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“Not like that dummy,” you corrected Argyle, taking the pizza dough from his hands and showing him the correct way to knead it.
Argyle should have been watching your demonstration. Instead, he was focused on your face. Watching the way it scrunched up in concentration. He liked the wrinkle in your brow the most. He thought about kissing it. Would that get you to smile? As hot as he thought your usual grumpy demeanor was he couldn't help but wonder what your smile would look like.
“Are you paying attention?” You scowled at him and his heart danced at the sight.
“Y-yeah. ‘Course I am,” he nodded enthusiastically.
With a sigh you placed the dough onto a tray with others, wrapped it in saran wrap and handed it to him with a slight shove. He stumbled back slightly and grinned at you as he grabbed a hold of the tray.
“Put those in the fridge to proof then take over the front from Ryan. Tell him he’s on kitchen duty,” you instructed.
With one hand still on the tray Argyle saluted, “yes ma’am,” he replied on his way to the walk-in-fridge.
“Don’t call me ma’am!” You called out after him.
Once the tray was safely in the fridge he went to the front counter at the registers, freeing his long hair from the bun and hair net he had set it in and greeting the customers with his ever shining smile. The first person to approach the counter was an older man in a business suit, his gaze immediately judgmental as his eyes laid on Argyle.
“Welcome to Surfer Boy pizza! What can I get ya brochacho?” Argyle asked.
“Uh yeah,” the man began. “I’ll just get a salad.”
“Oh sorry man no-can-do. We only do pizzas! I could get you a veggie pizza though?” He offered.
The man sighed in annoyance. “Of course you have salads. I just ordered one from you guys yesterday!”
Argyle paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. As far as he knew Surfer Boy had never had salads.
“Sorry man it’s not on our menu would you—“
“What are you stupid?!” The guy snapped.
From the kitchen you could hear the commotion. You peaked out to see a man yelling at Argyle.
Argyle who never seemed to mind when you were feeling a little cross. Argyle who would share the last of his best weed with you. Argyle who always told you the dumbest jokes to make you laugh. Sweet, friendly, wonderful Argyle. Bursting from out of the kitchen you stomped over to them, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared the guy down.
“Out.” You ordered simply.
“Excuse me?” The man scoffed looking at you as if you were a piece of gum on his shoe.
“Out.”
“No, I’m going to get what I ordered!” He demanded, slapping his hand on the counter.
You leaned over the counter into the guy's face giving him a deadly stare. “I said out.”
He thought about it for only a second before he turned on his heel and left.
You turned to Argyle who was grinning wildly at you.
“What?” You asked, and he noticed the sudden change in tone of voice as you spoke much softer to him. Maybe still a little mean by some peoples standards. But he knew this was you being nice to him.
“You like me,” he beamed, barely able to contain his excitement.
You rolled your eyes, ”Just get back to work,” You said gesturing to the people still waiting in line to order.
Argyle raised a finger to them as if to tell them to wait. “Sure,” he nodded. “Once you admit you like me.”
You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes at him for a moment, scanning over his features to determine if he was being sincere or messing with you. But Argyle, even in his goofiness, was rarely insincere. “Fine, I like you. Now will you please just take the other orders?”
“Wanna go out?” He asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Do you want to go on a date with me? This weekend?”
You paused, taken aback by his forwardness. Argyle, mistaking your silence as a no deflated for a moment, “Right, sorry. I’ll get back to work.”
“Yes,” you replied quickly. “Yes I’ll go out with you. Saturday, regal theater at 8. Don’t be late,” you rushed back into the kitchen hoping he couldn’t see the smile slowly creeping up your face.
“I’ll be there!” He called out after you, his grin even wider than before.
“Did you see that?” Argyle whispered to the other person at the register with him. “My girlfriend is so hot.”
“She's not your girlfriend,” they laughed lightheartedly.
“Not yet she isn‘t.”
A/N: This was the first time I've ever written for Argyle. I hope I did him justice!! I had so much fun writing this, I love grumpy reader and argyle so much I kind of want to write more for them!! Thank you for coming to Gia's Bar of Blurbs! I hope you enjoyed your stay. Don't forget your reciept! ♥️
could you write argyle x shy!reader headcanons? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute
I may have gotten carried away 🫣 smutty headcanons under the cut.
