#argyle x jonathan

[shieldofiron]

Billy: Why would you say something so hurtful?

And the boyfriend who can forage vs the one who can't:

[harringroveera]

Jonathan loves that Argyle is chill. Like all the time, even when he’s not high. He’s a chill dude. A chill boyfriend. No one’s seen him mad. Ever. And he never hurts anybody. Not even a fly.

Except that one time he met Lonnie Byers and sucker punched him at first sight.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Stoned cuddles with Jargyle cause i love them and Argyle looked like he'd be very nice to draw (i was right, but also Jonathan is kinda fun to draw too)

[pose source]

[allysartblog]

[argyledaily]

ARGYLE and JONATHAN BYERS in Stranger Things 4.03: The Monster and the Superhero

[cringevalue]

pov: jonathan, argyle, steve, and eddie are all in a polyamorous relationship and steve is oblivious

———

steve: don’t you think it’s weird that they’re inviting us to go on vacation with them? to a sex resort?

eddie: not really

steve: people don’t typically have friends tag along when they take their partners to a sex resort

eddie: right

steve: so it’s weird

eddie: i mean, yeah, it would be weird, if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re not their friends

steve: what do you mean

eddie:

eddie: do you seriously think we’re just friends with them?

steve: …yeah?

eddie: steve, how many people make out with their friends while they’re both in separate relationships?

steve:

eddie: how many people suck their friends’ dicks while they’re both in separate relationships?

steve:

eddie: how many people let their friends tie them up completely naked and fuck them while their partners are watching?

steve:

eddie: steve, you let argyle put a joint up your ass to try and get you high, and then told him you’d be a good little boy for him if he also stuck a joint up my ass

steve: yeah but that’s jonathan and argyle

eddie: i don’t think i’m following

steve: anyone would sleep with jonathan and argyle, in or out of a relationship. and they’d sleep with anyone too.

eddie:

eddie: jonathan asked for your permission to kiss a girl at the club last week

eddie: i’m pretty sure you guys are dating

steve: ….

steve: so do we accept the invitation?

eddie: hell yes we do

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Actually, Joyce knew about the weed because she and Argyle would smoke early in the mornings and talk about Jonathan together

[ineffablelvrs]

happy 4/20 to them

[jinxtoyerekko]

Jonathan x gn!reader x Argyle

Warning: smoking (weed), unprotected sex, threesome, random ass confessions, bj, deep throat, overstim

(Lmk if I forgot sth bc I'm lowkey not sure)

!!MINORS DNI, 18+!!

Summary: Reader is friends with Argyle and Jonathan, which means once in a while they'd join the two for a joint. But at some point, they just had a problem because smoking made them so terribly horny that they simply HAD to do something about it.

Feel free to request:

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"So I gave him exactly what he asked for, and he still found something to complain about.", Argyle complained as his head sunk down against your chest while he pouted.

"Okay, wow. That sucks.", you mumbled as you caressed his head gently, taking a strand of hair now and then to play with it.

Jonathan stumbled into the room slowly and put down a few bottles of water for the three of you before he got onto the bed and cuddled up beside you.

If there was one thing the three of you had in common, then it was the fact that all three of you got horribly clingy when you were high.

Not that it was anything new to you since Argyle was usually pretty clingy in general, but for you and Jonathan it mostly only counted when you were high.

You loved hugs, without a doubt, and do did Jonathan. But the two of you just had been through some shit and that makes it a little harder for you two when you're sober.

"What're we talking about?", Jonathan asked you, his eyes slightly glossy which you found utterly adorable.

"Some dick who can't be satisfied with Argyles' amazing work.", you explained, which made the male on your chest squirm lightly. Praise always did that. For both of them, actually. But you also loved praise. It simply made you feel so proud. You just assumed it was the same for the other two.

Jonathan hummed softly and closed his eyes after leaning on you. "What an asshole." You nodded to his statement slowly. "My thoughts exactly."

Your head began to wander once all three of you were silent. Moments like these were nice to you.

Jonathan clinging to your arm and softly breathing against it while his legs are pulled up, Argyle on your chest, one hand wrapped around your thigh while the other rested somewhere on Jonathans body. And you, right in between them, feeling them on you and making every bit of your skin tingle.

