#Gareth Emerson x reader smut

[demowogorgon]

Bite of Passage

It’s like something out of a bad vampire book __________________________________________

Or, in which you realize that Gareth has never actually gotten a hickey before. You decide to fix that for him

The spiritual successor to Livewire! Thank you all for your patience in getting this out. Gareth nation forever <3

Part 1

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Hickeys, borderline smut (no intercourse, but still, probably not safe to bring to grandma’s Sunday bookclub.) GN reader, mentioned in 1 (one) line to have breasts, but that’s it. Good part beneath the dark red divider.

Wordcount: 2.5k

The heat from outside hits you like a truck when you open the door, and Gareth is quick to worm his way through the gap the moment you swing it open. You cast a look out towards the street, sighing at the heat waves rising from the pavement. No way in hell you guys are going out today. You close the door, turning back towards Gareth, whose eagerly chucking his shoes into some random corner of the room. He moves towards the kitchen on autopilot, moving through your home with a familiarity that only best friends can have. He powerwalks towards the sink, turning it on and dipping his head down to drink straight from the spout — He knows damn well where the glasses are by now, and you know that he only drinks out of the sink to fuck with you — before pulling away to throw his head back in a groan. He turns off the tap, turning towards you with closed eyes and a shake of his hair. A single rivulet of water runs down his neck, disappearing temptingly past his collarbone.

“It gets hotter every year, I swear to fucking god.” 

“Hello to you too,” you tease. 

He grins, finally opening his eyes to meet your own. He pushes himself away from the sink, heading towards your room like second nature. You follow him down the narrow space, shooting him a grin when he looks back to make sure you’re following. “So, what were you up to?” He asks, flopping onto your bed. His hair bounces wildly at the movement, hand coming up soon after to push back the loose strands. His shirt rides a bit up his hips at the action, exposing a fraction of skin before it’s pulled back into place. You swallow, flopping down next to him and gesturing towards the TV when he stretches his legs out, crossing them at the ankles. 

Gareth’s eyes follow you for a moment, lingering on you for perhaps a second too long to be considered completely platonic — it’s something he’s gotten into an awful habit of, really. He slowly pulls his eyes from you to look at the TV too, soaking in your voice as you explain the plot to him. Some sort of cheesy vampire movie he gathers, and one that you seem to particularly like. 

“You know Carver’s cousin, what’s-his-name?” He asks, “He kind of looks like David.” He points towards the screen at one of the vampires onscreen, and…

You tilt your head a little, laughing softly. “You’re not wrong.” You look back at him, shooting him a grin. “Think he’s a vampire?” 

“Dude, 100%. Did you see his girlfriend last Thursday?” He rolls his head towards you with a wicked grin, all too eager to tease one of the jocks that made your conjoined highschool experience a living hell. But the latter comment stumps you, and you rack your brain to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. 

“What?”

“You know,” he gestures to his neck, spreading his fingers and waving at the skin exaggeratedly. When you don’t respond he simply gestures more, raising his brows. “Dude, she sits right next to you.”

And then it clicks. Two angry dark purple marks adorned the base of her neck stood out proudly against her skin, highlighted further by the bright pink top she had worn that day. It was kind of cute, the way she wore them so proudly -- she had seemed almost giddy at the prospect of flaunting them, not unlike you the first time you got a hickey. 

You giggle, shaking your head before sticking your tongue out at him playfully.  “Never would have taken you for such a prude, Gare.”

He leans back, crossing his arms defensively. 

“I’m not a prude,” he sputters, “It’s just weird, I don’t know. I mean, it- it’s just so-” His eyes dart around the room, eager to be anywhere but your face, “It’s like something straight out of a bad vampire book.” 

Oh. 

Oh.

It’s no secret that Gareth wasn’t exactly the popular type in highschool -- you were there for that, after all -- but you didn’t think it was this bad. But now that you think of it, he’s never talked to you about any of his own endeavors despite your openness about your own, and… Jesus, how did you never catch on? You lean up, folding your leg under yourself to look at him better. 

“Gareth, have you never gotten a hickey before?”

Gareth swears he can feel his heart stop at your words,and the air is so thick that you almost regret asking at all. His eyes whip over to meet yours, and for a brief moment he worries that you’re teasing — it’s not an unwelcome occurrence in your friendship, it’s something that he’d ordinarily take in stride, but right now he wishes the world would just swallow him whole. His Adam’s apple bobs temptingly at your words, and the tips of his ears flush when he notices your eyes flicker towards his throat. It’s a subtle movement, one that could easily be written off as a reflexive response to his own movements, but it's enough to send his heart hammering in his chest. That gaze is one that he’s never been on the receiving end of, despite his strongest desires, and it's so surreal that he can’t help but wonder if this is all a dream. Because he’s Gareth, and you’re you, and you could never want him like he wants you. He’s certainly imagined this look before, gotten off to it dozens of times, much to his own guilt. But he could never clearly imagine the way your eyes darken now, or the way your tongue darts between your lips subconsciously… 

Christ, what he wouldn’t do to feel your tongue against the underside of his—

He swallows again, pushing down the heat that rises when your eyes track the movement once again. His perverted fucking brain must be imagining it, surely. He’s temporarily taken back to last weekend, when his overactive imagination had him shoving his hand down his damn pants in your bathroom. He shoves the thought away as quick as it came on, although the flush that rises to his cheeks at the memory doesn’t go away as fast.

“No,” he grumbles, “Is it such a big deal though?” 

He leans his arm against the pillows, trying just a little too hard to be casual about the affair. He knows that he shouldn’t be embarrassed, that you’d never rag on him for such a thing, but there’s something uniquely embarrassing about admitting it to his crush of the past fucking decade. 

You lean back against the pillows, shrugging. “Of course it doesn’t matter, Gare. You know I don’t care about that shit, and anybody who matters won’t, either.” 

He nods stiffly, white knuckling the sheets just outside of your vision. 

“But hey,” you murmur, “If this is totally out of line just tell me but… do you want to know what it's like?”

You thought he couldn’t get any redder, eyes going wide as his blush creeps from his ears to paint his cheeks. He swallows, mouth opening for the briefest of moments before snapping shut. He nods.

You’re going to kill him, he knows it. He’s on fire, flames stoked further by your touch as you run your hands along his chest. It’s meant to be soothing, he’s sure, but it only serves to melt his brain further. Your touch is painfully slow -- fond, even -- as you work your way up his shoulders, locking your hands over the broad muscle and pulling yourself closer to him. Its heartachingly sweet, like every wet dream he’s ever fucking had about you, and its all he can do to remind himself that you’re doing this as a friend and not a lover. 

“Relax,” you murmur, “Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Your voice is uncharacteristically soft, velvet words vibrating against his chest when you speak. He’s ashamed to say it, but all he can do is nod, not trusting his own voice enough to respond. He wishes he could, wishes he could say something that would make you fall just as hard for him as he did for you, but the words die in his throat. But for you, it seems to be enough. 

You smile, squeezing his shoulders one last time and rocking forward gently in his lap, drawing a shudder from him. And when your lips meet his neck, so tender and sweet, he can’t help but indulge in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you feel that same spark of adoration. You kiss along the column of his throat, and each time your lips connect with his skin he swears he’s moved about a half inch closer into an early grave. But damn, if there’s ever a way he wanted to go, this would be it. He grips the bed sheets firmly, fingers twisting in the cotton for a lifeline to keep him grounded.  

You pause, humming against his throat as you pull your hands away from his shoulders. He almost whines at the loss, but then your hands are on top of his own, gently pulling them away from the sheets. 

“You can touch me, Gare,” you say, pulling his hands to your thighs. “It’s part of the fun, you know?”

And, it was as if the wire that held together his control snapped, unraveling like frayed rope in your masterful hands. The warm plush of your thighs dent beneath his finger tips, and the sight is fucking addicting in and of itself, but then you’re whining, and fuck him, he’d half his life right here and now if he could hear that noise you made just one more time--

His hands dance along your thighs, and he relishes the way your breath hitches at his touch. He has half the mind to wonder if this is some cruel trick of the mind, but this is leagues better than anything his sick, sick brain could ever think of. One of your hands moves to cradle the back of his neck, thumb dragging tenderly across the sensitive skin before roughly pulling him back towards your waiting mouth, and the juxtaposition has his dick twitching in his pants. 

Your kisses become shorter and messier against his throat, and it's not long before you’re tugging the collar of his shirt down to expose a bit more skin. He’s half sure that you can feel his heart pounding out of his chest, and it’s growing increasingly difficult to keep his hips against the bedspread. 

Especially with the way he’s panting and whining beneath you, eyes blown out and lips red with the struggle of keeping himself quiet -- an endeavor he dropped long ago. You want to see him unravel entirely, want to make him fall apart in your hands, and you sigh needily as you try to stave off any other thoughts beyond wrecking him. It’s cute, how easy it is to get him worked up. You wonder if anyone has ever touched him like this before. 

With lips parted and teeth scratching against soft skin you make your mark, sucking a dark mark into the tender area just past his inlet. And despite himself he moans, honest to god moans, at the feeling, and if that wasn’t mortifying enough his body acts on its own accord by rutting upwards into you like a fucking dog. But before he can even think of muttering out an apology you’re rolling your hips back down over the growing bulge in his pants. He chokes on the gasp that rips its way from his throat, and his grip on your thighs tighten. He’s too far gone to think about how they’ll bruise in the morning. Too far gone to realize just how excited that thought makes you.  

Sparked with need, his hands finally find the confidence to move a bit farther. One arm hooks around the small of your back to tug you closer with the other pushing the bottom of your shirt upwards, achingly slow, as though he were afraid of going too far. His hands are warm and addicting against your waist, and you hum at the contact. Emboldened at the noise he pushes up a bit farther, the rough pads of his fingertips dragging teasingly along your ribs, charting every inch of skin and committing it to memory. 

And he must be doing something right, because soon enough you’re rolling your hips against his own absentmindedly, not just in response to his own, and he’s biting his tongue to make sure that he doesn’t cum in his pants right then and there. He’s pretty sure he tastes blood when you whine against his collarbone and ask if you can go higher, and mark up his pretty— (Pretty, pretty, pretty the word rings in his head), neck. 

“Fucking yes,” he groans, “anything you want.” 

He means it literally. He’d let you take him apart piece by piece if you wanted to. 

And who are you to deny such a generous offer? 

Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into what feels like hours. He whines when you tug at his hair, you whimper when he drags your hips to meet his own, and you both tell yourself that this is what friends do, and that there’s nothing more than this beneath the surface. In a rare moment of boldness he lets a single hand trail a bit higher, swiping his thumb across your chest, and for a moment he thinks he’s overstepped. But then you murmur out a soft “yes” against his flushed skin, and pull his hand to fully cup your breast. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, your name falling from his lips like liquid gold a moment later in a plea -- something you would happily play over and over again for the rest of your life.

You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally pull back, but the sight before you once you do really takes your breath away. He’s a sight for sore eyes, with his tousled hair and the myriad of dark marks along his neck. His breath rattles in his throat with the weight of his overstimulation, silver pick against his chest following dutifully along. It’s his breathing (and nothing more, you tell yourself) that draws your attention to his lips — bitten half to death in his earlier attempts to keep himself quiet, but nothing more. 

Your tongue darts between your lips, breath shaky with the weight of all the words you want to say. It takes an embarrassing amount of effort to keep yourself from claiming his lips right then and there, so instead you tilt your head to the side in admiration, inadvertently exposing the skin to him. His eyes dart to your neck, swallowing at the movement, only to flicker back to meet your gaze.

“Wanna try?”

[munsonhoneybaby]

Three's Company | Eddie Munson X F!Reader X Gareth

Summary: When Gareth accidentally interrupts your typical evening with Eddie, the night takes a turn that none of you were expecting.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, alcohol consumption and heavy marijuana use so automatic dubcon, smut, mostly pwp, p in v (unprotected), voyeurism, fingering, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), daddy kink (used a total of 5 times), hair pulling, choking, little praise, little degradation, honestly just a touch ‘a everything yk how it goes

A/N: it’s not specifically stated but gareth is about 21-22 and eddie is 23, about to turn 24. this is honestly just one big filthy mess i can’t lie, so just brace yourself. and i did throw in a lil action with gareth right at the end for all my gareth girlies out there <3

started with this idea | part two

Smoke hung densely in the air, thick clouds drifting lazily through the small bedroom. The three of you were working your way through your third joint, the windows sealed and trapping the hot, heavy air inside. Empty beer bottles sat scattered on almost every surface, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s still two-thirds full on the nightstand beside three miscellaneous coffee mugs. Yours was white with a picture of a crab and said ‘Don’t bother me I’m crabby’.

You watched your boyfriend as he tapped the joint against the rim of the ashtray before leaning over you to pass it to his drummer. The openings of the cut-off sleeves of his Led Zepplin tee flashed you the dark ink crawling across his ribs. His rings clinked against Gareth’s in the handover, just loud enough to hear over the mixtape that you’d made for you and Eddie. It wasn’t exactly designed to suit the usual mood when the guys were over– Jeff would usually be there, too– but the two of you had started the evening alone together.

Eddie had been rolling up for the night at his desk when his friend called him. Apparently, Jeff had plans with a friend from work, leaving Gareth woefully bored and lonely; on a Saturday night, no less. It had you both feeling a little sorry for him, so you told Eddie to invite him over. After grumbling under his breath– something about ‘just wanting to fuck his girl in peace’– he begrudgingly did as you suggested and your party of two became three in less than thirty minutes.

You didn’t mind, though. Whoever said two’s company and three’s a crowd must have never spent two hours sitting, drinking, smoking, and talking with Gareth and Eddie.

“Sorry again for crashing your date,” Gareth apologized to you. “If Ed told me you were here, I wouldn’t’ve come.”

Eddie stood to pour a finger or two of whiskey into his Campbell’s Soup mug and you stretched your leg out, using your sock-covered foot to nudge your own mug closer to him. “Oh, so you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”

He scoffed, “C’mon, you know I think you’re cool as shit.” After topping off all three drinks, Eddie handed Gareth his. “I just don’t wanna third-wheel you guys too much. ‘S a little rude and pathetic, don’t’cha think?”

The boy took a swallow with a faint grimace, then rolled the desk chair he was sitting in about a foot closer to offer you the joint. “It’s not pathetic, Gare. You’re just hanging out with friends.” The music faded out and your head lolled towards your boyfriend with a lazy grin as “One of These Nights” by Eagles began. He just shook his head at you with a little smirk, biceps flexing as he raised his arms to tie his hair back in a low ponytail. Settling himself on the bed, he let his back rest against the wall as he sat between you and where Gareth sat in his desk chair. 

You took a long drag, eyelids drooping as your head tilted against Eddie’s chest. His eyes roamed your body as it fitted to his. Your shorts were a little shorter than you’d normally wear in front of Gareth, but he couldn’t find it in himself to complain as he eyed your bare legs curling over his lap. Smoke billowed slowly from your mouth and the feel of his friend’s gaze on the two of you wasn’t enough to stop him from leaning down to breathe the rest of it in for himself, lips slotting familiarly between your parted ones. From your knee, his hand crawled slowly up the outside of your thigh to your hip. Your own fingers wandered to his exposed ribs, stroking lightly over the small date forever etched into his skin– the date you’d gotten together, almost three years ago now. 

He didn’t tell you he was getting it; he knew you’d tell him not to, that it was a bad omen, but he didn’t believe that. Maybe you’d only been together for a year at the time, but you were a part of him. In fact, he’d wanted to have your name done, but after seeing your reaction to Rick getting his girlfriend’s name tattooed he’d worried you’d tear him a new one for it. Though you had to admit, it had grown on you. Maybe after ten years, you’ll let me add your name, huh babe, he’d said when he first showed you. Now the thought had your thighs squeezing together, the way you both knew you belonged to each other– the way everyone knew.

Gareth certainly knew, unable to tear his eyes from the scene before him though he knew he’d been staring for far too long. Watching Eddie’s teeth tug on your lower lip had him gnawing at the inside of his own. A glimpse of his tongue slipping into your mouth had the younger boy’s palms sweating. It wasn’t until his breath hitched at the sight of his friend’s hand sneaking between your thighs that you finally seemed to remember he was there.

Swatting Eddie’s hands away, you passed the dwindling joint to him and fixed an apologetic look in Gareth’s direction. “Sorry, I’ll make sure he behaves.”

“It’s okay, sorry I uh- interrupted–” He cleared his throat a little awkwardly and cracked his knuckles. “You want me to roll another one?”

“Go for it.”

While he turned around at the desk, Eddie’s mouth was meeting the sensitive flesh below your ear. His tongue grazed your skin and you let out a small gasp before pinching his thigh in warning. He hissed, but that smug little smirk of his remained. 

Meanwhile, Gareth’s shaking hands were struggling not to rip the paper. He could hear all of it, even the occasional wet smack of his best friend’s mouth on your skin. Knocking back the rest of his drink, he shook his head a little and focused on finishing the task at hand. When he finally turned back around, his mouth went dry at the sight before him.

You sat comfortably between Eddie’s legs, back against his chest and head tilted to gaze up at him. He stared back at you with the same adoration, breathing in the last hit and ashing it in the tray on the nightstand. His free hand was halfway up your shirt and Gareth tried not to imagine the way his fingers must be teasing along your ribcage. He could see the blooming spot of red in the crook of your neck– which definitely wasn’t there before– slowly growing darker. So much for making sure he behaves. 

He handed Eddie the joint and lighter which earned him a crooked grin and a “good man.” He watched him place it between your lips instead, lighting it for you as the shape of his other hand moved higher beneath your baggy t-shirt. Still, he could make out how the older boy kneaded at one of your breasts beneath the fabric until you swatted at him yet again. His throat grew tight and he could only hope and pray that neither of you noticed his pants doing the same.

The two of you had always been a little handsy, and he couldn’t deny that part of him always had some trouble keeping his eyes away, but something was different tonight. Maybe you were acting a little more intimate, maybe it was the heady music you’d been playing all night– hell, maybe he was just too fucking crossed– but it was different. He was one second away from having a nervous breakdown or busting in his jeans.

Suddenly, he was struck by the deep twang of “I Want You” by The Beatles beginning. Eddie’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, “Mmm, I fuckin’ love this song. Y’know that, Gareth? She loves this song too, don’t you, sweetheart? S’that why you put it on here?”

“Shut up.” You weakly elbowed him, but both boys still caught the way your thighs squeezed together.

He chuckled, his nose dragging along your cheek as he murmured, “Yeah. My sweet girl wanted me to fuck her to this song tonight, didn’t you, baby? This one always makes her shake.” Your stomach flipped nervously as your wide eyes were forced to meet Gareth’s, your bewildered expression mirrored on his face. He went on. “Maybe we should show him, hm? I mean, since he feels so guilty ‘interrupting’ us and all. What d’you think?”

Gareth was starting to think the dream-like quality of the night was because he actually was dreaming. This is Eddie Munson. The same Eddie Munson who almost knocked a middle-aged man’s teeth out for whistling at you three months into your relationship. And now, what? He wanted to–

“Y’gonna let me fuck you in front of ‘im, sweetheart?”

By your deer-in-the-headlights expression, Gareth would assume you were just as shocked by this turn of events as he was– which you partially were. You and Eddie had mentioned once or twice the idea of letting someone watch, Gareth’s name had even been thrown around when discussing the subject over a packed bowl, but you’d had no idea he had been considering it so seriously. Still, you couldn’t deny the way Eddie’s words made the heat between your legs throb. Glancing up to meet his eyes with uncertainty, you bashfully whispered, “I-I don’t know if Gareth wants that, Eds.” 

Your boyfriend’s smirk only grew, fingers teasing at the waist of your shorts. “Don’t worry, babe, Gareth’s a dirty little pervert just like me. I mean, he’s been hard for twenty minutes.”

Finally, you glanced over at the boy in question whose face was now redder than you’d ever seen before, and his eyes immediately shot to the floor. He looked like a little boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Knock it off, you’re embarrassing him. S’okay, Gare. You’re allowed to look.”

Hesitantly, he lifted his head and his heart could’ve stopped. Eddie was tilting your chin towards him for a kiss with one hand as the other worked its way into your shorts. The glimmer of his rings in the low light caught the younger boy’s attention, eyes following them down your throat until they disappeared beneath your shirt once again. Lips leaving your boyfriend’s, you turned to him and held out the joint that had apparently stopped burning. “Wanna come get this?”

He hoped you didn’t hear the shaky breath he let out as he willed his knees not to give out and stood from his seat at the desk. “Y’sure you don’t just want me to l-light it for you?” The faint tremble in his voice matched the one in his hand as he took it from you, embarrassment warming his cheeks.

You must have noticed as you replied, “S’okay. You clearly need it more than I do, honey.” His face only grew hotter as he clocked your eyes lingering on the obvious tent in his jeans. 

Finally speaking up again, Eddie chimed, “Seriously, man. Relax a little.”

In disbelief, Gareth faintly laughed out, “Right.” Dropping back down into the desk chair, he watched you and Eddie exchange a long look, almost like some form of confirmation. A check-in. He’d always admired how the two of you communicated so effortlessly. Frankly, he admired many facets of your relationship. He and Jeff had talked more than once about how they hoped they’d be lucky enough to find a connection like yours and Eddie’s. Still, he couldn’t believe you trusted each other enough for this– that you both trusted him enough for this.

Brain still cloudy with shock, he briefly glanced around his friend’s bedroom. Almost like he had to make sure he was really there. This was really happening. While Eddie was already attempting to peel your shorts off, you refused to assist him. Gareth’s fingers clutched at the arms of the chair as you graced him with your soft gaze instead. “You sure you’re not uncomfortable, Gare? You’re okay with this?”

Simply nodding dumbly in response, he was shocked when Eddie corrected him; “Use your words, Gareth.” He said it casually, but there was a subtle firmness behind it— one he wasn’t sure he had ever heard Eddie use before, especially toward him.

What shocked him more was the way he found his body tensing in response. Afraid the words wouldn’t come out, he sheepishly cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. Swear.” God, could his face flush any redder? 

Your boyfriend finally forced you to lift your hips from the bed, allowing him to shove your shorts down your legs. His hands eased along your inner thighs, spreading your legs and hooking one of them over his to keep them open. Gareth was just barely able to make out the faint wet spot beginning to form on your underwear. He had to resist the urge to lean in for a closer look like some teenager watching his first porno. Eddie’s ever-wandering fingers eased over that wet spot, rubbing in soft circles around your clit.

Puffing out a soft breath from your nose, you sank further into his chest. “Feels good, huh, baby? All worked up already ‘n I’ve hardly even touched you. That excited to show off your pretty little pussy?”

“Eddieee,” You grumbled, trying again to hide your face in his chest. 

“Don’t be so embarrassed, Gareth is even more excited than you are.” Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your underwear, he asked, “How ‘bout we give him some more to work with, hm?” Taking them off, he tossed them to his friend. Said friend was a goner. He blamed his crossfaded state of autopilot for the way he instantly lifted the material to his nose and took a deep breath. Eddie chuckled, “Told ya he was a perv.”

Gareth subtly palmed at his length, practically gnawing at his lower lip as he fought not to make a sound– God forbid he interrupt as Eddie spread your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of your dripping pussy. Fuck, he might as well have been drooling on the floor. He could hear your wetness as your boyfriend slipped his fingers between your slick-covered lips, easing around your clit a few times. Stuck in his glassy-eyed stare, he didn’t mean to let out a broken whimper as Eddie sank two fingers inside you.

Just as he was afraid of, the older boy instantly narrowed his gaze in his direction. “Oh, we’ve got our boy on the edge of his seat right now, baby. It’s okay, Gare. I know you’ve never seen anything like my girl before, you can take your cock out. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

The way Eddie spoke to him made his whole body blaze with shame, but he still found himself doing as he was told. When he looked at you again you were watching him fumble with his belt, button, and zipper. Finally freeing himself from the confines of his jeans, his cock twitched in his hand at the sight of the intrigue in your eyes, your tongue grazing across your lower lip. You clutched at Eddie’s bicep with a soft moan, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Gettin’ all wet for my best friend’s dick?” His free hand grabbed your face, your cheeks squishing under his grip. “Didn’t know my sweet girl was that fuckin’ filthy.” You whined at the sudden emptiness as Eddie withdrew his hand from between your thighs, patting your leg with a soft murmur. “On your stomach, babe.” Obediently, you rolled over and he followed, kneeling behind you to grip your hips and lift them from the bed. “‘Atta girl.”

Your face warmed as you and Gareth looked at each other– you on your knees with your chest flush to the mattress and him with his pants just below his hips, his hand fisting his cock. Then Eddie’s fingers were knuckle-deep inside you again, curling into spots that only he had ever been able to find. Your hand shot back to grab at his thigh and you let out a surprised, gasping moan. “Daddy…”

While Gareth let out a quiet groan, Eddie just gave a low, condescending laugh. “Aw, sweetheart. I wasn’t even gonna tell ‘im. I didn’t wanna embarrass you too much, but you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Letting out little puffy breaths, your eyes welled with tears. Normally he would take this as an excuse to tease you further, but he didn’t want you getting too worked up with the added pressure of his friend’s presence. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back, “My little crybaby. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.” Your body relaxed, spine sinking deeper into its arch as his touch warmed your skin. “Would ya look at that?” Not that he had to ask; Gareth couldn’t stop looking. “She’s just such a sweet girl for me. Ain’t that right, baby? And so pretty. One of a kind, my girl.”

