#argyle x plus size reader

[decodedlvr]

Lets be honest, Argyles favorite sex position goes between missionary or his partner on top but, chest to chest sweaty stoned passionate sex kinda missionary ; maybe even a little giggly. I can just see him all like :

‘yeah baby, ya like that? god you’re beautiful’ with him caressing your face with his long hair all flipped to one side like a curtain, just fuckin grinding into that soft inside you. Or :

He loves all body types, I see him just loving a little more extra meat to grab yk? Especially when it comes to gravity and being on top of him, he loves to grab the fat of your love handles watching you take what you want from him. Sometimes you pull his hair to bring him closer towards you, to your chest so he can suck your nipples and you just start to bounce on his fat cock faster, then his hands slowly creep down to the bottoms of your ass cheeks to grip them wider so he can fuck up harder inside of you.. ‘shh-iittt, fuckin pussys so good pretty girl. Hold on babe I gotchu, I gotchu come on baby..’ 😵‍💫😵‍💫

reblogs appreciated:>

[drewharrisonwriter]

You can't tell me Henry's latest selfie isn't giving us Hank from Donor.

In case you're wondering what the fuck I'm talking about lol I wrote an HC fic last year. It ain't great, but somehow satisfied my deluluness. LOL Oh yeah, it's called Donor.

[spookykoolkat]

always mine, forever - e.m.

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pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

summary: hosting a movie night for you and all of your friends was the least stressful part of it all. the thing that worried you the most was how you were going to function with eddie the freak munson sleeping downstairs, the man you'd crushed on for the longest. what happens when eddie is the last one awake after everyone's gone to bed?

warnings: MDNI!!!!!! 18+ ONLY! minors r not welcome! (eddie is 20, reader is 19), mentions of mutual pining, harmless flirting, talks of body image, oral sex (f receiving), foreplay (fingering), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding, dirty talk, long buildup (lots of words.), virgin!reader, just filth and a bit of fluff? ENJOY!!!

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You agreed to being the host for movie night slash sleepover, so as you got everything ready for the group of teenagers spending the night in your home, you managed to pull out sheets, blankets and pillows for everyone to choose from. it was just going to be the older teens, the kids were sleeping over at Max's house, and in the morning we all decided to meet there to go out on the town together.

It was nice, having a small family consisting of everyone who witnessed the monstrosities that happened over the last four years. It was going to be you, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Argyle, Robin, and Eddie, bunched up in a house that only held two long couches and a blow up bed. You warned everyone it might be tight but compared to everyone else's living spaces, it was the ideal sleepover spot.

You were honestly a little nervous having everyone here tonight, specifically Eddie. It wasn't like there was an obvious attraction between you two, hell you felt closer to everyone else but Eddie. He tried though, he did whatever it took to at least get a word out to you, or to acknowledge however he could. You knew who Eddie was, and frankly your aesthetic clashes hard with his.

Though you loved punk bands, you were more into the goth scene, but you listened to everything. You enjoyed creepy things, gorey movies, but you also had a bubbly side to you that usually overpowered everything else. While you drank and smoked, you didn't do it as much as everyone else and they never pressured you either. You or Robin would end up as the designated drivers, posing as the mothers of the group. You didn't like to not feel like yourself, so only on occasion did you smoke or drink.

Everyone respected it, including Eddie, which you enjoyed. he enjoyed the different aesthetics everyone had, but took a peculiar interest in yours. He kind of studied you, especially since you weren't someone who he would talk to under any other circumstance.

The beauty of the horrors that happened in Hawkins brought people together, even the oddest of combinations.

But Eddie. You knew how Eddie was even before you guys talked. He was one of the outcasts that truly didn't give a fuck that he was the outcast.

He took pride in that, and also didn't fight the generational cycle of being classified as a fuck up. He was a douchebag to everyone else, including your friends, except for you.

You heard the asshole comments that would come out of his mouth, his smart ass retorts, his sarcasm, but he never did that with you. You sort of started feeling something for him during the end of freshman year. You would secretly go to the area he and his friends would play, just to listen to the music. You were too nervous to be the girl that walks up to anyone first, let alone Eddie.

He intimidated you honestly, the rings and the metal music, his punk rock aesthetic. You had every reason to believe there was no way he'd even look your way, he didn't see like the type to love all types of women. You kept telling yourself that nobody truly liked fat girls, no one really finds us attractive. There's no way Eddie Munson would even look at you as anything more than a mere friend, or even friend of a friend.

But he did.

Eddie couldn't risk the truth when you first came into the group, he couldn't risk anyone knowing that he'd been crushing on you since freshman year. It was like clockwork, Eddie never failed to fall so hard for someone who didn't even look his way.

But he saw you, and the things that drew you to him was the fact that you dressed as you pleased, spoke how you wanted, and that it seemed to him you didn't know he existed. What was your issue? He would think to himself every time he thought maybe he'd catch you looking at him at least once.

Eddie felt he could not be a man without seeing your beauty. That any man who overlooked you was simply not a man, but a boy. The high school girls who made fun of your weight, the boys who snickered close enough for you to hear, just so you know that they think you look ridiculous, he saw everything, and he absolutely hated it.

He couldn't even fathom how anyone could take a look at you and decide you were ugly because of your weight. Or ugly in general. Eddie wanted to force them to see you, to see what everyone was missing out on, what he was missing out on.

"Maybe get some clothes that fit, fat ass." Basketball players, football players, the jocks, hell even the nerds.

"You're just mad cause you can't make it past the cheeks, asshole," you would retort. It didn't bother you the way it bothered Eddie.

It caused him to feel this certain rage, that someone could be so comfortable commenting on someone's body, but especially yours. He thought you were perfect. Eddie genuinely believed you could do no wrong, even if you hurt him a million times and more.

As you set up the DVDs on your TV mantle, you heard the doorbell ringing and it made you glance at the clock. 5:00PM. You walked over to the door, opening it to see Nancy and Robin, smiling widely with their overnight bags in hand and plastic bags, insinuating they brought snacks or goodies for their small get together.

You greeted them with tight hugs, complimenting their looks and inviting them inside.

"Are we the only ones here?" Nancy asked and you nodded with your lips pressed into a thin line and she shook her head.

"Of course we are Nance, they're boys. Always a littleeeee bit behind." Robin said as she set her bags down on the couch, keeping her plastic bag and going into the kitchen, you and Nance following her.

"What'd ya bring me?" You said smiling, as you sat on the barstool in front of your kitchen island, Nancy on your side and Robin across from you.

"Well, I figured Ed would bring the weed so I brought booze. And sprite because well, you're a little princess who shall not be tainted by us, the bad influences." Robin said sarcastically, giving a playful smile to let you know she's just joking.

"Shut up Robin, I can get crazy if I wanted to." You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the large bottles to examine.

"You? Get crazy?" Nance raised her eyebrows at you with a small smile, as in 'oh please.' You just smacked your lips and rolled your eyes.

"Yes! I can, watch." You say, almost like a bet to the girls.

"You don't have to, we're just joking." Robin replied, taking the bottle from you again.

"Well, I want to. I'm not driving and it's a Friday night." You replied, deciding to let loose a little tonight.

Before you could continue the conversation, the doorbell rings again followed by consistent obnoxious knocking. It's definitely the guys, so you go to open up the door and is greeted by 4 men, all taller than you, with dumb boyish grins on their faces. Eddie, being one of them is the first one to speak.

"Girl's night!!"

All the guys pour in and go to greet Nancy and Robin after greeting you, Eddie only pulling you in by the waist and hugging you. Robin eyed you from across the room.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" Steve asked, holding onto Nancy's waist as every starts situating themselves in the kitchen.

You watch as Eddie sits at the kitchen island and pulls out a tin lunchbox, unhooking it and taking out the bud, rolling papers, gar wraps, and lighters.

"Look, the pothead came prepared!" Robin joked, Eddie rolling his eyes at her.

"You know, I prefer to be referred to as a business man. I prioritize my clients, but friends come first! Plus, if it wasn't for everybody would be smoking dog shit in a rolling paper." He said proudly, not even looking at his fingers grinding the weed apart.

"No grinder man?" Argyle asked, almost tsking at him.

"What the hell is a grinder?" Nancy asked and looked at you. You just shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. You had no idea, or any knowledge behind marijuana.

"Not when I was born and blessed with nature's grinder," Eddie remarked, shimmying his fingers at him and smiling behind them.

"Anyways," You said, looking towards everyone.

"I'm thinking we can just watch movies, drink, smoke, play games—honestly I don't care we can do whatever." You said and they all agreed, smiling.

The playful banter continued, and it sparked more conversation amongst the group but you really weren't paying attention. You look over to Eddie to see his focused and kind of hunched over his work. You decided to walk over to him and sit down next to him, giving him a smile as he glanced up at you quickly.

"Whatchya doin'?" You sang in a tune, nodding your head towards the materials he has.

"Creating art," he exasperated, starting to sprinkle the green herb into something that looks like a small brown rectangle.

"Can I watch?" You ask, resting your chin on your knuckles.

"Making me a little nervous sweetheart, think I got performance anxiety," He said after seemingly poking a hole through the cigar wrap he was using.

"You? Eddie Munson? Performance anxiety?" You asked, pausing with every question.

"I can be.....how I am, and still be a bit shy when a pretty girl watches me do something I've done for years. Can't help it," He said shrugging. He was hoping that maybe by dropping hints you'd start to notice him more. But you did notice him. Always.

He started to tear small pieces of another cigar wrap and patching the hole up, acting as a surgeon.

You acknowledged all of his little tid-bits, his quirks, how his eyebrow sometimes twitches when he's focused or how when he's a little zoned out, his mouth hangs open slightly. You adored everything about the man sitting next to you and still for some reason you could not admit it, not even to Nancy or Robin.

"Didn't you have a band? It was like," You furrowed your eyebrows, digging for the memory of his music he played in during freshman year.

You tried to use it as a point of him being ridiculous for insinuating you make him nervous. Eddie looked up to you curiously before licking the wrap to seal it, and he couldn't even believe you knew he played music. He swore you never acknowledged him, or saw him how he saw you. He would walk by you on purpose, cutting corners to see you come out of class so he'd be in the hall the same time as you, and nothing.

What he didn't know was you stole small glances of him enough to not get caught. It was like you knew exactly when he was going to snap his head around to see who's eyes he felt on him, and you just pretended to act as if you weren't looking in his direction.

You listened to his conversations occasionally when he was loud enough, and believe he was loud.

When you looked back at him to finally prove you remembered the name, your mind went blank seeing him looking at you licking the blunt to finally smoke. He was just so attractive, so sexy, everything about his hands to his tattoos to his face, he was everything to you and he didn't know. You have always wanted to tell him, you constantly told yourself that the worst he'd do is reject you.

"It was, uh, Corroded Coffin, no? " You said slowly, and he sat back up from his crouched position, setting the blunt on the table.

"Yes. Yes it was. And still is! We perform still, small gigs but it's more than enough for me right now." He said proudly, beginning to roll again but with a white paper.

"What's the difference between them? Why is that one like paper?" You asked, nodding towards his paraphernalia scattered on your counter.

"Well you see," He starts, leaning into you while picking both the paper and the pre-rolled blunt.