It made you so happy, but happiness wasn't the only thing you felt. Because sometimes Jonathan kissed your shoulder lightly. And sometimes Argyles hand would either wander further down your thigh or up.

It made something in your belly twinge in the best way possible. But it also made your most private spots ache for someone to touch them. Gentle caresses, kisses, sucks, licks, and bites. You'd do anything for just one of those. And seemingly, you weren't very good at hiding that.

"(Y/n)?", Argyle said softly as he looked up at you, which made you look down at him. "What's up, man?", you replied just as softly.

"Are you okay?", he asked nervously. "You're breathing so heavily it makes me think I'm choking you with my weight. Like, your chest is heaving."

You shook your head. "Nonono. It's not that at all, don't worry. You're not too heavy, really. I'm just a little... I don't know." You sighed softly trying to find the word.

You were surprised with how fitting the word Jonathan used to describe it was. "Aroused?" That was the word he said. And it wasn't wrong.

You were around. The breaths on your shoulder, the occasional squeezing of your thigh, the gentle kisses. All this gave you a feeling of immeasurable arousal.

"Yeah. I think that works." You mumbled softly.

And that's when it hit you. Just now, you've indirectly told both of your only friends that they made you horny.

"Sorry, forget I said th- ah~", your own moan intorupped you as you felt a squeeze on your thigh like someone's life depended on it.

Argyle sat up and moved himself up a little so he could properly look at you. "Well, if you're really that horny from it, you'll need help. We can't just let you suffer like this, can we?"

Your face flushed red as your belly tighnled once again. "W-Wha- A-Are you gonna like... touch me?"

The male above you smirked lightly, not in a threatening way. It was more like he was trying to say 'you know it'. And you knew.

"Holy shit.", you mumbled softly as you looked to the side, away from the two.

Your whole body shivered when you felt a pair of soft lips on your neck. They were too thin to be Argyles, so you assumed it was Jonathan taking the initiative and giving you some love to.

"Seems like someone likes the idea I had.", Argyle said with a grin and leaned down to also give you some kisses.

So now, both of them were busy with kissing and sucking on your neck, occasionally even biting into it, which left behind several purple marks on you.

Eventually, Jonathan placed a kiss behind your ear as his hand slid under your shirt to gently squeeze your chest and nipples. Then, he slowly pulled it off together with Argyles help, just to kiss and bite your chest lightly.

You squirmed at the feeling, your whole body tensing up. The two of them were clearly lazy about it, and yet they managed to please every cell of your body with what they were doing.

Eventually, you slowly moved to sit up a bit and reached for Jonathan to place a soft, lazy kiss on his lips. Just a few seconds later, your tongue pressed against his and soft moans escaped you both from it.

In the meantime, Argyle got behind you and placed soft kisses on your back as his erection lazily pressed against your back and ass. It made you a little nervous considering how big he felt, but you didn't plan on complaining.

You then started undressing Jonathan too, removing his shirt, and as you were removing his pants, Argyle was doing the exact same with yours.

Seconds later, you and Jonathan were naked, which you both seemed to find a little unfair, so you both decided to team up in him and undress him.

So now, you and Jonathan were both touching and kissing him all over, lazily moving to go down on him.

Jonathan was busy with Argyles mouth, kissing him and simply enjoying the feeling of their tongues meeting again and again, while you were kissing his thighs before moving to carefully lick over the shaft of his cock.

You heard him moan, which made your whole body tingle with excitement. It sounded so beautiful. His voice low and raspy.

Argyles hand soon reached for your head, your lips still on his shaft. He pushed you forward a little so you were closer against it.

You opened your mouth instinctively and let the tip of it slip in before going down as far as you could, making slight gag noises when it was in.

For a moment, you held your position on the males cock for as long as you could until you were choking and half to pull back to breathe. This didn't really hold for long, though, since Argyle grabbed you gently to pull you up and kiss you lazily.

At the same time, Jonathan moved down to give you the same pleasure that you'd just given Argyle.

It really didn't take long for Jonathan to be preparing your hole for someone entering and barely a minute later, Argyles cock was buried deep inside.

Not only that, but Jonathan got into a position that allowed you to watch him as he first pushed one finger and then a second into his rear to spread himself so he could be fucked after you.