Argyle is such a sucker for his shy girl
When he first sees you, he’s immediately dumbstruck
He’s bringing a pizza to your table of friends and rambles about god knows what
“Uh, hey, here’s your pizza. I’m, um, Argyle. If you need anything. Like napkins. I see you, uh, have napkins, but if you need more…I have napkins in the back. Of the store. There’s lots of napkins. No napkin shortage here. It’s sad for the trees but good for, uh, spills.”
He makes you smile without even meaning to
One of your friends goes up to him later and gives him your number
When he calls and asks you out, it’s more rambling where he’s trying to sound casual but utterly fails
“Do you like movies? Yeah, me, too. Oh, hey, we should see one together! Maybe Friday night, if you’re free. Or if not, that’s cool. Well, not cool because I’d be super bummed. But no pressure or anything, man. I mean, woman.”
When you accept, Argyle takes you on a date
He lets you pick the movie
He does the yawn-and-stretch, his heart beating a million miles an hour
And then you carefully snuggle into him and his brain goes HOLY SHIT
Man literally doesn’t move the entire time except to very gingerly take popcorn from the bucket you’re sharing
Once you’re officially together, Argyle introduces you to Jonathan
You’re nervous about meeting his best friend, and he calms you down
“You have nothing to worry about, princesa. Byers’ll be on his best behavior. He knows not to mess with my girl.”
(What you don’t know is that Argyle threatened to cut off Jonathan’s supply of Purple Palm Tree Delight if he made one wrong move.)
Speaking of when you get nervous, especially in social situations, Argyle is the king of forehead kisses
He just goes, “hey, look at me” and then leans in and MWAH on your forehead
Argyle always lets you braid his hair
If you’ve never smoked before, he teaches you how, never laughing when you cough
“Just a little inhale. There ya go, mi querida.”
He loves watching you get comfortable with the people he cares about
The first time you (lovingly) make fun of Jonathan, Argyle bursts out laughing
“Well, you do look like Ringo if his mom gave him a bowl cut!”
Argyle loooooves holding your hand
He always does that little thumb-rubbing thing as a way to remind you that you’re safe with him
NSFW BELOW
You’re not super into PDA, but you do love make-out sessions in the back of his van
The first time you make out with him in the back of his van, he gets really into it
Like, cums in his pants after dry humping for a few minutes
Not so dry after that
One thing Argyle did not expect is how loudly his shy girl moans
You’re breathless and squirming beneath him, arching your back as he pulls you close
When you realize how noisy you’re being, you nervously bite your lower lip, but he takes his thumb and draws your lip from under your teeth
“Even your moans are beautiful, amor. Please let me hear them.”
Always asking you what you like
“Does this feel good? Just wanna make you feel good. Fuck, I’ll do anything for you.”
His favorite is when you straddle his waist, the two of you shotgunning a joint until you’re both too giggly to smoke any more
“I’m gonna kiss those pretty little lips right off of your pretty little face. God, I love you, baby.”
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.
when eddie is high he’s a bit more clingy than usual, but for the most part he’s the same same just MUCH calmer. as i’ve said he’s more upfront and flirtatious when high, he’s like that anyways he’s just more nonchalant about it in this state. he definitely think clearer when he’s buzzed, a bit more confident and brave than what he typically is. he doesn’t move much or speak much when he’s high, he’s honestly just chilling.. hard.
he definitely it taking a trip to the supermarket before he goes too, knowing all too well how he turns into a monster when he’s got the munchies. and you’re literally looking at the cart full of snacks in shock every time, cause how is he digesting this much at once and no weight gain? and he’s spread out, slump into the couch. one of his long legs draped over the two of yours, arm spread in either side of him as you lazily feed him whatever snack he’s bought. he does get a little frisky when high but for the most part he just wants to relax and eat. sometimes he gets a random energy boost but that’s just the adhd kicking in lmao.