"This one, it's actually a cigar. But, when you split that cigar and remove the contents of said cigar, also called the 'guts' of the cigar, you have something like this," and removes the blunt from the spotlight, raising the paper to glorify its presence.

"But, this is just paper. Made for things like weed or tobacco, but you roll regular tobacco in this paper it's just a cigarette. Roll your weed in this paper, it's a joint." He teaches, and you actually listen.

You truly weren't the most amazing student, you're getting by in high school, a solid B/C student. But, listening to Eddie just now you learned the difference between two things pertaining to something you don't even really do. You just loved to listen to Eddie talk, especially about things he loves and is passionate about.

Every tangent he went on, every venting episode he's had, every weird conversation about things that could or could not exist—you listened. You were fascinated by his words, his way of speaking, it was possible you could listen to his voice for hours.

"I see, so is the one used with the cigar also tobacco?" You asked, picking it up yourself from his fingers and examining it.

"Mmm, yeah it's a tobacco leaf that is used to smoke tobacco. But someone got creative and freaky and decided to try something else. You know, I always wanted to try to smoke out of like a plant. That'd be cool." He said, and you smiled and laughed a little as he bumped you with his shoulder.

"Now give it back before you hurt yourself." He jokes, taking it from you and you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, I'm a big girl I can handle myself." You rolled your eyes and rested your forearms on the cold marble slab.

"I'm sure you can sweetheart."

You just smiled, and bumped him back decided to sit and watch him roll this next one. Everyone sort of made their way around the house, everyone doing their own thing or settling in before everyone starts to drink and relax.

"Hey, can we order pizza?"

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It was 8pm by the time everyone settled down into the couches, picking A Nightmare On Elm Street to watch, two blunts being passed around as well as red solo cups on each person. Everyone was chatting, laughing, and overall feeling really good being all together in each others presence. Nancy and Steve sat in a pair, as well as Jonathan and Argyle, leaving you, Eddie and Robin on the other couch.

You sat on the side of the couch where the armrest was, Eddie sitting next to you, and Robin decided to sit in front of the couch rather than on the couch after the first death in the movie. You smiled at her childlike position, almost sitting directly in front of the TV. You got passed the blunt from Argyle, him saying something about how tight this strain of weed was, not really registering gin your head because to you, weed was weed.

"Blue dream, never heard of it?" A voice came from next to you as you breathed in the smoke, the THC coating your lungs.

"I thought it was just weed," You choked out, finally exhaling and pulling another drag, respecting the rules of the rotation.

Eddie watched as you inhaled the second puff, passing it to him and he grabbed it from between your fingers, lingering a little to graze your skin. Everyone already got comfortable, everyone sitting in their respective PJs. You, sitting in a pair of fluffy shorts with a black tank top, still tight and still making your tits sit pretty without a bra.

Eddie didn't go without noticing, especially when the room is dark and the only light is emulating from the TV and small lights hanging above it.

Eddie hit the blunt twice, passing it to Robin who reaches back to grab it.

"Let Eddie do his marijuana 101 class, again," he said, scooting a little closer with his blanket.

Now you noticed him, his long hair and his wide brown eyes that still seemed wide even after being high. Your eyes on the otherhand feel lazy, low and dazed, still searching his face for new features you never noticed. Like his small moles peppered in weird places, a small light one placed right on the cupids bow of his lip.

"A weed strain is basically just a classification of the plant's makeup. So what makes weed, weed. It's like when animals breed, if an animal bred with another species. If that makes sense. Honestly, I'm kind of stoned out of my mind so. Just know every strain is different, and I talk a lotttt when I'm high, so." He summed up, feeling a little embarrassed about his whispered rambling. Everyone else was glued onto the TV screen, the score of the movie louder than the two of you.

"Mm, so you're a weed know -it-all?" You teased, your legs bent sideways to get more comfortable into the couch.

"Something like that." he said, his tone not really lighthearted anymore. He was too distracted watching you. Maybe it was the weed, but he truly couldn't focus on anything but you.

The conversation ends there, leaving you to focus back on the screen as Freddy attacks again. But as Eddie scopes out the room, the only people even awake at this moment was you, Eddie, Argyle and Nancy.

Robin ended up falling asleep on the floor after you all finished the first blunt, Steve is laid up on Nancy as she bats her eyes open, visibly fighting her sleep, and Argyle is still puffing clouds as the second blunt starts to get smaller and smaller.

The room is smokey, a little claustrophobic but not noticeable through your high, and Argyle passes it back to you so you can take another two hits from it. While you smoke, your mind starts to drift to think about the guy sitting next to you in his guitar printed pajama pants and black t-shirt, his usual silver chain sitting on his sternum.

You were able to see most of him through your peripheral vision, his hands resting on his own lap, his chest rising and falling, and the way his legs are spread while he's slumped against the cushion now.

You thought about you and him being the only people in the room, crawling on top of him and letting your ass press against him. You wanted him in the dirtiest ways right now and you felt the weed and little bit of alcohol you drank in your system. You felt incredibly needy for him, thinking of sinful thoughts while he's right next to you. You felt crazy, almost silly, you wanted to laugh at yourself.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered lowly, weed and vodka on his breath, still not enough to make you repulsed. You didn't notice you were completely staring at his lips and jaw, not until you shook your head slightly and smiled.

"Yeah, m' sorry, got distracted.": You confessed, shifting your legs to lay across his lap. You needed some sort of contact, you didn't care what it was. You knew it would never go further than this, so you're allowed to dwell in it a little more.

"I need to stretch, you don't mind?" Like he'd say yes.

"Not at all, stretch as you please ma'am." He grinned, placing his arms to rest on your shins as he passed the blunt in Nancys direction, when she decided to tap out. Eddie reached and handed it to Argyle, letting him finish whatever was left.

"Yo dudes... I'm.. stonedddd." Argyle whispered and laughed, making you giggle at his tolerance as if him and Eddie didn't have the highest tolerance of the group.

"Me too," You agreed, looking at Eddie who smiled with squinted eyes, nodding in agreement.

"I need to take a wazz. Be right back," Argyle said, getting him from his sat position next to Jonathan's sleeping figure and goig to the restroom.

You glanced over at Nancy, and sure enough she's passed out, leaning against Steve under a blanket. It was just you and Eddie. but no words were said. Your body wasn't facing the TV anymore, instead your body faced Eddie since your legs laid on his.

"You feel okay?" He asked, his large, warm hand going to rub your leg, squeezing occasionally. You almost squirmed, his touch sent a sense of energy through you, straight to your core.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. What about you? My legs aren't too heavy for you?" You teased, resting your head against the couch cushion next to you.

"Mm, you could never be too heavy for me sweetheart. Bet I could lift you up and carry you where you needed to go." He said, squeezing your calf. Eddie tip toed around you, never exposing his truth to you or anyone, but everyone saw it. Nancy saw, Robin saw, hell even the guys saw how crazy Eddie was for you.

"I wouldn't be so confident about that. I weigh waaaay more than Chrissy Cunningham, sir. The girls you've been with were easy to pick up, I might be a bit of a challenge." You teased, and you felt his hand inch up towards the thickness of your bare thighs. You didn't know how to tell him to stop unless he wanted you on top of him.

"I"m Eddie Munson, sweet girl. I never shy away from a challenge, even though picking you up wouldn't be a challenge for me." The real challenge was picking you up and not holding you against a wall so he can slide in and out of you.

"How did you know I slept with Chrissy? That was like, sophomore year." He asked, genuinely curious.

Because of social statuses, Chrissy wanted to put it to the side, she said some things just weren't meant for other peoples eyes. But it didn't stop her from coming around Eddie in public, it just made Eddie more weary about sleeping with her. He felt better with her as his friend rather than fuck buddy simply because, Chrissy wasn't his type. Physically yes, but emotionally, no. He thought she was gorgeous, but he couldn't keep his attention her, or any other girl for that matter.

There was only you.

"I think I paid more attention to you than you did me. I know I was like, in the shadows and shit, so I don't blame you for like, not noticing me. But yeah, I saw her hanging around you a lot and then well, word gets around in the girls' bathroom." You confessed, your eyes still on his as his hand rested on your thigh, closer to your knee.

"And what was this word that was getting around, hm?" he asked, moving one hand to run through his hair.

"That you and Chrissy were like, a thing. Or that you guys hooked up a lot. Things of that nature." You admitted, looking down at your fingers then glancing back at him.

There was a pause of silence, and you started to feel like maybe you overstepped. Who are you to comment on his sex life? You're just friends!

"I did notice you." he said, moving his body to lean into you more, scooting closer to you on the couch with your legs still on top of his thighs.

"You don't have to lie Eddie, if it wasn't for Nancy I don't think we'd even be talking right now." You said, noticing his close proximity now.

Before he could reply, Argyle comes out of the restroom yawning, the room still completely dark so you couldn't see Eddie staring at you intently.

"I'm soo sleepy my dudes, I think I'm gonna hit the sack." He said and you move your legs from Eddie's lap and stand up so they can all start to rearrange themselves. Everyone slowly starts to wake up, still stoned, but now passing each other pillows and blankets. Eddie on the other hand, is stuck.

"I will see you guys in the morning, I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. Goodnight," you said and they all lazily murmured goodnight in unison.

You could just feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back, until you disappear upstairs and enter your room. You practically throw yourself against the bed, immediately shutting your eyes and squeezing your legs. You inhale and exhale, then remove your shorts to get comfortable and crawling inside your blankets.

Eddie, was forced to sleep on the floor with Jonathan and Argyle. Steve and Nancy took the couch with the ottoman so they could both fit, and Robin refused to sleep on the floor so she took the other couch. But as everyone around him fell back asleep, Eddie's eyes stayed open.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he wanted you more than anything, even just to be next to. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, he would never overstep, all he needed was to even be in your presence and he's completely satisfied.

But an hour went by. Then two hours, and then three. By the time Eddie started to feel his bladder fill up, it was one in the morning and still not a wink of sleep.

He knew that the only restroom there was is the one two doors from your room, upstairs. So he forced himself to get up, and trudge upstairs, past your room and into the restroom but the minute he walked in, the urge to pee was gone. He was too distracted, looking at himself in the mirror wondering if he should act on his impulses or not.

"It's not like you two never shared a bed before." He whispered to himself, looking back at the time you two had to bunk together at Will's house. But, at the time feelings and emotions weren't the focus.

He shook himself out of it, breathed in and out, and told himself it's just two friends sleeping in the same bed, if you even said yes.

A knock woke you out of your sleep, your eyes still squinted, the weed somehow hitting harder after a few hours of sleep.

"Mmm, who is it?" Your voice strained, sleep coating it making it hard for Eddie to hear.

"Uh, it's Eddie." He whispered yelled and you kind of got more alert, but didn't stop yourself from telling him to come in. The only light in the room after he shut the door behind him was the pink lava lamp on your bedside table. You saw him in pink through the blurriness of your vision, you sitting up on your elbow to see him.

"I, uh, couldn't sleep. Floor's uncomfortable. You think I can crash with you?" He asked, his hands behind his back. You didn't really think about it, you weren't uncomfortable or anything. You knew he was your friend and you thought you knew that there was no attraction on his end.

