#gareth emerson x reader

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The Whore of Babylon

18+ | Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Kevin x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends are Virgins, and His Girlfriend has a Virginity kink

Warnings: lowkey cuck Eddie, sexualization of the reader, teasing, Virgin kink, panty sniffing (mentions of past panty stealing), Eddie teaches the boys how to pleasure a woman, Oral sex (f receiving from all 4), hand jobs, Vaginal sex, condom use, bi Eddie, Bi Jeff, Questioning Gareth (he kisses Eddie in this), spit, multiple orgasms (6), praise and degradation, cum play, Master kink... i really hope i got it all but this one is really dirty

word count: 7.1k

All her boys came over after a long-awaited game of hellfire. Being separated at different colleges and jobs made it hard to play once a week, it became more like once a month now. They used this time together to party, have a few beers, joints and way too much pizza.

Like clockwork, she moves the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen and wanders back into the main room of the trailer she shared with Eddie. She sits in his lap as the party starts to come to a close, whispering something in his ear as his hands trail up her bare legs and under her skirt. 

This was usually the boy's queue to get going. 

“Seriously?” Gareth complains for the group as they all groan, “we’re having fun, do we really have to leave just so you two can fuck all night instead?” 

“Awe, are the virgins jealous?” She teases Gareth, Jeff and Kev with a pout. 

“No…” he’s defensive but his cheeks and neck heat up a cute shade of pink which lets her know he’s lying. 

She looks at Eddie, carefully, talking to him with her eyes, “you really want to?” Eddie knows exactly what she means, and she nods. “okay… should you tell them or should I?” 

“Tell uth what?” Jeff asks, his adorable lisp making her smile. 

She loved all of them, they were all her best friends before they introduced her to Eddie. Being in the same grade, she grew up with these 3 boys, they were her best friends, she knew more about them than anyone else, they were her boys. 

It wasn’t her fault that she fell for Eddie, and none of them held it against her… It was just really hard for them to know that she was getting railed by the dungeon master most nights while they were all virgins, and slightly pining for her. She knew they were, she always did, but the feelings weren’t fully reciprocated. She loved them, she thought they were all handsome and sweet in their own ways, but Eddie was the love of her life. 

She thought they’d get girlfriends, or boyfriends even, at some point… but the older they got, the longer they waited and it was getting embarrassing at this point. They all talked about how hard it was being a virgin in their 20s while Eddie always made being a sex god look so easy. 

Time and time again, Eddie told them they just needed to break the seal. They just needed to let loose and sleep with someone, then it wouldn’t be as scary… then maybe they’d find something more. Since meeting Y/N, he was always insisting that making love was better than random hookups, making the boys jealous even further. 

“Well,” she looks at Eddie and then back to the boys, focusing mostly on Gareth as he had it the worst for her. “What if you let me take your virginities?” 

They’re silent. For the first time ever, none of the boys have any words. 

“I think I broke them,” she whispers to Eddie, making him laugh. 

“She’s not kidding,” Eddie adds, “she’s talked about this for the last 2 years… we just didn’t think it would ever come to this.” 

“I thought there would be no way we’d all hit 21 and I’d still be the only one of us having sex,” she tries to cover up the truth he just spilled. 

“and…” he wants her to tell them. “Go on, share with them how much of a dirty whore you can be.” 

She shifts in his lap, anxiously fighting the heat in her stomach as it grows and feeling just how hard he was under her. He was thinking about all his friends taking turns with his girl, how hot it would be to see them try to ruin her but all she wants is for him to show them how it’s done…

“I have this dream,” she starts softly, avoiding the boy's eye contact as they all gather around her, sitting on the floor in front of Eddies lazy boy, looking up at her in awe, it felt like storytime. Gareth on her right, Jeff on her left, and Kevin smack dab in the middle. He didn’t know it yet, but he had the best seat in the house.

“Go on,” Eddie encourages her even more. 

“I really like the thought of taking someone's virginity, and so seeing as Eddie was already deflowered when I got him i didn’t get to really experience it… but there’s something so satisfying about watching a man lose it all for you, being the first person he slips into… ruining him for everyone else—

“She’s good at that part,” he warns them. 

She shrugs, proud of herself. “I really love Eddie, you guys need to know that, this is just a kink for me and if you don’t want to ruin the friendship, I get it. But the offer stands, for any or all of you.” 

“Yes!” Gareth is the first to offer, sitting on his knees and moving in closer. “Please?” 

She giggles, “what about you two?” 

Jeff nods, unable to find any words to say and Kevin mumbles, “uh-ye—mhmm.” 

“Good,” she smirks and sits on Eddie, reverse cowgirl, back to his chest and legs spread. “Now, time for the ground rules, boys.” 

They all nod, moving in even closer to her, all sprouting cute little bulges in their jeans and silently fighting their way to be first in line to fuck her. 

She puts out her hand and Eddie fishes a box of condoms out from the side pocket of his chair, placing them in her palm. “First things first, you’re all wearing raincoats. I only plan on making you god-fathers in the future. Distant, future at that.” 

It makes them all laugh, which makes her feel a little more at ease. The last thing she wanted was to completely ruin their friendships. 

“Second, no kissing on the mouth,” she looks right at Kevin, more than once he’s gotten drunk and tried to kiss her, always ashamed after but she never held it against him. He was a flirty, cuddly drunk, hes also tried to kiss Jeff. 

“No affectionate pet names either, you are not allowed to get attached to me, this is a dirty one off and then I expect you to take what you’ve learned and apply it out there in the real world,” she explained carefully. “Got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Gareth answers and the other two nod, following his lead as always. 

With her legs spread already, she leans back against eddies chest and lets him lift her skirt up, showing off his girl like he just popped the hood on a Ferrari. 

“Third rule,” Eddie speaks this time, voice deep and low, something only she’s really heard. His hand ghosts over her panties, “if she says stop, you stop. I doubt you three will last long enough to get crazy with her, but it has to be said.” 

“Obviously, man,” Jeff understands, reaching out to place his hand on her ankle and feel up her soft skin. 

“We’re going to treat her like treasure,” Kevin adds, staring right at the wet patch forming in her pink panties. “Long awaited, ever so rewarding, treasure.” 

Eddie groans in her ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. His free hand snakes up her chest and palms at her breast, while the other works tiny circles over her clothed clit,  “should I give them a run down on what you like?” 

She nods, melted into his touch, “teach ‘em how it’s done.” 

“Lift,” he instructs and she moves her feet to rest on the seat, beside his knees as she lifts her hips up, giving him the opportunity to push her panties to her knees before she sat down on his lap again. “Boys, would you mind?” 

They rush to help them come off the rest of the way and then fight for who gets to hold them, “hey,” Eddie calls their attention back to her. 

“Gareth,” she delegates, “you can have them."

He takes them from Kevin and holds them to his face, breathing in her scent while his other hand palmed over his jeans, he groaned, “sweet Jesus.” 

“He’s the only one who hasn’t stolen a pair yet,” she teases.

The other two look embarrassed immediately. “How?” 

“I know what I leave here,” she smirks. “So when I come back and my panties aren’t in his drawer anymore, but you were in his room last, then I know. But I don’t mind.” 

Eddies ring-covered hand has been cupped around her cunt the whole time, not letting them get a look at the goods while they acted like this. “You guys ready to learn or what?” 

They straighten back up, desperate for the show to begin. 

With two fingers he spreads her pussy lips apart, “this my friends, is a pussy of epic proportions. Juicy, delicious, she can take a beating and always comes back wanting more… for me, at least.” 

It was only slightly embarrassing, but the way the boys drooled over her made her feel better than ever. It was so fucking nice to be desired like this. She felt like a centrefold in playboy and it was actually really, really nice. 

Eddie kisses her cheek gently as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. “Who did you want to go first?” He whispers. 

“Gareth,” she all but moans his name. 

“You heard her, scoot,” he instructs the boys out of the way so that Gareth can sit right in front of her. He crawls over on his knees, resting his hands on her knees and soothing them down her thighs.

“Gare-bear, can you show the class where the clit is, please?” Eddie asks, using his nickname as a way to remind him who was in charge. 

He looks puzzled, causing Eddie to suck his teeth, “how do you plan on pleasing a woman if you don’t know what that is?” 

“I—

“Save it,” Eddie pushes him back and stands up with Y/N in his arms. He slams her down on the chair and gets on his knees with the other boys. 

“Strip,” he instructs her and she misses no time ripping off her tank top, pushing her skirt to the floor and flinging her bra halfway across the room before she sat back down on the lazy boy and spread her legs for him. 

The boys all groan, it’s a symphony of pleasure that she’s been secretly dying to hear since they all hit puberty. 

Eddie spreads her pussy open once more and places his index finger right on her clit, “this right here, this is the clit. She’s sometimes hidden under the hood, kinda like foreskin, but she’s 10 times more sensitive than the head of your cock and she’ll never disappoint you if you pay attention to her.” 

Y/N can’t help but moans as he applies more pressure and mores his finger around in circles. He dips down to her whole, gathering up her wetness with the pads of his forefingers and rubbing it into her clit. It feels so good, being touched and being watched, she can’t help her back as it arches or the sounds that leave her whorish little mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth can barely breathe. “That’s it?” 

“No,” Eddie smirks at him first and then moves in closer to Y/N. “It helps the most, but that’s not all you need.” His lips collide with her inner thigh as he kisses towards her centre. “It’s about attention to detail, you can’t just go from 0 to 4th gear and expect to win the race, you need to rev her up a bit, work the gears and then fuck her into overdrive.” 

“Please,” she begs, gripping the armrest of the chair like her life depended on it, feeling emptier than ever before. 

“See,” Eddie chuckles against her skin, kissing her underwear line, edging impossibly close to eating her out when he knew he was supposed to let Gareth go first. 

He can’t help himself, he takes one long lick, spreading his whole tongue along her cunt, he was addicted to her taste. He moans against her, tongue deep inside while the tip of his nose budged at her clit. She gripped his hair, moaning at how good it was but she pulled him away anyway, “baby, come on.” 

“Sorry,” he looked up at he with lust-blown eyes, face already covered in her. “I had to get the first lick, but at least you know what to do now, Gare.” 

Gareth couldn’t believe he was next, he let Eddie move out of the way and then got impossibly close to her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right to the edge, “ready?” 

She nods, not expecting him to go in just as hard as Eddie, but if she knew anything about Gareth, he was competitive. Especially as Eddie’s back-up singer. He was a quick learner, she’ll give him that, because the second his mouth is on her, he’s sucking on her clit like his life depends on it. 

She runs her fingers through his short, curly hair, it’s so soft and she’s not used to something this short to hold onto, but she likes it. She grinds her hips along with his movements, letting him know just how good he feels on her. “I’m— I’m so, fuck, close already…” 

Gareth peaks up at her, dragging his tongue over her in a serpentine motion, never breaking eye contact. She cups his face, holding him closer as his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit and then he stops, “can I finger you?” 

She nods, “fuck yeah, you can, Mr. Drummer.” 

He smirks and then slips his two middle fingers into his own mouth, he swirls his tongue around them in preparation. When they’re wet enough, he teases her hole with a smirk, shaking his head at how fucking insane this felt and overjoyed to finally be there. He’s gentile at first, watching his fingers go in and out of her slowly as he soaked it all in. It was really happening. 

“Curl them,” Eddie gives him a tip from the sideline, “feel that spongey texture? Thats her g-spot, so when you hit that and her clit at the same time, it’ll make her tremble.” 

He listens well, curing his fingers and returning his tongue to her clit. He pumps into her with quick, short thrusts, making an absolute mess as she finally came on his fingers with a shout. 

Eddie clapped, “‘atta boy!! See fellas, that’s how it’s done.”

Gareth pulls out with a grin, “that was so fucking cool,” he muses before shoving his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.  

She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair again, smiling at him as she sits up, “oh, my god, dude. The ladies are going to love you.” 

“You think?” His eyes gleam with pride. 

“Absolutely,” she ruffles his hair and then pats his cheek, “but it’s Jeff's turn now…” 

“Really?” He perks up, looking at her with big eyes, “for…” 

“I don’t plan on sending you boys out into the world without a lesson,” she calls him over with a wink. “Come get a taste.” 

“Let me just,” he turns away, putting his fingers in his mouth and popping out his retainer. He places the slobbery thing on the coffee table and then makes his way over. “Can I take my shirt off?” 

She nods, “of course, you guys can do whatever, get comfortable.” 

He pulls his shirt off so quickly and moves in closer to her. He’s ripped, buffer than she remembered with the sexiest dusting of chest hair. He takes a softer approach, he kisses her thighs and caresses her skin with his cheek, possibly making up for his rough, calloused fingers. 

He was so gentile, even with his tongue. He listened to Eddie's words from before, paying attention to her clit while his pointer finger swirled around the cum gathering at her hole, using it as lube when he eventually pushed the digit inside of her. He curls it slightly, rubbing the interesting texture with curiosity, making her thighs twitch. 

“Christ,” she wants to toss her head back more, arch her back higher, but she’s trapped in the uncomfortable, brown suede recliner she’s been fucked in too many times already. 

“Hold on a sec? I just wanna lie down,” she explains as she pets Jeffs cheek, assuring him it’s not an issue with him. “I’m uncomfortable up here.” 

He nods and helps her to the carpet, not noticing Eddie had run out to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets, “here, put them under her for leverage.” 

The boys listened well, they moved the table out of the way and laid down the blanket first and then got her all comfortable. They wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. 