Taking in the scene before him, Gareth could only hope that wasn’t true. Because he wanted you– no, he wanted this. This thing, this passion and love that you two have for each other. Even as obscene a display as it was, he felt like he was witnessing something sacred, something holy. He was blessed further when Eddie brought you back to stand on your knees, your back to his chest as he lifted your shirt over your head.

Completely bare for both of them to gawk at, you were pointedly aware of your boyfriend’s fully clothed form behind you. He pinched teasingly at your nipple, making you arch further into him and grab at the hem of his shirt. Clawing for the skin just beneath it, you finally pleaded, “Take your clothes off.”

His eyes narrowed playfully; he just couldn’t help himself. “What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy,” You whined quietly with a pout.

With a quick wink and a crooked smirk, he crossed his arms to pull the ragged material over his head. You didn’t hesitate to seek out any inch of skin you could touch, a tremble licking down your spine as the soft warmth of his bare chest molded to it. Hands still pawing at your tits, his mouth worked its way down the length of your neck. “I love you,” He murmured against your shoulder, tone playful but still drenched in adoration.

“Love you more, Eddie.” 

“Impossible,” He whispered in return before leaving one more kiss. “Now, back down.” Goosebumps erupted at the touch of his rings on your back, guiding you down until your chest met his bed once again. “Isn’t she such a good listener?”

Gareth was almost nervous to say anything– like any answer he gave could be the wrong one, and the wrong one might get the shit knocked out of him. So, why did his stomach tighten when Eddie looked at him expectantly for an answer? “So good.”

“Just wait til you hear how she sounds.” Eddie finally pushed his sweatpants down to his thighs, rubbing the head of his cock through your wetness and drawing a surprised gasp from you. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” You breathed out impatiently.

Finally sinking inside, he didn’t stop until his hips were flush with your ass. Gareth’s hand stilled, fingers tightened around the base of his length to keep from coming too soon. Each slow thrust pushed your hips forward, emphasizing the perfect arch of your back. Your eyebrows were furrowed slightly, but he could still hear your moans from behind the pillow you were clutching. That didn’t last long as your boyfriend laced a hand into your hair, pulling your head back just enough to uncover your mouth. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds, babe. We wanna hear ‘em.” 

Eddie. His best friend, his brother, his mentor, his frontman, his dungeon master. He had never thought of Eddie like this. He had never seen Eddie like this. His frizzy curls falling out of the messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, tattoos on display, muscles in his arm flexing as he gripped your hair. Sure, he’d always thought he was a pretty good-looking guy, but now Gareth was beginning to wonder how he hadn’t thought about this before.

And the two of you together? Christ, you were a work of art. He wanted to frame this moment– capture it, bottle it, sear it into his brain so he’d remember every detail exactly as it was. The way the flesh of your thighs trembled with every movement, how Eddie’s sweat mixed with yours to make your skin glisten in the dim glow of the lamps, all of it made his body burn with need. Then Eddie was speaking again.

“God, you always feel so fucking good. My girl, made just f’me, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy,” You breathed out with a whimper. “Fuck, you’re s’deep.”

“I know, baby. I know,” He cooed sympathetically. “You c’n take it, though. Always do, don’t you?”

Gareth could see how your wetness further matted the dark hair around the base of Eddie’s length with every thrust, how the slick was just beginning to reach your thighs. Each moan you let out was more broken and drawn out than the last. That was until Eddie’s hand settled around your throat, urging you to lean back into him once more, and your moans turned to shaky, gasping whines. The ringed fingers of his other hand squeezed at your breast before mapping a path directly to your clit, circling it with practiced precision. With the way your stomach trembled in response, the boy didn’t think you’d last much longer. 

He almost thought he’d spoken his thoughts aloud when Eddie asked, “Aw, you gettin’ close already? C’n feel it, baby. Having an audience really working you up that much?” He grasped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Knew you were my little freak, sweetheart, but c’mon. You’re just as dirty as me and Gare.” Gareth himself felt guilty with how your face crumpled in shame, but Eddie only smirked as he kissed your temple and inched his hand lower to squeeze at the sides of your throat. “It’s okay, baby. You’re bein’ such a good girl for Daddy. So, so good f’me. Just need you to come for me now.”

Red lines and crescent-shaped indents littered his arms as you uselessly pleaded for exactly what he was already giving you. Your head fell to the side only for you to lock eyes with Gareth, though he didn’t seem to be in much better shape than you were. The pale sliver of his chest that was visible had turned the same vibrant red his cheeks had been all night. His hand, fisted tightly around his cock, was moving in time with Eddie’s thrusts as arousal all but dripped over his knuckles. The sight ripped another shuddering moan from you.

Darkness encroached on the edges of your vision as Eddie finally felt your walls spasm around him. Your nails bit into his skin so hard it nearly broke, but it only encouraged him to hold you tighter as you tensed in his arms. “Fuck yes, there it is. Feel so fuckin’ good when you’re comin’ around me, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” You cried, “Please. Come inside me, I need it.” 

Though he tried to hold it back, a ragged groan tore itself from Gareth’s throat. Spurts of come stained his shirt as he fought to keep his eyes on the scene before him, but he couldn’t help but let his head fall back against the seat. He’d never felt so good. His veins were thrumming with weed and whiskey, so much so that the room still spun when he closed his eyes. But the pleasure still throbbing dully through his body like an ache wasn’t from the booze or the joints. 

The blurriness cleared from his vision just in time to watch Eddie pull you in for a messy, desperate kiss. One hand cradled your jaw while the other clutched at your hip, pressing himself as deep inside of you as possible as he came. 

Quiet sighs and pants filled the room as the three of you collectively caught your breath. Gareth just watched as you both melted into one another. Eddie’s palms soothed over every inch of your skin he could reach, and he whispered one last crazy idea in your ear– one that was somehow even crazier than the idea that had brought you all to this moment. Though the suggestion made your eyes widen and your stomach tie itself in a knot, the way you clenched around him in response compelled you to agree.

Carefully pulling out he planted one last kiss on your shoulder, allowing you to lay back against the pillows as he fixed his sweats and turned to his friend who still seemed to be recovering. “How ‘bout you come ‘n help me clean her up, Gare?” 

The boy froze in his seat, length twitching where he’d tucked himself back into his unzipped jeans. “W-What?”

“Before I change my mind,” Eddie singsonged simply in return.

Limbs weak, he quickly stood from the desk chair, sending it knocking back into the desk. Hesitantly, his knee met the edge of the mattress and he looked between the two of you for reassurance.

“It’s okay, Gareth,” You murmured softly. “As long as you’re okay.”

“Did so good for us,” Eddie cooed in agreement. He stared as his drummer slowly knelt between his girlfriend’s spread thighs, fingers winding into the boy’s hair encouragingly. “Thought you deserved a little treat.”

Gareth’s heavy eyes fell shut when he finally had the taste of you– of both of you– on his tongue, lapping up your shared mess before sinking inside. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips and thighs as he mouthed urgently at your wetness. “Tastes so good,” He panted into your skin.

“What does?” Your boyfriend asked, giving his unruly locks a little tug. “Her come, or mine?”

He only moaned in answer, tongue laving over your abused clit.

It felt wrong, looking down and seeing someone else’s head between your legs, but it only made that coil in your stomach grow even tighter. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“Ah, ah, don’t be rude, baby. It’s not me this time. Let ‘im hear you say his name.”

A humiliated whine escaped you, as though admitting it aloud was more shameful than inviting him to do it in the first place. “Gareth,” You finally moaned out pitifully, your hand winding into his hair alongside Eddie’s. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Oh, he’d be fucking honored, babe,” Eddie chuckled smugly. Leaning over you, he left a slow, deep kiss on your lips before dipping lower to your breasts. His tongue teased at your nipple before his lips wrapped around it completely, calloused fingers finding the other. He only pulled back briefly to murmur, “Go on, sweetheart. Come for us.”

The feeling of two mouths, two sets of wandering hands, was overwhelming. Your thighs closed around Gareth’s head as your hands wound into both his hair and Eddie’s. He could feel your walls clench and your clit throb against his tongue and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He would’ve happily stayed there forever, drunkenly licking up every drop of tangy arousal that you released, but as your muscles began to twitch, Eddie gave one final pull to his hair that let him know his fun was over.

For a moment, it was quiet save for the low, bassy thrum of the music still playing. Then Eddie was up, grabbing a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweats and pressing them against Gareth’s chest for him to take. “You did good, Gare. Real good, alright?” He rubbed a hand over the boy’s shoulder comfortingly. “Go ahead to the bathroom ‘n get cleaned up, ‘kay? We’ll get you settled in for the night.” Cheeks warm from the praise, Gareth just nodded, heading for the hallway while you and Eddie finally got a second alone. Gazing down at you, he brushed your hair back from your face, trying to read every facet of your expression. “Are you okay? I didn’t push you too hard, did I? That wasn’t too much?”

“No, Eds, I’m okay. I liked it, it was good.” You nodded reassuringly. Still, he raised an eyebrow questioningly, holding out his pinkie which you locked yours with. “Promise,” You whispered. “Are you sure Gareth’s okay, though? Things won’t be weird with him from now on?”

“No, baby, I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry.” He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and grabbed you a bottle of water from the nightstand. “‘M gonna go make him a bed on the couch, alright? I’ll be right back.” You pouted out your lips for one last peck but let him go out to the living room while you gingerly got up to put clothes on.

Eddie was spreading a blanket over the couch when Gareth finally came out of the bathroom. On the table beside him sat a bag of chips, a bottle of water, and a couple of Tylenol. Sitting down, he patted the space to his left and asked, “You okay? I should’a talked to you both more before I dove into all that, I’m sorry.”

“No, please don’t apologize–” He took a much-needed drink of water and shook his head. “Trust me, I-I had…I had a great time. And I won’t make things weird, or like– tell anybody, I swear. I’m sure it’ll all be fuzzy in the morning anyway. Did you guys…?” 

“We had fun, man, don’t sweat it.”

“Oh, we definitely had fun,” You agreed as you joined them. You settled on Gareth’s other side, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Thanks for being so cool about everything, I don’t think we could’ve trusted the other guys with something like this.”

“Well, thank you for trusting me,” He answered gratefully. 

“My right-hand man,” Eddie reminded him as he stood, clapping a hand over his shoulder. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at the sentiment, but kept a good-natured smile as you leaned over to peck the boy’s cheek. “Get some sleep, alright? Sweet dreams, Gare.”

As if anything could be sweeter than the taste of the two of you still lingering on his tongue when he closed his eyes and drifted off.

part two

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[oneforthemunny]

Reader meeting mafia!eddies friends for the first time (Gareth, Jeff, max etc) fluff😁

a little bit of mafia!eddie fluff this fine morning <3

"Are you nervous?" Eddie looked over at you, hand sliding down the bare skin of your thigh, free hand on the wheel.

You fidgeted, fingers twisting nervously. You knew he could feel it, that he was trying to soothe you under his sweet touch, but it just made your chest tighten even more. "Yeah," You admitted, gnawing on your bottom lip.

Eddie grinned at you sweetly. "Don't be nervous, baby." He hummed, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. "You're gonna love them."

You let out a breathy, nervous giggle. "I'm not worried about liking them." You muttered. "I'm worried about them liking me."

Eddie shook his head. "They're gonna love you, baby." He said, a finality in his tone that had your heart swelling. "Trust me."

It was a big step- a huge step, really. Inviting you to meet his friends- his business partners. The most trusted people in his life. It was such a vulnerable step that it made your chest tighten.

Eddie kept his circle small, you'd give him that. Three people sitting at the back booth of the restaurant Eddie always took you to. The small room in the back that was always private and reserved for him.

Eddie nodded, curt but calm when he walked in, his hand finding the small of your back gently guiding you with him. He rubbed your back through the silk of your dress as he introduced you to each person. He knew it calmed you. After the countless nights you two had spent together, he'd learned that.

"Hi," You squeaked, tight and overwhelmed with nerves. You wanted to make a good impression, to have them like you.

Jeff smiled at you warmly. "We've heard a lot about you, you know?" A teasing, lightness to his tone.

"Really?" You lifted a brow, looking at Eddie carefully, taking the seat that he pulled out for you.

"Oh, yeah. You tamed the untamable." Jeff snickered lightly, shoulder nudging Max's in playfulness. "Of course we heard about you."

"Yeah, we wanted to meet you the second Eddie told us he had at date. A real date too," Max added, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Not with the hookers at the club that he usually-"

"-Alright." Eddie snapped, eyes cutting to hers in such a menacing way it had you shivering. Max only howled in laughter, her and Jeff falling into each other in giggles.

Eddie turned to you, and for the first time ever, you could see his cheeks pink with embarrassment that he tried to hide. "They weren't hookers." Eddie added, giving you a softened look. "I don't need to hire my hookups like some people here." He hissed, glaring at Jeff.

You shifted uncomfortably, giving a soft, nervous giggle. Your eyes met Gareth, across the table. He'd glared at you since you'd first walked in, giving nothing but a curt nod, lips snarled in near disgust at you. A look he still had now.

"Um," Your hands were clammy, wiping them gently under the table. "How long have you all known each other?"

"Since high school." Max said.

"Since Junior High, for me and Gare." Jeff nodded towards Gareth with a grin he didn't return. "We were all into Dungeons and Dragons. Used to play it growing up all the time in Gareth's mom's basement."

"Dungeons and Dragons?" You lifted a brow, a tiny smile on your lips when you turned to Eddie, his face flushing in heat. "I didn't know you liked that game."

"Oh, yeah," Jeff snorted lightly. "Eddie used to be our Dungeon Master in high school. Made a whole fuckin' club."

"Dungeon Master, huh?" You giggled, squeezing Eddie's knee playfully under the table. He didn't squirm, but he tensed under your teasing.

"Yeah," Eddie's voice cracked, swallowing to even it. "It's, uh, it's fun. You ever played?"

"No," You shook your head. "Never."

"Oh, it's so much fun." Jeff nodded. "We still play sometimes. Well, when we're free." He lifted a brow at Eddie's glare. "What? We do."

"You should play sometime." Max added. "I just started playing when I met them, but it's pretty entertaining. Or at least watching them lose their shit on each other is hilarious-"

"-So, where did you say you met Eddie?" Gareth's biting tone came from the other end of the table, silencing the playful conversation you'd been having.

You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably, his eyes glaring into you. "Uh, at my job." Your voice was shaky and unsure. "I-I work at the bank."

"But you're not from here?" Gareth's eyes narrowed.

"No," You shook your head. "I-I'm from-"

"-So, you end up in Hawkins, and immediately start dating Eddie?" Gareth's tone was suspect. The table was eerily quiet, Eddie tensing beside you.

"I-I didn't- I was roommates with Nancy in college, and I needed a job, so she, um, she got me a job at the bank with Joyce-" You were stammering nervously. You weren't sure why he frightened you so much. You knew Eddie knew everything about your home life, that he'd looked into you the second he saw you.

"-You don't think that's weird?" Gareth scoffed, looking over at Eddie.

Eddie's teeth grit. "No," He sneered. "I already looked into it. Me and Rick, Gareth, you fucking know that."

Gareth's eyes rolled over you unimpressed. "Besides," Eddie's hand fell on your under the table, squeezing it tightly. "I asked her out."

Max gasped lightly, brows shooting up in surprise. "No!' She gasped. "You didn't tell us that, Munson. Is that true?" She looked at you.

You nodded, swallowing your nerves. "Yeah," You forced a small smile, still shaken by Gareth. "He, uh, he came in and was kinda an asshole." You smirked at Eddie.

Max cackled, leaning across the table towards you. "No, I gotta hear this. Eddie won't talk about it, now I know why." She snickered. "Go on, tell me every fucking detail."

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

could you do Gareth smutty hcs where he realizes he really likes to see you in his clothes? the example that came to mind was like maybe where he asks you to keep his shirt on in the moment instead of off but really anything like this!! wherever inspo takes you 👀

thank you for requesting my love 🥰🥰

i love that no matter what, all of us agree that Gareth thinks you look much better in his clothes than with nothing on at all 😍

Gareth isn’t the type of guy who needs you to wear some cute frilly lacy lingerie every time you get intimate

When you do wear things like that, it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, but he knows you’re not always comfortable

Surprisingly enough, he can get ready to go in under 10 seconds just from seeing you walk out of the bathroom after doing your nighttime routine

You wont even plan for sex most of the time anymore, if the opportunity strikes, you’ll go at it like rabbits

And it took quite a while for you to realize exactly what gets him going

You’ll go into the bathroom and do your little nighttime routine

Shower, skincare, teeth and hair brushed, and just before you leave you’ll grab one of his slightly dirty shirts from off the floor and use it as a makeshift nightgown

The MOMENT he sees you exit that bathroom in his oversized shirt every other thought he had completely vanishes

You’ll be walking over to your bed, nothing but a pair of cotton panties and one of his old band shirts on, and you’ll giggle as soon as you see his face red as can be while he’s trying so hard to use the blanket to cover up the fact that he’s already rock hard

He’s a bit possessive so seeing you in his clothes while bouncing in his lap only makes him want to prolong it

Holding your hips and slowly guiding them up and down, watching the way your tits bounce beneath the shirts fabric, only moving the hem up slightly to watch himself fucking you

The only reason he’ll let you take it off is after you beg, just wanting to feel the skin on skin intimacy you crave

He’ll protest a moment, and then he remembers the way your body looks underneath it and he forgets all about it

tags: @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

[tbmunson]

Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader

Summary: You and Gareth get paired for the most important art project of the semester.

Warnings: Slow burn, idiots in love, caring for Gareth's sisters.

WC: 4,730

Notes: I'm in recovery for surgery, so updates will be slow. Shout out to @ashes-writing for being my absolute bestie and letting me bounce ideas.

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PART 1

“Okay, class, you’ll work as partners for your final project.” Mr. Greely the art teacher stated, earning a cheer from the class. “I wouldn’t cheer so fast. I paired you up myself. This project is to make art based on what you learn about your partner, hence the little questionnaire at your tables. It can be a painting, drawing, or sculpture. Any audio recordings or mixed tapes will be given a zero. This is art, not band.

You rolled your eyes, but not because you wouldn’t be working with Tiffany, the only other cheerleader in the class, but because there was a chance you’d have to work with one of the meatheaded basketball players. You didn’t really want to work with her either, but that was a whole other can of worms.

Mr. Greely droned on, only catching your attention when he said your name. “You’ll be working with Emerson.”

Your eyes widened, which caught the attention of a few of your classmates who began to giggle. The panic was not from the boy himself, rather the fear you would accidentally fall harder for him if you got to really know him. Your focus was disrupted by shuffling next to you as Gareth settled into the desk paired with yours. “Hi.” You said softly, meek almost.

Gareth assumed this was due to disdain for him, presented a bit more politely. He did hear the giggles after all. “What’s up?” Not a question, just a simple acknowledgement to your greeting.

You studied his side profile, debating the different art forms you could use to relay the puffy haired metalhead next to you.

“You have a month to complete this project. Oh, and, your partner will be grading you on how well they think you relay them to the world. That does have an effect on the overall grade, so get to know each other.” Mr. Greely finished as the bell rang.

“So, I don’t know if you’re busy tonight with it being Friday and all, but my house is free tonight if you want to come do the questionnaire.” You offered sweetly as you packed your notebook into your bag.

“I, uh, have to watch my sisters tonight, but, if you want to, I mean, you can come to my place.” His nerves were apparent, which made you smile.

“Yeah, I’ll find you at lunch and finalize the details.” You gripped the strap to your backpack and turned to meet Tiffany at the door.

She sputtered out a laugh as she glanced over her shoulder to Gareth. “You really got paired with the freak, huh?”

You couldn’t stop the eye roll. “Tiff, I’ve known him since forever. He’s a sweet guy. Just because he listens to different music and doesn’t dress the same doesn’t make him a freak.” You replied, trying to keep your tone level so as to not snap at the head of the cheerleading team.

“He plays a fucking fantasy game, babe. It’s weird.” She chirps back as if it was common knowledge.

“It’s an escape. Everyone has an escape. You totally zone out when you cheer. That’s your escape.” You’re fully annoyed now, but not showing it, which is hard due to the fact that she just laughs, mumbling a “Whatever.” under her breath.

You break off into your math class and sit next to Eddie Munson. “Hey, Eddie.” You say, catching his attention.

He peeks around you, looking around.

“What are you doing?” You ask, furrowing your brows.

“Wondering why Hawkins High’s very own princess is trying to talk to me. Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.” He responded with an amused look.

You can’t help the small smile that spreads at his antics. “I’m talking to you because I’m a nice person and I let you cheat off of me. It’s time to repay the favor.”

“Ooh, princess wants something from the freak. Enlighten me.” He taps the tips of his fingers together in a way that would mook maniacal if it weren’t Eddie.

You roll your eyes at the dramatics. “I have an art project and I need-”

“I will not model naked for you if that’s what you’re asking.” He had a very serious look on his face, which meant he was totally joking, something you’d come to know sitting next to him in three different classes.

You smacked his arm and furrowed your brow. “No. I need the inside scoop on Gareth. He’s my partner and I have to get to know him, like really get to know him for this project.”

Eddie nods, resting his chin in his hand. “Okay. I can help you with that. As long as I keep copying your homework and cheating off of your tests.” He smirked, a wide grin plastering his face.

“In all honesty, I didn’t even think about using that as a threat.” You giggled, reaching over and scribbling your number onto a page with a scratched out doodle in his notebook. “Call me tomorrow. I’ll be at Gareth’s tonight.”

“Oh yeah, date night.” Eddie replied kind of like an off hand comment.

“It’s not a date, Eddie.” Your eyes were wide again like they had been in art class.

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “I mean his parents. He has to watch his sisters. Although I may be reading into that reaction a little too much, but I think you-”

“Not another word or the copying does stop.” Your face was hard, begging him not to speak the words you already knew were true. You would like to go on a date with him, but this, getting to really know him as part of a project, it’ll work too. Better, you convince yourself. Better because there’s no pressure to actually like him and if you don’t, well at least you'll know and you can stop this pitiful pining over him.

“Yes, your highness.” Eddie bows as much as he can while sitting before the teacher begins class.

Two class periods later you were headed to lunch. Once you made it to the cafeteria you headed right for the Hellfire table, leaving a very confused Stephanie in the doorway. As you approached a group of freshmen were settled at the table. “Hi, does Gareth sit here?” You knew he did, but striking up a conversation would be better than just claiming a seat that didn’t belong to you.

The curly haired one looked up, surprised a cheerleader was talking to him. “I, uh, yeah.” he sputtered, earning a glare from the dark haired one.

“Dude, you can’t just tell people like-” He cuts himself off, looking up at you and wondering if you’d tear him a new one.

You laughed and leaned against the table. “I know. People like me have a bad rap, and usually for good reason. I have an art project with Gareth and we need to go over some details. No malice. No ill intent. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky, waiting for one of the group to make their move.

The smaller boy with a bowl cut reaches out, linking his pinky with yours. “He’ll be here in a few. He usually takes a smoke break before coming to lunch. That’s his seat,” He points to a chair on the edge of the opposite side of the table. “And Jeff isn’t here today, so the spot next to him is open if you want to sit.”

“Thank you.” You smile before rounding the table and sitting in the middle seat. “My name is Y/N, by the way.” You offer a hand over the table for any one of them to take.

The curly haired boy reaches over and shakes it, “I’m Dustin, this is Mike and Will.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys. So, how does Dungeons and Dragons work? I’ve never played but it seems interesting from what I’ve seen.” You can’t find it in yourself to regret the question as Dustin and Will go into an in depth explanation of the game. You were so drawn in that you didn’t notice Gareth walking up to the table, or the look of horror as the freshmen bombarded you with facts about a fantasy game, even if he loved that fantasy game more than most things.

“Alright you guys, I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear about DnD.” Gareth sighed as he sat, drawing the attention of the four of you.

You gave him a playful glare. “I asked, actually. It sounds like a lot of fun. Very creative.” You were smiling by the end.

Gareth nodded, unable to help the thought that you were only saying that to seem nice and use it against them later. He immediately felt bad because in all the years of classes together, you’d never been that way. “Okay, well, I’m sorry. You can continue, Dustin.”

“Actually, Dustin, as much as I want to hear the differences in characters, I really need to get some stuff settled with Gareth about this project. How about I come sit here on Monday and you and Will can finish telling me about it.” You offered, finding the kids incredibly charming and utterly adorable.

“Yeah!” Dustin replied, opening a book to keep track of what he’d filled you in on already.

Gareth chuckled and leaned over to whisper to you. “You really don’t have to let them torture you like this.” The way his voice rumbled in your ear mixed with the warmth of his breath cascading down your neck, you knew you were screwed.