"Yeah, but um, I don't have shorts on so, just.. yeah." You were just too sleepy to explain yourself, hoping he'd get the hint that if he wasn't okay with it you weren't going to put them on, and he can leave.

"Don't mind me. Live your truth," He whispered, smiling and going to the other side of the bed to lift the sheets and crawl in with you. Your bed was pretty big, but you were a bigger girl so you could kinda feel the heat of his body against you.

Eddie faced your back, his head now against your pillows, in your bed, and he was in love with the smell. You smelled of coconuts and some kind of floral fragrance, and he basked in it the entire time he laid next to you.

"Are you awake?" He poked you and you sighed

"Yes Edward, I am awake." You moaned.

What could he possibly want right now? It's not that you were annoyed, you just wanted to go to sleep as fast as possible so you would forget you had Eddie fucking Munson in your bed.

"What's your favorite band?" he asked and you smiled to yourself, his randomness was also something that never failed to make you smile.

"Guess." You told him, knowing he probably wouldn't know, but it'd be worth a try.

But he knew, he knew exactly what your favorite band. He would listen to the songs that came out of your walk-man since you played it loud enough to hear.

"Sisters of Mercy." He said in a sure voice, and you were taken aback.

No one truly knew your music taste, you weren't one to play the music when you had guests over or friends to hang out with. He practically left you speechless, and you then thought about what else he knew about you that you don't remember mentioning to him. There was a small silence, something you took for granted as you tried to wonder how he knew. Almost like reading your mind and noticing your body shifting, he spoke.

"I noticed you." He said, moving his hands to rest under his cheek. He just kept his eyes on your back, taking advantage of the fact that your eyes weren't on him.

"What?" You said confused, more awake than ever now. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head the way you stared down the wall across from you.

"You said I didn't notice you and that I was lying. But I did notice you. I don't know how you never knew but I had the biggest fucking crush on you for like, ever. Maybe even since middle school. Which is kind of weird since we never talked? But, you were just like, woah," He said, his heart beating against the wall of his chest. It all spilled out like word vomit, he couldn't stop but also didn't want to stop.

"You're just so fucking pretty. Like do you understand how gorgeous you are? Not just to me but to everyone with a fucking brain?" This one was foreign to you, you were so frozen that Eddie was actually telling you that you were gorgeous. You kind of forgot how to breathe, especially with being able to just feel his presence next to you.

"Eds.. You don't actually like me do you? Like, I really didn't think that was ever even an option to consider." You insisted but he just kind of laughed it off behind you.

"I've liked you for a long time sweetheart, you're perfect to me. I really just want to shrink you so I can carry you in my pocket with me everywhere. I never not want to be around you. I only ever feel alive, or real when you look at me."

Eddie needed you to know now and spoke in a more serious manner, before he lives until he's 95 thinking about what could've been if he had went into your room to confess to you. He knew it was a big reach to assume you'd be receptive and feel the same way, but who was Eddie Munson without his lack of shame?

"Me too." You whispered, now Eddie was the frozen one.

"What was that?" He asked. He needed the clarification before he exploded, because if you meant what he thinks you meant, he didn't know what he'd do.

"I've liked you too. I think about you a lot honestly," You bit your lip and gripped your pillow, shifting your body. You could practically hear your heartbeat in the silence of the room.

"What?" He asked again, so you said it again.

"Eddie, I like you too. I want you too, and have for a while." Still facing the wall you just wait to hear his voice again.

"You, want me?" He whispered, lowly this time and you started to blush. Grateful he wasn't looking at you, you let yourself get a bit embarrassed. Confessing you've wanted him, thee Eddie Munson who could pretty much have whoever he wanted.

"I've wanted you forever. I was actually jealous of Chrissy. I kind of thought you'd never really go for someone who looked like me, so I kinda just kept my head down around you. It seemed like you always had someone to entertain yourself with and the someone in question were always like, skinny girls. Or fit girls. I didn't think, I don't know I feel like you saw me as more of one of the guys or something." You rambled and waited for his response. There was just silence, and you knew maybe he wasn't serious like you were. You had just confessed to wanting him and he wasn't saying anything.

Until you felt him scoot closer, and putting his hand at the curve of your waist. His hand caressed your side, feeling and almost massaging at your rolls and moving his hand to go towards your stomach.

"You don't have shit to be jealous about Chrissy. Size doesn't matter to me, I think you're fucking sexy. I'd rather see you dance around in that little cheer outfit, I'd rather see you in my bed," He said without a trace of goofiness.

He was serious, and he was starting to get hot and bothered by touching you. He gets closer and practically presses himself against you, his hands and fingers moving over your bare thighs to your side, to your stomach.

He was gripping and massaging and feeling all of you and you loved it. You even started to put your arm over his, letting it follow his as he feels your body under his touch. His hand covered a lot and he was able to grip almost all of you everywhere, and he was taking pleasure in having you this close to him, all to himself.

"I'd choose you a thousand times over. You don't know how bad I've fucking craved to see you, all of you. How I wished to be the asshole you were kissing in the hallways, how I've wanted to feel you like this for years." He kept going, tugging at your panties as you started to move your hips to grind into his hardening cock, and he groaned softly.

"Eddie, please. I, I need you. Want you inside, please," You whimpered and he moaned at the feeling of your ass rubbing into him, squeezing your side and putting his chin on your shoulder to see your tits from that angle. He wanted to see your face, to see your entire body, but for right now he can wait.

"You are so precious, baby. Look at you, grinding into me, who are you right now?" He breathed against your neck, his hand starting to move under your shirt and towards your panties.

"Do you want me like this, princess?" He asked you, tapping closer and closer to your mound.

"Yes, Eddie, I fucking want it please, please," You begged him, moving your legs and hips to try to get closer to his fingers.

"These panties are so cute baby, these polka dots?" He teased, moving your panties down enough with one hand to access your wet core.

You felt a little embarrassed at your granny panties but he loved them. Anything you were in, he loved. You could be wearing a prison jumpsuit and he'd think you were gorgeous, and innocent.

"Mmph, if I knew you were going to confess your love to me and start touching me, I would've wore different ones," You admitted, rushing to get your sentence out because before you know it his fingers were indulging in your wetness, feeling how warm you were and how fat your cunt was, coating his fingers before slowly rubbing your nub that he found easily. He loved every part of you, and feeling how you felt on his fingers, he knew he was going to be obsessed with you.

"Is that right? You have 'fuck me' panties hm?" He taunted and moved his fingers faster as you moved against his body and rubbed against his boner even more.

"Ed-Eddie, you, fuuck oh my god, how- fuck what the fuck," You moaned, trying to moan quietly so no one wakes up and remembers in the morning.

"I kind of like these though. Not kind of, I like them a lot." He confessed and watched you as you whined and squirmed against his body, against his fingers.

"Love the way your ass looks in these, just so fucking sexy,"

"You feel, s-so good. Don't stop, please," You said in a breathy moan, and honestly he almost painted his boxers with his cum.

"You are going to drive me fucking crazy like this, baby," He groaned against your neck and you started to feel your orgasm creep up on you the minute he pushes two of his thick, tattooed fingers inside of your dripping hole.

"Oh fuck, look at you, you're doing so good for me taking my fingers like that. You are so fucking intoxicating, princess." He groaned as you felt him push his pelvis into the cheek of your ass.

"You see what you do to me? You make me go feral," He said and you decided to take the hand that was gripping Eddie's wrist, and reach behind you to find your way into his pants, grabbing his hard on and gently stroking, making him start to blank out.

Eddie actually seems to forget everything around him but you, and loses every thought he ever hand as he feels your wrap try to grip him firmly so your hand could be fully grasping it. But without ever seeing Eddie's cock, you can just feel how big it was. He wasn't just big, he was thick and you were admittedly scared.

"Wait, Eds, I-" The minute you said wait his hand stopped, leaving your core and instead going to your side as he lifted himself up to see you fully. You rolled onto your back after taking your hand away from him and he searched your face worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I do too much? I'm sorry I-" He started to apologize and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, meeting your lips with his.

The minute your lips touch you know in your gut you'd never be able to kiss anyone else and have it feel the same as it does right now. Maybe you really were in love with him because you'd never felt like this before.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I want more, and i want you, it's just," You hesitated, wondering if the words that were going to come out of your mouth were going to scare him into not going further.

"You can talk to me, baby. I just told you how much I've always thought about you and looked at you which is borderline stalking. I'll listen." He pokes fun, his hand resting on top of your stomach.

The blankets were practically thrown off when Eddie decided to take your panties to your mid thigh, so now you lie there with your panties pulled back up and your tank top now showing your midriff.

"I'm, technically I'm like, a virgin." You confessed and his eyes went wide involuntarily, which made you cringe. You knew it'd be weird. Almost 19, graduating high school very soon, and not as much as a single guy fingering you ever.

"Like, fully? You've never done anything?" He asked, not a lick of judgement on his tongue.

"No, just, I mean I've obviously touched myself before," You begin and he opens his mouth.

"Obviously," He teased, like he was able to tell. You slapped his chest and laughed, shaking your head.

"Shut up," You said and continued, "I've just never let anyone go that far with me, and trust me there was never much of a line of guys to choose from either." You said and his hand went up to your face, touching your cheek and moving your frizzy hair from your face.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He reassured and you rested your hand against his, looking into his eyes.

"It's not that. I really want to. Like really, especially with you. Only if you're okay with being my first." You said and he almost looked shocked.

You were really asking him if he'd be okay taking your virginity, as if he'd ever say no. Anyone else, he'd say no. Too much emotional baggage for both parties honestly, he felt. But you, here you were just after riding his fingers, in a pair of panties and a thin measly tank top, saying you want him to be your first.

"If I'm okay with it? Only if you're okay with it, and only if this isn't a one time thing. Because I think I'm already obsessed with you and actually seeing you with someone else after this is going to send me to the psych ward." He said seriously, tapping your cheek with his pointer finger.

You loved it. You love the fact that there was this mutual attraction and mutual pining, but it made your core throb knowing he really only wanted you. That he'd lose his mind seeing you with someone else.

You don't answer him, instead you take his fingers from your cheek with your hand, grabbing the same two that were inside of you and teased them around your lips, your tongue poking out to act as if your lips were around his cock.

He couldn't believe what he was watching, how you swirled your tongue around his finger tips and ended up coating them with your spit, sucking on them and licking.

"You, you're-" He tried to spit out but nothing. His head was fucking empty except for this image burned into his mind, and he felt your teeth graze his knuckles as you took them from your mouth.

"I don't know how else to say it, Eddie. I need you." He wasted absolutely no time, diving down to your chest to kiss over your neck and collarbones. He ends up crawling on top of you and spreading your legs open with his knees so he can get between your legs.

"So that means no one's ever eaten this pretty pussy out before?" He asked against your chest, moving his hands up your shirt to your breasts that look absolutely mouth watering when you're on your back. And in general. Eddie just really loved boobs.

"No, I've never let anyone." You responded as he lifted your shirt up releasing your boobs from their confinement and enjoying the way they looked under this pink glow in the room.

"You want me to baby? Cus I reaaaally want to. Like reaaaally, reaaaaaally want to," He said as he brought his face closer to yours.

"I want you to eat me out, please Eddie." You begged in a whisper against his lips. You felt yourself clenching on nothing, still wet from having his fingers inside of you.

