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petersbaby · 1 year

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

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

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

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

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

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

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

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

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

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

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

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

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

You put your head in your hands.

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

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

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

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

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

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

“Yeah..” he agrees.

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

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

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

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

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

He nods.

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

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

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

“Sorry.” You whispered.

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

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

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

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

“That is SO none of your business.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

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

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

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

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

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

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

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

“Jesus Christ.”

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

“I mean it.” You whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

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

“Okay.” He breathes.

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

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

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

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Should- can- what should we…”

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

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

“Yes, please do.”

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

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

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

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still okay?” You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

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

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

“You are not. Why?”

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

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

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

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

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

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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Your Gareth fic is literally amazing! Well I mean your writing is but anyways! You don’t have to but I was wondering if you could do a pt.2 to lessons (the gareth fic) cause it was just so good and I really need Eddie’s reaction to hearing his cousin is now dating his best friend :-)

I got so many asks for this one so I just had to do it!

ST Gareth Emerson x Reader - Sneaky 🍋

Warnings: Slight smut, NSFW, MDNI, aggression, angst, language

Summary: (Takes place after the events of 'Lessons'.) You and Gareth had begun to date after that date in his garage, and now struggle to keep your hands off each other in front of Eddie.

Gareth glanced at you with a small smile from across the game table, as if you were giving him luck for his dice throw. As the die flung from his hand, the group cheered, recognizing the face it displayed as a twenty. You congratulated him with a nudge of your foot beneath the table, letting your shoe travel up his leg. He never once broke eye contact with you, save for checking his result, and his grin never faltered.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, his left twitching in annoyance. He'd been suspicious of you both for the few weeks that had passed since your drumming lessons. Every time he'd tried to ask one of you, Gareth would laugh it off, as if it were some ridiculous joke, and you'd gag on air, pretending to be revolted by your secret boyfriend.

"Are you kidding, man? Only in my dreams."

"Bleh! Ew, as if! You act like I have no standards at all!"

In reality, you found Gareth anything but repulsive. In fact, you were having trouble being separate from him, even here, sitting opposite form him was hard. Of course, you didn't mind sitting beside Dustin, but you'd much rather be beside the drummer, possibly even close enough to slyly tease him under the table.

After the game had wrapped up, you stretched, rubbing sleep from your eye, before standing up and grabbing your purse. "I'm tired..." you complained with a yawn. You watched as Gareth raised his arm to drape around you, and quickly slipped out of his reach. You both blushed at the close call and he stuck his hands to his sides.

"C'mon, nerd," he chuckled coolly, in an attempt to pass the awkward moment. "I'll drive you home." You nodded, turning to leave with him, only for the strap of your purse to be caught, halting you.

"Not so fast," you cousin chuckled suspiciously. "Wayne wants me to drive you, he made dinner and wants us home ASAP." Eddie smirked, turning to your boyfriend as he let you go. "That means your on babysitting duty, Emerson." Gareth's smile dropped, glancing at the freshman (and middle schooler) beyond his shoulder.

"What?" he protested, thinking up an excuse for why he couldn't take the kids home. "That's bogus and you know it! I can't fit five people in my car, it's not even big enough to fu-!" Suddenly, Gareth's eyes snapped to your wide ones, promptly shutting his mouth. Eddie glared at him accusingly.

"Big enough to what? Fuuuuh?"

The junior's palms began to sweat as he searched the room for a lie. "Fuhhh....Fucking-" he mumbled, trying to buy himself some time. "Fucking get groceries!"

"Groceries?" the DM cocked his brow.

"Yeah." your boyfriend stammered, twiddling with the hem of his flannel. "I can't even go get groceries for me mom, 'cuz the backseat's too small."

"Uh-huh." Eddie nodded, dropping the conversation for now. "Whatever, just take the Sinclairs home and I'll take Wheeler and Henderson."

Gareth sighed, relieved as the tension had faded. You did as well, walking to your cousin's van and hopping into the passenger side.

----

You wiped chicken grease off your lips, setting your napkin down beside your plate, answering your father's question about your last math test. "Yeah, dad, I passed the test." you smirked, eyes wandering to Eddie beside you. "Unlike someone we know."

Your cousin slammed his fists against the table. "Shut the hell up, (Y/N)!" He turned to his uncle, desperately. "Wayne are you just gonna let this little shit talk to me like this?"

The older man let out a tired sigh, simply wanting a peaceful dinner with his kids. "Stop it, both of you." he commanded lowly. "You two can't get along for ten minutes, can you?"

Eddie muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and kicking away from the table. "Can't see how I can get along with someone I can't trust."

"And what is that supposed to mean." Wayne cocked a disrespected brow.

"I just mean that your darling little princess is fucking my friend behind both of our backs and lying about it!" the flunkie snarled at his own outburst, satisfied that you were at last, getting in trouble with your dad.

"(Y/N) Munson..." he muttered quietly. "Are you sneaking around with this boy? In my house?"

You could feel tears well in your eyes, your heart struck with betrayal. "No!" you lied. "Even if I was, why does it matter? Ed brings home three different girls a fucking week!"

"(Y/N), Ed is older than you," Wayne tried to reason. "He's a man, and men have certain needs-"

"And I don't?! And if he's such a fucking man, why can't he either graduate, or just fucking drop out and get a job?" you argued, all of your now standing, and the tension thick as butter.

"Hey, you little bitch, don't fucking talk shit about me like I'm not fucking here!" Eddie defended himself.

"Yes, I know you're here, Ed!" you screamed in his face, ignoring your father trying to pull you apart. "I'm always fucking aware of you being there, because your constantly hovering over me and ruining my life! I couldn't have a boyfriend even if I wanted to because you'd chase him away! You're friends are the only ones I have because everyone at school is fucking scared of you and don't want anything to do with me! Oh, but I forgot, I'm the bitch for stealing your friends, right?!"

There was a beat of silence after your rant, the only sound being your heavy breathing. Tears had long since began streaming down your face and you felt all your pent up aggression coming to a head as you stormed off to your bed room, slamming the door behind you. "I fucking hate this family!"

You flung yourself onto your bed, weeping as it creaked beneath your weight. In truth, you wanted very badly to confess your relationship with Gareth. Eddie trusted him enough, and you're dad would love him if given the chance, and he was so sweet to you. It deeply pained you to have to keep him a secret. You sometimes dreamed of having him over for dinner, or your father taking pictures of you both the night of prom, but those all required your family to be aware of the love you shared.

Suddenly, your pity party was interrupted by a very soft tapping on your window. You lazily got up, parting the curtains to reveal a mop of chestnut curls and a warm smile. You opened the window, wet eyes widened. “Gareth, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” he answered, his hands perched on the window sill.

“Are you crazy?” you sneered, worried to be by your still angry family.

“Crazy for you.” he snickered, climbing into your bed room.

“No, no, no! You can’t be here, it’s too risky!” you exclaimed, trying to hold him back, with little luck.

“Babe, relax, I’ll be quiet.” he grins, plopping down on your bed, cringing at the racket the springs made beneath him. “Starting now.” Your boyfriend watched you pace back and forth as you stressed, fingers tangled in your hair. As quietly as he could, he stood, stopping your in you tracks, but you failed to look at him. “Hey, are you okay?” Your gaze finally met his and he was enlightened to your bloodshot and glossy eyes, lashes stuck together and cheeks stained with tears. “Holy shit, have you been crying?”

“I got into a fight with Eddie...” you confessed, collapsing against his chest.

“About me?” he asked knowingly, his heart overtaken by guilt. You hesitantly shook your head, responding without looking back up at him.

“Us. Me, mostly. He told my dad that I was ‘fucking you behind his back’ and he believed him.”

“But...” he began, struggling to find a wording that wouldn’t upset you further. “You are?”

“No,” you whispered sadly. “I’m not. The sex isn’t what I’m scared of them finding out about.”

“What is it than?” Gareth muttered, his hands rubbing soothing stripes along your spine.

You finally brought your stare back upwards, and he met you halfway, now both gazing lovingly, if not a tad concerned, into one another’s eyes. “I’m in love with you, Gareth.” You had said it with such certainty that it almost scared him. Throughout the few weeks you’d been together, you’d both always avoided the ‘L’ word, nervous to commit to the relationship too much, only for the initial puppy love to dissolve and leave nothing left.

Gareth could feel static crawl along his skin and all the blood in his body seemed to congregate behind his face. “W-we agreed not to say that yet.” he mumbled, instantly regretting his reply when he noticed the fat tears bubbling up in your eyes again.

“Y-yeah, s-sorry. Just forget I said-” you brushed it off, trying to break away from him.

“But!” he corrected, pulling you back to him. “I-I love you too...” he stuttered, gaze averted. “I-In love, I mean. I-I don’t really know the difference.”

“You really mean that?” you whispered, eyes watering again, but this time from unbridled joy.

