#argyle x fem!reader smut

[cherrycolored-punk]

for softember could you do argyle with the prompt “You look really good in my clothes.” and have it be smut? thank u!!

fight the feeling - argyle x fem!reader

author’s note: thank you for requesting this, it was so much fun writing for Argyle for the first time and to get my first ever request 😭 I hope this is what you were looking for and that you love it as much as I loved writing it xx

also big thanks to @trashmouth-richie and @rebelfell for helping me brainstorm this lil’ blurb 🥹🧡 I would still be staring at a blank doc if it weren’t for their big brains

w/c: 4.5k

warnings: smut (protected p in v), oral (Argyle receiving), fingering. Please let me know if I forgot anything 🍂

‼️ THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI ‼️

In the midst of fall, you wouldn’t be able to tell the season has changed in Lenora Hills. Palm trees stand tall amongst the evergreens and push into the cloudless night sky. The only indication that autumn has arrived is the chill in the breeze, the weather dipping to cooler temperatures each night. 

Tonight is the coldest so far. 

The breeze chases your fleeing frames as you and Argyle race up the stairs to his apartment. His butterscotch skin bitten red along the expanse of his exposed arms, turning a bright cherry as he rubs his wide palms over them. Impatiently waiting for you to open the door with the keys he’d given you at the start of the night, the dress he wore didn’t have pockets.

“Hurry up,” he grumbles, nudging you gently.

You look at him over your lashes, the breeze blowing the long black wig squeezing your skull into your face.

“No one told you to wear that dress,” you tease, giving him a once-over. 

He’s outfitted in a baby blue, daisy-printed dress with white reeboks. His long, dark brown hair is braided in two pigtails on either side. His impression of you this Halloween…or so he said. You don’t dare argue how accurate you think it is.

“I just chose something I thought you’d wear,” he quips.

“That’s a summer dress,” you tease and open the door. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize dresses had seasons,” he scoffs as he follows you and closes the door behind him. 

His apartment smells distinctly of him. The scent his clothes always have when he pulls you in for a hug. Bergamot, with a hint of jasmine and sandalwood. In the warm, manufactured air, the soft scent of the pumpkin and vanilla candle you’d gifted him mingles. It makes the place feel cozier, like a warm blanket being wrapped around your shoulders.

“Pretty sure it’s common sense that spaghetti straps are for the summer,” you continue, making yourself at home as you rifle through his cabinets in an attempt to find something to satiate your hunger.

He falls silent, his eyes tracing over your face and down the clothes you wear. 

It’s an outfit you thrifted to match his aesthetic, his clothes. A pair of light wash jeans, a wildly patterned top over a plain white shirt, and Adidas to match. You went over the top with the wig and snatched his favorite hat to top it off.

It’s like looking in a mirror. Trippy and throws him a little off balance. 

He can’t help the butterflies that take flight in his abdomen.

There’s something about seeing you in such similar garb that makes his mind wander, imagining what you’d look like in other things he owned. A white t-shirt, no bra or a pair of his boxers, no top. His thoughts quickly spiraling to how your skin would feel beneath his fingertips. Soft as he traced lines up your legs and beneath the fabric of the boxers he’d lend you. Skin smelling sweet like cinnamon. 

“Earth to Argy,” you wave a hand in the air, and only then does he realize he’s been staring.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and averts his gaze, but you don’t miss how his cheeks blossom red.

“I said that I think we should order pizza, and I know someone who can still get us a pretty sweet discount at the best place in town,” your words are laced with a plea, and he shakes his head. 

“Y-yeah, I can call them,” he nods.

“Don’t forget,” you stop in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders as though your next words hold the weight of the world, “pepperoni, pineapple, and jalapeños.”

He nods, a grin slotting into place as he looks at you. The only reason you even like that combination is because he introduced it to you. 

“How could I forget? That’s my order, dude,” he teases, reaching for the landline on the counter behind you. 

His body presses into yours briefly, the heat radiating from him and zipping to your core. You can’t help but stare at the length of his neck, hooded eyes watching how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and imagining the sounds he’d make if you planted your lips on the sensitive spot near his ear.

“Did you want anything else?” He questions, already dialing the number. Oblivious to the longing shining in your eyes or how you swallow harshly as you straighten your shirt. 

“Uh, no. Get whatever,” you shrug and point a thumb over your shoulder. “I’m just going to take a shower.” 

A cold shower. 

You press an absent hand on his forearm as you scoot past him.

“Coolio,” he nods, ”Just don’t use all of my soap like before,” he tries to joke, but his voice is strained, affected by the slight touch, and god, how can you not know what you do to him?

You stick your tongue out at him as you walk backward and to his bathroom. 

A total brat, he thinks, but even that is shrouded in some rose-colored haze. Affection clouding his thoughts.

He waves you off with an absent hand, purposefully averting his attention so he isn’t caught staring again.

You manage to appear casual, like you’re not still thinking about his body pressed against yours, until the bathroom door is closed and your back is pushed against it. You turn your head, a caricature of Argyle stares back at you in the mirror, questioning what the fuck you’re doing. 

He’s your best friend. 

Panic sets in, and you slam your eyes shut, chin tilting to the ceiling.

Over the years, you’d managed to push down any thoughts of your crush, but the feelings you’d long ignored were now rearing their ugly head. 

Vivid images of tangling your fingers in his hair, the plush of his lips pressed to yours, or how his hands would feel venturing over the curves of your body, gripping and kneading.

White hot need zips through you, and you let out a frustrated sigh. He’s just a friend, your best friend, and best friends don’t think about kissing or groping or how they’d feel inside you. 

You push off the door as the thoughts begin to spiral and reach a hand into the shower, ensuring the water is ice cold.

Quickly, you strip down and step into the frigid water—all thoughts of Argyle circling the drain along with the globs of soap you use. 

——

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from the shower, body still buzzing with need but not as loud as before. 

Argyle sits on the couch, hair hanging in waves from his undone braids, and his dress is exchanged for his usual garb: a pair of checkered parachute pants and an oversized Jimi Hendrix t-shirt.

Two boxes of pizza sit unopened on the coffee table, their aroma filling the living room. Basil, garlic, and the subtle sweetness of the pineapple.

“It’s already here?” You question, stomach grumbling and laser-focused on getting a slice.

He glances up, tracing his eyes over your now-exposed legs. Unable to fight the way his jaw goes slack when he sees you wearing a pair of boxers and the white shirt from before.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up at him with a face twisted in confusion. 

“What? It’s all I had,” you shrug, suddenly self-conscious, and play with the hem of the boxers you’d bought for the costume.

He’s still quiet, gawking as you settle beside him on the lumpy green couch he’d gotten from Salvation Army. 

“Stop staring. I know I look dumb,” you grumble, and it’s as if he’s just realized you’ve been speaking. 

“Not at all,” he shakes his head and turns to face you, “I think you look really good in my clothes,” he teases.

Though the words might be a joke, your heart still slams against your ribcage, and all you can do is roll your eyes to hide the effect they have on you.

“They’re not even your clothes,” you say weakly.

“Doesn’t matter, you look good,” he responds without missing a beat, the words fumbling from his mouth before he can think better of it. His hands itch to reach out and touch you, still wondering if you’re just as soft as he’s always imagined.

A moment passes, a charged silence filling the room as you try to process what he said because there’s no way he meant it the way you want him to.

“Shut up,” you nudge his head.

As you pull away, his hand reaches out. Gentle fingers circling your wrist.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you look back at him, slightly flustered. 

“What are you doing?” You all but whisper, and it feels like you’re running a fever under his gaze. His molten honey eyes filled with sweetness and an emotion you’d never seen. At least not directed at you. 

“I just,” he starts, but he’s distracted, unable to finish a sentence. His gaze flicks to your lips, and he licks his own

His eyes drift back to meet yours, measuring your response and making sure you want this, too. 

Even though you shouldn’t. 

God, you know you shouldn’t.

He’s your friend, he’s your friend, he’s your friend.

The two of you lean in, resembling two magnets unable to resist the pull. The rest of the world begins to fade, all coherent thought silenced by the overwhelming need to kiss him, and you can tell he feels it, too.

He reaches a hand forward and cups your jaw, a thumb resting on your chin as he pulls you closer. 

You tilt your head, breath catching in your throat as you anticipate the kiss. His mouth hovers above yours, the seconds ticking slower, and your eyes flutter shut. You’re sure you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Goosebumps sprout along your arms when lips finally press to yours, soft and sweet. Argyle takes his time, memorizing how your bottom lip curls into a smile beneath the kiss and dedicating the sound of your eager sighs to memory.

His other hand reaches out and holds your hip, fingers spread wide. The warmth of his palm felt through the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

Electricity courses through your veins as the kiss intensifies, and you wrap a hand around the back of his neck. Fingertips curling in his hair as the other pulls him closer by the front of his shirt. Hesitant lips now hungry for more. 

Your tongue slides along his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Needing to taste him. 

The soft flesh of his tongue slides against yours, a small groan escaping his lips at the sensation. His grip on your hip tightens as he leans back against the couch's cushion, pulling you along. You willingly climb into his lap. Lips still latched to his in a frenzied kiss. It’s no longer sweet. It’s teeth and tongue—an untamed need. 

Your fingers knot into the long locks as you give a tentative roll of your hips, pulling softly. Sighing into his mouth when you feel the evidence of his growing arousal push against your clothed center. 

Argyle groans louder than before. Losing himself in your touch and the warmth coming from your aching cunt.

His hands cup your ass, fingers digging into the fat of it as he guides your hips against his hardening dick.

There’s nothing but primal need coursing through your veins, and you lose yourself in it.

You pull away, already reaching for the hem of his shirt and pushing it up with a silent question in your eyes.

Is this okay?

He nods, helping you lift it.

The shirt gets tangled in his limbs as you try to lift it over his head, and you can’t help but chuckle at his display.

“So graceful,” you tease, lifting it over and off. 

His hair is in disarray, strands standing on end and tangled. He smiles at you as you rub your palms up his torso, electricity shooting from the skin of his abdomen into your hands.

You don’t hide how you admire him, tracing his familiar frame with new eyes. A gaze that can openly appreciate the softness of his abdomen and the hair lining his chest. His skin dotted with tiny freckles.

“Shut up,” he tries to admonish, voice filled with affection. His hands grip either side of your hips as you lean closer. Looking for a hint of doubt.

Was it a one-time kiss? 

A lapse in judgment?

The way his fingers grip your hips as your lips ghost over his says otherwise. 

You gently swipe the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip, teasing. Taking your time. A soft nip of your teeth and a slight tug until it’s too much. 

He raises his hand, holding your face close, and his mouth is on yours again. Kiss less hesitant than the first, more confident with every push and pull. You get lost in it. Hands pressed against his bare skin as your hips roll of their own accord. Seeking friction and finding his hardened arousal once again. He moans into your mouth, a delicious sound that makes your core ache with need. You test the waters, grinding against him with a little more purpose. Sliding up the length of his clothed erection, humming as it catches your bundle of nerves just right. But you need more, and you pull away. Lust-filled eyes taking him in.

“Do you have a condom?” 

Argyle’s eyes widen, and he stills, his thoughts trying to catch up with your question but his silence feels like uncertainty.

“I-if you want to, I mean,” you say weakly, and he’s already nodding.

“I want to,” he says with conviction, already pushing you off his lap and reaching into one of the drawers of the coffee table.

“Oh my god, you keep condoms in your living room?” You tease him to conceal the way your stomach flips, how your nerves are starting to creep in.

“You don’t?” 

Your mouth opens to respond, words cut off when he fishes a Trojan out and looks at you with his cinnamon eyes. Cheeks blushed and lips bruised—the sight of him making your stomach do somersaults.

Tiny sparks of electricity bubble in the air as the tension grows, and you grab the condom from him. One hand grips the foil, and the other traces a line down his abdomen, holding his gaze as they inch lower until they stop at the tops of his pants. 

You push an eyebrow up in a question, already knowing the answer. A satisfied smile playing on your lips as he shifts to help take the fabric off. 

Anticipation stirs in your stomach, your mouth watering to see what he looks like after feeling him through his pants, and you can’t help the small moan that escapes when his cock jumps free. 

He’s bigger, thicker, than you’d imagined on those nights when you were knuckle deep, one hand on your tit and his name on your lips.

His tip shines with precum, the sight making your mouth water and you lean closer. Argyle watches you with hooded eyes, one hand gripping the couch and the other creating a path down your back until he’s gripping your ass.

You stick out your tongue, tracing over the angry vein lining the underside of his shaft. Taking your time as you inch up and to his tip. Tongue swirling along the mushroom head and collecting the pearly liquid, savoring the taste of his tangy arousal as it sticks to your tongue. 

A satisfied hum catches in your throat as you wrap your lips around his head, inching down his length and bobbing back off. Building up his need, enjoying the way his hips buck and chase your mouth. You slap his cock against your tongue, allowing saliva to collect and dribble down until his hardened arousal is coated. Drool dripping into his balls. You look up, a satisfied smirk slotting into place when you see the look in his eyes. How his gaze is darkened with need. Slowly, you begin to stroke him, starting up and going down. Watching him as you wrap your lips back around his tip and gently suck, tongue swirling as you do.

His head falls back with a loud groan, no longer able to conceal his mounting pleasure. You inch him further into your mouth until he sits in the back of your throat. 

Your movements are slow and deliberate. Lifting your head up and down with your hand following. With each bob of your head, you increase your pace. Enjoying how his hand grips your hair, holding you to him but not pushing you down. Watching with eager eyes as you gag around his cock, lines of saliva coating your knuckles with every dip of your head.