"Thank God," He breathed and started to kiss down your boobs, pushing them together with his hands and sucking gently on the skin around your nipples.

"You are so fucking sexy. I'm, fuck you are just, mmpfh," He grunted as he smothered his face in your chest, motor-boating you as you ran your fingers through you hair.

He plays with your tits for a bit, pinching and flicking and sucking your nipple until he makes his way down your stomach. He leaves kisses down every inch of you, gripping you and your stomach as he made his way down between your legs.

"I thought about you, um, like that a lot. I wanted to know how your lips felt on me." You confessed as you stuffed pillows behind your back so you're sitting up a little to see him. He almost felt his cock grow harder after you said that, making him rub gently against the bed.

"Yeah? My sweet girl thinkin' of me eating this pretty ass pussy, thinkin' of my tongue all over you? Is that right?" He asked as he rubbed his pointer finger over the wet spot on your panties, caressing your mound and the outline of your lips.

"I, yes fuck, yes I was. I always thought of, of how you'd feel inside me. I would-" You stopped yourself from saying too much as he continued to rub against your clothed pussy.

"Would what, baby?" He asked, moving his finger to the edge of your panties and running over the fat of your thigh.

"I, I would touch myself. To you." You confessed and Eddie almost fainted. He genuinely felt light headed as he started to picture you in this bed, your hand between those pretty pussy lips and dipping inside your heat.

"In this bed?" He asked, moving his head to kiss and nibble on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here, right here."

"Let me take these off for you baby," he said grabbing the hem of your panties and dragging them down. You lift your hips up and let him slide them off, opening your legs again do his face is right in front of your pussy. He honestly loved the hair you had, his hands going to tug in it.

"M' sorry, I haven't shaved in a bit," You confessed, looking down at him between your legs as his eyes looked up.

"You think I care baby? Love this shit, you're so fucking perfect. I bet you taste better than you look," He groaned as immediately moved his hand to take two fingers and spread your heat to expose your clit and hole.

"Look at this, fuck I'm trying not to bust right now, you are soaked. It's all for me angel?" He asked, rubbing his fingers along your slit and you're almost sat up with your knees bent, so your tits are pushed together and kind of in your face as you squirm and moan

"All for you Eddie, please. You make me so fucking wet," You confessed and threw your head back when his tongue laid flat on your clit.

"Fuck, Eddie oh my god," you moaned, leaning back more to push your mound into his face and he noticed. He let you push up to suffocate him with your pussy. He pulled away with a large breath.

"Don't be shy, baby. You want me to eat you out? Make me do it, ride my face if you want to, push my head into this pretty pussy. I will die by this fucking pussy, princess." He growled, looking into your eyes as you whimpered and nodded.

He smiled, kissing your inner thigh before going back to licking and suck at your clit before entering his two fingers.

You don't hold back with your moans, or the force your putting into grinding your cunt into his face.

"Baby, please please don't stop, fu-fuck it feels so good please," You cried, his eyes never leaving yours as he slurps and licks all your juices.

He was in heaven, there was nothing that could compare to watching you losing your mind over his tongue. He wanted you to feel good, to feel sexy, to feel loved. He needed you to know there was no one he'd rather do this with.

He just kept going, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, kissing over your pussy lips just to go back to licking you from your clit to your hole. Eddie kept lapping at your hole as he finger fucked you, then went up to your clit with his tongue and used his other hand to rub your clit and lick at the same time.

"Eddie, baby, I think you're gon-gonna make me cum," you said, placing your hands on either side of his head as he watched your eyebrows furrow and eyes fight to stay open so you could watch him as you cum.

You were a mess at this point, your pussy was glistening under the pink glow, your juices were all over his lips and chin, leaking down your ass.

"Give it to me baby, let me watch you cum on my fingers," he said after he pulled away, moving to rub your clit and finger you at the same time.

"I'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck, Eddieee," You cried out as you dragged his name. The pressure in your lower stomach reached its hilt, making you clench and arch your body as you came undone. You tried to close your legs to press your thighs together except Eddie held them open as he watched you tremble and your legs shake.

"Oh baby, I could watch you all fucking day, every day. My pretty girl, all fucking mine," he said, licking up your cum as you flinch from the sensitivity.

"All yours?" You asked in a breath, and he removed himself from between your legs to stand up.

He stands on your side of the bed and undresses himself, removing his shirt to show his inked skin and your eyes followed his tattooed fingers to his pajama pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down.

Your eyes were glued on his cock, at a loss for words seeing it bob up and down being freed from his clothes. The tip even looked red in this lighting, and you could see a bit of precum coat it. You admired the veins and the length, the way it jerked and how thick he was. You didn't know if you'd be able to take all of him for your first time, but seeing him stand there naked made you even more wet, feeling that same horniness all over again.

You sat up and reached towards him after getting on your knees, and you pull him down on the bed, making your way to straddle his hips with your bare cunt against his shaft.

"Fuck, princess what are you doing?" He asked, grabbing a pillow to put behind his head so he could see you straddling him and slowly moving your hips against him to coat his cock in your wetness.

"I want it like this, wanna take my time," You moaned, kind of nervous to put your hands on his chest to hold up your weight, so you just took your shirt off and kind of rested your hands on your thighs as you grined into him a bit. He just watched as you basically took control.

"Get comfortable baby, put your hands on my chest," He said, almost reading your mind.

"I'm too heavy Eds, I'll literally break your sternum." You joked and he squeezed your bare hips harshly.

"I wasn't asking, pretty girl. Now let me see how you want me, show me," He encouraged, softly smacking your ass as you reluctantly placed your hands on his chest, but not before running over all of his tattoos and his abdomen.

"You're so pretty, Eds. I love looking at you." You murmured, kind of sitting on his cock now. You traced the lines of the different tattoos, then leaned down and started kissing them one by one.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart," He said as he gripped your bare ass tighter, trying to contain himself as he feels your wetness against him. He couldn't accept the fact that you were naked on top of him, that he was able to move and grope your tits as they rested at their natural position, that he could see all of you.

"Can I put it inside?" You asked, moving your hands to his chest and situating your body further up so you can maneuver and slide him inside of you.

You noticed how your stomach kind of touch his even though you were far from leaning against him, realizing now you're bare naked on top of him, as he is bare naked below you. You weren't self conscious, just very aware of everything but didn't let it stop you. You wanted him and you were going to have him.

"You can do whatever you want with me baby, I'd do anything you tell me to do." He said, watching as you lifted yourself up and grabbed his cock, stifling a groan, and pressing your tip against your hole.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, feeling the pressure and tightness as his tip teased you.

"We don't have to do it like this baby, you can be my pillow princess and I'll do all the work," He said. He wanted you to relax and have nothing to worry about, not wanting to overwork yourself when he can make you feel equally as good without you making yourself uncomfortable.

"No. This is how I want it. Wanna feel you fill me up like this." You said and leaned on your hands that were on his chest, and slowly started to sink onto him. He was going in and out of consciousness practically, hearing you talk like this was so foreign to him but he wanted more of it.

He felt like he was disassociating, you were so enchanting on top of him, so attention grabbing—he was having a hard time trying to focus on your moans when he's watching the way all of you in your glory.

Inch after inch you felt that fullness you craved, making your eyes shut and your mouth hang open as Eddie takes it in. The confidence you had with being on top made him wonder what else you liked, what else you've always wanted to try, anything you've thought about. He wanted to know it all.

He can't even form a single word. Never in his life had he felt someone so wet, so tight, and all for him. He was going to ruin you and you fucking knew it, he wanted to live in this moment forever with you. He wanted to rewatch you sink onto him for the very first time ever. Eddie forced himself to stay still as you took your time adjusting to his length and girth, heavy breathing and panting as you stopped half way.

He let you do what you needed to do, and enjoyed the scene as you rested your hands against his chest and took in a deep, shaky breath.

"I, I just need a minute," You said with your voice wavering, holding yourself still for a few seconds then starting to move your hips up and down slowly on his shaft.

"Fuck, fuuuuck, are you kidding me," Eddie breathed as he watched you slowly ride him, his eyes focused on the way your tits hung in his face and how your pussy was engulfing his cock like a vacuum sealer. His hands went to grope your tits, playing with your nipples as you bounced on him. He just knew your body almost immediately, and you didn't even know it was possible to want him even more.

He loved the way your tummy looked, how your hips looked in this position, the way your thighs tensed under his touch as you rode. Every curve, every roll, every stretch mark he drank it in. You were so plush, so full, and he was in love.

"I, oh my god," You moaned, getting used to the size and the twinge of pain as you tried to speedup the movement, only stopping half way. You knew it'd be too much to try right now, you wanted to feel him stretch you out without too much pain.

"Wait, fuck, wait," He hissed and squeezed your hips, throwing his head back as you wait.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he looked at you with an almost angry look.

"I, I was gonna cum. You're just, fuck, you could tell me you think I'm sexy and I'd cum." He said and smiled. You waited and he finally gave you the greenlight, and this time you decide to sink onto him completely. You needed to feel all of him, to feel him reach your cervix, to feel what it's like to not be a virgin anymore. And you needed Eddie to be the one to experience all of it with you.

"I think you're so sexy, Eddie," you teased as you sunk down on him again, watching him grab your body and tits.

"Oh fuck, Eddie, fuck you're so big," You moaned, sitting completely on him as he hissed and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you.

Another thing he loved was your mouth, and the dirty things you'd tell him while he was inside of you. Eddie was so surprised you wanted him bare, raw, he didn't even know if you were on birth control or had any condoms. But he didn't care.

He felt all of you, he felt you clench and squeeze your walls as you softly bounced on his cock, and he felt himself getting near his release for the second time. But he could only watch you bounce on him for so long before he bends his knees and pushes you to his chest so that your bare chest is against his, and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me take what's mine. You're all fucking mine." He repeated in your ear as he began to thrust inside you repeatedly at a steady pace, rough but careful, something that makes you start to feel your build up again. He wanted to remind you that you were his and he was yours, and will always be that way.

"M' yours Eddie, please, I'm yours," you sobbed into his shoulder, feeling him stretch you out and reach inside your guts. It was almost a little painful as he fucked into you from the bottom, but you soon began to love it because it was Eddie.

Eddie was making you feel this way, you made Eddie feel that way, everything about this made you want to keep it for yourself forever. You loved how he held you right now, you loved the way he fit inside you and how he made you feel so sexy being filled up by him. You were unable to even acknowledge your reality, it was just you and him in this moment and that's all that mattered for you.

Eddie wasn't holding back anymore like he did. He simply couldn't, not with feeling how tight and how needy you were for him, how your cries sounded in the silence of your room. He wanted to ruin you but wanted to love you. He felt he could do both, so he did.

"Eddie, Eddie fuck oh my god you feel so fucking good," You cried out and he spanked you.

"Yeah? Fuck baby, this pussy was made just for me. Been my missing piece," He said as the sweat built up on his forehead.

His moans were loud and deep, he groaned every time you clenched your walls as he fucked into you. You couldn't describe the sounds the two of you made together, it was pure pornography. You loved the way Eddie was so vocal with you, you could cum to his voice if you wanted to, and before you'd never even imagine him talking dirty with you.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum, sweetheart." He admitted, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting his hips up, fucking into you like that so you're limp and fulling depending on him to hold you up.

