#argyle x gn!reader

[emsgoodthinkin]

Lets be honest, Argyles favorite sex position goes between missionary or his partner on top but, chest to chest sweaty stoned passionate sex kinda missionary ; maybe even a little giggly. I can just see him all like :

‘yeah baby, ya like that? god you’re beautiful’ with him caressing your face with his long hair all flipped to one side like a curtain, just fuckin grinding into that soft inside you. Or :

He loves all body types, I see him just loving a little more extra meat to grab yk? Especially when it comes to gravity and being on top of him, he loves to grab the fat of your love handles watching you take what you want from him. Sometimes you pull his hair to bring him closer towards you, to your chest so he can suck your nipples and you just start to bounce on his fat cock faster, then his hands slowly creep down to the bottoms of your ass cheeks to grip them wider so he can fuck up harder inside of you.. ‘shh-iittt, fuckin pussys so good pretty girl. Hold on babe I gotchu, I gotchu come on baby..’ 😵‍💫😵‍💫

reblogs appreciated:>

[river13245]

Do you do multiple Fandom requests? Like more than one Fandom in one post? If not these can be separate or not done at all.

If you're interested, I would wanna see the orange peel theory with, Thor [marvel], Argyle [stranger things], Raj [big bang theory], and Fred [Scooby doo]. Or just general little quirks and cute things they do in relationships. I would like a headcanon format and the gender of the reader is up to you! <3

Orange Peel Theory

how would they act if you asked them to peel your orange for you.

Thor

he wouldn't even question why you were asking him.

he could be in the middle of a conversation and he would just grab the orange and peel it for you.

Knowing thor he would probably struggle to get it going at first because he doesn't want to break the orange in half.

But when he gets it going he does it so gently.

He would hand it back to you and when you place your hand on his arm and thank him. He would act as if it wasn't that big of a deal and say your welcome.

He would not know about the orange peel theory. Honestly just thinking you needed his help.

Argyle

Argyle would be in his living room on the couch. He would be smoking and getting high.

He would probably be talking to Jonathan when you enter and sitting next to him.

You would politely wait until he was finished with what he was saying before holding the orange in front of him.

he would be confused as to why your handing him an orange and take it anyways.

"thanks" he says in a questioning tone. You shake your head and tell him that you need his help peeling it.

He nods and he pushes his thumb into the middle of it and begins to peel it. He had slightly longer fingernails than you did so he did it quite easily.

Once he was finished he took one slice of an orange and ate it.

Then handed you the rest and when you gave him a look he laughs and shrugs. "hey im hungry too"

You ended up sharing the orange with him anyways.

Raj

you wouldn't even have to ask Raj to help you.

He would look at you and notice you struggling and would offer to help.

Doesn't matter if he was with his friends or not. He would offer to help.

If sheldon or someone asked why you needed help. He would stick up for you.

Sheldon would understand if you didn't like how sticky oranges were. Because he himself has problems with textures and things like that.

Raj would peel the orange then hand it back to you. Then throw away the peel.

He would even come back with a napkin for you.

Raj would know about the orange peel theory.

however he wouldn't say anything just wanting you to never really have to ask him for anything.

if he had it his way. he would do everything for you and with you.

for his help you would kiss his cheek and he would be very flustered

Fred

Fred would definitely be oblivious to you needing help.

he would be preoccupied with setting traps.

it would take you a few times of saying his name so you would have to go and tap on him.

he would be patient with you and when you ask him for help he would.

fred would struggle for a second before getting it.

Once it was peeled he would hand you the orange

then when you would place a kiss to his cheek he would blush.

he would go back to his trap and whatever he was working on.

But the whole day he would be in a happier mood.

he wouldn't miss the change to help you.

only if you asked though.

he wouldn't want to be over bearing and make you feel like you couldn't do anything.

so he would wait until you asked for help.

[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.

[sunflowerharrington]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

notes: just some little thoughts (some are nsfw, minors dni) i have in my precious little angelic mind sometimes. for @myobmaya argyle’s girliepops, ily babes 🖤 fuck the duffers for not giving this fine ass mf a surname

this is my first time writing for argyle, PLEASE be nice!

