greet you as you hoisted your backpack onto your shoulders. You returned her nod and joined your two brothers outside. Will was already climbing in the van. Argyle spotted you as you left the house, locking the door behind you.

“Hey dude, what’s got you looking so bummed out?” Jonathan’s best friend, Argyle smiled at you. You hadn’t even realized you wore a frown on your face as you left. “Nothing,” you mumbled as you got in the van and climbed into your spot in the back beside Will. You usually struck up banter with Jonathan and Argyle on the way to school, but after that phone call with Nancy, you didn’t want to joke around this morning.

You’d never admit it to Jonathan, but you liked Argyle, and you'd liked him since Jonathan first started hanging out with him. He was sweet and cute. He was good company to have around, and sometimes when Jonathan brought him over to your house, you hung out with the two of them and smoked, or played "golf." Usually, you would do anything to get to spend more time with Jonathan’s pizza-delivering best friend, but today you wanted to be left alone more than anything.

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Argyle called back, making eye contact with you in the front mirror. You said nothing and just turned to look out the side window.

“Ignore her,” Jonathan said. Argyle nodded and started the van’s engine. Jonathan and Y/N both remarked on the drive to school that this was the first drive since they arrived in Lenora Hills that Argyle hadn’t blasted his music. The drive to school was silent that day.

...

School was awful. You couldn’t concentrate at all. The phone call with Nancy and the memories of all of your friends kept replaying in your head over and over again. They were probably having tons of fun back in Hawkins without you. The longer you thought about it, the more your mood soured. By the time the final bell rang, you had had enough. There was nothing you wanted more than to plug in your walkman and go home.

To clear your head, you pulled your headphones and walkman out of your backpack and pressed play. It was a mixtape Jonathan had gifted you for your birthday earlier that year. You took a deep breath and began the long walk home. Even though Argyle was always enthusiastic to give you a ride home, you would much prefer the solitude of walking that day.

Unfortunately, the walk home was much longer than anticipated. The sky had transitioned from pale blue, to golden orange, to deep indigo. You could feel yourself beginning to shiver. Nights in the desert were incredibly cold.

You curled your fingers into the sleeves of the sweater you wore, desperate to preserve some warmth. You were still a fair distance away from your house. As your legs burned from all the walking, you closed your eyes. You wished you’d gone home in Argyle’s van. You could have listened to music with him and ranted about your friend not coming to California.

A long, drawn out beep sounded from behind you, and bright lights flooded your vision, snapped you from your thoughts. You squinted, shielding your eyes from the light.

“Oops, sorry dude,” a familiar voice rang out. The lights abruptly shut off. As you blinked your eyes, giving them time to adjust, you made out the outline of Argyle and his van. A wave of relief washed over you instantly and your stomach flipped.

“Need a ride?” He called out to you

“Yes please,” your voice croaked out, barely more than a whisper. Argyle threw the passenger door open for you, and you climbed in beside him. This never happened. Jonathan always sat beside Argyle. You offered him a half-smile that didn’t meet your eyes and a shaky “thanks.”

“Holy shit bro, you’re freezing!” Argyle remarked, brushing your hand. He quickly took off his colourful striped jacket, wrapping it around your frame. You hugged it to your body and sighed, taking in the faint smell of weed and cologne.

“What the hell were you doing walking in the cold! Did you not wanna ride in the van or something?” Argyle asked, watching you closely. You stared straight ahead at the dashboard.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just..” You felt yourself trail off. A period of silence washed over the two of you, neither daring to say a word. After what felt like hours, you took a deep breath.

“I miss Hawkins. I miss everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with you but you’re Jonathan’s friend, not mine.” Argyle stared down at his hands on the steering wheel at those words. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face so you drew a deep breath and continued.

“I miss seeing my friends back in Hawkins. I don’t think I’ve made any real friends in California. Back in Hawkins, I was somebody, but here? I feel like nobody. Oh! And to make matters worse, my best friend told me earlier today that she won’t be coming to California this spring break anymore. I just don't know what to do,” you finished, defeat dripping from your voice and dumping your head in your hands. Argyle took a deep breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.” And like that, the van is plunged back into silence. 

After a moment, Argyle spoke up again. “Listen dude, I know we don’t know each other very well but, I want to get to know you better.” You lifted your head to look at Argyle, meeting his gaze. His warm dark eyes softened as they looked at you, face illuminated only by the dim streetlight now.

“Tomorrow, you and me, let’s go somewhere together.” He smiled kindly.

“But what about Jonath-” “He isn’t coming. This’ll be just for us bro.” He cut you off, stating matter-of-factly. You didn’t even know how to respond, but there was no stopping the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, and the rising heat in your skin. Argyle’s colourful shirt suddenly felt too warm.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Argyle started the van. Watching the houses roll past and catching Argyle stealing multiple glances at you made your smile grow wider and wider.

“That smile looks good on you dude. I want to see it more”

...

Argyle walked you up the path towards your house. The crickets’ chirping died out as you approached the door.

“What time tomorrow?” You asked, picking at your fingernails, suddenly very nervous.