"Mm, fuck, fuck fuck Eddie, I'm cumming for you, I'm gonna cum," You pleaded, your vision blurring as you felt that rubber band snap inside of you, forcing you to release and cum all over his cock as he kept thrusting inside of you chasing his high.

"Where do you want me to cum, sweet girl?" He asked as he felt your cunt squeeze him, refusing to let him go.

"In me, inside, fill me please, pretty fucking please," You cried as you rode out your high, but the way he kept fucking you even after you cried had you whining and moaning louder than you wanted to be, so you moved your head and bit down on Eddie's shoulder.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, the feeling of your teeth sunken into his skin as he was about to cum made him have an out of body experience, him thrusting a few more times as he painted your walls white while your hips stuttered against his.

Your teeth stay clamped onto his shoulder, his arms resting you back to your original position, his cock still buried inside you and your tits pressed into his chest. Eddie had his head thrown back as he tried to catch his breath, and he was undoubtedly aware that he was still resting inside you as you finally decided to release your bite and press your cheek against his shoulder.

"You bit me?" He asked, his hands resting on your back as he moved them to caress your skin. He rubbed over your back, your rolls, and the top of your ass as his chest hummed against your body.

"Sorry," You said shyly.

"I felt it was better than waking the whole house up," You finished and he chuckled, your body moving with his.

"Don't apologize. Apparently it's a very big turn on from me now, but I think only when you do it. Makes me feel like I did a good job, like I said I get performance anxiety with you," He joked and you smiled against his chest.

"Thank you. I don't think my first time could've been any better," You murmured. You felt your sleepiness creep up on you again and felt almost defeated by it because you didn't even bother to move after laying on top of him.

"Next time, I'm on top." He said and you moved to lift your head so you could look at his pretty face. It was a bit sweaty, but still in a daze of sex and pleasure.

"Whatever you want, I just want to be the only one you're on top of." You said and he stretched his neck to see your face.

"Always, baby. You're mine now, I'm literally never letting you go." He said and kissed the top of your head as you moved your head back to lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

That's how the two of you fell asleep—naked, you laying on top of him, and in your bed, hoping that this turns into more than you say it is.

[crazyk-imagine]

A Game of Truth or Dare, Anyone?

Pairing: Steve “The Hair” Harrington x Plus!size!reader Characters: Steve “The Hair” Harrington, Plus!size!reader, Robin Buckley, Eddie “Freak” Munson, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Mike Wheeler, Jane “Eleven” Hopper, Will Beyers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Beyers, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle Warnings: The others tease Stevie boy, Robin coming out... with her plan, Billy and Eddie vibes (shush), Billy is a little shit (but tolerable), btw Billy lives, Nancy plus Robin plus Eddie equals Besties, Argyle had a little too much puffing and not enough passing so nap time it is, Billy is a horny bi baby (for a certain metal head *wink*), Eddie is happy to offer his services since... Steve’s taken hehe, Max and Jonathon wrestle Billy because they can, Erica is oddly quiet, I’m lying she’s off hiding from the stupid, Robin is not subtle, Eddie is a weirdo asking way too personal questions, El doesn’t understand the joking kind of traumatization, Billy doesn't watch “chick flicks” because he doesn’t want to think about how lonely he is Word Count: 3,475

Also, thank you @theapangea​ for letting me rattle this idea off to you

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“Robin, come on,” you sigh. 

She turns to you with pursed lips. “What?” 

“We’re not ten anymore. Let’s play something more on our level-” 

“Like Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“No, Eddie.” 

He whines. “Why not?” 

“Because we don’t have the mental maturity of a ten-year-old, dingus,” Robin snaps at him. 

“You have the boobs of a ten-year-old.” 

“Oh my god,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. 

“Okay, kids. Kids,” Steve starts. 

The two don’t stop. 

“Jesus,” he turns to you. “Could you help me out?” 

Your eyes snap open, staring at him over your fingers. “How can I?” 

“They listen to you.” 

Your hand drops as you stare at him with a bewildered expression. “No, they don’t.” 

He nods his head at a fast pace, “yes, yes, they do. You just don’t think they do.” 

“Fine,” you push yourself off the couch. “Papa Steve.” 

He scrunches his nose. “Please, don’t start that again.” 

You smile in return before turning to face the two “children”. You place your curled index and thumb into your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Kids, no fighting.” 

You regret making them say anything because their voices start to overlap one another, and you can’t hear what either of them have to say. 

“But he started it by saying-” 

“She’s the one who was making-” 

“Hey.” 

They don’t stop. 

You take a deep breath, “hey!” Your hands land on your hips, further proving your role of being the mom of the group. “You two brats need to stop it. You’re not making our weekly movie slash night fun anymore.” 

They both purse their lips and turn back toward one another. “Sorry.” They turn away from one another, crossing their arms, shoulders barely touching. 

You tilt your head, raising your brows. 

They purse their lips and quickly hug one another. 

You smile and turn back to face a smug Steve. 

You roll your eyes. “Could you two stop fighting for just one goddamn second?! And you two wonder why the actual kids,” you gesture to all the highschoolers plus Erica, “Don’t ever want to come over now. It’s because you two little shits keep fighting and quite frankly, I am done. Who wants nachos?” 

Dustin and Will slowly raise their hands. 

“I am making food, so get your feet,” you grab Steve’s ankle, moving it to the side, dropping it. “Off the coffee table. One of you pick a movie, Eddie calls your best friend and ask her where the hell she is, Max take the phone out of curly Sue’s hand and call your brother so we can get an eta, and Steve.” 

He perks up at the sound of you calling his name. 

“Make sure no one burns the house down.” 

“Thank you,” the kids say as you walk into the kitchen. 

“Hey!” You peek your head around the corner. 

“Yes?” Steve calls out. 

“Does anyone have to be anywhere after this, you know, other than their own home?” 

“No, we can send them home loaded on sugar.” 

“This is why I love you. You get me, Steven.” 

He smiles until he looks back at the group and notices their stares. “What?” 

“Can’t you like, I don’t know, just confess or something because those puppy dog eyes, they’re just- there,” she turns towards the others. “What’s the word I’m looking for?” 

“Pathetic,” Eddie answers her with an affirmative nod. 

“Yeah, that, exactly. It’s pathetic, Steve. You gotta confess tonight or else she’ll be going out with someone real soon.” 

He scoots towards the edge of the cushion. “She’s going on a date?!” 

“No, dingus. I’m pointing out the obvious. She could go out on a date because she is very much, in fact, single.” 

Dustin snatches the VHS tape out of Max’s hands. “Can we watch Halloween?” 

“No,” you answer him. 

“Come on, it’s not even that scary.” 

“I said no, Dustin.” 

He mimics your answer. “Why do you like her again, Steve?” 

“Shut up.” 

The curly haired boy gasps like you’ve hurt him. 

“Dustin, don’t you dare,” Steve tells him with a raised brow. 

“But-” 

“No.” 

The boy grumbles under his breath. “Look for something funny.”

“There’s nothing good in here.” 

You sigh, setting the nachos down before running back into the kitchen to grab the slushies’. “Fine, does anyone still want to play a game or watch a movie?” 

“What game?” Nancy asks, shutting the door behind Jonathon and Billy. 

“No chick flicks,” Billy adds. 

You open your mouth to tell Nancy you don’t know yet when Robin shouts, “truth or dare!” 

“Jesus, Buckley. Couldn’t you have chosen a more childish game?” Billy grumbles. 

“Yeah,” she glances over at the metal head. “I could have chosen to Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“Thank god you didn’t.” 

“Hey!” Eddie stands up, pointing at the two. “D and D is for all ages, chain smoker.” 

“Sure, it is, Munson.” 

“Bite me, Hargrove.” 

The corner of Billy’s lips tugs upwards, “when and where, babe.” 

The lighter haired man steps closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pecking your cheek. “Hey, babe.” 

“Get off me, you fool.” You shrug him off you. “You are supposed to be a likable person but right now I want to kick your ass.” 

“And that’s saying something.” 

You give her a look, “Robin.” 

She sits back, tucking one leg under her. “Sorry.” 

“You three find somewhere to sit, I have more things to get from the kitchen.” 

“No,” Steve disagrees. “You stay here I’ll get it... you just need to tell me where to go.” 

You smile at his sweet behavior. “No, Steve. You sit down. I got it.” You walk by him, grabbing his shoulder before whispering in his ear. “Make sure they don’t kill each other and don’t spill anything on my carpet.” 

An airy chuckle slips past his lips. “I will.” 

“Thank you, dear.” You head back into the kitchen. “Everybody sit down and grab a drink.” 

The tall blond reaches into his jacket. 

“Don’t you even think about spiking your drink, you brat.” 

Billy stops and pulls his hand out, pushing Mike and Eleven off the couch, sprawling on the couch beside the kid’s dungeon master. “What are we doing tonight?” 

“We can watch a movie,” Dustin offers. 

“There’s nothing good to watch here and it’s too late for anyone to run over to the video store,” Billy grumbles. 

You set a few more things down on the coffee table. “Why are you such a little brat today?” 

“I’m not a brat.” 

“That attitude says otherwise.” 

“That’s just me,” he smirks. 

“Truth or dare!” 

“Robin,” you sigh. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’ll be fun.” 

“And for some reason I don’t believe you.” 

-

Steve pushes himself off the couch, pulling you away from the others. “Maybe it’ll be good to do something different.” 

“It would but I feel like she has a motive behind her urge to play.” 

“That’s just how Rob is.” 

“Okay, well when Rob tortures you with a question or a dare, don’t come to me.” 

“I won’t.” 

The corner of your lips tugs upward. “Now I don’t believe you,” you poke his chest. 

“Believe me, don’t believe me. It doesn’t matter at this point because we’re gonna do what the kids want to do.” 

“And you wonder why they call you papa Steve.” 

Now, it’s his turn to smirk. “And you wonder why they call you Mom.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.” 

-

You abruptly stop causing Steve to bump into you. 

“What happ-” He sighs, placing his hands on his hips. “Of course.” 

“Why do Max and Jonathan have Billy in a chokehold?” 

Nancy and Eddie shrug, sharing a plate of nachos. 

You forget, it’s a dead end to ask those two questions whenever they’re together. Sometimes you regret introducing them. 

It was a dead end to ask Argyle, he’s been napping in a corner since he got here. 

"If we play the damn game, will you two stop fighting him?” 

The two share a look. “Yep.” 

“Great, everyone go find a place to sit and we’ll get started.” 

Conveniently there’s a space near you on the couch which, of course, is going to be occupied by the other parental figure of the group. 

“Dustin don’t try and drink it all so fast. You’ll get a brain freeze.” 

The boy’s shoulders sag, knowing that you’re right. 

“Okay, who’s going to choose?” Robin asks, rubbing her hands against her thighs, an obvious sign she’s up to something. 

You narrow your eyes at her, to which she ignores. 

Max and Eddie catch the whole thing and immediately spring into action. 

“Why don’t we start by playing a game of truth or dare and then a movie?” Max interrupts your thoughts before you could piece together their plan. 

“I’m with red. I know you’ve got some juicy secrets, Henderson.” 

