#mike....slick ur hair back...or i can do it

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Mike Patton with Tomahawk, two nights at Irving Plaza, May 2003 Photos by Kristin Callahan

[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Seeing Starrs" ~ Argyle

Summary: When tension is high in the recording studio, Argyle knows exactly how to relieve it… and it has you seeing stars.

Pairing: Modern!Radio DJ!Argyle x Co-Host!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,975

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!!) doggy style activities, spanking, hair pulling, fingering for like a second, nicknames (baby, slut; sir), maybe dom/sub dynamics? i gave argyle a last name bc why tf not, lots of beatles references oops, not beta read, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: Who would I be if I didn't write an Argyle fic for National 🍃 Day?

Originally Written: 04/20/2023

stranger things masterlist can be found here!

To say you had the hots for your coworker… Well, that might've been the biggest understatement of the year.

To be fair, who wouldn't? From his slick, raven hair to the airiness of his voice to the intricate knowledge he held of a soundboard, it was hard to say Argyle Montoya was anything but gorgeous.

It definitely didn't make matters any better that you knew him better than anyone else. You'd spend hours every single day talking about anything you could find, in between DJ-ing for one of California's biggest radio stations of course. You felt like you'd begun to know him better than even he did.

Maybe that's how you'd weaseled your way in and found out he was currently single and very ready to mingle.

Somehow or another, he'd let it slip that he'd been particularly… lonely, let's say. And maybe that was why you'd been flashing him extra special glances while he was working, paying extra special attention to the way his hands looked roaming around the soundboard. You could swear you felt your heart flip as he flicked the microphone switch, leading back into his next segment.

The two of you made eye contact for what was most likely only a second, but felt like hours. The normal caramel shade of his eyes had faded into obsidian, and you were surprised his glare hadn't burned a hole right through you.

"That was the iconic Lucy In The Sky," he started, his breath hot on the mike. "Can never go wrong with The Beatles. Can you, Y/N?"

Your stomach turned as his gaze zeroed in on you again. "Nope," you chuckled into your mike.

"I don't know about you guys but we're huge fans of The Beatles here at 102 The Groove, which is why… drum roll, please."

"Dum dum dum dum," you improvised, forcing yourself to chuckle at the way he motioned toward you. His expressions were normal, average Argyle. But that glare… that stupidly sexy glare was going to be the death of you.

He laughed, a sound that managed to be sweet and rough simultaneously. "For a half hour, in honor of Ringo's sold out stadium tour, we're gonna be playing nothing but the best of The Beatles. Maybe a Wings song in there somewhere, maybe a Plastic Ono Band song or two. And who knows? Maybe at the end we'll be giving away a couple tickets to a very lucky listener. Here's Come Together to start us off."

You panicked, looking over your schedule. You were sure you didn't remember there being a half hour block scheduled for that hour, much less a Beatles block. Your eyes drifted along the page, examining every word, down to last syllable and-

"What are you doing?" Argyle asked, practically hovering over your chair.

You let out a strangled breath, your heart beating fast from his close proximity. "I-" you struggled, attempting to collect your thoughts. "There wasn't a half hour block scheduled."

"I know. Which is why I reiterate, what are you doing?" He eyes locked with yours, and it wasn't until that moment that you realized how close his large hand was to yours on the desk.

"What are you-"

"Don't play innocent with me," he said. All cheerfulness and light had left his voice, what he met you with was a sound as dark as his pupils."You think I haven't noticed all those little looks you've been sending me?"

Oh. Oh. "Oh that," you teased, trying to keep calm, though every inch of your body was screaming at you to jump his bones. "It's nothing really."

"Before I say anything either of us will regret, are you open to me being completely honest?"

Your stomach was doing so many somersaults, it rivaled an Olympic gymnast. "Of course, you can always be honest with me." The whole truth. You'd never be dishonest with Argyle, inside or outside of… whatever this was. And you needed him to know that you wanted nothing less than complete honesty from him.

"Do you think me trying to hide a boner from you all damn day is nothing?"

Your heart fluttered and you could already feel arousal forming in between your legs. You were sure it was a risk, but that didn't seem to stop you as you licked your lips, following it up with, "Is there anything I can do to fix it?"

"Yeah," he said as he kneeled in front of you, his tall figure still managing to be eye level with you even down on his knee. "I think fucking that look out of you would fix it. How 'bout you?"

You were rendered speechless as he lifted you from your chair, both of you standing back up to your full height. He towered over you, his brows raised as he awaited your response. You simply nodded, afraid your voice would betray you.