Jeff crawled back between her legs, and Kev sat awkwardly beside her, watching and feeling only a slight bit left out. As soon as Jeff began to continue, she reached over for Kevin to hold his and bring it to her boob, “you can play with them…” 

“Yeah?” He gets down lover, laying on his side so he can palm one boob and kiss the other. With a small boost in confidence, he takes her nipple in his mouth and moans around her. She knew he’d love that. 

His hair was sweaty from simply watching, but that didn’t stop her from petting his curls. She simply loved touching. She was always so touch starved, she’s cuddled with all of them more than once, she’s had sleepovers with them and hugged them randomly just for closeness… this was so, so much better. 

Gareth is watching it all with a hand on his cock, still shaking his head at how fucking insane this all is, but not wanting to change a single thing. All he wondered was if he was going to be the first to slip inside of her or not, he didn’t want to get too carried away in his thoughts, but his hand felt so good as he watched on. 

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Gareth’s shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Man, I can’t believe you got her…” 

Eddie smirks, “I know, right?” 

She’s completely lost in the moment, not listening in the slightest as she cums a second time for Jeff and Kevin basically pushes him away so he can have his turn. But when Jeff kneels beside her, she reaches for his belt and starts to unbuckle it. They get him out of his pants and boxers and suddenly it’s only the two of them who are naked. 

She strokes his hard cock, he’s slimmer than Eddie but definitely longer. It was so impressive. Cut, tip glistening and balls full. Even Eddie’s jaw dropped when he saw it. “dude…” 

“What?” 

Gareth’s eyes are wide, Kev looks up at him, face covered in pussy juice already. “Holy shit, man?” 

“What?!” He gets self-conscious. 

“They’re jealous,” she smirks up at him. “I know Eddie is cause he isn’t cut…” 

“Oh,” Jeff thinks nothing of it. 

“But size doesn’t matter,” she reaffirms. “If you know what you’re doing anything can work.” 

“Anything?” Kev wonders, innocently. 

She nods, “wanna show me what you’ve got?” 

He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his jeans quickly, he was chubby and soft, hairy tummy leading down his happy trail to a decent sized, girthy, cock standing tall around his untamed pubic hair. 

“Babe, where are the condoms?” She asks Eddie, “Kev can go first, give him one.” 

“Fuck,” Gareth mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed. 

She peers past Kev to look at him, “you got to make me cum already, give him a chance. My clit is so sensitive right now, I need something more… but you come here,” she points to her other side, jerking Jeff off still on the other side again. 

Kevin gets gloved up and lines up with her, feeling up her thighs nervously, she looks up at him with kind eyes, “ready, Kev?”  

He nods, “I’m sorry in advance if I’m not good…” 

“Take your time, enjoy it, I will too,” she assures him with a smile that grows dark. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.” 

When he slips in slowly with a groan, “oh my god…” 

Eddie smirks, “one down.” 

“Fuck,” she whimpers as he bottoms out, the stretch was nice and feeling him against her, between her legs, was just as wonderful. 

Laying on her back, completely, she turns to Gareth with a smile, he was watching her boobs giggle as Kev began to thrust. “Take these off,” she taps on Gareth’s jean-clad thigh. 

He gets out of his jeans as quickly as possible, tossing his shirt away while he’s at it. 

She tries to watch, but paying attention was hard when Kev’s thrusts started to pick up, “Oh, I knew you’d be cute…” she compliments him as her back arches, she moans, gripping her breast again, “shit…” 

“What?” He blushes. 

Jeff laughs, stroking his own cock now as she put her attention on Gareth. “She thinks you’re tiny,” he attempts to tease him. 

“No,” she smacks Jeff’s thigh and moans again. “Shit, Kev, right there…” 

They all turn their attention to Kevin, not expecting him to do as well as he was. He was the Bass player after all, always the forgotten one. But he fucked her with a passion, he had rhythm and power and he knew what he was doing. “more… more, please?” 

Gareth reaches a hand out to rub her clit, helping Kev along as he focuses on keeping his cool. He bit his lip, eyes closed as he kept going, he wanted her to cum first and then he’d let himself go, like a true gentleman. “Oh, fuck,” she reaches out for Jeff’s hand and pulls him closer, shoving his face into her tits as a silent instruction to suck. 

He was good with his mouth, covering her breasts in hickies as she chased her next orgasm. She honestly had no clue what number she was on at this point, and she didn’t care as she felt Kevin stutter and still inside of her as he filled the condom with a grunt. His grip on her knees tightened, “fuuuck….” 

She giggled, proud of her buddy. The other two get antsy, they silently fight with each other with pointed looks back and forth, both wanting to be next. “Boys…” Eddie finally speaks up, “let Kevin pull out before you kill each other.” 

She laughs again, “Jeff, do you mind if Gareth goes next?”

He shakes his head, “I guess not…” 

“I’m just saving the best for last,” she runs her hand over his thigh gently with a wink. 

Kevin pulled out, laughing to himself at how fucking wild it was that he just fucked his best friend, no longer a virgin. She sits up between them, accepting a glass of water from Eddie and taking a few sips as the boys exchange places. Kev sits beside her again, only in his boxers now. He pulls her into a quick side hug and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Thank you.” 

She laughs, “you’re welcome, buddy.” 

Gareth rolled a condom on with haste, waiting not so patiently for her to finish her water and pick a new position, “this is fucking wild… like, am I dreaming?” 

Eddie laughs again, “it’s about fucking time this happened. She’s wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

“Shut up,” she glares at him. 

“Even before I knew about her virginity kink, she has a soft spot for you, Gare-Bear,” Eddie can’t help himself, it was fun for him to rub it in that he won her in the end. 

“You’re lying,” Gareth doesn’t believe it anyway. “You had years to fuck me before we even introduced you to him?” He points at Eddie. 

“I think you’re cute, okay? And I know you’ll make a girl very happy one day… that being said, you wanna fuck me or not?” She wasn’t interested in explaining her long-gone childhood crush right now. 

She handed the glass to Eddie, “be nice, please…” 

He snarled at her but then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in and kissing her with a passion, marking his territory for all the boys to remember. 

She pushes him back with a smile, “you’ll get your turn.” 

“And then forever?” 

She nods, “now let me get back to it.” 

“Okay,” he puts his free hand up in defence as he backed away, “have fun…” 

She sits in Gareth’s lap, hovering over his cock with her hands resting on his shoulders. “Figured you’d like this view better…” 

She gets to watch his face, up close and personal, as he slips inside of her for the first time. She gets to watch his pupils dilate, his breath hitch and his body quiver. “Oh my god…” 

She kisses his cheek and down his neck as she started to ride him. As she picked up the pace, Gareth struggled to keep his eyes open, swallowed up by the pleasure of her fucking herself on his cock. His hands rested on her hips and slowly migrated to her ass, he squeezed her cheeks firmly and then slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp. 

“I can’t believe you held out on me all these years,” he groans, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, “if I knew you were such a dirty whore deep down I would’ve offered to fuck you years ago…” 

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she teases, knowing if she pushed him hard enough he would snap, just like Eddie. “I was waiting to be corrupted, I think we both were…” 

He holds her still, not letting her move and so she whines, wanting more of him. “You’re right,” he stares at her lips, “you have corrupted me.” 

She smirks, “now show me what you’ve learned.” 

He sits up on his knees, holding her lover back with both hands so he stayed inside of her, “pillows, now,” he makes Jeff hand them both over, he stacks them for Gareth and then he rests her lower back on them. When he starts thrusting again, he smiles while watching her tits jiggle, “good god… oh, fuck, I’m never going to be the same.” 

“Good, huh?” Eddie whispers in his ear, making Gareth's eyes flutter, turned on more than ever before. “Nothing is quite as good as her tight little pussy and her perfect tits, look at how she’s laid out for you, buddy…”

Gareth groans, “fuck, I wish I could kiss her,” he lets his true feelings out. “Not doing anything with my mouth is fuckin weird… shit,” he’s having the time of his life fucking her into the blanket-covered carpet, “and I’m talking too much, right?”

Eddie smirks, “she said you can’t kiss her, but nothing about me…” he places a kiss on Gareth’s bare shoulder and along his neck as he moaned. “I always thought you’d be soft…” 

Jeff and Kevin look at each other in shock and awe, they knew Eddie was bi, and so is Jeff… but Gareth has never said a word about the subject. He was pining so hard for Y/N and competing toe-to-toe with Eddie for so long, he must’ve built up some attraction to him, too. 

The sight of her boyfriend making out with her best friend as said friend fucks her is a scene, unlike anything her wildest dreams could conjure up. She grips her breasts and grinds back against his cock, moaning with each thrust when Eddie’s hand comes down to rub her clit. 

Gareth swats his hand out of the way and bites his lip quickly, letting it go when Eddie yelped, “right now, she’s mine.” 

Eddie goes to fight back but Y/N’s guttural moan granted her all of his attention, “fuck, Gare… please, please?” 

He rubs her clit and fucks her faster, hunching over her he balances with one hand on the ground beside her hip, giving him the perfect leverage to suck on her tits at the same time. And she was in heaven. Her hands came up to scratch his back, digging in deep as Gareth pounded her into the carpet and made her scream. 

Her back arches even further as she cums, her nails dig so deep into him he yelps, but it feels so good mixed with how tight she got around his cock just then. “Fuck,” he groans, “take it, take it! Fuck, that’s it, oh man, cum on my cock like a—fuck, like a good little whore…” he’s shaking as he tries to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm before he even dares reach his own. 

He drops against her chest and ruts into her faster, he buries his face into her neck and covers her in kisses and praise, “oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you,” he kisses both her cheeks and her forehead. “I can’t fucking believe that just happened.” 

She cups his face and giggles as she looks up at him, all fucked out with rosy cheeks down to his chest and sweaty hair, “believe it or not, but you’re still inside of me.” 

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he sits up on his knees and goes to pull out slowly with a shutter. “Sweet christ almighty…” 

Eddie giggles as he watches, “she gets real creamy around 4 orgasms.” 

Jeff was practically on the verge of exploding he was so hard, that the head of his cock was dripping as he ignored it. 

She sits back up as soon as she’s calmed down enough to move again, “holy shit…” 

Gareth is a blushing mess, unable to even look at her but she pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. “You did wonderfully.” 

He kisses the top of her head, resting his cheek against her hair with a smile, “that was awesome.” 

She laughs and turns to the last virgin in the room, “it was… but, Jeffery, you’re up.” 

He anxiously nods, taking a condom from Eddie and rolling it over his own length. “H-how d’you—

“What would you like?” She cuts him off, crawling over to him with a sweet smile, “just, go easy on me?” 

He nods, feverishly, “yeah, yeah, um…” he takes a second to think, “missionary is good, I guess?” 

She laughs and pulls him in for a hug, resting her weight on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his buff shoulders, “thank god… I’m so fucked out I don’t think I could ride you if you paid me.” 

“Do you want more water?” Jeff worries as he rubs her back, “or a snack? I think you still have those two-bite brownies left… you know the good ones from KFC? I saw them in the fridge earlier.” 

It makes her giggle, “I’m okay, very, very okay,” she pulls away from him with a smirk, “Eddie’s record with me in one night is 9 currently, this is nothing.” 

He awkwardly laughs, “nine? Seriously?” The other boys laugh, too, watching on as Jeff gets the most affection from her.

She nods, very proud, “wanna bring me to number 5 now?” 

He nods, “are you ready?” 

“Absolutely,” she gives him all the consent in the world with that and her beautiful smile. 

He lays her back gently, spreading her legs and getting between them, finally. He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, hoping this memory lasted a very long time after it inevitably ended. 

He slips in slowly, going inch by inch and letting her adjust, but also fascinated with the view of her taking his length. He angles her hips up, stealing the pillows back and shoving them under her, “how are you still so fucking tight?” 

Eddie’s dark chuckle makes her head turn to him, she almost forgot he was there, so blissed out from being passed around their friends all night. “Isn’t she fucking fantastic.” 

He’s been slowly stripping himself from his clothes with each round, leaving him in just his checkered, red, boxers. He palmed himself gently every so often, hearing her cum so much and having nothing to do with it made his cock twitch, but nothing got him off quite like being alone with her. 

Jeff starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into her again and again as she laid there and took it with pride. Arms laid flat on the carpet, Jeff held her hips and manhandled her on and off his cock like she was nothing, it was quite the sight to see. All the boys were quite amazed. 

Eddie crawls over and reaches for her hand, holding it gently and caressing her with his thumb. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, being treated like a queen by her 4 favourite boys while simultaneously quadrupling her body count. 

Jeff reaches out his hand, “spit,” he instructs Eddie and he does just that. Spitting in his hand so he can bring it to Y/N’s swollen clit for some added glide. His once gentle demeanour now gone, lust overtook him. He was getting carried away, “are you close?” 

She whined, “ye-yeah.” 

Eddie brushes some sweaty hairs off her face, watching her eyes roll back as yet another orgasm built in her stomach and exploded through her veins in glorious waves of euphoria. 

“Jeff, oh my god,” she reaches out for him, running her fingers over his abs each time he thrusts back in. “Please, please?” 

“Let go, princess,” Eddie encourages her. “Show him how much tighter you get when you cum.” 

“Show me,” his grip tightens and his rhythm changes. The desperation in his voice is what sends her over the edge more than anything. 

She gives him what he was searching for, she cums with a gasp as he stills inside of her, deeper than ever, she can feel him fill the condom. He grunts, “holy fucking shit.” 

She wants to moan but she’s lost her voice, cumming so hard her eyes water while her body spasms. “Holy…” he wipes his brow with a sigh, “fuck.” 

He pulls out and helps her into a sitting position, carrying on the tradition of kissing her forehead before passing her on to the next one.

Only this time, it was Thee One. 

