#argyle x y/n
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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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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!”
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Thanks for the request and input, definitely enjoyed writing this while listening to your dog bark my ears off <3 <3
Hit It | Argyle x Reader
MASTERLIST
Summary: Argyle loves fucking you in the back of his van
Body worship, protected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f rec), smoking weed, female reader, inexperienced!argyle
1.4K words
18+ MINORS DNI
You weren't above fucking in a van. You weren't above fucking surrounded by empty pizza boxes, with the smell of pepperoni and weed lingering in the air. What you were above, however, was fucking Argyle with his choice to wear two high pigtails on the top of his head. "Stop! You look insane!" You shrieked as you laughed.
Argyle gave a light chuckle and took the hair ties out. "Bummer, dude. I was totally going for this whole schoolgirl look the guys seem to dig." He took a hit of his blunt, the stump nearly going out.
"Last hit for her majesty?" He turned it to you. You smiled broadly and took it from him, putting it between your lips and inhaling sharply, laying back and leaning on your elbow. The blunt burnt up, so you put it out and threw it away.
Argyle turned to you lying on the blanket, putting his hat on the icebox beside you. He bent over you to give a quick peck to your nose, his hair clouding your vision.
"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and shifted to put it up. He did it with such ease he made your hair skills look like amateur hour. The bun he ended up with was chaotic— but a huge improvement from the double pigtail look.
You weren't exactly sure how this arrangement with Argyle even came to be. You moved to Cali and became friends with Jonathan, who, in turn, introduced you to Argyle. He gave you your first weed, you gave him his first sex. It just worked.
Argyle was a generous lover. Perhaps a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. He worshipped the ground you walked on— cherished every part of your body. At times, he would just run his hands all over you while smiling to himself.
After an incident where you'd laid on his hair and almost snapped his neck, you started carrying extra hair ties so he could put it up when things got heated.
Argyle took his time taking off your bottoms, wondering at your thighs and legs as he did so. He kissed your left leg from ankle to just beside your pussy, before repeating the same actions on the other side. He'd developed a recent obsession with eating you out and wanting to make you cum— Not that you were complaining.
He gave a tentative lick between your folds, making you sigh and rest your head against a pillow that was propped up by a stack of pizza boxes. He'd become quite the expert at eating pussy throughout the weeks. Whenever he got horny, he'd claim he 'Needs practice, babe' and proceed to go down on you. A great deal, really.
He circled your clit a couple of times before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you slowly. The music playing in the background was mellow. You loved how hanging with Argyle was always so insanely relaxing. Your hands made their way into his luscious locks, the only time you were allowed to do so being while he ate you out. You gave an encouraging tug when his fingers joined his tongue in giving you pleasure.
"Argyle... Fuck" you moaned as he sped up, bringing you close to your release. You could feel him smile against your pussy. He just loved making you cum so, so very much. He loved watching your face as he felt your pussy clench around his tongue and fingers. Loved listening to your moans of bliss and shouts of his name as he sent you over the edge.
Your chest heaved when you finally came down from your high, looking down to watch Argyle with that satisfied grin he only gets at times like these. "Bodacious, dude." He nodded. How he managed to stay so casual during your encounters was a miracle in itself. It was just so... So Argyle.
He shuffled around the van for a bit, letting you catch your breath. He muttered to himself for a bit, but finally lit up and rummaged through the glove box. He fished a strip of condoms out of it and held them up to show them to you. "Safety first, amiga."
You giggled at his proud smile, something you seemed to do often around him. He ripped one off and proceeded to shimmy out of his pants. He put on the condom, still struggling to get it right. You sat up on your knees, helping him out. You held the tip of the condom and looked up to catch his gaze when you rolled it down.
Turned on Argyle might just be your favourite Argyle. He seemed to have this distinct level of sobriety that came with his arousal, only amplified by his high. He really lived in the moment, enjoying every single second.
You laid back again and allowed him to position himself on top of you. You smiled as a few strands of hair escaped from the bun, tickling your skin. Argyle didn't seem to notice, too entranced with your figure beneath him.
"You're a goddess, man." He told you matter-of-factly as he bent down to leave kisses all over your body. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly inched himself inside, relishing in the feeling.
Yes, this was definitely your favourite Argyle. Oblivious to the world around him, enchanted by the feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick. Completely fucked out the second he got inside of you.
He started moving, thrusting in the exact rhythm and force he knew you enjoyed. You'd never fucked anybody as obsessed with making their partner come as Argyle. It was half the fun for him, seeing you enjoy yourself on his cock.
And enjoy, you did. His fingers made their way back to your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He rubbed in sync with his thrusts, watching you writhe at the feeling and smiling. The cooler next to you provided the perfect temperature in the California heat.
The thrusts of his dick matched with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with the music so well that you were almost convinced he'd made a sex mixtape for the very purpose of fucking you in his van.
Argyle was vocal during sex, telling you how beautiful you were over and over as he lost himself in satisfying you. You told him the same, but it never carried the same weight it did when he said it. He genuinely believed you were the eighth wonder of the world.
The pitch of your voices increased along with the thrusts, Argyle finally seeking his own release. The rubber in his hair gave up, snapping in the middle of a particularly hard thrust. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, covering you. It tickled, but you didn't mind. He looked so pretty with his hair down, pure bliss on his face as he stilled and came.
His fingers sped up, making you scream his name once more before your second orgasm hit you. Argyle hissed as you tightened around him, pulling out immediately out of overstimulation. He gave you another peck on your nose, pulling his hair away from your body and lying beside you in the cramped space in the back of the van.
He removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can in the front of the van. "Oh, I totally missed, bro" he grumbled, the condom hitting the driver's seat. You chuckled at his actions as he shrugged. A problem for later.
He rummaged around the pizza boxes, finding a cold piece that had probably been there since that afternoon. He put the slice to your mouth, allowing you to take a bite. It wasn't too bad.
"Let's just veg out for a bit, man." He spoke up as he munched on the pizza. You nodded in agreement before smiling and turning to him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. If you could stay like this, fucked out, enjoying pizza while still slightly high with Argyle by your side, you wouldn't change it for the world.
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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.
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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?”
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distracting me | argyle x reader
no use of pronouns, feminine terms(boobs and skirts and such), plus sized reader
summary: you work two stores down from argyle. he always sees you and sometimes talks to you. he wants to look away from you sometimes, but you look so good.
warnings: argyles a perv i’m ngl to you lmao, reader is plus size and talk about body image n such, smut but no actual full on sex, just booby sucking, but like descriptions of him jerkin it to you lol, you can call the reader dom but they just take charge, it’s a cliff hanger oh noooo. i think that’s it??
words: 2.3k
you always walk through the strip he works at. a cute babe trotting their way to work two stores down from surfer boy pizza. and every time you walk by the window, he looks.
he doesn’t have the strongest grasp on social awareness, especially when he’s high, so he gawks. jaw dropped, his eyes doe eyes, arms heavy. you’re beautiful. every time he sees you he gets hot. his cheeks and nose gets bright red, a compliment to his bloodshot eyes. he can’t help but want to know what you feel like. how plush your thighs are in his grasp. how your breasts spill out between his hands while holding them. he thinks about it a lot. and gets hard at work a lot.
the first time you come in on your lunch break, he practically begs the cashier to let him take your order. he just wants to know how you sound. what your voice is like. is it high pitched and light? is it low and deep? either way, he could bet at least $10 that he’ll love it.