"Gonna need words, baby." You both cursed and commended him for being such a gentleman.

"Yes," you answered in a low moan.

His eyes flicked around the room, and you followed them like a lost puppy. "Close your blinds."

He walked over to his side of the studio, tugging down his blinds in swift, hurried motions. You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could will your legs to move.

"Do you not understand plain English?" he all but growled. "Close the damn blinds."

You knew your lips would betray you at some point or another, but you didn't expect them to betray you by saying, "No."

Two letters, one syllable, and somehow the worst possible answer you could have ever given him.

He strided back toward you, one of his hands landing on your hip while the other met your hair, caressing it with his pointer finger. "Do you want everyone in this office to see me fucking you senseless?"

Your breathing sped up, and by the expression on his face, he already knew your response. Still, you shook your head, willing your hand to reach over and close the blinds.

In an instant, his mouth was on yours and his hands on your skin. The two of you pushed and pulled at each other, and you hadn't noticed you'd moved until your back hit the wall. You arched away from the foam, secretly fearing you'd damage the equipment if you were too hard on it.

His lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the base. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft texture contrasting the roughness of his hands and mouth.

"Tell me," he said, his voice low, "how you need me."

You could think of about thirty positions you wanted him to take you in and twenty more places you wanted his mouth. You breathed heavily, one thing prominent in your mind. "I want," you panted, "I want you to bend me over your desk."

"Oh, yeah?" he smirked, lifting you up and forcing your legs around his waist. You willed your body to hold on to him, mewling as his rock-solid erection settled against your core. "Your wish is my command then, baby."

His mouth connected with yours once again as he carried you over to his desk, untangling your legs from him. "Bend over," he demanded.

You turned, lowering yourself onto the desk with the speed of a turtle. "Yes, sir," you sighed, raising your ass slowly to meet his tented jeans.

"Sir. I like the sound of that, baby."

His hands met the waistband of your pants, slowly slipping them down your legs until your cunt was on full display for me. His hand met your asscheek, gripping the supple skin, his nails embedding dirty crescent shapes into you. "Look at you."

Your hips canted as his nails dug into you. "Marking me as yours?" you asked, grinding against him.

"Hell yeah, I am." He smacked your ass, and your head fell forward. "You like that? Making sure everyone knows you belong to now?"

"Uh-huh," you answered in a breathy sigh. You rubbed your butt against him, and you were positive you'd created a wet spot on his jeans.

His hand trailed down your body, until his fingers met your folds, your slick soaking the digits. His opposite hand moved to his jeans, undoing the fastening quickly. "God, so wet, baby."

"Only for you," you answered as you rutted against him, sinking his fingers further into you. "O-Oh," you moaned, throwing your head back.

"Not so fast," he instructed, moving his hands to your hips and lining you up with the tip of his cock. "You can have my fingers later, baby. My cock needs you right now."

He slowly slid in, and you nearly came just from the sheer girth of his dick. He pulled at your hips, beginning to create the perfect rhythm. The sounds of skin and slick filled the air, and sweat began to pool in the dips of your breasts.

He rocked into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. His hips slammed against yours, so hard you were sure you'd have bruises. His fingers grasped and squeezed at your love handles, and you couldn't help but whine from the pure pain and pleasure he was providing you with.

"You dirty little thing," he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. "Wanting everyone in the office to see me fucking you like this."

You moaned, fucking back onto his length. The thought was enough to have you seeing stars.

"Little slut. Oh, shitttt," he exhaled, his dick twitching inside of you. "God, I'm close, baby."

Your eyes screwed shut as you rasped, "Me too, sir." Your bodies glistened with sweat under the hot lights, creating extra friction that you craved. You moaned as his hand met your ass again, slapping you in some form of disapproval.

"Not yet, baby," he instructed, one of his hands meeting your hair. "I need to see your eyes when it happens."

He pulled your head back, and you forced your eyes to meet his. Your pussy fluttered around him as your climax built, rutting your hips against him until the head of his cock was surely hitting your cervix. He held your head up, his grip so tight, you wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out your hair. Not that you cared, if he pulled your hair any harder, you'd probably cum just from that.

With a couple more thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, and you were finishing in sync with him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for everything it was worth. "Fuckfuckfuck," he was groaning in your ear, his hand firm on your hip as you both worked through your highs.