“Eddie,” she reaches out for him, crawling away from Jeff and right into eddies lap. 

“Hi, my baby,” he pets her face gently, “how’re you feeling?” 

She takes a deep breath and smiled at him, her body felt like an overcooked spaghetti noodle so she clung to him like her life depended on it, “I’m really good now… how are my boys?” 

“Amazing,” Kevin answers, barely still awake as he watches from the couch, all cuddled up with a blanket. 

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gareth adds, rolling a joint, sitting in the corner in his boxers. 

“What they said,” Jeff, points, cleaning himself up and looking for his clothes in the mess they’ve all left behind. 

“Good,” she rests her chin against Eddie’s shoulder with a sigh. “You guys staying here tonight?” 

They all hum in agreement, “cool,” she gives them a weak thumbs up and wraps herself back around Eddie, “take me to bed, lover.” 

“Yes, princess,” he smacks her asscheek lightly, standing up with her and then picking her up bridal style. “Lock the door and turn out the lights, fellas.” 

He brings her back to his room and lays her down on his bed gently. Immediately he places his hands on her cheeks, “be honest, bedtime or my turn?” 

She giggles as she sits up a bit, holding his face in her hands, too. “It’s time to show them who I really belong to.” 

He growls as he leans in for a kiss, biting her bottom lip instead and holding it between his teeth until he pulls away, “do you really belong to me, though?” 

She doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she’s excited nonetheless. She just nods, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes. 

“That little show in there proved otherwise… you reminded me of someone, actually. You’re no longer a princess, you’re a queen.”

“What kind of queen does the things I just did?” She wonders, still having no idea where he was going with this. 

“Semiramis, The Whore of Babylon… ” he shrugs, slightly embarrassed whenever he goes full nerd in the bedroom. “Although, she is Nimrod's wife, so I guess that makes me,” he points at himself with a look of confusion, simply trying to make her laugh some more. 

She knew this trick. The more she laughed, the more it proved she was truly ready, willing and up for another round, the last thing he wanted was for her to say yes and not truly mean it. 

“My Nimrod,” she caresses his cheek, pushing his hair back and behind his ear, “I told you it’s an affectionate nickname.” 

He smiles, shaking his head, “it’s a good thing I love you.” 

“If you didn’t, I have 3 other suitors,” she teases him. “And they’re waiting for one last show.” 

“Is that so,” he gets up, playful as ever, and makes his way towards the door. “I see how it is…” 

“Where are you going?” She calls after him, but he doesn��t answer. “Don’t make me fuck Gareth again!” 

“I’m coming!” He shouts but all she can hear is the sound of him rushing around, “Gareth, sit down!” “I am?” Followed by laughter. But he comes back, with pillows tucked under his arm, the condom box gripped between his teeth and her glass of water in the other hand. 

He hands her the water, tosses the pillows on the bed, takes a condom from the box and slams his door shut. “I’m ready when you are,” he says as he rolls on the condom. 

She takes one big gulp of water and sets the glass down on the night table. She sits back down on the mattress with a bounce, “ready.” 

“Up,” he gets her onto her knees and then spins his finger, making her turn around. He gets on the bed behind her, chest flush against her back, he wraps one hand around her chest to steady her and uses the other to slip inside. She sits down on his cock with a gasp, this was her favourite position with him. 

She could toss her head back against his shoulder, to the side, while he pressed kisses to her skin and whispered dirty things in her ear. He could feel up her breasts and rub her clit all while fucking her from behind. Dirty enough to make god frown, but good enough to contemplate going to hell for a lifetime of sex with him. 

“You looked so hot out there,” his words are hot against her ear, his bottom lip trails along the lobe. “What a charitable queen letting the lowly townsmen fuck you…” 

“Look at me now,” she breaths out, trying to stay composed but too fucked out to care at the same time. “I’m— fuck, I’m fucking the banished one now.” 

“And why am I banished?” He grips her hair tighter, pulling her head to the side and making her look at him. 

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding with his movements, she places her hand over his, trying to make him play with her clit more. “cause—oh sweet christ! Cause you fuck so good!” 

“Thats right,” he pushes her down against the mattress, ass up, he slaps and grabs at her cheeks while fucking into her with more force. “Let them know how good.” 

With each short, hard thrust, she gets louder and louder, shouting obscenities and nonsense, “louder baby, or you don’t get to cum.” 

She always listens, putting on the best show for the rest of them, wondering in the back of her mind if they’ve taken it upon themselves to get off to the noise, or if they were too drained from earlier. 

He uses her hair like a leash, gripping it around his fist and pulling her face from the mattress, “don’t be shy, we already know you’re a whore.” 

With each thrust, she moans, whimpers and cries out for more. “Ooh myy goOd,” she starts to tremble as the tip of his cock knocks against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Please?” 

“What was that?” He slaps her ass, “I couldn’t hear you?” 

“Please!! Make me cum!! I need you, please, master!” She pulls out all the tricks, pushes all his buttons and relishes in the reward of pleasure. 

He pulls out, flips her over and slams right back into her, watching her beautiful, bruise ridden tits bounce with the motions, “let go, princess,” he gives her the go-ahead, rubbing her clit for assurance, and she tightened around him as a result. 

“That’s it,” he gets more erratic near the end, “fuck, yeah, take it!” 

She screams while she cums and he fucks her right through it. Gripping the sheets, eyes screwed closed, she almost blacks out from how powerful the release was. 

Now tighter than ever, Eddie thrusts into her only a little bit longer before he’s a goner too. He drops down against her, kissing her neck gently while he ruts into her, moaning with each snap of his hips. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him so impossibly close to her body, that she never wanted to let him go now. 

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, still riding out their highs together. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he reminds her. 

“My love for you only got stronger today,” she assured him. “It was so hot having you show me off… I like when people know I’m yours.” 

He hums, kissing her neck again before propping himself up on his elbow. She brushes his hair behind his ear so he can see her better, smiling at each other with so, so much love and affection in their eyes. “Forever.”

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[wontontrap]

Feast for Kings | Prelude

【 The origins of cuck!Eddie and corruption!kink reader explored

【 Part I | Part II

【 Gareth spies on Eddie roughly fucking you before being invited to join in on Master's fun

【 18+

【 Content warnings: cuck!Eddie, reader has corruption kink, reader is unsure of her roles, face fucking, intimidation, rough sex, heavy mentions of bodily fluids, protected/unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, name calling, degradation, mean!Eddie, bully!Eddie, ownership kink (if you squint), threesome (duh), reader and Eddie are in a relationship

Eddie had called you just as the school was letting out. Something about a slashed tire on the van. There were people who still thought of him in a certain light, and it wasn't unusual that he'd run into problems with a random townie every once in a while. You left work early and headed to Hawkins High feeling annoyed but excited to see him 2 hours earlier than you would've had you finished your work day.

Graduating had been both liberating and disarming for Eddie, and lately he worked on a peaceful transition of power within the Hellfire Club. The throne would pass to Gareth. Gareth who was freshly 18 with his whole senior year ahead of him. Gareth who was exceptionally smart and painfully sweet. You loved Eddie and you loved his passions and his brazen pageantry, but with Gareth at the helm the club might actually grow and thrive and serve a purpose for young kids. An actual school club and not the mythical mafia Eddie ran for almost 6 years.

You pulled into the parking lot next to Eddie's van, and walking around to assess the damages, you see none. You roll your eyes to yourself, starting your walk to the side doors. You make it to the club room after a short stroll through the hallways.

"Eddie?" you call into the dark, empty room.

The candles are lit although the game's landscape isn't setup.

"The queen has arrived," you hear his low voice.

"Eddie, there's nothing wrong with the van. Why did you make me leave work? I'm on thin ice after calling out for the entire weekend last month," you meekly tell him.

"And what a fun weekend that was, sweetheart." he replies. "I just missed you, is all. Wanted you."

"Eddie not here, okay? Let's just go home and we can-"

"After today," he cuts you off, "I'm going to try very hard not to step foot in here ever again. But, one last time, I'd like to have my queen in the throne room."

As of late, you and Eddie had been having semi-public sex a lot. Every so often he'd get these sexual hyperfixations, and you had always partaken in the joy of the acts with him without issue. You seemed to always like the same things and as for the public component, the threat of getting caught was very exciting to you. Sometimes you did get caught and it was even more exhilarating. So you say yes.

"Just be quick, okay?" You whine, wishing he'd take you home and break the bed with you instead.

"I can promise you anything but that," he says.

He closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours, gentle pecks at first, just saying hello after your day away from him. Your kisses grow deeper as he tightens his hold on you, his other hand fisting into your hair. You pull away with his bottom lip in your teeth, a bold move on your part, but then again you were celebrating.

"Fuck." He breathes.

He drops to his knees, unbuttoning your tight jeans. He pulls them down your legs and you step out of them. He drapes them nicely on a nearby chair, always the gentleman. He presses his face to your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent.

"Eddie," you interrupt him, "Hurry up we don't have time for-"

You regretted the words as you were saying them. He stands towering over you now, and before you could blink you were face down on the table listening to the sound of his belt unbuckle.

"Throne or not, I'm still your king," he says, "And you'll be an obedient queen or else-"

The leather of his belt cracks against your ass. You whine.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out. "I'm sorry my king. Please, use me however you like."

The game had started. You tried to maintain your momentary position of power but you betrayed yourself with the poor suggestion to hurry his fun along.

With his belt tossed aside, you feel your panties slowly being dragged down your ass. You step out of them and he immediately pockets them before spreading your cheeks and spitting onto your pussy.

He delves two fingers into you and you pulse around them, already wet from just kissing him, the touch of the leather the cherry on top. You whine.

"Shhhh," he coos. "You can take it, angel. After all, you said to hurry up."

He languidly moves his fingers in and out of your fresh slick, and you rock back on them, sending them deeper into you each time. You reach down to rub sloppy circles into your clit, hiking your leg up to bite your own thigh.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes, stepping back.

"That's so hot, don't stop."

You continue to unabashedly pleasure yourself, pussy clenching around nothing as you abuse your clit. A string of drool trails from your thigh to your puffy lips.

You hear the sound of Eddie's zipper as you continue, and not long after your feel the tip of his cock start to enter you. He holds your leg for you now as he roughly pushes past your folds and all the way into you. You stretch your arm out, gripping the desk you lay on as he ruts into you like an animal. This angle opens you to him in a new way and he bottoms out with each thrust, reaching your depths and jolting your senses with each snap of his hips. You've stopped your assault on your delicate clit and now use your fingers to spread your pussy open further for him. His cock brushes past your fingers as you watch him fuck into your gaping hole.

"You're so fucking perfect" he breaths, "I can't believe I get to ruin this pussy whenever I want."

You were about to tell him not to stop. To never stop fucking you like this, and that's when you see him. Widened eyes and flushed cheeks, shadowed by the large cabinet he hides behind. It's Gareth. You can see his heavy breathing, see him tugging at the bulge in his jeans. Something in you flutters but you know it's wrong.

"Eddie stop!" you cry out.

He immediately stills.

"What? What's wrong?"

You turn to cover yourself, hiding behind him.

"Look," you say, pointing.

"Well, well, fuckin' well," he says. He tucks his angry cock into the band of his boxers, pulling his jeans up and leaving them undone.

He drags Gareth from his hiding spot and forces his face down onto the nearest desk.

"What the fuck are you doing, kid? You creepin' on me and my girl? Trying to see how a real man does it? I can't teach you everything."

You can see in his face that Gareth is terrified despite the boner still growing in his jeans. You have nothing to cover yourself with and quickly attempt to put your jeans back on commando.

"Stop," Eddie says.

You don't stop, you can't. You're fueled by embarrassment.

"I said - stop," Eddie says, voice barely a whisper.

Eddie had taken his new fixation to an even newer high just weeks before. It was a full moon at the lake, his favorite time and place to fuck you outdoors. He was balls deep in you with the back doors to the van wide open, overlooking the water, when a youngish man about 30 came strolling through in jogging gear. He had stopped to rest just across a shallow expanse of stream. He could see everything, but couldn't get to the van without crossing at least a waist length of shallow water. He was surprised to say the least, to see you with your dress around your waist, Eddie's bicep around your neck. Eddie continued to give it to you hard from behind. Your makeup was already running from him having throat fucked you minutes before. You pouted and put on a show for the man as Eddie whispered in your ear, "Such a whore, such a good little whore for me." You hadn't known what came over you, but you had laughed, licking your lips as the man jerked his cock hard with his pants around his ankles.

You stopped. And stood there. Stood there with your intimacy exposed and your barely there tank top, straps of your lace bra fallen down your shoulders.

"Stay." He told Gareth.

And he did. Kept his face pressed firmly against the desk as Eddie pulled you aside.

You were incredibly embarrassed and he held your face in his hands.

"Hey, sweetheart," he began, "it's alright."

He continued. "He's just a curious kid," I'm gonna put him in his place and we'll get on home, yeah?"

"Okay," you said, glancing over at him. You lingered.

"What is it?" He asked.

"He's just so innocent," you blurt out, "You're right, he's just curious," you continue, musing.

You cock your head to the side, feeling less embarrassed now as a myriad of unclean thoughts run through your head. Only a few feet away Gareth's eyes are screwed shut, face still down on the desk, and a bulge still prominent in his jeans. Eddie grabs your face again, turning your eyes to his.

"What do you say we give him a show, huh?"

You mindlessly nod yes.

"Maybe even give him a little gift, hmm?" He proposes.

Your eyes widen.

"Me?" You ask, loudly than you meant to, "I'm the gift?"

"If you're okay with that," Eddie says, "If not I'll just blow my load in you in front of the kid and scare the shit out of him," he chuckles.