steve on the other hand is kind of a mess when high. when it first kicks in he just has a load of questions, which no one wants to answer. “who even thought of just randomly smoking a leaf? that’s crazy no?” and he’s really looking at you in hopes you’ll reply, but you just shrug your shoulders and that’s enough for him to move on. i believe he’s a little hornball when high, but also super sleepy if that makes sense? like he just wants to fuck then rest literally. he’s nuzzled between your legs, face down on your stomach as he peppers kisses all over it. he’s reaching up to kiss you on your lips, his kiss sloppy and slow. and he’s whining into your skin because he’s so needy, hips lightly humping into the mattress beneath him.. yeah.
argyle is obviously always high, he’s never caught sober EVER. he’s honestly chill too when high, he goes with the flow of everyone else. if steve’s asking 20 questions, he’s gonna answer the best way he can. if eddie is munching down on some shitty nachos, so is he. he also has his moments too, where all he want to do is eat you out. i’m a firm believer they all love eating pussy, but argyle will do it until his jaw is sore. i think he worse than eddie to be honest. his movements are slow, but still sort of calculated, his eyes are rolling in the back of his head before closing them shut peacefully. his hair is tied up in a low bun so it’s easier to grab and push him around the way you want. the smell, the taste, of course he’s pussy drunk esp in this state. mhm
name: dipping the pen (company ink part 2)
pairing: Argyle x Reader
word count: 1894
summary: finishing what you started in the back of Argyle's delivery van.
content/warnings: weed mentions, vaginal fingering, handjob including a bit of mouth
author's note: Here we go! Probably my quickest turnaround on writing a part 2 from nothing. I normally try to get partway through before posting. Requests are still open! I think I'll post something Eddie next.
read part one here
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You felt like you were moving through a dream, and you weren't even high this time.
You could remember the drive out to the desert, Argyle bobbing his head to the reggae drifting through the radio speakers, fingers gripping the steering wheel tight despite his otherwise calm demeanor. You could remember climbing into the back after he parked, kicking your shoes off somewhere between there and the spot you rested now. You could even remember shedding the layers of your work uniform, stripping urgently as if somehow, the surfer boy pizza logo could stop this from happening.
Despite all of that, you still weren't sure how you had gotten here, fingers buried in Argyle's dark locks as he sucked bruises into your torso.
Maybe you had gotten a contact high from being in the van, or maybe it was just that this was Argyle resting between your legs, fingers hovering dangerously close to the waistband of your panties, but everything felt stronger, somehow. More sensitive.
Every press of his lips sent electricity crackling across your skin, every scrape of teeth had you gasping for him, every soothing brush of his tongue made you melt under him. You were putty in his hands, and he was taking his sweet ass time, decorating every inch of you with kisses.
"Argyle." You weren't even sure that whine had come from you, so desperate and pleading, until he glanced up at you. His eyes were dark and hungry, lips still parted from tasting your skin, and you had to force yourself to break eye contact, lest you lose yourself in him.
"Yeah?" He asked, shifting to get a better look at your face, "Too much?"
You scoffed, reaching to pull him closer. He looked so sweet, all concern and good manners. You'd have to fix that.
"Not enough." You leaned in for a kiss and he froze for the briefest moment before falling into you. His weight forced you back against the blankets on the van floor and he flashed a brief, apologetic smile before leaning forward, his lips finding yours again, and then again, and then again.
He started soft, gentle, experimental as he tested the way his lips fit against yours, but quickly grew hungry, desperate, kissing your mouth open so he could slide his tongue against yours, moaning at the taste of your mouth.
The dark curtain of his hair fell around your face and for that moment, there was nothing but you and him, desperately kissing like everything depended on it. You could feel his cock pressing insistently against your thigh, his fingers hovering nervously at your hip, unsure of their next move even as you wrapped one arm around his neck to pull him closer, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth.
With your free hand, you grabbed his hand and pushed it against your hip, sliding it down until two fingers slipped just beneath the lace of your panties. He got the message this time, shifting just enough to give himself space to move. Your breath caught in your throat as he slid his hand further down, fingers ghosting against your folds to find his bearings before finally actually touching you.
You weren't sure if his moan or yours was louder as he slid two fingers through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting.
"Oh shit." His voice was strained, desperate. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, taking a deep breath as his fingers kept moving.