The boy stares at his dungeon master with his jaw on the floor. “What?” He screeches. “Me, what about you?” 

The metal head scoffs, “like I haven’t shared anything with you guys.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Fine, I’ll go first.” 

“Please don’t,” you mumble. 

“Truth or dare, Henderson?” 

“Oh shit, you were serious?” 

Eddie nods. 

“Fine… don’t call me a baby. Truth?” 

“Is it true… that you and Suzie Q, are still…” 

“I swear to God Eddie. If you ask if they’re virgins, I’m going to hurt you.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t you give me that look, Munson.” 

“Boo. I wasn’t… virgins?” The metal head pushes himself off the couch, running away so he can hide. 

“No, you don’t,” he says as his arms go around your waist. 

“Steve,” you whine. “Let go.” 

“No.” 

“But-” 

“No.” 

You huff, “fine. I’m calm.” 

“You can come out now, Eddie.” 

“Always the hero, huh, Harrington.” 

“You want me to let her go so she can unleash herself onto you.” 

He shakes his head. “Thanks, Harrington.” 

“There we go and you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t like either of you right now.” 

Steve smirks, staring down at you. “If that’s the case then why are you snuggled into my side?” 

“You’re comfy and warm. I on the other hand am going to be frozen before the night is over.” You grab and blanket and throw it over the two of you. “It’s Dustin’s turn.” 

“What?” 

“A player asked another player an inappropriate question and I made an executive decision.” 

Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms. 

Nancy raises their half-eaten plate of nachos, it works because as his munching, he seems to be brightening up. 

The boy takes his time looking around the room for his “victim”. “Let’s see… I choose,” he taps his chin with his index finger, building the tension between everyone. 

“Hurry up. Other people have places to be,” Billy chimes. 

“Oh yeah? You got a hot date, Hargrove?” 

He tilts his head, lips tugging upwards as he pretends to give you an innocent smirk. “Maybe I do? You wanna frisk me to find out?” 

Steve furrows his brows, the sudden urge to kick Billy’s forearm tempts him (he’d love to see him get upset only to realize that he can’t do anything in retaliation because you’d stop Billy). 

The fabric of the couch moving weirds you out, you aren’t expecting it and turn to find him clenching his fist into the back of the couch. 

You drop your head back onto his shoulder and pat his stomach. 

His stomach shivers at the feeling but makes it less apparent for you to not notice. 

The blond smirks, raising his brows at the two of you whenever he catches either of your eyes. 

You narrow your eyes at the brat. “Steve.” 

“Huh?” The man diverts his attention onto his favorite kid of the group. 

“Truth or dare, Papa Steve?” 

He bites back the urge to inform everyone to not call him that, but he can’t, he secretly likes it. “Oh- uh- I don’t know- truth?” 

The boy pouts at his answer. “Are you sure?” 

“Honestly, not really but I don’t like the face your making and I think truth might be a safer option.” 

“Aw, is little mister man gonna be scared of the kids if he chooses dare?” 

He scoffs, looking away from you, “no.” 

You smile and poke his cheek, “then choose dare. Let’s get this game going.” 

“Uh- fine, fine. I choose dare. But I am not gonna run around the neighborhood in my underwear. I draw the line there.” 

Eddie and Nancy boo him. 

“So, you choose dare?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. “I dare you two to go into the hall closet together.” 

“Who two?” 

“You two,” Dustin points to you two. 

The two of you are silent, neither one of you knows what to say. 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, reminding everyone that’s staring at him, of a fish out of water. 

Part of you doesn’t even want to respond or answer the young boy but you know you have to. 

Steve turns his head towards you, staring at you trying to understand how you're feeling. 

You slowly and carefully lean your head in a little, whispering, “we don't have to you know it's- it's okay.” 

He nods. “Yeah I- I- I know- I just, I mean should we?” 

You don’t know what’s gotten into him but honestly you can't complain about it. Maybe even a little part of you is excited to know that Steve isn’t going to fully object to being locked in a tight space with you. 

Could it mean that he- no, but- no, it’s best to not get your hopes up. You lift the blanket, tossing it onto the people next to you. 

You ignore the complaints of Max, knowing that they were just going to take the blanket anyway. You push yourself off the couch and hold your hand out for him. 

He stares at you like you've lost your mind, you don't care. “What a- what are you doing there?” He asks.

You reply with a nod and slight smile in return. “Well, you were dared, weren't you?” 

He doesn’t verbally respond and nods his head so, at least you know he’s listening and can understand what you’re asking him. 

-

The group waits to let out a victorious cry, not wanting either of you to know until after plan has been completed. 

“She was the first one to make a move. Who had money on that?” Eddie asks. 

“I think I can safely assume that everyone didn’t place any money on Steve,” Robin adds. 

Will (whose been quiet for almost the whole night) slowly raises his hand. 

“What?” Dustin screeches. 

Eddie and Max raise their hands too. 

“What? You guys, come on.” Robin throws her head back and groans. “You guys.” 

“I wanted him to man up and confess. Sue me,” Max tells her. 

“I’m with red,” Eddie chimes in. 

“Same. I honestly thought tonight he was going to try and say something,” Will adds. 

“Okay, team Steve,” Robin teases them. 

-

“We don’t have to actually do anything, you know,” you start off. “I mean, they didn’t follow us to make sure we do as they say you know.” 

He nods. 

“Steve?” 

He stares at you, coming out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” You furrow your brows in concern, “you don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself tonight.” 

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I am, I swear I am. I’m just- I feel bad for you. I don’t want you to think that you have to you know, do this because the kids dared you too.” 

You smile, “technically it was your dare, but you should know, I’m always happy to hang out with you. Don’t tell anyone from the gang but,” you lean in, whispering in his ear. “You’re my favorite.” 

He looks away, not wanting you to see the flush in his cheeks (but you do). “You can’t say things like that.” 

You furrow your brows, watching him pace around the hallway, close to your bedroom. “Why not?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why, Steve?” 

“Because I- I-” You don’t like when he cuts himself off as he’s close to talking about his feelings. “No, you don’t get to close yourself off because you don’t know how to say what you need to say. So just say it however you need to.” 

He sighs, “because I- I feel something?” He scrunches his nose when he thinks back to what he said. “Steve?” 

“I’m feeling things for… you.” 

“Oh.” 

He sighs, “yeah.” 

“Like what?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

You gulp, deciding to bite the bullet. “What kind of feelings?” 

“What?” 

You tilt your head, “what kind of feelings do you have for me?” 

“I- what? Why do you ask?” 

“Well, if you’re saying you have feelings for me. I’d like to know what they are because that could make or break what I’m about to say?” 

“You,” he furrows his brows. “What are you trying to say? Do you… have feelings for me?” 

“Depends.” 

He sighs, “if I say that I do have feelings for you, will you admit that you do or don’t so I can stop embarrassing myself?” 

You smile, taking a step forward. 

“What’s that look for?” 

“Did you just say that you like me?” 

He blinks owlishly, “what?” 

“You just said you like me.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Did I?” His back hits the wall, he tries to grab onto something, anything because he’s not sure if this is real. “I mean, maybe. Does- does that mean you… return those feelings?” 

“If I lean in just a little,” your lips are an inch away from him. “Closer, what would you think?” 

“I’m not a religious guy, but I’d be praying you felt something for me.”

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t need to get on your knees and pray.” You peck his lips, “unless you want to, that is.” 

He awkwardly chuckles, ignoring your gaze. 

You smile, slowly pulling him in for a make out session, not caring if anyone sees you two. 

His hands move off the wall and onto your waist, tightening as the two of you lose yourselves in one another. 

-

“Should we go check on them?” Robin asks. 

“I’d rather not.” Billy shivers in disgust, “it’d be like finding your parents making out.” 

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have your own person to call you daddy.” 

“Eddie!” Nancy and Robing shout. 

“What?” He glances between the two. “Am I wrong?” 

Billy doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“Okay, moving on,” Dustin chimes in. 

“I can go and see what they’re doing,” El adds. 

“No,” Robin shakes her head. “I will not let you get traumatized.” 

“How would I get traumatized?” 

“Well, you see-” 

“I’ll check,” Will says, pushing himself off the ground. “Oh no.” He covers his eyes, “I’m blind. I need to bleach my eyes.” 

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Dustin stands beside him and groans. “Oh my god! Oh my god. Gross. Old people making out.” 

Steve doesn’t pull away as he flips the child off. 

“Oh great,” he mutters, pulling Will back into the living room. “He’s flipping me off. Steve’s finally getting some and now he’s being a dick.” You roll your eyes and pull back. “Quick question before I go in there and jump on him.” 

He hums. 

“I’m sure I’ve got the right idea, but I want to double check, are we boy-” 

“Yes, one hundred percent. I’m not going to go around kissing and dating other girls when I’ve got the one girl I’ve always wanted.” 

You quietly aw, pecking his lips before dragging him into the living room. “You are all not subtle,” you point out. “Dustin, you’re an asshole too, don’t deny it. You do the same shit with Suzie. Will, honey, I am sorry for traumatizing you but we’re together and we’re happy.” 

No one adds onto that as Max starts the movie. 

You and Steve enjoy cuddling next to each other more than you did during previous cuddles. 

-

The movie ends and you send the kids home, almost completely filled with sugar. 

Neither of you have any regrets about that. 

Steve lingers in the living room, helping you clean up. 

“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to, Steve. There’s plenty of room here.” 

He nods, “I know. You kind of foiled my plans. I was gonna make up something so I could stay.” 

“Oh yeah?” You add onto his joke. “Like maybe, all of a sudden it started raining even though there’s no rain.” 

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” 

“I know you too well, Harrington.” 

He groans, “not the last name.” 

“I don’t have a cute pet name for you yet.” 

“Fine. Oh, wait. As long as it’s not-” 

“Papa Steve.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Mm-kay.” 

“You’re scaring me.” 

“Don’t be scared.”  

[comewithmeintothedeep]

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[munson-blurbs]

Hi bug! 🫰🏼

Im embarrassing to ask but I’m just wondering do you have the best Argyle smut from whoever writes or by you? And maybe x plus size!reader?

Hi! First of all, no need to be embarrassed--I am unapologetically an Argyle simp, and I welcome anyone else who is, too.

I don't write specifically for plus-size!Reader because I'm a straight-size girl, but I do my best to write with body size-neutral terms. Here's the Argyle smut I've written:

Soft!Dom Argyle

Argyle x Birthday Girl!Reader

Take Me Higher

Thigh F*cking

Body Worship

Eddie x Fem!Reader x Argyle

I also have two Argyle smut pieces in the works! I know @hellfirehottie420 and @loveshotzz write for Argyle as well :)

[plus-size-reader]

Dating Argyle HC

~This boy knows you better than you know yourself, and better than he knows himself at the same time

~Snuggly like a teddy bear

~Absolutely the sweetest little stoner, who is simultaneously the best boyfriend ever, and your closest friend

~Calls you “bro” almost exclusively

~Though, you’ll also been “man” “my guy” and “dude”

~In fact, I firmly believe Argyle only uses your name when he’s upset with you, or introducing you to other people, and that’s all

~Not that he ever really gets UPSET upset

~My favorite Argyle trait is his general chill demeanor, and the fact that I don’t think he’d ever really be able to yell at you, or get super angry

~Like, he’d get frustrated and huff and puff, but he’d never get angry, y’know?