"I guess I-" you began, "I guess I'd be okay with that if you are. The thought of-," you stutter, "The thought of corrupting him is exciting," you admit. "But, I didn't think you'd ever want to see me with anyone else. Wouldn't that make you angry? And-" you pause, "Would I not be yours anymore?"

Eddie's eyes darken as he listens to you. "He'll wear a rubber. And I'll watch him squirm as he fucks you while you swallow my cum like a good whore. It's about power, sweetheart. I want him to know how perfect you are - with limits. He can have a taste, but he'll never have the whole cake. My pleasure is your worship. But your pleasure belongs to me."

He roughly grabs you by the chin.

"You'll milk him dry while he squeals and moans like the little bitch boy he is. Meanwhile, I spit roast you with my cock down your little throat before finishing you off the way you want it most," he whispers.

You're panting now, new arousal coating your thighs as Eddie drags you by the chin to the desk in front of where Gareth lies. He bends you over, spreading your legs, your pussy on full display.

He grabs Gareth by his bushy head of hair, the boy's eyes now looking directly at your tight hole.

"How's about a coronation gift?" he says, laughing.

Gareth shakes his head, trying to avoid looking at you.

"Boss I could never!" He shouts.

"Oh but you will," Eddie replies, "You wouldn't wanna disrespect me, would you kiddo? If you're going to be me, you have to practice being me in all respects."

They're both staring at you now, at your most intimate parts. You can feel Gareth's huffed breaths on your bare pussy and you gently moan.

"Is this-," Gareth begins, "Is this real? Is this really happening?"

"Gare Bear," Eddie begins, a sickly sweet tone to his voice. "If you can fuck my girl proper, I'll know you're ready to take the helm."

Eddie hoists him up by the collar before reaching into his pocket to fish out his wallet. He files through the compartments before pulling out a foil wrapped condom. You and he had stopped using them ages ago.

"The Lone Ranger!" Eddie exclaims. He hands it to Gareth.

"Know what to do with this, kid?" He asks.

"I think so," he says, shyly.

"Have you ever-" Eddie began to ask.

"Once", said Gareth. "At summer camp. But she wasn't-, I mean she-"

"Wasn't like my girl," Eddie finishes. "No one is like my girl. That's why she deserves to be appreciated like the fine art that she is."

He slaps your ass hard and your body jerks. Gareth's breath hitches and Eddie laughs.

"Go ahead, Gare Bear, she's waiting."

"This isn't a joke, right? You're not gonna kick my ass for thinking this was real? This is really real, Ed?"

"What's my name, Gareth?"

"Master." He answers immediately.

"And it will be until you show your worth." Eddie replies, a demanding tone to his voice.

Gareth struggles with the condom application for a minute, getting harder during as he stares at your pussy instead of focusing on the task at hand. Finally the condom is on to Eddie's standards and he directs you onto the table on all fours.

Eddie unleashes his monster cock again, making Gareth blush, and positions his tip at your pout. You feel the tip of Gareth at your entrance and shiver. Eddie enters you first, pushing into your mouth and to the back of your tongue. Gareth follows suit, entering you carefully.

It doesn't take long before Eddie is setting his usual pace of brutally fucking your face, hair twisted around his fist and other hand resting on your throat to feel himself inside it.

Gareth's thrusts get harder as he stares at the way Eddie's cock slides in and out of your sloppy mouth. Tears run from your eyes, spit from your chin. Eddie reaches down to pull the neck of your top down, freeing your tits.

"Fuck yes," he says, watching them bounce as they continue to fuck you in tandem.

"Look at you," Eddie says, "Doing so well for us."

He could be talking about either one of you at this point.

"That's it, kid," Eddie praises, "Stretch her back out for me."

"Yeah boss, Gareth replies, voice lost between breaths. "Stretch her back out for you."

You whine around Eddie's cock, and clench around Gareth's. Their words helping to keep you turned on.

"I think she likes you, kid." Eddie laughs.

Gareth's thrusts become erratic and not long after his whole body stutters as he spills into the condom. He stays inside of you shaking, gripping your hips hard. Eddie bottoms out in the back of your throat as you struggle to breathe through your nose. He pulls out of your mouth, a gag trailing him, cock covered in a thick layer of your saliva. Gareth pulls out of you, rushing to right himself.

"I promised her a load down the throat," Eddie says. "You couldn't have lasted another minute?" He snaps at Gareth.

Still shaking, Gareth knows no other solution than to bolt from the room. You hear his footfalls down the hall. Eddie laughs and laughs as you clamber down from the hard desk.

"Eddie you scared him half to death!" You exclaim.

"Right now," Eddie says, crowding you, "I couldn't care less."

He picks you up and you both crash onto the dungeon master's throne. He lifts your hips slightly, dropping you onto his hard cock. You cry out for him and as he squeezes you ass cheeks hard, grinding you on him. Your legs are weak and you can barely ride him, so he continues to use you like a toy by switching between fucking up into you hard and rolling your hips on him. Your stomach starts to tighten and your bottom lip quivers as your whimpers grow louder. Finally his tip kisses that wall deep inside you and you blow, gushing onto his lap. You violently milk him, his cum shooting into you in thick ropes. You rest your head on his chest, breathing heavily. He runs his fingers through your hair, caressing your face and coming down from his own high. You stay seated on him for some minutes, hearing the clock softly tick and the sound of the squeaky wheels on the janitor's mop bucket make their way down the hall.

The door opens and you hear the gravely voice of the aged janitor, "Damnit, Munson! What in the sam hell is goin' on in here?"

[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

[blakeswritingimagines]

When you wipe away their kiss

Eddie: He'd probably laugh and say, "Hey what was that for?" Then, he'd follow up with a tickle attack if you refused to answer or because you admitted it was a joke. If you did actually answer, then he'd give you an over-the-top kiss as he dipped you dramatically as a sort of reward for your honesty.

Gareth: At first he’d probably be a little shocked but then he thinks he’d probably end up trying to get you back by wiping away one of the kisses you gave. He thinks that’d be a fun little game to continue with you. Maybe you’d start seeing who can get the most kisses. He thinks it’d be a fun little competition and try to make the other blush and smile.

Steve: He'd be pretty surprised, honestly but he'd just laugh it off. He knew that you were just joking with him, and he trusts that you love him, so in the end, it wouldn't really affect him too much. But it would definitely be a funny moment.

Robin: Would giggle and look surprised, but with a happy kind of surprise - then she would lean in for another kiss. "Don't play games with me," she says light-heartedly. "Just give me another one of your kisses and I'll be a happy girl." She would give you a kiss on the cheek and smile at you but if you wiped another off than she'll wait or make you give her one.

Nancy: Momentarily shocked at having her kiss so easily brushed to the side, her face flushes with embarrassment, then she would give you an equally playful shove, all while giggling sweetly. "You really shouldn't do that," she says, before kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair good-naturedly, still giggling the entire time.

Jonathan: would probably be one of amusement he could see it as an innocent, playful gesture and he would probably respond by leaning in for another kiss, with a smile on his face. If the situation was more serious, he might feel a bit hurt, as if you were rejecting his affection. In that case, he would probably feel the need to have a long sit-down conversation with you about your feelings toward each other and your expectations for your relationship.

Argyle: Would find it playful and teasing and wouldn't be offended by it. His cheeks would pinken, showing that he was excited by the flirtatious behavior. In response to your kiss being wiped away, he would laugh and try kissing you again, showing you it didn't deter him or upset him. He wasn't offended, so he didn't see your actions as wrong or too forward.

Billy: Would think you don’t want to kiss him so he would get all moody and walk away from you. He would then proceed to get a drink at the bar and drink away his sorrows by drinking.

Henry: Would respond with a playful pout, before returning the favor. "Oh, I see how it is! Don't start something you can't finish~" He'll say, a smirk spreading over his face, eyes dancing with mischief. He's not one to give up easily and won't be letting you have the advantage.

[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.”

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“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.”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hiii❤️, how are you?

I wonder if you can do a gareth x "cheerleader" reader, and they are dating in secret and the reader has a younger brother who plays dnd, but he has nobody to play with except reader and the brother is too shy ask them or eny one to play.

(the little brother is around Erica's age)

(Sorry, my English is not so good, and sorry if the request is too complicated or you are not able to right it. I hope you have a good day and night, sorry again if you can't make it)

this is such a sweet request, love! it's a bit short, since I'm only doing dialogues right now (although it turned into a drabble), so I hope that's okay 😊 your English was really good, love don't worry 😁 thanks for being the first one to request Gareth 🥰 Warnings: none Disclaimer:  I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

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New Player

"There you are, sweetheart" Gareth smiled and stopped playing his drums as soon as you appeared in his garage. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me" he pouted, making you smile and give him a peck on the lips.

"I could never do that" you argued as he kissed you again, a little deeper this time. "Sorry, love. Practice ran late" you explained while he led you to the sofa in his garage. When you sat down he pulled your legs to rest on top of his and placed his arm on the back of the sofa.

"It's okay, love" he smiled. "How was practice?"

"It was fine" you said, resting your head on his arm. "How was your campaign?"

"It was fun" he said, smiling.

"Yeah?" you asked, tiredly and he kissed your head. "Do you have band practice today?"

"Nope, not today" he shook his head. "Today I'm all yours" he smiled, kissing you again.

"Lucky me" you smiled.

"You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he started to get off the couch but you quickly pulled him back.

"Um... can I ask you something?" you asked, looking at his hand between yours. "You can say no if you want to" you muttered, making him frown. It wasn't usual for you to be shy around him.

"I hardly think that will be the case. It's pretty impossible for me to say no to you" he said, pulling you closer and making you smile shyly at him. "What's going on sweetheart?"

"Well, remember when you told me that Eddie asked Mike and Dustin to look for someone to join Hellfire because Lucas wasn't showing up?"

"Yeah, it was a few days ago" he mentioned.

"And they got Erica, right?" you asked and he nodded. "Well, I just wanted to ask um... because I kind of thought that Hellfire was only for people in high school but um... well, since Erica joined I thought um..." you said, playing with his hand. "I was wondering if... maybe Charlie could join you sometime?"

"Charlie?" he frowned. "Your brother Charlie?"

"Well, he's friends with Erica and she told him about Hellfire and I thought-"

"He plays?" he interrupted you and you understood why he was so confused.

"Yeah, he does" you nodded.

"How come I didn't know this?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess it hasn't come up. Like I said, I thought Hellfire was a high school thing and-"

"You still could have told me he played" he chuckled.

"Well, it's just... he's really shy and he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't think he's really good at it but I think he is" you explained. "Or... maybe he's regular and he's just good because I'm horrible at it-"

"Hold on!" he said, now completely shocked. "You play?"

"I uh- w-well, not really. I just play with Charlie because he has nobody to play with but I have died several times" you explained.

"Really?" he chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me!" you pouted. "There are a lot of rules and, I am really bad at it and-"

Gareth cut you off by pulling you closer and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to laugh" he assured you. "It's really sweet that you play D&D with Charlie" he said. "I sometimes get invited when my sisters throw tea parties" he confessed.

"You do?" you asked, smiling sweetly at him and he nodded, feeling his cheeks blush a little. "That's adorable" you said, kissing his cheek and moving closer to him.

"Well, if you want, and if you don't mind telling your brother about me, then maybe we can get together to play D&D, and if he likes, I can talk to Eddie about him joining Helfire" he suggested. "If Charlie wants" he added.

"Really?" you asked, excitedly, moving closer to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You would do that?"

"I told you it's pretty much impossible for me to say no to you" he said before you leaned in to kiss him again. "You can tell him we're friends if you prefer" he suggested.

"I think he would like to meet my boyfriend" you smiled. "If you're okay with that" you said.

"I'd like that" he smiled before he kissed you again. "And if you're okay with it... maybe... I can tell the guys in Hellfire?" he asked, hopeful. "Or just Eddie, if you prefer, he can keep a secret-"

"Do you he's gonna freak out?" you asked, nervously.

"Oh, yes, definitely" he chuckled, kissing you again. "I can't wait!"

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it!

[dicey-booz]

Unaware

Eddie Munson x reader

Old fic clearing out drafts(so there might be spelling errors n stuff)

Description: reader ends up likes Eddie but hes to obsessed with Chrissy. But y’all gon end up with gareth cuzz I like fluffy haird men

Eddie was being distant with everyone,the only time people got talked to him the most was at lunch. Ever since the deal with Chrissy,Eddie’s been all over her. Letting her sit next to him everywhere,even your spot next to him at hellfire and lunch. You new seat was next to Gareth. You talked to him a lot,about mostly everything.

You told him about your feelings toward Eddie,he just told you he had feels for another girl in his math class. Today wasn’t different. Eddie had Chrissy right by his side during lunch as you sat next to Gareth again. “Every think this is gonna end?”Gareth said while tossing a chip in his mouth “hopefully… I can’t even catch him alone. When he is he doesn’t listen” you said annoyed. Out the corner of your eye you can see Eddie getting up heading out of the lunchroom. “Im gonna ask him now” you said getting up,you were gonna ask Eddie out to some milkshakes or just to hang out anyway.

“Eddie! Wait!” You ran up to catch up to him “what” he said with a sigh “I- uhm wanted to ask if we or you wanted to hang out?.. like go get-“ he cut you off “got plans with Chrissy,she’s coming over” “ oh,maybe we can plan it Sunday?” He wouldn’t have anything to do right? “Teaching Chrissy how to play the guitar.” He said obviously not interested at all in hanging out with you “well when are you free?” “Look.. your a nice person-“ no fucking way. Hes giving the classical ‘no I don’t like you,leave me alone’ “and I just don’t think we would work” he finished talking but you weren’t really listening to lost in your thoughts

“ oh ok” you said coldly “see you later Eddie” you were now walking back to the lunchroom,you weren’t sad,maybe a little but mostly mad. You knew Eddie 5 more years then Chrissy did. Why would he go for her?