“welcome to surfer boy pizza, the best pizza you could get, unless you count dominos but do you think you’ll get as good service? no. you need some water? we got you dude! if you need anything at all we’ll get it for you! i mean we can even get you other things than pizza! except money cuz that’d be considered stealing, man.” he looked at you, feeling his cheeks get hot when he found your eyes not bored like most people when he rambles, but intrigued. he doesn’t get that often, accept with jonathan.
“that sounds great thanks man. i’ll just get uhhh two slices of pineapple pizza. i’ve always wanted to try it ever since i saw the sign for it outside. my friends say it looks weird but honestly“ he was cut off by his thoughts. you’re perfect. he could listen to you for hours. but the worst part was, he could feel his pants tightening. you bent over slightly while talking to him made him go crazy with the sight of your tits in front of him. “-so yeah that’s how i thought pineapple was a vegetable.” a small pause ”wait i was ordering right?”
“y-yeah. pizza.” he stuttered. “that’s all we do here.”
“and breadsticks.” you smiled. his length twitched at that smile. he’s so glad you can only see him waist up right now. he didn’t acknowledge your comment before turning around and telling the order to the people in the kitchen. he looked over his shoulder slowly to see you still staring at him, making him quickly look away. he needs you so bad.
“yeah the pizza will be out soon. could i uh..have your name..to call out?” they don’t call out names, just the order. he just really wanted to know your name. you said yours looking at the kitchen behind him curiously.
“whoa..uh chill name. very cool.” he smiled brushing off the clear cloudiness in his mind from the thought of fucking you. he wants to feel weird about it. but he just wants to feel you.
you just nodded and walked off to the side. he didn’t want to talk to anyone besides you so he walked away. from the counter, from everyone, from you and locked himself in the bathroom. what was he doing to do with himself?
the second time you went into the shop was three days later. it was lunch rush and argyle was already busy with other customers to notice you walking in. he can’t lie, he missed talking to you. missed seeing you. he had already jerked it 7 times to the thought of you since he last saw you.
you walked to him ready to order. he spun around and was shocked, expecting anyone else but you.
“hey dude welcome to- oh shit…hey man you’re back.” he looked you up and down at your outfit. it was so fucking tight on you. your thighs were extruding out and it was all he could focus on. he could beg for you to turn around right now. that would be some real eye candy.
“yeah i’m back! can’t really go anywhere else here. i’ll have the two slices of pineapple pizza again. i gotta say you got me hooked on it.” he shouldn’t be so happy he had an impact on you for something so small but for now he sees you as a goddess. and it’s truly an honor to be talking to you.
“always live by the rule of try before you deny!” you laughed at that and went to get your wallet to pay. he shamelessly gawked at your chest. thank god you weren’t looking at him, but once you did, his eyes shot up at you.
“how much is it?” you asked
“huh?”
“the pizza. how much do i owe you?” you have a sweet smile, waiting for his reply.
“oh! four thirty seven.” you help out a five and he took it. “that’ll be out in a minute” he paused before saying your name, he loved how it sounded. he’s said it so many times before, just with his cock in his hands. but you didn’t know that. that’s what made it fun.
the third time was when he was closing. the kitchen was cooled and down. tables sanitized and chairs put away. but somehow you came in.
“oh crap you’re closing. sorry, i had the munchies.” you said, not even inside yet. wait. did your clothes get any tighter? or was he loosing blood in his head from the raging boner he had by seeing your top. thin. you weren’t leaving anything up to the imagination. and he wasn’t angry. he bathed in your body’s light. people would scoff and laugh at your stomach. make fun of your rolls. of course he didn’t think anything was wrong with you, because nothing was. but the fact you were confident enough to ignore them or even say something back? that’s what made him rock hard every night.
that’s what made him think about how you’d feel in his lap. looking all pretty, smoke around you. half lidded lust catching up and you bounce up and down on him. how do you moan? are they more like whimpers? either way he’d drink them up like nectar.
“no hey! you can stay man. the uh..the drink machines still going if you want something. a coke or anything.” he tried desperately to convince you to stay. he wanted to be alone with you. you didn’t even have to do anything. just sitting with you and talking to you would be enough jerk off material for him later.
“oh yeah sure! that’s fine i suppose.” you walk in and set your stuff down on the counter. “mind giving me a cup?” he scrambled to say ‘sure’ and ran to the back, searching for the red plastic cups they use. he looked at you through the small window from the kitchen. what if he made his move? what if…he did something with you? oh god. he can’t even think about it.
“here you go. get whatever you’d like, man. you have the luxury here.” he gave a small laugh looking down at you as you smiled at him. you quickly turned around and walked to the machine and. there it was. he’s been waiting for you to turn around and flaunt that ass for weeks. he almost moaned from the sight of if. you were so plump. so full and he couldn’t handle it. the thoughts of taking you to his van and making you his was almost unbearable.
“is it alright if i sit on the counter? the chairs are all put away and ive been standing all day” you look at him, sipping on your straw from your drink.
“no yeah go ahead dude. we can stay here as long as you want. actually maybe after 9 would be good. but even after maybe i could take you in my van. i know a good road to just drive on and…it’d be neat to..drive..” god help him you looked too tempting. again, with no social awareness, he stared. your cleavage hypnotizing him like some sort of sex crazed middle schooler. although he wasn’t far from that.
“you alright, ari?” that nickname. when other people say it, it’s always just kind of nice. when you said it, everything in him wanted to lay you down on the counter and put his face between your legs.
“dude…can i be honest?” he said, putting his hands on the counter on each side of you. you had a worried sick expression.
“yeah go ahead. do you want me to leave? oh shit i knew i was over stepping i always do this! i’ll leave you so-“ he couldn’t think, he just wanted you to know he wants you. he slowly moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips.
“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. and i work around pizza ovens” you want to laugh at his horrible joke but the way his hands are glued onto your mid hip, just meeting your thighs.
“dude..what are you-“
“your tits are unbelievable, man.” he interrupted. he wasn’t even listening to you. he just wanted to grope and feel and squeeze. now you knew what’s up with him. the man is horny. because of you. argyle saw a grin on you and looked up at you, not moving his head.
“you think so? i think they’re alright.” you shrugged, looking back at him. the tension was like rubber, if one of you let go of one end, it would snap and who knows what would happen.
“just alright? i’ve seen many but dude these make shannon tweeds look like nothing, man.” then he stopped with words and movement alike. “hey if you don’t wanna do any of this, no hard feelings. i’m a man and i’ll back off if you want.” in shock of him not picking up hints, you put your hands on his shoulders.
“touch me more ari.” with a slow nodding of his head he placed his palms back into your waist. moving up and up and up until…jackpot. he started slow with holding your chest. soft light touches. then when he saw there was no discomfort, he squeezed. and there was a whine from your lips.
there was the snap.
“holy shit…” he gasped, feeling the tightening feeling in the pants once again.
“enjoying yourself babe?” babe? ari wants to do so much to you just to say that again. he nods eagerly. he puts his finger just slightly into your shirt, signaling he wants to pull it down. with a quick nod while looking into those glossy eyes, he pulls and your tits fall out.
it was like christmas for him. this angel before him and their even more angelic boobs right in front of his face.
“you just gonna stare at them?” you tilted you head to the side and gently put your hand on top of his head. he knew what you meant. and he couldn’t be more eager.
he leaned forward and put his lips around your left bud, earning a groan from you, the vibration traveling to his lips. he’s done this before but he’s never been this needy. he’s drooling all over your tits and all you can do is enjoy his deprived licks and prods and your chest.
he didn’t once take his lips away from your skin traveling to the other mound, just kissed his way over. he was gentle with his touching but his kissing and sucking? harsh.
