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?”
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.
[Buckley!Reader] You have been dating your sister’s best friend for a while, but she doesn’t know. However, that all changes when you accidentally say those three little words to him by accident.
Super Trouper
[Henderson!Reader] Your brother and his new best friend, Steve Harrington, got you tangled up in this supernatural mess. But you never thought that would mean you would be here shooting Billy Hargrove while he tried to run you over with his car.
Super Freak
[Munson!Reader] While hanging out with Steve Harrington, he sees Eddie Munson. Steve tells you about him and how he calls him Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. And you let him know that he’s out with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s sister.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
[Munson!Reader] Steve takes you out on your first date. He meets your uncle Wayne and, of course, your brother Eddie takes any opportunity to embarrass you in front of your date. But everything is worth it when you get to be alone with Steve. (Sequel to Super Freak)
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
You knew Steve Harrington was a lot of things. Handsome, brave, smart, funny, caring, etc. You could have listed a million things to describe him, but there is one word you never thought would fit him: clingy.
You Keep Me Hanging On
When you go to the Upside Down, you start noticing how Steve is acting towards his ex-girlfriend. He doesn’t seem to think that anything is wrong until he notices a certain metalhead paying you more attention than he is.
Always On My Mind
After you’re back from the UpsideDown, you and Eddie end up staying at Steve’s house. And the most unlikely person makes Steve finally realize what he needs to do before it’s too late. (Sequel to You Keep Me Hanging On)
Series
How Will I Know (Ch.2) [IN PROGRESS]
You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.
Prompts & Drabbles
Vecna’s Curse
You confess to Steve that what happened to Chrissy may be happening to you too.
The Closest Thing
Steve saves you from the bats in the UpsideDown.
Dialogues
Steve doesn’t love your relationship with Jonathan.
You and Steve find Eddie at your spot in the woods... with Chrissy.
Steve refuses to leave your side in the Upside Down.
You love going to Family Video every Friday.
Coming Soon…
How Sweet It Is
[Henderson!Reader] Your favorite part about working at Scoops Ahoy is working with your crush; Steve Harrington. Everything was going normally one day until you see the next customer in line is your ex-boyfriend with his new girlfriend and Steve noticed.
One-Shots
Love Of My Life
Eddie loves showing you all of his favorite music. But it is when you play him your favorite song that you two are finally able to confess something you had wanted to for so long.
Sweet Child O’ Mine
When you and the gang find Eddie, Dustin designates you to guard and babysit him so you can keep him company and make sure he doesn’t wander around. You have always been very nervous around him but this time, it is really worth your stay.
I Wanna Dance With Somebody
Eddie has always known that one of the main reasons why he fell in love with you is because you are the very opposite to him. So why is that now one of the things that are making him feel insecure about his relationship with you?
Teenage Dirtbag
[Henderson!Reader] Throughout your high school years, you have always tried to stay out of everyone’s way, even if some people still love making your days miserable. One day, things go a bit too far and the person who helps you is the one who has always been there for you. Eddie Munson.
Series
There Are Worse Things I Could Do (Ch.2) (Ch.3) [IN PROGRESS]
[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible. Eddie Munson.
Prompts & Drabbles
Hurt
Eddie comes to you after a Hellfire Club meeting, where he ran into Jason and his friends. (Warning: mentions of abuse)
Help You
When Eddie finds you sitting on his steps after you have been hurt, he brings you inside to clean you up and finally confess his feelings for you.
That Went Wrong
You, Eddie Munson, and your first date. What could possibly go wrong?
New Dice
Eddie thinks he knows why you’re in a bad mood today, but he was way off.
Coffee Run
Steve and Robin know that Eddie would literally do anything you ask him to.
Dialogues
You meet Eddie when you go looking for your brother, Dustin. [Henderson!Reader]
Eddie’s locked out of his house... again. [Henderson!Reader]
Eddie takes care of you when you have horrible cramps.
Eddie helps you sleep.
Eddie promises to get you out of the Upside Down when you get hurt.
You ask Eddie to be your date for your parents’ dinner party. [Harrington!Reader]
Coming Soon…
Alone Together
Eddie has always noticed you. You have always noticed Eddie. But neither one of you has ever done anything about it. Until one day, Eddie sits with you at the library and you smile at him.
One-Shots
Build Me Up, Buttercup
[Byers!Reader] You have tried to keep everything together for your family. So, you keep your nightmares and whatever PTSD you’re experiencing to yourself. Until one day, it goes too far and, surprisingly, the last person you thought could help you is there for you and builds you back up. (Warning: reader has PTSD)
Series
(500 Miles) (Ch.2) [IN PROGRESS]
[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.