~Smoking with him, or at least, always smelling like you do…even if you don’t

~Knows all your favorite songs, and would probably absently hum them without even meaning to, all day every day

~Isn’t necessarily touchy feely in the traditional way

~Argyle is constantly near you or touching you, but it isn’t on purpose, or a conscious choice. He sort of just shares your personal space without even meaning to

~That means, bumping into you when you’re walking side by side, breathing down your neck and stepping on your shoes

~Talking for one another, or accidentally finishing each other's sentences

~He loves so authentically, and so fully

~Would constantly ask if you’re okay, or if you need anything, especially when he’s high and even more hyperfocused on you

~Argyle is a never ending snack machine

~He’s the mom friend, for sure, with sneaky compartments and stashes of chips and candy hidden in the van

~Is a Golden Retriever bf 100%

~Loves to surprise you in all ways

~It doesn’t matter if that means picking up that book you’ve been talking about all week or showing up where you work with a coffee, he’ll do it

~He’s always prepared to drop what he’s doing to come see you, just because it’s been an hour or two and he misses you

~Remembers everything. Whether it be that dentist appointment you keep forgetting to write down or the anniversary of your first real date, he can keep track of it, even if you can’t.

~He also has a wealth of knowledge surrounding things you’ve told him, or things you like, even if he may not have learned it on his own.

~Calls you from work sometimes just to check in…and has definitely gotten in trouble for it once or twice

~Loves to hug you from behind so that he can rest his head on your shoulder, no matter how far down he has to lean

~I believe with every ounce of my soul that Argyle is a permanent plus one, and everywhere you go, he goes and vice versa. That’s just the way it is.

~They might as well hire you at Surfer Boy considering how much time you spend there during the day or riding along in the van

~Would, has and would again date a fat girl. You will NOT convince me otherwise

[bunnyhoney111]

argyle loves the combo of titties and tummy, aint no way someones gonna convince me he doesn’t prefer bigger girls, but they dont have to be big boobies.

he has no preference in reference to size of boobies, more so the little things like he loves the freckles and stretchmarks and scars littering your chest. he loves watching you nipples harden under the touch of his cold fingertips.

he loves giving soft warm wet kisses to your tummy aswell, sucking soft, nearly invisible, dark marks into your hips and above your belly button and a few scattered on your diaphragm.

he loves every single bit of you inside and out, these are just pluses in his eyes.

[sunflowerharrington]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

notes: just some little thoughts (some are nsfw, minors dni) i have in my precious little angelic mind sometimes. for @myobmaya argyle’s girliepops, ily babes 🖤 fuck the duffers for not giving this fine ass mf a surname

this is my first time writing for argyle, PLEASE be nice!

taglist: @myobmaya @creneal (sorry i tagged the wrong person the first time) @thisishellfire @hellfirehaley @taecube @steveslittlesunflower @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @wzrlds @eddies-bat @quickiesgirl @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @corrodedhawkins @eddiebillysteve dm comment or ask to be added or removed for all future updates on my fics 🖤

this is argyle we’re talking about here:

argyle who ends up with his cock buried so deep inside you, telling you he loves you each time his heart beats, each time he hears you moan his name.

argyle who gets so fucking hard when he sees you wearing his shirts or smoking a blunt, or both at the same time.

argyle who plays it cool with you all day, but internally he just wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the back of his van.

argyle who names a pizza after you, who picks mushrooms up out of the ground to give to you like a bouquet of flowers.

argyle who turns to putty every single time you look at him. argyle who loves to be dominated by you but also likes to take charge of his own sometimes.

argyle who steals jonathan’s camera to take pictures of you in your fucked out state to print and put in his wallet or on the dashboard of his van.

argyle who is the pussy eating king (if you disagree you’re wrong).

argyle who peppers your face with sloppy kisses that you adore as he fingers you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

argyle who feels blessed the first time he lay his eyes on you, making up a metaphor for your name or how you look; like the sunshine on a rainy day.

he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

argyle who is your best boy, your favorite person on the planet. the guy who gives the best cuddles and is so easy to talk to.

argyle who loves chatting with you about anything and everything after sex.

argyle who absolutely loves having his arms around your waist. who loves cuddling and kissing you in public to show everyone that you’re his.

argyle who WILL propose to you with a chicken nugget 🥺

argyle who wants to name your children mary jane and sativa 😭🖤

argyle who is your everything.

[nymphoatic]

distracting me | argyle x reader

no use of pronouns, feminine terms(boobs and skirts and such), plus sized reader

summary: you work two stores down from argyle. he always sees you and sometimes talks to you. he wants to look away from you sometimes, but you look so good.

warnings: argyles a perv i’m ngl to you lmao, reader is plus size and talk about body image n such, smut but no actual full on sex, just booby sucking, but like descriptions of him jerkin it to you lol, you can call the reader dom but they just take charge, it’s a cliff hanger oh noooo. i think that’s it??

words: 2.3k

you always walk through the strip he works at. a cute babe trotting their way to work two stores down from surfer boy pizza. and every time you walk by the window, he looks.

he doesn’t have the strongest grasp on social awareness, especially when he’s high, so he gawks. jaw dropped, his eyes doe eyes, arms heavy. you’re beautiful. every time he sees you he gets hot. his cheeks and nose gets bright red, a compliment to his bloodshot eyes. he can’t help but want to know what you feel like. how plush your thighs are in his grasp. how your breasts spill out between his hands while holding them. he thinks about it a lot. and gets hard at work a lot.

the first time you come in on your lunch break, he practically begs the cashier to let him take your order. he just wants to know how you sound. what your voice is like. is it high pitched and light? is it low and deep? either way, he could bet at least $10 that he’ll love it.

“welcome to surfer boy pizza, the best pizza you could get, unless you count dominos but do you think you’ll get as good service? no. you need some water? we got you dude! if you need anything at all we’ll get it for you! i mean we can even get you other things than pizza! except money cuz that’d be considered stealing, man.” he looked at you, feeling his cheeks get hot when he found your eyes not bored like most people when he rambles, but intrigued. he doesn’t get that often, accept with jonathan.

“that sounds great thanks man. i’ll just get uhhh two slices of pineapple pizza. i’ve always wanted to try it ever since i saw the sign for it outside. my friends say it looks weird but honestly“ he was cut off by his thoughts. you’re perfect. he could listen to you for hours. but the worst part was, he could feel his pants tightening. you bent over slightly while talking to him made him go crazy with the sight of your tits in front of him. “-so yeah that’s how i thought pineapple was a vegetable.” a small pause ”wait i was ordering right?”

“y-yeah. pizza.” he stuttered. “that’s all we do here.”

“and breadsticks.” you smiled. his length twitched at that smile. he’s so glad you can only see him waist up right now. he didn’t acknowledge your comment before turning around and telling the order to the people in the kitchen. he looked over his shoulder slowly to see you still staring at him, making him quickly look away. he needs you so bad.

“yeah the pizza will be out soon. could i uh..have your name..to call out?” they don’t call out names, just the order. he just really wanted to know your name. you said yours looking at the kitchen behind him curiously.

“whoa..uh chill name. very cool.” he smiled brushing off the clear cloudiness in his mind from the thought of fucking you. he wants to feel weird about it. but he just wants to feel you.

you just nodded and walked off to the side. he didn’t want to talk to anyone besides you so he walked away. from the counter, from everyone, from you and locked himself in the bathroom. what was he doing to do with himself?

the second time you went into the shop was three days later. it was lunch rush and argyle was already busy with other customers to notice you walking in. he can’t lie, he missed talking to you. missed seeing you. he had already jerked it 7 times to the thought of you since he last saw you.

you walked to him ready to order. he spun around and was shocked, expecting anyone else but you.

“hey dude welcome to- oh shit…hey man you’re back.” he looked you up and down at your outfit. it was so fucking tight on you. your thighs were extruding out and it was all he could focus on. he could beg for you to turn around right now. that would be some real eye candy.

“yeah i’m back! can’t really go anywhere else here. i’ll have the two slices of pineapple pizza again. i gotta say you got me hooked on it.” he shouldn’t be so happy he had an impact on you for something so small but for now he sees you as a goddess. and it’s truly an honor to be talking to you.

“always live by the rule of try before you deny!” you laughed at that and went to get your wallet to pay. he shamelessly gawked at your chest. thank god you weren’t looking at him, but once you did, his eyes shot up at you.

“how much is it?” you asked

“huh?”

“the pizza. how much do i owe you?” you have a sweet smile, waiting for his reply.

“oh! four thirty seven.” you help out a five and he took it. “that’ll be out in a minute” he paused before saying your name, he loved how it sounded. he’s said it so many times before, just with his cock in his hands. but you didn’t know that. that’s what made it fun.

the third time was when he was closing. the kitchen was cooled and down. tables sanitized and chairs put away. but somehow you came in.

“oh crap you’re closing. sorry, i had the munchies.” you said, not even inside yet. wait. did your clothes get any tighter? or was he loosing blood in his head from the raging boner he had by seeing your top. thin. you weren’t leaving anything up to the imagination. and he wasn’t angry. he bathed in your body’s light. people would scoff and laugh at your stomach. make fun of your rolls. of course he didn’t think anything was wrong with you, because nothing was. but the fact you were confident enough to ignore them or even say something back? that’s what made him rock hard every night.

that’s what made him think about how you’d feel in his lap. looking all pretty, smoke around you. half lidded lust catching up and you bounce up and down on him. how do you moan? are they more like whimpers? either way he’d drink them up like nectar.

“no hey! you can stay man. the uh..the drink machines still going if you want something. a coke or anything.” he tried desperately to convince you to stay. he wanted to be alone with you. you didn’t even have to do anything. just sitting with you and talking to you would be enough jerk off material for him later.

“oh yeah sure! that’s fine i suppose.” you walk in and set your stuff down on the counter. “mind giving me a cup?” he scrambled to say ‘sure’ and ran to the back, searching for the red plastic cups they use. he looked at you through the small window from the kitchen. what if he made his move? what if…he did something with you? oh god. he can’t even think about it.

“here you go. get whatever you’d like, man. you have the luxury here.” he gave a small laugh looking down at you as you smiled at him. you quickly turned around and walked to the machine and. there it was. he’s been waiting for you to turn around and flaunt that ass for weeks. he almost moaned from the sight of if. you were so plump. so full and he couldn’t handle it. the thoughts of taking you to his van and making you his was almost unbearable.

“is it alright if i sit on the counter? the chairs are all put away and ive been standing all day” you look at him, sipping on your straw from your drink.

“no yeah go ahead dude. we can stay here as long as you want. actually maybe after 9 would be good. but even after maybe i could take you in my van. i know a good road to just drive on and…it’d be neat to..drive..” god help him you looked too tempting. again, with no social awareness, he stared. your cleavage hypnotizing him like some sort of sex crazed middle schooler. although he wasn’t far from that.

“you alright, ari?” that nickname. when other people say it, it’s always just kind of nice. when you said it, everything in him wanted to lay you down on the counter and put his face between your legs.

“dude…can i be honest?” he said, putting his hands on the counter on each side of you. you had a worried sick expression.