“I do. At least I think I do. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.” he rambled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

----

You sighed against Gareth’s lips as he softly shoved you against the wall, cursing under his breath when his actions caused a picture to fall down and clatter against the floor. You hushed him, giggling as he claimed your lips again, strong hands cradling your delicate face as if it’d break if he let go. “Fuck, I’m so lucky to have you.” he breathed against your throat as he laid kisses across it. “So pretty, so loving.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he made quick work of finding your most sensitive spots, having mapped you out perfectly in the handful of times you’d been intimate. “Gareth...” you whispered, tangling your dainty fingers into his curls, fertilizing a growth in his jeans with the tugging of his locks.

“Love it when you pull my hair.” he groaned quietly. “Better stop unless you want me to really get rough.” You gave him a submissive smile, yanking harshly at the back of his scalp, earning a shuddering whine from him. He playfully glared at you, gripping you by the hips and hoisting you up. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”

----

Beyond the safety of your room, Eddie and Wayne still sat at the table, having still not moved from your outburst earlier. “Son,” the older man began. “I know you haven’t had the easiest life, especially with everything that’s happened this year.” His voice trailed off as his gaze wandered over to his nephew, who stared absently at the ruminants of his cousin’s plate. “But neither has (Y/N). That little girl looks up to you, ya know.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “And I’m trying to protect her-”

“That ain’t what I said.” his uncle interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “She don’t need your protection all the time, though. Sometimes, she just needs you to support her, be nice to her.” he lectured quietly. “I had to learn that the hard way.”

“It’s just so hard when she keeps shit from me, ya know?” Eddie argued, running his frustrated fingers though his long chocolate curls. Wayne nodded, standing up and walking to the fridge to rummage though it.

He found a pair of beers, and set one down in front of Eddie, who immediately cracked it open. “Maybe she’s worried to disappoint you?”

You cousin rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Doubt that, she’s never been afraid to get on my last nerve.”

Wayne finally sighed, glugging a good portion of his beer before responding. “I won’t force you to apologize, but I think she’d appreciate it.” With that, he stood, a few of his joints cracking with age as he did. “I’m headed to bed, if you need me, holler.” As the old man shut his bedroom door behind him, Eddie was left alone under the soft yellow glow of the over head light, staring at your left overs. He sighed, standing up to clear the table.

He pondered what his uncle had said, coming to the decision that it was a good idea to apologize. He recalled fond memories of your shared childhood as he scraped leftovers into plastic bowls to save for tomorrow. He chuckled to himself at a particular instance that had occurred when he was eight and you were five.

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Tears streamed down Eddie’s cheeks as he peeled the left leg of his jeans, blood of a skinned knee sticking the denim to his opened wound. He cried out for an adult, covered in mud and pitiful, having slipped in a creek near your home. Instead, you came running to his side from over the hill, soft, thin hair and ruffled dress flopping about as you did. You sat beside him, taking a pair of scissors to put his pants into shorts, before pouring water from a bottle to wash away the dirt from the muscle. He watched as you dirtied your dress, using it to dry his injury, before wrapping it in a cool, clean roll of gauze.

After playing doctor, you helped your cousin hobble back up the hill into your house. Once inside, you turned on the tv and asked him to put your favorite movie into the VHS, as you didn’t know how. While he was distracted, you ran to the kitchen and retrieved a bag of pecan sandies, before pouring them out onto a plate, complete with a glass of milk to share. When you returned, the pair of you sat and watched the entirety of the tape, consuming the snack whole.

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From that moment on, the pair of you had always bonded over pecan sandies and milk. It was your tradition. You did it when your mother left, and when Eddie lost his parents, and when you got stood up at your middle school dance, and the first (and second) time that he flunked graduation. Most recently, you shared a plate when Eddie came home from the hospital after the ‘Earthquake’, and he was repeatedly awoken by nightmares of Chrissy dying in your living room. He thought of all the times you’d been his backbone, even being his kid sister cousin as his eyes wandered to a bag of cookies in the open cabinet. You’d be eating pecan sandies over this argument, he decided. Maybe if he offered you this kindness, you’d open up to him with the truth about your feelings for Gareth?

Speaking of Gareth-

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“Oh, fuck, Gareth,” you breathed, your head falling against the wall with a quiet thud as your secret boyfriend fucked into you, sandwiching you between himself and the wall opposite of your bedroom door. “I-I love you.”

“Love you too, princess.” he replied, breathlessly and muffled, red flannel between his teeth in order to keep him quiet. “So fucking pretty, gonna make me cum.”

Eddie smiled, filling with hope. Cookies, and large glass of milk in hand, he made his way to your bedroom door, knocking on hit loudly, calling out. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)...Can we talk?”

You and your boyfriend parted like oil and water, desperately trying to make yourselves decent as your cousin knocked again. “Shit, shit, shit!” Gareth whispered, and you shared his sentiment.

“C’mon, (Y/N), I know your not asleep.” your kin begged, twisting the nob slowly and pushing your door open. You , as well as the intruder in your room both held your breath, several feet apart, hair tousled, faces red and sweaty, and clothes disheveled. To top it off, your room reeked of sex. “I brought you some...cookies.” The sound of ceramic shattering against the ground rang out through the trailer, deafeningly loud as your cousin stood in your now open doorway.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

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I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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Gareths totally real girlfriend

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth and you are in a long-distance relationship, meeting for the first time since getting together. While he is excited, his friends doubt whether you are real or not.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None really, just a bit of making out but no actual smut

[Also posted on AO3 - pseud: 04814]

“Ohh Gareth is blushing!” “Aww are you talking to your girlfriend again?” “He is in love” his younger sisters are giggling, dancing around Gareth who is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, telephone in hand.

“He just can’t help himself, she is just so pretty!” “And smart” “and talented” with high-pitched voices they are mocking the way their older brother is regularly fawning over you, while overly batting their eyelashes.

“They are growing up so fast!” His oldest sister is dramatically wiping away fake tears.

“You’re literally five years younger than me, what do you mean?”

“Actually I’m only four and a half years younger than you, so you’re wrong!”

Gareth is about to tell her that that is basically the same when he gets distracted by your laugh coming through the phone. “I can’t wait to finally meet your sisters!”

He grins “Ohh so that is the real reason why you finally decided to come and visit me. I can’t believe it, my dearest girlfriend is only dating me because of my siblings.”

“Don’t be silly!” He can hear the grin in your voice “We both know that it’s actually your hair that wooed me, but I guess your personality and you as a person in general are alright as well.”

“Haha very funny. I think you guys meeting will probably be the death of me.”

“What a great way to die.” those are the last words his youngest sister says before she grabs the older one and pulls her out of the room.

Gareth and you met at a concert a few months ago and instantly hit it off. After finding out that you both drove about two hours to the concert, coming from opposite directions, you exchanged numbers and promised each other to at least call every once in a while. Planning to attend the next good concert, that’s somewhat nearby, together.

Well, looking back on it now you might have overdone the whole staying in touch thing a little bit, not that you’re complaining! You and Gareth had great chemistry from the start and easily spent multiple hours talking on the phone every day. Considering that, and the way you both have been quite smiley ever since coming back from the concert, none of your family members were surprised when you announced your relationship.

You both have been itching to meet in person again, which is why you decided that the first longer trip you are gonna make with your first own car that you just got for your eighteenth birthday, is going to be to Hawkins. Gareth was over the moon, hearing this news, having himself begged his mom at least a thousand times to let him borrow her car over the weekend, to make his way over to your city.

“It’s getting late, I think I should head to bed, after all, I have a long drive planned tomorrow.”

It’s Thursday afternoon right now, tomorrow around this time you are gonna be lying in your boyfriend's arms. You already have everything packed and safely stored in your trunk, planning to drive over directly after school in hopes of arriving during the early evening.

“Okay, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Please drive safely, good night sweetheart.”

“Good night babes, see you tomorrow.”

He nearly has a heart attack when he hears his sister speaking up next to him “Aww he called her sweetheart, how adorable.” She giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Shouldn’t you be taller?”

—

The next day Gareth is up nearly an hour earlier than normal, being way too excited to even think straight. His giddiness follows him through the day confusing the Hellfire guys immensely. This is not how he normally responded to being at school.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Eddie is the one to finally break the silence when they are all sitting at their lunch table “You’ve been acting weird all day!”

“Oh my girlfrie-” he is not able to finish his sentence before he gets interrupted by Jeff “Ohhh your totally real girlfriend that coincidentally lives super far away.” The boys laugh “You know we are all single, no need to make up lies to-” one of the other Hellfire boys speaks up just to end up getting interrupted as well. And that by no other than one of the freshmen “Not all of us are single, we’re not!”.

Damn.

“Well,” Gareth, being fed up with his friends not believing that he could possibly be in a relationship, abruptly stands up “Actually, she is visiting this weekend so if you come over you can finally meet my in fact very real girlfriend.” With that he storms out of the cafeteria, leaving his tray behind for the others to clean up.

—

His angry mood doesn’t stick, but his good mood doesn't return either. Is it really so unlikely for him to have a girlfriend? Is it so unrealistic that a girl could be attracted to him? He always thought that you were out of his league, but before now it never worried him or made him feel insecure. Quite the opposite actually, he was always proud that he was able to score a girl like you.