Prompts & Drabbles
Braids
You ask Argyle if you can braid his hair.
Lazy Day
You have a lazy day off with Argyle.
Shortcake
Argyle tries to teach you how to hit a golf ball in the junkyard.
Nightmares
[Byers!Reader] Argyle comforts you after a nightmare.
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Argyle wants to prove to you that the cake you ruined is not that bad.
Let’s Talk About Sex
You have tried for weeks to take things to the next level with your boyfriend but he just doesn’t seems interested. So, one day, you finally break.
Shirts & Hugs
[Byers!Reader] You sneak into your basement when you hear your brother let his best friend in after he had a horrible day.
Tomato Soup & Grilled Cheese
When you get high with your best friend you let out a little more than you were expecting, but it turned out to be the best thing you could have done.
Coming Soon…
Cielito Lindo
[Byers!Reader] Argyle is staying with your family when his parents are out of town. You know he’s been feeling down because he has to celebrate his birthday without them. So, you try to do something to cheer him up. (Sequel to Build Me Up, Buttercup)
A Kind Of Magic
Bullies are something you’ve had to deal with your whole life. You try to ignore it and not let it bother you. But the moment your boyfriend sees how people made fun of you, he immediately intervenes and stands up for you. (Warning: reader gets bullied for having a learning disability)
Me Gustas Tu
When you go over to your best friend’s house after breaking up with your boyfriend, you get more than you were expecting.
No Words
[Hopper!Reader] The first time Argyle went speechless was when he met you. Ironically, he's the only person you have felt completely comfortable talking to.
Prompts & Drabbles
Peanut Butter Aisle
[Harrington!Reader] Your brother sends you to the grocery store with Billy Hargrove out of all people.
Coming Soon...
Highway To Hell
[Munson!Reader] When you are tired of your brother and your boyfriend arguing all the time, you come up with a plan that finally makes them work together and at least not murder each other.
Prompts & Drabbles
New Player
You ask Gareth if your little brother can join Hellfire
Prompts & Drabbles
Not Steve
Every time you come into Family Video, you go and talk to Steve. Robin feels heartbroken, thinking you’re just another girl that has a big crush on him. Little does she know, she is wrong. She is very wrong.
Dialogues
You’re doing everyone’s makeup around. Robin’s is your favorite. [Mayfield!Reader]
One-Shots
Stand By Me
After what happened in the Upside Down, your boyfriends, Steve and Eddie, are constantly fighting, angry at each other for acting recklessly. You’re trying to hold it together, but when your home has turned into a war zone, it suddenly becomes too much to bear. (Warning: nightmares and PTSD)
God Only Knows
You have never liked parties or big crowds. But when the Byers are back in town and moving in with Hopper and El, you are there with your boyfriends. The night doesn’t really end as well as you planned and hoped for, but Eddie and Steve are there for you. (Warning: panic attack)
Love Is A Battlefield
While in the Upside Down, you try to buy time so your boyfriends can make it out of there alive. You get hurt very badly and have to stay in the hospital for weeks. Eddie can’t come see you because he’s still wanted for murder. Steve is barely keeping it together. When you finally wake up, instead of warm hugs and smile receiving you, it’s yelling and complaints about what you did. (Warning: reader gets hurt)
Don’t Stop
Every Friday, Eddie arrives home first. Then you. Then Steve. So, when you get home one Friday and don’t get a response from Eddie, or his usual hugs, you can’t help but worry that something is terribly wrong. (Warning: use and mentions of drugs)
Another One Bites The Dust
When a guy flirts with you at a party and you tell him to back off, he still won’t budge, until you inform him that you don’t only have one, but two boyfriends.
One Of Us
Eddie and Steve were the first two people in your life that never made you feel left out or like you weren’t good enough for them. So, when they start working late or spending more time with their friends, you can’t help but start having those feeling all over again and you leave to clear your head. Your boyfriends know for a fact that you did not stop loving them, so they do whatever they need to find you and get you back to them. (Warning: reader feeling insecure)
Love Stinks
When you get stood up by your date Steve and Eddie come to pick you up at a bar after a few drinks. They think that you are upset because of the date but the main reason is not what they were expecting at all.
Prompts & Drabbles
Third Wheel
When you find out Steve and Eddie have been hanging around without you, you think they want to be in a relationship without you.
Caught
[Henderson!Reader] Your brother, Dustin, finds out about you, Eddie, and Steve, and as you suspected, it did not go so well.
Code Red
Steve and Eddie take care of you when you have a ‘Code Red’.