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this is argyle we’re talking about here:

argyle who ends up with his cock buried so deep inside you, telling you he loves you each time his heart beats, each time he hears you moan his name.

argyle who gets so fucking hard when he sees you wearing his shirts or smoking a blunt, or both at the same time.

argyle who plays it cool with you all day, but internally he just wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the back of his van.

argyle who names a pizza after you, who picks mushrooms up out of the ground to give to you like a bouquet of flowers.

argyle who turns to putty every single time you look at him. argyle who loves to be dominated by you but also likes to take charge of his own sometimes.

argyle who steals jonathan’s camera to take pictures of you in your fucked out state to print and put in his wallet or on the dashboard of his van.

argyle who is the pussy eating king (if you disagree you’re wrong).

argyle who peppers your face with sloppy kisses that you adore as he fingers you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

argyle who feels blessed the first time he lay his eyes on you, making up a metaphor for your name or how you look; like the sunshine on a rainy day.

he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

argyle who is your best boy, your favorite person on the planet. the guy who gives the best cuddles and is so easy to talk to.

argyle who loves chatting with you about anything and everything after sex.

argyle who absolutely loves having his arms around your waist. who loves cuddling and kissing you in public to show everyone that you’re his.

argyle who WILL propose to you with a chicken nugget 🥺

argyle who wants to name your children mary jane and sativa 😭🖤

argyle who is your everything.

[pappydaddy]

love like that (a)

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

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

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: argyle x sleepy!gn!reader

requested

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

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

warnings: fluff masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation

- not my gif -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jvblood]

pick me up

pairing: argyle x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: after a nasty break up with your now ex, argyle had a plan

WARNINGS: a mean ex >:(, oh and mentions of getting high

a/n: Ik i always say this but i hope you like this. this is alot shoter than i thought it would be too... I started it yesterday and finally finished it today <3!! gonna whip up this one request because it's super long and detailed so i gotta work on that too so thank you :D!! requests are open

Your family and your neighbors were close family friends. It all happened when you and Argyle were about to be born. Your mother needed a friend like right about now and your father needed someone to talk about future family things with him. The neighbors were a perfect fit. You and Argyle were practically destined to be friends, it was like a silent pact in the womb. Which sounds super weird and the both of you would never admit to it. One thing you’ll admit though is that you’d be there for each other. 

You’d be there for each other through thick and thin. If you jumped off a cliff, Argyle would be screaming as he fell down too. You were Argyle’s first everything. First best friend, first sleepover, and first crush. Yet, he didn’t realize he had a crush on you until you were taken. He wasn’t going to ruin your relationship with your partner so he was going to be the best thing he knew how to be: a supportive friend. 

He’d been by your side since the beginning of every relationship but this one was different. He saw the encounter happening with your partner yelling at you for some reason and then you suddenly ran off. You ran right into Argyle but since you were looking down wiping tears out of your face, you didn’t really notice him. Argyle thought it would be best for him not to meddle into this right now, not wanting to upset you even more. 

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You trudge to bed feeling the day's problems finally hit you. Your partner broke it off with you today. They told you that you were just a nuisance to them and that they couldn’t deal with you anymore. What did you do? When did they start feeling like that towards you? You wanted to ask them but you couldn’t get the words out in time. All you did was nod your head and wished them farewell. The memories of the encounter come flooding back. 

“So what, you’re not going to say anything?” They say, crossing their arms in frustration. What was there to say anyways? They said how they felt and you accepted it. 

“See, shit like this is what I’m talking about. It’s infurarting, you’re acting like a fucking child!” They shout as they flail their arms around. You ran as fast as you could after that, you wished you looked up once because you ran right into someone. You muttered a quick apology as you regained yourself and ran off yet again. Tears were already streaming down your face and you couldn’t really be bothered with the pitied looks everyone gave you as you ran off. 

The flashbacks make you sick to the stomach and you could feel yourself getting sick for just replaying it in your own head. As you lay in your bed, you contemplated on what should be done. Unfortunately, it was just staying in bed all weekend and avoiding any contact with your friends. 

Even when Monday hit, Argyle could feel that you were still upset. You kept your head down but when you needed it the most he came and gave you a hug. It was warm and you melted into his touch. You rested your head on him and wrapped your arms around him while his arms wrapped around you. Argyle could feel tear spots going down your face and he felt you holding onto him a lot tighter. It was hurting him a lot seeing you this way. If he could, he and Jonathan would’ve gone to beat them up. You persuaded them not to say that ‘you were the problem’. Argyle called bullshit on that as soon as possible. Even Jonathan thought so too and he didn’t even know you as long as you and Argyle. 

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It’s been weeks since the break up and you haven’t been getting any better. Actually, you were getting worse. Your motivation depleted and your sleep schedule was all over the place. It felt as if the only time you could ever sleep was whenever you were hanging out with Argyle and Jonathan. Argyle had his heart broken with the way you carried yourself through the school day. Honestly, you thought it shouldn’t affect you this hard but with what they spoke to you made you feel inferior. At least you’re out of the relationship or it could’ve been worse.

You got home and landed on your bed, thoughts spiraling on what to do. Read a book? You don’t have any new ones with you. Watch the show that your mom put on? She’s already episodes in and you don’t feel like catching up. What about–

A knock on your window interrupts your thoughts. You open your blinds to see Argyle standing there and the night sky behind him. You didn’t realize that your struggle on what to do made you lose track of time so easily. You open the window to hear what he has to say.