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Argyle felt like he was on the sweetest high he'd ever had, and he hadn't even smoked since the joint the two of you shared earlier that afternoon. The way you whined in his ear when he slid just one finger into your impossibly warm pussy made him hot all over, mind racing with all the things he could do to make you react that way again.
It was normal that his brain got all fuzzy around you, but this was the worst yet. He wasn't sure he'd know his own name if it didn't escape your lips when his thumb found your clit. And would that be the worst thing? Just losing himself in the warmth of you as you writhed beneath him, hips tilting as you whispered that you wanted more. He didn't need a name if it wasn't spilling from your desperate mouth.
When he lifted his head to gauge your reaction to him slowly adding a second finger, he was rewarded with the sight of you throwing your head back, lips parted to release a throaty moan, back arched, breasts nearly spilling from your bra, skin flushed with either exertion or the california heat. Whoa.
He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but then your eyes were on him again, watching his face as he fucked you with his fingers, curling them inside you to find the spot that would make you say his name again and then curling into it again once he found it.
You pleaded for him not to stop and he would've done anything for you, especially as you palmed his cock through his jeans, his name still on your lips all honey sweet. He almost lost it like there, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forced down the waves of sensation threatening to overtake him.
You whined at the loss as he pulled out of you, nearly choking on the sound when both slick fingers found your clit instead, tracing slow circles on your already sensitive bud that had you gasping, scrambling for purchase, curling in on yourself.
"You sound so pretty." Argyle said, his voice distant as he struggled to keep up his tempo as he lost himself in the sight of you.
"Fuck, please. Argyle, don't fucking stop." You sobbed, biting down on your own knuckle like that would be enough to keep the sensation away. Like the blanket balled up in one hand would stop the pressure mounting in your core. Like anything could stop you from racing closer, closer, closer still as Argyle worked your clit with his fingers, lips parted as he watched you come apart beneath him.
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It wasn't one particular movement that did it. Your body was wound so tightly, your mind so full of Argyle and nothing else, that everything exploded all at once, a high, keening moan rushing from your lips, pushed along by a string of curses and moans that sounded an awful lot like Argyle's name. He didn't stop, fingers moving slower to usher you through your orgasm and you had to grab his wrist to stop him from taking you too far too fast.
You were trembling as you pulled his fingers from your panties, a ruined laugh falling from your lips at how utterly he had taken you apart with nothing but his hand. And you had waited so fucking long on some stupid principle that you couldn't even put words to right now. Not when Argyle was tasting his fingers, your juices smearing slightly on his lips as he hummed his approval. Not when you were struggling with the button on his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down with no grace. Not when you were pulling his cock out, tongue darting out to wet your lips involuntarily at the pre-cum smeared across the head.
"Oh shit." Argyle watched you with wide eyes, his cock moving slightly in your hand as he tensed reflexively at the sight of you on your knees next to him. "I'm not gonna make it, man."
You laughed, the sound surprising and bright in the heavy atmosphere of the van, and you had to kiss him. You surged forward, stretching across his body to find his lips. It was sloppy and wet and he still tasted like you, but goddamn it was perfect. He kissed you back easily this time, one hand resting against your lower back to keep you steady.
"Maybe I don't want you to make it." He groaned at that, eyes closing instinctively as your hand once again found his cock between your bodies.
You started pumping slowly, your lips finding his neck as he moaned under you, bucking his hips up into your hand. He was already lost in you, eyes squeezed tight, teeth grit, fingers roaming your body.
"Shit, you're--." He was right, he wasn't going to make it. Not when you spit in your hand to lube him up, twisting your wrist as you pumped his cock. Not when he could still faintly taste you on his lips.
You lifted off of him, moving back down between his legs so you could watch as you stroked his cock, admiring the way the muscles in his lower stomach and thighs clenched as he tried to hold off his own orgasm for as long as possible.
"You're so cute when you're trying to be stubborn." You cooed, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh that made him inhale sharply.
Argyle tried to last, he really did, but you had riled him up so much earlier that day and you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes, and he just... fuck. You leaned over him, flashed him a sweet smile, and then took the head of his cock in his mouth as you continued stroking, moaning around his girth.