“Gare, really, I want to know about it. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” You assured him, placing a hand on his forearm and giving it a small squeeze.

Gareth didn’t know what else to say, so he only offered a crooked smile instead.

“Good, it’s settled. Now to the main task at hand. What time do I need to come over?”

He shrugged and went over the schedule in his head. “I’m gonna do dinner at 5:30, give them a bath, and let them play. They’ll be out by 7:30.” He offered more as a question.

“Or, I can bring dinner from Benny’s around 6, help you give them a bath, and we can all watch a movie before they go to bed.” You twisted a curl around your finger as you waited for his response.

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, they’d like that.”

You slid your notebook and a pen in front of him. “Write down your order and I’ll be over by six.”

“Do you even know where I live?” He quirked a brow as he scribbled down an order.

“Gareth Emerson, I have lived down the street from you my whole life. Of course I know where you live.” You reached out and gently smacked his shoulder.

Gareth laughed and held a hand up in surrender. “I’m just making sure. I’d hate for you to get lost and leave me starving.” He jokes, sliding the notebook across the table with the order, along with his number. “See you tonight?”

“For sure, but you’re going to see me sitting here for the rest of lunch, if that’s okay with you.” You looked up at him through your lashes.

“It’s totally fine!” Dustin said, grabbing your attention. You’d almost forgotten about the freshmen sitting across from you.

You laughed and nodded, knowing he wanted to continue his spill about the different kinds of characters.

The end of the day came and you were headed out to your car when you were stopped by Tiffany. “What in the hell were you doing at that table of freaks during lunch?”

Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t let your anger show. “I had to come up with a plan for this project. Gareth is my partner. Art is the only class we have together and I’d like to get it started sooner rather than later.”

Tiffany scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Actually, I’ll be there Monday too, and probably a few times throughout the next couple of weeks. I’ll sit with you guys on game days so no one sees me in my uniform at their table, but this project is important to me. Art is important to me. You know I want to be an artist. If getting to know him is what it takes to make a kickass piece, then I’m doing it.” Your tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm, letting her know there would be no room for negotiation.

She didn’t say anything, just stomped away, which caught the attention of the older Hellfire members.

“I think she just stood up for us.” Grant said, eyebrows raised.

Gareth pressed his back against the brick wall and looked up at the tin of the sidewalk covers. “Fuck.” He shook his head as he breathed deeply.

“What, Emerson?” Eddie cocked a brow at Gareth’s pained expression.

“I don’t know. Like, this is going to be so hard. I’ve only been in love with her since kindergarten. Now she’s sitting at my lunch table, standing up for me and my friends, and she’s coming to my fucking house tonight. How am I supposed to do this?”

Eddie couldn’t help but to laugh at his friend's pained expression. “I usually don’t get in the middle of this crap, but, earlier I made a joke about it being date night. She got really defensive, and that’s fully a sign that she’s into you. Maybe just go for it?”

“You’re so full of shit, Munson. She’s just a nice person and didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” He replied, finally pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at practice. Gotta get home so my parents can head out.”

Eddie and Grant mumbled their goodbyes before making their way to Eddie’s van.

It was currently 5:50 and you’d just pulled into the Emerson’s driveway with a passenger seat full of food and shakes. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding before cutting the engine and getting out of the car. You’d barely made it to the passenger door when the glossy red door to the house flung open.

“Lori, get back here!” Gareth’s exhausted yell came as he chased her down the steps, not yet realizing you’d arrived. He scooped her up as she giggled.

“I was trying to see your friend!” Lori‘s giggles quickly turned into a whine when she realized her brother had no plans to put her feet back on the ground.

Gareth finally looked up, making eye contact with you as you rested your elbow on the roof of the car. “Hey, uh, sorry. One sec.” He finally returned Lori’s feet to the ground but made her look at him. “Go back inside. I’m going to help Y/N bring the food in and you can see her in there, okay?”

She pouted but nodded before walking slowly to the house.

“Someone’s got the dad voice down.” You smiled, bending to grab the bags as Gareth made his way over to you in a pair of grey sweat pants and a faded Metallica shirt.

“Yeah, well, someone had to be when my dad split a few years ago. Rick is nice though.” He replied, reaching to take the bags out of your hands.

You nodded, smiling as his skin brushed yours. “I think you’re doing a great job considering she actually listened.” You offered before bending back down to get the drink tray with the shakes.

Gareth planned on replying, but he was silenced by the sight of you bent over and the amount of leg coming out of the old practice cheer shorts you’d changed into. He watched you stand and bump the door with your hip to close it.

“C’mon Gare, shakes are melting.” You said, taking a few steps towards his house.

He nodded and followed wordlessly. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

As you and his sisters settled into the table Gareth apologized again that his sisters threw a fit to both sit next to you.

“They’re fine, Gareth. Tell your brother to stop worrying so much, Lori.”

“Yeah, stop worrying that much.” She sassed, making you laugh and Gareth roll his eyes.

“I don’t know how Clara expects me to help her with her food all the way over there.” He gave the youngest girl a look as if to say ‘didn’t think of that, did you’.

“I’ve got it. It’s just chicken and fries. She’s safe in my care.” You assured him as you opened the small styrofoam container to start tearing the strips into more manageable pieces for a two year old

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to.” He replied sincerely.

You sighed and turned to look at him. “Gareth, it’s okay to let people do stuff for you. If I minded I wouldn’t be doing it. Do you trust that?”

He was at a loss for words, only nodding in response.

“Good. Now eat your burger before it gets cold.” You instructed as you finished tearing the chicken. “One at a time, Clara. Don’t put another in your mouth until the first one is all gone, okay?”

The small girl with white curly hair and bright blue doe eyes nodded, reaching for a piece of her chicken.

You popped a fry into your mouth, fully ready to dive into your burger when there was a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Lori looking at you with a pout.

“Can you do my chicken too? Pretty please.” She looked like she was scared you would say no.

“Of course, baby doll! Let me see.” You pulled her plate over to you and started ripping the chicken into bits.

“Lori, you eat strips all the time.” Gareth stated after swallowing a bite of his burger.

“Gareth, eat your burger and let her be. She wants my attention and that’s okay.” You assured him, cutting your eyes over to look at him across the table without moving your head very much.

“But your food is going to get cold.” He urged as you took on the second strip.

“We’ll call it practice for being a real mom one day. Cold food, cold coffee, hot ice cream.”

“Ew! Hot ice cream!” Lori laughed as you pushed her plate back towards her.

You couldn’t help but join in. Her laugh is tinkly like a fairy, contagious.

“Okay, alright, I won’t say anything else.” He raised his hands in surrender before going back to his food.

The rest of the meal went by quietly, ending with you spooning the girls' shared shake into separate cups.

Once dessert was had, it was bath time, resulting in your cheer camp t-shirt getting soaking wet.

“I am so sorry. Let me get you a shirt.” Gareth was red from embarrassment.

You, however, were still smiling. “Okay, Gare. I’ll get them dried off and changed, then I’ll come find you about the shirt.”

He nodded and left the bathroom.

“Are you my brother’s girlfriend?” Lori asked once she was sure Gareth was gone.

You giggled a bit and shook your head as you pulled her nightgown over her head. “No, baby doll, I’m not. We go to school together. He’s my friend.”

She nodded and her face twisted in thought. “Will you be his girlfriend?”

You gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, I hope so one day.” You winked at her before turning to help Clara into her nightgown. “Why don’t you girls go down stairs to the couch while I go find Gareth and change, hm?”

Lori nodded and took Clara’s hand to lead her away.

You sighed and pushed yourself from the floor.

It didn’t take much to figure out which door belonged to Gareth. He had various band stickers and drawings on the door. You knocked twice.

“Come in!” He called as he snagged his favorite Motley Crue shirt from the hanger. It may or may not have been for a fantasy he had not too long ago.

You opened the door and stepped in. “Hey, I sent the girls downstairs to get settled. Just came to grab the shirt. It’s starting to get a little chilly.” You chuckled at the end, leaning against the wall.

“Okay, great. Um, you can change here if you want. I can go get the movie ready.”

You nodded and stepped further into the room. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll be down in just a second.” You said taking the worn material from his hands. Once the door clicked closed you pulled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra which was soaked through. You hoped the shirt would be big enough that the lack of bra wouldn’t be noticeable. What you didn’t think about though, was leaving the pile of damp clothes at the foot of the bed before walking out of the room and down stairs.

“Can I sit with you!” Lori yelled as she saw you finally descend the stairs.

“Of course, baby doll.” You smiled, glancing over at Gareth who managed to go a deep shade of red.

Maybe putting you into that shirt was one of his less than stellar ideas. His mind wandered back to the dream he had the other night of you, in the shirt, on top of him- He stopped his thoughts immediately before they became too much.

You settled next to him and let Lori climb into your lap as Gareth hit play on the Care Bears movie. You ran your fingers through the six year olds hair, eventually braiding it into a nice french braid before she fell asleep. You looked over to Clara who was dead asleep in Gareth’s lap.

He looked over at you and then up the stairs. “They won’t wake. They sleep pretty hard. Wanna take them up and get started?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled as you got a better grip on Lori. You followed Gareth up the stairs and pushed open Lori’s bedroom door. You laid her down gently in her princess bed sheets and covered her up before heading back to the hall to meet Gareth.

“You’re really good with them, you know.” He said, leading you back down the stairs and turning the light on.

“If I don’t go into art, I want to teach little ones.” You said, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“You could be the art teacher for the little ones.” Gareth offered. “Best of both worlds.”

“You’re so smart, you know that? That never crossed my mind.” You laughed a little, not believing you’d not thought of it before.

Gareth smiles as he bumped your shoulder. “Thanks. And when you do become an art teacher for little ones, make sure you credit me.” He winked before sitting on the floor at the coffee table.

You sat across from him, rolling your eyes at his joke. “I’ll put your name on the degree.” You said sarcastically as you pulled the questionnaire sheet from the spiral notebook.

Both of you took a second to look over the sheet before you spoke again.

“These are bullshit questions.” You said passively as you looked up from the bullet point asking ‘What is your partner’s favorite color.’

“Why do you say that?” He asked, putting his sheet down on the table.

You sighed and tapped your pen on your lip and you thought. “If I’m supposed to make an art piece based on you, what good is knowing your favorite food and color? I mean do I just draw a red cheeseburger? It’s so basic. Art is supposed to make you think. Make you feel something.” You emphasized before laying back on the floor.

Gareth laughed and scooted around to your side of the table to lay next to you. “You have a point, but how do you know my favorite color is red? I never told you.”

You turned your head to look at him rather than the ceiling. “I’ve lived 50 yards from you my whole life, we went to the same daycare, elementary, middle, and high school. Red is one of the few colors in your color palette. People don’t wear colors they don’t like.” You studied his face, taking in every freckle, every developing laugh line, every shade of blue and green in his eyes for the hundredth time, only this time you were much closer. It had much more of an effect on you.

“You’re very observant, you know.” His mouth ticked up into a lopsided smile as his eyes darted around your face.

“Which is you telling me that I’m right.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He laughed this time, making you smile. “You’re not as oblivious as you present yourself as. Why do you do that?” His brows furrowed as he questioned you.

You shrugged, debating your answer for a moment. “I do what I have to in order to make it where I want to go. You present yourself as a dark, twisty guy who doesn’t care about anything, yet you’ve got smile lines and you’re amazingly sweet with your sisters. Why do you do that?” You challenged with a playful smile.

“Self preservation. I’m a weird kid and if I come off as someone who’s easy to mess with, life would be a whole lot worse. So I keep myself far away from the people who don’t deserve to know me.” He explained, his eyes holding a look that you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could stop yourself you asked, “Do I deserve to know you?”

His eyes that held your gaze flickered down to your lips and back up. “Yeah. Do I deserve to know you?”

You nodded, unable to resist the urge to reach over and rest your hand on the side of his face.

The moment was quiet, intimate, and gone far too quickly as his mom and stepdad came into the house.

“Gareth, whose car is in the drive-“ his mothers voice cut off as she walked in on the innocent scene because she could feel the tension between her son and the girl laying on the floor.

You snatched your hand away quickly and looked at the woman in the doorway, praying she wouldn’t berate you for being there.

“Mom. Hey. I told you Y/N was coming by for the art project.” He was red, not from a blush but from panic. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears so loud he thought it must have been audible.

She nodded and smirked. “Alright, well, carry on then.” She turned and walked into the kitchen where her husband was digging around in the pantry. “They’re going to get married. I’m calling it now.”

“Gwen, you can’t be serious. You haven’t even spoken to the girl.” He turned to look at her before glancing through the doorway to see the girl in question gathering her things.

“A mother knows.” She patted his chest and gave him the look. The look that said you-know-I’m-right.

Gareth walked with you out the door and to your car. “I’ll see you on Monday. Be careful.” He opened your door for you and watched you get in.

“If I wreck going three houses down the street, I probably don’t need a license.” You joked as you looked up at him, taking in the way the moonlight bounced off of the high points of his face.

“Be careful.” His tone was a bit more authoritative than before, making your insides turn.

“I will be.” You promised before smirking. “Do you want me to call you when I get there so you know I got in okay?” You teased lightly, making him roll his eyes.

��Just for that, I sure do. If my phone’s not ringing in 5 minutes I’m coming down there.” He was smiling, laughing at the way you scrunched up your nose at him before sticking your tongue out.

“Maybe I won’t call then.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I guess you’ll find out.”

“I guess I will.” He winked and closed the door to your car before walking towards the door. He stood there, watching you back out of the driveway thinking about how easy it was with you. It was easy to be himself. He finally went inside to wait for your call.

[petersbaby]

I’m kinda fucked up rn, I’m posting this anyways because I know my Gareth girlies are out there and I love you guys

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

Warnings: Gareth is a virgin, boner talk, male masturbation, smut, first time sex, mutual pining, awkwardness, I don’t like talking about condoms they gross me out but I tried to use one for once

-

It was a small party of sorts at Steve’s house, and of course Eddie was going to be there because that’s his boyfriend.

Eddie tried to invite all the people from the club, so his friends can meet Steve and Steve’s friends, hoping everyone could kind of merge and coexist but you and Gareth were the only two to show up out of the group.

The rest were just a few of Steve and Eddie’s mutual friends, including Robin. Lately, Eddie’s been on your ass about a certain something and he sees it as some sort of sign that you and Gareth both came.

“It’s been way too long. Just go fucking tell him.” Eddie begs you.

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

“That you literally want to fuck him. Have you seen this dude? Zero chance he’ll reject you. He’s such a virgin he’d probably cream his pants just from you speaking to him.”

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

“That’s just it, I don’t wanna like… fucking corrupt him.”

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

“Yep.” He shrugs. “He wants you too, it’s so PAINFULLY obvious to everyone except you guys. We’re all tired of hearing about it.” He gestures to the rest of your shared friends.

“No, I- I don’t believe you. He doesn’t like me, that’s why I haven’t fucking said anything.” You whisper, now.

“Alright.” Eddie announces a little louder than he needs to be, and gets up. He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you.

“No, no, no. Eddie, stop, I’m so serious.”

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

You start to try and run the other way, away from this confrontational situation, but Eddie catches you.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like taking care of literal children. If you won’t say it, I will. Y/N, Gareth has a huge crush on you. Gareth, Y/N is practically obsessed with you, won’t shut up about how cute you are.”

You put your head in your hands.

“There, I said it, now be normal human beings.” He says, patting you both on the shoulder and walking away, leaving just the two of you standing near the kitchen while everyone else was in the living room, in another world.

“I’m sorry. About him, uh, yeah. I don’t know why he did that.” You say quietly, looking at the ground.

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a relief. I don’t think either of us were gonna say something.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

-

“Okay, so we’re locked in here.” You sigh.

“Yeah..” he agrees.

Eddie basically shoved you two into a hall closet, yelling about “seven minutes in heaven,” which was a stupid game thing you thought only middle schoolers did. You protested, but he was very insistent, and you gave up. He was just fucking with you two, being extra mischievous tonight for some reason.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him, right? You don’t need to do anything, you know, sexually. It’s perfectly fine to not want to.”

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“Don’t know. Nervous, I guess. Just really nervous.”

“Would it help if I made the first move?”

He nods.

You lean in quickly after that to press your lips against his. Even though he knew it was coming, it still shocked him, enough to jump a little a draw back.

“No? It’s okay.” You try to reassure him despite all the mixed signals you were getting from this boy.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

“You do it then. I know you can.” You smile.

This time he leans in, despite his anxiety screaming in his brain. It’s sweet, so sweet, and his lips are soft and gentle. You reach up to rest your hand on the side of his face, lightly rubbing your thumb against his cheek while you kiss him.

His hands find your waist and rest there while you try to let him lead so you don’t overwhelm him. But soon, he suddenly pushes you against the wall. Not too rough but not as gentle as he had been, but you liked it either way, draping your arms over his shoulders.

This was something you’d always wanted, to kiss him, and you never thought it would happen in a million years. You thought he probably thought of you as just one of the guys, but apparently he didn’t. He adored you, but he’d never say that to you out loud.

You make out with him to the point you almost can’t breathe but couldn’t bare breaking the kiss to get air. You fingers tangled in his soft, curly hair, accidentally pulling it a little forgetting that to some people that just hurts. He didn’t say anything, though, and you just continued running your fingers through his locks at the back of his head.

“Seven minutes are up!!” Eddie calls, walking towards the closet to free you.

“Shit, um..” Gareth looks down, which was a mistake because it made you look down too.

“Oh.”

He got a boner just from kissing you, but now that your time is up, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s not your fault.” He laughed a little.

“So, what’d you two get up to in here?” Eddie asks, after swinging the door open. Gareth moves quickly past him and into the bathroom as swiftly as he can.

“You can’t just put people in closets, Eddie.”

“I did, though, so yeah. I can. Please tell me you at least kissed.”

“That is SO none of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Finally.” He exclaims the last word. You walk back with him to where everyone was gathered in the living room and once you sat down, you started daydreaming about what Gareth’s doing in there. You know what he’s doing, realistically, but you couldn’t stop imagining it.

In the bathroom, he stands in front of the sink with his dick in his hand, desperately fucking his fist just needing to get this out of his system. Instead of having to see his reflection in the mirror in front of him, he shut his eyes and thought of you.

God, all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. But just then, the way you kissed him deep, the way your fingers tangled in and pulled on his hair, the way he had you up against the wall. He finishes quickly thanks to these thoughts and mental images, release spurting out into the sink and the last bit of it dripping onto his hand.

He tries to catch his breath, washing his hands and cleaning up his mess, then looked at himself. He fixed his hair to look as normal as possible, cooled off, and went back to join everyone.

“Where the hell have you been?” Steve asks, only just noticing the boy’s absence.

“I had to use the bathroom, okay?” He answers defensively.

“Okay, jeez.” Steve said, raising his hands.

Gareth finds that his previous seat had been taken, and looks around nervously. You lock eyes with him and pat the place beside you on the couch. He smiles shyly and comes to sit.

As you all watched the movie, and no one was paying attention, you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, scooting closer. You leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, and he smiled secretly.

He made you feel all warm and happy on the inside, just like the perfect boy. That night really solidified your feelings for him, and you hope it did to him too. You thought about him a lot. Were you on his mind too?

-

Well, maybe tonight you could find out. DND was done and a couple of people were going back to Eddie’s for some beers or whatever alcohol his uncle had around. It was a Friday, after all.

When you got dropped off, it looked like everyone was already there. That meant he was too. He didn’t have a car, so he had to have ridden with somebody. Why did you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of going into Eddie’s trailer? Since when is that a big deal?

You pushed it aside, the nervousness, and stepped in anyway.

“HEY, look who’s here. Thought you weren’t coming for a while there.” Eddie says.

“Sorry, I had to go home and change and everything, you know..”

“Alright, so… drinks. We’ve got two options. You ready?”

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

“Oh, god. Terrible. They’re both terrible. A beer, I guess.”

He laughs and gets you one. You head into the living room again where everyone is, taking a sip of the shitty and not very cold beer.

The couch is full so you take a seat on the floor, it looked like they were all passing a joint around. When it comes to you, you decline, giving it to the next person. The next person was Gareth, who also declined.

“You guys are total losers.” Eddie said, calling you out for not participating.

“I’m not a loser, I just don’t wanna be high.” Gareth says defensively.

“Yeah, me neither. Realistically, I don’t even want this beer. It’s gross, Eddie.”

“Well when none of us are 21 yet, you take what you can get.”

-

“I’m tired of sitting on the floor. Can me and Gare go hang out in your room?”

“Go have fun, you crazy kids. We’ll be in here, watching TV and talking VERY loudly.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, walking back to Eddie’s bedroom while Gareth follows and shuts the door behind him.

“Listen, I’m not trying to push anything on you. I didn’t want time alone to do that stuff, I just wanted to spend time with you.” You say, sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah, okay. I wanna spend time with you too.” He laughs. So cute.

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

You lay down together, becoming intertwined, resting your head on his chest. You stay that way for a while, you could’ve stayed that way forever.

“Hey,” he says after about 15 minutes, and you lift up, resting on your elbow.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

His lips come to meet yours and they melt together, and suddenly so do your bodies. They press against each other, radiating heat and warmth. He wants more, he wants more so bad, but he doesn’t want to push it and he also just doesn’t know how to ask. His hand is on your waist again, hovering slightly.

“Could I- would it be okay if-“ he starts.

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

“You can do literally whatever you want to me.” You assure him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Immediately hard as a rock, immediately entranced. It was true, in your defense, you liked him *so* much,

“I mean it.” You whisper.

His hand starts to move, ending up on your ass, squeezing tightly. It also pulled you impossibly closer to him, bodies pressed together. You put your hand on his face again, holding it sweetly but firmly while you kiss.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouths again, more familiar this time, and his hand moves up to squeeze one of your tits while the other arm props him up on his side. He needed more than this, he needed to feel your skin.

He slipped his hand into your sweater from the bottom, moving up until he felt your bare breast which he wasn’t fully expecting. He thought you were wearing something, anything underneath but you weren’t.

His cool fingers run over your hard nipples, making you gasp a bit, and so he goes farther and pinches one of them which makes you squeak in surprise. He just continued to feel your torso, hands running all over your stomach and chest and hips and tits.

You reached for the bottom hem of the sweater and pulled it off over your head, letting him be able to see what he’s doing, and his eyes grew wide as saucers. His eyes wandered shamelessly, curiously, all over, nearly burning a hole in you.

“You… you like them?” You ask, giggling a little bit. He was so beyond fascinated and you could see that.

“Yes, holy shit, yes.” He responds almost under his breath.

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

You take some of his soft locks in your hand and guide him down, wanting him to try sucking on or licking your nipples. He does, latching on quickly, expertly.

You start to melt now, holding onto his hair while you moan quietly. He climbs on top of you and brings his mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He gets the idea to move up to your neck, and starts kissing there.

This is where you totally fall apart, your weakness. Your noises encourage him to kiss your neck with more passion and fervor and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh.

You reach down to grab onto it, palm it, and he sucks a particularly harsh mark onto your neck in the sweet spot when you do. You’ll definitely have a bruise, but you don’t mind at all.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your shoulder, stopped for a moment.

“You okay?” You check in, pushing him up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Think I’m just… god, I’m nervous. That’s so embarrassing.”

“No, that’s okay.” You reassure. “What do you want?”

He burns red. He’s not gonna be able to say it out loud himself.

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I do too. But Gare, we can stop at any moment. Just tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” He breathes.

You reach down to untie the strings on the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them off your body, leaving you in pink panties in front of him.

You feel him staring again, at the sight of you anxiously squeezing your legs together and waiting for him to make the next move.

You were so turned on it was unbelievable, with him have not even touched you there yet. You were sure you were soaking. He fumbles with his button and zipper, looking behind him.

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

“Oh. Good.” He half-laughed, because that is indeed what he was checking for. He takes his pants off and climbs back on top of you, only in his t shirt and boxers now.

He slots himself between your legs after you happily spread them for him. You could feel his cock so much better now, rock solid and a really nice size. He ruts his hips up against you, only the barriers of your respective underwear blocking the way.

He buries his face between your shoulder and neck, kissing on it again, and his hard cock continually presses against your cunt. You accidentally moan, a moan too loud for the situation, but you just have to hope no one heard it because you couldn’t help it.

“Shh,” he soothes, covering your mouth with his.

“Sorry,” you whisper, into the kiss, smiling. You can feel him smiling too.

“Should- can- what should we…”

“It’s up to you, remember? Whatever you want, however you wanna do it.” You remind him, trying to give him some confidence.

“Right. Can I take these off, then?” He asks, slipping his finger into the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please do.”

You didn’t want to come off as desperate and impatient, but you were growing to be. It wasn’t his fault, though, you had to remind yourself he’s never done this before. He does, pulling the fabric down your legs and leaving you bare. Quickly after that, he pulls his own underwear off.

“I’m really wet, so whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“Oh, shit, okay. Wait, don’t we need a condom?”

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

You didn’t need one, being on birth control, but you wanted to do whatever made him more comfortable. He digs around in the nightstand and quickly finds some, taking one and putting it on.