“Hey dude, I’m kidnapping you.” Argyle says. You look at him confused at where he failed the ‘kidnapping’ part. 

“Argyle, what are you doing?” You question as you lean on your window. 

“I’m– me, Argyle,” he says slowly, pointing to himself “ kidnapping you– you!” he says pointing now at you. 

“I’m not leaving my house, Argyle.” You firmly say, hoping that he wouldn’t egg on. 

“Well, it’s a good thing for me because it’s a kidnapping.” He says placing his hands on his hips. 

“Argyle.”

“Bro.”

“Fine, give me a second.” You say as you succumb to his please. It’s weird how he has a way with you. You couldn’t say no to your ‘best friend’. and with that you grabbed a lighter and a jacket. 

“So what do you have planned for tonight?” You ask as you hop out the window. 

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He took you to some park and made his way to the playground. You both sat at the top of the playset where it was big enough for the two of you. In between you two was a cloth with your favorite chips and drinks. He told you to get as much as you want because it was ‘your kidnapping’ so you grabbed as much as you could to see if he was joking. He was not. He paid for all of the items and you felt like shit. He said not to worry about it because you’ll both be eating them all tonight anyways. 

“What now, captain?” You ask him as you sit criss crossed in front of him. He smirks and pulls out a joint from his pocket. You raise your eyebrow and look at the joint. 

“Don’t pull my leg right now dude, I know you got a lighter on you.” He says holding his hand out for it. You playfully roll your eyes and hand it to him. He lights the joint and takes the first hit. Holding and inhaling the smoke that filled his lungs. Soon after, the familiar feeling of cotton mouth came and a dry throat made him cough. 

It’s been a while since you and Argyle smoked together. It was nice. Argyle handed you the joint and you hastily put your mouth onto the joint. You inhaled as much as you could and felt the smoke trail down your throat. Holding it in your lungs and holding it in for too long caused a raging coughing fit. You curse as you cough and all Argyle did was start to laugh at your demise. 

“You piece of shit.” You attempt to say as your still coughing. Argyle quickly grabs a drink and opens it for you. He hands you the drink and quickly downed it all in an instant. While you were coughing, you mindlessly handed Argyle the joint. He takes his second hit a lot smoother than the first. Argyle hands you the joint back and tells you to be a lot more careful this time. You scoff as you take it anyways and hit it. 

Thankfully your second hit was smoother than the last one and you could feel the high hit your brain. Your reaction was delayed and honestly you felt as if you were running in slow motion. No matter how hard you try to widen your eyes, your eyelids feel heavy. You contemplated on just closing them all together. That you did when you suddenly realized that you were not laying on the playset floor. 

Argyle made room for himself and rested his head on your lap. Suddenly the realization hit. 

“You’re so nice to me, Argyle. Why?” You whisper attempting to look at the stars but the roof top that covers the playset was in the way. “Do I need a reason?” He chuckles. A simple yes just leaves your lips and the tension between the two of you thickens. 

“Well, I have like a list of reasons. It’s not just one thing.” He shrugs. 

“Like what?” 

“What’s with the questions dude?” He asks looking at you and you for some reason can feel tears streaming down. He whispers, ``What's wrong?’ and ‘everythings okay.’ but for you it didn’t feel like that. 

“When we broke up, they told me that I’m a nuisance. All I did was cause problems.” Your voice cracked as you began to explain the sudden tears.

“Well, you’re none of that to me,” he begins “ I think you’re the most coolest person alive, dude.” You laugh at his wording. “Yeah, dude, I mean it. You mean a lot to me. If I’m gonna be honest, you were the best thing that came into my life.” 

“I could say the same thing about you, Argyle. I’m glad we met each other.” You sigh out, hoping the tear wouldn’t stop. 

“I wished that I was them.” He confesses. You mutter out ‘what’ hoping he’d continue. 

“I mean like, I wish that I was the one dating you.” He admits. You don’t know whether it was him being high that made him confess or something else, but you did know one thing. 

“I wish it was you too.” Regret fills your veins for not noticing quicker. You wish you could’ve seen the signs. 

“I know you like just got out of the relationship and you're still a bit sensitive about it but it doesn’t have to be a wish. Well, it’s not like I’m gonna leave you even if we don’t ‘date’. Friend or boyfriend, I’ll always be here for you.”

“Thank you, Argyle.”  You say playing with a tiny bit of his hair.

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Doo ehmmm hmmm ehm Argyle hmm and reader at the beach(very creative)

HELLO MY BELOVED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will kiss kiss mwa mwa

Purple Palm Trees // Argyle

Master list

Warnings: None / Not proof read

A/N: Reader is gender neutral (As it’s not specified in ask, no pronouns used/referred with), Argyle’s parents are divorced

Synopsis: Argyle takes reader to a beach he frequented as a kid, and then learns, the reader can’t swim

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It’s summer, the sun is particularly attempting to boil you alive.