He releases the grip on your ass, and you all but whine until you feel the tips of his fingers push under the boxers you wear. Your movements still, attention focused on the way his fingers trace up the cheek of your ass and parts your center.

You moan around his cock, cunt clenching at the thought of him stretching you with one of his digits. 

Argyle swipes his middle finger along your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you are. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, collecting your nectar.

His finger presses against your sensitive nub, a soft swirl that has you keening. Hips pushing against his hand and chasing the slowly mounting pressure. 

You start sucking him more sloppily, gagging as you take him deeper. Ass pressing into his hand in a silent plea. His finger traces back up, nudging your entrance.

Argyle sucks in a breath as your pussy pulls him in, walls wrapping around his digit.

“Holy fu-” he sighs as you moan around his cock, stilling for a moment. Attention focused as his finger slides in and out of you, teasing you as you teased him. 

You wiggle your hips, needing more, and he obliges. Adding another finger, the sweet stretch makes you groan. The pace of his fingers grows until the sound of your squelching pussy fills the room. 

Your mouth matches the pace he sets, sucking his dick with a new intensity as he curls his fingers and fucks them into you. 

“Oh my god,” you mewl, mouth still wrapped around his dick.

He pulls them from you suddenly, pulling you up from his cock before you can whine from the loss and onto his lap. His mouth is on yours in a fierce kiss, hands pushing your shirt up and pulling apart to take it off. 

Argyle pauses, breaths coming in quick succession as he stares at you. Ogling the curve of your breasts. He glances up, holding your gaze as he reaches a hand out to trace over them. Enjoying the way you shiver under his touch, nipples pebbling in response to his warm hands as they cup your heavy flesh. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, looking back down and pressing a kiss to your sternum, “like a fucking angel.” 

The compliment makes heat spread to your cheeks, and you curl his hair around your finger.

“You’re pretty cute,” you shrug, in an effort to be nonchalant. Teasing him as you always had, but even to your ears, the words sound different. Loaded with the affection you’d always had for him and could no longer hide.

He smiles up at you, a wide and goofy grin that takes up his whole face. The kind you only saw when he was really happy. 

“Pretty cute, huh?” He questions from between your breasts. He reaches up and teases your nipple between his fingers, tugging gently and watching the way your eyebrows marry in the middle. 

You nod, using his chest to hold your weight up above his cock, and you curse that you are still wearing bottoms.

As though he can hear your mind, he traces his hands down your back and to the elastic of your boxers. He inches them off of you, and you maneuver them off until you’re bare in front of him. 

There’s a charged silence between you as the seconds tick by. The weight of your need almost suffocating, and you reach out a nervous hand for the condom. Argyle grabs it from you and tears it open with his teeth, pulling the rubber from the foil to quickly roll it onto his length.

“Coolio,” he chuckles, but it sounds strangled, and grabs your waist with nervous hands. 

You rest one hand on his shoulder and reach the other between your bodies, lining his length up with your entrance. 

His grip on your waist tightens as you begin to sink onto him, a loud moan escaping your lips as you begin taking him inch by inch. Argyle’s thick cock stretches you, a delicious burn that makes your teeth sink into your bottom as he bottoms out inside you. 

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans, leaning you back so he can really look at you. His brown eyes trace your face and down your frame before stopping where the two of you are connected. You can feel his dick bounce inside of you at the sight and gasp. 

You raise your hips, lifting off of him and back down in slow motions as you continue to adjust to his size. His hands remain on your hips, guiding you up and down. Only picking up pace once he realizes you’re ready. 

Your hips swirl as you sink back down, enjoying how his face contorts in pleasure and the moan that vibrates in his chest. You continue to ride him, leaning into his chest as you bounce up and down his shaft. The lewd sound of your ass slapping against his thighs spurring your movements. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he encourages, fingertips squeezing your ass. “Ride ‘em, cowboy,” he jokes, and you swat his chest playfully with a roll of your eyes.

“Shut up,” you gasp between heavy breaths, a smile on your lips.

Argyle lifts his hips to meet yours and grips your ass tight as his cock drills into you at a brutal pace. He watches the way your tits bounce, how you throw your head back and moan.

His name is on your lips like a mantra as pleasure courses through your body. You reach a hand down to your clit, rubbing circles against the bud that has you bucking forward as you chase your release. 

Before you have time to process, he has you on your back and legs spread wide. Cock still plunged deep into your pussy. His lips are on yours, hungry and needy as he thrusts into you. His pelvic bone jutting just right against your clit with every thrust. 

He groans into your mouth, hips stuttering but not slowing as he continues to fuck into you. Reveling in the way your pebbled breasts feel bouncing against his chest.

“Argyle,” you moan, nails digging into his back. 

“Are you close, beautiful?” he gasps, his hair falling around you like a curtain.

The pressure in your center builds, toes curling as you get closer and closer to the edge. He pushes away, rolling his hips into you and reaching between your bodies. Argyle rubs a thumb against your clit, mean circles that make your back arch and eyes slam shut as the pleasure begins to course through you.

It’s like a tidal wave, pleasure dragging you down until nothing else exists except the pulsing in your center. His pace doesn’t slow, hips pushing into yours. Thumb still circling your bundle of nerves until your legs begin to shake. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, pulling him back against you. The weight of his body on yours adding to your pleasure.

Argyle groans, and you feel his body still. Bucking into you once more as the orgasm washes over him. 

Your name is on his tongue in soft whispers, and you trace the goosebumps sprouting along his arms.

Seconds pass, the only sound of your heavy breaths as each of you tries to come down to earth.

“What was that?” you laugh, a soft rumble he feels with his chest pressed against yours. He chuckles along with you, face pushed into the crook of your neck. Warm breath fanning your sweat-slick skin.

“You, like, mauled me,” he teases, and you nudge his arm—no strength to argue.

He kisses your shoulder, your collarbone, and up to your lips. He plants a few against your mouth before lifting off you. Argyle looks down, watching as he pulls his length from your center. A sharp hiss that matches yours escapes his lips at the loss of you wrapped around him. He leans back down and kisses your stomach before pushing off you entirely.

He reaches for your shirt, motioning with his hands for you to lift your arms so he can push it over your head. You smooth your hair out and grab his shirt to repeat the action, each of you taking time to dress each other. A kiss shared between each layer of clothes that is put back on until you both sit fully clothed.

Cold pizzas on the comfy table, a candle burned down to the wick, and an apartment that smells like pumpkin, and vanilla. The aroma of your sex. 

You run your hands over your arms, unsure of what to say.

“Should we talk about it?” You question, half-hiding your face and afraid of his response.

He leans over and reaches for a blunt on his coffee table, lighting its end. Argyle inhales deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling and looking back at you.

“If you want to,” he shrugs because he already knows he’s sunk.

“You don’t?” Your words are tinged with surprise, and your eyebrows push together when he shakes his head.

“I don’t need to,” he offers you the blunt, but you shake your head. Mind still hazy from the feel of his lips and the push of his hips.

 “No?” you ask, puzzled.

Argyle pulls you close, your face nuzzling in his chest as he rubs an absent hand along your spine. 

“Took you long enough to see what a catch I am,” he jokes, “but I’ve always known about you.”

“Known what?” you grin, twisting your body to get a better look at him.

“That I’m cute, smart…funnier than you?” you poke his stomach, looking at him over your lashes. Eyes shining fondly.

He laughs, throwing his head back and blowing out a puff of smoke before looking back at you.

“I’ve always known how I feel about you.”

The response makes your next joke get lodged in your throat, and you swallow it down, grinning to yourself. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, and you don’t need him to say more. To say the three little words aloud for you to know what he means.

“But you’ll never be funnier than me.”

“Such a butthead,” you nudge him playfully and lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. Already making it a habit.

[munson-blurbs]

Argyle x Fem!Reader smut

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

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

WC: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“FBI?”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm. Just…keep going.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Argyle?”

“Yeah?”

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

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[loveshotzz]

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

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

Argyle x fem!reader

You can call me names if you call me up

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

Word count: 5.8k

beta’d by @superblysubpar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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!”

[mjlovescm]

Snapshot, Argyle 🍋

A/N: idk if this is really nsfw but it contains- kissing, lap sitting/grinding, lingerie, 

“Okay, and when you take photos, put this on your neck so you won't drop it.”

“I’m not gonna.” 

Jonathan ignores Argyle’s words and continues to warn his friend about the importance of being careful. 

“Argyle,” Jonathan says cautiously, “what do you really need it for? Whatever it is, I can just take the photos for you and say I helped you with it.”

He suggests, for the fourth time today, just to be shut down again by his best friend. 

“Sorry man.”Argyle's hand is firm on Jonathan's shoulder. “There’s some things only I can do. Trust me.”

It was one of the many very vague responses he’d been receiving from the long-haired man. Useless attempts at easing Jonathan's worries when it came to Argyle using his camera for reasons that keep changing. First it was “curiosity,” then personal reasons. When those didn’t work, he landed on a random “project.”. Although none of it made real sense, Jonathan trusted his friend, for better or worse. 

“Okay,” he says with a huff. “I trust you.”

“Thank you man y/n’s pics are gonna turn out great.”

Jonathan smiles at the thought before really taking  in Argyle’s words.

“Isn't this for a work thing ?”

Argyle is silent before spewing nonsense to cover his tracks. 

“Thanks for the camera man, have it to you by monday!” 

Long distance at any age is difficult. But doing long distance as high school sweethearts going to separate colleges was rough. With the large transition, stress, and distance of college, you and Argyle worried how your relationship would survive. Rather than ponder the survival rate of your relationship, you searched for ways to keep it alive regardless of your location. 

Letters, mixtapes, and over-the-phone dinners were on the long list of long-distance activities. But anything involving sex was number one. Dirty letters were too prison-style; mixtapes would only put us in sexually frustrated moods; and phone sex started way back in junior year. But an idea the two of you never considered was dirty photos as keepsakes. 

The lingerie store at your local mall had peaked your interest the moment you stumbled upon it. But it wasn't until now that you had a real reason to shop there. A sexy photo shoot was the perfect opportunity.

“Don’t you think lace is a little advanced.” Argyle comment’s trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “I don’t want us to get too ahead of ourselves.”

“Advanced how?” you questioned your boyfriend. 

“Not in a bad way,” he’s quick to clarify. “I just- I don’t think my pictures will look as good as yours. I wanna give you something steamy to hold onto.”

You stop and turn to look at your boyfriend with a sweet, teasing smile. 

“Argyle, just because you’re paying doesn't mean I’m the only one getting something,” you assure him. “I told you I wanted us to match.”

“I’m paying?” 

“Yep and we're getting matching pajamas.”

After many hours at the mall you left carrying a hefty amount of bags and the two of you made your way to your home. 

But back in your bedroom, you weren't feeling as sexy as you did prior. Now that you were face-to-face with a camera and your boyfriend's eyes, the last thing you wanted was to be seen. 

A knock at the bathroom door makes you jump out of your exposed brown skin. 

“Baby I think I got the hang of this thing.” 

“T-that's good,” you paused, your mind elsewhere. “Can you get me the pajamas? I’m not ready for any pictures.”

“O-oh okay… you all good in there?”Argyle asks with a soft voice. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie. 

Your words say one thing but your body language speaks for itself. While Argyle worked out the kinks of the camera you found yourself stuck in your head. Suddenly hyper aware of the brown skin that was present and exposed under the matching set you had on. The change in mood is apparent to your boyfriend, who knew exactly how to fix it. 

“Before we start…” he sets the camera down and rummages through his jean pockets for something. “A little party starter?”Argyle smiles and shows you a few pre-rolled joints. 

Your smile quickly matches his, and soon smoke and smiles fill the space between the two of you. While you light the joint, Argyle picks up Jonathan's camera. 

“Smile, baby,” he says, pointing the lens at you. 

“Hey,” you say as the flash hits your eyes. “I thought we were taking sexy photos.”

“Trust me.”Argyle says almost more to himself than you, voiced laced with something.

“These are very sexy.”

“Oh yeah.” you match his newfound tone. “What about it?”

With the joint pressed to your lips and light in hand, you take a few drags. Exhaling you blow the smoke at the camera, Argyle's eyes light up along with the flash from the camera. 

You and your boyfriend take your time to smoke. Enjoying each other's presence and bodies, along with taking photos. As the weed settled into your system, your nerves slipped away, confidence and sexuality replacing them. 

“Don't you think that's a little close?”Argyle asks as you sit in his lap, a camera in your face. 

You ignore his question, pushing the camera aside and kissing Argyle without a word. A small sound leaves him, and you follow suit. Plump lips move against each other slowly, taking time to enjoy the feel of the soft skin. Argyle's large arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer and intensifying the kiss. 

“You- look so-”

Argyle attempts to speak with his lips still on yours but his words come out muffled. Wrapping your hands around his neck you ran your fingers through Argyle’s long hair as your hips began to move against his lap. Although his words don't break the two of you apart, the sudden flash of Jonathan's camera does. 

“Was that on purpose?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

“Yes,” he lies. “No, you got me excited,” he admitted.

“Aww.” you say with a smile. “Let’s take a few more.” 

You take a few cuter pictures, kissing each other on the cheek, among other places. But it didn't take long for your photo ideas to become less cute and more sexy. 

“Hmm, that's a good angle.” 

“Oh yea.” you say as you get on your knees before running your hand over the lingerie containing Argyle’s erection. 