“ari come here” you softly spoke to not startle him. he looked up and detached his lips, a string of drool following. you urged his head gently up to your face and kissed him. yup. a harsh kisser. but who can blame him? he likes you so much that he can’t believe this is even happening! “how long have you wanted to do this hm?” you spoke as you pulled away and he sighed.
“i think..since you started working where you are. you always walked by where i could see you. dude i gotta say..you’re gorgeous. not just hot but beautiful. you’re still hot but i want you to know it that you’re both.” he saw your expression of confusion. wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed. “am i making sense?”
“perfect sense” you kissed his forehead, accepting his confession of a crush. then moved for another kiss on his lips. “what do you want to do to me babe?”
“i can choose?” he said sitting up more straight to look at you, he wanted to be more leveled with you.
“unless you want me to. i can take control.” you said with a grin, giving him infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes. it’s like the more you do, the more he shuts down and want to be taken care of.
“w-well…maybe i could…see what between” he drifted off as he leaned down just above your thighs, placing his hand on top of them. “these sweet babies” he was sweating with anticipation.
“you wanna taste me?” you said pure raw need laced within your voice. all he did was nod his. “come on words babe”
“yeah. id love to.” a grin was placed onto your face.
“then get to work.”
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{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.
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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.
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#argyle is the pussy eating king and i’ll stand by that#argyle#argyle st4#argyle stranger things#argyle x reader#argyle x y/n#argyle x gn!reader#argyle x fem!reader#argyle x male reader#argyle stranger things 4#stranger things 4#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#argyle x plus size reader#argyle x poc reader#poc friendly#plus size friendly#argyle smut#smut#fluff
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graze, blaze, haze
—day 4. shotgunning // [kinktober masterlist]
Argyle doesn't care that you don't know how to use a bong, and he definitely doesn't care when his lips touch yours. Except, he really does, and so do you.
pairing. argyle/f!reader
wc. 2.2k
tags. 18+ ONLY, facesitting, making out, first kiss, marijuana use, friends to lovers, nipple play, blowjobs, premature ejaculation
“It just seems overly complicated to me. Can’t you make like, brownies or something? I’d rather eat my drugs.”
Argyle sits between your legs on the floor, a green pipe with scattered burn marks on the glass in his lap, “No can do, my friend, not unless I want the Byers’ kitchen to smell rank for a week.”
You tug a little too hard on the brush in your hand, catching a knot at the back of his head, but he doesn’t give sign of irritation or even acknowledgement. You comb your fingers through the strands where the knot was, a little pang of guilt in your chest. If he felt the pull, he would’ve ignored it anyway.
Argyle was the first guy in your life to even let you touch his hair, much less take a pair of scissors to it. Steve would run screaming, Eddie wanted his wild and unkempt, nothing but soap and water allowed, and you wouldn’t dare try to undermine Joyce’s home haircuts, no matter how dated they were becoming.
No, he was the first, and it’d become so commonplace that he felt comfortable enough spinning out of his mind on his west coast weed while you held sharp scissors to his hair.
You’re spinning out on your own right now, butterflies thumping in your stomach as he sits against you, an arm thrown over your knee. That was another thing about him, the touch. The puritanical culture of Hawkins—with hands by your side and prayers to stave off temptation—was antithetical to Argyle’s whole deal. He didn’t think twice about wrapping an arm around your shoulder, or pressing his palms into your cheeks during an anxious tirade. It was hard not to take it for something more than what it was, your heart in your throat every time he made contact.
“I’m telling you I literally can’t do it, then.” You say, smoothing your hand over his hair, trailing the brush as it breaks through what few knots he has, “I always forget to move my finger or hold my breath too long or inhale an ember and have a full breakdown because I think there’s a hole burned in my throat. I just like, can’t use a fucking bong or pipe or anything.”
You set the brush down, letting out a frustrated sigh, and he pats the side of your knee, “Hey, no worries, I got you.”
He leans down and takes a long pull from the pipe, twisting around to face you, his hand coming to the back of your head, bringing you close. Without conscious effort, your jaw drops and he leans in just enough to blow the smoke into your mouth, his bottom lip grazing yours as he turns away. As if that’s the most normal thing in the world. As if you can’t feel the heat from his mouth still on your lips. As if you aren’t frozen in place while your nerves shake more from the intoxication of Argyle’s lips than the effects of the smoke.
Several minutes pass in silence, his head resting on your inner thigh, thumb scraping at the loose threads of torn denim on your knee. You grab the brush and start combing his hair out again, shaking off the moment, reorienting yourself in friendship. You can deal with the longing and the butterflies, maybe, probably.
At the very least, you can survive as long as things stay at the same level as they've been. Your hands on his hair, him comfortable between your legs.
“You want more?” He asks after several more minutes of calm silence, and you consider saying no, but there’s a light buzz under your skin that makes you say, “Yeah, uh, yeah, totally.”
You brace yourself this time, squeezing the brush handle tight in your fingers, mouth open a little wider, hopefully a failsafe against his lips touching yours.
When he brings you down this time, though, you don’t keep them open. You close them for a kiss.
It’s a small peck, barely there, but he stares at you with surprise, and the smoke escapes when his lips fall open, a quiet ‘woah’ in the air between you. You watch his eyes flick up, can almost actually see the gears turning in his brain, and just as you’re leaning back away from him, he starts to smile.
It turns into a full grin, his eyes glassy and shining, staring blatantly at your lips.
You both slip into the next moments with ease, leaning down to kiss him again, mouth warm and bitter and soft. He kicks over the bong as you slide into his lap, murky water and gray ashes spilling onto your carpet.
“Shit, sorry, dude,” He tries to break from you to clean it up, but you pull a dirty shirt from behind you on the floor and throw it over the mess.
“Literally don’t care.” You speak against his mouth, leaving space between kisses for him to relax back into it.
“You sure?” He asks, his eyes still fixed on the lump under the shirt.
“Mhm.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the soft curve of his jaw, and finally you feel him melt into you.
His hand rests over your thigh, fingers pressing into the jeans, and he slides down to the crook of your knee, pulling you closer in his lap. He isn’t firm with his touch, more a guiding hand than a driving force, but you curl entirely into him, your arms slung around his neck.
It’s quickly apparent that he’s content to follow your lead, his tongue only slipping into your mouth after you’ve pushed yours into his, his hand only running over your breast once you’ve put it there.
You pull back, “Argyle.”
His lips are plump and red, and he’s surprised to break away from the kiss, his voice full of air, “Huh, yeah, what?”
“You sure you’re in the right headspace for this?” You ask, running your hand down his arm.
“Y—yeah, no, I’m—I’m—” He starts nodding, his eyes wide, hands pressing firmer against you. There’s nothing to read off him but enthusiasm, and he welcomes you back to his mouth with a full, open mouthed kiss. It’s sloppy and wet, and you want more. You both fall into a sloven, messy rhythm, your mouths too busy to care what your hands are doing until the clothes on your body become restrictive.
Your shirt is the first to go, breasts dropping from under the oversized tee, and Argyle’s hands come quickly over them. He palms them like dough, runs his knuckles over your nipples until they’re taut, the focus that was on your mouth centers instead on your breasts. You don’t know that anyone has marveled at you like this before.
“Unreal,” He whispers, interrupted by a giggle as you slip your hands under his shirt.
You smile at him as you take the layers off, “Ticklish?”
He holds back a laugh, pursing his lips and tilting his head up at you, “I may very well be.” He says, fingertips make their way over your skin until it’s you that can’t help giggling.