But what if you remembered him in an idealized kind of way? Would you be disappointed after seeing him in the flesh again? Would it be awkward? What if you decided that he wasn’t what you expected and just broke up with him?

His spiraling was interrupted when his house came into view, with a car parked in front of it, which exactly matched the description you had excitedly given him a few days ago talking about your newest possession. Is he starting to imagine things now? You shouldn’t be arriving until way later in the day.

When he opens the front door he is greeted with the view of you and his mom, giggling and drinking tea at the kitchen table, something suspiciously looking like a photo album lying in front of you. The noise of the closing door notifies both of you of his presence making you simultaneously look up.

“Hi”

He is still frozen at the door. You stand up, cross the room and meet him at the door, embracing him in a hug as soon as he is within reachable distance. Coming back to earth he quickly returns it.

“Hey”

“You’re early.” It comes out more like a statement than a question. His tone made you fear that you crossed a boundary or upset him, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at his face “Yes, is that okay?”

“YES! Sorry! I mean yeah that’s totally cool, I’m just surprised. How did you get here so early?”

You grin sheepishly “I might or might not have skipped school today. But I wouldn't have been able to focus either way because I was way too excited” you reason.

“You’re lucky that it was my day off today or you would be sitting on the porch right now” his mother's amused tone pulled you out of your little daze, finally completely pulling out of the hug “I probably should be concerned about you being a bad influence on my son by skipping school, but it looks like he himself isn’t really taking his attendance that serious either.”

Shit.

“However,” you and Gareth share a slightly anxious look “I'm gonna make an exception and let that slide today, but don't make skipping a habit. We don't want your academics to suffer, right?” Gareth groans, mumbling something about her embarrassing him under his breath.

You on the other side let out a breath you didn't knew you were holding in. You didn’t even think twice about what impression you would leave, when you show up for the first time meeting your boyfriend's mom, proudly proclaiming that you just skipped school.

She grabs her bag and turns to you. “I'm going grocery shopping, anything I should bring honey?” You both simultaneously shake your head. “I wasn't talking to you Gareth, you just skipped school, I may not punish you, but I’m sure as hell aren’t rewarding you either!”

“But she skipped too, why are you asking her then?”

Geez thanks.

“Well SHE is not my child to raise and SHE is also a guest, if you excuse me now, I want to be at the shop before all the good fruits and vegetables are gone.” With that the door closes behind her, resulting in you two being alone now.

“Hi” 'Wow smart thing to say, if she doesn’t already think that you are a total loser she sure does now.'

Instead of laughing at him as he expected, you smile.

“Hi! Wanna show me your room?”

—

Back at Hawkins High, the Hellfire Club is still sitting at their table.

“Wasn’t that a bit much? He seemed genuinely hurt.” Dustin, always the sweetheart, speaks up. “Yeah, I feel bad now too” agreement follows from the others.

“Do you really think that his girlfriend isn’t real?” Mike asks Eddie

“I mean I was suspicious before, but this kind of sold the deal, right? If he had a girlfriend, why would he react like that?” The others nod at their ‘leaders‘ reasoning.

Dustin decides to speak up again in hopes of making them see the said things from Gareth's perspective “I mean you sort of implied that it's extremely unlikely for a woman to want him”

Eddie looks offended “Come on now, that’s not what I said or meant and you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that, but does Gareth?”

“Okay, you know what, I'm gonna drive over and apologize. Then I'm telling him that it’s no biggy that he lied about having a girlfriend and we will all just forget about it. Yay happy ending, driving into the sunset together with our hair flowing in the wind.”

“Fine man, but Im coming with you,” Jeff says “Not the whole sunset thing, but I think I have to apologize too.” And with that, they both make their way to Eddies van to drive over to Gareths.

—

Gareth on the other hand has long forgotten about their ‘fight’ at lunch, being a lot more focused on the way his girlfriends' lips feel. He still can’t believe that he finally has you here, in his house, in his room, in his bed. That he can hug, touch and kiss you. He slowly pushes you down, laying part of his body weight on you to get closer, while your hands find their way under his shirt.

—

Eddie and Jeff have now arrived at their destination, ringing the doorbell a few times.

Nothing.

“He must still be mad, let's get in through the garage, they never lock it.” Eddie proposes.

—

“There is someone at the door” you break the kiss

“Yeah, I heard.” Gareth only takes a second to respond before instantly chasing your lips again.

“You don’t want to open?”

“Nah, whoever it is is gonna survive, I have more important matters to attend to.” You giggle, making your boyfriend aware of how smitten he is again.

—

The two boys have successfully entered the house and are now walking up the stairs, Eddie already talking the apology, that he and Jeff came up with on their way here, through in his head, being so deep in thought, he doesn’t even consider knocking before he opens the door, well more like slams the door open.

The first thing he hears is a shriek that sounds suspiciously like it came from a girl. The next sound is clearly Gareths voice.

“What the fuck dude, ever heard of knocking? Get the fuck out!” With that, he is pushed out of the room by a shirtless Gareth. Neither he nor Jeff has a chance to say anything before Gareth is slamming the door in their faces.

“Damn, maybe he wasn’t lying.”

“Good for him, good for him.”

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 7 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: thigh riding, use of petnames ( e.g, good girl, sugar, etc ) swearing. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt one - thigh riding

character | fandom - gareth emerson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, cheerleader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.7k

tagging - taglist here

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you stop by gareth's house to pick up a text book and your sweater to find him playing drums in his garage. a drumming lesson -and thigh riding, ensue. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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❝ I don't get it. You could have any of the boys in the senior class and he's the one that gets you all hot and bothered? Gareth Emerson? I don't see the attraction, girl. Sorry..❞ - your best friend Angela's question pulls you out of your thoughts. You stick your tongue out at Angela and shrug. ❝ I've just always really liked him. He's a sweet guy, alright?❞

Angela shakes her head at your obvious distraction as the stop sign on the corner of the street Gareth lives on comes into sight. You've been dancing around your crush on the older boy for years now, damned if she has the first clue why. She wishes you'd just make a move, you're popular and it isn't like you can't have any boy you want.

❝ Its whatever, just do something already, damn it! Don't forget your sweater again, bitch! Tomorrow is the pep rally and Chrissy wanted everyone to match.❞ she calls out to you as she hurries away, leaving you alone at the stop sign.

From your spot, you can just barely hear Van Halen and drums. The door to the Emerson garage is open for once, a lone figure - Gareth -you recognize the red flannel instantly. It feels as if you're frozen, watching him bang away at the red drum kit from your spot.

He's just a boy. Get a grip. - the thought gets you moving in the direction of his house. And you intended to get what you came for and leave but you find yourself drawn to the garage instead.

Eyes glued to him as he twirls a drumstick between his fingers, cheeks red, his thick curls bounce with each move he makes. He's so focused on the song and keeping time with it that he doesn't see you as you linger, leaned against the door frame, twisting the end of your ponytail around the tip of your finger as you pop a quiet bubble with your chewing gum.

He's so pretty, you think, biting your bottom lip as he gets really into the drum solo. The faster he moves, the more his curls bounce.

It's truly a sight to behold and you’re mesmerized. Daydreaming.

You get so caught up in it that you don't realize he's not playing anymore and you're staring like an idiot until he's standing in front of you, close enough that you can smell cigarettes and the crisp clean scent of the body soap he uses. He clears his throat, snapping his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

❝ Something you want?❞ - the question asked quietly, an edgy tone as he gives you a wary once-over.

You open your mouth to answer but just like every single other time he's spoken or you're just near the guy, it's as if you're tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and the words won't come because your brain refuses to work. You manage a shrug.

Gareth grumbles to himself and mumbles something under his breath.

And boy when your brain and mouth decide they'll finally work, they immediately begin working way too well because the first thing that comes when you finally open your mouth is ❝ You have really pretty hands. I uhm..I noticed when you were playing the drum solo for Hot for Teacher.❞

Gareth raises a brow. Then he snickers quietly. It has to be a joke or an insult disguised as something nice. It has to be, he thinks, there's no way Munson is right. Not about her having a thing for me, that's like.. impossible.

❝ Shit.❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, frustrated with yourself for being so awkward. ❝ I uh..I meant to think that..to myself..I'm gonna uh..❞ you stare at the door behind his back helplessly, ❝ I just came by to get my Algebra book and my sweater. ❞

Okay he thinks just as soon as he's clocked the way heat creeps into your cheeks and the way you can't be still and you keep stepping just a little closer maybe Munson is onto something. She's always so quiet or jumpy around me.

As you step past him to go into the house and grab your sweater and the damned Algebra book you loathe with every fiber of your being, he steps into your way and you swallow hard, your head tilted as you stare up at him, twisting hair around your finger. ❝ Is something wrong?❞ you finally manage to speak. He chuckles quietly. ❝ I could show you, y'know.❞

You bite your bottom lip, eyes flitting to the drum kit nearby. It's something he enjoys, therefore, you're interested in it too. But learning to play seems a bit..daunting. Like you might be a bother.

But you think it's a way to be close to him. Take him up on it.