You press your face to Argyle's bulge before kissing his tip. The two of you are too lost in the moment to remember Jonathan's important advice when it came to taking pictures. 

Argyle's clumsy fingers lose grip before he realizes.

“Oh shit baby.” 

Argyle's attempt at a warning is useless. You're smacked in the face with Jonathan's camera, and you immediately yell at the pain. 

“Fuck,” you curse, holding the spot where you've been hit. 

“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?” your boyfriend quickly analyzes your face. 

Once he is sure you’re fine, Argyle is quick to pick up Jonathan's camera, inspecting it for anything. A crack, scratch, or broken piece. Thankfully, Jonathan's prized possession was left unscathed, and for it to stay, that meant this photoshoot was over. 

“Told you your camera was safe with me man.” 

Argyle takes the camera off his neck and hands it back to its owner.

“Don't worry, I’ll develop them for you.” Jonathan offers. 

“No!”Argyle says with wide eyes. “These are for uhh my eyes only,” he says, plastering a smile onto his nervous face.

Masterlist Sweet and Sour Silky Smooth, 🍋

[wroteclassicaly]

I’m having my first solid Argyle thought…

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

[harringtons-cupid]

Snowing all around - Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader

➻Request for @oo0lady-mad0oo from the Christmas prompt idea

➻WC. 2.1 K

➻Warnings: 18+ Kissing, choking, cunnilingus, table sex, squirting, dirty talk, creampie. u.p (use protection!)

So this idea was inspired by Love Actually

It was cold, the temperature had been dropping for over a week. Snow was forecasted as you crowded round the fire at your parents winter cabin. You had invited all your friends round for Christmas/holiday celebrations, this year money was scarse and you agreed that you wouldn't spend much money on each other.

Eddie was outside smoking with Jonathan and Argyle, as you sat with the others. They all knew about your feelings for Eddie, it wasn't exactly subtle.

As the babble of voices entered the wooden cabin, your eyes rested upon his eyes. Your cheeks flushing red as he stumbled over the rug, making you giggle at his clumsiness.

The old television was playing an assortment of Christmas movies in the background, the room had begun to warm up. Eddie and the boys sat on the sofa behind you, staring at the television as you got up and walked over to the kitchen. Purposely blocking their view, Eddie growled at the obstruction.

In the kitchen, Robin and Nancy were flirtly making cookies together. Your eyebrows raised as you rooted around in the cupboard for some hot cocoa powder, titling your head back into the room.

''Anyone want hot cocoa, get your orders in now'' your voice was loud but soft, waiting as many voices called 'yes please' in response.

They continued to babble to one another before Steve's footsteps were heard behind you, scribbled on an old receipt were an order of drinks from the living room.

Laughing lightly, you began to get to work. Steve's footsteps receded as you scooped out the powder into the cups. As the kettle boiled loudly in your ear, you didn't hear the other footsteps behind you.

Jumping at his husky voice, you turned to see Eddie was standing shoulder to shoulder with you. Blushing red instantly, you giggled as he pulled out the metal tub containing marshmallows. Your hands touching slightly as he took the spoon out from between your fingers, your stomach flipped at the touch.

It wasn't anything major but you had dreamed of Eddie being close to you.

''Do you fancy some help? I figured there was a lot for you to do'' he shrugged as he waited for you grab the milk.

His eyes met yours just as steam began rattling out of the spout, you were too distracted as he leant over you. Your faces almost touching, making you stutter for words.

''Woah, careful darling'' his arm touched your shoulder, moving you slightly as he poured the water into the cups and began to stir.

You felt giddy just by his presence, realising that you had been staring for too long. You cleared your throat and turned towards the fridge, diverting your eyes into the cool fridge to cool yourself down for a second.

Smiling back at Eddie as you shook the whipped cream bottle in your hand, the lid flew off and landed on the floor somewhere as you began to carefully placed the cream on top of the cocoa.

After doing all of them, you both stood back impressed. Shooting him that famous smile, he took two inbetween his fingers and tiptoed carefully into the living room. He followed you out the corner of his eye as your body stood behind him, passing one mug to Steve and turning to sit on the other sofa closest to the window.

Much to your surprise, Eddie followed you. Placing his mug next to yours on the coffee table, resting his feet upon them as you sat closely together on the two seater.

Everyone drank up their drinks quickly, warming up instantly. Eddie's eyes drifted between you and the television, you didn't notice as he gestured with Jonathan about you.

As you collected the empty mugs and let them drop into the sink loudly, you peered out the big patio doors. Noticing it had begun to snow again, squealing you rushed towards the coatrack. Throwing your coat and boots on, not even bothering to call the others as you rushed outside into the snow.

You collapsed into the snow, making snow angels with your body and staring up at the sky. Not minding as it sizzled against your hot cheeks, the rest of the group followed soon after.

Snow was thrown against even others coats, into hair and on faces. Snowmen were made and decorated until it began to get dark and everyone grew tired and restless.

Trapsing snow back into the warm wooden cabin, people changed into their pyjamas and rested together on the couch. You were walking down the stairs, standing in the doorway of the living room when you felt someone's body press against yours.

Gasping as they turned you around quickly, suddenly noticing that it was Eddie. Just as he leant down and kissed you, the moment your lips met. You melted into him, moving your body closer to him.

Feeling primal, a soft moan escaped your mouth as he kissed you. You had never been kissed like this before, his lips were rough against yours. Aggressive, needy as his hands began tangled in your hair.

As you pulled away, your cheeks flushed red upon remembering that everyone in the living room was staring at you both in shock. Giggling as your eyes met Eddies who winked at you, squeezing your arm before walking past you and into the room.

Leaving you standing there speechless, your finger grazed over your lips where his had just been. Thinking of the kiss over and over in your mind once more, still in shock yourself.

You heard mutterings between the boys when Eddie sat down, the sounds of palms meeting form various high fives being passed around.

Hours passed and more of the group began to drift off in their seats, Robin shook Nancy gently and they said their good nights before wandering upstairs to sleep. The others followed suit, you were tidying up when you heard footsteps against the hard floor hover behind you.

As you finished the rest of the tidying, you turned around to face Eddie. His arms were instantly on you, pushing you into his kiss. He pulled you around to the kitchen table and resting your back against the wood, moaning softly into his kiss.

His hands tugged on the lace material tying your pyjama pants around your waist, letting them fall to your ankle as his teeth gripped onto the frilly pattern of your underwear to expose your pussy. You quivered, as he stroked down your leg lifting them up to rest upon his shoulders. Moving your body further onto the table, as he knelt on the empty chair and began to play with your clit between his tongue.

You bit your lip to muffle your moans, his tongue felt so good on your clit. Your legs were shaking aggressively as he quickened his pace, his hands were gripping onto the skin of your thigh. The pain stung but it felt nice against the pleasure.

His lips pursed as he sucked hard on your clit, making you release a loud moan into the room. You gasped and covered your mouth quickly, giggling as Eddie winked at you. Dropping your head instantly again as you felt yourself cum hard against his lips, your legs shaking against the wood.

''Stay still pretty girl, we haven't finished yet'' he groaned, lifting his head up to kiss you. Pushing his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste yourself.

You sat up quickly, sitting in your own cum that was seeping into the cracks of the table. Your hands fumbled around his belt hook, listening to him sigh of relief as they fell down his ankles. His cock was hard and big in his boxers, you palmed them hard hearing him moan made you twitch.

A smirk spread against your face, as you leant back Your hands tugging on his boxers, exposing his big cock to your eyeline. You gasped, it looked even bigger than it was in his boxers.

His hands grabbing your thighs once more, pulling them as far as they could go without hurting you. You moved until you were lying lengthways on the table, his body hoovered over you before planting soft kisses on your skin, watching you shiver beneath him.

He aligned himself up with your opening, slowly entering you. Groaning as you swallowed him whole, he let you get familiar with his size before he began to thrust inside you. Your legs were resting on his shoulders once more, your body moving against the wood as his eyes stayed on yours.

''Fuck, you're taking me so well'' he groaned into the room, his eyes were full of that primal look that you saw earlier.

As the table jiggled loudly with every movement, he had quickened his pace. Your wetness filled the room, biting your lip as he continued to slide in out and out of you. Bending his back to watch, dropping your leg for a second to move your thumb and place it on your clit.

You rub it in circles, bucking your hips against his as your head moved against the wood.

“Fuck Eddie” you whined, your eyes rolling back as you clenched around his cock.

As he hit your sweet spot, you felt your body begin to shake. You groan as you release around his cock, coating you both and the table.

“God, did you just squirt?” He groaned, pushing his chest against yours.

You nodded, as you felt squirt again. He groaned into your mouth, biting down on your lips. His cock twitched inside you at the sensation, he was close.

As his nails dug into your skin getting harder with every thrust, he got closer and closer. Noticing this, you began to talk to him.

“You going to cum in me Eddie, going to fill up my pretty pussy. Huh?” You whined, staring him deeply in his eyes as you spoke.

Watching him melt by your words, speeding up at the imagine of cumming in you. Feeling him twitch inside you before he groaned loudly, emptying himself hard inside you.

Continuing to thrust until his limp cock slid right out of you, looking down at you. The moonlight glistened on your body, his hand slid up your stomach and squeezed your throat before kissing you hard.

“We should go sit outside and look at the sky” your voice was shaky, feeling nervous incase he didn’t want more.

“Sounds good, pretty girl” he smiled, helping you down from the table and back into your clothes.

He kissed your neck and shoulders, before taking your hand. You were both wrapped up warm as the cold air hit your faces, the snow crinkled beneath your feet.

Standing to face each other, holding his hands in yours. That giddy feeling overwhelmed you as you stared up at him.

“I didn’t think you knew who I was” your voice broke the silence, the night lights illuminated his features.

He was stunned for a second before bringing you closer to him.

“you? You didn’t think I knew who you were. How could I not. You are incredible” His fingers were on your chin as he gazed into your eyes.

Giggling as his lips met yours once more, you were shocked yourself. You had not realised that Eddie had thought about you this way before, you assumed he fucked girls and left them. You had never been introduced to an official girlfriend, now you understood.

''It's always been you'' his voice was soft, breaking your thoughts before kissing you again.

Snow began to fall around you as he kissed you passionately, moaning softly into your mouth.

You stayed there until you both were freezing, he hurried you inside to get warm. Leading you into your bedroom, both of you stripped quickly to avoid becoming Ill.

Cuddling together in the bed, you began to feel warmer and warmer with him next to you. His body heat kept you warm all night, awakening to the sound of commotion downstairs. The sounds of voices chattering and the smell of food being cooked.

Smiling you leant over and kissed Eddie gently, you cuddled for a while longer until your stomach growled from hunger. Changing rapidly in the cold room, you both rushed downstairs to join the rest of the group.

They were talking loudly in the kitchen, coffee was made on the side as Robin kissed Nancy over the stove. Their heads turning as both you and Eddie walked into the area, smirking at each other before turning back to you both.

Your eyes fell on the kitchen table, where food was being placed. Your eyes met Eddie's, he smirked at you as he too looked at the table. Winking at you.

''I won't tell if you won't'' his voice was sneaky and seductive as he stood over you. His breath hit your ear as he stared ahead at the table where Steve was munching away.

[pervertedreams]

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

[romanscoming]

I HAVE AT LEAST 3 STORIES

THAT I HAVE TO POST EITHER TODAY—OR SOMETIME THIS WEEK, SORRY ITS TAKING LONG💔.

BUT GOD, ID KILL FOR SUM ARGYLE/EDDIE X READ LIKE OMFG, I COULD SEE THEM WITH A BIMBO!BLACK!READER WHO ALL DUMB AND JUST ALWAYS WANT TO B UNDER THEIR SKIN🤭 (ME)

LIKE JEEZ, I HAVE TO MAKE A LIL STORY ABOUT MILF!BLACK!READER x BILLY, && A BIMBO!BLACK!INNOCENT!READER x EDDIE x ARGYLE BC OMFGGG ITS JS SO HOT.

NO-EXPERIENCE!BIMBO!INNOCENT!BLACK!READER X THE REAL BEAUTY AND THE BREATS

[thewritersaddictions]

Stranger Things: The Adults P2 ML

(The Adults Part 1 Here)

Billy Hargrove

Both Ways (02/17/24) r

Kinktober Series- Day Thirty (10/30/24)

Christmas Series- Day Nineteen (12/19/24)

Steve Harrington

Kinktober Series- Day Twenty-Two (10/22/24)

Chirstmas Series- Day Thirteen (12/13/24)

Eddie Munson

Kinktober Series- Day Five (10/05/24)

Christmas Series- Day Six (12/06/24)

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Nancy Wheeler

Kinktober Series- Day Twelve (10/12/24)

Robin Buckley

Kinktober Series- Day Thirty-One (10/31/24)

Jargyle

Steddie

The Adults Drabbles

Hellfire Club

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

[mythofmoths]

SO FUCKING LOVELY

Pairing: argyle x fem!plus-size!reader

Warning(s): explicit smut, self depreciation, thoughts of hating ones body, body worship, oral, dom!Argyle, slightperv!Argyle, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, praise, etc.

Summary: argyle shows you how lovely he thinks you really are.

SIDE NOTE: Argyle's language and behavior are different than what you'd expect as canon in this, mostly due to emotional and situational effects. still our good ol' boy tho <3 also i haven't written anything in a while so go easy on me pls lol i proofread but if there's mistakes, i apologize!

+18! MDNI!

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"Just spin it, pussy!" Your friend poked, eyes looking to the empty beer bottle laying in front of you.