He stayed buried inside of you until the last possible moment, making you cum three more times before he pulled out. You weren't even sure he had pulled his pants back up before speaking into the mike. "That was Photograph by Ringo Starr to close us out. Y/N, you wanna announce what number caller is gonna win pit seats for Ringo's show at the Greek Theater?"

You tried your hardest to not sound like you were recovering from an earth shattering orgasm as you said, "How 'bout caller number four?"

"I like that number. Call 213-555-9333 to claim your tickets now!"

He pulled away from the mike, his gaze closing in on you. The phones began ringing, and as he picked up, his gaze was still zeroed in on you. "Caller number four, who is this?!"

The person spoke, but you didn't hear a word he said. Your gaze stayed on his as you mouthed, "it's a lucky number, considering how many orgasms you provided me with."

He rolled his eyes, mouthing back, "How do you feel about me beating that record later?"

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @serenity-lattes

[hearts401]

sweeps into the room and slicks back hair like an idiot.

Hi Silly, I have to ask you, Do you have any silly Michael headcanons (I want to sketch something on my sketch book but I'm dead) also also I can speak Arabic (<- Don't know what was the point of telling you that)

عندي امتحانات, و أنا قررت أرسم مايكل (غباء مطلق)

Translation because Ily:

I have exams, and I decided to draw Michael (<--Absolute stupid)

OH I HAVE A MILLION ANGEL

But they’re teen mike centered I hope that’s okay lol

1. He totally teaches his siblings things he can do even though he doesn’t like either of them. He just enjoys showing off. Usually that’s to Evan specifically. Usually like skipping rocks n stuff

2. He drums his fingers on things like counters n tables

3. Probably gives the most soul crushing hugs. Say goodbye to ur ribs

4. Constantly angry and uses his bullying to cc as an outlet

5. Probably also freaked out by the animatronics but in a “wow that thing is so freaky lol” way

6. He can skateboard but gets distracted easily and hurts himself

7. AUDHD and gay

8. Best friends with Charlie but she doesn’t like that he bullies cc so their relationship gets strained before she dies

9. Forgets to eat so much it’s an issue and William has to constantly remind him. He is just dumb like that

10. Loves going on late walks

11. Fav sport is soccer (but he calls it football because he’s British and it confuses everyone)

12. Wishes Henry was his dad instead

[sophiac356]

as a continuation on ur last fic any other abo hc?

Of course I do! (Also btw please put slashes between a/b/o it is a slur without them! just a reminder!)

So I write a/b/o a little different and I sort of play by my own rules

Presenting usually happens when ur 18 instead of your early teen years like others write

And ruts and heats aren’t as servere until you have sex with a potential mate

Think of a period sort of, sleepy, cramps, and just laying low stuff like that

Once you find a pack you stay with that pack

So my hcs for what they present as are: Eddie- omega; Richie- alpha; stan- beta; ben- beta; Mike-alpha; bill- alpha; Beverly- alpha; patty- omega

So for example the losers stick together during college to support and comfort one another as a family unit

I always like Richie to be an alpha but he sort of lowkey hates it, being seen as aggressive and this dumbass who has all this power

So he sort of hides it in a way to keep himself from looking too threatening by putting on a smile and telling his jokes and being goofy and all of that

Eddie is proud to be an omega and not always ashamed of it just iffy sometimes

He gets very angry when others try to “call him out” in a demeaning way

He doesn’t like the slick part of it though at first

One time he deadass thinking he pissed himself when really he just got horny

He also doesn’t like how Richie gets him hot and bothered

Even sometimes the slightest bit of attention has him a little itchy when it’s that time of the month

SPEAKING OF WHICH

Eddie becomes super clingy and soft during his heat when spending it with Richie

Mostly staying near his pack in the living room and nesting with Beverly or Richie

He really likes how Beverly smells not only bc she’s an alpha but bc it’s more comforting to him

NESTING!!!!!

Bruh Eddie loves to do that shit

The only problem is that he does it in some weird ass places

One time bill found him in their pantry nesting and hoarding all their food practically growling at him when he was reaching for his lucky charms

Another time Mike found him in one of their cabinets

Eddie likes to have everyone in his nest during his pre-heat

Especially Richie (that’s a no brainer)

Richie always calls him a mother hen bc he tucks everyone in

But after that pre heat and alone

He’s a bit

Violent

If you get within a 5 feet radius he tries to claw your eyes out

Stan has marks on his legs from when he made this mistake of bringing him food and Eddie grabbed his leg like the girl from the ring style

But when he spends it with Richie...