“Okay.” He repeats, finally ready. You smile as if to tell him ‘go ahead’. You immediately learn that he isn’t familiar with easing into it, as he fills you up completely right away. This made you gasp, but luckily not too loud.

“Ohh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans.

“So good, you feel so good. Start moving, baby boy.”

That slipped out. That did slip out but he did not seem to mind the pet name at all, only listening to what you said and starting to thrust in and out.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, only letting whimpers and soft moans out every now and then. You looked him in the eyes longingly, even though he was right there, and you felt yourself starting to love him in that moment.

He lets his dominant hand roam up to your throat, only to rest there. Thinking. You nod, reading his mind, answering his silent question and he squeezes gently. Soft but intoxicating. He continues to choke you with his big hand wrapped around your neck and leans down to kiss you again.

He finds a rhythm he likes, and starts to fuck you with more confidence. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he still stretched you out and reached pretty deep inside.

Amazingly full of him, you still keep your noises quiet as much as you can. You couldn’t believe it, Gareth, you and Gareth were having sex. If the you from a month ago heard that, she would say “no fucking way.” But here you were. He wasn’t being super vocal, so you only hoped he felt good too. Damn, it would be nice to hear him though.

“Still okay?” You ask.

“The best.” He replies, and you smile.

He moves his hand from your throat back to fondling your breast, other one holding up his body weight over you.

He ends up getting quite aggressive while chasing his high, slamming into you quickly and filling the room with the sounds of sex. You think back to what Eddie said about watching TV and talking loudly and you stop worrying about that.

You were close, walls fluttering around him, but you knew you most likely wouldn’t get to finish. You’d just do it yourself later when you got home. The memory of this will be more than enough to masturbate to for a really long time, you think.

Coincidentally, he starts getting sloppy, thrusting haphazardly and clearly searching for something. Determined, he soon found it, cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom and let out a long string of curse words and groans when he came.

He once again leant forward, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. Neither of you wanted to move, and the pressure of him on top of you was so comforting, but eventually he had to.

-

Once all was done, you lay together, just as you had started out.

“Do you… like, actually like me?” He asks, head turning to you.

“No shit, Gareth. Yes, I like you.” You say sarcastically. You hope it didn’t come out mean. Thankfully it didn’t, because he laughed.

“So, you can totally tell me to fuck off if this is stupid, but… do you want to be together? You and me? Or is that stupid-“

You shut him up with a kiss, because he would’ve rambled on forever and you already had the answer.

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

“Oh, okay. Cool, cool.” He laughs, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. You melt into his arms, but you get interrupted when he suddenly realizes something.

“Oh, shit. I’m terrible.” He says, out of nowhere.

“You are not. Why?”

“You were supposed to… finish….too. You didn’t- I did something wrong.” He says, covering his face with his hands.

“I don’t care about that. It’s okay, I promise. If it bothers you that much, you can next time. I’ll help you.”

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

“Yeah? I just kinda assumed there’d be a next time..”

“Yes. No, you’re right, there will be. I just liked the sound of that.”

[pullingyourstrings]

No matter what you do, don't think about Gareth having a wet dream about you. Don't think about him waking up hard and slowly placing his hands inside his boxers because he just can't help it, flashes of you going through his mind as he chases his high. Don't think about him shamefully throwing his pajamas in the dirty laundry basket, wondering to himself why the fuck he did that. Don't think about him being so embarrassed and awkward afterwards he can barely look at you in the eyes, his face red to the tip of ears. Don't think about having to really annoy him into telling you what happened, just so then you can do it exactly like he described. Don't think about kissing him lazily, touching him so so softly, sweet little whimpers falling from his mouth as he stares at you like you hang the moon. Don't think about him holding it in as long as he can, waiting for you to let him come, because he just wants to be good for you so bad. Don't think about the sound he makes when he catches his release, thanking you for literally bringing his dream fantasies to reality.

[eiightysixbaby]

silver springs: part one

You Make Loving Fun

i never did believe in miracles, but i’ve a feeling it’s time to try

word count: 7.7k

pairing: rockstar!eddie x rockstar!fem!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend eddie’s band gets the offer of a lifetime, sending you on a spiral into international fame. this is everything the five of you have ever wanted - producing an album, going on tour. what could go wrong?

cw: 18+ ONLY. this chapter does contain SMUT - although brief, there are depictions of unprotected sex. i try to keep use of y/n to a minimum - reader’s nickname is dove/dovey and this will be used frequently throughout the fic. drug and alcohol mentions, reader and the band drink & get high, and i think that’s it, really. the rest of this chapter is pretty tame!

authors note: ah here it is! the first chapter of my 1970s band au! please remember that future chapters of this fic will contain some heavier subject matter (cheating, drug/alcohol abuse, detailed depictions of sex). if this bothers you, DO NOT READ. i’m very happy to finally put chapter one out into the world and i hope you all enjoy! listen to the series playlist here!

May 17th, 1972. Hawkins, Indiana

You and your bandmates sit sprawled across the furniture in Steve’s living room, bouncing around song ideas. Warm spring air wafts in through an open window, birdsong lilting softly in the trees outside. A clock ticks methodically from the wall by the front door. Robin dangles upside down off of a chair, taking a puff of a cigarette, her hair dangling to the floor.

“What?” She catches you staring at her, “I can focus better like this, I’m serious.”

You huff a laugh, writing and rewriting a lyric in your song book, then scratching it out altogether. She softly sings to herself, trying to will the lyrics to come to her.

“Sweet, wonderful youuu….. you are, no- you make… you make me…”

The four of you - you, Steve, Robin, and your drummer Gareth - had been sitting for what felt like hours. Trying, and ultimately failing to get some new songs brewing. Your fellow frontman and boyfriend, Eddie, was off doing god-knows-what. He wouldn’t tell you guys, just said he was gonna be showing up to Steve’s late. Steve mindlessly plucks at his bass, frowning as he starts to get the hang of a riff but then loses it.

The five of you started your band, The Rumors, about a year ago, had humble beginnings in Gareth’s garage - much to his neighbors’ dismay. You would spend hours upon hours toiling away in that garage, writing, rewriting, perfecting your songs. And really, there was a lot of talent there, even from the very beginning. You knew how to lift each other up, encourage one another to be better musicians, and it was a great dynamic to be coming up in. You’d been extremely fortunate in your close-knit hometown, being offered slots to perform at local bars, and word would get out and occasionally you’d travel to bars and clubs on the outskirts of Hawkins. Small crowds, and hardly any of them were paid gigs, but it sure as hell got word around.

As for you and Eddie, the two of you were high school sweethearts, formed a bond over your love of music and the rest was history. Two fools in love, you started writing songs together for fun, Eddie would play his acoustic as you would sing. His uncle Wayne picked up on the talent you two had, always saying things like ‘You kids should start a band or somethin’. Bet you’d make it real far.’ At first the two of you just brushed it off, figured he was just being nice. But after you’d both graduated, and neither of you had a clue what you wanted to do with your lives now, the thought of starting a band lingered, bounced around in your brain until you couldn’t think of anything else. It consumed Eddie’s thoughts as much as it consumed yours. He knew Gareth from middle school, knew he played drums and ended up pitching the idea to him - and he was on board immediately. You knew Steve, who was learning bass at the time, and your mutual friend Nancy was dating Robin, who was wicked good on the keys and had a stellar voice.

Everything fell into place just like that. Your group started practicing together, and became pretty much inseparable. You all really fell into a groove, taking on different roles in the band as you learned each other’s personalities. Robin was quick-witted and smart, always there to listen to your problems or offer advice, and man - she’s a chatterbox. She’s great at songwriting and always brings strong ideas to the table. She’s loyal to her loved ones, and she’s a huge softie when it comes to you guys, and especially Nancy. Steve is basically the mom of the band, yelling at Eddie when he shows up to practice late, giving Robin rides everywhere, keeping you all in line and making sure no one ends up dead on a night at the bars. He tends to come across as very serious - business oriented. All about the music and perfecting his craft. But when you get to know him, he’s a sweetheart. He just wants to make sure everything goes according to plan, is all. Gareth is the comedic relief, a phenomenal drummer, and he knows how to party. He’s kind, always welcoming, and all in all just happy to be here. He’s always willing to let Eddie bounce ideas off him, and you can count on him to give you his genuine opinions. Eddie is the showstopper, truly. He can be a little disorganized and scattered at times but he’s passionate about what he does. A social butterfly, a sweet-talker, excellent at getting his way. He’s also just downright pretty (but you were definitely biased). He’s determined and never lets a setback stop him. The perfect frontman, confident and loud. And as for you, you’re typically the peacekeeper, the sweet one. You have a soft heart, you love fiercely, trust willingly, and are willing to give your all for this band. You’re the other side of Eddie’s coin, and you’re happy to follow him on your shared dream.

You guys were in the process of trying to write an album, trying to get some bigger shows, get an ‘in’ with someone who had connections in the music scene. As frustrating as it could be at times, none of you were willing to give up. Eddie would always talk about how you guys were going to be the biggest rock band in the world someday, like it was a sure thing, and god how you all hoped he was right.

“Seriously, what should come after this line- ‘Sweet wonderful you, you make me…’ you make me what!?” Robin sighs dramatically, sitting upright and putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

“How about, ‘You make me happy with the things you do’?” you offer, lighting up when Robin’s eyes go wide.

“Yes! That’s it, oh my god. Thank you thank you,” she scribbles it in her notebook, humming the tune to herself.

“That’s going somewhere, Rob. Seriously, don’t give up on that one,” Steve encourages, moving to stand behind her chair and give her shoulders a squeeze.

Just as Robin’s about to throw more lyrics out, the front door swings open, and Eddie comes barreling in. He’s biting on his bottom lip, like he’s trying to hold his smile back from breaking free.

“Eddie… what’s that face? What’re you up to?” Gareth asks, narrowing his eyes at the other man.

“Oh, nothing…. just, y’know, got us a gig at The Corner in Indianapolis, where Scott Pierce may or may not be watching us play,” Eddie’s lips twist into a smirk as he talks.

The Corner was an insanely popular club in the city, plenty of bands playing there, getting their start. Scott Pierce was a huge name in the music industry, well-known manager for many different bands and artists and had as many connections as a small band from Hawkins could possibly ask for. How Eddie had pulled this off, you had no idea.

“What!? Eddie, are you fucking serious, man!?” Steve shouts, shaking Robin as he does, her head bobbling around slightly.

You and Gareth jump out of your seats, badgering Eddie for more context.

“I was just on the phone with someone at Scott’s office - I sent them that demo tape we made of Don’t Stop, they dug it - pulled some strings, got us a gig. He’s gonna attend and if he likes us, which he will of course, we could have a bigger offer in store. We could finally make an album!” Eddie’s beaming, his hands shaking with excitement.

The four of you rush to him, everyone hugging and cheering. Eddie picks you up and spins you around, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“This is it, baby. This could really be it for us,” he whispers to you, your foreheads pressed together.

You’re grateful Eddie’s holding onto you because your whole body feels like jello, your knees almost weak with excitement.

“Celebratory beer, anyone?” Steve asks, pulling a six-pack from the fridge.

You each take a bottle and cheers to ‘making an album’. Robin scurries off to ring Nancy, practically tripping over her feet on the way to the phone. You and the guys hover around the kitchen counter in content silence, just smiling at each other like idiots. This could really be the start of everything.

Robin enters the room once more after hanging up the phone, sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter and laughing to herself, spinning on the rotating seat.

“I just told Nance the news, oh my god, I hope I didn’t jinx our luck or something. This is like, totally a miracle and I usually don’t believe in miracles but maybe I should start,” Robin rambles nervously, all flailing hands as she talks. “Oh my god, wait! I’m gonna turn that into a line for my song…..” she trails off as she walks to the living room to grab her lyric book.

The rest of the group exchanges knowing glances at each other, because yeah, this certainly was a miracle - and you were going to take a chance on it.

May 24th, 1972. Indianapolis, Indiana.

It’s an unusually hot day for May in Indiana when the band pulls up to The Corner that Friday night, your skin prickling with sweat beneath your crochet top. You open the passenger door to Eddie’s vehicle, a burnt orange VW bus that he saved up for for years, the perfect size for carting around the whole band and your equipment. You step out onto the street, the hustle and bustle of the city whirring around you. Car horns honking, kids whizzing by on bicycles, music playing from somewhere you couldn’t detect. You were taking in the sights, looking up at the sign above the entrance to the club, where your band name sat in big black letters across the white board. Eddie sidled up beside you, snaking an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

“I can’t fucking believe it, Eds. That’s our band listed up there. I just… wow,” you shake your head, laughing giddily as you do.

“Believe it, baby. We’re movin’ up in the world,” he grins at you.

He presses a kiss to your lips before walking around to the back of the van, helping the others unload your gear. The group heads inside and you’re all instantly greeted by the owner of the establishment, a big burly man with a handlebar mustache.

“Ah! You must be The Rumors, am I right?” he asks, grinning widely at the bunch of you.

“Yep, that’s us, pleasure to meet you,” Steve stretches out a hand for him to shake, and the rest of you follow suit.

He introduces himself as Mitch before he shows you to the stage and tells you where the bathrooms are in case you need to spruce yourselves up before your set time later. He wishes you all luck and with that, he heads back to his post at the bar.

Time passes quickly as you work to set up the small stage, plugging in amps, tuning guitars, making sure you don’t trip over any cords in the process. Robin brought Nancy along with her so she could take photos of the gig tonight. Nancy had basically become the band’s personal photographer, taking photos at practices and every gig you’ve played so far, collecting tangible memories of your time together. It was sweet, really, and she loved having an excuse to follow Robin around. You and Eddie sing bits and pieces of a couple different songs to make sure the mics are sounding right, before the full band joins for a quick run-through of the five songs you’ll be playing this evening. It sounds great, you have to admit, but only time will tell if it’s good enough to get you an album deal.

Later that evening, you find yourself peeking out from behind the heavy velvet curtain, scanning the scattered tables on the floor. When your eyes land on none other than Scott Pierce, you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat. He sits at a table alone, talking to a thin blonde woman and sipping on a beer. Robin comes up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Is he out there?” She asks in a whisper, even though no one would be able to hear the two of you anyways.

“Yeah… yeah he is. Are you ready for this?” you glance over your shoulder at her, eyeing her nervously.

“Honestly, I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been. But I’m also excited. Optimistic. This is our moment,” she smiles warmly at you and you can’t help but ease up. “All we gotta do is play our little hearts out like it doesn’t matter who’s watching.”

“You’re right. This is our moment. Let’s fucking do this,” you grin back, squeezing her in a tight hug.

The rest of the band is bustling in the small backstage area, Steve fixing his hair in a handheld mirror he brought, Gareth asking Eddie for his opinion on which shirt he should wear tonight (and Eddie getting incredibly frustrated because ‘it’s the same fucking shirt man, that one’s just a slightly lighter denim’). And he’s right, Gareth is holding up two almost identical denim button ups, one being a slightly lighter wash than the other - barely noticeable at a glance.

“Fifteen minutes till we’re on, guys, let’s get the show on the road,” you say as you head to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

You look at yourself in the mirror, pleased with your appearance. You wear an off-white long sleeve top that stops just above your belly button, exposing some skin but not too much, and the sleeves billow out at your wrists. An olive green suede skirt embroidered with flowers rests on your hips, and on your feet you wear short white boots with a chunky heel. Gold hoop earrings rest in your ears and a few different necklaces dangle low on your chest. You smudge some black eyeliner around your eyes and apply a generous layer of mascara to your lashes. Satisfied with the look, you ruffle your hair and put the makeup back in your bag. You take a deep breath in, grounding yourself, hyping yourself up for what you’re about to do.

You step out of the bathroom and run into Eddie, looking gorgeous in his dark denim bell bottoms and a red button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, exposing his pale chest and the gold chain he wears around his neck.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he smiles at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you in to kiss you all over.

“Hi handsome, you ready to play?” you smile back, cupping his face in your hands.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, sweets. Let’s rock n roll,” and with that, he’s pulling you backstage, eager and buzzing to start the show.

You hear Mitch speaking into the microphone on the stage, greeting everyone that’s gathered and thanking them for bringing business in. He keeps his speech short before announcing that there’d be a live band playing this evening for everyone.

“Ladies and gents, let’s give a warm welcome to The Rumors!” he steps off the stage, clapping with the rest of the club’s patrons.

And with that, you’re walking out onto the tiny stage, staring out at the startlingly large crowd packed in such a small space. Your eyes fall on Scott in the crowd once again, and this time his eyes meet yours. You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Everyone positions themselves accordingly on stage, and you all exchange glances, giving one another encouraging nods and smiles. Nancy sits close to the stage with her camera and gives you all a thumbs up. The lights over the floor dim, focusing all of the attention on the five twenty-something year olds that stand eager behind their instruments and microphones.

There’s a moment of silence, and then Robin’s starting the show off on the keys. The first song of the night is Don’t Stop. You all deemed that to be the appropriate first track seeing as that was the song Eddie sent over to Scott’s office. Eddie sings the first lines into the microphone, taking charge like a natural. He’s always been like this, always had a knack for commanding attention onto him, enthralling an entire room with his energy. It’s no different when he’s on stage - in fact it’s even more powerful. Robin and Eddie sing together on this song, you don’t have any vocals on this one, so you flounce around on stage with your tambourine, grooving to the beat and letting the music flow through you.

You don’t realize it, but you captivate the audience just as much as Eddie does, if not more. Strikingly beautiful up on the stage as you dance around, the lights making your jewelry sparkle. Eddie watches the way you move, loves seeing you in your element like this. He hopes he’ll get to see you up on stage every night, selling out stadiums together.

By the end of the first song you feel your nerves washing away, your body freeing up gradually and letting you just flow. Next song up is an upbeat, folky little number that Eddie wrote, titled Second Hand News. Once again, you aren’t supposed to sing on this one, but you end up walking over to Eddie’s mic and singing harmony on the chorus with him. If anyone thought you two were captivating on your own, your energy together is electric, so much power behind both of your voices combined. Scott notes this as he watches you from the audience, can’t tear his eyes away from you and Eddie. You have something special, and he can tell.

Finally, as the third song starts, it’s your time to sing. You’ve been working on a song, Rhiannon, and you don’t feel like it’s quite complete but the rough version works for now. It’s slower than the first two numbers, your voice crooning into the microphone as you sing of the fictional woman you’ve dreamed up in your head. You’re expressive while you sing, arms extending and moving freely, the fabric of your shirt sleeves draping down and flowing with every movement. The band does minimal backing vocals in the chorus, but otherwise this song is your moment. Eddie watches you absolutely awestruck, and he swears the crowd has collectively leaned forward, craning to hear every word that leaves your lips.

The final two songs are covers, and when your set is over the audience claps and cheers, a much more rowdy applause than you expected. Eddie thanks everyone for listening tonight and the five of you take a big bow, arm in arm, before exiting the stage. Backstage, everyone is chatting excitedly, congratulating each other on a job well done. Eddie’s standing behind you, long arms wrapped around you as you blush at Robin’s praise over your Rhiannon performance. The chatter stops when Mitch comes to the back, bringing Scott Pierce with him.

“Well, you guys had one hell of a show tonight,” Scott says, way friendlier than you expected him to be.

“Mr. Pierce, thank you so much for coming tonight. I’m Eddie, this is Y/N, Steve, Robin, and Gareth,” Eddie introduces each of you, and Scott greets you all warmly.

“It’s my pleasure, really. I’m very pleasantly surprised by the talent you guys have, that was some serious stuff up there,” he praises you, and you catch Steve’s eye as he grins at you from over Scott’s shoulder, mouthing ‘He likes us!’.

“That means so much to us, really,” you reply. “We love making music, it’s a dream to be here tonight.”

“I can tell you all have a lot of passion for this band. Eddie, you were the one who spoke with Linda at my office, right? What do you say we chit chat for a little, privately?” Eddie nods, motioning for Scott to lead the way to a table.

He turns around and gives you all a quick thumbs up, and the rest of you all jump around like hyper children. The time that Eddie’s gone feels like an eternity, and you’re waiting with baited breath to hear what Scott pitched to your boyfriend. What if it’s not the offer you want? You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t gotten your hopes up, dreaming of releasing an album and going on tour, playing sold out shows with your best friends every single night since Eddie told you all that he got you a gig. Not hearing what you want from Scott would feel like a punch to the gut.

“Relax darlin’, you look all tense over here,” Gareth places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a lopsided smile. “We’re gonna be fine, he really liked us.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before the curtain is ripped open and Eddie is running over to you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Guess who’s making a fucking record!?” he hollers, setting you down and holding your hands in his.

“No way, Eddie! No way, are you serious?” you’re yelling back at him, Gareth, Steve, Robin, and now Nancy all gathering around you.

“We’re making an album! He fucking loved us, we got an offer to start recording at Sound City in California, a meeting with a big label. If all goes well, we’ll be touring, topping the fucking charts,” Eddie is beaming, talking a mile a minute.

The room fills with a chorus of excited cheering and shouting, the whole bunch of you having a group hug. You feel your eyes well up with happy tears as you look around at your friends, all smiles. Robin pulls Nancy into a kiss, Eddie ruffles Gareth’s hair, and you’re hugging Steve tight, probably staining his shirt with your watery eyes.

After you’ve all thanked Scott profusely and made loose plans to be in California within the next few weeks, the band packs up their gear and you all hit the road back to Hawkins. The energy in the van is different on the ride home, all of you singing loudly along to whatever comes on the radio, each of you dreaming up the wildest ideas of superstardom.

Later that night, back at home, you’re in bed with Eddie. Riding him slowly, holding a joint to your lips as you take a hit before passing it back to him. A window is open, night air warm with the promise of the approaching summer as it wafts in through the screen. Eddie hums blissfully beneath you, dark curls sprawled across the pillow under his head. You love intimate moments like this with Eddie, but as much as you want to focus on him right now, your mind wanders. He catches this, unsurprisingly. He can always sense a shift in your mood.

“What’s on that mind of yours, dove?” he asks, putting the joint in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“I dunno…. it’s silly,” you sigh, not meeting his gaze as those big brown eyes stare up at you.

“Baby, nothing is silly if it’s bothering you. Talk to me,” he coos, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You stop the slow rocking of your hips and tilt your cheek into his touch. “I’m just…. scared, Ed. I’m so happy we got this offer, it’s everything you and I have wanted since high school. But - I don’t know,” you stop yourself, chewing on your lip. Eddie rubs his thumb along your cheek, silently encouraging you to keep talking. “What if this changes everything, babe? What if fame is too much for us, what if it destroys us… comes between us….” you trail off, eyes searching his for an answer.

“My little dove, nothing is going to come between us,” Eddie says, voice soft but serious. “I love you more than words - you’re my world, baby, and I’m so excited to do all of these big things with you by my side,” his hands run up and down the sides of your body, relaxing you. “This is a big change for us, moving out to the West Coast, starting a new life. But I’ll be with you every step of the way. I love you so much.”

You giggle, leaning down to kiss him as he beckons you with a curling finger. His words always have a way of soothing you, his voice sweet like honey as it coaxes you out of your anxious headspace.

“I love you, too. I really can’t wait to have this life with you, Eddie.”

The next couple hours are spent with you two tangled up between the sheets, Eddie making passionate love to you, as you come undone again and again for him. You reassure yourself that while taking the next step into fame might be intimidating, you’ve got Eddie, and your best friends, and you’re gonna be fine.

June 18th, 1972. Los Angeles, California.

The band has arrived on the West Coast. The last couple weeks since your show at The Corner were full of packing your essential belongings, spending time with friends and family as much as possible before you left, writing snippets of songs together here and there so you have something to work off of when it’s time to start recording. The day your road trip to California started, you were misty-eyed saying goodbye to your loved ones. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne even shed a few tears himself, which never happens, and he laughed as Eddie teased him about it - “You getting soft on me, old man?”.

As the five of you drove out of Hawkins, you looked out the back window of the vehicle, saying a silent ‘thank you’ to the town that gave you your start - the town that brought your band together. A bittersweet feeling coursed through you as you cruised past the sign that read ‘Leaving Hawkins. Come Back Soon!’.

The trip to LA didn’t feel as long as it really was, Eddie and Steve taking turns driving the van as you, Robin, and Gareth played cards in the back to pass time, or sang obnoxiously to the radio. Some nights the rumble of the van’s tires on pavement lulled you to sleep as the drive continued on through the darkness. Sometimes you’d take the passenger seat and stay up late with Eddie as he drove under the glow of streetlights. Other nights were filled with the squeaky mattresses and peeling wallpaper of rundown motels that would house you when the task of driving overnight seemed impossible, the electric glow of vacancy signs flashing softly in through the window as you slept in Eddie’s arms, dreaming of world tours and screaming fans.