❝ Y-yeah❞ you smile as you stammer out the word, ❝ I'd like..totally love that, Gareth.❞ and as soon as you realize exactly how flirtatious you sound, a slow heat rises to your cheeks. ❝ Does now work?❞ you've stepped closer, vanilla and strawberry fills his nose as your soft little body rubs against his softly. You’re staring up at him with that cute little shy grin and twirling your hair and his train of thought jumps all the tracks, he's zoned out for a few seconds, unfocused. A hand grazes your hip before he can stop himself.

❝ Yeah. Now is perfect, actually.❞ - and he's silent. He has not one clue what to do, he never thought he'd make it as far as he did. He assumed that you'd laugh at his offer, he never once stopped to consider at all the possibility that you'd say yes, let alone want to do it immediately.

You're doing it again, you have this cute little nervous habit where you bite your lip a lot when you're nervous. She does it nonstop around me, he thinks, stepping even closer as he clears his throat and nods to his drum kit, giving you a little smirk.

You wander over behind him, pouting the whole way because he stepped away from you and you missed the body to body contact you had.

He sits down on the stool and pats his thigh. You gaze at his lap, swallowing hard, your heart about to beat right out of your chest. He chuckles quietly and reaches out, pulling you down into his lap. You wind up settled on one of his thighs and biting back a whimper as you feel your body get fire-hot all over in a split second, you manage to pull together enough to glance over your shoulder at him as he slips his arms around you to grab his drumsticks.

❝ Hey.❞ you ask, ❝ do you know any Metallica? Or Def Leppard?❞

He chuckles, a little stunned that you can even name any musicians beyond Madonna because he's only ever heard you listening to her when you're over babysitting.

❝ You..you listen to those bands?❞ he asks, shock and awe making his eyes widen almost comically and you laugh softly, grinning as you nod. ❝ And Poison, Motley Crue, Ozzy Osbourne.. What? Music is music, Gare.❞

❝ Yeah, well..❞ he trails off. He almost points out that people think it's weird but he keeps the thought to himself instead.

He doesn't want to be like the people who judge and bully him.

❝ How about this one?❞ he starts to play the drum solo for Foolin. ❝ Do you know that song?❞ he asks, rough lips just barely graze your ear when he asks, chuckling quietly.

You bite back a whine, his breath is warm, his voice is silk and gravel all at once, everything combines to be a distraction to you, so much that you barely manage to keep your cool enough to answer, a breathy ❝ Yeah. Foolin..right? Is it Foolin by Def Leppard?❞

He chuckles quietly. Manages a nod as he leans against your back and mutters a husky and quiet ❝ It is. Good girl, sugar.❞

Forgetting where you happen to be sitting, you do a little happy dance when he confirms that you've gotten it right. When he calls you a good girl, you can feel yourself melting. All your weight settles solidly on his thigh, which you're straddling.

You wind up rocking yourself right over his thigh and Gareth bites back a growl, his drumstick falling from his fingertips as he feels himself starting to get hard, the way you've rocked yourself against his thigh going straight to his cock.

That felt so good, you think, if I were braver… - the thought goes unfinished because Gareth clears his throat and after he picks up the drumstick he's dropped, he places both sticks into your hand, his hands engulfing yours as he chuckles quietly. ❝ You wanna hold 'em like this, ❞ he takes the drumsticks back, demonstrating the proper way but you're too distracted by his hands to retain what he's shown you so when he wraps his hands around yours, you squeak quietly.

Gareth snickers to himself, thinking, Okay, maybe Munson is onto something here. Wait, - that thought is quickly replaced by a heaping dose of skepticism in the form of, There's no way. Maybe she's just shy. Or maybe I'm too close and it's making her uncomfortable. That has to be it..Unless…

But when he lets go of your hands and they just happen to fall to your sides, caging you in place on his lap and you whine a little, squirming in his lap until your back is pressed totally against his chest and you manage to rock yourself over his thigh at least two times in the process, he finds himself wondering.

If you weren’t comfortable, you wouldn't keep trying to get even closer to him.

❝ I..uh..This is okay, right?❞ you ask quietly and you don't dare turn around and look at him because you can feel your body burning hot and you know if you were to, the desire you have to make a move might just trump any self preservation you still have and then you might really make things awkward.

❝ It’s fine. Are you okay?❞ he asks, curious because you're breathless and you keep moving around. He's in the midst of kicking himself for not just letting you have the stool to yourself while he stood behind you and the entire time, you're trying to press yourself down against his thigh just a little more because the way it feels when you do it is so good that you can't resist trying.

You’re aching, the accidental brushes up and down the length of his thigh have you throbbing with need and soaking through thin lace beneath your cheer skirt. You finally manage to mumble ❝ Y-yeah. I'm fine.❞ but you're dazed.

Gareth bites back a groan and he tries to focus on the music, on the way he's helping you hold the drumsticks in your hand, on anything but the warmth between your thighs or the way it feels when you move around, pressing yourself down into his thigh just a little harder each time you do it.

❝ Like this.❞ he takes the sticks and demonstrates again, patiently. He nearly drops the sticks a third -fourth, time as you squirm just a little, all over again.

You giggle softly, cheeks on fire. ❝ Sorry! I'm so bad at this.❞ you mutter. He laughs quietly, the warmth of his breath tickles your ear. ❝ No you're not. Nobody can play when they're just starting out, sugar.❞ he mutters, pressing his chest against your back even more as his hands cover your own again. ❝ Good girl.❞ he chuckles quietly against your ear, ❝ See? You're already getting the hang of it.❞

Just make a move already. The thought comes, Gareth coughs quietly as it does. The worst that will happen is she laughs. You’re kind of used to that reaction. - but for all the sense it makes, there's a huge reason he just can't bring himself to do it.

He actually likes you. A lot. Enough that the two or three times he's called you sugar or good girl has him worried that he's going overboard, dangerously close to blowing any chance in his wildest dreams that he might’ve had with you.

Just do something. He doesn't have to be the one to take the lead, y'know. - the thought is nagging at you. ❝ I've got an amazing teacher...❞ you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. You try to reign yourself in, even if it's only a little. It's probably way too late for that now, you think, might as well just go for it.

One of you needs to do something. He's both totally oblivious and entirely too nice to make a move.

And you want him bad enough that you're sick of fighting it. You're done chickening out.

As you turn to face him, his drumstick crashes to the concrete, the sound is jarring. You press yourself down against his thigh and his breath hangs, he just barely manages to stop another growl as his fingers dig into your lower back and your hip. ❝ __?❞ he questions, caught off guard.

You swallow hard and your eyes settle on the way pearly teeth graze against the rough skin of his bottom lip. He goes to speak again, his words cut off by your finger pressing into his mouth.

❝ You’re kinda beautiful.❞ you mutter in awe. He can't stop the low growl that rises up from deep in his chest this time. Blue eyes fix on the way you've raised one of your hands, caught his signature red flannel vest in your grip as you rock yourself over his thigh all over again. ❝I've always thought so..❞ you add as an afterthought.

You look him in the eyes as you say it, a little hiss slips out as your eyes flutter open and closed and your head falls back a little. You’re rocking yourself against his thigh just a little faster now. He can feel how hot you're getting. He's hard enough to break and half afraid that any second, he's going to wake up and realize this was just another wet dream.

❝ You are, sugar.❞ he mumbles, half expecting to wake up because what's happening, it has to be a dream.

You lock eyes with him and move closer. Slipping your arms around his neck. ❝ Can I..❞ you stop talking, you need a minute or two to pull yourself together, ❝ Can I kiss you, pretty boy?❞

Gareth Emerson is floored. He's never had anyone want to kiss him, let alone ask him like you just have. ❝ Do you wanna kiss me, sweetheart?❞ he asks, gazing up at you.

❝ Mhm.❞ you're practically purring, melting into him even more. It takes a few seconds but he finally catches on, realizes it's not a dream and you're leaning in real close. His heart is pounding like a drum. When you rock yourself over his thigh yet again, he groans and catches hold of your hips, warns you ❝ If you keep it up, sugar...❞ as his lips just barely graze your own.

The whine that escapes your mouth is needy and it's not quiet at all. You drag your fingers through thick curls and tug as your mouth bumps against his softly. Clumsy. ❝ I can't stop.❞ you mumble as your tongue parts his lips, dragging along his tongue, ❝ I..I don’t wanna. Feels so good.❞ the kiss deepens, his hand raises, slipping up your shirt and underneath your bra as you moan out his name and he squeezes your hip, guiding you back and forth over his thigh, ❝ Good girl. Let me help, yeah?❞

❝ P-please?❞ you beg, gasping softly when he moves you from his thigh to his lap and you can feel his clothed bulge as it presses up into you. He nips at your bottom lip hungrily, a hand raised to tug your hair free so that it tumbles down from the two crooked ponytails you pulled it up into for cheer practice this afternoon. The two of you are breathless, every single time he bucks himself up into you, he's bigger. Harder.