You moaned as you leaned forward, grabbing Jonathans hips and kissing his balls before suckling on them gently.

Jonathan moaned and squirmed as you took care of him, hands hands squeezing his thighs and ass tightly as your tongue dragged over his balls again and again to make him even more whiny.

Your body trembled lightly at the feeling of being pounded into while also being able to please Jonathan this way.

Once all of you had cum at least once, you switched positions again and again.

First, you were on top with the other two, pleasing you to the fullest.

The second to be on top was Jonathan, though he was only on top because he was riding Argyle and you were playing with his cock.

And lastly, Argyle was the one to be on top, and this was where things got tricky. You were on the bed, head pushed down into the mattress with full force, while Jonathan had his arms wrapped around you, kissing your back while moaning into it and on the very end was Argyle, above the two of you, pounding into Jonathan, which made Jonathand cock dig deep into you in a way you couldn't entirely explain.

It all ended with one very skillfully thrust from Argyle which made the three of you cum together, dirtying the sheets beneath you in more ways that just one.

But right now you couldn't care less. You were way too fucked out to even care.

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Masterlist:

[idkwhatimdoing1981]

Nancy with Argyle and Jonathan

[rowinablx]

Jargyle fans we have lost

[shieldofiron]

Jonathan, collect your man.

[harringroveera]

Don’t worry Jonathan you look great in the skirt!

[senorablack]

On the Injustices of the Modern Senior Discount

Words: 1143 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Argyle/Jonathan Byers Characters: injustices of the world Additional Tags: Humor, Shippy Gen, idiot 4 idiot Summary: Steve finds Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan in the middle of a protest.

When Steve finds his guy, Eddie’s handcuffed to the theatre doors. His right wrist is, anyway. His left is cuffed to Argyle’s. And cuffed to Argyle’s left ankle, is Jonathan’s right. Argyle attempts a wave, but the movement takes Eddie’s arm with it, which results in a supersized soaking of icy coke all over the pair. Jonathan snorts. Probably because he’s managed to be unscathed by the splash back.

“S’why we should have gone with 7-up.” He says. But Steve barely catches it from where he lies on the sidewalk, head pillowed in his hands.

“But you like coke, dude.” Argyle says, taking off his second layer and dabbing it at his sticky stomach.

“Without…a doubt…” Jonathan says through yawns, “but 7-up doesn’t stain.”

“Board shorts can be replaced, you know, but supersized sales on fountain drinks last forever.”

“No man, this all-you-can-drink sale ends July thirty-first, ” Eddie says, “And today’s the… ”

“Thirtieth .” Jonathan supplies.

“Yeah, so like, what are we doing sitting here and not like, out there, disrupting the land?" Argyle asks, "High time we pretended we’re some white folk from the east, man, and that that fountain machine is our California gold.”

“Some of us are white folk from the east.” Jonathan breathes.

Steve can't be sure that he's really even awake. Argyle tries again, but Steve shuts him down immediately, not needing to hear anything more.

“Could I just—“ Steve pinches the bridge of his nose (and mumbles why do I even hang out with you bozos), “—could I just interrupt you guys for a sec. Anyone want to tell me what’s up with the cuffs?”

“Cuffs?” Eddie asks, with a head tilt. “Come again?”

“I said, DID YOU PUT YOURSELF HERE OR DO I HAVE TO CALL BAIL BONDS?”

The trio wince.

“Roll the volume back to 3, brother, I’m sensitive.” Argyle says, twisting a pinky in his ear.

“He always swabs too harsh.” Jonathan says, and turn to his side. It brings Argyle’s ankle over his own. Argyle doesn’t seem to notice or mind.

“You wanna make sure you got all those little gummy guys out of there.” Eddie says, “Jay think fast!”

Jonathan returns to his back a second late and instead of his open mouth, the popcorn kernel Eddie tossed at him falls into his shirt. Steve hadn’t seen it before, but when Jonathan sits up, there is a littering of kernels outlining Jonathan’s concrete bed like some kind of buttery snow-angel. Eddie shoots him a comforting smile.

“I’ll get it one day.” Jonathan says with a shrug.