You documented bits of every single day in your journal, finding comfort in writing things down, your thoughts and feelings throughout the process of a drastic lifestyle change. Robin made sure to pick up various postcards from rest stops along the way to send to Nancy, who wouldn’t be joining you guys in Cali for another 2 weeks. Many quarters were used on payphone calls, each of you calling one person or another back home to let them know how things were going, what state you were in now, and so on. You made sure to take photos whenever you could on your disposable camera - catching Robin and Steve at a rest stop in Nevada, frozen in ridiculous poses as they stretched their sore limbs. There’s one of Gareth asleep in the back of the van, with a mustache drawn on his face in marker - courtesy of Eddie, of course. One taken by Steve of Eddie giving you a piggyback ride through a gas station parking lot, you laughing wildly. All in all, you had a blast on your road trip, as tiring as it was at times. You knew it was leading you to bigger and better things, and that made it more than worth it.

When you arrive to Los Angeles at long last, the evening glow washing over the landscape, Steve pulls the van into the gravelly driveway of the house you guys were renting for the time being, nestled in Laurel Canyon. There was plenty of unpacking to be done, and a meeting with Scott and some producers and label executives at Sound City tomorrow. But before any of it, you needed to sleep in a real bed. You claim a room to serve as yours and Eddie’s, and immediately flop yourself down on the soft mattress. Before long you feel Eddie climb in beside you as you drift to sleep, his long arm wrapping around your waist, and his soft breathing lulling you into peaceful slumber.

The following morning, the house is off the walls with energy. Everyone is excited and also nervous to get the show on the road, eager to start recording some songs. You all scramble to get ready, making yourselves presentable and each downing enough coffee to kill a horse. You have to practically drag Eddie out of the bathroom when it’s time to leave, insisting that yes his hair looked good and yes you liked his outfit and you had to go like right now or you were going to be late and make a horrible impression. Tires peel out of the driveway after loading everyone into the vehicle, and you watch out the windows as you drive down roads unfamiliar to you. You gaze up at the palm trees and white puffy clouds, smiling and waving at people on street corners who caught your eye. The whole city seemed to welcome you, opening up before you and inviting you in.

When you pull into the studio parking lot, you notice Scott waiting by the door, smiling warmly at you all. He shakes everyone’s hands in greeting as he welcomes you to LA, asking about your drive out and making pleasant conversation. He leads you in through the large doors and into the lobby, where a handful of presumably important people are waiting for you, dressed in suits and polished dress shoes. You suddenly feel out of place, standing there in your crochet halter top and a pair of denim shorts, flimsy ankle boots on your feet. No one seems to pay any mind, though, and you’re greeted brightly by all of the new faces. Scott introduces all of them, and wastes no time delving into the business aspect of it all. A couple hours go by answering questions about what your band is looking for, what direction you’d like to head in, going over potential contract info, so on and so forth.

By early afternoon you’re officially signed to a label, set to release an album and go on tour for it. It all felt so surreal, your head spinning as you’d signed your name to the contract, sloping cursive letters beneath finely printed details. The label representatives had asked if you had any songs that were ready to record as single material, wanting to get your band name out there as soon as possible. You’d all agreed that Don’t Stop made the most sense to release as the first single, given that it was really the song that got you here in the first place. It was upbeat and catchy, got stuck in your head, and it wasn’t too long but wasn’t too short. You’d agreed to record it that very day and, if you got a good take, you’d send it off to the label. In the meantime, Scott informed you he’d gotten you some gigs on the Sunset Strip and other nearby sites, playing the Whiskey a Go-Go, the Troubadour, the hot spots. He thought it would be a great way to spread the word about you guys before your first single hit the radio, to really get the anticipation brewing.

Things were a whirlwind after that.

Nancy joined you guys in California, dead set on working as the band’s official photographer, unwilling to let some pompous Hollywood asshole take her place. You began playing the gigs Scott had lined up for you as promised, gathering genuinely large crowds - at least large in your eyes - and by the end of July, Don’t Stop was released as The Rumors’ first single. Everywhere you went, you’d find yourself catching your song on the radio. Your boyfriend’s voice, playing over the speakers of local diners, grocery stores, blasting from the speakers of convertibles that drove down the city streets. It performed well, for a debut single from a previously never-heard-of band. People enjoyed it, they wanted more. The summer was filled with song writing, meetings with more and more important people who’d be working on your team, interviews with magazines and newspapers. And, notably, from the very beginning people took an interest in you and Eddie’s relationship. They thought it was sweet that you two were living out your shared dream, saw potential for the romance to bring good lyrical content.

The album was set to be completed and released by the end of the year, which meant many long nights writing and recording and re-recording. You had a decent track list planned out, an album of ten songs, perfect for a debut record. Don’t Stop would, of course, be on there. Robin’s You Make Loving Fun and your Rhiannon, which you’d been working hard to get polished to your liking. Second Hand News, and a new song Steve wrote for Robin to sing, called Say You Love Me. You and Eddie wrote a sweet duet titled Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around, an angsty love song that you knew would get crowds riled up as you sang it to each other. Monday Morning, I’m so Afraid, and Landslide would join the rest, the latter being written by you after having a sentimental late night talk with Robin, thinking about change and how scary growing up can be, much inspired by your recent lifestyle change, of course. Everywhere was the last song added to the track list, ultimately pushing some others off the table for the time being. You and Robin wrote Everywhere together, very much with your respective partners in mind, the lyric ‘I wanna be with you everywhere’ serving as an ode to your devotion to travel anywhere work takes you with Eddie, and Nancy’s willingness to follow Robin.

Eddie’s favorite nights were the ones where you and him stayed up practicing your songs, trying to record the perfect take even if it meant being in the studio till four in the morning. You’d share cheap wine and get high, roaming hands and stolen kisses on exposed skin eventually leading the two of you to get in the bus and go home, stumbling into bed and immersing yourselves in one another. One particular night found you bent over the arm of the couch in the studio, Eddie’s fingers sinking into the skin of your hips as he drove into you from behind. He was so eager to have you he couldn’t even wait until he got you home. He had you right where he wanted you, listening to your pretty noises as he watched his cock sink into you.

“Mmph, Eddie, what if someone comes in here?” you ask, voice staggered as your body lurched with every thrust he gave you.

“It’s late at night, baby, no one’s gonna walk in. Everyone else is probably out at the bars,” he reassures you, leaning down to press kisses up your spine. “Love having you like this, little dove, pussy’s so greedy for me.”

You babble incoherently for him as he works you to climax, pulling out of you after he’d filled you with his spend. You redressed your bottom half, adjusting your skirt as you sat down on the worn fabric of the couch, Eddie’s cum dripping down onto it.

“Christ, babe, I’m gonna get hard every time we walk in here now,” Eddie murmured, stealing a kiss from you as you tried to get back to work.

You ended up writing a song that night, inspiration striking you randomly. You titled it Leather and Lace, a love song very much inspired by the man that had you head over heels for him. You sang it to Eddie softly in the dim light of your bedroom after arriving back home that night, and he ended up adding another verse, making it into a duet. And for now, it stayed just between the two of you, a private declaration of the love between both of you.

When you guys weren’t in the studio or busy with other band tasks, you were indulging in the California night scene, going to bars and dancing at clubs. You’d often drink till the room was spinning and your skin was tingling, laughing with Eddie at every little thing, just to barely remember the evening’s events the following morning.

Come September, your label was pushing to release a second single, leaving it up to the five of you to decide which song you wanted to push through. You knew that everyone else wanted Rhiannon as the next single, but you were admittedly nervous to put the song out into the world as a stand-alone. That song is one you regarded as being your baby, and so you sit chewing on your fingernails as the rest of your band tries to persuade you that this is the song.

“Come on, Dove. It’s a great song, and you know it,” Gareth says, sitting across from you with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to try and level with you.

“The world needs to hear that beautiful voice of yours before this album comes out,” Robin chimes in. “What’re you afraid of, love?”

“I just- I love this song,” you say. “And I know that the whole ‘being famous’ thing is going to invite criticism, and negative opinions, and all of it. But I just don’t know if I’m ready to deal with hearing slander for this song if people don’t end up liking it,” you lean into Eddie who’s sat beside you, his big hand rubbing your arm reassuringly.

“They’re gonna love it, baby, because you’re phenomenal in everything you do,” he encourages. “You know I’ve been saying since the day you wrote it that I just have a feeling this song will be pivotal for us,” and the rest of the group nods in agreement.

You ponder this, chewing your lip and picking at the frayed edges of your denim shorts.

“Fine. Rhiannon it is.”

It turns out that Eddie was right, and Rhiannon performed insanely well, coming out at #10 on the charts. People at your gigs on The Strip had heard this song performed, and had clearly been eagerly awaiting its hopeful release. Naturally, Eddie wouldn’t let you live it down. You’re sitting in the kitchen a few days after the song’s release, eating breakfast when Eddie comes barreling in. He immediately turns on the radio with clumsy fingers as he pops a piece of bread into the toaster. Sure enough, Rhiannon was playing on the station, and Eddie starts singing along.

“Gee, I wonder who sings this song?” he asks around a mouthful of banana.

You look over at him and roll your eyes, chuckling at how he’s dancing across the floor.

“Man, I sure would love to be the guy who gets to sleep next to her every night, she’s got the voice of an angel,” he swoons dramatically, making you laugh even further when he accidentally drops his banana.

“Whoops,” he shrugs, taking his toast out of the toaster and applying an obscene amount of chunky peanut butter on it, before sitting across from you at the table.

He grabs your hand as the song finishes, squeezing it as if to say ‘I’m so proud of you’. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s always been your number one supporter, it’s no surprise he’s acting this way now.

The song was big then and it only got bigger, people couldn’t get enough. In the coming weeks it was played even more frequently and in even more places than Don’t Stop had been. People started recognizing the band out in public, specifically you and Eddie, and you got to sign your first autographs to some giddy girls who stopped you outside of a record shop.

To say the months after that were a blur is an understatement, the five of you being whipped into newfound fame faster than you could comprehend. Your album, simply titled with your band name, was released in November. It was performing extremely well, Rhiannon really being the catalyst that made people excited to hear more from you. Talks of tour were near constant, deciding on dates, cities, the setlist. It was set to begin in March, rehearsals set to start in January. Ultimately, you all decided it made the most sense to play the entire album on tour, given that it was only ten songs. You’d throw in a few covers for good measure, ones that really showcased the flare you guys could bring to music.

The world was loving The Rumors, and you guys were absolutely enjoying the fame. It seemed as though everywhere you went now, somebody wanted your autograph, or simply came up to say they love the record. The five of you adjusted to your new lives slowly yet rather confidently, letting your hard work be praised by the masses. It felt good to finally be more than a band playing bars with a crowd of ten drunk patrons, and you’d tell that to any interviewer who would listen. As exciting as it all was, you were looking forward to having a little bit of a break before the chaos of tour and rehearsals would begin. Scott had told you guys to take a couple of weeks off for the holidays, insisting that you all absolutely deserved to relax. The band would pick back up in the new year, but for now, you could spend some time laying low.

December 20th, 1972. Hawkins, Indiana.

You and Eddie had flown back home to Hawkins to celebrate Christmas. You were eager to snuggle into the coziness of home, enjoy the snow and the colorful lights and the nostalgia of the season. Steve and Gareth had stayed in California, Steve not really having a reason to come home what with his parents always being gone, and Gareth having invited his family out to the West Coast for a warm and sunny holiday. Robin and Nancy were coming back to Hawkins as well, but a couple days after your and Eddie’s arrival. You step out of the rental car Eddie had snagged for your time at home, the cold chill of the air whipping your face. You wrap your coat tighter around your frame, realizing just how accustomed you’d grown to the warm and sunny California weather. Eddie walks around to the back of the car, his thick jacket lined with Sherpa keeping him insulated as he grabs your suitcases from the trunk. His nose is red from the chill of the air as he quickly walks the suitcases up to the front door of your family home, where your parents and Wayne should be waiting on your arrival. The front door opens before you can even grab the doorknob, your dad welcoming you into the warmth of your home.

“There’s our favorite rockstars!” he jokes, making you roll your eyes as you hug him in greeting.

Your mom rushes to the door, pulling you into a hug and then Eddie after the suitcases are handed off to your dad. Wayne gives you one of his signature tight hugs and a kiss on the side of your head, just like he always used to, before pulling Eddie into a bear hug that seems to last minutes. You head up to your old room once the greetings are over, and you find yourself overwhelmed with nostalgia. You hadn’t even been in California a year, and yet coming home felt like something you’d hadn’t done in decades. You squeeze the teddy bear that sits on your bed, your childhood friend that you’d ultimately decided to leave here during the move. You inhale the scent of home within the bear, your body feeling warm and you can’t help but smile.

“You okay, Dove?” Eddie asks, stepping into your room and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Yeah. Just happy to be home,” you smile, tilting your head back to look up at him.

He gives you an understanding smile back. It’s good to be home.

Not much has changed in the sleepy town of Hawkins, other than the fact that posters of your band are plastered just about everywhere. Your town has always had your back, so it’s no surprise they’re proudly showing off and saying ‘Hey, look! We’re that town where The Rumors are from!’. You even run into some girls from high school, begging for autographs from you and Eddie. Eddie doesn’t even give them the time of day before he’s pulling you away just as you’d uncapped your marker, mumbling something about ‘they hated me in high school, what do they deserve an autograph for?’.

The holidays come and go quite quickly, Christmas being spent wrapped in Eddie’s arms in cozy matching sweaters, singing carols for family while Eddie played his acoustic. The new year rolled in with Eddie pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, the taste of sweet wine on his tongue, and whispered promises of making this year a fantastic one. Being back at home made you feel comfortably small again, a stark contrast to the ever growing spotlight that’s been placed on you in California. Of course, you’re over the moon to be getting such success, but being surrounded with family in your childhood home brings you a different kind of peace. You’re inevitably teary when it comes time for you and Eddie to fly back to LA, hugging your parents and Wayne goodbye, sniffling into a tissue. You hold Eddie’s hand almost the entire flight back, letting him reassure you in the way his thumb rubs over your hand. Getting back to Cali meant you’d be hitting the ground running, a short couple of months until tour was set to start. If only you’d known that this would be the calm before the storm.

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Hii I have never requested anything before but could you do a Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x fem!reader |if your ok with it ofc| and maybe leading to smut? If not ignore my request ty<3

sorry this took so long to make <3 if you want more of them together let me know

It started out with a drunk game of truth or dare… at the beginning of the night, the dares were harmless, things like running around Eddie's trailer once with no clothes on in the middle of the night or taking a shot from Jeff’s collarbones. It wasn’t anything too scandalous, just what you expected from a group of young adults drunk on their day off. 

The best part about their weekly drinking parties was that they all lived in the same trailer park now so no one had to drive home. They simply walked a few trailers over when they were tired, Kev left first, Jeff left second, and Gareth always hung around a little bit to talk to Eddie and steal some snacks before heading home, and sometimes they had to kick him out when he lingered too long. 

He sighs when he realizes that it’s time for him to go, he makes his way over to the door and pauses to look back at them, “you know, it’s not fair you two found each other so easily and you have this wonderful life together and I’ve gotta go home to an empty bed.” 

“If you wanna fuck my girlfriend so bad just ask,” Eddie teases, making Y/N laugh as she sits in his lap. 

She smacks his leg lightly, “be nice, it’s not his fault.” 

“What isn’t?” 

“Oh, uh,” she looks at him awkwardly, “I kinda know you had a crush on me before I got with Eddie…” 

“You told her?!” He gets embarrassed. 

Eddie laughs, “no, you just did. You’re always flirting with her dude, it’s obvious.” 

“It really is,” she agrees. Not minding at all.

He covers his face with his hands and groans, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” she gets off Eddie’s lap and stands right in front of him, she removes his hands from his face, holding them in her own gently, “it’s not a bad thing. I think you’re cute too.” 

His eyes go wide and shoot right to Eddie as if to ask what the fuck is happening. He just smirks, “if you wanna fuck her you just have to answer me this. Truth or dare…?”

She takes his hands and rests them on her sides, trailing her hands up his arms until they reach his shoulders, she massages him a bit with a smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to see where this went. 

He gulps, unsure of himself, “uh… truth?”

“What was that?”

“Dare?” He realizes what Eddie wanted from him. 

Eddie gets up and walks over to them too, “I dare you to fuck my girlfriend with me.” 

Sandwiched between the two men she finds the sexiest, she feels like she can’t breathe, “please?” 

“O-okay,” Gareth agrees, “how?” 

Eddie brushes Y/N’s hair off her neck and smiles, “she’s got three holes, pick one.” 

A chill runs down her spine at the thought of them taking her together. Her hands wander to the back of Gareth’s neck to play with his curly locks, “whatever you want, Gare-bear, I’m all yours to share.” 

He stares at her lips, then back to Eddie, undecided and overwhelmed in the best way possible. 

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mommy issues

part 12 / contents

eddie was out the door before he could even process standing up. somehow his pants were back on, and his sneakers were loosely on his feet, and his keys were in the ignition and - okay, he needed a second to think.

what the fuck was he doing?

did he make it up? he probably made it up. you wouldn't... there's no way... but...

god. he smacked his head against the steering wheel a few times, groaning. okay, so, the picture was pretty vivid in his mind now. yeah, get home drunk, let you help him change, said something horny and inappropriate which led to you being your confident self and telling him... holy shit, you wanted to fuck him.

you wanted to fuck eddie.

eddie the freak.

your stepson.

eddie was positively losing his goddamned shit.

what was he doing? he had no idea. but the van was in gear and he was zooming down the makeshift road of the trailer park before he could let his thoughts get to him. he was horny and obsessed and if there was any chance that what you had said was true, he was gonna take that fucking chance. he needed you so fucking bad, you consumed him entirely.

he pulled up at your place a lot sooner than he should have, defiently having ran a few stop signs, maybe a red light or two. who knows? he didn't care. not now. not when his virginity was on the line.

he quickly checked himself over in the mirror, fixing up his bangs and random strands of hair to look his best for you. thankfully this was a good hair day.

he clambered out of the van and bounced up the steps to your apartment in a flash, giving his hair a little shake and his fingers a crack before he was knocking on the door. not a single thought other than you in his head.

"bunny?" you smiled at him as you opened the door, "didn't expect to see you so soon, didn't we just talk?"

eddie nodded his head and stepped into the apartment, watching you close the door behind him. he was a little scared, now that he was here, and you were there, still looking as gorgeous as you did at the video store.

"you okay, sugar?" you asked, stepping a little closer.

eddie loved the way your hips swayed when you walked. they looked even better in those goddamned jeans. he nodded his head a few times before frantically shaking it no.

"what's going on?" you asked, hands reaching out to sweep back his hair.

he preened into the touch, letting your soft palm cup his cheek. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. he was hard and needy and nervous as fuck.

"i... i remember."

"remember what, baby?"

"what you said." eddie swallowed, "what we... talked about, when i was drunk."

your eyes widened a little, and you smirked, "oh you do, huh?" eddie nodded, "and you raced over here to tell me?"

eddie swallowed and nodded again.

you chuckled in that malicious, teasing way that drove him insane, "you've been waiting for it, haven't you?"

eddie nodded his head again, words apparently weren't things he knew how to say anymore.

"what made you remember?"

"i was... uh..." eddie averted his eyes for the first time since he got here, cheeks pink and warm, "i was about to jerk off."

you grinned, and it was so goddamned sexy, "were you gonna think about me?"

eddie didn't move, too afraid to say yes, and too afraid to lie.

you nodded your head once, "nervous, sweetie?" you placed your hand over his heart, feeling it race.

eddie shrugged, "should i be?"

"i don't know, you tell me."

he swallowed, "you said you didn't want to fuck me." he stated blankly.

you furrowed your brow, "when'd i say that?"

"in the bathroom." eddie pointed to it, "after danny broke my nose. you... you said you don't fuck pathetic people willingly."

you grinned, "correct." you shrugged, "but when did i ever say you were pathetic?"

eddie's lips parted with shock, "you don't think i'm..."

"well," you tipped your head to the side, "you do get a little pathetic when i'm around. follow me around like a lost puppy, but it's endearing. makes me feel special." you winked and he just about melted, "you're not pathetic, you just get a little pathetic around me."

eddie whimpered.

you grabbed his chin lightly, tipping it up, and even though he had to look down on you, he was falling victim to your control, "just like that."

he licked his lips, mouth dry and breath short. he didn't know what to say. he didn't know what to do. he was way in over his head and painfully, painfully horny.

you placed your hand on his chest and shoved him backwards a few steps until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he was falling down into it. you straddled his thighs in swift motion, and he barely comprehended it before you were up against him, body warm against his.

your hand was in his hair, tugging it back so he had to look up at you, his mouth was parted open and holy shit was he done for. he felt like he was about to bust in his jeans.

your face was so close to his, he could feel your warm breath on his lips and cheek. his head felt dizzy and he definitly wasn't in control of his mind or body anymore. but that's okay, because you were. and he'd do absolutely anything you said, without question.

"you feelin okay, bunny?" you asked, a seductive whisper that made his spine tingle.

he nodded his head, a pathetic hum that sounded more like a moan worked it's way out.

your hand wrapped around his neck loosely, sliding up until it forced his head back more, you were holding him still. making him look up at you like you were some divine thing. and in eddie's eyes, you absolutely were.

"you sure, baby? because you don't sound too good." you smirked, and fuck, eddie was already addicted to your teasing, "what pretty sounds your making, hmm. can't even talk. look at you."

eddie didn't try to stop his whimper then, nor the moan that followed. he wanted so desperatly to buck his hips up, to have you grind against him, but he was so scared that you'd tell him off if he did. that he was reading this wrong. that he was way in over his head. so he forced himself to be still, listen to you, do as you said.

"so naughty, aren't you?" you'd asked, whispering in his ear, "thinking of your stepmommy to jerk off."

eddie pouted his pretty pink lips, looking at you with his soft doe eyes. he felt horribly, guilty. so fucking guilty. but holy fuck was he hard.

"so bad, hmm. you gonna think about me touching you whilst you stroke your cock, baby? hmm?" your breath was hot on his ear, your nails digging into his scalp and his neck, and eddie was definitely in heaven, "do you cum to the thought of me bouncing on your cock a lot, bunny?"

eddie swallowed, looked you in the eye. he was nervous, he was so nervous to say yes but he couldn't bare to lie to you. not anymore. not when you looked at him like that.

he nodded his head, "all the time."

you grinned, thumb reaching up to pull at his bottom lip, "oh, how pathetic."

eddie whimpered, pouted some more, "m'sorry. m'so sorry-"

your hand was gripping his face, nails digging into his cheeks and forcing his lips to puff forward. he had to shut up, both from the shock and the literal inability to keep talking.

"what would you do if your daddy found out about that, huh?" you asked, eyebrows raised, "he'd be so mad you tried to steal me from him, wouldn't he?"

eddie nodded, eyes fixated on you. he was hypnotised.

"don't you think it's wrong, bunny? to think of mommy like that?" you pouted your lip at him, "all this time you've been thinking about fucking me and haven't bothered to tell me. isn't that just mean?"

he really wasn't sure what to think.

"poor baby." you sighed, "poor, sweet, baby. shame, coulda-"

you were both so rudely interrupted by the door being opened and danny walking inside. of course, you had just told him you needed to rush home before danny finished work. eddie was stupid. so fucking stupid.

and he was scared, so scared he was about to get another beating and that you would get a worse one for being like this with eddie. it was all his fault. all his stupid fucking fault.

if he hadn't have been so goddamned horny and just thought for a moment, maybe given you a call!

but lucky you were a quick thinker. you lifted your hips so you were kneeling, not sitting on him anymore. and your hands were on his face, thumb tugging on eddie's cheek just below his eye, blowing in it softly.

"there, eddie, think it's gone."

"what're you doin?" danny asked, door slammed shut.

you swiped your thumb under eddie's eye, wiping away the 'tear' you pretended was there, "eddie got an eyelash in his eye, it was bugging him so much. feel better, sweetheart?"

eddie blinked a few times and nodded, "ah, yeah... thanks."

"no problem." you smiled sweetly, as you always do, and hopped off the couch and over to your fucking husband, "hiya baby, how was work?"

danny pulled you into an embrace, kissing your lips softly, "good love, how was your day?"

"got lot's done around here." you smiled, scratching your hair and turning to look at the clean apartment, "cleaned your boot's up."

danny smiled, pet you on the ass and headed off for the kitchen. you glanced over to eddie, who was now sitting with a pillow over his lap and red, red cheeks. you touched your lips softly, covering up the smile you knew you shouldn't have had. you walked over to the kitchen, busying yourself with the dinner you had previously been preparing and making small talk with danny. but eddie didn't care to listen.

he was too busy thinking about you.

you on his lap, so close, whispering those sinful things in his ear. he felt like he was about to combust.

he was broken out of his horny daze when you shrieked. he was ready to jump to your aid, defend you from his fucktard of a father again.

but he looked at you, and you were in danny's arms, being spun around and smiling.

ew.

you kissed him, and then again, muttering thank you's inbetween. danny sat you down on the kitchen counter, hands on your hips and he kissed you more. eddie watched. you pulled back, but danny squeezed your ass and pulled you back in with a dark chuckle. he kissed you again, and eddie could hear the wet slap of your mouths on eachother. your eyes were open, and you looked at eddie, a sadness in them. but only for a moment, then it looked like you were smirking.

eddie couldn't deal with this.

he was up and heading for the front door, ready to cum and cry all in one. he was fucking done for.