❝ Tell me how that feels, sugar. I..I wanna make you feel good.❞

❝ Feels so good. So good.❞ you nip at his lip and he parts your lips with his tongue all over again, ❝ I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart.❞ he mutters, ❝ –ah fuck. such a good little girl for me, aren't y'?❞

You melt into him all over again, throbbing, needy and begging him to take you right then and there…

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Requests 🤨📸

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myuninterestinglifestory · 2 years

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GARETH E. X GN!READER : MOVIE NIGHT TURNED TO CUDDLES. 🤭

Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

The basement smelled like teenage boy and feet. The Hellfire Club was stretched out across the couches, fixated on The Goonies. The tape whirred and clicked wildly in the VHS player, the static popping of the screen occasionally scaring one of the boys. Gareth was half asleep, holding a half empty bowl in his arms, popcorn spilling onto the carpet. Y/n slid off their couch and crawled over to Gareth.

"Hey, Gareth," They muttered. "I'm gonna eat your popcorn, okay?"

Gareth mumbled, "Nah, don't take my... popcorn..."

"You're not eating it..."

"Issss mine!" He yanked the bowl away from Y/n. They sat next to him and snatched a handful out of the bowl. "Stop it!"

"Oh, come on, GareBear. You're asleep!" Y/n slipped their fingers into Gareth's hair, playing with his curls.

"I am not," Gareth's heavy voice contradicted his words. "'M wide awake." He leaned into Y/n's touch, "Can you braid it again?"

Y/n grinned, "For some popcorn."

"Hate you," Gareth sighed as he offered up the bowl. Y/n took a handful of popcorn and threaded Gareth's hair into braids.

"You know, you look--"

"Stop talking over there!" Eddie screeched at the pair, eyes not leaving the screen.

Y/n lowered their voice and leaned down to Gareth, laying his head in their lap. "You look real cute when you let me do your hair."

"I do not." He protested, blushing a bit at the proximity. He couldn't be this close to his crush without showing his affection towards them. "But in what way?"

Y/n hummed in response. "What do you mean?"

"Like, cute in a dateable way, or..."

"Yeah, sure," Y/n pecked Gareth's forehead. "Go to sleep, Garebear."

"Fineee," Gareth mumbled, getting comfortable in Y/n's lap. They tossed a blanket over Gareth and leaned back a little bit, trying to fall asleep in a good position. "You alright?"

"Totally perfect," Y/n tenatively touched Gareth's hand and he eagerly interlocked their fingers. Gareth gently brushed his lips across Y/n's knuckles. "That's even more perfect."

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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Can't Stop Thinking About You

pairing| Gareth Emerson x female reader

readersynopsis| Shameless smut involving virgin Gareth and his best friend

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. TW: Abuse. Includes a little bit of hurtxcomfort, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. The characters are both 18 and about to graduate HS.

AN: This was supposed to be short but it's not lmao. ty to Anon for the request!!! I took some liberties around the concept of virginity and gave the reader sub/brat vibes even though they're the more experienced ones in this situation. Hope you like it!!

The rain outside is tapping softly against the window pane as Gareth lays in bed, the only light in the room coming from the full moon tonight. It’s nearly one in the morning, and he has yet to fall asleep. He’s been tossing and turning thinking about the night before, unable to control the repetitive thought running through his mind. You’re in the same room, on top of him with your boobs free and bouncing, absolutely sex drunk. There are flyway hairs sticking to your cheeks and a smug grin on your face as you lean in and balance yourself with both hands on his chest. He can’t stop picturing it, the shape of your lips in a little “o”, the movement of your hips. The memory makes him groan, shifting again as he resists the urge to jerk off. He just wants you again. This realization had followed him all through the day, as he struggled to sit through his classes. At lunch, you’d slid into your spot at the lunch table near Eddie and tangled your feet between his. The touch was both a relief and a struggle. He’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom because he’d nearly cum his pants.

It wasn’t that he’d never been touched by a girl before, no, he’d been kissed and held hands and even gotten a blow job once (it barely counted because her parents had come home before they’d done anything else). It was that no girl had driven him mad like this before. You two had been friends for years since 8th grade when you’d moved three houses down from him, and the moment he’d met you he knew he had a thing for you. But he’d convinced himself it would be weird to like someone in the friend group, so he settled for the next best thing - friendship. It was a solid one, with lots of late nights playing video games and talking about school. Plenty of shared car rides and high-school parties. He’d known both of your boyfriends, knew who your first kiss was. It was pleasant, you listened to the same music, and liked the same movies. He was fine watching you from afar, despite feeling a bit creepy for noticing the way your body moved when you danced or how your boobs grew bigger sophomore year. Then, in Junior year it all changed. One night you’d shown up at his doorstep at 2 am, shivering in shorts and a t-shirt during mid-winter, sobbing. Your parents were fighting and your dad had slammed your mom against the wall knocking her unconscious before storming out of the house. You’d called the cops, and your grandmother, and as they all left you’d insisted - “I want to stay with Gareth, I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

His parents had welcomed you with open arms, and extra blankets. He remembered the look on his mother's face when he’d knocked on her bedroom door and explained. A knowing look shared between her and him, the remembrance of the before times when his dad had done the same. Before they’d left their old town and before she met Greg, his boring but genuine, safe step-dad. Without hesitation, his mom had gotten up, made tea, and grabbed the girl a set of fresh clothes. She would be welcome here any time of day or night, emergency or not. The rules had never changed.

After that, Gareth had been by your side through every step of the divorce. He’d babysat your siblings, carried your mom's groceries, and talked with you well into the night on the phone. He refused to admit that it brought out his old feelings, deepened them in fact. You are y/n, and you are his best friend - that is all. Except it wasn’t. You had almost always felt the same, convincing yourself he only saw you as a friend, perhaps as you grew closer - a sibling. Your second boyfriend had taken your virginity, and you’d filled the void after he was gone with random flings, always in the back of your mind that curly-haired boy with the freckles and pretty smile. As senior year approached, you’d grown more and more anxious at the idea that Gareth would be far away. You’d promised yourself that if you both were single by graduation, you’d tell him. Get it out of the way before you both started the next chapter. This was until you’d found out the news.

“I don’t wanna open this fucking envelope,” he flopped down next to you on the sofa, holding a large paper envelope with college lettering on the front.

“Big envelopes are good! My acceptance letter came like that.” You chide, eyeing the package to see who it was from. “Purdue?” You asked, smiling at him.

He grinned, “I told you I applied, dufus. Can’t let you take all the stupid with you to college.”

You laugh, urging him to open it as he takes his sweet time tearing the envelope open.

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.” He chuckles.

“Last time I checked I am not a virtuous person, Gare.” You reply, grabbing it and ripping it open, before handing it back. “Read it.”

He slid the the contents out, scanning the letter inside as his face turned red. “Oh shit.”

“What?!” You crane your neck to try and read it too, your stomach turning.

He leans it towards him, blocking your view and smirking, “Patience.”

“Gareth Emerson,” you holler, grabbing the sheet out of his hands, “SHOW ME.”

He lets you read for a moment and smiled widely as you jump up and down, “You’re in!!!! Gareth!!”

His mom turns the corner and her eyes widen as you fling the paper her way, “Mrs. Emerson!! Look!!”

She gets just as excited, grabbing Gareth into a tight hug, and you watch them talk excitedly as a thought crosses your mind. You and Gareth are going to college together. It tumbles around as you process it, a moment passing as you let it hit you. Oh god. Gareth is going to Purdue too. How can you possibly tell him now?

…

A month had passed, April turning to May as classes rolled to a close. There was a week left of school, and everyone was on the edge of their seats. One more week till freedom. Y/N stood at her locker, balancing books in one hand as she fought her lock with the other. Gareth had been on his way to help, noticing the precarious position of her science textbook when the hem of her shirt had rolled up a bit and caught his gaze. A shiny crystal skull adorned her belly button, shimmering against the hall lights, and he froze. A belly ring? Oh my god. Snapping out of it, he grabbed her book just as it fell, her locker springing open.

“Jesus Christ, I hate this fucking thing. Thank you.” You mumble, grabbing the text book from his hands and smiling at him before you turn back to grab your flannel out of the locker.

You walk together as the halls fill with students leaving for the end of the day.

“I can’t believe this is our last Monday here.” You say, grabbing the edge of his vest to keep from getting pulled apart in the crowd. “It’s going to be so weird to not come back after the weekend.”

“Can’t fucking wait.” He nods back, smiling.

The car ride home is quick, Gareth opting for Metallica with the windows rolled down. He admires the way you close your eyes and let the breeze blow through your hair. You blink, catching him stare at you in the rearview mirror.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Hi.” He says back, eyes back on the road.

The rest of the drive is calm, your thoughts spinning as Gareth pulls into his driveway and you tumble out of the car.

As is tradition, you settle onto the living room floor with your homework while Gareth grabs a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and switches on the TV. He crashes on the sofa, and you settle between his legs as you zone in on the last bit of assignments you have. It doesn’t take long before you’re done and you’re both watching the screen, static crossing over once and awhile as you snuggle in. The closeness makes your body warm, and you push it down. Maybe you should just tell him and get it over with now, since summer is only a week away. Three months to let the awkwardness fade didn’t sound so bad, and you knew your friendship was stronger than that. It's fine, you repeat to yourself.