You weren't one to spend your Saturday nights at house parties- you much preferred watching horror movies in bed, wearing your biggest oversized tee with chinese takeout in hand. So, how you ended up at the party of one of your past highschool peers, was completely do to the work of your friends dragging you out of the comfort of your home. Nevertheless, here you were, sitting in a circle playing the pre-pubescent game of spin the bottle that you had been talked into- and how wonderful, it was your turn to spin.

As your fingers grazed the cold glass of the bottle, you closed your eyes and sighed before sending it for a quick spin. Watching as the head of the bottle passed over familiar faces, you wished on the universe that it wouldn't land on one specific person in the group- anyone but them. Alas, your wishes were ignored as the bottle landed upon that of Jerry Morrian. Now, who the fuck is Jerry Morrian? Only the boy who tormented you throughout your entire school career. The one who made pig noises at you in the hallways, who spread rumors that you sugar induced diabetes from the age of 3. The bottle landing on him sparked an old anxiety in your chest, one you hadn't felt since you'd last seen him in high school, and before you could protest- you were beat to it.

"Absolutely not, no fucking way! I'm not kissing lardy!" Jerry laughed, smacking the bottle away from him.

Lardy. You had forget aboout that name, eventhough he would call you that any chance he got. The old remarks came rolling back into your brain, the years of teasing and verbal harassment bubbling to the surface.

"Look at lardy jiggle!" "Careful not to break the chair, lardy!" "Lardy~ should you really be eating that?"

"Really? That childish fucking name again?" You spewed with your eyes narrowed.

"Don't get your feelings hurt! Not my fault it still applies." Jerry chuckled.

The murmurs began just as the heat rose to your face, "We're not in middle school! What's the point of commenting on my weight?"

He rolled his eyes, annoyed that you hadn't just let his comment pass, "Listen, I just don't wanna kiss someone who looks like a cow! Maybe if you lost a little weight, you wouldn't look so bad."

The embarrassment became too much for you, everyone was staring, some with pity and some with amusement. Despite what you wanted, the tears started to well in your eyes but you didn't dare allow them see you cry. Your friends called to you as you stood up and began walking to the front door, tears now streaming down your cheeks. You wondered if they were really your friends after all, they hadn't even tried to defend you or ask if you were okay, and they didn't care to come after you either. Hell, they were your ride! You weren't about to ask them to take you home, but it'd take you half an hour to walk home, at least.

You sobbed in frustration while your boot clad feet carried you down the road. You felt stupid for crying over a stupid nickname- but how were you supposed to feel? You had always been insecure about your weight, though you knew you weren't obese, you certainly weren't skinny either. The desire to lose weight had been there your entire life, the dieting and exercises, but your love of food overdid all. Still, you would close your eyes when you walked past the mirror and trace your stretch marks with a grimace on your face. You felt unlovable most times, wondering how your life would be if the scale read less.

Lost in your self loathing, you failed to notice the yellow van pulling up next to you, "Y/n?"

Snapping your head towards the voice, you recognize the long-haired pothead you used to hang out with frequently, "Argyle?"

"What the hell are ya doin', man? It's like midnight!" Argyle questioned, "and why are ya cryin'?"

"I'm just.. going home." You choked, flashing a pitiful fake smile.

Argyle furrowed his brow in concern, "Y/n, please just get in the van, I'll drive ya home."

You didn't feel like protesting against it, the cold air was starting to nip at your skin and the warmth of the surfer boy van was calling you. As you crossed to the passenger side of the van to climb in you thought about how glad you were to see Argyle again. You still saw him around occasionally, but you hadn't hung out with him in a while due to your job taking up most of your time- this was the first time you had spent a night out in months, sadly enough.

"Climb on in, dudette!" He exclaimed while you settled into the bed covered seat.

You laughed weakly, "Just take me home, Args."

"Mmm... tell me what's up first?" He stared you down with a questioning look.

"I don't really wanna talk about it," You paused as Argyle jutted out his bottom lip in a pout, "drive me first, then I'll spill, deal?"

"You got yourself a deal, man!" Argyle chuckled, stepping on the gas.

You leaned back into your seat, sighing in relief as your cold fingers warmed up in the vans heat. The ride would take about 10 minutes by car, and now you wondered why you agreed to tell Argyle what had upset you. It's such an embarrassing thing to talk about- "Yeah, my last bully wouldn't kiss me at a party because he's think I look like shamu." What a way to make yourself seem pitiful. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you took a glance over to Argyle.

That glance quickly turned into a stare.

You couldn't help it, the way his long hair swayed as he lightly bobbed his head and tapped his fingers against the wheel to the song that played in the speakers. His golden skin radiated as the street lights passed over it, he looked gorgeous. Of course, you'd always thought he was attractive you just never said anything due to your lack of confidence in relationships. You can't stand the thought of losing a friend by rejection.

"Dude! Stop staring at me, your givin' me the heebie jeebies!" Argyle laughed, suddenly snapping his head towards you.

"Oh! Shit, sorry." You laughed it off, thankful that the dim light of the van hid the redness on your cheeks.

"S'alright... just got a bit intense."

You turned your gaze to your feet, and caught yourself replaying his laugh in your head. Now you never considered yourself to have a crush on Argyle but it seems that may have changed... because at this moment you're wondering if he'd ever date someone with your body type. If he'd have a problem with your thicker thighs, love handles, the marks where your skin stretched to accommodate your weight. You just wondered...

The tickle of Argyle's fingers tapping on your thigh made you stop wondering, "Sorry, what?"

"Ahh there she is! I didn't mean to scare ya but we're at your casa, brochacho!" Argyle pointed to the house you had parked in front of.

"Damn, I didn't even notice," Running your fingers through your hair with a sigh, "guess I was deep in thought."

Argyle switched the van off and turned his attention to you, "I noticed- were you thinking about what upset you? I'm open ears if you feel like talking about it, hun."

A warmness blossomed in your chest at the pet name, and you decided the person you'd wanna talk to about this to would be Argyle. He's always a good listener, and he's never made you feel small for the things that have upset you previously.

"Args, do you think I'm ugly? Based from my weight?" You laid it out, feelint no need for sugarcoating.

Argyle's face shifted and you caught his eyes trailing your body, "Why would I ever think you're ugly? Is this what's upsetting you?"

"I went to a stupid party with some so-called friends and some guy was being a dick is all," You avoided making eye contact, "I guess it just got to me."

"What do you mean some guy was being a dick?" He asked, leaning over to you, "Y/n, tell me what happened, now."

A chill ran down your spine at Argyle's voice, you'd never heard him speak with such a dominant tone, "We were playing spin the bottle, and when I spun it landed on soke guy I went to school with. He said he wouldn't kiss me and said some shitty things- it's fine I didn't wanna kiss his ass either."

"I wanna know exactly what he said, everything."

"Why? I'm fine, Argy-" Argyle cut you off, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, "I wanna know everything so I can tell you how wrong they are."

"He was some stupid bully who used call me "lardy" of all things, he said it tonight because he said it 'still applied' and that I looked like cow," You stopped to wipe the fresh tear on your cheek, "Oh and apparently I'd be prettier if I lost some weight... It's so stupid, I know."

You watched as Argyle's jaw clenched and his brow furrowed once again, "Let me tell you something, man. You are fucking beautiful and I don't care what that little shitstain says, he's wrong. You understand me?"

You didn't answer at first. You were to busy focusing on the way his more dominant side made you clench your thighs in need to try and tame the wet patch growing between your legs. Why on earth were you turned on at a time like this?

"Do you understand me?" Argyle asked again, his voice a little louder.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You couldn't help but ask.

Argyle leaned closer and you could feel his breath fan across your face, "I think you're a goddess, I'd worship your body if you asked."

"What if I want you to?" You asked, building up enough courage to run your fingers through his hair.

You could feel the atmosphere shift as he stared at you, his pupils growing larger.

"Then ask."

You raked your brain over, thinking through and through before locking your eyes with his, "Please, worship my body, Argyle."

"Go inside, now."

You swear, you've never gotten out of a car faster. Your nerves creeping up as you fumbled with your keys, even worse as you could hear Argyle exit the van and walk up behind you. Unlocking the door, you swung it open and let the both of yourselves in. You kicked of your shoes and headed into the living room, Argyle following in suit- but as you turned and waited for him to make a move, all he did was stare at you. He began to close the distance between you, backing you up against the wall before placing his hands upon your waist.

"Alright, sweetheart, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna sit on the couch and wait while you go upstairs and get undressed for me, and I mean everything. I want you to yell for me when you're ready, okay?" Argyle explained, his voice husky with what you hoped was anticipation.

You nodded softly as took his hands off your waist and made his way to the couch. You headed towards the stairs and to your room, the pit of nervousness and excitement growing in your stomach. Closing the door to your room behind you, you stood in the mirror while you stripped off your clothing. As your pants, shirt and undergarments hit the floor, you glanced at your body before shaking it off.

Jumping into your bed and settling under the covers, you took some deep breaths before calling out, "Argyle, I'm ready!"

Nothing at first, but seconds later you could hear the thumps of feet on the floor, then coming up the stairs. With every step, you got even more nervous, gripping your comforter in your fists. You chewed your lip in anticipation, pausing as the door to your bedroom was flung open by an obviously flustered Argyle.

"Oh? I don't remember telling you to get under the blanket!" Argyle chuckled out while he came over to the bed.

You gasped loudly and the cover was ripped off of you and your ankles were grabbed hold of. With one swift move, he pulled you down to the end of the bed, propping his knee up on the edge, settled between your legs.

"Argyle!"

"Now that's what I want to see," He smiled ear to ear, running his large hands up from your ankles to your thighs and giving them a squeeze.

Argyle licked his lips before leaning down and placing a kiss on the inner part of your knee, traveling up your inner thigh. Small whimpers tumbled from your lips as he slowly made his way up your abdomen, kissing along your stretch marks and eventually working his way between your breasts.

"Perfect.." He mumbled huskily, bringing his hands up to cup your tits.

A sharp gasp emitted from you and you felt his mouth wrap around your left nipple, his fingers toying with your right. He swirled his tongue around it, softly grazing it his teeth before pulling his mouth away- to your dismay. Latching onto your neck, you could feel him sucking what would definitely be hickies on your skin.

"Argyle, please." You begged, attempting to rut your hips against his.

Pushing your hips down against the bed, he gave you a daring look, "Be patient for me, okay baby?"

If you weren't as wet as you could be, that would have done it for sure. You could practically feel yourself dripping onto your sheets, and you dreaded the thought of having to wash them later.

"You're so fucking lovely, I could just stare at you like this all night," He gave your hips a squeeze, "You're a work of art, baby."

Argyle brought himself down between your thighs, face level with your pussy. You felt yourself clench around nothing as he blew air against you, teasing you in the worst of ways. You sighed harshly as you felt him slip a finger into you, moving it torturously slow.

"How cute, you feel so ready for me." Argyle teased.

You bucked your hips against his hand, "Argyle, quit fucking around!"

"Ooo, demanding."

Pleasure shot up your spine when you felt him mouth on your pussy. Flattening his tongue, his licked up against your clit before sucking on it gently. His eyes were locked to your face, watching your reaction to work out what you liked best. He added a second finger, keeping a consistent pace, while swirling his tongue against your clit.

"Oh fuck, Ari!" You moaned out in a whisper-shout.

You felt his chuckle against you, the vibrations adding their own waves of pleasure. With your eyes twisted shut, you listened to the wet sounds of Argyle eating you out, the feeling of his tongue getting better by the second. The feeling of Argyle curling his fingers right into your g-spot had your eyes flying open as you tried the clamp your thighs closed with a shriek.

Argyle pulled his mouth away, fingers still going as he used his other hand to keep your thighs apart, "Does it feel good right there, baby? Be a good girl and tell me how it feels."

"Yes- yes! Feels so good!" You sobbed out, hips bucking with need at his dominance.

"Good girl, so good for me." He hummed, placing his mouth on your cunt again.

You buried you fingers into his hair as you felt the familiar pressure of your orgasm building. Your moans and whimpers filled the room as Argyle moved his fingers faster. You rutted your hips against his mouth, chasing your climax as you back started to arch off your bed.

"Argyle- fuck!" You yelled out as you orgasm washed over you, yanking at the fistfuls of his hair.

You were breathless while he continued to work you through your climax, eventually pulling away to look at you with hooded eyes. His lips were red and puffy, glistening with the juices of you, the sight making you throb.

Argyle brought himself up, a hand ahold of your chin, "Open your mouth, love."

Confused, but you did as you were told, gasping lightly as he spit into your mouth before connecting his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the thought of tasting your own arousal made you squirm. Biting lightly against your bottom lips, he pulled away, slipping the two fingers that had been inside you into his own mouth.

Pulling them out slowly with a low growl, "I can't believe how fucking good you taste, it's like candy to me."

A whimper tumbled from your lips at the sight and you reached to tug at Argyle's button up, "Take it off, please, it's not fair."

With a small smile, you stared at his large hands as they pulled off the button up along with the yellow surferboy shirt underneath. You ran your fingers along his abdomen eventually bringing them down to move along the hem of his pants. Dipping your fingers into the waistband, pulling his brightly patterned pants down his thighs. He stepped off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing, his hardened cock catching your eyes.

Quite an impressive size.

Lifting yourself onto your knees, you crawled to the edge of the bed where he stood, he dick level with your face. You wrapped you hand around the base, stroking it lightly before taking the head into your mouth. Hearing a hiss leave Argyle's mouth, you used your tongue to trace the veins on his cock, feeling him twitch against you. You bobbed your head at a steady pace, cheeks hollowed as you listens to his groans of encouragement, the girth of him causing the sides of your mouth to ache slightly.