"no, bunny-" you pulled back from the kiss, only to be pulled back in, but you shoved him off, "danny, ed-"

"don't worry about him-"

"ed!" you called, trying to hop down from the counter.

eddie slammed the door before he could hear anything else. he wiped his eyes as he bounced down the steps, rage, hate and hurt swarming his body. he didn't know what to think. one minuet you wanted him, the next you didn't. one minuet you hate danny's guts, the next your thanking him and initiating make out sessions.

eddie slammed the door of his van once safe and inside and pressed his palms into his eyes. god, why did he want to cry? this was so fucking pathetic.

he writhed, still so hard from you. from everything about you. it was mean. you were so mean to him, teasing him constantly, saying such dirty things and never giving him the satisfaction of relief. not even a fucking kiss. though, eddie couldn't blame you. no one fucking wanted him, it was entirely his own fault for being attracted to you. but god, it fucking sucked right now.

he couldn't even care less anymore, his dick hurt so much and there wouldn't be anyone around at this time, here. so he unbuckled his jeans and started to rub one out, he couldn't wait the whole five minuet drive home.

he closed his eyes, head tipped back, grip tight on his angry cock as he jerked off to the thought of you. of you on top of him again, whispering those things, whispering more. he pictured you naked, he pictured you on your knees, looking sinful and sucking on your fingers with those red nails that drove him mad.

you were the definition of every single wet dream eddie had ever had and he couldn't last. not any longer. he bit his lip with the subtle moan of your name as he came.

right as someone slamed their hands on his side window, their face pressed up there too in an attempt to scare him.

his cum shot up on the window and... gareth screamed, jumping back and falling on his ass, dragging jeff and grant with him.

eddie quickly tucked himself away and grabbed an old napkin to wipe it off the window and door, and his hand... and the steering wheel.

"shit- shit, shit. shit."

"dude!" gareth shouted, "fucking public indecency or whatever!"

"sorry!" eddie groaned, winding the window down because it wouldn't wipe away properly, and that way he could just cover the evidence until later.

he tossed the used tissue and wiped his sticky hands on his jeans.

"why the fuck are you jerking it in your car?" jeff asked, tending to gareth who looked petrified.

"because i was fucking hard." eddie gripped the steeringwheel.

"it's feral." gareth whined.

"oh, ease up." eddie sneered at him, "you know the amount of time's ive walked in on you jerking off?"

"yeah..." gareth scrunched up his face, "but if that window wasn't closed i would have been covered in it."

eddie laughed, "you'd fucking like that, wouldn't you?"

"jackass." gareth mumbled, shaking himslef off.

"what are you even doing here?"

"we wen't to yours to hot box, remember?" grant asked, "wayne said you'd probably be here."

"shit, yeah, forgot." eddie hummed.

"you okay, man?" jeff asked.

eddie shrugged, "fuckass of a dads probably fucking my stepmum right now, what do you think?"

"thanks for that mental image," gareth walked around the van to the passenger side, "are you trying to scar me?"

"yes." eddie pointed at him as gareth clambered into the van, "that is my main goal in life."

"hmm." gareth nodded.

eddie turned to the back of the van to see jeff and grant climbing in through the doors and pulling them shut.

"so why were you here?" gareth asked, pulling the joint he stole from eddie's room out of his pocket and lighting it.

eddie shrugged, "was horny, wanted to see her."

"wow." jeff laughed, "you're fucking desperate, man."

"she's hot, alright?" eddie said, snatching the joint from gareth, he really needed it, "fuckin sue me- you know, i caught her renting porn today?"

"no fuckin way, girls don't watch porn." gareth shook his head.

"yeah, they do." eddie furrowed his brow, taking another hit before handing it back to jeff.

"they do." grant agreed, "i've seen my sisters collection, it was horrifying."

eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at grant.

"no way." gareth said, "porn's gross."

"girls are gross." jeff shrugged, "don't you remeber maya last year… we went to her house and i accidentally found her vibrator and shi- oh, no you weren’t there.”

“you what?” gareth asked, “and no one told me of this?”

“she asked us not to!” eddie wailed.

“when have you ever cared about that? i could have used that as an in.” gareth argued.

“we told you to make a move on her afterwards for weeks, but you were too pussy.” grant said.

“yeah.” eddie shrugged, snatching the joint back, “we only followed her request to not tell you because she had a picture of you in the stash. so like… bro code.”

“are you joking?” gareth asked.

“nah man,” jeff laughed, shaking his head, “for real. we tried to hook you guys up for months but your both idiotic pussies.”

“fuck.” gareth groaned.

“yeah.” grant laughed, “your loss.”

“no shit.”

“how’s stephanie going anyway?” eddie asked, passing the spliff gareth’s way, “fucked her yet?”

“yeah.” gareth nodded his head, “last night, actually.”

“hey!” jeff slapped him on the shoulder, “way to go, g. stealing innocent girls virginities left front and centre.”

gareth laughed, “i know. took me three weeks to get past fingering and shit. like, is there that much difference between my dick or my tongue?”

“apparently.” eddie shrugged, “i wouldn’t know.”

gareth laughed, “loser. you keep this crush on mommy dearest up forever your never gonna lose it.”

“fuckin tell me about it.”

“speak of the devil.” grant nodded his head out eddie’s window, and they all turned to look.

there you were, in your tight jeans and wedges, your shirt buttoned wrong and untucked this time, your hair a little less put together.

“walk of shame.” jeff whispered, laughing to himself.

“what i’d give to see that leaving my bedroom.” gareth hummed, resting back in his seat and taking a hit.

“lay off,” eddie slapped him in the chest, still looking at you, “she’s mine.”

“oooohh.” grant leant forward between the seats, “possessive.”

jeff laughed, “get a grip, eddie.”

“shut the fuck up.” eddie hissed at them before leaning out his open window, folding his arms on the frame and grinning, “he’s scared ya off for good? finally running away? need me to hand him the divorce papers?”

his voice seemingly caught you off guard, making you jump and clutch your keys to your chest with a shriek. eddie found it cute, he liked the way it made your hair bounce, and- god, get a fucking grip, eddie!

you giggled, the sweetest sound eddie had ever heard, and took a deep breath after realising it was just him, “you caught me!” you smiled, flashing your arms out a little, “no, i was actually on my way to find you, bunny.”

eddie felt either jeff or grant - he couldn’t see which - prod him in the back at your little nickname. he heard all three of them quietly snicker. he clenched his jaw, preying they didn’t scare you off like the bunch of jackasses they were.

“oh, really?”

you nodded, waking a little closer, “you kinda just… stormed out. was worried about you. thought i might be able to catch you at a red light, danny’s pretty quick.”

eddie shrugged, pouting his lip slightly, “thanks for that mental image.”

you giggled softly, “what? just emphasising how shit it is to be with him.”

he nodded, “just didn’t need to see you necking my dad, is all.”

you shrugged, taking a few slow steps closer, a shit eating grin printed on your pretty lips, “why? you jelous?”

eddie turned pink. another hushed snicker erupted from behind him, someone - presumably gareth - kicked him in the back. eddie tried his best to stay calm, he sat up straight, trying to block out the fuckwits though the window.

you stepped up, resting your elbow on his side mirror, and then your cheeks turned pink too. eddie had never seen you flustered before.

“oh, you have friends- i mean, of course you have friends! i just-“ you laughed nervously and it caught him off guard, “shit. sorry.”

“n- no. it’s fine.” eddie shook his head, he didn’t know how to go about your nervous state.

you were always so confident, so sure of yourself.

you cleared your throat, seemingly switching it back on, “boys.” you smiled at each of them, “getting up to no good, i presume?”

jeff shoved the joint behind his back, “…no.”

you rolled your eyes, reaching your perfectly manicured hand into the car and beckoning him forward with two fingers, “hand it over.”

jeff grumbled and huffed and passed it to you. eddie heard grant grumble something about how he thought you were cool, and eddie elbowed him. you smirked and took a hit, blowing the puff into the van before shoving it between eddie’s pert lips. he heard jeff and grant whisper a never mind, she’s cool.

“why you back?”

“never left.” eddie shrugged.

“no?” you asked again.

“i was about to, when these lugnuts popped up out of nowhere.”

gareth leant forward with his most confident grin, “we figured we’d find eddie here, lucky we caught him right as he came to his car.” he eyed eddie.

eddie scrunched up his face, clenching his jaw at his best friend.

“ah, timing.” you grinned, leaning on the window seal now, “just hot boxing?”

jeff nodded his head, “yeah, missus thomas.”

you gave him a weird look, “don’t call me that shit, makes me sound old… and happy.”

eddie laughed, “maybe you are old.”

you grinned at him, “compared to you, baby, but i’ve still got a lot of life left in me.”

eddie shied away. he didn’t know why, perhaps it was your eyes, they seemed to always have an effect on him.

“you most certainly are not old.” gareth swooped in with his flirtatious sucking up, as always, “how old are you, anyway? you look a little young to be married to that douche.”

“i am.” you grinned, “but whatever pays the bills, right?”

“okay, now i’m curious.” jeff lent forward, “how old are you?”

“yeah?” grant leant forward too.

“hmm, guess.” you smiled.

“twenty three.” gareth guessed, leaning back against the window and eyeing you up a little.

eddie glared at him, she’s mine.

gareth shrugged and continued to flirt, if you don’t make a move, i will.

“you're sweet.” you giggled, “but not even close.”

“no way.” gareth shook his head, “you can’t be over twenty five.”

you seemed to be glowing, cheeks a dusted pink and a satisfied smile on your lips. eddie wished he could put that look on your face. instead it was stupid gareth.

“i most certainly am.”

“twenty six.” jeff asked, narrowing his eyes.

you shook your head.

“twenty seven.” grant asked.

you shook your head again.

“twenty eight?” gareth asked.

you giggled and shook your head no.

eddie groaned, throwing his head back, “can you stop flirting with my step mum, please, g? we get it, she’s pretty!” eddie looked back at the other two, “and i don’t get why your flirting, your both in a committed relationship with eachother!”

“i’m just genuinely curious now.” grant huffed.

“she really doesn’t look any older than… twenty nine?”

you shook your head again, laughing at their teenage antics softly.

“g. cool it.”

“can’t help it.” he grinned, shooting you a wink that made you giggle, “i see a beautiful lady and i need to woo her.”

“i’m flattered, really gareth.” you smiled, wiggling your hand out, “but i’m married, and your eighteen.”

gareth pouted, “eighteen with the experience of a twenty five year old.”

“oh yeah?” you asked, leaning on the frame with a cocky smirk and eddie felt very jelous, “fuck a lot of girls, baby?”

gareth nodded, “so many.”

you gave him a look that made him think like he had won, “then i suggest an std test, baby. can never be too careful.”

gareth huffed, sinking down in his seat, and the other guys laughed. eddie grinned at you, feeling quite proud. you chucked him a little wink.

eddie leant his elbow on the window beside you, resting his head against the door so he could look down at you softly. take in your prettiness. he couldn’t work you out, but he was never going to stop trying.

“thought you didn’t willingly fuck pathetic guys.” eddie said, recapping himself from before, watching your face morph into something a little left of happy, “seemed pretty eager before.”

you smiled at him softly, ignoring the whispered commentary coming from inside the van, “danny and i got into it again thismorning… something stupid and minor, but sex is the easiest fix.” you shrugged, reaching into your back pocket, pulling something out, “i prepared for his arrival, bunny.”

eddie took the sheet of silver from you to inspect. viagra. you were on fucking viagra. that’s why you were so desperate for danny.

that’s why you came onto eddie the way you did.

his cheeks went pink, and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the packet.

he’d totally just humiliated himself up there because you were on goddamned viagra.

gareth snatched the packet from him with a laugh, “fuck. danny can fucking suck it.”

“yeah.” you laughed, scratching your forehead, “makes it a little easier.”

eddie nodded his head.

“hey, ah…” you shrugged, “you boys want some dinner?”

“don’t wanna go back up there with him.” eddie muttered, eyes still fixed on his lap.

“he’s napping.” you smiled, reaching out to hold his hand softly, “c’mon. got a good meal up there. we can watch some movies? danny’s heading up to indy tonight anyway.”

“why?” jeff asked, handing the packet back to you.

you grinned, “he’s buying me a car! a real sweet one too apparently. and it’s all legal, i believe.” you clapped your hands together, “it’s gonna be amazing.”

“hmm.” eddie nodded.

“c’mon baby, come have some food. you’ll brighten up.” you smiled at him softly.

eddie sighed, nodding his head. the boys all began to clamber out of the van, and you took a couple of steps back. eddie grabbed his keys and started to wind the window back up without a second thought. he was looking at you as he did, giving you a happy smile. he couldn’t keep his frown around you for too long.

but his smile dropped when the big smudge of cum stuck to his window obscured his view of you. he saw his friends all break into uncontrollable laughter around you. you leant back to whisper something to them, which eddie assumed was to ask what was on his window. you giggled softly when eddie jumped out the van.

“you okay, eddie?” you’d asked, acting as if nothing had happened.

“yup, so good.” he nodded, locking the van.

“okay, cool.” you smiled, rubbing his back softly as he walked up beside you, all of you started walking for the steps, “how about you come upstairs now?”

his fiends all burst into another fit of laughter and eddie turned so red.

“aww, nothing to be ashamed of, baby.” you smiled, squeezing his hand, “sometimes things can get a bit hard.”

another laugh from the boys.

“please shut up.” eddie whispered, closing his eyes.

you grinned, leaning into his space to whisper with a teasing smirk, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

eddie looked at you a little weirdly, his heart racing.

“shame your friends showed up.” you shrugged, taking another step forward, “if you’d made it back to the trailer, maybe you’d be painting me rather than the window, huh?”

you had to still be on the viagra.

you grinned, bouncing back up the stairs to open the door. leaving eddie at the bottom of the staircase, on the gravel, hard again.

what the fuck!

**

part 13

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Lazy makeouts with Gareth on the Corroded Coffin tour bus the rest of the boys hate it

ugh don’t get me started 🤤

Traveling on that bus can get tiring

Being stuck in such a small space with three other boys makes it so difficult to get privacy with Gareth, but you manage to find ways around it

Every time you get to a new truck stop on the road, you’ll spend an extra couple of minutes to sit down at whatever fast food place is inside for a little ‘intimate’ date

Whenever the bus is stopped he’ll find all sorts of fun places to take you at whichever location you park at

Not to mention how nice it is when the boys give you your own privacy

They’ll make it known that they’re all leaving, giving the two of you free reign of the bus while they’re gone

Of course you’ll snuggle on the big couch up front and maybe play a board game or two, but it’s so much fun to be a little dirty and touchy feely whenever you can 😈

Trying your best to keep quiet behind the curtain in your bunk so your make out sessions don’t disturb the guys

Showering together to help ‘save water’,in Gareths words

Not being able to wait any longer and running into the gas station for a condom and a bathroom key for a quickie

Don’t worry, you make sure the bathroom is at least halfway decently cleaned before making it any dirtier

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[tbmunson]

Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader pt.3

Summary: Your spot on the cheer team is threatened by the fast spreading news of your new relationship. Some people aren't as accepting as others.

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral, mentions of parent passing away, fluff.

Word Count: 5,527

Notes: I thank you guys again for your patience. Between normal life and unexpected events, it's a little harder to find time to sit down and write. Thank you all for continuing to support this story.

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You and Gareth had finished a decent portion of the paintings, not quite half, but more than a quarter, when the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Gareth asked, looking up at you from the canvas.

You shrugged and sat your brush down. “No idea. Could be the guys if they tried to find us at your place.” You answered, stepping towards the door.

Gareth followed quickly, hugging you from behind as you stopped at the door, which made you laugh.

You pulled the door open as you looked up at him only to be met with a high pitched and disgusted “Ugh!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back against Gareth. “What, Tiffany?” Your tone was flat, unwelcoming.

“Natalie called me to tell me about that little scene in the slum garage and I needed to talk to you about it, but in your house? Really?” Her face was scrunched, making her look more like a witch than she usually did.

“My boyfriend isn’t allowed to hug me?” You fake pouted, resting your hand on his arm. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, waiting for her response.

“Boyfriend! Boyfriend? Are you kidding me?” She was screaming, hands clenched into fists that were shaking by her side.

You nodded in dramatically. “Yeah, boyfriend.”

“Absolutely not! Cheerleaders don’t date freaks!” She shrieked, making you roll your eyes

“Then I’ll turn in my uniform Monday morning, unless you’d like me to go grab it right now.” You offered, pointing to the stairs.

“I- uh- wait.” She held up her pointer finger and thought for a moment. You were the best at stunts on the team, and one of the three that could do serious acro that were left. The team couldn’t afford to lose you. “No. You can stay on the team. Just don’t sit with the freak brigade on game days.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Obviously you can’t afford to kick me off the team or you would have, so I think I’ll sit where I’d like, when I’d like, wearing what I’d like.”

Tiffany’s chest rose and fell with deep, harsh breaths as she glared holes through your head. “You’re fucking lucky you’re talented because if you were anyone else you would be gone.”

“You’re fucking lucky I actually like cheering because if I didn’t you’d be shit out of luck. Now. If you don’t mind, get off of my porch and don’t come back.” You were ready to pounce and show her exactly how you felt about her after all these years, but you knew better.

Gareth’s hands fell to your hips where they had rested most of the day and he soothed you, rubbing his thumbs over your skin to calm you. “That was so fucking hot.” He mumbled into your ear as Tiffany stomped away towards her car.

The guys turned on the street and saw Tiffany’s car in your driveway before seeing her yank the door open with the most sour look.

“Wonder what happened?” Grant asked before seeing what was happening at the front door.

You had turned yourself around and pulled Gareth down for a kiss, tongue licking over his bottom lip while he backed you up against the doorframe.

“No fucking way!” Jeff yelled before making a quick turn into your driveway.

The guys piled out, clad in all black, which pissed Tiffany off even more. “Fucking freaks!” She yelled out of the window as she started her car and slammed it into reverse.

Jeff flipped her off as they ran up to the door. “It’s about time!” He called out, breaking the kiss.

“When I’m right, I’m right.” Eddie smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Fuck off, Eddie.” You laughed, letting an arm drop from around Gareth. “You don’t get credit for this.”

“Yeah, Greely does, actually.” Grant said, holding up a bag for you. “We all got you something, by the way.”

Gareth raised his eyebrow as you took the bag.

“You guys didn’t need to get me anything.” You said, opening the bag.

“Shut up and take it out, Princess.” Eddie urged, watching you closely.

You pulled the heap of black fabric from the bag and unfolded it. “Oh, my god!”

“Dude! That’s sick!” Gareth added, looking at the white lettering.

“You’re our biggest fan. And you’re really cool. It’s the least we could do.” Jeff smiled as you took in the new Corroded Coffin t-shirt.

“You guys are the best!” You squealed, taking a turn to hug each of the boys. “Thank you, again, for not writing me off with people like Tiffany and the bitch brigade. You guys are the best.”

The boys couldn’t help but smile. “It was Grant’s idea. The shirt.” Jeff stated, nodding his head to the bassist.

“Yeah, but we all went in on it so I can’t take all the credit.” The boy blushed lightly as being called out by his friend.

“Well it was a very sweet idea. Thank you, again. Why don’t you guys come on in? It’s warm out here.” You waved the boys inside and made sure to close the door behind them.

“This is a nice place.” Eddie said as he looked around at the pristine white walls and light wooden floors.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t feel very homey to me. My parents aren’t into the whole displaying memories thing.” You replied, leading them into the sitting room. “I’ll go clean up the studio real quick. I’ll be right back.” You headed towards the stairs and Gareth followed, grabbing your hand as he walked up with you.

“They adore you, you know.” He smiled, squeezing your hand as you topped the stairs.

You grinned and looked back down at the three guys who made themselves at home on the couches that hadn’t been sat on in who knows how long. It felt more like home than it ever had. “I adore them too, but not as much as I adore you.” You replied, standing on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. He watched you move with nothing but happiness on his face and that was enough for you.

Once the two of you cleaned up the mess and stopped the stereo you grabbed the tray you’d brought up earlier and returned downstairs. “I made sandwiches earlier, which you guys are welcome to.” You announced before setting it down on the coffee table.

The boys reached for the food and Eddie asked “So what exactly was that bitch here about?” In reference to Tiffany.

You explained the situation, including the fact that they needed you and didn’t have a say in a single thing you did anymore.

“I will never understand how people like her work. What makes her think she can control someone’s personal life?” Jeff asked, laying back against the couch with a couple of the grapes from the tray.

“Everyone rolls over to her because they’re scared of her. I’m done with that shit, you know? I’m tired of being what everyone else wants me to be. If that makes me a freak, then I’m proud of that.” You sighed, relaxing into Gareth’s side.

“Welcome to the Freak Brigade, Princess.” Eddie smirked as he snatched the last sandwich. He filed the name away, deciding that would be a good name for the Corroded Coffin fan base.

“It’s a pleasure to have you.” Grant added, peeling the cover off of the sleeve of Oreos.

Gareth kissed your cheek and smiled down at you. “You could have joined us at any time.”

“Gross.” Eddie mumbled, hiding his laugh behind the sandwich.

You rolled your eyes and rested your head against the back of the chair. “Jealousy is ugly, Eddie.”

The boys all laughed and fell into conversation about the campaign that was set to kick off the following Thursday, the last one for most of the club.

You mindlessly played with Gareth’s hair as you listened to them talk animatedly, more enthusiastic than any of the other people you’d hung around talked about anything.

“Do you know how to play, Princess?” Eddie asked, drawing you out of your own head.

You shook your head and chuckled. “Dustin gave me a rundown yesterday at lunch, but I don’t think I could compete with you guys.”

Gareth squeezed your thigh, noticing how your body reacted to him for the first time. “I’ll teach you, help you out if you wanna join in on the campaign.” He smiled, digging his fingers in a little deeper as he watched you.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You were biting back any noises that wanted to bubble up your throat and swallowing them back down.

“Great, Dustin and Will can help you with a character sheet. Those two are little geniuses when it comes to… just about anything actually.” Eddie laughed, noticing but ignoring the tension between you and Gareth.

“Great. I’ll draw their, uh, their characters as payment.” You replied in an attempt to clear your brain as Gareth’s hand gently slipped up and down your skin, driving you crazy in the best way.

“Great.” Eddie replied, laughing a little.

“Oh, Gareth, I was supposed to show the girls some acro. We should probably head down in a few, hm?” You knew if you were to sit here for another five minutes you’d just jump his bones in front of everyone.

“Right, right. Why don’t you go get changed and me and the boys will wait for you here?” He offered, not wanting to seem like he was dying to get into your room.

You nodded and kissed his cheek before getting up to run up the stairs.

“Gareth, you just teased the fuck out of her.” Eddie stated, moving to stand.

“Yeah, I thought she was going to take you right here.” Jeff added, grabbing the now empty tray to take into the kitchen for you.

Gareth chuckled and looked towards the stairs. “Can you blame me? I’ve only wanted her for the last fourteen years of my life.”

“I overheard Tiffany the other day saying how she hasn’t, you know. So don’t push too hard. Might scare her off.” Grant said in a whisper, making sure you wouldn’t be able to hear him.

Gareth nodded, wondering if you’d been waiting for him. He waited for you for so long, until last year he just couldn’t take it anymore and he convinced himself you’d never give him the light of day. He ended up messing around and hooking up with the senior girl in Hellfire that year, which he kind of regretted and was kind of happy about. He knew what he was doing and he’d be able to please you, but on the other hand, he would have loved for you to be his first.

You came back down in a pair of practice shorts and a tighter t-shirt with your hair in a ponytail. “Ready?” You asked, slipping your sneakers on at the foot of the stairs.

“Yeah.” Gareth smiled, reaching out for your hand, which you gladly let him take.

The sight was a little funny, four guys dressed in all black walking you down the street wearing a pale pink top and white bottoms. It definitely caught the attention of some of your neighbors who gave you a strange look.

Gareth restrained himself from touching all over you as you walked. The outfit left very little to his imagination and he was definitely imagining the rest. At least until he heard his sisters all your names and start running towards you.

“Are you gonna show us tricks now?” Clara asked, reaching up and taking your hand as Lori tried her best to climb into Eddie’s arms to tell him about her competition.

You nodded and bent down to pick her up. “I sure am, lil bit. How about I show you a back handspring?”

“Mrs. Amy is supposed to teach my class that soon!” Lori said, turning in Eddie’s arms.

“I can show you how and you can impress Mrs. Any next time you go to class.” You winked, earning a squeal from the girl.

“Alright, so I’ll show you first and then I’ll break it down for you and help you. I don’t want you to try it by yourself just yet because we don’t have a mat and I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?” You emphasized as you handed Clara off to her favorite bandmade, Grant.

The girls nodded and watched you closely, cheering you on with the boys.

“How many can you do in a row?” Lori asked as you walked back over.

“I can do five.”

“I wanna do five!” Clara yelled excitedly, making you and the boys laugh.