“What’s fine?” Gareth asks, and you wince, not realizing you'd said it out loud.

“Uh, nothing.” You wave your hand, “Nothing.”

He leans over you, not letting it go. “Liar.”

“I’m not lying!” You say defensively, as he pulls your ponytail.

“I don’t know if you know this but I can tell,” he chuckles, “you have a tell.”

“I do not.” You groan, trying to cover the blush on your cheeks. Tell him.

“You absolutely do.” He laughs, “Your ears go red.”

You throw your hands over your ears, face burning. TELL HIM.

“Spill.” He says, pulling his leg over you as he slides down on the ground next to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“Um. I-I don’t know how too.” You whisper, a lump in your throat. Am I actually doing this now? Your stomach turns, and you feel queasy. Come on, it's just Gareth. He’ll forgive you.

“Tell me,” he chides, “you tell me everything, y/n, it can’t be that bad.”

“Not everything.” You whisper, your voice barely audible, squeaking.

He gives you a serious look now, frowning. “What is it, you’re freaking me out.”

He doesn’t let on but his own heart is pounding. It can’t possibly be what he’s hoping for, but…the way you look right now is hard to brush off. Your whole face is red, and you’re looking at him through your lashes, eyes watering.

“I like you,” you blurt out, slapping your hand over your mouth as quickly as the words came out and staring straight ahead. Your stomach is in your mouth now. I’m fucked.

He’s staring at you and you can feel it. I am so fucked.

“You…you what?” He asks, mouth slightly ajar.

You shake your head, shaking a little.

He slides in front of you, prying your hands from your face. “Say it again, please.”

You stare at him, your hands together still, unable to hide the burn in your face. “I like you.”

He blinks a few times as you stutter on, “I like you and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I freaked out and now I…” You trail off. He looks absolutely dumb struck, and you don’t know what else to say. Instead of speaking you do what comes more naturally, you lean in and kiss him. Your lips brush the corner of his mouth and he lets out a little sigh as you pull your face away.

“Gareth can you please say something.” You beg, hands still in his.

He doesn’t, instead he pulls you back in, kissing you harder this time. His lips are so soft, and warm, and you lean into it happily.

“I. Like. You. Too.” He says, in between kisses, and you’re struggling to breath as you pull him into you, practically on top of you. The anxiety gives way to excitement, bubbling in your stomach as he groans into your mouth, his hands sliding behind your neck and pulling your face to his. You’ve dreamed of this, unable to process anything besides the feeling of him against you. Your skin is electric, warm with the pressure of his hands all over you. He pulls away, a small string of spit connecting your mouths, and you giggle, wiping his chin with your sleeve.

“Hi,” you whisper again.

“Hey,” he says back, eyes running over your face. He’s red now too, cheeks blossoming with color and lips slightly parted. Feeling more confident now, you grab his shirt and kiss his neck, trailing kisses down his jaw. He’s moaning a little, tilting his head so you can access the soft skin of his collarbone. Your hands roam, under his shirt, feeling the happy trail above the seam of his boxers. You moan this time, kissing his lips again as you feel him start to get hard, cock pressing through his jeans and against your leg.

“Y/N, hey, wait.” He whines, grabbing your wrist.

You panic and pull back, “Are you okay? Did I do-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “You’re fine, pretty,” he kisses your cheek. “I just uh…I haven’t…”

He looks at you, trying to find the words. You nod, encouraging him to go on.

“I’m technically still a virgin.” He says, shifting uncomfortably.

“I thought you..um, I thought Sarah Lyland gave you head?” You look at him confused.

“That’s it,” he laughs a little. “And it was…um, there was alot of teeth.”

You look at him, horrified. “Teeth?”

“Teeth.” He nods, laughing at your expression.

“I am going to fix that.” You say, dead serious.

His eyes widen, “There’s no pressure.”

“I want to,” you shake your head adamantly. “If you’re okay with it, I want to so bad.” You say. Your mouth is watering a little at the idea and you glance down at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Is that a yes?” You grin, and he nods, blushing again as you kiss him on the cheek.

You stand, and offer him a hand, pulling him up as he says, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

You giggle, turning to go upstairs. “Is anyone home?”

He shakes his head, “My sisters are at a sleepover tonight and my mom and dad are going to be out late for date night.”

“Good,” you smirk, pulling him upstairs towards his room. “I don’t want to be quiet.”

His eyes widen at your comment, quickly following you up the stairs, practically slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

“Force of habit,” he grins, seeing you raise your eyebrow.

“You have to lock your door very often?” you say in a snarky tone, batting your eyes at him as you pull him into you.

“M-maybe.” He stutters, leaning in to kiss you again, his tongue running in between your lips as you sigh into his mouth.

“Naughty boy. What do you think about?” you ask, slowly running your hand down his chest and towards his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans.

His cheeks are beet red, as he stammers, “You.”

You smile happily, kissing his jaw again as you slide his pants to the floor and let him kick off his shoes.

“What about me?” You moan, as he trails kisses down your jaw, his dick pressing into you through his boxers. He’s fully showing now, his pants tented around him as he attacks your neck.

“I-I like the way your nipples look through your shirt,” he says breathlessly, gasping as you palm his erection. “And the way you look in that plaid miniskirt.” He groans, trying not to thrust into your hand. He’s never felt this good before, your hands slide around him perfectly and he feels like he’s going to melt. "Also your new belly ring." He grins, making you giggle.

You pull away, lifting the hem of his shirt and pulling it off of him, tossing it to the side.

“Go sit for me baby,” you whisper, unbuttoning your own pants and sliding them off.

He complies, looking a bit like a deer in the headlights as he gingerly sits down on his mattress, watching you slowly pull your shirt over your head, giving him a show.

You’d opted to wear a lacy bra under your Led Zeppelin shirt, thankfully, and he was slack jawed at the sight of you, practically drooling.

You slide down to your knees in front of him, trailing kisses down his torso as your hands pull at the waist of his boxers. You pull them off, leaving them pooled at his feet as you admire his cock. It’s average length, but he’s girthy. A long vein runs down the underside and you can see his balls nestled in a little bush of light brown hair. Pretty. He’s seeping at the tip, pink and twitchy as you gaze up at him with a little grin. Slowly, you take him in your hands and lick him from the bottom of the shaft to the tip, circling him with your tongue. He’s watching you intently, mouth slightly open, panting already as he takes in the sight of you playing with his cock. You tease a little longer, hands massaging his balls as you carefully spit onto his tip, sliding him into your mouth. He’s a mess and you’ve barely touched him, throwing his head back as you begin to bob up and down, taking him deep into your throat and twisting with your hands.

“J-Jesus christ,” he whimpers, grabbing at the sheets on his bed, unable to look at you for more than a second. He edges himself a lot, but nothing has EVER felt like this. “I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.” He groans, trying to push your face away. “Y/N, I cant-“, you ignore him, taking him deeper in your throat and looking up at him with doe eyes. He’s shaking, straining, trying not to cum embarrassingly fast but you don’t care. You want to see him cum, want to taste it. You flatten your tongue now, pushing him into the back of your throat and gagging on him. It sends him over the edge and he cums hard, moaning so loud you’re pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear him. You let him release it all, slowly pulling back with a pop as you swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. There’s drool all over his legs, a trail connecting your face and his cock, making you smile. He’s staring at you speechless, still twitching.

“How was that?” You ask, giggling a little as he just stares at you.

“I think I just died and went to heaven.” He pants. “I’ve never…you felt…”

You giggle again, standing and running your hands through his curls, kissing his forehead.

“I told you I’d fix it.”

“Fix it? That didn’t even compare, baby.” He looked up at me hungrily, “You’re a goddess.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head, and he pulls you onto his lap.

You straddle him, and kiss his sweaty cheeks, running your fingers through his hair again.

“My turn,” he whispers in your ear, and you feel him slide his hands under your ass.

“I uh, I will not be as good as you but if you don’t mind helping…I want to eat you out.” He holds onto you tightly, waiting for your reply.

“Gladly,” you grin. “If it makes you feel better, no ones ever done it so…so we can figure it out together.”

“Never?” He pulls back, looking shocked. You shake your head, blushing.

“I’m gonna fix that.” He grins and you giggle again, crawling off his lap and sliding out of your underwear. He watches you, reaching to touch the skin of your hips and running a finger along your torso.

“You’re….you're so…” he whispers, uncertainly running his hand toward your folds.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finishes, letting a finger slide into you as you stand there, making you whimper. You’re wet from the slow burn, aching for more, and he notices. Still unsure of himself, he pulls you in closer and you mewl as he palms at your pussy messily. You grind your hips into his hand and he smiles before pulling away and laying you down on the bed. Settling himself between your legs, he runs his hand up your thighs and sighs. Last week you’d worn fishnets and he’d be unable to stop staring, aching to touch your legs. The way your thighs pushed through the netting, rubbing against each other - it drove him insane. Leaning down he littered kisses inside your thighs, grabbing at the skin and digging his fingers into the flesh as you squirmed happily under the affection.