To your confusion, you felt Argyle pull your head away by your hair, "As much as I'm lovin' your mouth on me, baby, this is about you tonight."

"I want to make you feel good to, Ari, let me ju-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as he pushed you back against the bed, hovering over you.

"I'll feel more than good when I'm buried inside your cunt, baby." Argyle smirked, dipping his fingers back into you, "Let me grab a condom."

As he went to grab one from what you assumed was his wallet, you pulled him back, grabbing his face with your hands, "I want you to fuck me raw- I'm clean and on the pill."

"Whatever you want, I'll do anything for you."

With a chaste kiss- he spread your thighs apart before settling between them, rubbing his cock on you to coat himself in your wetness. You sighed at the feeling, moving your hips to try and get more friction, but your hips were pushed back onto the bed. Pinning your right leg up, Argyle started to inch into you slowly- both breathily moaning at the pleasure of it. You rested your hands on his shoulders, nails softly grazing his skin as he got deeper inside you. With a final push, he bottomed out in you, a groan surpassing his lips.

"Better than I imagined," Argyle landed a swift slap on your left thigh as he began to steadily rock his hips into you, "I've always loved your body, ya' been givin' me stiffies since I first saw you."

Your head was too clouded to respond, the feeling of Argyle against your walls putting you into a daze. He continued his praise, his thrusts gaining in intensity as your moans and whimpers became louder.

"You turned me into a pervert, the way you had me dooling over these hips, those thighs- that ass." Argyle was pouding into at this point, the head of his cock bumping directly into your g-spot, sending you into a fit of incoherent whines.

"Oh my- fuck!" You cried, toes curling as you dug your fingers into his shoulders, earning a hiss from him.

Argyle adjusted your position, leaning forward so his head rested in the crook of your neck, your legs pinned upwards by his forearms. As his thrusts got faster, you could feel your second orgasm starting to build.

"You're so beautiful, my pretty girl." He husked, sloppily sucking on your neck.

"Argyle, I'm gonna cum!" You rasped, moving your hands to fist the sheets.

"Go on then- cum for me, baby." Argyle urged, a hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit.

A tingly sensation swept over your body as you felt your high wash over you, legs spasming with pleasure while lewd strings of obscenities mixed with Argyle's name flew from your mouth. You could feel yourself clenching around him while he rode you through your climax, his own moans reaching your ears. You felt overwhelmed, hardly able to keep your eyes open from the overstimulation of Argyle still thrusting into you- the sloppiness in his thrusts evident of his nearing peak.

"You look so pretty when you're cumming- I'm almost there." Argyle growled, gripping your hip with a squeeze.

You wrapped your still shaky legs around his waist, "Cum inside me, please."

"Holy shit!" He groaned, his hips beginning to stutter.

His mouth fell agape, deep groans falling from it, fingers digging into your hips as he came. You whined once more at the feeling of his cum filling you, watching as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He rode out his high before lifting your hips as pulling out of you with a hiss, watching as his cum ran out of you.

"That's hot, dude."

You just laughed, pulling him up for a kiss before pulling away. Argyle headed into the bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth to clean you up with, you couldn't help but coo at the gesture.

"So sweet." You laughed.

"Well, anything for my lovely lady." He laughed, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

Once Argyle had cleaned you up, you laid tangled up in your bed, him showering you with kisses and praises. You played with his hair, the silence falling over the both of you eventually.

"So... got any purple palm tree delight?"

"Oh my god, I thought you'd never ask, man!"

[stat1cstarz]

Pay up, hunny 🍃

Argyle X Reader

Fem reader (all pronouns will fit but it mentions female genitalia)

Smut

Warnings:Mentions of sex (obv), mentions of weed/smoking

Synopsis:You have a drug dealer named Argyle, he was nice, and always offered you weed. He made around $20 from you alone, but you got fired recently and struggled to get money. Mowing lawns wasn’t making enough to buy weed, so you had to try another way.

Not requested

Not proofread

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“What do you mean I’m fired?” I yelled at my boss “Sorry, Y/N, but the ever since you got here the bathrooms have stunk like weed that our customers can’t even leave without almost choking on those fumes” she replied sternly “How do you know it me? Cassie smokes to” I said “Don’t bring her into this, and she smokes at home, not at work” she said “And we’ve had enough of it, including Cassie, now leave” she said, I handed her my work stuff and left the restaurant. I wanted to get some fresh weed from my favorite drug dealer argyle (mainly weed dealer), b it I couldn’t pay it, maybe if I begged I could get a ounce for a cent, since I spent the $20 already. I got in my car and drove to where argyle kept his van on the weekends. I found the Pizza van and knocked on the back, I heard some grumbling and someone opened the door “Hey brochacho, looking for some purple palm tree delight” he said, sitting on the edge of the van “Yeah, I got fired recently and I just wanna forget about it, will 1 cent get me something” I asked, holding a single coin “Yeah a single bud” he joked “sorry, no” I groaned in annoyance “You wanna complain, complain to my manager” he said tiredly “Is there any other way I can pay for it?” I asked, clenching my thighs together “What do you mean by that?“ he asked “I don’t know, what ever you want it to mean I guess” I said, trying to not sound as desperate as I was “Maybe, get in” he said, crawling back into the Van and signaling me in. I crawled into the van than he shut the door, I sat next to him leaned against a pillow that was propped on a wall. He began rubbing my shoulder at first, slowly making my way to my Plump ass cheeks, slowly messaging them, moving his hand to my around my clit slightly circling it “Are you high?” I asked “I’ve never seen you like this?” He continued doing it until he blurted out a answer “Yes, and I’m just glad I finally get to be with you back here, you don’t know how Impatient I am” he said, the wet patch in my pants grew larger every second. “If you want the kush you gotta take your pants off princess” he said. He pulled me down by my ankles and made me lay flat on my back, he pulled my pants down quickly and pulled my underwear down with them. He got up to my face and began kissing my cheeks, leaving wet patches all over my plump cheeks, working his way down to my neck and chin. He finally kissed my mouth, shoving his tongue in there, it tasted like weed and pizza, gross to me but at least I knew it was argyle tho. I finally found his pants and tugged on his belt “What hunny?“ he asked “Take your pants off please” I asked “Well since you said please, will do” he said, getting up on his knees and unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. He aligned himself with my clit, than shoved it in slowly, to not hurt me. He found a pace and went with it, sweat quickly formed on his forehead with every thrust, our moans and breathing quickly synchronized. My clit began to feel puffy red, as a knot formed in my stomach, I came hard, it was painful but comforting at the same tight “Here’s your reward” he said, giving me half a bag “This isn’t the promised amount” I said “You’ll get that after round two” he said, putting his hair into a bun and getting a condom and a towel.

[munson-blurbs]

Argyle x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: literally just Argyle being the sweetest during sex with his pregnant girl.

WC: 820

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), pregnant!Reader, Argyle calls Reader "mama" (but no mommy kink), allusion to daddy kink

A/N: shoutout to @chatteringfox for being the most feral over Argyle with me--not only for this fic, but also 24/7. Also, happy birthday Eduardo Franco. Sorry that we want to have your stoner babies.

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Argyle was always gentle during sex. He held you as though you were the most precious thing to him, pressing soft kisses down the column of your neck. Even when you were on top, he’d languidly roll his hips upwards to meet yours, never once rushing through or chasing his own orgasm until he was certain you’d gotten yours.

Part of that could be attributed to the marijuana haze he kept himself in, but the primary reason was simply because he loved you so much and wanted to savor every moment.

Now, he braced his arms on either side of your body, groaning as he slid inside you. You were so wet for him, so eager and ready, a regular occurrence since you’d entered your second trimester. The nausea had subsided and had been replaced with an influx of hormones that had you craving his touch every second of the day. 

“Fuck, princesa,” Argyle murmured, sucking in a sharp breath. “How do you always feel so goddamn good?”

You could only whimper in reply, relishing in the way his happy trail brushed against your bump. Your fingers dug into his back, drawing him even closer. His raven curtain of hair draped over one side of you and tickled your bare arm.

Now fully seated within you, Argyle lifted one hand and let his thumb graze over your left nipple, his tongue swiping over the right. It was too much; the feel of him playing with your breasts was overstimulating on its own, but then adding in the additional sensitivities of pregnancy…

“A-Args,” you whispered, your breath hitching in your throat as he kissed you.

“Yeah?” The word, said against your lips, sent vibrations through your body.

It was impossible to concentrate with him filling you so perfectly. Every thrust was both lazy and intentional, the kind of movement that simultaneously said ‘I’m safe with you,’ and ‘I’ll take care of you.’

“S’too much.” Your eyes met his, and all at once he understood. This wasn’t you being a brat or teasing him for more. 

The hand on your breast moved to your side and caressed your bump with a tenderness you’d only ever imagined before Argyle. You relaxed into his touch and allowed yourself to be immersed in all of him. 

Argyle would always be Argyle, true to his core. The whites of his eyes were tinged pink from smoke. His fingers were strong and perfect for massages (a back massage was, ironically, how you’d ended up pregnant). The scents of cologne, weed, and flour mingled together and created an aura so utterly and uniquely Argyle. 

“‘S that better, Mama?”

And, oh, did that denomer do it for you. 

Your half-lidded eyes widened, your own movements temporarily stalled as you processed what he said. 

The corners of Argyle’s mouth curved into a gentle smile the moment he clocked your reaction. “Such a beautiful Mama, having my baby. Y’know,” he nipped at your bottom lip, “I always thought you were beautiful, from the moment we met. But now? Holy shit, s’like I didn’t even know what beauty was until now.”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him in even deeper, eliciting a groan from both you and him. 

“Little faster,” you urged him. “I’m so fucking close.”

Argyle tucked his lips into his mouth, focusing solely on giving you what you needed. He thrusted into you faster than before, each movement sending a ripple of pleasure through your body. 

“C-Can’t hold out m-much longer, Mama.”

You nodded and threaded your fingers through his hair. “S’okay. I’m right—right—oh my god, yes!”

Your orgasm wasn’t gradual; it crashed into you with unfounded speed. You could feel every inch of him, the ridge between the head of his cock and the shaft hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl. 

“Baby—Princesa—I’m c-coming,” Argyle panted, his breath warm against your neck. “That’s it, fuck, take it. Take my cum. Take it all…unngh.”

Argyle spilled into you with everything he had. His grip tightened around you as though he was grounding himself, lest he wake up and realize it was all a dream. 

Lucky for both of you, this was reality. 

He flopped down on his back, his bare chest heaving as he came down from the high. Perspiration darkened the thatch of hair between his pecs. 

“So.” Argyle turned his head to look at you. “Being called ‘Mama’ really does it for ya, huh?”

You gave him a wry grin. “Apparently.”

“Good to know.” He breathed out. “Good to know.”

“Why, you plan on using that to your advantage?”

He laughed and pulled you closer, letting his hand rest on your tummy. “I would never,” he said mockingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Good.” You shifted so you were facing him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “Because then I just might have to see how you’d react if I called you ‘Daddy.’”

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[loveshotzz]

Opening up my requests!

It’s been awhile since I’ve written smut after spending the whole summer writing AIRWIY so help me practice in between writing Whatta Man - A Halloween Party At The Foxy Lounge.

This event is 18+ / I write for fem!reader and my requests are open for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and Argyle. You also can choose from the versions of them in any of my AU’s.

My requests will be open from now until September 10th, and I will fill them in between finishing Eddie and Steve’s nights when I need a break or inspiration hits. You can choose from these two prompt this below!

Prompt list one

Prompt list two

Please copy and paste which prompt with which boy you want in your ask 💗 Happy Requesting!

[thefreaksrecs]

SARAHHHHHHH OH MY GOD.

i remember when you told me about this fic, a while ago and holy shit you did not disappoint (you never do though)

i adore their awkward and nervous cute energy around each other 😭

i just wanna highlight a couple parts that turned my brain to mush because WHAT

TOO BAD OH IM GONNA EXPLODE

special delivery

eddie munson x fem!reader

A quiet night at home turns into something else entirely when Eddie Munson shows up to deliver your pizza.

Isn’t this how all mediocre pornos great love stories start?

18+ MDNI┃8.1k

cw: light alcohol/weed use, discussions of poor sex-periences, bed sharing, down bad eddie, fingering/oral (fem receiving)

I edged myself a little with this, it’s like a 7:1 ratio of fluff to smut with nothing but tensionnn in between. Just how I like it.

You didn’t mind being alone. Not really.

Truth be told, you kind of preferred a nice quiet night to yourself every now and again. It gave you a chance to read without interruption; to watch a long stretch of episodes of your favorite show you had seen a hundred times before; to indulge in a lengthened version of your skincare routine.

But lately you’d been having a lot of quiet nights.

Winter had settled fully in Hawkins, the frigid weather and barrage of storms lately making it difficult to go out at night or do much of anything other than sit inside and count the walls. And with Robin gone for the whole weekend, the relentless silence of your apartment only made it worse.

You made an honest effort to remedy the situation—sending a handful of texts to anyone you thought might be available, only to come up empty. Nancy and Jonathan were out celebrating some anniversary. Steve had a date with whatever girl he had conned into thinking he was charming enough to go out with this week. And Chrissy was fully buried underneath her coursework, but she “could definitely do something next week!”