“Let’s start with getting one down, then we can work on multiples.” You replied with a smile. “You guys ready to try that?”

“Yeah!” The girls wiggled themselves out of the arms holding them and followed you.

You looked up at the boys and nodded to the garage. “You guys can go hang out. I think us girls have it under control out here, right?” You really just didn’t want them to get bored, standing around watching a couple of letting girls jump around.

“Yeah! Us girls got it out here.” Lori said sassily, making everyone laugh again.

“Alright, Princesses. We’ll get out of your way.” Eddie bowed dramatically before walking towards the garage.

Gareth stepped over to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Let me know if they get to be too much, Doll.” He squeezed your hip and watched the blush that spread across your face.

“They’ll be fine. We’re not going to do too much.” You rested your hand on his arm and gave him one more kiss before letting him follow the boys.

“I thought you said you weren’t his girlfriend.” Lori pouted, feeling like she may have been lied to.

You dropped down to your knees in the grass. “He wasn’t last night. He just asked me today. You know what that means, don’t you?” You asked, brushing some hair out of her face.

“What?” She asked, still pouting.

“That means that I get to come over and play with you guys all the time.

Clara gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her hands. “Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky for each girl to take the turn.

“Yay!”

After about half an hour the sun began to set and you had both girls doing back handsprings, with you spotting them of course. You were getting ready to call it quits when Gareth’s mom walked outside.

“Would you girls like some lemonade after that practice?” She asked from her spot on the porch.

“Mommy! Y/N is the best girlfriend Gareth ever had!” Lori yelled, making your face flush, which wasn’t that noticeable considering you were already red faced from the work and heat.

“Girlfriend?” She asked curiously, like she hadn’t seen her son kiss you earlier from her spot at the kitchen window.

“Yes ma’am. As of today.” You replied, walking with the girls up to the porch.

“Please, call me Gwen.” She smiled, handing you a cold glass full of lemonade. “He’s had a thing for you for a while, you know.”

“I’ve had one for him too. Probably since we were Lori’s age.” You admitted, taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs, which appeared to be an open invitation for the girls to crawl into your lap.

“Trust me honey, I used to catch the two of you looking at each other from down the street. I think you two were the only ones who didn’t know.” She chuckled before scolding the girls for climbing all over you.

“Oh, no, they’re fine. I had to tell Gareth that a hundred times in the last two days.” You laughed as Clara yawned, evidence that she hadn’t taken a nap today.

“They talked about you all day today, telling me how you were the funnest person ever and how nice you were to them.” Gwen said, then added, “Thank you for teaching them a new skill and spending time with them. That last girl Gareth had hanging around wasn’t… gifted when it came to kids. That was one of the reasons they broke things off. He never left her alone with them.”

You couldn’t stop the bitter chuckle that came out of you. “She wasn’t my biggest fan either. I think she wrote me off with the rest of them.” You hugged the girls a little closer as sleep began to take hold of them.

“I didn’t like her.” Lori mumbled with her eyes closed, making both you and Gwen laugh.

“I don’t think Gareth did either, much.” Gwen sighed, standing to grab Clara. “It’s bedtime my sweet angel. I’ll come back and get Lori.”

“I’ll take her up. I did it last night.” You said, standing with the girl on your hip.

“Gareth made you take her up?” Gwen questioned, eyebrow ticking up like she was ready to tell her son off.

“Gareth won't make me do anything I don’t want to do, I promise.” You assured her as you followed her in.

Gwen laughed and nodded. “Good. You tell me if he starts and I promise you it won’t last long.” She nodded with a look that was sweet but also serious. That’s when you knew that you loved her.

“I promise you I will.” You smiled, following her up the stairs. “Goodnight lil bit.” You cooed to Clara before walking through the open door across the hall. “And goodnight to you too, baby doll.”

“Goodnight my other angel.” Gwen said softly from the door.

“Night mama, night Doll.” Lori mumbled, making you laugh a little as you pulled the blanket up.

“Doll?” Gwen asked as you closed the door behind yourself.

“I guess she heard Gareth call me that earlier.” You chuckled, following the woman down the stairs.

Gwen smiled and her eyes watered a little. “That’s what Gareth’s father called me before he passed away.”

Your stomach turned, realizing the weight the simple name carried. “Oh.” You weren’t sure what to say.

“He doesn't call anyone that, so you’re special.” She took your hand in hers and gave it a gentile squeeze.

You smiled and squeezed hers back. “He’s special to me too. Now that I have him I’m scared to lose him.” You weren’t sure why you were admitting that to his mother, but it felt right. Safe. More than you could say for your own mother.

“You’re welcome here anytime, Honey. I know your parents are gone a lot so if you need to be around people, don’t be shy.” She patted your hand, a silent assurance that you won’t lose her son.

“Thank you.”

Gareth opened the door and looked at the scene, smiling a bit. “Trying to embarrass me, mom?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Not at all. Don’t accuse your mother of things.” You answered, walking over and hugging him. “Lori spilled the beans about us, by the way.” You smiled up at him as his arms fell around you.

“Well, at least that part is over with.” He kissed your forehead as glanced at his mom who nodded back at him. “Lets go to the garage with the guys, hm?”

You nodded and turned back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Gwen.” You smiled at the woman before walking out of the door with Gareth.

“What did you guys talk about?” He asked, keeping you as close to his body as possible.

“Nothing.” You replied with a sly smile. You leaned up and kissed him as he opened his mouth to argue. “Don’t worry about it. I promise it was nothing you need to be concerned with, okay?” 

“If I pretend I’m still worried about it will you kiss me some more?” He smirked, stopping you next to the garage.

“If you want a kiss, just ask for it.” You ran your hands up over his chest, one coming to rest on his shoulder and the other resting on the side of his neck.

“That’s all it takes?” He asked, holding your hips and squeezing them.

You nodded as his face came closer to yours.

“Can I kiss you, Doll?”

You nodded again and pulled him into you.

His lips moved with yours and his hands dipped lower to rest on your ass before squeezing, eliciting a moan which he swallowed before pulling back. “Is that too much?” He asked, remembering what Grant mentioned earlier.

You shook your head and pulled him back down. “We could do more.” You whispered against his lips.

Gareth tensed a bit but kept going. “Have you done more?” He asked after a moment.

“No. I didn’t want to give it up to any of those meatheads. Greg begged for it, but I wouldn’t touch him with a fifty foot pole.” You replied, twisting some of his hair in your fingers. “But I want you to have it.”

Gareth groaned and grabbed your ass again. “Shit, baby. Of course I want it. I just don’t wanna rush you.”

“I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t sure.” You kissed the corner of his mouth and then his lips. “My house is still empty.” You whispered, lips ghosting over his.

He groaned again and pulled you off of the side of the garage. “Hey boys, uh, we’ll be back later.”

“Should I ask?” Eddie quirked a brow, looking between the two of you.

“Nope.” You answered as Gareth gently pulled you towards your house.

“Oh, they’re about to fuck.” Eddie stated as he plopped the joint between his lips to light.

“Should we leave them some?” Jeff asked, grabbing one of the other joints.

Grant shrugged and watched Gareth grab your ass as you walked. “I don’t think they’ll be back.

You unlocked the door and pulled Gareth up the stairs with you. You stopped to open the door to your bedroom but Gareth turned you around and pushed you up against said door.

“If you want to stop, tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.” He ran his hands up and down your sides, bunching your shirt up a bit so he could touch your skin.

“I promise I’ll tell you.” You replied, craning your head to capture his lips in a kiss.

He smiled and kissed you slower than before but it was so much more powerful. His tongue pushed gently into your mouth as his hand reached for your door knob. Once he had it open he nudged you gently into the room and pulled away from the kiss to look around.

“What?” You asked, following his eyes.

“It’s different from what I thought it would be.” He replied, scanning over the darker art you had displayed.

“Spend a lot of time imagining what my bedroom looked like?” You joked, smiling at him.

He nodded and pulled your body into his. “I was expecting pink and frilly and cheer trophies. Maybe some pom poms hanging around.” He chuckled, taking one last look.

“Yeah? Bet you were hoping for pretty pink panties hanging off the top of the laundry basket too, huh perv?” You laughed as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

He glanced over to the basket and back to you. “Maybe. But I’ll settle for the black ones.” He smirked, bending to lift the lacy fabric up.

“I wore those last night.” You shrugged, biting your lip gently.

Gareth dropped them back down and walked over to you, pushing you back gently to hover over you. “What kind did you wear today?” He gripped your hip, with one hand while the other held him up.

“Why don’t you find out?” You asked, reaching up to his shoulder and pulling him down for a kiss.

He groaned into the kiss, his hand slipping from your hip to your core, making you moan. “Someone sounds needy.” He chuckled as he started kissing down your neck. His hand slipped back up your body, peeling your shirt up.

You sat up a bit to aid him in removing the garment, unhooking your bra while you were at it before falling back to the bed.

“You’re beautiful.” Gareth whispered before leaning back down to pepper your chest in kisses. His hand that wasn’t holding him up ghosted up your stomach before grasping one of your boobs, giving it a light squeeze.

You moaned out, bringing your hands to push through his hair.

“You liked that, huh?” He asked, looking up at you with a smile.

You nodded, breathing heavily.

He smirked at you again before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and nipping lightly on it. He could get off on just watching you squirm beneath him. Once he moved on from your nipple he slipped off of the bed to settle between your legs. “You soaked all the way through to your shorts baby.” He rubbed your thighs as he spoke.

“There was nothing to soak through.” You said, looking down at him.

“Hm?” His brows furrowed.

You chuckled and pushed yourself up on your arms. “Take them off.” You nodded to the shorts.

He reached up and gently pulled them down, only to be met with your bare, glistening pussy. “Fuck, been without panties all day?” He asked, warm breath fanning over you.

“Yeah, just hoping you’d notice.” Your words were breathy, almost silent.

“Been this wet all day too?” He asked before kissing the inside of your knee.

“Started when I watched you practice. I’ve been trying to be good.” You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, savoring the flavor of Gareth that lingered there.

Gareth kissed further up your left thigh, pulling back just before he reached your core. “Trying to be my good girl?” He asked before kissing the inside of your right knee and starting up.

“Yes, Gareth, fuck. Please.” You begged, watching him come closer and closer to where you were dripping.

He groaned as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft skin. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” He had no other choice but to give you what you were asking for.

His tongue glided up your delicate folds, he moaned at the taste of you.

You let out a strangled whine, causing him to pull back.

“Don’t try to hold back to pretty noises, baby. Let me hear it, yeah?” He dipped back in, licking over your clit and reveling in the moans you released. It was animalistic in the best way, driving him to continue.

He unraveled one of his arms from around your leg and teased your entrance before gently pushing it in.

Your moans came out louder as the pleasure registered, only to be amplified by him adding another and curling them, reaching farther than your own fingers ever could.

“C’mon, baby, I know you're close. You’re squeezing my fucking fingers.” He mumbled into you, sending vibrations through you.

“Close, ‘M close.” Your breathing was rapid, moans spewing from your throat as the coil in your core snapped, Gareth’s name falling from your lips at full volume.

“Good girl, good girl.” He mumbled as you slowly came down from the high as he gently rubbed your thigh.

You looked down at him and reached out, trying to grab him. “Please.” You pouted, opening and closing your hand.

He smiled softly at you and was by your side in seconds. “What is it, pretty girl?” He ran the tips of his fingers up and down the side of your face as he waited.

“More.” You whispered, rolling onto your side to face him.

“More?” He raised an eyebrow. “More of what, baby?”

“You. More of you. All of you.” You pouted, hand resting on the side of his neck to pull him to you. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back after a moment, pressing a kiss to your nose then forehead. “Yeah? Get up to the top of the bed, okay?”

You nodded and pushed yourself further up the bed as you watched him stand, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants. “So pretty.” You mumbled, watching him shed his layers until he was fully exposed to you.

“If you wanna stop, tell me. I promise I will.” He smiled, crawling up to settle between your legs.

“Okay.” You admired the way the lamp in the corner highlighted the high points of his face. You felt seen, needed more than desired. “Gareth.” Your voice was low, soft, you weren't sure he heard you until he hummed back. “I love you.”

His mouth went dry and he looked down at you. A hundred thoughts raced through his mind, all of them involving you and the reasons why he knew what he said next was true. “I love you too.” He bent down to kiss you again, gently, like you were made of glass and he was scared to break you.

You felt the truth behind his words in the way he was so careful, taking his time, making sure you were okay. Your mind only fell from the kiss when you felt him press against you, slipping through your folds. You gasped.

Gareth pulled back and looked down at you. “You’re okay baby. I’ve got you, okay?” He stopped all movement, waiting on you to respond.

“I know. I’m okay.” You replied, hips twitching a bit, anxious for his next move.

He nodded, finally positioning himself at your entrance. “I’m gonna go slow, geet you all nice and stretched out. You gotta tell me when you want me to move.”

You nodded, but were shocked at his tutting. “Use your words, baby.” You moaned at the sound of his lust filled voice.

“Okay.”

He kissed your forehead and pushed into you slowly stretching you open inch by inch. “Feel so good baby, shit.” He thought he may bust early because of how tight you were, but he kept his control, only shuttering once he was fully inside of you.

You waited a moment, soaking in the feeling, before you looked up into his eyes. “You can move now, please.”

Gareth chuckled darkly, his fingertips skimming over your cheek. “So fucking polite.” He dragged himself out slowly and pushed back in at an equal pace, watching your body react to him until you were begging him to go faster.

You were a moaning mess of pleasure, unsure of how you’d ever be able to anything other than be in bed with Gareth. There wasn’t a coherent thought in your head, let alone coming out of your mouth as he began slamming into you at a delicious pace.

His hand slipped between your bodies and rubbed circles over your clit as he watched your face contort in ways he hadn’t seen before, ways that he needed to see again and again.

Your fingernails dug into his back, his scalp, the bedsheets, anything you could find to remind you that you were still on Earth.

“You’re close baby, I can feel it.” Gareth whispered into your ear as you tightened around him.

You nodded, unable to form a simple ‘yes’ in response.

“Give it to me. I know you can. That’s it, good girl.” Gareth’s hips sputtered as you came, white hot pleasure soaking both of you as he followed you over the edge, filling you with him.

There was a long moment of silence where the two of you recovered before you spoke. “Do you really love me?” You asked, turning to face him.

He half smiled, reaching his hand out to you. “I have loved you since our first day of elementary school when you came over and shared your 64 pack of crayons with me because I only had 24. You told me that wasn’t enough colors to be creative, so we made these two awful looking blobs with all 64 colors. That’s the day I knew I loved you.”

You giggled, wrapping yourself around him. “I knew I loved you the next day when I was on the swings by myself and you came over and told me that I was your best friend and best friends don’t swing alone. You pushed me so high I thought I was flying.” You smiled before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“We’re so stupid.” He chuckled, shaking his head. He continued when he saw the curious look in your eyes. “We’ve been in love with each other since we were four. We were just to dumb to say anything. We could have been happier a lot sooner.” He smiled, pulling you into his body.

“Yeah, I guess we are pretty dumb, worried about what the other would have said. I’m glad I have you now. You’re not going anywhere.” You replied, drinking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Same goes for you, Doll. Same goes for you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held you while you drifted to sleep.

[petersbaby]

Fuck it, I’m pressing post and you can’t stop me

Green - Gareth & Eddie x Reader

Warnings: high sex, reader is high but they are too (EVERYTHING’S CONSENSUAL), oral (m receiving), smut, male masturbation, threesome

Gareth is aged up to 18

-

“He’s still mad that I got you and not him.” Gareth says, leaned back and nonchalant in your computer chair.

“I’ve told you guys this, I’m not an item to be ‘got’. I get I’m the only girl in the group, but seriously.”

“Hey, I know that. It’s just like- it’s gotten worse, I think. He’s got it bad for you.”

“I’m yours, though. Wanna be yours.”

You look at him from the bed with eyes so sweet he has to come squish you and lay on top of you, hugging you tight. You giggled as you only struggled to breathe just a little bit, it wasn’t a problem. Worth it.

-

In the car on the way to Eddie’s to smoke, a couple of days later, you use the flip-down mirror to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss and Gareth takes his eyes off the road briefly to look at you.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?”

You blush. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious.” He laughs.

When you get to the trailer, you and Gareth both find a place on Eddie’s old and well loved sofa while he retrieves his supplies. You hear him rummaging around in his room, but he finally comes out with everything: the weed, the tray, the grinder, the rolling papers.

He sits and starts working his magic, grinding up the green substance and rolling it up, soon producing a pretty big joint that he lights in his mouth. You pass it back and forth to each other, 3 doesn’t really qualify as a “rotation”. You watch as the boys immerse in their creative process; sometimes they get like this.

They’ll go into song-writing mode and come up with their best ideas when they’re stoned. Eddie strums random cords on his guitar and your boyfriend jots down words in a beat up notebook.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” Gareth announces, weirdly loud and formal, very high. You look over at Eddie and he’s stifling a laugh, trying to hard not to crack up. Very high too.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t on the same level as them, but you were better at composing yourself. You just smile at him and shake your head, going back to watching tv.

Gareth gets up and goes down the hall to the bathroom, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie puts down his guitar and scoots close to you. Like, right next to you, the spot Gareth was just in a minute ago.

“Uh… whatcha doing there, eds?” You laugh nervously.

“Listen, I just gotta say sorry in advance. I have to do this, I’m sorry.”

“What the-“

He leans in quickly, and in less than the amount of time it takes to blink, his lips press hard against yours. You felt like you were floating, felt like maybe you were in a dream. You were somewhere far away and on cloud nine, and all you could consciously do was let him kiss you. His lips tasted good. Weed, tobacco, cherry chapstick maybe?

You take in a deep, sharp breath once you realize what’s going on. It felt like forever to you, but Gareth was still in the bathroom, it must’ve only been a mere few seconds.

Yeah, for whatever reason, you decide to kiss him back. There would be major consequences for this, this was cheating. The more you thought about it, the guiltier you grew, you finally pulled away from him.

His face was flushed and red, eyes pink tinged and glassy. Standing unexpectedly right beside the couch was Gareth, and you immediately just wanna run. You have no explanation for why you did that. You didn’t do it, you tell yourself, he did it. You just let him. And then also sort of encouraged him. Just as bad? Maybe. Either way, both of you were frozen.

“Gare, I’m so sorry, I-“ you start to tear up.

“No, man, it was me. I kissed her, I fucked up and I kissed her. Don’t be mad at her, be mad at me, if anything.” Eddie interrupts, and starts to ramble.

Gareth ignores him and looks straight to you, for some reason, worry on his face. Concern?

“It’s okay. I told you he liked you, I tried to warn you. Are you okay? Did he go too far, you know, anything you didn’t consent to?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Did you… did you like it?” He asks, noticing your heavy breathing and frazzled expression. The room fell silent. Terribly silent. You weren’t gonna answer that.

“I asked you a question.” He reminds you firmly, as though you forgot. Really, the cogs in your brain were just desperately attempting to turn.

“I- I uh, I dunno, I’m just really high. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You were overwhelmed, feeling like your body was overheating.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Eddie tries to comfort you. “It was all me, I’m serious. Don’t be mad at her.” He tries to defend himself to Gareth.

“I’m not mad. If she likes it, I’ll let it slide. Just this once, though, Munson. Never again.” He points at the boy.

“Really?” You ask, a little dumb and confused.

“Yeah, god, if you could see yourself right now. You look desperate. You want me to share some of you?”

“Mhm. Please.” You nod.

“Alright. Remember to speak up if you change your mind or don’t feel comfortable anymore.”

You nod again. He comes to sit on the couch beside you, on the other side of you this time, patting his lap. You happily climb into it, straddling him and attaching your lips to his right away.

To be honest, it didn’t matter who’s lips they were, kissing felt really really good right now. You have little perception on just what you’re doing subconsciously, just going with what felt right. You didn’t mind it at all, just happily soaking in every sensation you feel while on top of the world.

The boys didn’t mind either. They could tell you weren’t thinking, just going with the flow. You share a deep and filthy kiss with your boyfriend and you moan softly and repeatedly while your tongue invades his mouth.

You also soon started grinding down on him while doing this, truly a desperate little mess. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch just watching you, palming his achingly hard dick in his jeans.

“Mmh. ‘M hot.” You whine and Gareth pulls your top off over your head for you without hesitation. He wanted you to feel comfortable and if you were hot, he’d help you with that. There was nothing underneath the top he took off for you.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters out loud, causing you to remember he’s there. You both look over at him, he’s already sweating.

“You wanna give our friend some sugar, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nod quickly, and crawl over to him. You do the same, climbing into his lap except this time only straddling one of his thighs, and he leans in to kiss you again.

You make out now, harder than the earlier kiss, more lust in it. You find yourself rutting against his jean-clad thigh, you feel the need to look over at your boyfriend. He gives you an approving expression, as if to silently say ‘yes, that’s fine.’

Eddie surprisingly kept his hands to himself, reluctant to possibly fuck this up. All he did was look, and he looked a lot.

-

“Fuck, want somethin’ inside of me.” You huff, pulling off.

“That’s gonna be me, I’m not letting Eddie fuck you, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Here, scoot toward me and bend over.”

You do as he says, arching your back while he checks out the view of your ass from behind.

“You wanna suck him off?”

“Should I?”

“I think it’d be the nice thing to do.”

“Okay. Yes.” You nod.

You look up at Eddie from below your lashes and he quickly turns to face you, undoing his best buckle hastily and pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs.

You hear the same belt and zipper noises from behind you, then feel your jeans and panties being pulled off of you and you help in their removal. Gareth presses his cock against your soaking wet hole and groans to himself, you take Eddie’s cock in your hand and stroke it a few times.

“Shit.” He comments at the feeling. Your hand felt so much better than his own. You spit on the tip and it runs down his length, warm saliva glistening, and you keep jerking his cock.

You grow desperate, achingly aware of the emptiness in your cunt and wiggle your ass slightly to try to tell him you want it now. Gareth grabs your hips to still you, and sinks in not-so-gradually. A loud moan erupted from you.

“Ohhh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You moan as he slides in and out of your wet heat with ease.

Now that you had something filling up that part of you, you decided to fill your mouth up next. You take the tip of Eddie’s leaking cock past your lips, tongue running up and down the slit to collect the precum.

“Ah, god damn it. Holy shit.” Eddie grips the couch cushions closest to his reach, not prepared for your level of skill with this.

“Her mouth is good, isn’t it? It’s all mine, too.” Gareth says smugly, smacking your ass with a little sting.

“Yes, mmmh, fuck.”

You sink down deeper, taking more and more of him into your mouth until your lips reach the neat curls at the base of his cock. Gareth pounds into you harder from behind, making you moan around it. Eddie feels the vibration to his core, almost shuddering. He’s a moaning, groaning mess.

You pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth, to speak.

“You can pull my hair. Please.”

Eddie finds his dominant hand in your hair, collecting a fistful of it and tugging at it roughly, which makes you moan.

He uses the leverage to guide your head up and down, at the perfect pace that had him quickly stumbling to the edge, hitting the back of your throat each time without a problem. You didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, so he took advantage of that. You truly were something.

But soon, you feel your release coming, just needing a little bit more. You take your hand off Eddie, pulling off of him, and reach between your thighs, beneath your body.

You start to rub circles over your clit while Gareth fucks you from behind, selfishly chasing what you want and now neglecting Eddie.

He watches you desperately and feverishly touch yourself like an animal in heat and starts fucking his fist. You whine and cry into the cushions, beginning to chant “please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you, shh. You’ll get it.” Gareth soothes, gently rubbing your ass.

“Please, daddy, oh fuck.”

Both boys groan. Eddie is so fucking jealous of Gareth.

“Please, please, I’m-“ you let out a loud, pornographic moan, one that’s familiar to Eddie only because he watches a lot of porn. You sounded just like the girls in them, heavenly.

You tighten up around Gareth’s cock and feel yourself gush a little, orgasming hard. He doesn’t let up, continuing his pace, while you whine and come down. You look at Eddie again, and see that he’s fiercely stroking his cock while just looking at you, watching you enjoy yourself.

You take over again, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your mouth. It takes a very small amount of time after this before his cock is twitching in your mouth, and that’s the only warning you get that he’s cumming.

He cums with a groan and a string of curses, letting you suck the soul out of him til he has nothing left. You feel it all run down the back of your throat and swallow it down.

When you’re done, you look up at his face to see his eyes blown out, huge and wide. He was panting, almost like a dog who got too excited, looking down at you with wonder.

“You make eds feel good? You make him happy?” Gareth asks.

“Mhm. I did.” You answer, feeling proud of yourself.

“Good girl.” He breathes heavily, fucking into your cunt hard. “My- god damn it, my turn.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppier and you know he’s close, you wait patiently to be filled up and you soon are.

-

“You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sigh, nodding your head.

You lay there, still in a daze, still a bit high. Still very naked. Both the boys were all clothed again, and look quite normal and casual besides their hair being a little messier than it usually is.

They seem to have come down, or are in the process of coming down, which you were still not yet.