You reached down, lifting his chin as he looked up at you, a little pussy drunk. “This is where I want you,” You motion, fingers falling from his chin and down to your clit. Unable to control yourself, you rubbed yourself a little, and he smacked your hand away. Gently, scared to hurt you, he dove head first into your folds, tongue circling around the spot you showed him. You cried out, hands flying to his hair and he pulled away, worried. Not letting him get a word out, you pulled his face back to you, and he chuckled as he realized your cries were happy ones. The vibrations drove you wild, his nose nudging into you as he lapped at your pussy, your core tightening at the friction. With shocking smoothness, he slid a finger into you again as he lapped away, and you ground up against his face, the edges of your vision starting to blur. He’s humping the bed, hard again at the view of you unraveling around his face between your thighs. You’re pulling at his hair desperately, and he moans into you, sending you spiraling over the edge. You came as hard as he had, feeling your slick coat your legs and his face, and he doesn’t stop. He continues to eat you out like a starving man with his last meal, until you’re begging him to stop, your legs shaking violently. He pulls away, giving you a goofy smile, his curls sticking to his forehead as he watches you come down from your high.

“How was that?” He asks, still rubbing your legs. You pant, trying to catch your breath.

“Can’t feel my legs.” You giggle and he grins broadly, kissing your torso.

“Good.”

Ignoring the mess on his face, you pull him in to kiss you again and he slams into you, humping you softly as you kiss deeply. Your legs instinctively wrap around him and you break the kiss as you realize something.

“Do you, uh, have any condoms?” You ask, and he nods, shyly, pulling away from you to grab them.

“Just in case.” He chuckles, rummaging through his desk drawers as you sit up, unclasping your bra. He looks over, pausing to watch your boobs fall free, and you can see his cock twitch. He hurriedly pulls the rubber out of the plastic, and you motion for him to come over.

“Let me do it,” you say, sliding it down onto him and rolling it down as he grunts at your touch.

“I want to ride you,” you demand, standing and pushing him onto the bed. He laughs, letting you, and stops abruptly as you climb on top of him.

He’s taking in all of you now, hands on your hips as you slide down onto him. He grunts as he bottoms out, head back and mouth open as he feels you.

“Holy shit.”

You’re too cock hungry for him to reply, pulling his hands to your chest as he grabs at you, massaging your boobs and moaning as you begin to grind your hips.

“Feel so good, so good.” He’s mewling, grasping at you as you get faster, starting to feel another orgasm building in your core.

You gasp and moan, incoherently riding him into the bed, pushing him deeper into the mattress as you pant.

“Y/N.” He’s whining, saying your name over and over, and it pushes you over the edge. Your pussy clenches around him and your legs shake, tears streaming down your face as you push your hands to his chest for balance and keep riding.

“Cum, Gareth, please cum.” You beg, “I wanna feel you cum.”

You’re an absolute whining mess above him, mascara running, head tossed back. He ruts into you, pulling you into a hug as he thrusts into you. He can feel you seize around him, his thrusts getting sloppy, and faster. He cries out your name again as he cums, cock pumping into you and twitching so hard you can feel it. You stay like that, gasping into his neck and peppering kisses on his jaw as you both come down from your highs. Neither of you wants to move, and you don’t until he finally starts to soften inside of you.

You roll off him, completely wiped out and snuggle into his side, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Your socks are still on.” You giggle, and he laughs, both of you giddy and fucked out.

Eventually he slides you out of his arms and stumbles out of bed, throwing the condom in the trash and pulling on a pair of pajama pants.

“Sorry about your sheets.” You mumble with a smile, blushing.

He shrugs, “I’ll wash them every day if you keep doing that.” And plants a kiss on your forehead, pulling you back into his arms and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

…

Gareth smiles at the memory, the clock now blinking at 1:30 am. Fuck it, he thinks, climbing out of bed and pulling on a hoodie and shoes. He tucks a condom in his pocket. I’m waking her up. He reaches for the lock on the window and nearly jumps out of his skin as a rock hits the pane. Opening it slowly, he leans out and tries not to laugh. You’re standing on the lawn in your pajamas, smiling, holding a sheet of paper with sharpie sprawled across it. “Basement window?” It says, and he nods, pulling himself back inside and carefully down the stairs, where he slides open the glass panels and watches you drop in. You turn, taking in his clothes, and giggling.

“Where are you headed?” You whisper.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He grins.

#rosemaryandarsenic rants #stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth smut #gareth x reader #gareth emerson x y/n

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tbmunson · 2 years

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Lace & Leather - Gareth Emerson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You fill in on bass for Jeff. Your boyfriend, Gareth, busts his lip. Your brother, Eddie, helps you get laid. Basically part 2 to Tattoos & Trig. (Everyone is 18+)

Warnings: SMUT. 18+. NO MINORS. Blood kink. Praising. Dom!Gareth. Needy!Reader. Unprotected sex. P in V sex. Public(ish?) sex. Gareth being a simp. Brother!Eddie knowing about your kinks/sex life. As always let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 2300ish (I know I previously said 2100ish but I edited and added)

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"Jeff's sick. Can you cover bass for practice today?" Eddie asked, peeking into your open bedroom door.

You looked up from the Rolling Stone magazine you'd stolen from the convenience store and nodded. "Yeah, I was going anyway." You said, dog earring the page about the new KISS record.

"Oh, were you?" Eddie raised his eyebrows suggestively and turned around, but not walking away.

You rolled your eyes and stood from the bed. You hadn't been able to make mention of seeing Gareth the last three months without Eddie's suggestive looks and stupid laugh. "Do you, like, want me to fuck him or something?" You asked, stepping into the skinny jeans you'd pulled off of the floor.

"Not particularly." Eddie was facing the hallway while you dressed.

"Then why do you keep making those stupid faces?" You grabbed the Iron Maiden t shirt turned tank top out of the closet before changing into it. Your black lace bra was visible since the arm holes stopped even with your belly button.

Eddie shrugged. "Because I know you guys haven't."

You pulled the frizzy dark curls into a ponytail and laughed. "And how would you know?"

"Because you haven't told me. You tell me everything." He glanced back as he heard you sit on your bed to lace your black leather boots. "But it looks like you plan on doing it tonight." His face soured as he took in the lace and the skin.

You rolled your eyes and tied the laces. "You guys never let me actually play on stage with you. Gotta live my rockstar fantasy somehow."

"Yeah? Gonna have him snort a line off your ass while you're at it?"

You looked up at him rolled your eyes. "If he wants to." You knew he was kidding since none of you did anything harder than smoking weed.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "He's gonna be shit today, distracted and all." He said, turning to walk out of your room.

"Tell Jeff not to be sick next time!" You called after him before standing to grab your bass from the wall.

You and Eddie pulled up to Gareth's house having placed bets on how long the boy would be able to focus.

"I bet ten minutes. Five if you actually put on the lipstick." Eddie smirked, looking at the deep cherry red tube you had in your hand.

"I don't think you give him much credit. I think he'll be fine until I start sweating." You swiped the pigment across your lips as you looked into the small vanity mirror.

"I think you give him too much." Eddie said, opening his door to get out.

You rolled your eyes and followed in suit around back to get your instruments.

"It's Eddie and Y/N!" You heard Kevin call to Gareth as you closed the van doors.

"Hey!" You smiled and waved, taking steps towards the garage.

Gareth peeked around the wall and his jaw dropped. "Whoa." He was too far away for you to hear, but you could see him practically drooling.

"Maybe we both overestimated him." You looked up to your brother, who was smirking at the boys in front of him.

"Jeff's got the flu so Y/N is filling in for him."

Gareth swallowed hard as he stepped out fully to hug you. "Hey, baby." He sounded timid as you wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer to your level.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and giggled. "Hi." You smiled at the lipstick stain that was delicately stuck to his skin now.

"We're still having practice, right, Eddie?" Kevin asked as he watched the two of you.

"That's the plan until Gareth can't carry a rhythm." Eddie replied, watching Gareth's hand slip lower and lower. "Let's get started yeah?" He said rather loudly before Gareth's hand could reach your ass.

You pulled Gareth down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before releasing him and walking over to plug your bass into the amp.

Gareth tapped out a basic beat on the drums and you joined in with your bass to warm up.

"It's creepy how they just do that." Kevin mumbled, hooking his guitar up as well.

Eddie chuckled and nodded in time with the beat before adding a riff to it. "Kinda like that?" He asked, smirking.

Practice was going well until, like you'd predicted, you got sweaty.

Gareth couldn't keep his eyes off of your glistening figure as you jumped around, and definitely not when you stepped up to the mic to be the backup vocals for your brother. There was something about the way you used your entire body, standing on your tiptoes, using both hands to bring the mic to your mouth. And don't even get him started on how sexy he thought the contrast in the angelic tone and rasp of your voice was. Gareth's grip on his drumstick came loose as he hit his snare, causing the stick to bounce back up and hit him in the lip.

"Ow, fuck!" Gareth covered his mouth as the tinge of blood made its way into his mouth.

You quickly stripped the bass from your body and placed it on the stand before jogging over to check on him. "What happened, baby?" You asked, squatting down in front of him.

"It slipped and busted my lip." He answered, mumbling through his hand.