“Oh, ticklish?” He mocks, and you wrap your arms around his bare chest, bringing him back for another kiss.
The heat of his chest on yours is unbearable, and it’s not long before you’re both down to your underwear.
You straddle him on the floor, one hand grabbing at the warm flesh of his biceps as his arms lay flat beside his head. You lean over him on one elbow, fingers knotted at the top of his hair, sucking hickeys into his neck. His moans are loud sighs rather than palpable noises, breath shaking and uneven. The firm print of his dick under his boxers grows against your pelvis, and you press down into him, backing away to watch how his features shift. The slow grind of your hips has him grabbing at your breasts again, and he pulls you up to his mouth, sucking kisses around the flesh before his lips close over your nipple.
He swirls his tongue over the pebbled skin, flicking back and forth, a quiet hum vibrating over your skin from the back of his throat. His hands come down to your ass, and he pulls back from you, licking his bottom lip, and almost lifting you up to his face.
“Ope, wait, shit,” You topple over as he tries to bring you closer, catching yourself with a hand on his shoulder. He offers a lopsided smile, and an earnest, “Woah, my bad,” his fingers tapping along your inner thigh.
You stand up beside him and slide the panties off, swallowing hard before you kneel back down over him. This isn’t something you know about from anything other than the jeering ‘hey, sit on my face, sweetheart!’ comments you’d gotten from boys growing up. They felt more like a mockery than a genuine proposition, but Argyle’s hands rest delicate atop the front of your thighs, and he encourages you to settle down against his mouth.
His tongue slips between your lips, flat over the wet stripe of skin, just nicking the top of your clit. Almost immediately, the pressure is insurmountable, and you let your weight drop a little more. He starts slow, with lazy licks up and down, side to side, just slicking you up with spit.
You lean back and rest your hands on either side of his stomach, fingers firm in the plush skin, letting your head fall as he works you. He tilts his head forward, prodding the tip of his tongue against your clit, quick circles around the bundle of nerves, a kiss here and there. His touch is intentional, if a bit hesitant, but you can feel his confidence grow as you push harder into him, almost forgetting to care if you’re suffocating him.
Sharp spikes flock up your body as the pressure mounts, and you lean forward to grind on his face, firm tongue laid flat over your cunt. Again, he’s ready to let you take the lead, but a few well placed licks send you careening into your orgasm, hips sputtering on top of him. He nuzzles his face deeper between your legs as you ride through it, shaking his head back and forth, and you squirm over him trying to get away.
It’s now that he holds you, arms wrapping around your thighs, not letting up until he can hear you trying to catch your breath.
You fall backwards, your head at his waist, hands rubbing over your face with exasperated groans.
“You good?” He asks, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. Any nerves he’d had coming into this were well on their way out.
“Yeah, fuck, good.” Lifting your hand in the air, you shoot him a thumbs up before rolling off onto the floor, the carpet colder than your bare stomach. You fold your arms in front of you and tilt your head to look at him, catching sight of the wet patch on his underwear.
“I—uh, well,” He clears his throat and watches you push up onto your knees.
“Are you all good?” You ask, slipping two fingers under the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down to release his softening erection.
“Totally, super good,” His voice catches in his throat when you drag your tongue over his dick. It twitches while you continue to lap up the sticky, salty cum that’s dribbled down the tip, and Argyle lets his head fall back with a thud! before combing a hand through his hair.
You take him entirely in your mouth, surprised at his length, but willing to choke on it for whatever residual bit of pleasure you’re giving him. His fingers play at the back of your head, wanting but not willing to push you down. He threads them instead between strands of hair, quiet, airy moans and involuntary spasms spurring you on.
More than content on your knees, content with the feeling of his hand grazing down your skull, you decide to yourself that the only stopping point here is when his dick starts to soften. You squeeze at his inner thighs with one hand, breaking your lips away to kiss marks that’ll be visible when he wears shorts. You don’t feel entitled to claim him as yours, there’s weed and adrenaline running through you both, but it doesn’t feel like a one-off. Wrapping your lips around him again, you press your tongue to his underside as you bob up and down, moist suction sending tangible shivers through his body.
He taps at your shoulder, and you look up to see him staring slack jawed at the ceiling.
“Yeah?” You mutter, wiping your mouth.
“Maybe I’m not in the right headspace anymore,” His voice is flat, eyes wide, breathing heavy, “Think I’m like, way far out beyond any headspace.”
You laugh, and drag a blanket from your bed, throwing it over your bare bodies.
He slides a hand under you, still staring blankly at the ceiling as you curl up to him.
“Argyle?” You tilt your head to look at him, and he hums.
“That was like…okay, right?”
The question breaks him from his stupor, and he looks at you with gaping awe, blinking a few times before he speaks, “That was so far past okay, I don’t know how I lived without it, know what I mean.”
You press a kiss to his jaw, and settle into him, “Yeah, absolutely I do.”
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"Seeing Starrs" ~ Argyle
Summary: When tension is high in the recording studio, Argyle knows exactly how to relieve it… and it has you seeing stars.
Pairing: Modern!Radio DJ!Argyle x Co-Host!AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 1,975
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!!) doggy style activities, spanking, hair pulling, fingering for like a second, nicknames (baby, slut; sir), maybe dom/sub dynamics? i gave argyle a last name bc why tf not, lots of beatles references oops, not beta read, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: Who would I be if I didn't write an Argyle fic for National 🍃 Day?
Originally Written: 04/20/2023
stranger things masterlist can be found here!
To say you had the hots for your coworker… Well, that might've been the biggest understatement of the year.
To be fair, who wouldn't? From his slick, raven hair to the airiness of his voice to the intricate knowledge he held of a soundboard, it was hard to say Argyle Montoya was anything but gorgeous.
It definitely didn't make matters any better that you knew him better than anyone else. You'd spend hours every single day talking about anything you could find, in between DJ-ing for one of California's biggest radio stations of course. You felt like you'd begun to know him better than even he did.
Maybe that's how you'd weaseled your way in and found out he was currently single and very ready to mingle.
Somehow or another, he'd let it slip that he'd been particularly… lonely, let's say. And maybe that was why you'd been flashing him extra special glances while he was working, paying extra special attention to the way his hands looked roaming around the soundboard. You could swear you felt your heart flip as he flicked the microphone switch, leading back into his next segment.
The two of you made eye contact for what was most likely only a second, but felt like hours. The normal caramel shade of his eyes had faded into obsidian, and you were surprised his glare hadn't burned a hole right through you.
"That was the iconic Lucy In The Sky," he started, his breath hot on the mike. "Can never go wrong with The Beatles. Can you, Y/N?"
Your stomach turned as his gaze zeroed in on you again. "Nope," you chuckled into your mike.
"I don't know about you guys but we're huge fans of The Beatles here at 102 The Groove, which is why… drum roll, please."
"Dum dum dum dum," you improvised, forcing yourself to chuckle at the way he motioned toward you. His expressions were normal, average Argyle. But that glare… that stupidly sexy glare was going to be the death of you.
He laughed, a sound that managed to be sweet and rough simultaneously. "For a half hour, in honor of Ringo's sold out stadium tour, we're gonna be playing nothing but the best of The Beatles. Maybe a Wings song in there somewhere, maybe a Plastic Ono Band song or two. And who knows? Maybe at the end we'll be giving away a couple tickets to a very lucky listener. Here's Come Together to start us off."