The only reason you still visited California was to see your boyfriend Argyle. You spent most of the year at home in Hawkins, always on the phone to him, listening to him talk about the most incoherent nonsense you could imagine. But you loved him, and he loved you.

But you didn’t love being dragged out in the heat, for a “surprise”, you maybe adored Argyle but the beads of sweat on the back of your neck were making you regret agreeing to go to where ever he was taking you.

“Argyle, are we nearly there?” You ask, head rolling to the side as the A/C blasts as hard as it can in order to keep you from literally melting. He drummed his fingers of the steering wheel of the pizza van you were currently in. Without even taking his eyes off the road he replied “Sure thing, My favourite lil brochacho, just a few more minutes”

You audibly groaned, turning to look out your window. Where on earth was he taking you? There wasn’t any buildings for miles, except for shabby little family run business and ice cream stores. But before you could think any longer, the van halted to a screech.

“Here we are,“ you got out the van to see the most beautiful beach you’d ever seen. The sand was a pale yellow and looked almost too soft to be real. like it was ripped from a fairytale, you could even see sea shells scattered across it like dazzling broken glass. To one side there were a like of tall, strong looking palm trees and to be the other, a cave. The soft blue ocean lazily cuddled the land as small waves rippled like elegant dancers over the surface

“Argyle,, this,,,why did you bring me here? it’s beautiful but i don’t understand” you questioned as a hand slid to the small of your back, you looked up, Argyle had a dreamy expression on his face. “Well lil dude, when i was younger my ma and pa would take me here, obviously they don’t anymore, but i thought….” He trailed off.

You knew about Argyles parents being divorced, you also knew that it had been messy. You rested your head on his shoulder, you looked at the most handsome man you’d ever met, with an unfamiliar pained expression on his face.

“Argyle”

“Sorry, Y/N got lost in thought ha,” he said, his smile returning “I just thought, i’ve made so many memories here, i wanted to make more with the person i love so much”

Before you knew it you were setting out towels, grabbing the pizzas, suntan lotion, water…wait. Where did Argyle-? Before you could even finish that thought, cold, wet hands grab you from behind.

“EEP! Argyle get off your hands are freezing!” You screamed, as the sound of laughter came from behind you, and much to your dismay you ended up joining the perpetrator in it.

“Sorry couldn’t help myself” He said, pushing wet hair out of his face. “Cmon join me in the water it’s the perfect temperature,” he said, taking your hand. You looked over at the ocean, thought it looked inviting you were reluctant.

Because? You couldn’t swim. You never really had time to learn how to, and you were scared of embarrassing yourself in front of him. “Oh, i’m not s-“ Too late, your boyfriend was already pulling you towards the water, and before you knew it, you were in it.

It was only at waist height, nothing to bad but Argyle had already swam out further. “Why are you just standing there? cmon!” he said, flashing you a smile, your face heated up as you shouted back “I-i can’t swim!”

He swam back towards you, placing his hands over your hips, and you in turn, placing yours on his shoulders. “Hold onto me, don’t let go okay, brochacho?” He whispered, moving you back with him, you clung to him tightly, as your legs gently paddled to keep you afloat. You turn your head up to face him as Argyle placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Maybe swimming isn’t so bad, as long as Argyle was there with you.

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Here you go my dearly beloved!! also if you like slashers, and are interested in mlm fics, please check out my bf @bloody-rocks !! he’s super talented mwah

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Friends?

Pairing: Argyle x GN!Reader

Summary: Whilst high, you find yourself admitting things to your friend Argyle that surprised you both.

Warnings: Use of weed, kissing whilst high, fluff, friends to lovers(?)

A/N: So I've been thinking of writing an Argyle fic for a while now but this ask prompted me to finally do it and write this. Hope you like it! <3

Also, this is my first time writing for Argyle so if it's not completely character accurate then I apologise. :)

You couldn't help the sudden emotion that bubbled up your throat as you stared up at your friend Argyle, his cap slightly crooked on top of his head as he set the joint you were sharing down in the ashtray.

"Dude...what's with the waterworks?" He asked, turning to face you with a look of concern clouding his eyes.

You hadn't even realised you were crying, but when you lifted your hands to your face to find your cheeks wet, it became evident that you were, in fact, crying.

You shrugged, releasing a heavy sigh as you leaned into him. "I really like you ya know?"

He offered you a lazy smile. "I like you too."

"No, but...I like you...like, really." You weren't entirely sure what you were trying to get across exactly, but you continued regardless of this. "Like...I think...I'd like to kiss you...ya know?"

Argyle's eyes turned wide then as he stared down at you. "Woah." He muttered, surprise evident in his features.

Silence pressed in over you both then as you continued to stare at each other, Argyle's eyes still wide, his mouth slightly agape. Oh, how you wanted to put your lips on that mouth.