•time skip•

Eddie left with Chrissy and gareth was driving you home. You told him what happened with a few tears slipped. “He’s an Asshole” gareth mumbled loud enough to were I could hear. “No shit” you mumbled back. You sighed as you sat up looking at your street name. “Bye gareth” you said as you picked up you bag and opened the door. “I’ll take you out for milkshakes?.” He said as you stepped out the car. You could hear the nervousness in his voice but it was sweet “sounds…nice” you smiled “cool, I’ll pick you up..or after school?” You shrugged “we can skip, pick me up at 9” “ok” you can see the excitement i his eyes. You both said your goodbyes then you walked inside right into your room.

You where happy that Eddie found someone.and that you found someone..maybe Gareth didn’t clarify if it was a date. You still felt a tiny bit sad about Eddie but it was filled with anger. He went for a cheerleader,that he first met selling weed to the cheerleader for her boyfriend. It doesn’t make any sense he gave up you, 5 years,comforted him when he got bullied,his uncle thought you were amazing for Eddie,but he chose a cheerleader, 5 days, hasn’t even meant his uncle, has or had a boyfriend.

You sighed, but you knew you were gonna get back at Eddie.

New a/n: I’ll post the pt.2 later today( if I can find it I have over 57 drafts rn)

[mytheoristavenue]

ST Gareth Emerson x Munson!Reader - Lessons - 🍋

Warnings: fluff, smut, NSFW, MDNI, language, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), protected sex, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Gareth

Summary: You convince Gareth to teach you play the drums, after your cousin, Eddie refuses to teach you guitar, much to his dismay.

“Eddie, please?” you whined, sitting beside your older cousin at the lunch table. He rolled his eyes at you, scoffing. 

“I said no.” he replied sternly. “I don’t trust you with my guitar. End of conversation.”

“But you said if I learned an instrument, I could join your band!” you whined. “I’m telling dad you lied.”

Eddie laughed, biting mashed potatoes off his fork. “Go ahead, Wayne likes me more than you anyways.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and pouting as the conversation changed to the plans for Hellfire’s next meeting. All of your conversations went like this. Eddie always hated you being around him and his friends, but he did it because he knew you had trouble making your own. That and his uncle forced him to. Your cousin was also wildly protective of you. On one hand, he didn’t trust anyone else in that damned school to treat you well, but on the other, he didn’t trust his friends. Even though he’d never admit it, Eddie loved you, and knew you were a reasonably attractive girl. He also knew that his entire friend group was wrapped around your pinkie finger. 

Your eyes wandered over to your right, the drummer of Corroded Coffin minding his own business, pushing peas around his lunch tray. “Garrreth....” you cooed, leaning into him, which perked Eddie’s interest. His eyes furrowed as he watched his friend blush over your attention, yet he kept quiet. “Could you give me some lessons?” you asked, flirtatiously, giggling at his reddened cheeks.

“What kind of lessons?” he asked, confused, and a bit taken aback by your sudden attention. 

“Nope.” Eddie shouted, intervening. “(Y/N), fuck off my sheep.” 

“Piss off, Ed, this is an AB conversation, so C your way out of it!” you retorted harshly, before turning back to the junior. Gareth, although he’d never admit to it, had always found it oddly endearing how you could go from cussing Eddie out, to conversing so kindly with someone else back to back. “I was hoping you could teach my how to play the drums. I’m gonna start my own band.” you smiled sweetly, momentarily turning back to stick your tongue out at your kin, hoping your comment would get under his skin. 

“Oh yeah?” he replied with a nervous grin. “I-I mean yeah! Of course I can.” Your cousin glared at you as the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, deciding not to say anything else at the time. 

“So...tonight?” you asked, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Tonight?” he repeated. “Um, yeah, tonight!” you batted your lashes, turning away, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder. 

“I’ll see you tonight, your place.” With that you left him, walking to your next class. 

“Um, what was that?” Eddie asked Gareth, gripping his shoulder tightly. “You plan on taking my baby cousin to your house? Alone?”

“It’s not like that,” the younger male protested. ”I’m just gonna teach her the basics.”

“Of what, sucking dick?” the senior pressed, narrowing his eyes. 

“No!” 

“Can I level with you?” Eddie seethed, giving Gareth his most intense stare. “That’s my baby cousin. She’s like my fucking sister, make sense?” The junior nodded sharply. “And you’re one of my best friends, I know you, yeah?” He nodded again. “So when she gives you those ‘fuck me’ eyes she always does to get her way and you give in, it doesn't reflect well on you.”

“She doesn’t give me ‘fuck me’ eyes.” Gareth laughed, walking passed his superior, who followed him closely. 

“She so does. And you give in every Goddamn time.” The Hellfire president persisted. “Promise me you won’t fuck my cousin.”

“I promise I won’t fuck your cousin.” the drummer rolled his eyes.

“Sweat it, Goddamnit. Swear on your life that you won’t lest the curse of Vecna strike you down.” Eddie sneared as the pair walked into class. 

“I swear on my life, I won’t fuck your cousin, Eddie.”

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You currently sat between Gareth’s legs, both of you on his stool, his sticks grasped firmly in your fingers, which were enveloped by his strong hands. He guided your movement as you created a very simple beat against the drumhead of his snare. He felt like starting with the snare would make things easier for you. You had long since begun to feel timid at the feeling of his body against yours, his torso laying against your back. 

“Do you wanna take a break?” his voice suddenly snapped you out of your trance, making you blink in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, I totally blanked out.” you apologized, twisting your back to look at him, blushing when you found his face to be much closer than you’d anticipated. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled. “Let’s take a break for a sec, you seem distracted.” You were, very much so. “Want a drink?

“Sure, thanks.” you replied, catching the cold can of Coke he tossed at you. 

“So, what do you think you’re having trouble with?” he asked, sitting in a nearby chair, letting you have the stool to yourself. After a moment, you began to miss his warm presence. “(Y/N)?”

“What?” you blushed, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Gareth narrowed his eyes, leaning forward toward you. 

“(Y/N), are you feeling okay?” he asked, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “Holy shit, you’re burning up.”

You swallowed hard, knowing full and well that you didn’t have a fever. He had a crush on you, you knew that, and you’d always enjoyed teasing him, but you never anticipated you’d be so flustered over Gareth Emerson of all people. “I-I’m fine.” you reassured him with a nervous smile, prompting him to suspiciously sit back down into his chair. “Do you mind if we get back to it?” you asked timidly.

Gareth pulled himself to a stand with a warm smile, coming behind you and sharing the stool with you again. Your breath hitched as you once again felt his body against yours. His hands trailed down your your arms until they reached your fingers, puppeting them to pick the sticks back up. He controlled your movements, guiding you through a simple pattern which, in turn made a very simple beat. “There,” he said with a proud smile, his breath hitting your ear and raising a crop of goose bumps on the back of your neck. “Your getting it now, I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks burned at his praise as he decided to kick up the difficulty a notch, dragging a cymbal closer. “Alright, (Y/N),” he began, his hands finding yours again. “This is a cymbal, it’s gonna make a kind of ‘tsss’ sound. I gonna give you directions, and I want you to hit the snare and the cymbal based on what I say, okay?”

You nodded, nervous to mess up in front of him, why could couldn’t say. “Do three beats on the snare with your right hand, and one on the cymbal with your left, then repeat until I say to stop.” You hesitantly obeyed his instruction, creating a slow, sloppy copy of the tune in his head. Gareth laughed, his breath once again hitting your ear. “That’s perfect, (Y/N), now try it again, just a little faster this time.” You made a second attempt, this time doubling your tempo, which seemed to please him very much. “Doing so good, so proud of you.” 

Gareth’s praises sank down into the pit of your stomach, collecting in a deep need. Your breath felt heavy, and his even heavier at the base of your neck. You had zoned out, and without even realizing, you’d slowly let your pattern falter until you were no longer moving your hands. His hands neglected yours, now sitting idle between your legs as he tried to check up on you. “Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?” he asked, shaking you by the shoulders gently. Your eyes snapped wide with realization and you launched yourself out of his lap, knocking over instruments you’d just been using.

You shrieked, trying, and ultimately failing to catch them before they hit the ground, a loud racket reverberating between the walls of Gareth’s garage. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” you fretted, hands coming up to your face and covering it in humiliation. “I swear I’ll pay for any repairs!”

“(Y/N).”

You knelt down, hastily picking up the snare, inspecting it for damages, your shoulders slumping when you found a few scratches on the glossy side. “Oh my God, it’s scratched, Gareth, I’m so sorry!”

“(Y/N).”

You gently set the drum upright, hoisting the cymbal up next, relieved to not find and surface level damage. “This one looks alright, but if it’s not, just tell me and I swear to God I-I’ll-”

“(Y/N)! Please, stop talking!” You shuddered at his outburst, eyeing him like a lost kitten would a human. You instinctually stumbled back, holding your hands to your chest.

“I-I’m...I’m s-sorry..” you choked out as he took a step toward you. Slowly, Gareth reached out to you, trying to pull you closer to him, but you resisted harshly. 

“(Y/N), please, I’m not gonna hurt you.” he asked, his eyes pleading with you to calm down. You allowed him to pull you in, keeping a cautious demeanor. “I’m not mad.” he finally sighed. “I’m not gonna make you pay for any damages, and I’m not gonna yell at you. It was my fault anyways.”

You glanced up at him sharply. “N-No, it was all my fault!” you protested, but he simply shook his head. 

“It was all me. I shouldn’t have scared you like that. Was just worried is all.” he explained calmly. “What was wrong, by the way?”

Your eyes widened, pulling out of his arms, gaze downcast. “N-Nothing, I’m just distracted, I guess. I’m sorry.” Gareth cocked his brow at you, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You can tell me, I promise I won’t get mad.” He reassured. 

You sighed deeply, mummering under your breath. “I-I’m uncomfortable...”

The boy’s eyes stretched, brows furrowed. “Oh, shit, Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” he stammered, taking a few steps away from you. “God, you probably think I’m a total creep! I wasn’t trying to do anything like that, I swear!” he defended, horrified at the thought of crossing your boundaries, even if it was an accident. 

Your heart ached a bit. You had know he wasn’t trying to touch you inappropriately, but the way he said it almost made him sound disgusted at the thought. “I didn’t think you were, I’m sorry.” you mumbled, ashamed of the energy you’d created in the room. He stared at you from across the room, now a good six feet away, trying to give you space as your gaze was locked onto the concrete floor. “Would you though?” you finally asked, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“What?” he asked, concern and confusion scribbled all over his face.  

You breathed deeply, mentally unready to say what you were about to say. “W-Would you...if given the chance...ever do that to me?” you asked cautiously, panicking when Gareth’s features contorted into a disturbed expression.

“No! I’d never do that to you, (Y/N), to anyone, actually!” he hollered, entirely freaked out. 

“I-I meant...I’m sorry, I’m just gonna go.” you muttered, ready to just be rid of his presence. You darted for the door and when you felt fingers tangle around your wrists. 

“Please don’t go,” he begged, pulling you back gently. “I’m sorry, explain, please.” Gareth was desperate to understand what you meant for many reasons. For one, you were his friend, and he cared for you, and wanted to know what you were feeling. And two, the thought of you running home and telling Eddie and your father that he’d touched you chilled him to the bone. His friendship with Eddie was strong, sure, but you were his baby cousin, and you had the ability to bring all of Hawkins to your knees if you so pleased, just with the bat of your eyelash, simply because of who you were related to. You stumbled back a bit in his grip, facing him again. “Please, I just want to understand.”

You fidgeted in place, playing with you fingers, eyes still glued to the floor. “Y-you didn’t make me uncomfortable...in a bad way...” you nervously explained. 

“What?” he asked, puzzled. 

“I-I was just wondering if...hypothetically, you would...try something, with permission?” Gareth’s eyes widened, finally grasping what you were talking about. 

“Are you...asking if I would have sex with you?” he questioned cautiously, taking a step closer to you. His cheeks burned when you nodded. “Oh, absolutely. In a fucking heartbeat.” You blushed, not expecting him to answer so frankly, but this was Gareth, after all. He was known for his honesty. “So, when I was sitting behind you earlier,” he began, tilting his head to try and force himself into your peripheral vision. “Was I turning you on?” You nodded, ashamed, and feeling like a child that had been caught stealing. “I wish you would’ve told me.”

----

You sighed in satisfaction as Gareth laid a trail of kisses down your throat and pasted your naked collar bone. His strong hands held you firmly against him as you straddled him against his stool. He growled a bit, chuckling against your soft skin, his other hand caressing your back and twisting the ends of your hair as his hips rocked against yours. You’d long since been stripped of your clothes, sitting in his lap in just a bra, panties and socks. He, on the other hand, was still fully dressed from the hips down. 

As elated as he was to have his lips on any part of you, he could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, and his erect was beginning to ache. Lust clouding his judge meant, he promptly stood up, scooping you into his arms, which startled you. Gareth carried you over to a nearby couch, which had once sat in his living room, but was now used for breaks in between band practices, before throwing you down on it. You giggled in excitement as he stalked closer to you, sinking down onto his knees when he got close enough. “Ya know,” he began, hiking your legs up and sliding your under where down. “I have always wondered what you taste like.”

“Gareth...” you muttered, suddenly shy at the prospect of receiving oral for the first time. 

“Indulge me?” he asked, waiting for your consent to continue, and smirking when you simply nodded. “You don’t seem very enthused.”