He’s just a cuddly bear

Very clingy

He loves laying on his chest and having his hair ran through

It makes him preen when Richie tells him he’s being good and he’s handsome

And Richie always teases him afterwards

Speaking of our favorite trashmouth

When richie gets his rut b.e. (Before Eddie)

He sleeps

When he first presents the whole pack is scared of what will happen; will he attack bill? Will he try to hump a pillow?

But it turns out he goes comatose

Beverly makes him stay on the couch so she can make sure he’s like fucking breathing

He gets up for food

And then lays back down for his nap

He likes to snuggle with Beverly and Ben usually

Beverly says it’s bc he’s the only one with a good relationship with his parents

And the next he’s making a sound that similar to purring while Eddie hugs him

But after him and Eddie get together?

... oh boy

He’s fucking feral at one moment; being reckless and horny and very much trying to bury himself into anything that’s wet and tight

He loves skin to skin touch and Eddie finds its grounds him back to reality even through the instincts

Eddie takes no shit from him in rut and honestly treats him like a dog

When Eddie goes to get a cold cloth to cool him down, Richie always tries to follow and Eddie tells him to sit in the same tone you would tell a dog

He’s very protective of Eddie

If someone comes in while they’re tied Eddie always has to give him kisses on his forehead to calm him

Stan is the designated heat and rut preparer

He always tries to track them but the cheeky monkies always end up being earlier or later than scheduled

He gets the food since he’s a beta and people will be more calmer

Uhhh

That’s all I have for now!

[reddie-set-go]

im sorry ur night isnt going well hun!!! write me some cute reddie hc to take ur mind off it??? i'd love somethin nice to wake up to

omg you’re a sweetheart :’) thank you so much

REDDIE WEDDING HC (I’ve been wanting to write this forever)  

- Eddie wears a white tux and a yellow bowtie, his hair is slicked back with gel and he lets beverly put foundation and mascara on him and he looks fantastic

-Richie wears a black suit with an ivory tie and lets his insanely long, curly hair fly free

- Rich wanted Beverly to do his makeup but she can’t bring herself to cover up his perfect skin and freckles so she just puts mascara on him and he loves it

- They get married at a country club, their wedding colors are yellow and ivory

- Mike got ordained solely to marry them

-  Stan and Beverly are Richie’s best men and bev wears a little tux with a yellow flower she’s adorable

- Ben and Bill are Eddie’s best men

- Georgie is the ring bearer even though he’s way too old (he doesn’t even care he wanted to be a part of the wedding party and Richie cannot say no to him)

- (he looks fucking cute in a tux okay)

- Eddie’s mom sobs loudly through the whole ceremony (happy or sad tears? who knows)

- On the video you can see the losers all looking at each other when she lets out an especially loud cry

- Every time she does it Richie looks into the camera like he’s on the office

- Honestly Stan cries quietly through the whole thing too and in you can see him holding back tears in most of the photos

- Richie’s parents show up on time and keep their shit together, neither of them drink at the reception and they’re on their best behavior

- This alone makes Richie so emotional

- Eddie damn near drops Richie’s ring but catches it with his shaky hands and Richie can tell he’s panicking so he whispers “relax. I got you” in eddie’s ear before helping him hold his hand steady to slip the ring on

- When mike says “you may now kiss the groom” Richie goes WAY overboard with the kiss and dips eddie and everything

- The losers’ club whistles and claps and stan just,, stan just cries

- When they finally stop Eddie’s all blushy and fixing his hair

- Richie carries eddie bridal style out of the ceremony

- They take group photos and they’re so cheesy!

- Richie surprises Eddie by getting onstage at the reception andsinging “never gonna give you up” with the band and serenades him

- Richie is quite the little performer bc he used to be in a band

- he’sactually a great singer and struts around, throws his hair around and stuff

- He’s such a good singer that everyone (mostlybev) convinces him to get back up on stage

- he sings come on eileen and take on me and Africa and other songs the losers loved when they were kids

- Eddie is trying really, really hard not to cry because that’s his husband up there

- ben and bev slow dance and the photographer catches Beverly laying her head on ben’s chest and ben staring at her like she’s everything

- he also gets a picture of mike and his wife cindy touching foreheads and smiling at each other while dancing

- he also gets a picture of bill and stan feeding each other the cherries from their drinks 

- They all dance to the classic 80s songs even though it’s like 1997 (but there is no shortage of 90s music)

- They go hard as hell to bohemian rhapsody and wannabe and anything by beyonce

- Rich & eds steal a moment to stand together in the corner and watch everyone they love enjoying themselves and wow, this is happening, they’re really married