Not a single word was passed between you both as you sat quietly, contemplating your next move. He hadn't yet informed you of his stance on this, but you could feel yourself slowly losing any ounce of self control you had. Maybe it was just the weed, but you knew for a fact that right now, all you wanted to do was kiss him.

So you waited a moment, taking a sharp inhale, before leaning closer to him, the silence between you suddenly becoming incredibly heavy as you inched closer.

You noticed his bottom lip quivering slightly as he focused in on your mouth, his body clearly tense as he waited for you to connect your lips with his.

And when you finally pressed your lips against his, your whole body seemed to come alight, a fire igniting over your skin. Your hands wandered up to his face, your fingers dancing over his cheek as you leaned further into him.

He seemed to be relaxing into the kiss now, his hands gliding around your waist to rest on the small of your back, until he finally pulled you to straddle his lap, your bodies melting together as you continued to desperately mesh your lips together.

In all the time that you'd known Argyle, you'd never once expected that you'd ever be in such a situation as this with him, your mouths molded together as you breathed each other in. He was your friend, and you thought that was what he would always be. Maybe he was still just your friend even now.

But either way, the reality of what was happening between you two seemed to fill you with excitement, your lips pulling up into a smile against his mouth. And then before you could stop yourself, you were giggling into his lips.

He pulled back then, a dumb grin on his face as he stared up at you. "What's funny?"

You shook your head, your smile so wide now your jaw was beginning to ache. "Nothing, I just...I really like you, ya know?"

"I like you too."

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STRANGER THINGS - CUDDLING HEADCANONS

OLDER TEENS

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle

GN! READER

TW: slight mention of spicy times but not really

Word count: 600+

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STEVE HARRINGTON

-at the begining of your relationship all he did was put an arm around your shoulder, or around you waist

-further into the relationship he started cuddling you more

-wrapping his hands around you when you watch something

-letting you lay on him

-he loves putting his chin on your head

-when you started sleeping together (literally and not literally) he refused to be the little spoon

-tho he wanted to

-but he was to afraid to ask

-one time you sneaked into his room, he was already sleeping

-so you took off your shoes and climbed into his bed

-you wrapped your arms around him, and somehow when he woke up the next morning you were still in this position

-after that night he gained confidence to ask you to be the big spoon

-he REALLY likes being hugged

-especially when he had a hard day at work or with his little nuggets

-he falls asleep immediately when you hug him in bed/couch

-he just really loves cuddling and won't let go of you

EDDIE MUNSON

-he LOVES to cuddle with you

-even before you started dating you were often lying in his bed and he had an arm around you

-in the mornings he's an absolute koala, won't wake up until you drop him off the bed

-he cuddles with you every chance he gets

-when Wayne comes back from work you guys are almost always asleep on the couch with the TV playing in the background

-Eddie also likes to lay on your stomach

-its the only time he lets you touch his hair so you better take advantage

-he'll move around A LOT so don't expect it to be a peaceful time

-he likes to talk when he's laying on you

-sometimes when he has an extra hard day he'll just flop on top of you and won't let you get up

NANCY WHEELER

-nancy is a busy woman

-she barely has time to herself

-so the only time you really cuddle is when you're in bed together

-she likes to put her head in the crook of your neck/shoulder and wrap a hand around you

-she likes listening to you talk

-and when you're not in the mood and want to be silent she just listens to your heart beat

-you put your hands around her and tangle your legs together

JONATHAN BYERS

-he was very shy at the beginning

-you had to make the first move and cuddle him first

-you like the spoon position, where you hug him from behind

-when you are like this he always holds your hand

-likes to kiss your palm

-further into the relationship he began cuddling you with your nose to his chest, arm and leg around his waist

-he holds you around your shoulders

-always kisses you on top of your head

-it really relaxes him

-he likes feeling you there with him

ARGYLE

-when you're watching TV he always rests his head on you

-on your shoulder, on your legs..

-he likes to switch up, sometimes being the big spoon and sometimes the small one

-when you're in bed or laying somewhere he either cuddles you from behind or lays on your stomach

-he actually loves when you touch his hair

-or massage his scalp

-but ONLY if your hands are clean

-god forbid you touch his beautiful hair with dirty hands

-if you have tattoos he likes to trace them

-or just draw patterns on your skin

-always rumbling something

-sometimes you understand sometimes not

-he also likes to play with your hand

-just roll your fingers or trace your veins

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I randomly selected the letters J and V for you, I hope that's ok.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

My guy is not the jealous type. Chalk it up to the muses or fate or what have you, but if you step out or spend time with others, my guy is as chill as polar bear. I believe he's very much in tune with that saying 'if you love something let it go, and it will come back to you.' He's live and let love, full faith in you. That if you're into him you'll come back. And if not? That's totally cool too. No harsh feelings, brosef. He might have to smoke one ought to your memory, but it's all good.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I would say that Argyle is not very concerned with his looks. However, he very much does have, 'a look'. The relaxed Cali bro. The flea market frequenter.