Your brows knitted together, feeling embarrassed that he was going to make you say it. “Y-You can taste me...Please taste me?” you tried relieved when he confirmed, his head sinking down into your unexplored territory. You felt static crawl on your skin as he licked the first fat stripe up your slit, trying to get a feel for where to concentrate his efforts. Using your reactions as a guide, he found your sweetest spot easily, zeroing in on your clit mercilessly. Your lewd music filled his garage, and Gareth thanked his lucky stars that his family wasn’t home as he continued to pleasure you. 

It wasn’t long until your body, unaccustomed to the pleasure became over loaded, ready to drop you into what would be the hardest orgasm of your life, this far. Gareth chuckled as your thighs tightened around his head, your body spasming. “Gonna cum all over my face, sweetheart? Go ahead and do it, baby.” he consented, his dirty words sending you over the edge. You cried out, tears slipping from your eyes as an intense wave of pleasure crashed against you. Gareth was on cloud nine, being suffocated between your heat and your strong, doughy thighs; the thought along was almost enough to make him jizz his pants before even getting you to touch him. 

The drummer hopped up as soon as you allowed him to, collapsing on the old couch and pulling your tired body against him, laying your head on his chest, and petting your hair softly. “Did so good, babe. So, So good for me.” he cooed, waiting for you to regain your composure, planting kisses into your locks every so often. You clung to him, emotion washing over you as you had come back down from your high. “Just let me know when your ready to continue, ‘kay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, nuzzling into him, panting and trying to catch your breath. “Can I touch you while I recover?” you asked so sweetly, wanting so deeply to give him the same treatment he had you, and feeling a tinge of guilt for being so selfish. He smiled warmly at you, unbuckling his belt, and unfastening his jeans, allowing a plain tent to pop out. He sighed a bit at the relief that the freedom brought him. “’Course, I’m yours to do whatever you want with, baby.”

You smiled tiredly as he pulled his cock from his boxers, letting you lazily pump it, spreading a pearl of pre as far as it would last on his bell. Gareth laid his head back on the back of the couch, watching you take your hand away, just to lick up you palm, and return it to his crotch. “So good at this.” he moaned, still playing with your hair as you began to put more effort into pleasing him. Finally, you felt ready to continue, having mentally prepared yourself to be deflowered. Still stroking, you looked him dead in the eyes, pressing a kiss to his unsuspecting lips. 

“I’m ready.”

----

Gareth held your  right leg over his shoulder, angling his protected appendage to easily glide right into you. You laid beneath him on the couch, and he hovered over you, one knee on the cushions, and the other leg straightened, standing against the cement. “Gonna go in easy, ‘kay? Tell me if it hurts.” me reassured, holding a gently eye contact with you. You consented with a nod, giving him the go ahead and push into you. 

You seethed, breathing sharply though your teeth as he stretched you out, inserting himself fully and holding his position to give you time to adjust. “You ok, babe?” he asked, concern written on his freckled features. You unscrewed your eye lids to gaze up at him, looking perfectly pitiful. 

“I-I’m fine,” you said, relieving him of the guilt that bubbled in his chest. You took a deep, calming breath, and felt ready to begin. “C-Can you move, just a little? Really slowly.”

“You’re wish is my command, princess.” he cooed, slowly pulling himself out almost entirely, leaning down to drip a mouthful of spit to slicken your ride. Gently, he reinserted himself, rocking his hips in shallow circles. Your breath hitched in your throat as you could already feel yourself coming undone, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Gareth sighed, finding the blissful look on your face so cute. He’d barely touched you yet and you already seemed to be half way there. 

Over time, his pace gradually increased, never enough at one time that you could notice, though. In perfect honesty, he was entirely sure you’d noticed that he’d quickened at all. Your features still displayed that same adorable look, and your whines were just as lewd as before. If he hadn’t known any better, he’d think your where faking, but the way your breath hitched in your throat, drool sliding down your chin could not be falsified. You were so dick dumb and he loved it. 

By now, Gareth could recognize how close he was coming to his orgasm, as when as roughly gauge you progress. Your velvety walls squeezing his cock was a tell tale sign of your impending climax, and he intended to match it, mind fogged with the thought of you both cumming together. He was already giving you as much effort as he could, but he could easily tell that it was enough. You’re eyes were glued to the back of your head, and brows permanently furrowed into a desperate art piece. ”Shit, baby, gonna fucking cum.” he warned, his little skull and crossbones neckless bouncing like a puppet on a string as he pounding into you. You responded in a string of whimpers, with a few syllables mixed in that he couldn’t recognize at this point.

Soon, his thrusts became sloppy, and less coordinated, finding that the way your gummy cave spasmed upon receiving him was proving to be too much. With a few final rocks of his pelvis, he whined out, desperate for your orgasm to match time with his as he spilled his seed into the condom he was wearing. Finally, seconds after, you felt your second coming crash against you, leaving you screaming his name and trembling like a leaf in the wind. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, slipping out of you, and wiping sweat form his brow. “I really tried to last, wanted us to cum together.” he complained, plopping down beside your glistening body, and pulling you into him. You looked at him with astonished doe eyes, feeling so ridiculously close to him in this moment. “Guess we’ll just have to try again next time.” he chuckled into your hair. 

“Will there be a next time?” you breathed out, now worried that your new dynamic with him would be friends with benefits and nothing more.

“You say that as if I could say no?” he replied, tiredly. “As if.”

“No,” you clarified, snuggling into his side. “I mean...what are we now?”

“To be perfectly honest with you,” he started, reaching to the table beside the couch, now behind him from his position, and finding a pack of cigarettes, before lighting one up and taking a drag. “Fuck buddies isn’t really my style. But I do genuinely like you.”

“So...?” you pressed, taking the cigarette from him and taking a puff of it yourself. 

He exhaled the smoke that he held in his cheeks. “Girlfriend and boyfriend?” he asked, glancing over at you. 

“I’d like that.” you agreed, nuzzling into him, letting your eyes close as exhaustion began to take you. As you drifted off, Gareth was left alone with his thoughts. 

Holy shit, I fucked Eddie’s cousin. 

Oh no, I fucked Eddie’s cousin.

[demowogorgon]

Live Wire (Gareth/GN! Reader)

Part 2 out now!

Summary: Gareth is painfully aware that he has no fucking experience with relationships. It seems like romance has made a concerted effort to avoid him all his life, although he can't say he minds too much. After Sydney Lewenski embarrassed him at his first highschool dance, he can’t find it in himself to complain about the lack of romantic attention. (And sure, that was over six years ago now, but the mortification never went away.) But when it comes to you, his inexperience is nothing but a source of chagrin. And every little thing you do makes him feel like a live wire.

Or, in which Gareth has to retreat to your bathroom during movie night to "calm himself down."

Warnings: Smut, but that’s about it. Reader is 100% gender neutral, but is briefly mentioned to have a vulva.

Word Count: 1.7k

He knows it's wrong. He knows with every fiber of his being that he shouldn’t be doing this, and yet here he is in your bathroom with his belt half-unbuckled and cock painfully hard in his jeans — while you’re just one room away. He leans his head against the bathroom door, sighing and averting his eyes towards the ceiling. 

You're his best friend — hell, how could you not be? Sometimes he wonders how he got so lucky with you, why out of everyone in Hawkins you could have chosen to spend your time with, you chose him. He doesn’t understand why after all these years, you’re continuing to choose him. You’ve stuck with him through everything: helped him dye his hair with kool-aid in his parents’ bathroom when he was 13 and rebelling against the world; you comforted him when Sydney Lewenski embarrassed him at his first highschool dance; you beat the shit out of Jason Carver when you found out he was bullying him; hell, you even helped him through the mortifying process of college applications last year. And the fact that he's so helplessly attracted to you — the kindest and prettiest person in Hawkins; his best friend; the person who's miles out of his league — eats at him beyond belief. And the worst part is, this is all becoming a habit that he’s not sure he wants to put down. It’s embarrassing, how easy it is to work him up nowadays, and you don’t even know it.

He digs his palms into his eyes as he tries to redirect some blood flow, or at the very least stop thinking with his dick — but the second he closes his eyes he’s assaulted with the image of you. And just like that his fingers are fumbling with desperation as he finally, finally undoes his belt, popping the button of his jeans and pulling them down his hips. He sighs at the relief from the ridiculous tightness, but the stillness of the moment doesn’t last for long as he palms himself through his boxes for some semblance of relief. 

Thoughts of you flood his mind with such an intensity that even if he had wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to stop them. Your fleeting grins, the ones you would give him before rolling for initiative at Hellfire; the drag of your fingers against his scalp when you playfully tousle his hair — nobody’s allowed to do that, nobody but you; the way you cheered for him at their last gig, like he was your whole world — and fuck, the fresh ink that now adorns your thighs is driving him mad tonight. God, what he wouldn’t give to run his hands along the new lines, tracing the design with the pads of his fingertips as he ventures further, just to see how far they really go. Would you tremble beneath him, want him just as much as he wants you? Your hands fisting into his shirt as you pull his lips to yours, perfect thighs caging him against you as you rock into each other, brains gone fuzzy from the lust and the sensation of one another. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, almost subconsciously. He can’t help the way his hands tremble as he pulls down his boxers, hastily dragging his tongue over the palm of his hand and wrapping his hand around his dick with a shudder. He pumps the length of his cock experimentally, thumbing the flushed head and smearing the precum that gathers there across the smooth skin before stroking himself once again. His head falls against the door once again, louder than he would have liked, but any worry that he feels is quickly erased when he realizes that he can just barely catch the remnants of your cologne on his flannel — you had chosen to sit next to him tonight, and he’s never been more grateful for your tiny thrift-store couch. He’d drown in you, if you’d let him, and even the ghost of your scent is already halfway towards suffocating him. His tongue darts between his lips, and the noise that claws its way out of the back of his throat is needy in every sense of the word as he drags his fist along his length. His teeth graze against his lip, biting gently to keep himself quiet, but it only serves to fuel the fire. 

You had sat next to him, pressed shoulder to shoulder just like any other movie night. He can’t remember how many times they’d watched The Exorcist by now, but it's a classic, and he's always lived for the way you'd argue alongside him to strong arm the rest of the guys into watching it just one more time. But this time you were wearing these denim shorts, so short that they really should have been illegal, and with a new tattoo adorning your thighs to boot. You had said something about how jeans would have messed up the lines, but in all honesty half of the blood that should have been going to his brain in that conversation was already moving below the belt, and all he could do was hum, nod, and stammer out a generic compliment about how it looks great — forget everything else he wanted to say. He wouldn’t be able to get half of it if he tried, but that didn’t stop his mind from running. 

But it just didn't end there — the entire night he felt like he was drowning in you, the way your shorts hugged your frame as you moved through the house, the way your hands wrapped themselves so delicately around your soda bottle, the way you'd lean over to whisper little sarcastic quips into his ear when the guys weren't looking. If he closes his eyes tight enough he can almost feel the way your breath hit his neck as you murmured a teasing comment about how it was funny that Eddie still jumps so badly at horror movies, despite being such a terrifying DM. His tongue darts between his lips at the ghost of the memory, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek when he thinks about all the dirty things you could be whispering into his ear instead. 

His free hand moves to grip at his hair, tugging at the strands to keep him grounded to reality, and his breath hitches because for the briefest of seconds it feels like you. His dick twitches in his hand at the thought, and Jesus Christ, how the hell is he supposed to keep himself together like this? He fucks into his hand with renewed vigor, twisting his grip at the head, eyes fluttering closed as he imagines your hand in place of his own. Your chest pressed to his, fingers carding their way through his hair as you pull him in for a kiss. The taste of you overwhelming his senses, leaving him hazy and bucking into your grip as his hands wander up your shirt. You’re so soft beneath him, flesh dipping lovingly under his fingertips as he maps out your body with his hands. 

Your breath hitches as he thumbs at your chest, letting out a soft whine into his mouth. You press your body impossibly closer to his own, grinding against his thigh as you drag your hand across his length. He bites his lip, picking up his pace as he feels the telltale heat begin to spread through his body. He won’t last long like this, and it takes everything in him not to slow down, to drag this out. But the sound of your laughter from the living room reminds him of where he is, and he’s bucking into his hand like his life depends on it. 

His fantasy takes over for him, guiding his hand towards release. The hand at your chest slides down slowly across the expanse of your ribs, down to your hips and abdomen. You whimper his name against his lips when he dips below your waistband, needy and wanting as you buck into his hand. He places one last chaste kiss against your lips before leaning towards your neck, biting and sucking at the exposed skin; yet, your grip on his hair doesn’t loosen, leaving him with an exhilarating ache that goes straight to his dick. You chant his name like a mantra, like he’s the only man left in the world, as you beg him for more. You’re soaked, whimpering against him and dripping as he draws tight circles against your clit. God, the things he would do to hear you cry against him right now, to hear you chase your own high, to have your hands on him. 

His necklace slaps against his chest, jingling against the various pins that adorn his flannel, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s so close — 

His mind switches him to another scene, your hands pinned above your head as he pounds into you from above. Your chest heaves with the labor of your breathing, moans just barely audible over the metal tape playing into the background. His head spins from your lingering scent; mind fogged with the imagined sounds of your pleasure. 

He doesn’t even register how hard his teeth push against his lip as he comes onto his hand, hips bucking involuntarily as he tries to hold back a particularly rough groan. 