“Okay, well put your clothes back on, ‘kay? Here.” Gareth hands you your shirt, panties, and pants, telling Eddie to go get you a cup of water. Once you have everything back on, you chug the water very fast, and they both chuckle.

Gareth lets you lay your head in his lap, playing with your hair. You’re sleepy, but you can hear them talking above you.

Something about “a one time thing,” and “don’t go telling anyone about this.” and Eddie agreeing. Too sleepy.

[pullingyourstrings]

The Lie

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

Summary: Gareth lies about not being a virgin anymore and nobody in Hellfire believes him. He asks for your help on backing him up, but you have a much better idea.

Warnings: smut, lots of kisses, fingering, unprotected sex, first time, gareth gets overwhelmed but everything is fine, oral sex (m receiving), a little bit of size kink, nipple play and boob praise, misunderstandings, happy ending, fem!reader has a pussy and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 5k.

"This is to Jeff, who's finally not a virgin anymore! Welcome to the club" Eddie raised his beer, laughing, words slurry with how drunk he already was.

"Hell yeah dude!" Jeff celebrated, raising his beer too and clicking it onto Eddie's. "Now it's only Gare left"

"W-what?" Gareth frowned at them. He knew it wasn't a big deal, but there was something about the way Jeff said it this time that felt weird.

"What? We all know you're still a virgin" Jeff shrugged. Gareth felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"No, I'm not" he said quietly. Yes, he is. He doesn't fully understand why he's lying, those are his best friends. They're not judging him.

"You are dude and it's fine" Eddie reassured him, patting him on the back.

"I'm not!" he retorted. Why did it matter so much to his drunk brain? He didn't know. But it mattered. Maybe because it felt bad to be the last one. Maybe because it meant he was just a loser. "You can ask Y/N, she'll tell you" he said, because he knew you didn't think he was a loser. Being his best friend, you were always on his side whenever this subject was brought up and he thought you surely would back him up on his lie.

What he didn't thought about were the implications of that sentence.

Eddie's eyes got wide and Jeff gasped audibly, both looking at each other before laughing.

"No way you scored her, man!" Jeff managed to say, a hand on his stomach with how much he's laughing.

"I mean, cheers to you if you did but I doubt it" Eddie didn't mean to tease, but it sure sounded like it, his voice almost pitying. Gareth didn't like it one bit.

"See, that's why I didn't tell you before" he lied again. Fuck. He's really going down that route when he could've just laughed and said he was joking. Stupid drunk brain!

"Right, right... Well, I guess we'll just ask her on monday." Eddie winked as he got up to grab another beer.

Oh no. He was so fucked.

You ringed the bell anxiously at Gareth's door, ten minutes after he called you asking you to come over because of an emergency. You heard quick steps down the stairs and the door opened right after, revealing a cute stammering Gareth.

"H-Hey, how you doing?"

"Hi, I'm okay. Are YOU okay?" you looked at him up and down, noticing the way he was nervously fidgeting with his rings.

"Yeah, yeah. Come in" he gave you space to enter the house and then quickly rushed upstairs to his room. Weird. Usually you hang out on his living room or the garage. But you still followed him, standing next to his bed as he closed the door behind him.

"What happened? I'm starting to get a little worried"

"I-I needed to talk to you about something really, um, bad. That I did" he struggled to find the words, scratching his neck.

"Okay, go on..." you encouraged him. Whatever this was, it was probably serious if it had him like this, afraid to even look at you in the eyes.

"So... yesterday we were hanging out at Eddie's and they kept talking about... y'know, about that thing that bothers me..." he started to nervously pace from one side to the other of the room, turning to look at you with knowing eyes when you didn't answer.

"About you being a virgin?" you tried to guess, raising an eyebrow. This was one of the main things that bothered him. He always talked about it and you had to be the supportive one, tell him it was okay, that it would happen eventually, that he just needed to find someone special, that if he just wasn't so blind and oblivious maybe it would've happened already. Ok, that last part you never told him, but sometimes you really wanted to.

"Right. That. Yes. And then I don't know what came over me but I lied. I told them I'm not anymore" he said in a guilty tone.

"But you are though?" you tilted your head, confused. You didn't understand where this was going. He nodded.

"So why would you lie? You know none of us really care about this stuff" You didn't understand why this mattered so much that he couldn't wait until monday to tell you.

"I-I don't know! We were drunk! I PANICKED!" he exclaimed loudly, his pacing getting faster around the room.

You laughed, not in a mean way, but in a way that went well with "It's not that bad. It was just a little lie. Whatever."

"No, no, cus' it gets worse! I told them to ask you because I knew you would back me up but now they- they think-" he motioned between you two, avoiding saying it at all costs.

Oh. You understood now.

"Oh. They think we fucked" you wided your eyes. Not that the idea never crossed your mind, but you just weren't expecting that.

"Yeah. I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't mean it that way but they were so fast to jump into conclusions and I didn't deny it and-" he rambled, trying to explain himself. There wasn't much to explain really, he just kept repeating himself and apologizing and you soon realized he was getting lost in his own head.

"Hey, hey" you stop him, holding his hands in yours. "It's fine Gare. Really." you smiled empathetically. You weren't about to let your friend have a panic attack because of something so little.

"It's not fine! How are you not mad?"

"Because you said you were drunk and I know how those boys are, peer pressure and all" you waved dismissively, trying to calm him down.

"Still. I shouldn't have lied and I shouldn't have brought you with me into this mess. I'm so angry with myself! And now I don't know how to fix this" he sat on the bed with his hands on his head, a moment of silence shared between you. Your heart was pounding so fast you felt dizzy, an idea coming to mind.

"What if... What if it's not a lie?" you suggested, sitting beside him on the bed.

"W-what?"

"Y'know, we could just do it, so it won't be a lie anymore" saying it out loud it didn't sound like the greatest idea ever, but it's already out there now. Best case scenario you get to be his first time, worst case scenario you brush it off and never speak of this again.

"You're joking, right? Really not the time for that" he looked around in disbelief, huffing a little laugh. It was just hard to believe you wanted to do this with him. You? The most perfect person he had ever met in his life? It must be a joke, or a prank. Eddie and Jeff said it themselves, it wasn't possible.

"I'm not joking. We can. I mean, if you want it too" you reassured him, trying to avoid him feeling uncomfortable or pressured. "Or not, just forget I said anything and we'll figure something else" you shrugged like it was nothing, like you didn't just imply you want to have sex with him. You hoped he wouldn't notice the shakiness in your voice as you waited for his answer.

"No, no it's not that. Of course I want to! It's just... You know I've never done anything right?" he whispered, as if he didn't want anyone to hear it, besides the fact it was just you and him in the room.

"I know, it's fine. I can teach you" you offered and he considered for a moment before breathing in slowly, sitting closer to you.

"Okay. What's first?" he smiled softly, eyes fixated on your lips.

"First I'm gonna kiss you. Is that okay?" you cup his face gently with one hand, the other going to the nape of his neck.

"Yeah" he nodded and you closed the distance between you. The first kiss is quick, just your lips pressing against his. The second one is longer, you lick his lips asking for permission to go further and he allows you, your teeth clacking into his for a moment before you turn your head to the side. The new angle is much better, his tongue dancing around with yours in such an orchestrated way, his muffled little moans so sweet, that there's only one thought in your head: for someone who never kissed, he's way too good at it.

"You're sure it's your first time?" you break the kiss, your hands resting over his shoulders, playing with his soft curls.

"Why, was it okay?" he asks worried.

"It was great. You're a good kisser." you notice his hands awkwardly resting on your sides in the bed, as if he wants to do something but isn't sure if he can. "You can touch me, y'know? I'm not gonna break" you laugh and he mumbles a little "Thank God" before kissing you again, his hands immediately going to your hips, squeezing your love handles and holding you so close to his body you're almost on his lap.

"What now?" he whispers against your skin, showering your face with quick gentle kisses.

You take the opportunity to sit on his lap and take off your shirt and help him take his off too. He looks at you like you're a goddess, admiring every part of you.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he kisses your neck as you giggle. It feels good to be this close, to feel his body against yours, to feel his shoulders drop as he gets more comfortable and confident.

"Show me what to do, princess. Wanna make you feel good" he plays with your waistband and you smile, taking his hand and placing it inside your panties. You guide him to circle your clit slowly and he slips his middle finger over your entrance, probably without meaning to, your slick dripping down his hand.

"God, you're soaked. Is this... normal?" he asks curiously and you laugh endearingly.

"Yes. It just means I'm ready for you"

"Um... I don't think you are" he slips a long finger inside, ripping out a lewd moan from you, your walls clenching around him with the sudden invasion. "I don't know if my cock is gonna fit. Your pussy is soo thight" you didn't know if he was dirty talking on purpose or if he was actually thinking about the physics of sex, but either way it was working, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, despite his innocent tone.

"I guess you're gonna have to prep me really good then" you teased and he smiled maliciously, inserting a second finger inside you. You sob a loud moan, his fingers so much thicker than yours. It's been a while since you've done this with someone else, mostly because you were waiting for Gareth to notice you and God was it worth the wait already. He doesn't move for a while, allowing you to get used to the feeling.

"You can move now, curl them upwards a little too" he follows your instructions carefully and watches your face as you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure. He can't help but feel proud of himself. You kiss him passionately and start to roll your hips, riding his fingers. You can feel his cock hardening under you everytime your butt rubs on him as you rocked your hips faster.

"Wait, stop, stop" he breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale and you stop everything immediately. He rests his hands on your sides, looking at the ceiling and breathing in and out slowly. He looks fucked out and you didn't even touch him yet.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just-" his cheeks get red with embarrassment, swallowing loudly, his voice barely a whisper when he admits it. "I was getting close"

"It's okay, Gare. That's the point, isn't it?" you huffed a laugh, moving your hips again ever so slightly. You feel empty now that his fingers are not inside you anymore, but this is about him, not you.

"Nooo, ugh" he whines, resting his head on your shoulder defeatedly. His mouth said no, but his hands guiding your hips back and forth said otherwise. "I wanna... We didn't even... God dammit, y/n, I just wanna last longer for you" his voice sounded like he was hurt, desperation at every breathy whisper.

"Do you ever come twice when you touch yourself?" you asked nonchalantly, as if you were asking a normal everyday question.

"When I- When I what-?" he stutters, trying to understand what you just said and how to answer it.

"Everybody does it. Just answer the question" you roll your eyes at him.

"Y-Yeah"

"Great. We'll just go for round two then"

"But– Fuck, I don't wanna come like this. Wanna feel you..." he breathed heavily and you could tell he was really struggling to hold it in, biting down his lip, eyes squeezed hard.

"Okay. Let's try something else then" you start kneeling on the ground in front of his bed and opening his zipper, helping him take off his pants.

"Is this okay?" you asked and he nodded. You pulled his boxers down and his cock twitched free, thick and pink, a bead of precum sliding down his slightly curved shaft.

"Fuck, you were right. You're really big" you held him with one hand, the heaviness making your body shiver with anticipation.

"Um. Yeah. Is that- is that a good thing?" he questioned and you almost started laughing because being self-conscious about having a big dick is such a Gareth thing. Generally boys would brag or hype themselves up about it. Not Gareth Emerson though. He had a girl kneeling on the ground ready to blow him and still had the nerve to ask if it was a good thing.

"Yeah, most people would say it is" you smiled, smearing his precum down with your thumb, unable to look at anything else but his throbbing pretty cock on your hand.

"Yeah? And what do you think?" he asked, as if only your opinion mattered. Maybe because it was exactly that. He didn't care about what other people thought, as long as you liked it and wanted to do this with him forever, then it was fine for him. Your response was a soft kiss at his tip and then a big lick along his length while maintaining eye contact, doing your best to convey the message.

"Ohh holy fuck– Okay, definitely a good thing then" he almost couldn't bare looking at you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. You started sucking the head of his cock, your soft tongue circling the slit, his hands promptly resting on top of your head. You took him further down your throat, bobbing up and down slowly and stroking with your hand what you couldn't reach. His moans were loud and you could tell he was really close as he held your hair roughly, pressing you down so it would go even deeper, your nose pressed at his soft curls. It didn't take long for his legs to start quivering as he came and you gagged, trying to swallow as much of his cum as you could.

"Fuck, sorry" he released your hair and you lifted up gasping for air, a string of saliva and cum connecting your soft lips to his glistening tip. "Shit. I-I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. That was hot as fuck" you smiled wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He smiled back, offering a hand for you to get up.

"Really?" he hissed a little as you got up, taking your pants and your underwear off. You sit on top of him, his sensitive dick resting between you two as he holds you closer, breathing you in. "But you didn't..."

"It's fine, we still have time. Let's just make out for now, okay?" he barely let you finish the sentence before he was kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue, caressing your spine with featherlight touches and playing with the clasp of your bra.

"Can I take this off?" he asked and you nodded, watching as he took your bra off ceremoniously.

"Can I touch them? Please?" he looked at you with puppy eyes, pupils blown wide with want.

"So polite" you teased with a little laugh, finding immensely cute how he asked permission for every move, Gareth's cheeks getting red to the tip of his ears. "Go ahead" you placed your hands on his knees behind you, exposing your boobs for him. He palmed them softly, his big warm hands contrasting perfectly with the coldness of his rings against your nipples.

"God you're so pretty... Even more perfect than I've imagined" he whispered as he kissed one of your nipples and played with the other.

"You've imagined this?" you giggled. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing but you quite enjoyed how he complimented you so sincerely, how he talked so openly about things he usually avoided even thinking.

"Honestly, a lot more times than I should've. It felt very wrong. Nobody wants to think about things like this with their best friend, but I-I just couldn't help myself. They bounce so beautifully when you walk, oh my god" you both laugh at his pure honesty and you get the courage to admit something too.

"If it brings you any comfort, I've thought about this too. Like a lot. Everytime you caught me staring at your hands I was imagining them over me like this" you grab his hand and guide him all over you, your neck, your boobs, your belly, your thighs. He sighs audibly, touching and admiring every part of you.

"Fuck, don't say stuff like that. I'm already getting hard again" and it was true. He’s so riled up all it took was a little bit of groping and kissing and you could feel his dick twitching against your belly.

"Told you we can just go for round two"

"It's not my fault you're so hot" he squeezes a handfull of your butt, bringing you closer to him.

"You're learning fast" you smile teasingly at him.

"I happen to have the best teacher" he shrugged, smiling back and placing small kisses on your torso.

"Yeah? You ready to learn some more?" you reach down between your bodies, sliding your finger on the side of his cock.

"Yes please" he breathed out, shivering at your touch.

"Do you wanna be on top or is this okay?" you figured it was better to ask, since it's his first time and you want it to be perfect, you want him to feel comfortable and do whatever and however he wants it.

"This is okay, very much okay, I like this" he rambled, still kissing you anywhere he could reach.

"I like this too. Been thinking about riding you since forever"

You lifted yourself up a little, guiding him inside you slowly and he’s incredibly sensitive when you sink down onto him completely, turning into a whimpering mess.

"Wait, fuck, please don't move–" he whined, resting his head on your shoulder and his hands on your hips.

"Is it too much? Do you wanna stop?" you pet his hair, a little worried. You never had quite this reaction with other guys. But again, it is his first time so maybe he's just overwhelmed.

"No, please, no stopping. Just... Give me a minute" he took a few deep breaths and you noticed he was focusing, grounding himself into the moment.

"Okay, look at me baby" you lift his chin up, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Tell me how you're feeling, does it feel good?" you offered calmly, trying to help.

"It feels so good, holy fuck" he choked out, almost a cry. "Nothing could prepare me to this, you're so tight and warm around me" you rest your forehead against his and kiss him smoothly for a while before he starts to gently move your hips back and forth, both moaning into each others lips. He smiles, so happy you're the one sharing such a special and intimate moment with him.

You start to move faster and bounce up and down on his cock, so deep and full you swear you could feel him through your stomach. You moaned softly while Gareth gasped and whimpered.

"You almost there? Wanna come with you" he asked, voice a little desperate, somehow thinking about your pleasure over his in a moment like this. You didn't answer, instead guiding his hand between you. He understood, remembering what you taught him earlier. He pressed tight circles against your swollen clit and thrust up into you instinctively, making you moan loudly. You start riding him faster, meeting his thrusts and he takes it as a sign he's doing something right. It only takes a few moments before you're coming, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him and with that he comes too, cursing and holding you close to him by your hips while he rests his head on your chest.

He places your limp body on the bed and kisses your shoulder before laying down next to you and cuddling up. You allow him, because of course he's a cuddler after sex.

You wake up to the sound of Gareth's mom pulling up on their driveway. Huh, weird. His mom works the night shift, so she's usually home pretty late. You look over to the clock on his bedside and notice it's almost midnight. Shit. Your curfew is 10pm!

"Shit! Shit shit shit" you get up, searching for your clothes on the ground quickly.

"What- Y/N, Everything okay? What happened?" Gareth wakes up confused, watching as you frantically got ready.

"It's past my curfew! I have to go" you answered, running to the side of the bed to grab your backpack.

"Wait wait–" he grabbed your wrist where he stayed on the bed, looking at you with so much affection on his eyes. "C-Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I mean, yeah. We have Hellfire tomorrow" except you were so worried about your curfew, that his look and his invite flew over your head.

"Oh." Oh. Gareth understood it now. You only did that because of the lie. It was foolish and selfish of him to think you'd want to be with him after he lied about your relationship and got you into this mess. He let go of your wrist, forcing a smile. "Okay. See you there then"

You smiled back and left his room.

After that, Gareth was sure you didn't actually like him. You were just... helping a friend out. Because that's what friends do. Right?

When you arrived the next day at Hellfire all the heads turned to you. You knew they were all waiting anxiously to ask you about it and Eddie was the one to finally do it as you sat next to Gareth instead of your usual seat at the table.

"Sooo, y/n... Gareth told me about you two..." Eddie crossed his arms and smiled smugly.

"Um, yeah, We're..." together? dating? just fucking? no. None of these seem right. Gareth didn't know how to put it into words and honestly you didn't know either. Because you knew there were feelings involved, you confirmed it the night before with all the soft smiles and heated kisses. And he thought he felt it too, but you left so abruptly he couldn't help but think it was a one time thing.

"We're something! We haven't labeled it yet." you grabbed his arm, pulling him close to you. "Right Gare?" you winked at him. Right, the lie. Gareth had been so lost on his thoughts he almost forgot about it.

"R-right. That's why we didn't tell you guys before"

"Yeah, makes sense... So tell me, how long has this been going on?" Eddie asked, eyebrows raised because he was not convinced at all.

"Two months!"

"Two weeks!" you answer in unison. Dammit Gareth, if you can't lie just shut up!

"Well I've been all over him for two months. But he's a little oblivious, so it's catching up to him only now" you pat him on the chest, laughing and Eddie laughed back.

"Right, right." He didn't sound convinced at all. You pressed a gentle kiss on Gareth's cheek and Eddie smiled. "Well, I'm happy you guys are happy"

"We are. Thanks Eds" you answered, relieved to see him almost believe in it.

"Cheers to you my man. Sorry we didn't believe you before" Eddie patted Gareth on the back and turned his attention to the board, changing the subject. You sighed, your hand finding Gareth's and intertwining your fingers. You didn't think much of it, other than it was a cute thing you've always wanted to do and now you could. Gareth was about to protest when you smiled at him. It's all part of the play, isn't it? You were pretending to be a couple and it had to be believable, after all.

The rest of the night went by fast. Nobody made any comments and you and Gareth acted normally aside from the hand holding.

As the campaign ended for the night and all the boys left, you stayed behind with Gareth, waiting for him to get ready and take you home, like he always did. He grabbed his papers, stuffed them in his backpack and approached you near the door. As you reached to hold his hand again, he flinched away.

"They're gone now. We don't have to keep pretending." he said dryly, almost as if he was mad, catching you by surprise.

"Oh. Sorry, I thought..." you thought it meant something. You thought he felt it too, the connection, the affection, how it felt so right to be together. You felt your eyes begin to water. "Nevermind" Guess not. Maybe he really was just using you to brag to his friends and now that it was done he didn't need you anymore.

"Wait" he reacted as he heard your trembling voice. "Did you... do you... like me?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh my god, Gare. Did you really thought I did all this just to cover up a little lie? Of course I like you, dumbass" you admitted, facepalming at his obliviousness.

"But- You left so fast. I thought maybe you regretted it"

"What? No! I wanted to stay" you grabbed his hand, playing with his rings and he let you this time. "But I had to leave because it was past my curfew. I literally told you that before I left"

"Sorry. I was sleepy and very confused" Gareth laughed, because how could he interpret things so wrong all the time. You laughed too.

"Just for the record, I didn't regret it one bit"

"Me neither." he whispered, resting his forehead on yours, his hands on your hips. "Couldn't stop thinking about you all day"

You kissed him, your lips barely touching his, soft and gentle.

"Would you like to... go out with me... maybe?" he smiled shyly, his cheeks a beautiful crimson.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Let's go right now" you kissed him again, quickly, grabbing his hand and guiding him outside the room. He laughed at your excitement, holding your hand strongly.

You go on a bunch of dates over the next few weeks. You're always showing him new things, making your relationship so easy and fun, full of love and honesty. He's so glad you're the one being on his side through all his firsts and you're so grateful he lets you.

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gareth emerson headcanons

gareth emerson x fem!reader. some headcanons are nsfw so this is 18+ (minors do not interact. go elsewhere. now.)

word count: 798

warnings: swearing, sexual scenarios, fluff

a/n: i have been on an unbelievable gareth kick lately. i kid you not, i want to throw up because he's so cute. it’s infuriating. <33

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-i have been convinced by the rest of the void that gareth has sisters and i haven’t been the same since. in my head, there are two, and they’re younger, and he’s this sweet ass older brother.

-when his sisters see you with a braid in your hair when you're over one day, they want you to teach them how to do that. you’re more than happy to agree, but whisper to them, "maybe your brother will let you practice on his hair." it only makes the best sense, since you won’t always be there to help them. they are more than thrilled with the idea.

-gareth sees the three of you conspiring in the living room. “are you plotting my murder with a couple of children?” you burst out laughing and they patter over to reveal their master plan to him. “oh, she said that did she?” his eyes find yous over the top of their heads. “yeah, okay. you can practice on me whenever you want.”

-he swears constantly in front of them too, but will always turn around with a hurried, “don’t repeat that. you heard nothing. nothing, i tell you.”

-can and will fall asleep anywhere. if you're the one driving, gareth is going to sleep. do not count on having conversation with him, because he's already sliding down in the passenger seat, taking a little nap. it doesn’t matter if it’s the shittiest road known to man. he’s gonna sleep. one day you caught him slipping a small pillow in your glove compartment, and when you questioned his action, he shushed you and said, "for my naps. duh."

-pizza fiend. loves that shit. wants it way too often. you’re sitting on the couch with him and look over, asking “what do you want for dinner, baby?” and he turns his head, curls swaying, this dumb ass grin on his face. “we could go get pizza, baby.”

-if you shift because your back is tense, or your hip is starting to hurt, or your shoulder, anything--he's on it. "what’s wrong, princess? somethin’ hurtin'? want me to rub it?" he doesn't like for you to be in pain in any way.

-sometimes he forgets it's okay to buy himself something or do something for his own pleasure. whenever he's got extra cash, he wants to buy his siblings something, or even you, or just make sure he's got some money saved. so when there's a new album out, or a pin in the fifty cent bin at the record store that he likes, you have to remind him that it's okay to get himself something too.

-one time you had a slip-up, and called him "gare bear," but he liked it. you'd just gotten to his house, and let yourself in. "where's my gare bear?" you'd said, calling out since he wasn't in the living room, not really thinking about your words. like that, he appeared, poking his head out down the hall, smile on his face, cheeks pinked. "did you just call me 'gare bear'? holy shit, you're so in love with me." and he'd practically cackled.

-but the next time to called for him, asking, "gareth? can you bring me my notebook?" he'd shown up, notebook in hand, and pouted at you. "what happened to 'gare bear,' huh?"

-gareth can be a fucking tease sometimes. he'll slide up behind you and start rubbing his hands up and down your sides, your hips, start pressing hot kisses to your neck, tongue meeting your skin every few seconds. or maybe you're in bed, lying on your back reading, and he shows up, straddles your thighs, and starts doing the same thing. touching you. kissing wherever there is skin exposed. and then he'll leave. he'll hop up and go back to whatever he was doing. leaving you there, a smile on his face and lips all swollen from loving on you.

-his resting face tends to make him look like a grump. he once told you that people used to pick on him for looking so mean all the time, but you fixed that. you’d squished your hands against his cheeks, proclaiming, “you’re my grump.”

-likes to be told he’s pretty. you were the first person who said so, and he blushes every time you point it out. because he is so so pretty. maybe he picks you up for school. “mornin’ pretty boy.” he’s smiling and stifling a giggle. maybe he’s sitting on the couch and you’re running your hands up his tummy, his thighs, and he shivers. “feel good, pretty boy?” he groans. “y—yeah, yeah. shit.” and he slaps his hand against the armrest, finding it hard to believe that the nickname makes him feel so loved and so hot all over at once.

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