His wardrobe is full of color, bright prints, and airy, light fabrics so as much as it may look like there is no plan... He very much coordinates and crafts his drip. He's like a diamond in the SoCal sun the way he stands out and sparkles.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Anything can depend on when the mood hits, however, Argyle is most fond of a self-induced handy just after lighting up a freshly rolled spliff and shortly before the munchies kick in. It gives him that twilight period where everything hits just right.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I would say that he's a pretty moderately loud guy during sex. He's definitely big on giving compliments and praise. If he's in the mood for things to get slow and lazy his tongue really loosens up and he gets louder. Definite moaner, will throw his head back and near on howl for you.

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

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Eddie watching his gf stim

Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

Daddy Steve vibes

Head? Head.

Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes

Joes an ass man

Billy loves Steve’s eye contact

Joe calls Dacre mommy

Cocky Keery

Let Quinn take you to a bad place too

Arthur can’t take the pressure

Arthur deserves a good ride

Sweaty Ed

Joseph’s BBC

Eddie and corrupted princess vibes

Eddie soundgasm

Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song

Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery

Oh yes Rio

Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher

Dacres fine like wine

Twitter links

Put a knife in me Rory

Rafe can handle it

Mommy Nancy

Damon’s words get you wet

Big boy Hopper

Big boy Billy

Riding Steve’s thick limbs

Eddie whoppin yo ass

Eddie say please?

Steddie voices

Do it in the shower Billy

Spencer is a womanizer

Dacre can’t stop lookin at you

Eddie’s warning stare

You crawling to Eddie

Eddie being too calm during punishment

Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass

Eddie’s jeans..

Which Joe can you see

I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me

Joe reacting to a dirty text

Eddie loses V-card

Your beautiful goofball Ed

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Argyle

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Program: Argyle is something of a s'mores connoisseur and takes pride in his skills. But he easily can let it get to his head. Luckily, you're his favorite distraction.

Pairing: Argyle x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Couple of swears, Pet names (Sweets and Good looking), Lil itty bitty make out but not too descriptive? idk

Length: 1564w

Counselor Notes: In my family, I am the expert s'more chef. I know how to get the toasty golden crunch and just love making these lil sammies for everyone :) It's really fun to learn everyone's order. Camping pics below! So here's a lil s'mores sweet for @hellfiresangel, and just in time for their picnic! <3

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Fog blankets the sky, casting a gray-blue hue over the campsite. The wispy billows of campfire smoke easily blend into the overhanging clouds. Sizzling and hissing, the damp logs protest against the growing flame licking underneath them.

“Babe,” you chuckle, “it’s good enough for s’mores, yeah?”

Argyle paces and pokes at the log structure in complete concentration. Eyebrows scrunched together with his tongue poking past his lips as he crouches to better look at the formation. Tingles of content bliss travel through you, tickling your insides and stinging your cheeks.

“Gotta have the perfect fire for s’mores, sweets,”Argyle explains, “S’mores 101. Foundations, if you will”. He shoots you a look of professional seriousness, but the shit eating grin sneaking past his act sends you into a fit of small laughter.

A delightful ache takes residence within your smile lines as you raise your hands in admission. Gasping for air to soothe your lungs, you wheeze, “Forgive me, head chef. Please, teach me your expert ways in the fine culinary arts of s’mores making”.

Argyle peers across the fire to look at you in thought. Now biting the side of his cheek to suppress the growing smile, giddiness bubbles into a mischievous warmth inside of him. “I’m not too sure,” he hesitates, “Such a fargone skeptic may not show the respect and dedication needed to appreciate the art”. Poking the fire once more, Argyle stands while a blaze of flames erupts in front of him. He watches how the fire’s glow lights up your admiring gaze. Pride burns through his veins and flushes his cheeks.

Night time quickly announces itself as you rely on the fire’s light to watch Argyle slowly walk towards you. A cool breeze chills you to your core, but his contemplative stare sends shivers down your spine. Unable to meet his gaze, you refocus on the roaring fire hoping to catch your breath. Your heartbeat echoes in your bones as blood deafens your ears.

The soft graze of your lover’s fingers across your jaw sends you spiraling. Allowing yourself to be redirected and meet Argyle’s sweet expression, your breath hitches. Kneeling in front of your adirondack chair, Argyle leans forward and looks at you with loving eyes. Your eyelashes flutter, stinging from the smoke and as an attempt to shy away from his fond gaze. An airy laugh tickles your lips. Tiny prickling tingles kiss you, but not what you were hoping for.