His chest heaves as he comes back down from his high, and it's a conscious effort to stay standing. He presses his back against the wooden door, and he's suddenly very, very aware of where he is. He opens his eyes, and is shamefully disappointed, as though his brain still expected him to be in your arms. He sighs, closing his eyes once again as he allows the sound of the TV on the other side of the wall to pull him back to reality. And then your laughter floats through the chaos of it all, and his heart gives a quickening thud at the sound. He shakes his head and gives the room a sardonic smile, directed at nobody but himself.

Oh, he's so whipped. 

[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.

[minniesmelody]

Matching Plaid

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gareth Emerson x Fem! Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: surprising Gareth with a red plaid skirt to match his sleeveless vest

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: established relationship, this is pure fluff, hints of sex, this is also extremely short so this is more of a quick imagine than a long one-shot

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first Person- Y/n

‘You’re fine Y/n, Gareth is gonna love it…right?’ I thought to myself as I looked at myself in the mirror of the girls school bathroom.

I had gotten a red plaid skirt that perfectly matched Gareth’s iconic red vest, basically his signature look. Mentally Praying he is gonna go nuts over it since I had spent my last 25 bucks on this damn skirt.

I haven’t seen him all day, us having different class schedules.

After a few deep breaths I had exited the bathroom and made my way to the cafeteria where lunch was taking place. I usually skipped lunch, the school lunch grossing me out a bit after I found multiple hairs and even a cockroach in my food once. Usually bringing my own snack or stealing some of whatever Gareth or Eddie had.

I quickly spotted the curly headed boy, sitting in our usual spots at the table we basically claimed for us, freaks.

“Not sure, Cunningham wants to do a drug deal in the woods after last period”

I slowly slid in between Gareth and Eddie and took a seat.

“As in Chrissy Cunningham? No way man, I me- oh hey sunshine, but I mean she is like…. goodie two shoes, someone like her wanting we-“ Gareth stopped when his eyes traveled down to my thighs and his lips parting.

He didn’t move or say anything, even when Mike and Dustin came over with their trays and sat down across from us.

“You alright there, Emerson?” Eddie asked before placing a pretzel in his mouth.

He slowly looked up at me.

“Are you wearing a red plaid skirt right now to match with me or have I finally lost it and I’m not seeing things correctly”

I giggled a little at his comment “no Gare, you are seeing correctly”

“Dude it’s just a skirt, chill” Jeff said from beside him.

He quickly whipped his head his direction. “Just a skirt?! J-Jeff look at it, it matches mine, I mean- that isn’t making you’re head spin right now? Guys?” Gareth said asking everyone else at the table.

They all shook their heads ‘no’

“Nah man” Mike said

“I think that’s only happening to you cause that’s you’re girlfriend so-“ Jeff said, taking a skip of his coke afterwards.

“Do you not like it?” I asked, already knowing he did but just something to tease him with a little.

“Like it? Not even love it, more like obsessed than anythi-“

“Okay okay please we get it, she decided to match with her boyfriend, how cute, but please cut it before y’all decide you wanna create a daycare in the middle of the cafeteria” Eddie said “please and thank you, anyways who is ready for the cult of vecna tonight?”

“Right about that, so Lucas has his-“

Quickly zoning out of whatever was being said as Gareth placed a hand on my thigh and shot a wink at me.

Well worth of last bit of money I still had left in allowance, very well worth it.

𝘼/𝙣 : pls this was so rushed but like I said, I’m trying to push as much fic’s and content as I can, It had popped up in my head and I quickly turned it into a short imagine, hope you enjoyed this really short and shitty…whatever this is- 🐭🎀 x

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

I LOVE GARETH (he's so adorable)

How about the reader goes over to his house and he isn't there so they wait in his room for him. When he gets back, he sees the reader wearing his plaid jacket asleep in his bed...

A/N- This was so cute 🥹 i know i’m not taking fic requests rn but this was too fun to not want to make a fic out of 😍

Cozy

Genre-Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 2.6k

You sighed and tapped your foot as you waited at his door, checking the watch on your wrist again just to see how long it’s been since you last rang the doorbell.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to show up at Gareths place unannounced, it happened a lot more frequently than some may think. After living next door to each other all your lives you knew you were both welcome in each others homes whenever you liked. But for some reason this had been the only time where no one was home.

He knew you were coming over at this time. Hell, he’s the one that invited you over, so it was strange for him not to be there.

His car was still in the driveway, and after taking a quick peek into the garage you saw that his parents cars were no where to be found. Probably out with his sisters.

You groaned and rang the doorbell again, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to look down either end of the street, just checking to see if he had maybe gotten a ride from someone else. You knew he wouldn’t forget. He never did.

Every single time you came over, without a doubt you knew he would be fully prepared to see you. Whatever it was the two of you had planned, he always had some extras to keep you around longer.

Watching a new movie together? He would grab an extra one for the two of you to watch just in case you wanted to.

Listening to a new tape he got? It just so happens that he’s got a few new tapes, and you’re always down for a chill night.

Checking out a new spot in town? He just so happens to know about a few other local places for the two of you to go together.

He always loved spending time with you, and of course you loved spending time with him too.

With one final groan and a roll of the eyes, you were done with waiting. You walked over to the decorative plants on the porch and moved them aside, picking up the house key you knew they kept stored under there and using it to let yourself right in.

“Gare?!” You shouted out, hoping he had just been asleep in his room or occupied in the basement.

You slipped your shoes off at the door and shrugged when the only response you got was silence. Oh, well. He would be back any minute from wherever he was, you were sure of it.

As you climbed up the stairs you looked at all the family pictures plastered on the wall on the way up. Old school portraits, framed family drawings, a few professional shots of the whole family taken when Macy was still just a baby. At the very top step was your favorite.

One of the very first pictures of you and Gareth ever taken.

No more than maybe five or six years old, the both of you smiling with dirt and grass stains all over your clothes, each of you holding a little green frog in your hands. You remember how slimy they were. A quiet giggle left your lips seeing his adorable gap toothed smile. He lost two of his teeth that year. He was such a cute kid.

You finished your slow walk up the stairs and passed the other doors down to Gareths room, and surprisingly the door was still closed.

“Gare?” You said from behind the door, hoping he had just fallen asleep. After a moment of silence you shrugged and turned the handle, struggling to open his bedroom door.

You groaned as you shoved the door open with your shoulder, sneaking through the small space you managed to make between the door and the wall. His room was messier than you’ve ever seen it.

Clothes all over the floor, his bed was unmade and the blanket was tossed about and laying half on the floor, VHS tapes were littered in front of the TV and a few magazines were fallen over and spilling out of the box he kept under his bed. Boys were so gross.

You shut the door once more and kicked the piles of clothes around, trying to make yourself a clear path on his floor. There was no way he was planning on having you over with his room in this state, maybe he just lost track of time with whatever it was he was doing?

Either way, there was no way you were going to wait for him in this filth.

You started grabbing up piles of clothes in your arms and burying them into his hamper, making a little bit of space on his floor for you to walk around. You were able to make your way over to his stereo and looked through his tapes, searching for one to put on for some background noise while you picked up his mess. You smiled as you saw he was listening to one of the tapes you made for him and pressed rewind to start it over, pushing the play button and turning up the volume a bit.

No one would mind if no one was home.

You didn’t deep clean his room, you barely deep cleaned your own room at home, but just enough to where it wasn’t a pig sty. You didn’t know how he could function in a mess like this.

It was exhausting.

You had no idea how long it had been since you started putting away his tapes and laundry, but you eventually found your way over to cleaning off his bed, picking up a few shirts and tossing them towards the hamper like you had done with all the rest on his floor. You stopped when your hand felt the familiar flannel fabric under his blanket.

A smile spread across your lips when you pulled his vest out from under the blanket, a little wrinkled but otherwise in perfect condition. If he left it here that must mean he ran off the night before in a hurry to get to Eddie’s for a last minute sesh. He always overslept on those nights. As much as it needed a good wash, you saw nothing wrong with it.

A few wrinkles here and there, but no stains or tears, and it seemed to smell fine, thank god.

You had never once seen him without it within the last few months, it was almost like a security blanket for him. How was he possibly managing without it?

You went to go toss it into the hamper along with the other clothes, but as you saw it in your hand in your reflection of his standing mirror, you wondered what the big deal was.

He was obsessed with always keeping it in perfect condition, making sure nothing was out of place and every patch and pin on it had been in its spot for a reason.

You looked at it in your hands for a moment and glanced up at the mirror, taking a step towards it. How great could this vest really be?

You put your arms through the sleeves and adjusted it onto your body, smiling seeing it was a few sizes too big on your frame. It was comfortable, it was warm, and the fabric was so soft.

You took a deep breath, ready to pull it off of your body and toss it into the hamper, but there was something stopping you.

It felt so cozy, and though his room wasn’t freezing it was keeping you nice and warm. The fact that it smelled like him didn’t help much either. You were never able to notice how nice it was until now.

The mixture of his cologne on the front and the scent of his shampoo on the collar, mixed with his natural pheromones it was something so strange to you. Refreshing. Like a wave of calm washed over your body. It’s like he was there with you now, and you smiled at yourself in the mirror remembering his laugh.

You looked down at the red flannel on you, moving your hands up the seams and bringing in the collar to take a deep inhale. You missed him.

You lived next door to him all your life, and whenever he wasn’t there you missed him. Even now, standing in his bedroom that you’ve been in hundreds of times before, wearing the same vest you’ve seen him in for days on end, you were missing him. Hopefully he’d be home soon.

Another glance around his room from the reflection in the mirror made you remember the stereo. The tape you had playing had stopped at some point and you didn’t even notice. You went back to the stereo and flipped the tape to play the other side, sighing as you turned down the volume. It was now a comfortable background noise, and with the combination of his warm vest and the soft music, his bed was looking so much more comfortable than it ever had before…

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“I’m going to fucking murder you if you ever make me this late back to my own house ever again.” Gareth said to Eddie from the passenger seat of his van, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Easy,” Eddie replied back with a chuckle, “it’s only been an hour, you’ll be fine.”

“I won’t be fine!” Gareth shouted, “I told you i had this planned and i’ve never been this late to something, (y/n) might think i was kidnapped or something, my car is still in the driveway and no one else is home, my room is a fucking mess and i don’t want to come home and find police cars all over the place-“

“Calm down.” Eddie said to him sternly. He’d never seen Gareth so overwhelmed. “It’s no big deal, i’ll tell her it was my fault you were late. I’m fine with her thinking i’m the bad guy.”

Gareth rolled his eyes and looked out the window of the van, hoping they’d be home soon.

What was supposed to be another last minute band practice turned into an overnighter for him and the rest of the guys at Eddie’s place. Smoking, watching movies, listening to music, all the same stuff they’d normally do. Unfortunately, they managed to stay up until at least four in the morning and lost track of time when they went out for ‘breakfast’ at noon.

Gareth was supposed to be at his place nearly an hour ago and he was so upset with himself for being late. He just hoped you weren’t upset with him too.

He hated making you upset, all he wanted to do was be able to spend time with you and have fun with you, other than being with the guys it was his absolute favorite pastime.

You had always been so sweet and kind to him, you would play together as kids and were nearly joined at the hip every summer, and as the years went on he figured that every guy got the same feelings about their girl friends.

Every guy started wishing that their girl friends always held their hand whenever they walked together.

Every guy wanted to be able to comfort their girl friends and hold them close during all the scariest parts of horror movies.

Every guy would make countless amounts of mixtapes of all the songs that reminded them of their girl friends.

Every guy got jealous when their girl friends would go out on dates or get asked to dances by other guys.

Every guy would lay in bed every night just wishing their their girl friends could be laying beside them to snuggle and keep warm.

God, he could feel his palms get sweaty just thinking about you.

He quickly wiped them on his jeans, doing his best to get you off of his mind and get back to the matter at hand. He was trying his best to think of an excuse to give you as to why he was late but he knew you wouldn’t believe anything he told you. You knew him too well.

The best thing to do was to just deal with whatever you had coming to him.

Eddie quickly turned the corner and Gareth perked up as soon as he saw his house, getting himself ready to nearly jump out of Eddie’s van as he pulled up on the curb.

“I’ll tell her what happened, don’t worry about sticking around.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

“You sure?” Eddie called out after him, shrugging as he watched Gareth run up his front yard to his door, fumbling with the keys in his pocket as he put one into the lock and stepped inside.

Gareth shut the front door behind him, looking around the living room and kitchen for any sign of you. He knew his parents were taking his sisters over to their friends for a playdate, giving the two of you free rein of the house for almost the entire day. He was just hoping he had enough time to clean a little before rushing over to your place and apologizing like his life depended on it.

He quickly ran up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, and noticed that the door was slightly cracked open, he could hear one of his tapes being played from behind it.

He slowly opened his bedroom door, knowing that it had been completely closed when he left and stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

The lower half of your body was covered by his comforter, your top half was covered by his vest to keep you warm, your head resting peacefully on his pillow as the music played softly in the background. He looked around his room and saw that you had been nice enough to pick up a little for him, and he smiled as he quietly stepped inside. He made sure to be careful as the door creaked while he shut it, carefully stepping around on his hardwood floor in order not to wake you.

As strange as it was, all he could do was look at you.

You looked so serene, so peaceful. You used to have sleepovers when you were little but since the time has passed, you figured you were just too old for it. Not to mention your parents finding it inappropriate for two teenagers to be having sleepovers when they see each other constantly. But still, it was nice to see you like this again.

He could remember bits and pieces of your sleepovers when you were little but he always remembered how nice it was when you were sleeping. He always thought you looked beautiful, even when you were kids.

Gareth slowly walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully climbing in next to you and moving his body close to yours. He snuggled in, his arm carefully wrapping around your torso as the other pulled his comforter over your bodies. A smile slowly crept across his lips as he felt you gently back into him.