Insecure
You bought something for your boyfriends and you start having second thoughts about it but they convince you how much they love it.
Date Night
After coming home from a long shift, you find your boyfriends asleep on the couch when you missed yet another date.
Ice Cream
While having a great day with your boyfriends, your insecurities get the best of you when some girls point out the same flaws you’ve always hated making you doubt your relationship with them.
Dialogues
Watching a scary movie with your boyfriends.
You and Steve want to ask Eddie about the handcuffs in his room.
Your boyfriends feel a little left out when you spend too much time with Jonathan.
Your boyfriends help you during a panic attack.
Coming Soon…
A Sunday Kind Of Love
For six months, you had been fine with having a secret relationship with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. But that changes when a very special day for you approaches and you want them both by your side and for that to happen, a few rules might get broken.
Edge Of Seventeen
Against your boyfriends’ wishes, you decide it’s what’s best for everyone if you are the bait for Vecna. You stay back in the attic with Max and Lucas. Steve and Eddie try to make it back as quickly as they can but it might be too late. (Warning: reader is cursed by Vecna and gets hurt)
Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now
Everyone in your group could feel the sexual tension between you, Steve, and Eddie. Which is probably why they all ganged up and planned to have the three of you share a bed to see if you would finally admit your feelings.
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?"
Warnings: a little cussing, strict parents, grades, arguments, smoking weed, crying, comforting, angst, fluffy ending :) Y/I means your initial
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Argyle, half the time, had no idea what you and he have planned for the day when you hang out. Most of the time the two of you would just sit there talking about god knows what or smoking. That was how it goes about 70% of the time, him more than you. Today Argyle was coming over because you asked him to, he knocked on your front door and it’s one open to reveal your mother.
“Oh, hi Mrs. L/N. How are you?” He asked, trying to be polite. He knew your parents didn’t particularly like him though. They are pretty strict and Argyle is pretty chill to say the least.
“I’m doing just fine, Argyle, they’re a little busy right now. Maybe another time?” She offered, trying to shoo him off of the front porch.
“Oh well they asked to come over on the phone earlier.” He explained.
“Well, I suppose.” She decides it’s probably better if he came in anyway. You and Argyle have been friends for years now. She knows that if anyone could cheer you up and get you out of a funk, it was him.
Your father was effectively tearing you to shreds about your grades. They weren’t terrible, he just wanted more and better from you. Sometimes, a lot of the time, it became too much. Argyle was your escape. His natural goofy side comments, mannerisms, and random thoughts made things a little better for you.
It made you forget. And the weed. But you kept a stash very well hidden and your father has never found it.
Anyway, your grades weren’t that bad, but there was a C minus in science class and apparently it was unforgivable. You and your father finished the lecture from him lighting up your ass and you just stomp up the steps to your room as your mother lets Argyle in. He follows you up the steps to your room, and closes the door behind him.
“Thank god you’re here. How much of that argument did you hear?” You ask him, to be honest, Argyle didn’t need to listen to the argument to know what was being said. It has happened before, and earlier in the school day you had gotten your grades assignments back. It was one that you had been struggling with a lot, and didn’t have time to stay after school for some help.You had voiced your concerns to him at lunch after you got the paper back, knowing how your father gets on you about grades.
“To be honest, not much. I was talking to your mom.” He said, shrugging. Argyle was a very relaxed person, most of the time. Sometimes though, when he gets worked up, it’s a sight to see but it takes a lot. That’s why it’s so easy to be around him, it reminds you that there is no point in freaking out about some things.
You squinted at him, “My mom doesn’t like you.”
“Thanks for reminding me. If she doesn’t like that much, why hasn’t she yelled at me to keep your door open, hm?” She’s always on him about that. Argyle picks up something that was laying out on the desk to the side of the room, and inspects it.
“I guess she knows that I just need to cool off in private, I guess. Thank you for coming over by the way, it’s a good thing you didn’t hear some of the things he’s said.” You sigh, grabbing the thing from his hand and putting it back down on the desk. “Can I have a hug, please?” You ask him. As if he’d say no.
Argyle wraps his arms around you, and you wrap your arms around him. He gives you a big squeeze, resting the side of his face on the top of your head. Without a doubt, he gives the best hugs ever. You two fit together so nicely when you hug, resting your head on his shoulder and him resting his head on yours.
You let go of the hug, Argyle giving one last squeeze before brushing some of your hair back for a minute. It wasn’t something that he usually does. In fact, he doesn’t even know why he did it. He just knows that it felt right, and it gave him butterflies when you looked back at him. But then you turn around and plop down on your bed, laying down on your back, staring at the ceiling. Last summer, he helped you to put glowing star stickers on your ceiling. That day he wrote on one of the stars “A + Y/I” and placed it up there.