You panicked, looking over your schedule. You were sure you didn't remember there being a half hour block scheduled for that hour, much less a Beatles block. Your eyes drifted along the page, examining every word, down to last syllable and-
"What are you doing?" Argyle asked, practically hovering over your chair.
You let out a strangled breath, your heart beating fast from his close proximity. "I-" you struggled, attempting to collect your thoughts. "There wasn't a half hour block scheduled."
"I know. Which is why I reiterate, what are you doing?" He eyes locked with yours, and it wasn't until that moment that you realized how close his large hand was to yours on the desk.
"What are you-"
"Don't play innocent with me," he said. All cheerfulness and light had left his voice, what he met you with was a sound as dark as his pupils."You think I haven't noticed all those little looks you've been sending me?"
Oh. Oh. "Oh that," you teased, trying to keep calm, though every inch of your body was screaming at you to jump his bones. "It's nothing really."
"Before I say anything either of us will regret, are you open to me being completely honest?"
Your stomach was doing so many somersaults, it rivaled an Olympic gymnast. "Of course, you can always be honest with me." The whole truth. You'd never be dishonest with Argyle, inside or outside of… whatever this was. And you needed him to know that you wanted nothing less than complete honesty from him.
"Do you think me trying to hide a boner from you all damn day is nothing?"
Your heart fluttered and you could already feel arousal forming in between your legs. You were sure it was a risk, but that didn't seem to stop you as you licked your lips, following it up with, "Is there anything I can do to fix it?"
"Yeah," he said as he kneeled in front of you, his tall figure still managing to be eye level with you even down on his knee. "I think fucking that look out of you would fix it. How 'bout you?"
You were rendered speechless as he lifted you from your chair, both of you standing back up to your full height. He towered over you, his brows raised as he awaited your response. You simply nodded, afraid your voice would betray you.
"Gonna need words, baby." You both cursed and commended him for being such a gentleman.
"Yes," you answered in a low moan.
His eyes flicked around the room, and you followed them like a lost puppy. "Close your blinds."
He walked over to his side of the studio, tugging down his blinds in swift, hurried motions. You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could will your legs to move.
"Do you not understand plain English?" he all but growled. "Close the damn blinds."
You knew your lips would betray you at some point or another, but you didn't expect them to betray you by saying, "No."
Two letters, one syllable, and somehow the worst possible answer you could have ever given him.
He strided back toward you, one of his hands landing on your hip while the other met your hair, caressing it with his pointer finger. "Do you want everyone in this office to see me fucking you senseless?"
Your breathing sped up, and by the expression on his face, he already knew your response. Still, you shook your head, willing your hand to reach over and close the blinds.
In an instant, his mouth was on yours and his hands on your skin. The two of you pushed and pulled at each other, and you hadn't noticed you'd moved until your back hit the wall. You arched away from the foam, secretly fearing you'd damage the equipment if you were too hard on it.
His lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the base. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft texture contrasting the roughness of his hands and mouth.
"Tell me," he said, his voice low, "how you need me."
You could think of about thirty positions you wanted him to take you in and twenty more places you wanted his mouth. You breathed heavily, one thing prominent in your mind. "I want," you panted, "I want you to bend me over your desk."
"Oh, yeah?" he smirked, lifting you up and forcing your legs around his waist. You willed your body to hold on to him, mewling as his rock-solid erection settled against your core. "Your wish is my command then, baby."
His mouth connected with yours once again as he carried you over to his desk, untangling your legs from him. "Bend over," he demanded.
You turned, lowering yourself onto the desk with the speed of a turtle. "Yes, sir," you sighed, raising your ass slowly to meet his tented jeans.
"Sir. I like the sound of that, baby."
His hands met the waistband of your pants, slowly slipping them down your legs until your cunt was on full display for me. His hand met your asscheek, gripping the supple skin, his nails embedding dirty crescent shapes into you. "Look at you."
Your hips canted as his nails dug into you. "Marking me as yours?" you asked, grinding against him.
"Hell yeah, I am." He smacked your ass, and your head fell forward. "You like that? Making sure everyone knows you belong to now?"
"Uh-huh," you answered in a breathy sigh. You rubbed your butt against him, and you were positive you'd created a wet spot on his jeans.
His hand trailed down your body, until his fingers met your folds, your slick soaking the digits. His opposite hand moved to his jeans, undoing the fastening quickly. "God, so wet, baby."
"Only for you," you answered as you rutted against him, sinking his fingers further into you. "O-Oh," you moaned, throwing your head back.
"Not so fast," he instructed, moving his hands to your hips and lining you up with the tip of his cock. "You can have my fingers later, baby. My cock needs you right now."
He slowly slid in, and you nearly came just from the sheer girth of his dick. He pulled at your hips, beginning to create the perfect rhythm. The sounds of skin and slick filled the air, and sweat began to pool in the dips of your breasts.
He rocked into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. His hips slammed against yours, so hard you were sure you'd have bruises. His fingers grasped and squeezed at your love handles, and you couldn't help but whine from the pure pain and pleasure he was providing you with.
"You dirty little thing," he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. "Wanting everyone in the office to see me fucking you like this."
You moaned, fucking back onto his length. The thought was enough to have you seeing stars.
"Little slut. Oh, shitttt," he exhaled, his dick twitching inside of you. "God, I'm close, baby."
Your eyes screwed shut as you rasped, "Me too, sir." Your bodies glistened with sweat under the hot lights, creating extra friction that you craved. You moaned as his hand met your ass again, slapping you in some form of disapproval.
"Not yet, baby," he instructed, one of his hands meeting your hair. "I need to see your eyes when it happens."
He pulled your head back, and you forced your eyes to meet his. Your pussy fluttered around him as your climax built, rutting your hips against him until the head of his cock was surely hitting your cervix. He held your head up, his grip so tight, you wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out your hair. Not that you cared, if he pulled your hair any harder, you'd probably cum just from that.
With a couple more thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, and you were finishing in sync with him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for everything it was worth. "Fuckfuckfuck," he was groaning in your ear, his hand firm on your hip as you both worked through your highs.
He stayed buried inside of you until the last possible moment, making you cum three more times before he pulled out. You weren't even sure he had pulled his pants back up before speaking into the mike. "That was Photograph by Ringo Starr to close us out. Y/N, you wanna announce what number caller is gonna win pit seats for Ringo's show at the Greek Theater?"
You tried your hardest to not sound like you were recovering from an earth shattering orgasm as you said, "How 'bout caller number four?"
"I like that number. Call 213-555-9333 to claim your tickets now!"
He pulled away from the mike, his gaze closing in on you. The phones began ringing, and as he picked up, his gaze was still zeroed in on you. "Caller number four, who is this?!"
The person spoke, but you didn't hear a word he said. Your gaze stayed on his as you mouthed, "it's a lucky number, considering how many orgasms you provided me with."
He rolled his eyes, mouthing back, "How do you feel about me beating that record later?"
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Kinkmas Day 2 (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Argyle)
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), threesome, oral (m! and f! receiving), handjobs, fingering, protected p in v, drug use, language, use of pet names
WC: 2k
Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist
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Christmas Eve 1987 starts like any other holiday: spending time with your friends and avoiding as much familial interaction as possible.
“God, this blows,” Eddie exhales, permeating the air with the smell of weed.
“I mean, it’s not as good as the Cali shit, but it’s not the worst strain I’ve ever had, bro,” Argyle shrugs, taking another hit before passing the joint to you.
“No, dumbass,” Eddie snorts.”I meant the whole holiday season thing, joy and cheer and blah blah blah.”