“Hey, I won’t give up on you, if you don’t give up on you.” Eddie says. Argyle places a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

“That right there, brooooooooo, that’s some real ass shit man. You could work for hallmark.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t last one—“

“GUYS!” Steve shouts again. “Let’s reel this back to why the hell you’re all cuffed together, mmkay?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re protesting.” Eddie says and fishes a half soak joint from his pocket.

He frowns. Argyle pats him on the back consolingly, retreats, and digs through Jonathan’s jean jacket to procure some rolling papers.

“Protesting what?”

Argyle takes out his wallet, places a paper on top, and uses a nail to cut open the soaked joint. He empties the bud onto the new paper and re-rolls like he’s performing brain surgery.

“Being denied the senior discount.” Eddie says with a growl.

“None of you are seniors.” Steve says.

“What, because of our age? I was a senior a mere three months ago, my guy.” Argyle says, and then snaps his fingers in Eddie’s direction. Eddie mindlessly brings out his zippo and hands it to Argyle.

“Doctor.” Eddie says quickly.

“Doctor.” Argyle says in kind. He holds the flame under the length of the joint, close enough to seal but not burn.

“No, right? For christ sakes, Steve, I was a senior three times. That means I should have like, three times the discount…” Eddie’s brows scrunch. “If my math is right.”

Steve covers both hands over his face. And then runs them through his hair, pushing back the waves in all kinds of odd angles. He imagines they look like how he inwardly feels—distressed.

“It’s not.” He says flatly.

“But the formula…” Argyle starts. And Steve has to cut him off again.

“You! Hey!” Steve kicks at bottom of one of Jonathan’s converse. “Okay, no, you—why are you here? You know better.”

“Oh, I know better, man. I know better than to trust the man to fairness and equality. We all deserve access to Alien 3.”

“Sure. Right. Okay.”

“Plus,” Jonathan says with a laugh, “this is where the bud went and I was promised nachos.”

“Christ, you really need to stop hanging around Eddie, because you’re starting to make less sense than him.”

“Nah, E&J Spa Day Saturdays are sacred and irreplaceable.”

“You don’t even go to the spa.”

“I dunno, it just sounds better than Jonathan and Eddie get blasted, visit natural history museums, and make up fake lore about earth and mankind’s evolution Saturdays.”

“Huh, now I see why I don’t get to tag along.” Steve says with raised brows. “Guess I owe you a thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jonathan says.

“Wait, wait…so where’s the patty wagon?”

“Get this. These are the auxiliary doors.” Eddies says.

“Walk me through that one?” Steve raises a brow.

“We can’t, sweets, because they’re only for emergencies.” Eddie says this like Steve is five, as if he's the one missing the mark. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Forget I asked. Alternate definitions welcomed, guys.”

“Back doors.” Argyle says.

“Oh.” Steve scratches his brow with a pinky nail, “So no one’s even noticed you guys, have they?”

“Oh, they’ve noticed, Steve, baby. But just like any other injustice of the world all these—bawk bawk bawk—chickens are couped. Conditioned to ignore wrong doing if it ain’t immediately doing them wrong!”

Instead of engaging in whatever all that means, Steve squats and levels them all with a scrutinizing stare.

“How high are you guys right now?”

Argyle frowns. Starts to speak. Stops. Studies the joint he’s nursed back to health. And then fixes Steve with a serious look.

“Dude, I think the real question is how high aren’t we right now? Like, one could posit that, like, we can and should, be like, higher.”

Steve closes his eyes. Breathes through his nose.

“I don’t even—christ—get yourself unlocked. I’ll pay for the tickets. You’re still getting the Nachos, babe.” Steve says.

“Fair enough." Eddie nods. "Suppose the cause could pause for a free hour and a half of thrills and chills.”

When everyone is free and standing, Argyle’s striking up the lighter again. Steve steals the joint he’d been meaning the light right from his lips.

“If I’m buying, you assholes sure as hell owe me first hit.”

[allysartblog]

Middle aged Jonathan is that guy who leaves long comments on 80s/90s music videos info dumping about how he first kissed Argyle to Lovesong by The Cure and that they got married decades later.

[sky-neverending]

being a Jargyle truther while simultaneously being an aroace Jonathan Byers truther was too hard so I made Jonathan demiromantic and demisexual instead bc why not have the best of both headcanons

anyway i should write more Jargyle