So that was that. You knew Argyle was working his usual shift, so you hadn’t bothered to text him. Instead, dialing the number for Surfer Boy as you resolved to drown your sorrows in a pizza loaded with all the toppings Robin always gagged at whenever you suggested them.

It was impossible for you not to beam when the man himself answered, the roughness in his voice indicating he was currently surrounded by a fresh cloud of his beloved Purple Palm Tree Delight.

He was now managing the franchise’s first and only midwest location they decided to open after the California chain started recording a deluge of calls from Indiana and assumed it must be some sort of untapped market. Come to find out, the people in Hawkins were just calling the number on the side of Argyle’s bright yellow van they’d seen riding around town.

“That’s all?” he chortled at your order. “One small pizza? Are you and Buckley planning some kinda Battle Royale fight to the death or something?”

“She’s gone for the weekend,” you explained.

“Oh, really? All by your lonesome then, are you?”

His typically gravelly tone was tinged with a hint of mischief, but you didn’t pay it much mind. This was Argyle, after all. You knew him well enough by now not to try and decode anything that went on inside that wonderfully weird head of his.

“Well, with you at work there’s no one to keep me company, is there?” you teased, putting on a flirty affectation you just knew would make him blush.

“Baby doll, I’ll close up shop right now!”

His deep and throaty laugh made you giggle along with him as he relayed your order to the kitchen staff and then came back on the line to assure you that it would be there “lemony split.”

With dinner ordered, you started to assemble some essentials for your wild night on the sofa— oversized blanket, extra snacks, a small arsenal of face masks and serums. You even splurged a bit and lit one of your nicer candles, the fresh scent of bergamot filling up your living room as you headed into the kitchen to clean up.

About half-way through you doing your dishes came the soft tread of footsteps on the stairwell outside, followed by a bouncy and rhythmic knock being rapped on your front door.

“One sec,” you called out, shaking the remnants of soapy water from your hands and drying them on the thighs of your sweatpants.

Your hand closed around the door knob and you yanked it open only to be bombarded by a head of dark, wild curls and a pair of deep brown eyes that instantly made your mind go blank.

“What are you doing here?”

The words just burst out of you, sounding far harsher than you intended, and Eddie Munson’s lips twitched with the beginnings of a smirk as he looked you up and down.

“Nice to see you, too,” he chortled. “That how you greet everyone who brings you your dinner?”

Your gaze fell to the pizza box he held in his hands that you had missed entirely, too distracted by his eyes and his nose and his lips and those cute little dimples in his cheeks. Not to mention his stupid big hands with his stupid long fingers that were wrapped around your dinner…

“Sorry,” you said, squishing your eyes shut and shaking your head as though it would wipe away your lustful thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. “I just wasn’t expecting you. Or, um…I meant, I didn’t know you worked at Surfer Boy.”

“It’s a new gig,” Eddie said, his smile filled with as much wily charm as ever as he handed over the box. “Argyle convinced me to come on board. Decent hours and the money’s good.”

“Oh…sweet.” 

You nodded back at him and prayed you didn’t sound half as awkward as you felt. With one hand, you balanced the pizza box on your hip while the other reached for the cash you’d set out earlier on the little table by your door. But a frown covered your face as you glanced between the bills and the box you were holding that looked quite a bit bigger than it should have been.

“Something wrong?” Eddie asked. “Aw, shit—we didn’t fuck up the toppings, did we?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you assured. “It’s just, I only ordered a small and this one’s a large.”

“Oh, yeah. Arg had them change it after he rang it in. He just wanted you to have some extra.”

You chuckled, “Really? I don’t know why, it’s just me tonight.”

“No Buckley?”

Eddie’s brows raised slightly, disappearing behind his twisty bangs as he looked past you inside your apartment. You swayed slightly, in an attempt to block his view of the little couch nest you’d built for yourself. His gaze returned to yours, eyes flickering with something like intrigue.

“You’re flying solo, then?” he asked.

“Pretty much. I mean, I called around a bit and everyone was busy. So…yeah.”

He tilted his head at you. “You didn’t call me.”

“Oh…”

Eddie’s lips quirked in a smile that actually made your breath catch. He didn’t sound offended, not like he was accusing you of anything. But his soft voice and the feigned (it was feigned, wasn’t it?) look of disappointment on his face made your chest radiate with warmth.

The truth was, you would have loved to call Eddie. You had actually hovered over his contact info in your phone more times than you cared to admit, only to keep chickening out at the last second.

“W-well, you’re working tonight,” you reasoned. “So, we couldn’t have hung out anyway.”

“Actually… Argyle cut me early,” Eddie said. “Turned out to be a slower night than he thought, so he said I could call it quits after this delivery.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Well, do you…” You swallowed hard, trying to bring some relief to your throat that had run dry. “I mean, did you wanna have dinner? Apparently, I’ve got plenty of food.”

Another weak chuckle trickled out of you as you held up the pizza box, telling yourself it must be the heat of the pie within making your palms sweat the way they were. Eddie’s dark eyes actually danced under the harsh fluorescent lights of your building’s breeze-through.

“That’d be great,” he said, flashing you a smile that made your knees wobble. “Wayne’s gone this weekend too. Trailer’s kind of lonely without him.”

“Okay! Uh, come on in.”

The sudden shrillness of your voice made you cringe inwardly as you stepped sideways for him to pass, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or at least he acted like he didn’t. He simply smiled as he came inside, pausing to toe off his boots and shuck off his leather jacket at the door.

He’d clearly dressed for the heat of Surfer Boy’s kitchen and not the bitter wind howling outside, clad only in a red and black flannel over a gray tank that seemed to cling to his lean frame as if by static electricity alone. His ratty black jeans taunted you with flashes of pale skin peeking through the holes in the knees and the smell of oregano filled your nose as he fluffed up his hair.

He looked a lot better than you did—particularly when you were in your lounge clothes, which weren’t exactly fetching.

Baggy and oversized, worn threadbare in more than a few places from multiple wears. Splattered with a myriad of tiny mystery stains no amount of washing could get out.

Nothing to be done about it now, you supposed.

Eddie had been to your place plenty of times for parties and movie nights, but that had always been with other people around.

Never just you. Never the two of you alone.

That realization and the nerves it induced made the back of your neck unbearably hot as you set the pizza on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to retrieve plates and napkins—all of the dignified and civilized things you’d have to use now that you had an audience.

And alcohol. Definitely, definitely needed alcohol if you were gonna even attempt to be normal.

“You want a beer?” you asked from the fridge.

Eddie nodded as he followed into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinetry. His totally calm and casual demeanor only made you more anxious, your chest getting tight and your hands shaking as you pried the caps off two beers. You clinked your bottle against his and took a long draught, heart racing as you stared at the ceiling.

Chill the fuck out, you scolded yourself. He’s just a guy. It’s just pizza. It’s no big deal, it’s no—

“You okay?” Eddie asked, making your runaway train of thought come to a screeching halt.

“Yeah, totally,” you lied through your teeth. “Um… I guess I was fully in hermit mode already. I really didn’t expect to see anyone tonight.”

Let alone you, you finished internally.

“Sorry about that,” Eddie said. “I didn’t mean to, like, crash your whole evening.”

“No, no—it’s not like that at all,” you stammered, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. “I’m glad you’re here, really. It’s nice to have company.”

“Yeah? Okay, good.” He smiled into another sip of his beer. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

Your lips spread into a smile that mirrored his and a sort of quiet warmth passed between you. You found yourself staring into his eyes, holding his gaze until it flickered down your body.

He studied you in that soul-plundering way of his that made you feel all light and tingly all over.

“Here, you should have this back,” he said all of a sudden, “I feel kind of weird keeping it.”

You looked down just as he tugged the money you’d paid him with out of his pocket. He held it out to you, only to find your hand already pushing it back, fingers briefly closing over his fist.

“Eddie, no. No way,” you scoffed. “Don’t be silly.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you fixed him with a warning glare—a pretty withering one if you did say so yourself. One that made him nod reluctantly and sigh softly in defeat.

“Alright, at least let me contribute something,” he said, returning the cash to his pocket and instead producing a fat, pristinely rolled joint. Argyle’s handiwork, you were all but certain.

You grinned and clinked your bottle with his. 

“Done.”

Beers and plates and joint in hand, you and Eddie headed over to the sofa only for you to stop short when you remembered your former plans for the evening. He watched curiously as you cleared the table, your stomach even more unruly now with half a beer sloshing around inside of it.

”What’s all this?” he asked, indicating the various packets and bottles. You laughed nervously.

“It’s just skin stuff. I was gonna do a face mask while I watched a movie…because that’s just the rock and roll kinda lifestyle I lead.”

Your jittery attempt at a joke only made Eddie’s own smile widen as he plucked one of the packets from your grasp and held it up to read the label.

“Can I do one?” he asked.

You choked back another laugh, brow arching at him in disbelief. “Do you want to?”

“Kind of, yeah,” he chortled. “They look kinda like potions or something. Seems like fun.”

You rolled your shoulder in a shrug. “Then knock yourself out,” you said. 

And he did.

Eddie plopped himself down at one end of the sofa and ripped into the package he’d selected. It was branded as a “unicorn” mask, which really just meant it was made out of shiny, holographic paper that shone with rainbows when the light hit it. He admired the swirling colors briefly and then set about laying the mask over his face, his head suddenly turning to catch you staring.

“Am I beautiful yet?” he asked, playfully fluttering his long lashes at you.

You already were.

The thought popped into your head so quickly you almost said it out loud and you had to bite back the comment, your pulse starting to race all over again. You pressed your lips together as you nodded and focused all your attention on placing a pair of gel patches under your own eyes.

Eddie watched you tap them into place, smiling. “You do this a lot?” he asked.

“Every couple weeks or so. More often in the winter because the cold really fucks with my skin. Obviously.” You gestured at your face and sighed.

“I never noticed,” he said with a gentle shake of his head. “Always looks nice to me.”

The compliment made your face burn in spite of the cooling aloe patches and you shook your head, the tingling in your cheeks only increasing the longer his eyes lingered on you. With shaky hands, you reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels while Eddie dug into the pizza. The both of you hummed excitedly in unison as you landed on an old horror flick just as the opening credits had started to roll, the decision of what to watch made easy.

As you set the remote down and reached for your own slices, realizing Eddie had plated up two and placed them down in front of you, you couldn’t stop your eyes from dating sideways to look at him once more. But the moment you did, a loud laugh burst out and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle it—failing miserably.

He had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go, the pink muscle wiggling wildly as he tried to guide the end of his pizza into his mouth through the too-small opening of his mask.

“Hang on, hang on,” you said, taking some mercy on him. “Let me help you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, “I’m doing great over here.”

It only made you laugh harder watching Eddie as he kept trying to eat, now clumsily flicking out his tongue like a drunken chameleon and grimacing when he tasted some of the product on his mask.

He stilled, though, as you scooted onto the center cushion and began to further tear the slits around his mouth, your fingers trembling as they brushed the corners of his plush lips.

Too late, you realized how close your face had gotten to his. Your eyes nearly crossed you were staring at him so hard, trapped in his hypnotic gaze as his enormous eyes locked on yours. The deep brown, almost black, of them only looked more otherworldly like this, surrounded by swirls of silver and rainbows like he was some kind of alien or android. Blinking dumbly, as if coming out of a trance, you pulled your hands away.

“Um…better?” you asked, eyes darting away from his face and almost instantly returning.

Eddie tested how far he could unhinge his jaw, stretching his mouth open as far as he could, unencumbered by the chin portion of his mask. He brought his slice up to take a massive bite.

“Perfect,” he said, grinning widely through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.

You actually did manage to relax at least slightly the longer the night wore on, helped immensely by the joint Eddie lit and offered to you to take the first hit. It passed leisurely between you, each of your inhales making it easier to deal with the idea that your lips were basically touching his.

Another movie started up after the one you first put on finished, but you made no move towards the remote. Your body felt warm and relaxed from the high, limbs melding into the sofa cushions like you were becoming part of them.

And Eddie too seemed perfectly happy to spend his night exactly where he was. His unicorn mask sat discarded on top of his pizza crusts and he’d shifted down in his seat, knees spreading wide and filling your mind with…thoughts.

You kept expecting him to make some excuse to leave, freaked out that he’d caught you looking at him just a few too many times for comfort.

But he never did.

“I think this is the last of it,” Eddie said, staring at the tiny smoldering nub pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Take it, it’s yours,” you smiled, letting your head squish against the back of the couch. 

Eddie shook his head. “C’mon, now,” he grinned back at you. “Sharing is caring.”

He crooked his fingers, motioning for you to move in closer as he brought the joint up to his lips and steadily inhaled the last hit. He shifted onto the center cushion and you mirrored his movement, his knee bumping your calf lightly as you tucked your feet beneath you, toes wiggling nervously.

With his free hand, he gently cupped the side of your face and tilted your head to the side as his own lips parted and you leaned together. 

A stream of smoke poured out of him and you breathed it in, holding it in your chest for a few moments before you exhaled it back at him. He smiled as your breath fanned over his face, his dimples showing as his cheeks pushed up fully. The sight made your own smile spread, pulling your bottom lip back with your teeth as his thumb softly caressed your jaw.

His lips parted again, a whisper of your name falling off them, sounding like a foreign language. 

You inhaled deeply again, trying to steady your racing heart, your whole body suddenly tingling in a way that was distinctly different from the way it did from the high. It didn’t do any good, though, not when Eddie’s head lifted slightly and you swore his eyes started to close—

A loud BEEP made you jump away, the moment shattered by your phone getting a text.