Every time you see it, it reminds you of your friendship together and how that relationship has changed over time. It also reminds you of your big fat crush on him. It’s cliche to fall for your best friend right? If it’s so wrong, why did he feel the same way you did? Of course, he’s never said anything to you. You never indicated your feelings to him anyway, so he didn’t bother. But you did indicate your feelings, he’s just not been able to pick up the hints.
Argyle plopped down on the bed too, laying down. The thought of knowing that he was always going to be there for you, no matter what, was a comforting thought. Mulling your father’s words over in your head brought fresh tears to your eyes, one escaping down the side of your face and into your ear. You reach up and wipe it away. He turned his head.
“Are you crying? Oh my god, I didn’t know the argument got that bad.” Argyle felt guilty. He felt like he should have been there. It’s not like he could have done anything, but he felt like you probably needed him there. He would have been if he wasn’t planning on what to say to you.
Argyle wanted to tell you his feelings for you so much. But he needed to know what to say. Usually, he would just let it happen, but he couldn’t this time because he didn’t want to mess it up. He was worried that he would say the wrong thing, or what he was saying would fly over your head. He just didn’t want to have to explain it, and then have it be awkward.
You sniffled, the stress getting to you now. And you nod, rolling over to face him, but he was a lot closer than you thought, and you ended up right against his side. You weren’t complaining, and neither was he. He lifts his arm and wraps it around you as you scoot even closer to lay your head on his chest. His heart beats faster, and you can hear it. You sling an arm over his middle and stay like that for a while. Your face is warm from crying, and the proximity, the dried tear stains making your cheeks feel tighter. He rubs up and down your back, and it’s the most comforting thing ever.
You look up at him, tears that are still stuck in your eyelashes fall cold now when you blink, so you wipe them away. Argyle blushes a little bit, truly realizing how close you two are right now. If you moved your head forward just a bit, your forehead would be touching his cheek. He takes a moment to think about everything he was planning on saying, and it is gone and out the window.
He clears his throat, so his next words don’t come out cracking, embarrassing himself. “Are you okay, now?” Really? Is that all he had to say right now? Apparently. You nod, and try to make a move by snuggling your head between his and his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you once again, and you sling a leg over his hips. Argyle is replaying all of the things he’s planned earlier, trying to remember them.
“Hey, I actually wanted to tell- uh to talk to you about something.” He whispers, trying not to startle you. The sun was now setting right outside your window, casting gold shadows everywhere, the dust flying around the room becoming more visible. You sit up and give him a nod to signal that you are listening now.
He sat up too, “Well… do you remember when we were hanging out in that open field one night? We had a bunch of snacks, it was like a picnic.” He let out a little laugh, it was a really fun night. In fact, it almost prompted him to tell you his feelings about you. But he backed out because he was way too high to say the right things.
You chuckle, “Yeah, we definitely got way too high that night.”
“Yeah…” he fucking forgot again. He had to improvise now. “Listen, that night, I asked you to talk about something too. But I decided not to. Just because I knew I’d probably mess it up. But I really want to tell you about it, you know? Like…” He lets out a breath. He wants to rip it off like a bandaid. Why not? Why can’t he?
“I like you. You know, like romantically. I just never knew how to say it…” He trails off.
You let out a little giggle, he looks so sincere. “Well you could have just said it like that. Or any other way, I wouldn’t have minded. Because I like you too. Romantically. I didn’t want to say anything yet because of everyone teasing us, saying we’re dating. You always denied it.”
“I only denied it because I thought you were uncomfortable with it. I never knew you felt the same.”
“Well, I do.” He takes your hand and plays with your fingers for a moment, not knowing what else to say after this.
“What should we do now?” He asks.
“Well, a few things. We could sneak out and go on a date. We could sneak out and smoke. Or we can stay in and you can help me study to redo that science assignment.” You offered up.
“I like the first two.” He smiles with a little giggle. Your heart rate picks up. A date with Argyle, finally. You tell him okay, and toss a few things into your purse, lock your bedroom door, and grab your stash.
“Oh by the way, after this, no more buying weed. You get a discount from your boyfriend.” He said with a big, proud smile.
“What boyfriend?” You joke.
“Me.”
“I don’t recall you asking me out, you only confessed.” You smirk. He stands up from the bed, mouth open. He wants to kiss you, but you’re right. And it might be too soon.
“Just come on.” He says, rolling his eyes, heading to your window for your first, official, date.
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!
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.
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.