He held you close, keeping you warm beneath the blankets as he slowly closed his eyes.

You were never really able to relax like this.

Every time you saw each other there was always something planned, life gets in the way sometimes and it’s difficult to be able to enjoy doing nothing with someone you don’t see as often as you would like. And Gareth knows that too.

As much as he would love to be able to sit and talk with you, spend time with you, share fun memories with you, things like this were just as important.

He smiled when he felt your hand move over his as he held you.

Nothing was more important than this.

[blakeswritingimagines]

When you fall asleep on their shoulder

Eddie:

It's cute that you're comfortable enough with him to sleep. He'd wake you up gently with a hand to your side holding you close and a soft smile, gives you a little kiss on the cheek to let you know he's here. It's sweet, and kind of adorable, even if it's a little funny to see.

Oh, he would never even try to wake you up. Maybe a little bit of noise but not a lot at all but can't help moving around or practically squealing with happiness and he would never wake you up because of the way you are just laying on him it’s so adorable and he loves the feeling of your head on his chest it makes his heart feel so fuzzy.

It gives him a rush. He feels like he's needed, that he's important to somebody, and that he matters to someone that's not his uncle. It gives him butterflies because he feels so cared for and he feels so special. He'll want to mess with you but just chooses to tease heavily once you wake up and never lets it go and will joke that he's the best body pillow when he notices your tired.

Gareth:

His reaction to that would be pretty much shock, considering he's never been in a romantic situation before. If you fell asleep on him he kinda freezes not sure what to do, he'd be pretty flustered and taken aback. So in that case, I guess he'd probably just sit there and let you nap on his shoulder because it's really cute to him.

Oh, absolutely teases you for it. You'll just wake up and look all confused, and then figure out what happened, and likes to see you get all blushy and embarrassed. It's adorable. And yes, he might give you a little kiss just to make the blush bigger.

He finds it very cute and sweet it is a great sign of trust in a relationship that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him and that’s very special and something to treasure.

Steve:

When you fall asleep on his shoulder it makes him really happy, he just wants to hold you forever. It’s so peaceful, it just makes him feel so loved and wanted. He loves being able to comfort you and support you, and feeling you trust him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder makes him feel special and precious. It’s his favorite thing in the whole world.

Well, it’s quite sweet it shows trust and comfort on your part. Which makes him feel happy and he’d probably gently carry you to the bedroom in this particular scenario and tuck you in to make sure your nice and snug.

You falling asleep on him is one of his favorite feelings. It's warm and comforting, and it lets him know that you feel safe with him. It's a beautiful thing that makes him feel needed. It's also incredibly precious and sweet to see someone you care for so much in that vulnerable state, and it's something that I always take the time to appreciate whenever it happens.

Robin:

She thinks it's adorable. It makes her happy because it's one of the best feelings, knowing that you are comfortable enough around her to sleep in her embrace. She feels honored And… There's a small part of her that's amused because her partner is asleep and she gets to sit here and watch you.

Well, when you fall asleep on her shoulder, she gets this feeling of warmth that comes over her. It's a feeling of love and affection, and it makes her heart feel all tingly. She feels so special and unique when she knows you trust her enough to fall asleep on her shoulder.

Well, she'd probably poke you and say "Wake up! Are you asleep? You must have fallen asleep, doofus!" It's all in good fun though, and she's sure you would poke fun at her right back.

Nancy:

If you fall asleep on her shoulder she knows that's a special moment. It's a moment of trust, of security, of intimacy. She would gently run her fingers through your hair or up and down your back lightly and hold you close to her because she would want to remember every second of it. Every single second.

She would feel both touched and annoyed. Touched, because you clearly trust her enough to fall asleep in her presence and annoyed because you fell asleep mid-conversation. It’s a very odd mix of emotions. She would probably brush a lock of hair out of your face and let out a long breath.

It's the cutest thing and the most adorable thing ever, It makes her happy, it melts her heart, and it makes her entire day. It makes her feel like she is the only thing that matters in the world. Whenever this happens, she just wants to be super close to you. It's an amazing feeling that she hopes all couples can have. It really shows how comfortable you feel around her, and how much she means to you. It makes her feel so special.

Jonathan:

He thinks it's kinda sweet. I mean, there's not much he can do so he just tries to enjoy the moment, It's kinda nice to have someone trust you enough to fall asleep on your shoulder. He feels just how much you love him a lot if you can fall asleep on his shoulder, it makes him feel good that a person can be so comfortable around him.

If he sees you falling asleep he would probably tuck your hair behind your ear gently and hold you close to him while you sleep, if he moves or says something too loud he might wake you up and he doesn’t want you to be tired for the day so he will be absolutely silent the best that he can.

Gives you so much attention when you wake up and loves all over you not even giving you a chance to be embarrassed or shy about the fact that you fell asleep on him, does, in fact, check in with you more after that or lets you sleep on him again while he gets bullied by everyone for letting you use him like a personal pillow.

Argyle:

He is delighted when you fall asleep on his shoulder, it shows that you feel comfortable around him and are able to trust him. He feels safe and content when this happens, and it makes him feel even more connected to you.

At first, he's surprised because it’s a situation that he didn’t expect at all. But quickly he felt comfort. It’s a little comforting to know the other person trusts you with something so vulnerable. It’s like nothing else matters. But then somewhere in his brain kicks in and he starts to worry that you'll will start snoring.

Depends on the situation. if you've been through something then he'll hold you close and give you kisses while he lets you sleep if it's just because your sleepy he'd still hold you and let you sleep. You're the most important person in the world to him why wouldn't he?.

Billy:

He really wanted to be mad at you, he wants to shove you off and be like "Dude are you for real, I need to focus" But he can't, you're just so adorable, looking so peaceful. He just doesn't have the heart to move you or wake you up. It makes him feel weird and soft, but he won't lie there's something to it. It's nice. He'd give up a lot to have you do that more.

A little pissed at first, but then I start to find it kind of cute. You know he's not exactly a romantic kind of guy, but there's a part of him that likes the feeling that someone was comfortable enough around him to just fall asleep like that. It's sweet.

Oh, definitely, he'd sneak up on you and tickle your feet, or maybe tie your shoelaces together so you trip when you get up. He'd put some black makeup around his eyes it would be so much fun, maybe he'd draw a little mustache on your face with eyeliner or draw a funny picture on your forehead with a marker. Something like that. Just some mild, harmless fun to give himself a little laugh when you wake up.

Henry:

He's not an emotional person, but after all that has happened, a certain vulnerability arises when you trust him enough to sleep on him. He'd never admit it in front of an audience, but it would certainly be a wholesome feeling.

It's quite nice. The fact that you feel so close and comfortable with him that you'll fall asleep on his shoulder is a wonderful sign of trust and friendship. You've only done it once or twice, but it means so much to him, the fact that you trust him that much.

And to be honest, he wouldn't want to move for anything anyway, which makes it even better. He would just keep the moments like that, and let you sleep in peace, while he silently watches over you, and keeps you safe.

[leadpoisioning]

Rival

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

SMUT! (18+ ONLY) ((hate sex?, dom!Gareth, hickeys, bathroom sex, orgasm denial, praise and degrading, cockwarming))

Word Count: 1,370

During a rendezvous with you in the bathroom, Gareth reveals Eddie wants to make amends- rising doubts about your secret with Gareth after your steamy encounter.

“We could always have (Y/N) sub for Lucas.” Mike shrugs towards Dustin.

“Absolutely not!” Gareth groans, your face plastered in his mind. He hated you. He loathed you. He resented you.

No he didn’t, he just disliked the way you made him feel.

The way you made his pants tighten. The way you teased him. The way you ran your mouth off towards him. How he could absolutely ruin you and still, without fail, you’d come up with a snarky remark that he’d get to fuck out of you once more. He loved it- but he couldn’t have his friends finding out about his ordeal. Yeah, they’d think he was cool as fuck- but you were their rival bands manager. They’d hate him.

Maybe if they had swallowed their masculine pride they’d have you as their manager, but once upon a time Eddie hated the idea of a girl younger than him being their manager. So, you found another band and quickly helped them book gig after gig. They were popular, playing at what used to be Bennys Burgers for the jocks sometimes, and the cheerleaders mansion parties other times. Everywhere else in between. Eddie, oh he loathes you, and his decision. Maybe if the campaign went well he could ask you one more time and apologize…

“Yeah (Y/N) can sub for Lucas.” He affirms, Gareth looks at him in betrayal. He liked having you to himself. His little slutty secret.

“So they’re gonna ask me to sub for Lucas sometime today?” You ask, playing with Gareth’s hair while you sit on his lap. Currently, you two hid in a stall in one of the far, more abandoned bathrooms. He nods into your chest.

“And Eddie said yes immediately!” He exclaims, looking up at you. You squint your eyes suspiciously.

“Immediately? I thought he hated me.”

“That’s what I thought.” He sighs, sucking a hickey onto your exposed cleavage. You let out a breathy moan, causing him to smirk to himself. His hands grip your waist, moving you back and forth on his lap. He shudders at the friction and picks you up, setting you against the stall wall. Instinctively, your legs find their place around his hips and your hands to his hair, kissing him roughly. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He mutters, biting your lip.

“Yeah? I bet you’d like that, huh? What a way to go out.” You smirk, he quickly grinds against your core to shut you up, and starts to unbutton your jeans and his own.

“I was gonna go easy on you, but I think I’d rather not.” He glares.

“Well? Make up your mind.” You snap, gasping as his cock head drags through your folds.

“That’s my good girl, stay quiet, yeah?” He coos. You moan loudly in protest, pushing your hips against his- only for him to move away. “You’ll take what I give you.” Something shifts in your pussy, and you whine submissively.

“Please.” Your high pitched sigh doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he reluctantly gives you what you want, eager to finally give some release to his aching cock. But it was unusual for you to be so submissive this early on- if you were at all. Usually, you mouthed off the entire time, snapping back at him, but this was nice. He liked having you under his thumb. Speaking of, he raises on hand to your cheek, pushing the digit into your mouth for you to suck on harshly. Your eyes roll back in satisfaction at the oral stimulation.

“Good girl.” He hums, feeling you moan around his thumb, simultaneously clenching around his cock. “You like that? You like being my good girl?” You nod against the stall. “Oh I bet. You’re so good for me, meeting me whenever I want and letting me use you.” His thrusts punctuate his words. Your stomach tightens and you grip his hair with need. His thumb leaves your mouth, making it feel empty, until he replaces it with his tongue. His wet digit hastily connects to your clit, teasing it heavily.

“Well if you won’t sub for him can you at least go ask (Y/N) if she will? She went in the bathroom a few minutes ago.” Dustin pleads with Max. She huffs, rolling her eyes. It’s the least she could do. The bathroom door slams open. Gareth’s thrusts continue, but at a slower, more agonizing pace. He circles his hips idly, hitting your walls periodically.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Dumb ass one and two want you to sub for Lucas in D&D tonight, you down?”

“Tell them I said yes, thanks Max!” You shout, trying not to sound off.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! I’m fine! Just let me piss please!” You snap, watching Gareth’s cock slide in and out of your cunt.

“Damn okay.” She mutters, leaving the bathroom quickly. Gareth snickers at the nickname given to his club mates.

“Well?” Dustin and Mike hound her as soon as the door shuts.

“She said yes, but she’s also totally hooking up with someone in there.” She shrugs. The boys give each other a look and go to class.

As soon as the door shuts, Gareth continues his rough pace, praising you- half seriously, half teasingly. But your mind is too fried from the pleasure to care, focusing on the drag of his cock through your cunt and his lewd words being spat into your ear. You’re painfully aware of your orgasm building, and you babble out a warning.

“No.” Gareth states.

“What?” You whine, he’d never denied you before.

“I said no, you have to wait, pretty girl.” He smirks. For a brief moment, you realize you’d been giving into him too easily- and as a result his ego had grown dangerously large.

“Or what?” You spit, gaining a little of your personality back. He gives you an amused look before halting his thrusts.

“Or I’ll finish and you won’t the next two times I fuck you.” He decides. That was too many for you.

“Fine.” You give in, relieved when he continues his thrusts. You’re just as close as you were when he stopped, your breathy moans at full force. Gareth’s cock twitches inside of you.

“You’ve got such an annoying fucking voice. Need to find a way to keep your slutty mouth shut next time.” He huffs, getting closer to his release. You whine at the degrading words, but your cunt clenches around him in betrayal.

“How about you just kiss me, dickhead?” You whine, genuine want in your eyes. He slams his lips against yours.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to earn it.” He decides. “Beg for it.” Your begs are music to his ears- his second favorite after Megadeath- but on the scale right above the wet sounds of his hips slapping against yours. These sounds and the feeling of your cunt have him on the cusp of cumming, so he finally utters the words you’ve been waiting oh so patiently to hear.

“Cum for me, baby-“ His hips still inside of you. Your cunt flutters around his cock, feeling his cum fill you up. He sighs as you gush around him and pant.

He moves to pull out of you, but freezes when you whine in protest, and tighten your legs around him.

“What is it?”

“Want you to stay inside of me…” You sigh, loving the feeling of his cock stretching you out and filling you up. Gareth checks his watch, seeing there’s still about twenty minutes left in the period and agrees, sitting down with you still seated on his cock. He holds you, arms wrapped strongly around your waist while you lay your head on his chest.

You could stay like this forever. But, eventually you had to go to class and then Hellfire. Something about being invited to substitute for a member out of everyone made you feel weird. Not a bad weird, a good one. You could tell Gareth was apprehensive about you coming to the campaign. Was he embarrassed? You bit your lip, face hidden from his line of sight.

You’d have to talk to him about it later.

[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.