“But I suppose, I could make an exception for you,” Argyle quietly says before pressing a tender kiss to your cheekbone. Your whine vibrates with disappointment when you open your eyes. Already missing his touch, you frown at the sight of Argyle standing a few feet away and prepping supplies. A cold spot lingers where his presence once graced you.

Chuckling, Argyle shakes his head. “If you make an awesome s’more. I’ll give you your treat”. His wink shoots a jolt of excitement and determination washes through you.

You move from the chair and plop onto the picnic table’s bench eager to begin your culinary lesson.

“It’s all in the  prep work, m’kay?” He gestures to the ingredients, two paper plates, and two long-ish sticks laying on the table. “Once we start toasting our marshmallows, we can’t waste time in plating them. Sadly, I have lost many a mallow as they melt off the toasting stick during transport”. Argyle takes a solemn moment of silence for the fallen marshmallows. Biting your knuckles, you attempt to conceal your snickers.

“So, what’s the set up, chef?” you inquire in staged seriousness. 

Taking a graham cracker, Argyle faces you and carefully snaps it in half along the center cut. He turns to the table to place the halves onto the plate and does the same to the chocolate bar. This time, Argyle only takes one half of the bar and sets it on top of one of the cracker halves.

“Et voilà!” He exclaims and beams at you in achievement. “Your preassembly is ready for a golden marshmallow. Then you put the mellow onto the toasting stick,” Argyle demonstrates while he speaks - almost as if he’s lecturing a class. “Now you try,” he encourages with a sweeping motion over the table.

Focusing on the table, you feel a comforting warmth against your back as Argyle leans his forward and hooks his chin over your shoulder. Silently observing your, supposed, thought process.

Reaching for the cracker box, Argyle lightly grasps your hand on his own. His warmth follows, spreading from your shoulder and kissing the tips of your fingers. “Maybe, you’re a hands-on learner? Didn’t think of that- I’m sorry for being insensitive to your needs,” Argyle hums in your ear. Your chest constricts as you force yourself to take deep breaths. Argyle’s teasing chuckles tickle the shell of your ear and bounce against your back.

Your beating heart hammers against your ribs, desperately wanting to return home to his hand. Letting him guide your hand, both you and Argyle giggle as you fumble through preparation. Your plate is a slightly more crumbled version of his own, but it’s nearly identical.

Argyle jumps to the cabin, “And now, blanket burrito time. Gotta stay warm while cooking, good looking”.

“And the fire isn’t good enough for you, chef?” you tease.

Coming back out, he drops an additional log into the fire that sends a flurry of embers into the pitch black sky while holding your favorite blanket. “Team bonding. Can’t work in the kitchen if we aren’t used to sharing close spaces and moving together,” he says so casually, but his smirk sends your stomach into somersaults. “Grab our mallows and then face the fire, sweets” he kindly requests. “Please,” he softly tacks on for good measure.

Obliging, you share a love sick smile that momentarily breaks Argyle’s act. His heart pounds as you look at him with such a devoted expression. A dizzy spell fogs his mind at the quirk of your eyebrow. If he’s a fool for your love, then he’ll wear that title as a badge of honor.

He joins you on the bench, wrapping the faded blanket around the two of you. Your thighs press together from huddling so close. Aftershave and pine ease your muscles and envelope you in a blissful high.

“My professional opinion, as s’mores expert connoisseur? Cook the mallow in the center of the fire for a few seconds while rotating it the whole time. Then take it out,” Argyle gently suggests. You watch as your sweet snacks are engulfed in flames, only slightly judging his technique. “You’re not quite a master in the fine craft of s’mores making, so you need to develop your internal s’mores timer. You’ll just know when it’s ready,” he gloats.

Following his suggestion, your mallow already looks perfectly toasted. While his, on the other hand, begins to smoke in the fire. You nudge his arm and joke, “I think you forgot to set your timer”.

His adorable look of confusion sends you into a fit of laughter and locks your chest. Tears sting your eyes when Argyle’s widens in panic and quickly pulls his stick out of the fire. Cackles wrack your body, heaving for oxygen. Argyle’s huffs and blows at the flames that scorch his marshmallow.

The sting from slapping your thigh distracts you from the one pricking your insides. Looking at his torched marshmallow in utter disappointment, Argyle humbly plates his burned mallow and places the remaining cracker half on top.

Carefully taking your stick, Argyle kindly does the same to allow the mallows to melt the chocolate slightly before squishing the sandwiches lightly. Your paper plates proudly display ooey-gooey delicious messes. You wipe tears away while taking deep breaths. The poor man, absolutely bested by the sole thing he claims to love most in the dessert world. You turn to face your boyfriend, and your lip wobbles from his pout. Argyle coughs to compose himself and look at you with the confidence of a head chef once more.