That was all it took. Argyle made a strangled sound, his entire body tensing beneath you as you milked his cock with your hand and mouth, swallowing all of him eagerly until his breath came in shakily and he had to push you away.
You dropped into the spot next to him, neither of you speaking as he struggled to recover. His lips were puffy from kissing, eyes closed, hair mussed from pulling it himself as you drew him to the edge. You wanted to kiss him again, and so you did, leaning over and pressing a lazy kiss against his swollen lips.
He laughed, the sound sweet in your ears, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest like it was where you belonged.
"Dude, you totally wrecked me." He said, like it was a casual topic of discussion. Like he hadn't been fucking you on his fingers for the first time only minutes before. Like you did this all the time. You laughed and he kissed you again, lingering for longer than he should for someone who was just a coworker that very morning.
"You can show me up next time, hmm?" You teased, bumping his nose with yours.
"Next time?" The way he smiled at you made your heart squeeze in your chest. He was so soft, hopeful, so undeniably gorgeous. You had to kiss him again, taking your time to memorize the press of his lips against yours, the hand pressed against your lower back, the goofy grin when you pulled away.
"Well I'm not paying for weed after this."
He laughed again and you savored the warmth of it maybe a little bit more than you should, eyes lingering on his lips for longer than you normally would allow yourself, fingers reaching up to play with the long locks of his hair in the way that would've only been a fantasy before today. Maybe it was okay for him to be more than a coworker. It was Argyle, after all.
summary: Usually Argyle comes late at night to sneak Jonathan out to smoke, but tonight he knocks on your window.
WARNINGS: just cussing <3
a/n: i literally was smiling throughout writing this while things to the point where my cheeks hurt :/. I hate being delusional. Also, I don't really know how fluff works so if this gets your feet kicking, let me know.
Ever since you and your family moved to California, you’ve always had each other. If someone needed help in a subject, you guys would confide in eachother. Jonathan though was the successful one and actually made a friend. Argyle. You thought he was super nice and honestly wanted to get to know him more. Yet, those two were inseparable sometimes. The only time you didn’t see him is when it was time for bed. Yet, in the morning you knew they were together at night when Jonathan would wake up smelling like pot. Poor Will had to wake up to Jonathan sneaking back in yet again.
Except for tonight, Argyle knocked on your window. El fortunately didn’t hear it. You were up studying for some test you had on Monday. You walked up to the window opening it, coming face to face with him.
“Hi.” He whispers, he looks nervous. Argyle was just staring you down not knowing where to go from here.
“You know Jonathan’s room is the other window right?” You as you mindlessly point to whichever side it is.
“I’m not here for Jonathan, dude.” He says rubbing his hands together. This whole encounter is starting to get weird. You cocked your head to the side like a bird waiting for an answer.
“I want to take you out.” He mumbles. This was surprising to say the least. You beam to the thought of him coming all this way for you. You look at El, sleeping in her bed. Then it hit you.
“I’m still in my pjs though!”
“Dude, don’t worry about it. We’re probably gonna pick up something to eat and then just chill.” He reassures.
“But–”
“Don’t. Worry.” He says putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down from this
“Give me a second.” You tell him, you went to grab your bag filled with essentials and turned off the lamp light. Argyle was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the window. You reach the window and stealthily go through, hoping to not make much noise. He helps you as much as he can. Once out you straighten yourself up, patting down any sort of dust off of your sweat pants. Argyle watches you swat the dust off and waits for you.
“Let’s go, dude!”
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If there is one thing about Argyle, it’s that he’s true to his word. The two of you went to go pick up some greasy burgers and as soon as you guys got your food, he took you to a beautiful scenery. It was in the mountains, watching over the little town of Lenora. It was breathtaking. The two of you sat in comfortable silence watching the streets from a far. The van side door was open, allowing the two of you to sit next to each other to watch the tiny town.
“Argyle,” You say, taking a sip from your drink, “what was the purpose of all of this?”
“What? I can’t hang with my favorite Byers?” He says, giving you a little push.
“Favorite? Yeah, right.” You give a little chuckle to show your amusement.
“Yeah, my favorite!”
“Argyle, you barely know me.”
“This is me trying to get to know more of you, man.” He says as he tosses his wrapper in the car. “Is it working?” He asks, drinking the rest of his drink.