“yeah go ahead. do you want me to leave? oh shit i knew i was over stepping i always do this! i’ll leave you so-“ he couldn’t think, he just wanted you to know he wants you. he slowly moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips.

“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. and i work around pizza ovens” you want to laugh at his horrible joke but the way his hands are glued onto your mid hip, just meeting your thighs.

“dude..what are you-“

“your tits are unbelievable, man.” he interrupted. he wasn’t even listening to you. he just wanted to grope and feel and squeeze. now you knew what’s up with him. the man is horny. because of you. argyle saw a grin on you and looked up at you, not moving his head.

“you think so? i think they’re alright.” you shrugged, looking back at him. the tension was like rubber, if one of you let go of one end, it would snap and who knows what would happen.

“just alright? i’ve seen many but dude these make shannon tweeds look like nothing, man.” then he stopped with words and movement alike. “hey if you don’t wanna do any of this, no hard feelings. i’m a man and i’ll back off if you want.” in shock of him not picking up hints, you put your hands on his shoulders.

“touch me more ari.” with a slow nodding of his head he placed his palms back into your waist. moving up and up and up until…jackpot. he started slow with holding your chest. soft light touches. then when he saw there was no discomfort, he squeezed. and there was a whine from your lips.

there was the snap.

“holy shit…” he gasped, feeling the tightening feeling in the pants once again.

“enjoying yourself babe?” babe? ari wants to do so much to you just to say that again. he nods eagerly. he puts his finger just slightly into your shirt, signaling he wants to pull it down. with a quick nod while looking into those glossy eyes, he pulls and your tits fall out.

it was like christmas for him. this angel before him and their even more angelic boobs right in front of his face.

“you just gonna stare at them?” you tilted you head to the side and gently put your hand on top of his head. he knew what you meant. and he couldn’t be more eager.

he leaned forward and put his lips around your left bud, earning a groan from you, the vibration traveling to his lips. he’s done this before but he’s never been this needy. he’s drooling all over your tits and all you can do is enjoy his deprived licks and prods and your chest.

he didn’t once take his lips away from your skin traveling to the other mound, just kissed his way over. he was gentle with his touching but his kissing and sucking? harsh.

“ari come here” you softly spoke to not startle him. he looked up and detached his lips, a string of drool following. you urged his head gently up to your face and kissed him. yup. a harsh kisser. but who can blame him? he likes you so much that he can’t believe this is even happening! “how long have you wanted to do this hm?” you spoke as you pulled away and he sighed.

“i think..since you started working where you are. you always walked by where i could see you. dude i gotta say..you’re gorgeous. not just hot but beautiful. you’re still hot but i want you to know it that you’re both.” he saw your expression of confusion. wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed. “am i making sense?”

“perfect sense” you kissed his forehead, accepting his confession of a crush. then moved for another kiss on his lips. “what do you want to do to me babe?”

“i can choose?” he said sitting up more straight to look at you, he wanted to be more leveled with you.

“unless you want me to. i can take control.” you said with a grin, giving him infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes. it’s like the more you do, the more he shuts down and want to be taken care of.

“w-well…maybe i could…see what between” he drifted off as he leaned down just above your thighs, placing his hand on top of them. “these sweet babies” he was sweating with anticipation.

“you wanna taste me?” you said pure raw need laced within your voice. all he did was nod his. “come on words babe”

“yeah. id love to.” a grin was placed onto your face.

“then get to work.”

[soft-for-them]

Locker confessions - Argyle x plus size reader

Summary: Hungover from the night before you try to avoid the gaze of the boy you kissed whilst thinking about your crush Argyle.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: I love Argyle, protect him.

You slump on the row of red lockers as you watch the people go by still clad in party attire from the night before.

You try to hide yourself with the open locker door from the scathing looks from the blonde cheerleader who you cock blocked the night before. That same cheerleader who is currently being held back by her boyfriend from starting a fight with you, her big old dagger eyes burning into your skull, her manicured hands gripping her bleached hair like a teenager with image issues would.

Your friend, a lanky girl who plays softball and is also in the school band scoots on over to you her glasses askew and her hair still smelling like apple sours and open beer cans.

Amy, in all her sporty nerd glory, wears her bright red softball hoodie with the school’s mascot sprawled across the chest along with a pair of muddied sports trainers that were once stuffed in the back of her locker long forgotten until now.

You can tell she probably either stayed at the party way after you left or was super sneaky for once in her life, getting in and out her second floor bedroom without her mother finding out and telling her off.  That woman will go mad once she realises her daughter went to another party, if she doesn’t already know because being grounded for buying weed off Argyle, the guy you’re totally not crushing over, got her two weeks grounded.

Amy had the good idea to change into her sports uniform instead of walking around school in a red slinky mini dress and high heels unlike you who’s still dresses in your party attire. Whilst the dress you’re wearing isn’t so mini and you’re wearing your old trusted black boots, the shiny black satin like fabric and the low cut scream ‘party dress’.

“(Y/n), stop moping about we have a big problem!” she whisper yells to you as she looks up to your dishevelled form.

You hair is such a mess that you had to just pull it back with a headband making you look like a crazy art teacher who stuffs pencils in their hair along with the very oversized zip up Hurley hoodie, that is also in a ghastly aqua green, it’s the best attempt by you to cover up.

 “What, that half the school is hung over? Or that I’m going to have blondie following me around for like a week giving me the evils?”

“No!” she grabs your arm pulling you away from the safety of the locker door, “Look past every girl who’s jealous of you pretty face and look!”

She leans backwards rather comically, her head peeking out from the locker door along with you.

You look past other teenagers hungover and tired, the bunch of popular kids who look ready to vomit in the nearest rubbish bin standing out in the crowd. You also avoid eye contact with that one kid you went on a date with when you were thirteen only for him to stand you up at the last minute because you were ‘to big’ to be dated.

You look and look with squinted eyes only to see the one and only Mister popular himself in all his surfer dude blonde hair and tanned body glory staring right at you both, well more like he’s looking right at you with predator like eyes.

“Fuck. No. I’m not dealing with this today.” You mutter as you look away the sudden memory of last night coming back.

You fucking cock blocked ye old blondie from fucking him.

If you remember correctly you had drunk so many glasses of wine from a box that when Mister popular kissed you suddenly, joke or not, you kissed back.

Truly, he was pleasantly surprised at how good you kissed considering that he came over as a joke to tease the fat girl, now the toned surfer has the hots for you, and yes whilst you’re plenty hot having the attention of that guy that brings along a whole lot of trouble.

Exhibit A, Little Miss popular who wanted to woo him.

“I don’t like him!” you whisper yell in a more panicked voice.

“I know (y/n) but he’s looking.” Amy turns around to try and sneakily look at him but she only ends up looking directly at him.

She puts up her hand and waves.

“Amy!” you shove her hand down and retreat back behind the locker door, “He’s going to try and fuck me, I don’t want that, I don’t want to be another trophy win.”

“Well don’t fuck him then.”

“I won’t, he’ll just carry on trying by bugging me, he did the same with Kelly Smith!”

You see teenage boys regardless if there legally adults or still children have a tendency to get annoyed at not getting what they want, with Mr popular (his name escapes you head because you honestly don’t care for him at all) is the type of guy who’ll chase any girl who gives him an ounce of attention, so considering you drunkenly kissed him now he’s going to think that you want to fuck him.

You don’t want to fuck him.

You want to fuck Argyle.

“I don’t want to fuck him at all.” You begin, your voice getting a bit louder but not loud enough that passers-by can hear, “I was drunk, he was drunk, he was being a dick, I was just a bit horny. Drunk kisses happen Amy, you should know, you’ve drunk kissed half the Softball squad-“

Normally when you being to rant nerves also bubble up, your words become rushed and you normally say something you end up regretting.

“- sorry –“ you apologise for bringing it up.

“Nah, all good.” Amy brushes it off, her eyes wondering behind you.

“- anyway if I was going to fuck anyone I don’t want to fuck him, I want to fuck Argyle for fuck sake!”

Face flushed warm and you outburst over you look at Amy who has paused mid breath, he eyes wide and still looking behind you.

“What?” you urge.

“Morning Argyle.” Amy stammers out her face scrunching up in second hand embarrassment.

You feel like crawling into your locker and pulling the door closed, it’s not possible considering your plus size and the fact your locker is small and square rather than a full length locker, but the feeling is still there.

Instead you bang you head on your locker door, your sight looking down in utter horror.

Argyle, shocked but with a growing Cheshire cat grin on his face, bends down trying to catch your eyes his face getting closer to yours as he does.

In your peripheral vision you can see him.

That handsome face, the long dark hair drooping down as his hand goes to your shoulder.

Amy steps back from the scene. She’s close enough that she can bail you out of the mess but really she just wants to stand and watch like it’s the newest movie.

Really the woman has been routing for you and Argyle to get together for the longest time.

There’s a reason she always takes you to Sufer Boy Pizza instead of Pizza Hut and that’s because Argyle always gives you discounted pizza. From day one when you were sixteen and Argyle saw you for the first time Amy knew that he fancied you.

The idea of you two together makes her so happy; the discounted pizza and good weed is just a bonus.

“Hey dude.” Argyle says as he finally catches your brilliant (colour) eyes, you face a flush and his eyes filled with what you can only call is utter admiration.

“…Hi…” you don’t move from you slump but you keep looking.

“So, you want to fuck me?”

A way to get to the point. Him saying that makes you feel icky because you don’t want him to think that you just was to have sex with him, you want to kiss all over his face, you want to hold his hand, you want to take him silly little dates, you want to be his.

“I-I, well-” you voice has turned croaky and you feel like running away to the nearest bathroom and crying, “-not just that, well I- fuck, I like like you Argyle.”

His smile does not falter it somehow get bigger and as you rise, ready to bolt, he says a sentence that shatters your world.

“Me to (y/n/n).”

Right then and there the shards of glass fall on the floor just like you do, a bit dramatic yes, but the man you like saying he likes you back mixed with a banging hangover makes you crouch on the ground and hyperventilate.

“You do?” you ponder out loud as Argyle crouches down to your level with concern but still somehow all smiles.

“Ever since I first met you.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

“Thank fuck.” You say as your tackle him into a giant hug, a big chunk of his luscious hair tickling your nose and his long arms wrapping around your plush waist.

The stupid party and even stupider kiss from the night before is forgotten, hopefully you’ll get a better kiss from Argyle, but for now hugging on the floor on the high school’s hallway as everyone looks on will suffice.

[love-you-inside-n-out]

ok, but disney movies with stranger things characters.

for example,

beauty and the beast- billy hargrove

tangled- steve harrington

(omg imagine plus size!reader)

i need someone to write these <3 :0

[lightvixxen]

Being the spicy sixes pet that they pass around whenever they feel like it <3<3<3<3

[mostlyghoestly]

I am working on Stranger things requests (which are still open) but i want some

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Taking requests, I can write smut, fluff, or angst for any of the ST Characters

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Hi Guys! Took down some stories because you know ✨ mental health ✨ . Anywho, eventually I will start on those when I finish the other’s IVE already started. That could take…. 3 months. It could take 6. It could a take a year lmao. But eventually, I WILL GET THERE!

Thank y’all for your patience 💛 I love you!