You stifle a laugh, trying not to choke on the smoke you just inhaled. “Calm down, Scrooge,” you tease. “It’s not that bad.”
“You didn’t grow up watching kids get all of the cool things you wanted while your uncle barely scrounged up enough cash to buy you new sneakers,” Eddie retorts.
“Maybe you’ll get something good this year,” you say nonchalantly, thinking of the gift you got him: a lighter with EM and a music note engraved on the side.
“Yeah, maybe,” he mutters, reaching for the joint again.
“Well,” you start, “I have something special for each of you.” You giggle when their eyes widen. “Not that, you pervs!”
Eddie points at Argyle. “Look, you got his hopes up; poor guy.” He laughs. “Maybe got something else up, too.”
“Shut up, dude!” Argyle chastises him, leaning over you to give him a shove. A blush creeps into his cheeks and he rips the joint from Eddie’s hands angrily.
“Whoa, chill!” You’ve never seen Argyle this defensive before. “Arg, he was just kidding. Besides,” you add slyly, “you know this horny bastard would get with either of us if we gave him the chance.”
Eddie holds his hands up in defense. “Don’t go spilling my secrets now!” The high has clearly set in for him, which means he’s got even less of a filter than usual. “Anyway, ‘s not like people can’t see you making heart-eyes at her all the time.”
This time, Argyle gets to his feet and grabs Eddie by his jacket collar. “I said, shut the fuck up, man!” he hisses. “We had a deal!”
“What deal?” you ask, prying his fingers off of Eddie. It wasn’t the first time you’d had to break up an argument between them, though usually Eddie was the one trying to get to Argyle.
Argyle sighs. “Well, since someone decided to blab everything anyway, I might as well divulge this precious information.”
This time, Eddie’s the one scrambling. “Don’t you dare–”
“Eddie and I both wanted to ask you out but we made a truce and now neither of us can get with you!” Argyle blurts out before Eddie tackles him.
“Boys!” you yell, stopping their antics immediately. “What if…what if I said I liked both of you?” Wow, you’re really high.
“I’m sorry, what?” Eddie gawps.
You sigh, wishing you could rewind time and take back what you’d just said. “Never mind,” you mumble. “Let me take another hit.”
“No, I think we need to discuss this further.” Argyle sits back down next to you. “So you would sleep with either one of us?”
“Sure, yeah, but not if it’s gonna cause you two to beat the shit outta each other.”
Eddie frowns, furrowing his brows. “What if you didn’t have to choose?”
“Like…both at once?” You bark out a laugh incredulously.
The boys look at each other and grin. “We’re down if you are,” Argyle says with a shrug.
“Oh-okay,” you murmur. That’s all the encouragement Eddie needs; he tilts your chin and kisses you deeply, making your legs tremble. “Maybe we can go inside?” you suggest, motioning to Eddie’s trailer door. You know Wayne is at work, which means you’ll have the place to ourselves.
The three of you sit on the couch; Eddie on your left, Argyle on your right. You feel Eddie move your hair from behind your ear and press wet kisses down your jawline. “This feel good, princess?” he asks softly.
“Mhm,” you moan. Your gaze lands on Argyle, seemingly frozen in place. “Arg, you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, “just didn’t ever think this would happen.” He swallows thickly, fidgeting with joint between his fingers. That gives you an idea.
“Take a hit, but don’t exhale yet,” you instruct him, trying to focus while Eddie’s hands roam your body. Argyle does as he’s told, and you lean in so your lips brush his. “Now, blow the smoke into my mouth.”
He opens his mouth and you mirror him, inhaling deeply as your tongues graze one another. You feel him start to relax, letting go of whatever insecurities he held onto.
“That’s it,” you coax him, taking his large hand in your smaller one and guiding it to your tits. “Touch me wherever you want.”
He’s gentle at first, running a thumb over your clothed chest in awe, but quickly begins groping you hungrily. He toys with the hem of your shirt, suddenly shy again, and you pull it over your head with a smirk.
“Dude,” Argyle breathes out. Eddie can only see your naked back, and he pulls you around by your shoulder to get a glimpse of what Argyle’s eyes are glued to.
“Holy shit,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us, keeping these perfect little tits covered up this whole time.”
“Didn’t…didn’t know that you wanted to see them,” you manage dumbly, and both of the guys just grin in response.
“Hey, um…” Argyle pipes up, and you turn your attention back to him. “I wasn’t done.” He hooks a thick finger around your belt loop and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his pillowy lips around one of your nipples. It pebbles as his tongue flicks over it. Eddie busies himself at your neck, harshly sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. You whimper at the overwhelming stimulation; you’ve gotten hickeys and been fondled before, but never at the same time.
“Fuck, princess,” Eddie coos, “if you make those pretty noises, you’re gonna have to help me out here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him gesture to the erection pressing against his jeans.
“Bed,” you moan out, taking their hands in yours and guiding them to Eddie’s room. Argyle snuffs out the joint in a nearby ashtray as you pull him along. “Off,” you point to their pants, tugging off your own as quickly as you can.
Eddie starts to palm himself through his boxers, but you move his hand and replace it with your own, making him hiss at your touch. “C’mere,” you whisper to Argyle, and you do the same to him. There’s something utterly powerful about having them in each of your hands, knowing you control their pleasure.
Argyle’s lips press against yours. He pushes your panties aside and slides a finger inside your wet cunt, making you cry out. “That good?” he murmurs into your mouth, and you pump his cock faster in response.
“Argyle, man,” Eddie whines, “you can’t have her mouth and her pussy. Y’gotta share.” You pout as Argyle breaks the kiss, but his lips are quickly replaced with Eddie’s.
“You know what would be fun?” There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “If you ate her out while she moans into my mouth.”
Argyle’s on his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed before you can muster up a response. He looks up at Eddie and asks, “y’got a hair tie or something?” Eddie nods, tossing one from his cluttered nightstand. You watch as Argyle pulls his hair off of his face and into a messy ponytail.
“Y’look really fucking good like that,” you whimper as he parts your legs.
He smiles at you, and you can’t help but beam back. “Between your thighs, or with my hair back?”
“Both.”
You mewl when his tongue flicks over your clit; he’s methodical in the way he fucks you with it. Your hips buck up slightly as he quickens his pace, and Eddie’s voice growls in your ear.
“Make those pretty noises f’me,” he orders. You greedily accept his kiss, keeping your hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He gets harder each time you whimper into him. “Just like that,” he muses, “but I think you could be louder, hmm?” He brings his gaze to Argyle, who is hungrily lapping at your pussy. “Arg, is that pussy schmackin’ or what?”
He knows what he’s doing; Argyle can’t hold back his laughter, sending vibrations through your body and making you scream out their names. “Eddie, don’t make him–fuck, Arg, you make me feel so fucking good–”
“Cum on his tongue, princess,” Eddie says, pinching your nipple between his strong fingers. “Show him what a good job he’s doing.”
Argyle takes the opportunity to suck on your clit, and you cum harder than ever before. Your legs are trembling when he detaches from you, wiping his mouth and grinning. “Never tasted such a perfect pussy in my fuckin’ life, dude.”
“Need…need someone inside me,” you pant, glancing between the two of them. “But you need condoms; I’m not carrying either of your idiot spawn.”
“Noted.” Eddie reaches into his dresser drawer and pulls out a gas station pack of Trojans. “Fuck!” he groans. “There’s only one left.”
“I c-can take one of you in my mouth,” you offer pleadingly. Argyle fucks his fist slowly, and you get on your hands and knees and lick the the tip of his cock teasingly. “You want that?” you ask knowingly.