“Well, tell me. What do you know about me?” You say putting down your cup and face towards him.
“Well, I know that you have a family—”
“Really? Do I!” You kid.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished,” he says as he playfully pushes you again “, as I was saying, before I was interrupted. You have a family, a kind one. The kind of family that will take anyone in, no matter the situation. You love your family too. It’s like a little creepy how far you would go for your family. Like this one time, Jonathan told me this story about how you fought some sorta dog with this one dude to protect something, I don’t really remember.”
“To be fair, that wasn’t a normal dog!” You quickly shout.
“Yeah, okay, well someone should get PETA on you, asap.” He huffs. It was your turn to playfully slap him.
“Hey, man. I’m just saying! If I heard you, dog, and bat in the same sentence, obviously I’m gonna be worried. That’s like grade-a psycho behavior.”
“So, I’m a psycho too?”
“Dude.”
“Okay, I’m sorry– I’ll stop with the accusations.” You say pulling your hands up.
“Good! Okay, back to what I was saying! You have this sorta at-home vibe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You say tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Well, when I’m with you, I feel calm. Like I’m at home.” He says, turning towards you. The air around the two of you feels euphoric. It’s calm and sweet and you honestly had your breath taken away.
“Or something like that, I don’t know. It’s just an observation or something like that, I think.” Argyle stutters out. You smile from ear to ear, watching Argyle trying to play it off.
“Well, can I tell you what I think about you?” You say placing your hand over his. Argyle looks down at the hand touch and nods.
“I think you're super sweet. I’m happy my brother got to meet such a nice guy and I’m happy that our family was able to make you feel comfortable. I also love your hair, by the way. It’s like super pretty and each time I see you i just want to play with it but, like, I obviously stop myself because that’s an invasion of privacy and I totally understand–”
“You can play with it, I don’t mind.” He cuts you off. You smile up to him and blush a bit.
“I also think that you're hilarious. I hate to say it but your dumb jokes always put a smile on my face. Ugh– it’s so dumb sometimes!” You say covering your eyes, thinking about the stupid fart joke he cracked.
“Hey, my jokes are not dumb! They’re perfect!”
“Yeah, perfectly stupid.” You laugh out loud. Argyle sits there, showing how his ‘feelings are hurt’.
“This sucks, I come over to try to give you a good night and I’m getting bullied. You know what, Will might be my favorite now.” He says crossing his arms trying to not let the smile on his face show even more.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” you say grabbing your side “, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, it just came out.” You’re hunched over trying to breathe, that’s when Argyle takes you by surprise.
“I also think you look pretty.” He whispers. For some reason, he thought he said that in his head but it came out by surprise. You blush at the comment and look up at him.
“What?” You say smirking.
“I said you look shitty.” He blurts out. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, that one sends you over. You're gasping for air trying to breathe from laughing. You could even feel tears forming. Argyle watches you laugh and decides to join in.
“God, I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” He asks as the two of you finally calmed down.
“Fucked up, majorly. It’s okay, though, it’s sweet.” You say wiping a tear or two.
“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look shitty too.”
“It makes me feel amazing.”
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As the night finally came to an end, Argyle finally took you back home. As you reached your window, you turned back to him. The cold chilly air surrounds the two of you so you need to get this out of the way. He helped you climb back through the window and waited for you to be comfortable.
“Thank you for the night, Argyle.” You whisper, holding yourself to get a bit warmer. A rush of confidence fills your veins and you kiss his cheek. Argyle stays there completely still like a board. “Get home safe, Argyle.” You say as you finally close the window.
“Yeah, of course, I’ll get home safe. I’ll get home super safe, you don’t have to worry about me.” He stutters as he watches you close the window. Through the closed window you wave him goodbye and he finally makes his way back to his van with a smile that won’t leave his face until he’s knocked out. As you watch him leave, you hear the lamp light click.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Your eyes wide open as you turn around to see your mom sitting next to a very worried El.