- Richie dances with Mrs. Kaspbrak and she tells him she trusts him with her son and they both start crying and it’s really cute

- Eddie dances with Mrs. Tozier and she tells him she appreciates him and his friends being there for her son all those years and goddamn it’s so emotional

- Everyone has a great time and they all get shitfaced because open bar

- After everyone else goes home the losers (plus cindy, she’s a loser now too) walk to the barrens like 15 minutes down the road

- they pass around a joint and they laugh and reminisce and it’s just like old times

- by now it’s like 3 a.m. but they have to go to their favorite 24 hour diner because munchies

- they look ridiculous, the 8 of them dressed up all formally but they’re drunk and high and happy as can be at a shitty diner at 3 a.m.

- the rest of the losers catch taxis home & richie and eddie head back to their apartment

- they hold hands and smile at each other the whole way. eddie’s hair is a mess and Richie’s is sticking out everywhere but all either of them can think is “damn he’s beautiful”

- as soon as they step in the door they cant keep their hands off of each other and their wedding night goes very, very well to keep it PG

- right before they fall asleep, Richie with his head on eddie’s chest and their legs tangled together, they share a sweet kiss and Richie mumbles “love you hubby”

- “I love you too Richie kaspbrak-tozier”

WOW I WENT OVERBOARD LMAO hope you enjoy this fuckin NOVEL

[stark-barness]

Headcanons for Richie getting de-aged into a 5 year old that loves Eddie and calls him beautiful.

im gonna turn this into a fic one day Feckin hell. the babysitter’s club but its the losers

also how to. get over a creative/writing block ? send me tips

- he’d trail after eddie like a lil duckling

- when he first sees eddie he’s like… “hello. are you mine?”

- eddie’s like Tiny Richie, What Does That Even Mean? Do I Look Like An Estate To You

- eddie tells everyone and says “if you dont chip in and help i’ll fucking sic a tiny richie child on you”

- HE’D HAVE THE POSSESSIVENESS OF A CHILD (which he already has, though it is repressed because… he doesnt have the guts to actually Confess to our resident Mother Hen)

- which means he’s scary fuckin possessive

- when he saw bill kinda smiling and helping eddie with his books he’s like

- “i can do it. gimme.” but he’s too weak to carry eddie’s big ass books so he ends up giving them back to bill but he’s like “im watching you, slick. don’t try any shit”

- eddie just kinda. gets tired of richie followin him like a shadow so he just kinda… picks richie up

- “your ego is going to get so fucking smashed once you turn back,” eddie mutters, but richie’s too preoccupied in counting the freckles on eddie’s face

- he gets in more trouble cuz the lil twerp fuckin knows he can get away with it

- he’s fuckin CUTE alright

- like get away with murder cute

- eddie is the only one immune to it

- “BEVERLY I TOLD YOU NOT TO GIVE HIM A FUCKING FLAME THROWER”

- “HE USED THE EYES”

- “MIKE WHY IS THAT FIVE YEAR OLD ON THE BASKET OF YOUR BIKE”

- “HE SAID HE NEEDED TRANSPORTATION AND I—“

- “USELESS ALL OF YOU”

- stan and he gets in Fights. like fights

- “im not above fucking up a toddler!” stan screams as richie trash talks him a mile a minute

- he points at eddie, “dont let this fucker ever procreate!!”

- richie’s like “square up you daddy long legs looking bitch !!” but in a cute lil voice and no one can take him seriously

- bill tries to calm down stan “ruh-rub-remember your buh-breathing dear”

- when ben sees richie he’s just like, “ah.. so you found the spellbooks…”

- and eddie’s like “What Have You Done”

- when its just him and eddie he’s very quiet and he just tucks himself into eddie’s body like he’s scared if he lets go eddie will disappear

- eddie sings to Tiny Richie if he’s having a hard time because that always calms older richie down

- attention/abandonment issues galore

- little richie actually writes eddie lil love notes

- “ur hair is like chocolate in the sunlight. can u buy me a chocolate bar”

- “you have eyes like. i dunno. but they’re pretty”

- when someone asks eddie who the little boy is he’s like “bill’s cousin”

- tiny richie is hella fuckin clever. like scary clever. like take Kevin from Home Alone and fucking put steroids on that bitch

- richie always says “eddie is mine” to any person who tries to monopolize eddie’s time

- he likes announcing that he loves eddie

- all the fuckin time. it’s… very becoming,