“Mhm,” he hums, sweat beading along his brows. “Wanna see your beautiful face, please.”
You take his length in your mouth, tracing along the vein with your tongue. Eddie spanks you with his own sheathed cock, pushing down on your upper back and tilting your hips upwards.
“Y’ready, princess?” His erection glides along your folds. He pushes into you gently, practically splitting you open. “So wet for us; aren’t you, pretty thing?”
“Mmm,” you agree, mouth full of Argyle. Your answer reverberates around him and he thrusts into you harder, holding onto a fistful of your hair. Eddie pistons himself inside you; your ass cheeks clapping against his pelvis with each buck of his hips. You’re filled with your two favorite boys, and you couldn’t be happier–or more turned on.
“Gonna cum,” Argyle chokes out. You open your throat as he coats the inside of your mouth with his warm, sticky ropes. He gently pumps a few more times to bring himself down before you release him with a small pop, swallowing his release.
“Y-you didn’t have to do that.” He brushes his thumb along your cheek and smiles. “You’re so good for me–so good for us,” he amends, looking at Eddie, who is biting his lower lip and grabbing your ass so roughly that he’ll likely leave bruises behind.
“Almost there,” Eddie mutters. “Cum with me. Can’t let him be the only one gettin’ you off tonight.”
“A little faster, Eds,” you tell him, and he complies, bringing a ringed finger down to your sensitive bud. You feel yourself clench around his dick, your release imminent.
A string of curses leaves your lips, and Argyle kisses you as you finish. “There ya go, baby,” he coos. It might be the first time he’s called you a nickname besides bro or dude, and you can’t say you mind at all.
Eddie’s hips stutter as he cums into the condom, smacking your ass one last time for good measure. He pulls out slowly, tossing the barrier in the trash, and the three of you crash onto the bed.
“Did–did we really just do that?” Argyle wonders aloud.
“Sure fuckin’ did,” Eddie answers, still trying to catch his breath. “Now the only question is, who was better?” He turns to you and smiles sweetly, impatiently waiting for your reply.
“Obviously, it was me,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “The two of you were putty in my hands. Literally.”
The two of them nod in agreement, too fucked out to argue any further.
Your eyelids feel heavy, and you find yourself slipping into sleep between them. Argyle’s arm is wrapped around your waist, while Eddie’s nuzzled into your breasts. You press a quick kiss to each of their cheeks.
“Merry Christmas, boys.”
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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.
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don't let me go yet, lover
summary: what was supposed to be a productive satuday turns into a lazy saturday. you can only blame argyle.
pairing: argyle x reader
notes: inspired by the prompt: "tugging you by their side and not letting you get out of bed while they whisper in their hoarse, deep voice, Morning, mi amor" by @urfriendlywriter. title from the drown by cuco feat. clairo. hope you enjoy!
sleeping next to argyle's the best. he's a naturally touchy person, but when he's sleepy? he's even clingier than usual. whether it's pulling you to his side or plopping down on top of you or manhandling you to lay on top of him, he always finds a way to touch you when you're sleeping next to each other.
the worst part is always getting up... not only you're reluctant to leave the warmth of his blankets and his skin, he also makes it extremely hard.
this morning is a hard one. it's a saturday and even though you'd love to sleep in, you actually have things to do. you have laundry to do and classes to catch up on and that stupid thing you volunteered to do for your stupid job because apparently you love suffering. the night before, waking up early to do all those things seemed like a good idea, but now? you can't think of anything you'd like to do less.
you turn off your alarm with a grumble, barely moving off your spot on the bed to do so. you're underneath the blankets, pillow perfectly placed beneath your head and argyle's arm thrown around your waist. he's sleeping on his stomach, hair in a single braid behind his head, still peacefully sleeping despite the blasting alarm seconds ago.
you watch him quietly, not wanting to wake him up and disrupt his touch on you. you trace his features with your eyes, his slightly messy hair, his full lips, his dark brows and his brown skin against your white sheets. you give him a kiss on the forehead before turning slowly and trying to move his arm off of you. you fail.
before you can get up, you feel his arm tighten around you and he pulls you towards him. you let him. you feel his chest against your back, his arm keeping you in place. he mumbles something behind you, still asleep and sinks his face into your hair. you stay still for a second, making sure he's actually asleep before you're moving again, slowly lifting his arm off of you and trying to slink to the edge of the bed and away from him. you fail. again.
this time, when he pulls you close by the waist, you can hear his hoarse, deep voice whisper in you ear: "morning, mi amor" you turn around in his arms and he lets you, pulling you closer, even if that's barely possible at the moment.
"good morning, babe" you rest your hand on his cheek to whisper back, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. he nuzzles into the pillow beneath his head. "i gotta get up, 'kay? just go back to sleep" his frown deepens.
"why? it's saturday" he's whining a little and it tugs at your heart, makes you wanna hug him and never let go.
"i have stuff to do, i'm sorry" you apologize, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. "don't worry about it"
"no, quédate" he says manhandling you to lay on your back and moves as if to lay on top of you. you're still sleepy and half of you doesn't wanna get out of bed but you know that if he lays on top of you, it's over, you'll not be able to get up anytime soon.
"no, babe...i have a ton of stuff to do. i have to get up" you'd laugh if you didn't think that'd encourage him. you manage to push him away slightly, so he only rests his head on your shoulder instead of his whole body on top of yours. one of his eyes' open, while the other one remains closed.
"if you get up i won't be able to fall back asleep" he complains nuzzling into your shoulder and wrapping one arm around your waist. you laugh softly looking down at him.
"that's such bullshit, you fall asleep without me all the time" one of his legs lift up to wrap around your hip and keep you in place. you sigh.
"yeah... but it's never as good as when you're here" his fingers dig into your waist and cling onto your sleep shirt, trying to get you to stay.
"babe..." you try one last time, your will to get up almost completely dissipated.
"si? quédate conmigo" he whispers into your neck, moving to press a soft kiss into the skin there. you sigh again, knowing you're fighting a losing battle. you let your arms wrap around his bare torso, miles of brown skin warm and soft underneath your fingertips.
"fine, just for a little bit! but you're helping me later." you acquiesce begrudgingly. you dip one of your hands into his braided hair, scratching his scalp.
"whatever you say, señorita." he replies half asleep again, pulling you tighter against his body.
when you wake up again later, it's noon, argyle's head is still on your shoulder, his face hiding in your neck, but he managed to lay completely climb on top both you, locking you in place. you scrunch your face and slip your hands around him to stroke his back softly.
you won't be able to do half the things you wanted to and he'll have to help you with the laundry, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
#stranger things fic#stranger things#argyle x reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#argyle x you#argyle x y/n#argyle#st argyle#argyle st#my writing
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Bae watch (A)
Warning(s); smut! 18+ only!! (piv sex),jealous!argyle,clueless!reader,van sex,breeding kink,dom!argyle.
Pairing(s); Lifeguard!Argyle X (Afab) Girlfriend! Reader.
Summary; argyle sees you flirting with his lifeguard assistant.
A/n; special thanks to @toomanybandstocare who proofread this
Argyle recently got a lifeguard job at the beach close to your house. You had applied and were rejected,so now you work at a shop near the beach. You easily visit him during your breaks.
Today is your day off though, and you wanted to visit just for some fun. You put on Argyle's favorite one piece . It’s bright red and showed your chest off. You tie your hair up into pigtails with red ribbons in the shapes of a bow
You knock on the door to the small lifeguard hut and smile when Oliver, Argyle's assistant lifeguard, answers the door. “Hey is Argyle here?” you kindly ask. Oliver shakes his head, sucking in a breath. “He’s down at the beach to help with something,” he chokes out and you nod. “You can come in and wait,” Oliver steps aside. You mumble an appreciation while stepping inside.