I feel like Argyle’s aura looks like rays of actual sunshine also I want his dick in me 🥺
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I FELT THIS ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL
I feel like Argyle just has this naturally soft and welcoming look to him? He makes me feel like I'm looking at the sun and I love it <3
I'm not sure if this adds to the appeal of Argyle but knowing he's the stoner friend and smokes as much as me makes me wanna give him the most toe curling, eye rolling, whimpering and moaning, lip biting head of his goddamn life. I'm saying this as I'm super fucking high right now lmao
but here's some headcanons I have for Argyle <3
(i didn't proof read any of this and i'm sorry if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, again i'm high as shit rn)
NSFW HEADCANONS FOR ARGYLE
i've said this once and i'll say it again, but argyle would love taking his time with his partner. he could spend so long between his partners legs. he's determined to make you have the most mind numbing orgasm possible.
he has such an oral fixation it's insane. he always has to have his mouth be doing something whether it be making out with you, eating you out, giving you hickeys, sucking your tits, his mouth needs to be pleasuring you somehow.
one thing he tends to do a lot that's super sweet tho? when he's super high and if there's any type of small lull, he'll just softly laugh a little and cover your face, lips, neck, where ever he can in super soft kisses
he makes the PRETTIEST noises oh my god
lots of moaning and panting, not a ton of whimpers normally, but when he's about to cum, he tends to whimper a lot. it's like a reward
he is pretty loud or talkative during sex. it's mainly just a lot of swearing and "you feel so good" or "you're so pretty/handsome" etc
high sex is the norm. sober sex? he's tried it once just to make sure it wasn't as good as high sex and that's it, he never tried again
he loves his partner's body no matter what it looks like. he just likes the fact that his partner is his partner
he loves praise. giving it, receiving it, everything having to do with praise, he loves so much.
i'm not sure if anyone else would find this cute, but argyle is always listening to music and during sex is definitely on the table. mainly just to add another layer of noise to make sure no one hears you two. he tends to not know how loud he's being when he's super high, which is often to be fair
another thing about argyle? he's SO GOOD with aftercare
he'd be giving so much sweet talk after sex. a lot of soft touching and cuddling, it comes super natural to him <3
he'd run his hands up and down the sides of your body too, just admiring it whenever you two lay there together after
Includes:soft smut | gn! reader | reader is described as curvy/thicc | drug use |
inspo:@munson-blurbs
btw, I don’t know how to roll blunts, so I’m trying my best. Let me know if I get anything wrong tho.
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dea:argyle recommends a new way to roll blunts,that doesn’t only include hands.
Argyle had three favorite things in the whole world,including you,weed, and your ass, so it didn’t come as a shock to you when he wanted to include all three.
A while ago, he told you about one of his fantasies, rolling blunts on your ass, and today he wanted to use it. You two were currently at your house,and since your parents were out for the night, you’d be alone for a good while. And to put that time to use, you decided to watch a movie,you were currently tangled into one another, your head on his chest,and your legs tangled into each other. His hands were rested on your ass and thighs,roaming all over the plump flesh, slightly squeezing it every so often,and the squishing brought his fantasy to the surface.
While you were focused on the TV, gently playing with his hair while trying to braid it, he cleared his throat, before he began to speak. “Baby, remember that thing I told you about?” He asked you,puffing some smoke out his mouth from his blunt. “Yeah why?” You responded, taking the blunt out from his hand and taking a puff as well. The low humming of the TV and the affects of the purple palm tree delight almost made you pass out, until you heard his voice once again.
“Wanna try it?” He asked you,patting your head to get your attention. “Sure, go ahead”, and with that he picked you up by your hips,placing you over his lap. Your stomach and lower half was placed over his lap as you laid horizontally, your legs dangled onto the rest of the bed. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay baby” he said, rubbing soothing lines down your thighs and calves, before slapping the fat of your ass.
You slightly jolted from the slap, causing a light chuckle to crawl out your boyfriends throat. He took a sheet of the paper, as well as some scissors, and cutting a strip of paper. He took some weed,slowly forming the the blunt, soft fingers caressing the swell of your flesh. He took the newly formed blunt,lighting it,and putting it in between his lips. As he puffed out the smoke, he began to fondle your cheeks,pinching you cheeks and fondling the flesh between his fingers.
You continued to watch the movie, as he handed you the blunt, you than took a hit, before passing it back to him