You instantly felt the loss of Eddie’s hand where it had been holding you, cold now in spite of all the blood currently coursing beneath your skin. You turned and fumbled about for your phone as it beeped again, almost more insistently.

Eddie retreated to his end of the sofa and you gave your head another forcible shake, trying to rid yourself of the shivers running rampant over your body. Whatever you imagined was just about to happen was surely not going to—the weed had to have your mind playing tricks on you.

“Ugh.”

The sound popped out unconsciously, irritation flaring just at the sight of the name attached to the message and making you recoil before you even opened it to see what it said.

“Jeez,” Eddie smirked at your distasteful noise, giving you a sly look. “Who’s that?”

“Nobody,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “Just some guy I went out with a few times.”

Eddie sputtered slightly on the sip of beer he’d just taken, a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks and his eyes rounding slightly as he wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans.

“Oh. Do I, um…do I need to, like, make myself scarce or something?”

A bitter laugh burst out at the implication and you started to shake your head a little too hard. “Ahh, no,” you told him flatly, “Not at all.”

Eddie’s shoulders relaxed, his smile returning, seeming almost a little pleased to hear that.

“How come?” he asked with a teasing smile, nodding at the rest of your skincare on the table. “You don’t wanna get him over here? Get him all nice and moisturized?”

“I’m good,” you assured, clicking off your phone and silencing it before laying it face down on the table. “Not exactly in the mood to beg someone to go down on me tonight, so—”

“Beg?” Eddie scoffed, taking another swig of his beer. “Who has to be begged to do that?”

Your gaze darted sideways, eyeing him curiously. 

“Uhh…all of them? In my experience, most guys aren’t all that into it. You know?”

“No, not really,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I fuckin’ love it.”

Your own drink stopped half-way to your lips and you chanced another glance at him. Your voice went quiet. Meeker than you would have liked. Lacking all the frankness with which he spoke.

“You…you do?”

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I mean, making a girl come on your tongue is like…”

He trailed off into silence, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for the right word, but you’d jumped back in before he could find it.

“You make them come? Just…just from that?”

“Ahh…” Eddie faltered now, staring at his lap and picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail. “Not always. It depends on the girl. But, I dunno…maybe, like, ninety percent of the time?”

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped, eyes rounding with embarrassment when you realized you said it out loud. Beside you, Eddie shifted in his seat on the couch, turning himself towards you.

“Do you not come when they go down on you?”

You blinked back at him, almost too stunned to speak. “Well…no. They aren’t usually down there that long. I mostly just need it because the spit helps when I’m not wet.”

Holy shit. That weed must have been way stronger than you realized for these words to be spilling out of you like they were. Cheeks officially a raging inferno, you focused every speck of your attention on the movie flickering on the TV.

Eddie’s eyes never left your face, though. His expression only softened as he stared at you, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Your face only burned hotter from the way he said it. It’s not exactly pity in his tone, or filling his eyes, it’s more like…disappointment.

Disappointment in who, you weren’t entirely sure. And you sure as shit weren’t going to let this go on long enough to find out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how we got on this,” you said. “This is way too much information for you.”

“No, no, that’s not what I—”

Eddie’s hand started to reach out for you, but you were already on your feet. 

Scrambling to gather up your soiled plates and desperate to look anywhere besides at him, you hurried into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The weed in your system was starting to turn on you, making your mind run rampant with competing thoughts, the most persistent of them being an echo of Eddie’s voice, hearing the same four words over and over and over again.

I fuckin’ love it.

Just the memory of him saying them made your stomach swoop and your core flutter, your hands shaking as you reached to turn on the tap.

“Can I just ask you one more thing?”

Eddie’s voice behind you made your shoulders tense, but you forced them to remain still—trying to look relaxed. The plates in your hands clinked against the sink basin as you set them down and turned slowly, resting your butt on the edge of the counter as you nodded at him.

He moved forward tentatively, setting down the beer bottles he’d brought from the living room.

“Do you like going down on guys?”

Your mouth fell open at the question and you had to quickly snap it shut. “Um…yeah,” you said after clearing your throat. “I like it fine.”

Truth be told…you really did like it. And with the right partner, you kind of loved it.

There was a kind of satisfaction you got watching even the most confident and charismatic guys be reduced to a simpering pile of putty as soon as your mouth came anywhere near their cock.

It was an intoxicating sort of power you felt when you drew the most desperate and eager sounds out of them—like when a guy slid into your mouth for the first time and just groaned in relief, like he had never felt anything as good as you in his life.

“Okay, then,” Eddie grinned, his eyes flickering as he watched your face. “So the person you’re with should like it too, right? He shouldn’t do it just because he has to. He should do it because he wants to make you feel good. The same way you want him to feel good.”

He took slow, careful steps forward as he spoke, the distance between you getting smaller with each. You felt your chest start to heave, trying to keep the furious pounding of your heart under control as Eddie’s body drew nearer.

He came to a stop in front of you, brown eyes trained on the space between your nose and chin. He licked his lips, running the flat of his tongue over the bottom one like he was imagining it was your own. Saliva flooded your mouth and you swallowed it down, lips trembling as they parted.

You thought you might be sick with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on yours. Because he was gonna kiss you, right? 

God, did you want him to kiss you…

Your grasp curled under the lip of the counter, nails digging into the wood beneath the laminate. Eddie’s eyes broke from yours, flitting down to see your hands clenched, like you were trying to rip off a chunk of it. His brow furrowed slightly and he took a step back, the absolute deflation you felt as he stepped away making your whole body slump as the tension flooded out of it.

It was so overwhelming, you had to look away, eyes landing on the clock over the stove.

“Oh, shit!” you gasped, making Eddie’s head jump back up. “Is it really that late?”

Midnight had come and gone according to the glowing green numbers without you so much as noticing. Eddie swallowed hard, his mouth falling open like he wanted to say something else, but no words came out. Instead, he busied himself with getting the emptied bottles he’d set down and tossing them in the recycling bin.

“I, um…I should get out of your hair,” he sighed, ringed hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You weren’t totally sure what possessed you to say what you did next. Something about the sight of his frowning face, the corners of his lips turned down in confusion or even disappointment, it was hard to say which. All you could think was that you didn’t want him to leave.

“You don’t have to,” you said suddenly.

Eddie’s stopped short and his spine straightened, his head turning slowly towards you like he wasn’t convinced he really just heard those words come out of your mouth. You shot him a small smile. 

“You can stay over…if you want.”

He stared back at you, doe eyes blinking at you in surprise. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, trying not to sound like your vocal chords were in a vice. “The roads are shit and it’s late. I mean…it’s only if you want. You certainly don’t have to—”

“No, no, no, that-that would be great, actually,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. He took a steadying breath and smiled as his eyes met yours again. “I’d really like that.”

With the sort of energy that would make a hummingbird jealous, you bustled around the apartment gathering a spare pillow and an extra blanket for Eddie while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You carried them over to the couch, hugging the linens tight to your chest. 

You thought about how they might smell like him in the morning. How he might wake up with his hair all big and messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with crust in the corners, his boxers slung low on his narrow hips, the small trail of hair that swirled just below his navel on display—

“Thanks,” Eddie said, making you jump when you realized he was behind you. 

Your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums as you turned around and held the linens out to him. His fingers met yours among the folds and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the contact.

“N-no problem,” you said, averting your gaze again as you headed down the short hallway.

You hovered at your bedroom door, glancing back over your shoulder at Eddie as he flicked off all of the lights except the one on the end table, peeling away his flannel to reveal his sinewy arms littered with tattoos. The sight made your cheeks pulse in time with your heartbeat. Among other things.

“Good night,” you said. 

Eddie’s head snapped up and he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes running up and down your body, his bottom lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought about something.

“Good night,” he said finally. “Sleep tight.”

In bed, sleep evaded you. 

You lay there, splayed wide in the center of your mattress, arms and legs stretched out across the rumpled sheets you’d gotten yourself twisted up in too many times to count as you’d turned over and over and over and over, searching for a comfortable position. Finding none.

Any attempt at settling down for the night was impossible when you couldn’t shake this…this… incessant, obstinate, unrelenting need calling out for satisfaction. It was like your body could sense that Eddie was in the next room and was refusing sleep in favor of filling your mind with thoughts of what could happen, of what he might be doing, if you just went out there and went for it.

What if you did? Just strode down the hall and climbed on top of him in the dark? Whipped off your sleep shirt to bare yourself and let his hands and lips roam freely all over you? You could just about feel the cold bite of his rings on your skin, you were thinking about it so much.

The conversation you’d had earlier kept running through your head, his words still echoing in your mind and making you throb everywhere. 

I fuckin’ love it, he’d said. Blatantly. Plainly. Like it should be obvious. But you’d never heard anyone express that kind of affinity for eating a girl out.

The majority of the guys you’d been with, those who had been willing to do it at all, only seemed to be doing so under duress or out of obligation. Or worse, they spent the exact bare minimum amount of time down there in order to get you going, only to stop short, and wasted no time redirecting the focus to their pleasure.

Then, of course, they had all the time in the world.

It was hard to say why, but there was something about Eddie wanting to do it—even being eager to do so, that only made him hotter.

You huffed loudly and pushed the heels of your hands against your eyes, forfeiting the staring contest you were locked in with your ceiling.

This was so stupid. You were getting yourself all worked up, and over what? Eddie was most likely balls deep in a REM cycle by now, and if you went out there and made some kind of ill-conceived “move” on him there was absolutely, positively, no chance in hell he would ever—

Knock knock knock

The gentle raps on your door made you bolt upright in bed. They were so quiet, you thought maybe you might have dreamed them, painfully awake as you were. But then they sounded again, this time accompanied by Eddie’s hushed voice tentatively calling out your name.

“Yeah?” 

Your eyes zeroed in on your door knob, waiting with bated breath for it to turn, but Eddie spoke again before he dared to even touch it.

“Hey, um…can I come in?” he asked.

You tugged your sheets upwards, covering your exposed thighs as you inhaled a deep bracing breath. “S-sure,” you said, still despising the nervous way your voice wavered.

The door finally cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. A little sliver of light from the hallway illuminated your room and you could see his curls were now tied up in a bun, sitting low on his neck with a few short tendrils framing his face. It made it so that you could actually see his ears and you realized for the first time they were kind of cute. 

How the fuck could ears be so cute?

“Sorry to bug you,” he whispered. “But do you have an extra blanket or something? It’s, um…it's kind of cold out there.”

“Oh, shit,” you sighed in realization. “It’s probably the windows. One of them doesn’t close right. Uh, yeah, just let me—”

You started to climb out of the bed, only to freeze as your foot hovered over the rug. The big shirt you had worn to sleep in was long, but not that long. The hem of it barely skimmed the bottom of your ass and if you stood up, you would basically be flashing Eddie your underwear.

Maybe it was okay? It would only be for a second. And it was mostly dark, maybe he wouldn’t even notice? Or maybe you didn’t need to get out of bed at all…

“You know, um…” You licked your lips, daring yourself to look back up at Eddie. “You could just sleep in here. If you want.”

Eddie’s eyes flickered at that, dark brown irises black in the low light, filling with something you couldn’t quite place. Was it apprehension? Surprise? Excitement?

“You sure?” he asked, his voice still hushed.

You swallowed hard as you drew your leg back underneath the warmth of the blanket, nodding at him to confirm, your teeth gnawing at the fleshy insides of your cheek as you did.

He entered the room fully, revealing how he’d stripped down to nothing but his tank top and a pair of blue checkered boxers. As he pushed the door closed behind him and crossed over to the opposite side of your bed, your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest. 

Your eyes briefly darted downwards only for you to avert them just as quickly—telling yourself it must be the dark playing tricks on you, making you think you saw his boxers were half-tented.

The mattress dipped as he settled into the bed with you and you felt a rush of heat that came off his body like a furnace as you both scooted down to lay flat. Your body was rigid as you resumed your staring contest with the ceiling, thundering heartbeat only picking up more speed when Eddie rolled over onto his side to look at you.

“Can you not sleep?” he asked, his voice coming out in a gentle rasp.

Your hair rustled against your pillow as you shook your head. “No. You?”

“Nope. I’ve, um…I’ve been thinking about what we talked about,” he said slowly. “Earlier.”

You inhaled sharply, certain he had to be able to see the effect he had on you even in near pitch darkness. But was it really your imagination that you seemed to have a similar effect on him?

“Yeah?” you whispered.

Eddie nodded, his eyes dropping to your mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip to wet it as he spoke.

“I was wondering if I could…if you’d like me to—”

“Yes.”

The word all but flew out of you, filled with heat and need. And no sooner had you uttered it was he rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours, his rapidly firming length prodding your heat through your panties. His lips descended on to yours, making every part of you heave in response to his touch. He actually moaned into your kiss, both your lips and his vibrating with the sound. Every part of him moved with yours in perfect harmony, every curve and bulge of his body finding a home against your own.

It’s like you’re warm bread and he’s the butter, spreading smoothly across you and melting into your every crease and crevice.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this so long,” he panted out in between feverish kisses dotted along your neck, his teeth nipping at your racing pulse.

“Really?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, his hands gliding over the length of your body. “I dreamed about touching you…how you’d sound…what you’d taste like…”

“Jesus Christ.”

You had never felt like this before, your very being thrumming with energy and ready to go off like a firecracker as soon as someone lit your match. You could have chalked it up to the weed, or to the beer, or to the fact that you hadn’t been touched like this in so long—and even when you had been touched, it was nothing like this.

But ultimately you knew…the real reason was him.