Argyle’s walking back from helping with the situation, and he could smell you from a mile away. The sweet aroma of your perfume is like his own brand of weed. He rushes up the stairs of the hut and shoves the door open. He freezes when he sees you sitting in his chair and laughing with Oliver.
“Gorgeous!” You grin at Argyle, standing up as he wraps you in his sweat soaked chest. “God you smell so good,” you sigh, and Argyle tilts his head. “I'm sweaty,” he comments. “But you smell good when you’re sweaty,” you explain. Argyle chuckles and pecks your lips. “I’ve got 15, and then I’ll go on break” he mumbles against your mouth. You nod and settle back down in the chair.
However, those 15 minutes are filled with Argyle watching Oliver flirt with you rather than watching the beach. Which is how you end up with your mouth covered while he pounds into you. Your moans are muffled by his clammy palm as Argyle moans, “Gonna fill you up so good- so perfect. Bet Oliver won’t pay you any attention when you’re all round with my baby. Don’t you agree? Hmm?” His thumb taps against your cheek, and you nod your head.
“That’s my girl, fuck your pussy- shit-“ his reaction made you giggle, your pussy flutters around him. “Oh fuck,” his face drops his serious glare and a dopey smile replaces it. ”I’m your’s, Argyle. Promise I don’t want anyone else,” you breathe out. Argyle smiles and lays his weight on your chest. You wrap your arms around his chest as he continues to grind into you.
You feel sparks ignite inside your stomach, and you let go “I’m gonna cum,” you warn. Argyle grunts, “Me too. Gonna cum inside fill you up”. You nod, “Yes. Yes please fill me up”. It sends both of you into a state of euphoria. Argyle repeatedly cusses and babbles as his cock twitches like crazy inside you. You feel the warmth fill you up just like you wanted.
After a minute the pair of you separate and Argyle flops next to you. “Shit,” he breathes out. It makes you giggle which triggers his laughter. You roll over to face him and smile. “Fucking mine,” he growls while jerking you to his chest. “I’m yours, my love,” you assure him.
#argyle imagine#argyle imagines#argyle angst#argyle fic#argyle x y/n#argyle x reader#argyle x you#argyle x fem!reader#argyle#argyle stranger things#stranger things smut#stranger things fics
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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
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*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!
warnings: fluff
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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.
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Congratulations on the followers! I hope there is another celebration for more soon as you deserve all the recognition!
I was hoping it's not to late to request from the prompts list. If it not I would like to request 13 and 18 with Argyle and a female reader. The reader has a crush on her friend Argyle, so when he returns from Hawkins and he tells her about what happened/is happening shes worried and upset.
Bad Trip - Argyle
Summary: Your friend Argyle shows up on your doorstep after vanishing into thin air. You aren't entirely pleased to see him.
Pairing: Argyle x Reader
Word count: 1.0k
Warnings: swearing, little fight, fluff!
a/n: i love writing side characters that i can just make shit up about. like, does argyle have a sister? dunno. does he have one in this? absolutely.
thank you for requesting! <3
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You were hallucinating.
That was the only logical explanation for how Argyle was standing on your doorstep with an awkwardly sheepish smile on his face after being missing for a week.
Every thought emptied from your mind as the shock turned into relief, and then quickly morphed into anger. You stepped forward and planted your hands on his chest, sending him flying back a few feet as you pushed him.
His smile dropped as he stumbled. “What—”
“How dare you,” you seethed, stepping closer to him. “How dare you just show up like nothing happened? Like you didn’t just disappear without a single fucking word.” Tears pricked at your eyes as you continued your tirade while Argyle just stood there, watching you with wide eyes. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?”
He reached out to take your hand, but you stepped back, pulling your hand to your chest.
“Don’t.”
“I can explain everything, I swear,” he said. “Well, as best I can. There are still some things that are totally way over my head. But I can explain as best I can.”
You were crying in earnest then.
For a whole week, you had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown after you arrived to work to find Argyle had ditched his shift mid-way through. You had gone to his place after your shift ended, thinking that he might have split to hang out with Jonathan, but he wasn’t home.
You tried calling him the next day, but still nothing. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling in your gut that something was wrong.
And after the third day of radio-silence from him, you had used the spare key to let yourself into his house. Nothing had been moved. All of his clothes were still in his closet. The dirty dishes were still piled on his counter. The movie that he’d rented for you guys to watch on the weekend was still sitting on top of his TV, even though it was due two days ago.
It looked like he had simply gone to work and not come home. That sinking feeling had turned into a pool of dread.
You had called his older sister, thinking that maybe he had gone to visit her, but she hadn’t seen him. You had even tried Jonathan, but his line had been busy every time you called.
No one in Lenora Hills seemed to know where he was. He had just vanished in the middle of the day.
You had been on the verge of calling the police, but hesitated. What would you have even said to them?
Despite the fact that you want to be so much more, you were just his friend, and he didn’t have to tell you where he was going and when, even though he normally did tell you everything.
Seeing him now, your heart was torn between wanting to throw yourself into his arms and never let go or throw him of your lawn and never see him again. “Go away, Argyle,” you managed, swiping at your wet cheeks. Your voice was pathetic, even to your own ears.
“I can’t leave with you crying like this,” he said softly. “Let me explain, please. And if you still want me to leave then I will. I won’t even fight you on it.”
You stared at him, debating letting him in. He looked hurt at your hesitation, face falling as you didn’t immediately welcome him in like you always did. That one look alone had you pulling your door open, leading him to your couch where he began explaining his disappearance.
An hour later, and you were wondering what kind of new strain Argyle had tried that led to a trip this bad.
You held your hands up. “Wait. So, Jonathan and his brother and sister somehow have magic powers?”
“No, just his sister. It’s so totally insane, dude. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The whole time he’d been explaining this crazy story, you had sat in silence, which you returned to now. You just blinked at him. “Right.” You still weren’t entirely sure if you believed it, but Argyle had never lied to you before, and to start with something this fucked up would be out of character for him.
He seemed to be excited about his little adventure. You weren’t sure how in the hell he could have any positive feelings about the gruelling week he’d had, but…that was just Argyle.
After a moment, his eyes fell to his shoes as he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t call. It’s just, you know, secret government assassins on our tail and all.”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I did want to,” he continued, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “And I thought about it, like, all the time. But… but I thought that they might be able to trace the call or something, like in those spy movies you like.” He paused, finally looking up at you. “I didn’t want them finding you.”
Your heart melted at the sincerity in his voice. Even with all everything going on, he was still thinking about you.
“It’s alright,” you told him. “I was just so scared that something bad happened to you. I mean, I guess it did, so I was right, but I’m just glad you’re OK.”
He smiled, his casual Argyle smile that made you weak at the knees. “Gotta trust that gut instinct more often.”
You scoffed. “I trust my gut all the time. It’s you and Jonathan who second guess me.”
“Trust me, I won’t be second guessing any shit you say from now on.”
You couldn’t pull your eyes from him, just so overcome with gratitude and disbelief that he was sitting across from you. Safe. Even after being involved with monsters and superpowers and secret government agents. “You’re not allowed to be gone a whole week ever again,” you said. “Especially without telling me.”
Argyle laughed, throwing his head back. “I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Not without you.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, at the underlying meaning that you prayed you weren’t imagining. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
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