“Oh uh, I was thinking maybe 1ish?” Argyle asked. You nodded in agreement. “Where’re we going?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “That’s a surprise,” Argyle chuckled, playfulness laced in his voice. He looked down at his blue shoes as silence engulfed the two of you again. “I should get inside. Mom’s probably worried about me,” You gestured to the door, your mind instantly thinking of your mom’s worried expression.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow dude.” Argyle waved before turning on his heels and walking back down the pathway. You contemplated your next move for half a second. It was now or never.

“Argyle!” You called out to him. He turned to face you to see you barrelling towards him. Knocking the wind out of him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed. You could hear his heartbeat speed up as he cautiously wrapped his arms around you. If you could, you would stay like that with him forever. The two of you continued to hold each other, not wanting to break from the other’s embrace yet. Sighing slowly, you pulled away. “Thanks.” You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. Argyle said nothing, a mixture of confusion and bliss across his face. You turned and walked to the front door and entered, feeling Argyle’s eyes on the back of your head the whole way up until you closed the door.

You slumped against the door, the dim light from the kitchen illuminating your goofy wide-toothed smile.

“What's got you so happy?.” You turned to see Will looking at you from the stairs.

“Nothing,” you giggled. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal that Nancy wasn’t coming to California.

“Is that Argyle’s shirt?” Your brother Jonathan squinted at you. Busted.

[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.

[cryptidcasanova]

Here is a list of all the spooky stories posted for Hellfire Haunts! Happy Haunting!

Eddie Munson

Like a Secret in Your Throat Written by @imagine-you Vampire!Eddie. Prompt 2 “The freaks come out at night.” Where Eddie is tormenting you from beyond the grave.

Love Bites Written by: @portaltothevoid Vampire!Eddie x Reader. Prompt 1 “I’ve waited lifetimes for you.” A charming play on Kas. Let’s just say they took the Kas theory and turned it on its head!

A Ghostly DM Imagine Written by @residentdormouse Ghost!Eddie Munnson. Prompt 3 “Did you think they could protect you?” Even in Death, Hellfire still needs it’s DM.

Skull Rock Reckoning Requested by @ashdoctor Demon!Eddie x Reader. Prompt 1 “I’ve waited lifetimes for you.” A sacrifice at Skull Rock turns into the chance for a wayward soul to find his one.

Master of Mortals Vampire!Eddie x Reader. Prompt 2 “The freaks come out at night.” Eddie made sacrifices to save his friends from Vecna. Now he’s hungry for them to return the favor.

Haunted Hearts Ghost!Eddie x GN Reader. Prompt 1 “I’ve waited lifetimes for you.” A soft realization that even the dead can be rescued. 

Steve Harrington

Unfinished Business Written by @asirensrage Ghost!Steve. Prompt 3 “Did you think they could protect you?” Steve has a bit of a revelation. 

Love Bites Written by @ladyfallonavenger Vampire!Steve x reader. Prompt 3 “Did you think they could protect you?” Where Steve is trying to maneuver his way through vampirism.

Billy Hargrove

In The Midnight Hour Written by @imagine-you Demon!Billy. Prompt 3 “Did you think they could protect you?” Where the reader finds help in the most unlikely places.

Nancy Wheeler

Practical Magic Witch!Nancy x Reader. Prompt 6 “Magic comes at a price.”

Argyle

Wild Times Written by @asirensrage Vampire!Argyle. Prompt 8 “Death is only the beginning.” This is the most fun Argyle’s had in centuries.

Bogus Bites Vampire!Argyle. Prompt 8 “Death is only the beginning.” Where Argyle is struggling with the rules that come with vampirism.

Jim Hopper

Aftermath Written by @asirensrage Demon!Jim. Prompt 6 “Magic comes at a price.” There was one real truth to the world. You don’t threaten a demon.

Hound Dog Werewolf!Jim x reader. Prompt 4 “You’re the devil in disguise.” The full moon meant more trouble than you realized, but you couldn’t have known it until it was too late.

Back to Hellfire Haunts

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Okay, idk what to do 😂 we're going big or going home...

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I've had a few but it is actually working and I have written bits here and there so I'm keeping them open for a while! Fire away 😁

I apologize for the delay in my other fics but if I'm not writing at all is really not helping anyone so 😬 but ideas and suggestions for ongoing stories are also welcomed! 😁

However, I am only taking requests for the following characters! 😊

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 💙

Eddie Munson ❤️

Steddie (Steve & Eddie) 💜

Argyle 💛

Billy Hargrove 🖤

Marauders Era

James Potter 🦌

Sirius Black ✨ (there's no black 🐶😂)

Remus Lupin 🐺

Wolfstar (Sirius & Remus) 🐺✨

Severus Snape 🐍

Golden Trio Era

Charlie Weasley 🐉

Bill Weasley 🐺

Theodore Nott 🐍 (I am in a Theo mood 😂)

*please remember that if you request for Charlie or Bill with a reader being friends with the twins or the golden trio they have to be out of Hogwarts and 18+

So, here goes nothing!