“Feel good?” Eddie asked, his pink lips curled up in a catlike smile as he rolled his hips forward, pressing them against you in a filthy grind that had your back arching off the bed.

“Shit,” you gasped, breathless, “S-so good, Eddie—fuck.”

The way he was moving against you had your mind emptying rapidly. It was all you could do not to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze him close to increase that sinful sweet pressure he was putting on your core. But Eddie was quick to give you more, pushing up on his hands so his hips married with yours and he could look down at the mess he was making of you.

“Eddie, I want you to fuck me,” you whined, voice all high and desperate. “I need it, please.”

His original offer had officially flown out of your head. All you could think about right now was him being fully seated inside of you, his cock stroking your walls, his thrusts reaching deep. He’d gotten you so wet just from kissing, him going down on you now was practically redundant.

“You want my cock already, huh?” he teased you lowly, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose touching yours. “Too bad.”

His gentle mocking tone and the way he purred so softly made every atom in your body tremble. You stared up at him with your hips squirming trying to chase the friction you so desperately needed as he started to shuffle further down the bed, making you whimper at the loss.

“What’s wrong?” he chuckled at your pitiful little sound. “You think I’m being mean?”

You nodded back at him and his giant eyes glinted in the dark, his handsome face full of mirth and mischief as his chest rumbled with a laugh. The sound of it rippled down your spine, making it go instantly rigid and then slackening like the crack of a whip. Oh, you were in trouble…

“Well, I am mean. And selfish too,” he gritted out, his fingers kneading at your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his fists to pull it taught across your chest. “Because I’m gonna kiss this pussy all I want…all night long, if I feel like it.”

With his words dripping thick and sweet from his lips, he shifted even further down on the bed with a practiced swivel of his hips. He kissed his way down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to reveal the bare expanse of your stomach and hips, groaning again as he caught a glimpse of the underside of your breasts.

“I’ve…been waiting…way too long…to taste you…”

His voice slipped back into that lower register as he placed a line of delicate kisses to your navel in between his words. His head dropped lower, lower, lower until he met the apex of your spread thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as he laved his tongue over your clothed slit, licking through the thin barrier until his spit had soaked through the cotton to mix with your arousal.

“Take them off,” you gasped, raising your hips to help him.

If he had decided to tear them, to rip them right from your body, you wouldn’t have minded in the slightest. But he curled his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs, settling back on his calves to tug them off, the blunt edges of his fingernails raking lightly over your skin all the way to your ankles. It made gooseflesh bloom across every inch of you, all the way to your scalp as you pushed your head back into the pillow, so overwhelmed by the feeling.

He works infuriatingly slow. Teasing you, toying with you like it’s a big game. He kissed softly along your seam, nuzzling his face against your inner thighs, skimming his lips over your folds that are doused with your slick, not even bringing his tongue into play yet. It makes your clit just ache for him, the little bundle of nerves yearning for the attention he just won't give it.

Not yet.

Finally, finally, he placed one long kiss on your sensitive bead, popping off far too soon for your liking to murmur softly to you in the dark.

“Can’t believe you had to beg that loser to do this…I’d beg you just to let me do it…”

“Then do it, Eddie,” you groaned, bunching the sheets in your fists. “Please, please, just do it—”

You’re almost crying now you want him so badly, the anticipation making your chest tighten and your lungs constrict. All the amusement drains from Eddie’s face as he looks at you, doe eyes shining like they held every star in the galaxy as he studied your pained expression.

“Relax for me, baby,” Eddie soothed in a steady whisper, his palm rubbing across your stomach. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I promise.”

Keeping your gaze locked on his, you nodded back at him and then closed your eyes to take the deepest breath you could manage. He watched you silently, studying the way your chest rose as you inhaled, and the way you held the breath in for a five count before you released.

And just as your breath crested, just as you felt the relief of the oxygen flowing throug your body, he fixed his lips around your clit and sucked.

The noise that he dragged out of you didn’t even sound human. It was shock, it was calm, it was joy, it was confusion, it was elation, it was rage.

It was as though every emotion you’d ever felt in your whole life was thrown into a blender and that sound was the end result.

Your hips jumped, bucking into his face, but Eddie never faltered. He kept his hold on you, arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread open so he could continue to devour you. He didn’t just go down on you, his mouth and tongue and chin and nose moved together in any and every possible direction until you yourself had forgotten which way was up.

It made you doubt your very existence. No way was this real. No way could anything feel this fucking good. And yet at the same time, it was too real. The tickle of his hair on your inner thigh, his hot breath fanning over your most private skin, the noises he made muffled by your pussy lips. Every visceral detail swirled together, rushing you headlong towards oblivion.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Eddie said hoarsely. “Come on my tongue for me, beautiful. I gotta have it.”

He pulled his lips from you, his fingers plunging easily inside your gushing center, crooking up to rub that spot you only ever dreamed of someone reaching. As you clenched around his digits and he could feel how close you were, his tongue returned to your folds in long and languid swipes that ended in fluttering flicks and swirls.

He does everything so carefully, so thoroughly, that the brink he brings you to feels more earned than anything you’ve ever felt. Stars burst behind your rolled back eyes, tears squeezing out at the corners and spilling down your cheeks.

Your mouth fell open as you moaned in earnest abandon, chanting out his name in praise in between heaving breaths to gulp down air.

The aftershock seems to last longer than the orgasm itself, your legs twitching under Eddie’s firm grasp long after the explosive feeling had receded. He slid up to lay next to you, cradling you gently in his arms, out of breath himself as he watched you return to earth, his nose and mouth and chin all glistening with your spend.

“You okay?” he asked, hopeful and earnest, his cocky bravado long since dissolved.

“So good,” you gasped. “It was incredible, Eddie. Holy shit…”

His chest shook with a low laugh at your dazed expression. Your eyelids drooped, exhaustion trying to overtake you, but you forced it back. Suddenly filled with the urge to make him feel as good as you did, you let your hand drift toward his boxers, making his whole body shudder as your hand grazed across a damp spot there.

Wait…was that? No, not a chance. No way did he come just from eating you out.

“Easy, killer,” Eddie chuckled, reaching down for your wandering hand and lacing his fingers with yours to gently tug it back up and kiss it. “What do you want in there, huh?”

“Eddie, please,” you pouted up at him as your eyes fought to stay open. “I want more, I want to make you come too.”

“We will,” he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. “Just close your eyes for a minute. Then we’ll do anything you want.”

The sigh you let out was a little huffy, but you couldn’t deny how appealing it sounded to rest your eyes—just for a minute. They start to flutter shut and the last thing you felt was Eddie’s warm breath on your ear as he leaned close to whisper,

“Good night, sweetheart.”

Sunlight came streaming through your blinds far too soon for your liking. Its warm rays splashed across your face as it rose in the sky and you withdrew reluctantly from your sleep.

A deep, blissful, fucked-out sleep like you hadn’t had in years.

Everything came into focus slowly as you woke.  The hum of the fan overhead pushing cool air down, the distant chirp of birds from the tree outside your window…the subtle weight of Eddie’s arm slung across your torso.

He was still asleep next to you, snoring softly with his face smashed into the lilacs printed on your pillowcase. You couldn’t be sure if he had fallen asleep holding you or if he reached for you at some point during the night and never let go.

Either option was equally enthralling.

His hair had come loose from his bun, curls now big and frizzy around his face like a lion’s mane. And even in sleep, there was a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. Contentedness, like he was in the middle of a really good dream. You even let yourself believe you saw the slight curve of a smile on his plush lips, one you were sure matched your own.

You reached out a hand and gently touched the fringe obscuring his large forehead, brushing them back to reveal the thickness of his eyebrows and the dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Fuck him, if he wasn’t even prettier.

Moving carefully so as not to disturb his slumber, you rolled over onto your side and reached for your phone on the nightstand, looking for the time and instead finding a text from Argyle.

hope u enjoyed ur special delivery ;)

Thank you for reading. love you, mean it! 🍕

This has been gathering dust in my drafts for a minute now.

Been feeling the lack of inspiration/motivation to write lately real hard, so it was nice to go back to something that I really enjoyed writing and had a lot of fun with.

[chrissyc86]

Any Requests for Stranger Things one-shots?<3

[chelseeebe]

just a taste

18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.

a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think it’s so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought it’d be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)

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eddie doesn’t know who you are or why you’re coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here. 

“c’mon eddie,” robin pleads, nay, demands, “you sleep on the couch most nights anyway, what’s the difference?” 

“uh, maybe because it’s my room? i don’t want some random girl in there touching my stuff,” almost flabbergasted that she’s even asking. 

“she’s not a random girl,” robin frowns, “she’s my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.” 

“tell her there’s a great hotel in town,” rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.

“i’ll give you fifty bucks,” robin deadpans, using her last resort.

this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.

“now?” 

she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, “promise you’ll clean your room.” 

eddie goes to grab the paper but robin’s faster, jolting her hand into the air, “and change your sheets.” 

“okay,” he huffs, holding his palm outstretched. 

she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room. 

he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it. 

-

eddie’s sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesn’t really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message. 

“eddie,” robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, “don’t be rude, say hello,” her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something. 

he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadn’t given his immediate shock away too much. 

you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave. 

two weeks on the couch didn’t seem so bad now. 

not if you were sleeping in his bed. 

it’s just a shame that he wouldn’t be in there sharing it. 

“hey,” he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, “i’m- uh, i’m eddie,” offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as it’s done. 

who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly. 

“hey,” you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process. 

“eddie very kindly said you could have his room,” a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips. 

“yeah.. no biggie..” christ, he’s almost panting. “do whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.” 

his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze. 

'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation. 

-

when everyone’s home from work and you’ve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie. 

eddie usually hated movie nights in the house. 

jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only he’d find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre. 

leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered. 

tonight it’s different, you get to pick. 

and now he’s not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, that’s actually exactly it. 

you land on edward scissorhands. 

not the worst choice you could’ve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble. 

in the end, it doesn’t really matter what you had picked because eddie can’t muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.

at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesn’t stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath. 

he’s practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.

robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way. 

“you’ve been staring at her all night,” she whispers angrily into his ear, “stop it, or next time it’s your balls,” a harsh warning he didn’t find entirely necessary. 

you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie can’t help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldn’t pick up on. 

he can’t help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you. 

unfortunately for eddie, he’d instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if he’d only grow a backbone. 

-

living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddie’s not sure he’ll survive. 

it’s torturous. 

testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding. 

so close and yet so far. each night you’d tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.

of course he’d made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night. 

his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana he’ll never get to know. 

though more often than not he’s cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land. 

now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. he’s safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. it’s late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act. 

eddie’s never done anything like this before. it’s disgusting, perverted to the core. 

good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour. 

tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case. 

gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him. 

reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief. 

oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.

“what are you doing?” startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips. 

eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red. 

“uh.. i..i-i don’t know..” he hasn’t done anything like this before, he swears. 

your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt. 

you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand. 

“oh wow..” you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, “what were you gonna do with those?” 

eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. there’s no way you wouldn’t tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was. 

“n-nothing i swear..” stumbling through his sentence, “i was just..” excuses fail to come to mind, “i was uhm.. looking for something,” the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up. 

“oh really?” reaching around to untangle them from his hand, “you sure about that?” 

there’s no anger to your voice, but he doesn’t dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what he’ll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off. 

“i’m- i’m sure,” though the crack in his voice gives him away. 

you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, “so you don’t wanna keep these?” holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek. 

eddie’s knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window. 

“here,” reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. “you keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?” 

he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game you’d started. 

“goodnight eddie,” you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out. 

you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please. 

-

at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace you’d gifted him. 

you don’t even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article. 

“oh and eddie,” robin begins, flashing him a stern look, “i don’t appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,” 

he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making. 

“they’re- they’re not mine,” clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesn’t dare look in your direction, terrified that he’d absolutely lose his mind if he did. 

“well whoever’s they are, i don’t care, stop leaving them on the couch.. i’m sure our guest doesn’t want to sit amongst dirty underwear,” she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across. 

if only she knew. 

eddie must’ve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose.  

he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria. 

cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, “gnarly meal robin, thanks dude,” seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now. 

everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties. 

-

eddie can’t take it anymore. 

he’s never been so pent up in his entire life. and he’s tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldn’t last any longer. 

but he’s careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure. 

the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport. 

he wishes it would’ve played out differently, that he wouldn’t be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddie’s never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women. 

your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand. 

“ohh fuck,” he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down. 

robin wouldn’t be too pleased if she ever found out what he’d done. and he can’t really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful. 

thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his nose 

he hadn’t heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones. 

how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?

“fuck,” he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much. 

“you want some help with that?” 

eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion. 

it’s not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs. 

“okay?” maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager. 

he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing he’d wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame. 

your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?

this isn’t real. this isn’t real. the voice repeats around his head though it’s quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric. 

eddie’s hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, you’d disappear from in front of his eyes.

the t-shirt falls from his lips, “fuuck,” grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house. 

the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin. 

when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking. 

your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears. 

no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was. 

“oh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming,” eddie’s mouth rushes, louder than he ever should’ve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch. 

his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere. 

you don’t budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house. 

eddie’s other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute. 

it should be gross. but eddie just can’t find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life. 

“please let me taste you,” he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.

you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, “not now,” you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable

“well when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.

"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.

“what time do you leave?” he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.

“seven,” whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.

“but it’s your turn,” an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin.  

“next time,” only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.