Argyle steals a bite of your s’more and moans at its perfection. His wide grin drips with melted sweetness and rising smugness. “You little shit! That’s mine,” you cry out. Hastily grabbing your plate before he eats your work of art, you take the official first bite.. Sweet sugar and savory chocolate flood your taste buds. Happiness is carried by graham crackers to feed your inner child. Smacking your lips, you beam at an equally gleeful Argyle.

You swallow the gooey goodness and gulp, “What’s the verdict, chef?”

“Mm, I think I need another taste to be absolutely sure,” Argyle slyly says.

Your mouth parts to protest, but your argument falls silent as Argyle steals a sloppy kiss. He darts his tongue across your bottom lip and slips it in your mouth to get a better taste of your sweetness. Craving your little hums of delight, he pulls you into his arms to hold you close. Neither of you notice the blanket fall around, just caught in each other's warm embrace.

The overpowering need for air makes him pull away. Though not before he nips your swollen lip to take one last bite of his dessert. Argyle admires the blush flaming your face and adores your dazed expression. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, a cheeky grin breaks his composed façade.

“Gonna need another taste, sweets”.

[skinnywalker]

I NEED some Argyle smut where he is just sitting down and then reader straddles him so that he catches the hint and he does so they have sex

🤤🤤🤤 thank you anon I needed this too

♡ Playful legs ♡ (Argyle x gn! Reader) smut

Argyle is so sweet when he's high. Not that he isn't sweet 24/7 but there's something special about this sweetness. He is so addicted to your body that when he's high he can't pull himself away from whatever aspect of you he's latched on to.

"Ari?"

He hummed in response.

"Ari baby I love you but I want more."

Nothing registered in Argyle's mind for several mintues till he realized you slipped atop his lap.

"I want more Argyle."

He eyes grew taking on a puppy face.

"O-oh."

You feel him growing slightly hard. He squeaks rapping his fingers around your hips.

"Can I baby?"

You grin, he looks up at you like your aGod.

"Of course angel."

He zips open his fly as his face turns red. You push down his pants and boxers to see him spring free slightly glistening.

"I really got to you huh?"

He whimpers biting his hand to not make any noise.

To run your tongue along his vein feeling his shake in the legs around you.

"Ooooh shit baby I so weak for you."

You take him all the way in pulling the sweetest grasps and moans out. Your angel boy was doing his best to not nut too early.

"It's ok baby you can come."

He nods barely understanding anything more as he fills your mouth and throat with thick ropes of cum.

"Oooh wow i-i got to pay you back for that."

You grin, Argyle is so precious high.

[burtonbabygirlguster]

i’m so confused HOW is x FEM reader and SMUT showing up on my for you. like. i have never ONCE liked an x fem, nor have i ever liked a smut- i am physically repulsed by the thought, and especially reading sex. i literally pull a weird ass face whenever i see it- and i cry internally whenever i get she/her-ed. so like. how. 😭😭

the only time i ever liked one with NSFW was because it had a SFW section as well that i read, but NOT the NSFW section- but that’s it

like wtf tumblur u tripping on purple palm tree delight or????

[vampiiu]

protective, jealous, fluffy argyle???? tysm <3

What to expect: GN! Reader, small mention of Steddie, use of 🍃

sorry it's so short!

Argyle had just gotten home from his job when he heard laughter erupting from your bedroom. He quickly hung up his hat and ran to your location, not hesitating to swing your door open and-... oh. You’re with Eddie. It’s not like Argyle dislikes the dude- I mean, shit- that’s his own dealer for fuck’s sake. It’s just the way he acts around you that pisses the tall guy off. Always giggling, quickly shifting moods when Argyle, your boyfriend, walks in. Once laying on his stomach, Eddie pulls himself to sit on your bed.

“Sup, Argee?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Woah, alright. No worries.”

You almost apologize to Eddie, knowing his concern; however you know that will only make the situation worse.

"Hey babe, you mind comin' over here for a sec?" Argyle asks.

You follow him out into the hallway.

"Uh- listen I know you're just friends and all but…"

He pauses, trying to find the right words.

"... Just- I don't wanna seem too possessive or anything, man. Y'know? It's just- I can't handle the way he looks at you every time he comes over here and- and what was all that giggling for?? Like-"

You shut him up with a tender kiss. You know how much he worships you. After pulling away from each other, the tension breaks.

"Argyle. Honey. I love Eddie but I'd never be with him like that. Besides… We enjoy talking about boy problems, y'know? Like… Gareth..! and Steve…"

Then it clicked. Eddie wasn't in love with you, he was gay pining over the former king of Hawkins High. He stared at you in what looked like a daze. Everything made sense now.

"So… Steve is gay?"

"Of course he is, Arg."

"Hm. Well, I'm glad I didn't lose you. I could've never lost you, Y/N." He pulls you into a bear hug and kisses the top of your head. You finally feel content after a long day without your boyfriend. Now you're embracing each other and you feel like you're the last couple in the world.