You moved his hand away from his mouth and nodded, grabbing the bandana from your back pocket. You didn't always copy your brother, but when you did, it was something practical. "Let me clean you up." You said, pouring some of his water onto the cloth.

He nodded and let you work clearing the smudges blood from his face so you could find the spot it was bleeding from.

"Come on, Kev. Let's give them a few minutes." Eddie said, nodding his other friend away from the garage.

"I can't believe I did that." Gareth mumbled as you pulled him up from the stool and towards the couch.

You bit your lip and nodded, watching the blood trickle from his bottom lip. "It happens, baby. It's okay." You were thankful Eddie had taken Kevin away from here as you watched the deep red bead form and spread into Gareth's lips. Eddie knew about the blood kink.

"Are you alright?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, drawing you back away from your fantasy.

You nodded and blushed. "I just really wanna kiss you right now." You looked down into your lap.

"But my lip is bleeding." He replied, moving his hand to the side of your neck so you'd look at him.

You nodded and whimpered as the blood dripped down. "I know, Gare. I know, it's weird but..."

"But you like it?" He asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, flicking your gaze between his eyes and his bloody lip.

"It's okay, baby. Go for it." He smiled, tugging the small cut aparts and creating a slightly heavier blood flow.

You timidly leaned towards him, connecting your lips and moaning lightly as the feeling of his blood on your lips.

One of his hands pulled your scrunchie from your hair to grip it as his other traced down your back and into the pocket of your tight jeans.

Your mouth opened more and your tongue licked the line of blood that had dripped towards his chin before you reconnected your lips with his.

The feeling was unfamiliar, turned on so much with blood in his mouth, but he loved it. The hand in your pocket squeezed your ass before tracking up under your shirt to your sweat dampened skin.

"Should we take this to your bedroom?" You asked, knowing the other two band members, one of which being your older brother, were still poking around somewhere outside.

Gareth shook his head and pushed a button on the wall for the garage door to close. "I think they'll get the hint."

"Looks like practice is over, Kev." Eddie said as he took a drag from his cigarette.

You smirked, pulling your shirt over your head.

Gareth leaned back towards you but instead of kissing your lips he smeared the blood down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin. He would wince once in a while as his busted lip reminded him it still hurt, but he would push it off to the side again quickly as he focused on your needy whines.

"Gareth, baby please." You rolled your hips up into his desperate for some friction. You moaned when you felt how hard he was through his jeans.

He pulled back, admiring the drying blood trail from one side of your neck to the other and down the valley of your boobs. "You know, Sugar, I never thought drawing flowers on you in math class would lead me here. You under me, covered in my blood, begging for me." His fingers trailed over the cup of your bra as he spoke.

You whined again, louder, needier. "Need you so fucking bad, Gareth please."

He reached down to unbutton your jeans as quickly as he could before tugging them down just enough to slip his hand into your panties. "Oh, yeah, looks like you are needy, huh? So fucking wet for me baby. Goddamn."

You moaned out as his middle finger slipped up and down your folds.

His free hand reached down to unlace your boots as he worked you over with his hand. "Such a good girl." He mumbled against your ear.

You turned your head and pressed your lips to his again, sucking his bottom lip, running your tongue over the cut.

As soon as your boots hit the floor Gareth pulled back. "Do you want this?" He asked, standing in front of you.

You stood and nodded. "Yes. Please, get naked." You begged pushed your jeans and underwear off of your body before tossing your bra which landed on his drums.

He stripped just as fast, standing with only his skull and crossbone necklace. He spun you around and pushed you so were kneeling on the couch. He used his knee to spread you further.

You did as instructed, spreading your legs to where he guided you and rested your elbows against the back of it.

Gareth reached out out, dragging his hand up and down your soaking wet cunt before wrapping his hands around his cock and giving it a few pumps. "You ready, baby?" He lined himself up at your entrance and leaned over you, kissing your shoulder.

"Yes. Yes please." You pushed back slightly, whining at the feeling of him against you.

He placed his hands on your hips and pushed into you with a groan. "You feel so fuckin' good." He stated, his voice a low growl into your ear as he bottomed out.

You mewled, unable to even speak. You only nodded in response, squeezing the back of the couch until your knuckles turned white.

He started slowly, one hand working its way around to your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "So fuckin' good for me. Takin' me so well." He said, gaining speed as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"S'good." You couldn't get anything else out as you moaned, back arching. You rose higher and higher until your back was flush against his chest.

The hand that wasn't rubbing slow, teasing circles around your clit had wound its way up your body and was squeezing the sides of your throat in order to help support you.

Your lower stomach tightened as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. "Don't stop. Please. Please. Just like that Gareth, fuck."

"That's it. Say my name again baby."

"Gareth. Gareth I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum?" You dug your nails into his arm as you clung to him like your life depended on it.

"Yes, yes. Fuck." Gareth moaned as your walls spasmed around him, pushing him directly into his orgasm. The whimpers and groans that escaped him, directly into your ear intensified your pleasure.

You gasped for breath as you came down from the high, limp in his arms.

Gareth laid you down on the couch and moved to grab a towel from the dryer put you grabbed his hand.

"More." You whined, pulling him back towards you.

"You want more?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

You nodded, opening your legs again. "Fuck that cum back into me, please."

He shuddered and nodded. That was one of the filthiest things he'd ever heard and he wasn't going to deny you. "You're so fucking pretty. I love you, baby." He said, slipping back into you gently.

You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck. "Promise?"

He kissed the top of your head. "I promise, Sugar."

"I love you too, Gareth." You looked up him, red faced and sweaty. You laced your fingers behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss you, making him rest most of his body weight against you.

He didn't break the kiss as he slipped his hands under you, lacing them in your hair.

His strokes were slow, deliberate. He kept a steady rhythm as he tapped the soft spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer to the edge each time.

Your moans suffocated inside of his mouth as he kissed you, showing you just how much he did love you. Your hands fell down from his neck to his chest and around to his back where your nails scratched lightly against him.

"You almost there, Sugar?" He asked, pulling away just a few centimeters to look at your face.

You nodded at him, eyebrows knitting together.

One of his hands slipped back down your body to apply a bit of pressure to your clit. It only took about a minute of this to send you over the edge again, Gareth right behind you, kissing your face and neck until you stopped writhing beneath him.

"I'm gonna marry you one day, Sugar." He said, pulling you up to sit in his lap.

"Oh yeah? What'll the theme be?" You asked, smiling at him.

He looked around and smirked. "Lace and Leather." He chuckled, making reference to your bra and panties and your leather boots.

"I like that, Gare."

"You done fucking my sister? I'd like to come back in, please!" Eddie called from outside, causing you both to grown.

"Lemme get dressed, Eds!" You called back, but pouted when you weren't able to stand up on your jelly legs.

Gareth chuckled and gathered your clothes for you before getting back into his.

#gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson smut #stranger things smut #stranger things

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 8 months

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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.

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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Dinos And Dragons {G.E.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Use of (Y/N) to make the story flow better, Reader's spirit is stifled bc people are assholes, "freak", lots of petnames(babe, pretty girl, angel, my love), slight gross stuff(food chain stuff), slight use of big words, established relationship

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gareth loves his little dino girl, he truly does so he's quite angry when someone ruins her day and introduces her to her next hyperfixation.

You got ready with your favorite little dino hoodie, your bag, and a small gift for Gareth that you spent all night making for him. You were always so excited to start your day with your boyfriend. So excited that, every morning at 6:45, you sit at the window and watch for his car.

Soon enough Gareth arrived and you were out the door.

"Good morning Gareth! Thanks for taking me to school!" You said happily as you got in the car.

Gareth smiled and shook his head at your energy. "Babe. We do this every morning. And every morning it's way too early to be as excited as you are."

"And every morning I'm excited to see your face." You told him, your heart eyes glaringly obvious at this point. "Oh! I made you something last night." You said excitedly, handing him a small bottle cap pin with a dinosaur on it.

He carefully took the pin from you hand and smiled. "Aww, you shouldn't have." He told you as he struggled to pin it onto his flannel.

You took the pin from him and pinned it to the flannel for him with ease. "Yeah but I wanted to."

"You do you then pretty girl." He said as he attempted to back out. He eventually put his hand on the back of your headrest to rotate himself little and backed out easily since he could finally see.

You stared at him the whole time, admiring his focused expression and bit your lip before speaking again. "Stop, I'm gonna fall in love with you."

Gareth chuckled and turned forward to pay attention to the road again. "I don't see the problem with that?"

You quickly changed the subject and excitedly tapped your boyfriends arm. "Ooo! Ooo! Did I tell you about my essay?"

"What essay?"

"For English?" You responded questioningly, pulling your essay out of your folder.

Gareth's expression turned blank and you noticed that he gripped the wheel slightly harder. "Was that due today?"

"Yeah."

"Shit." He cursed angrily, hitting his steering wheel a little. "Anyway, continue. I interrupted and that wasn't cool."

"Anyway, I wrote my essay on the origin of dinosaurs and this has honestly got to be my best essay ever," You said excitedly. "And see? It's even all typed out and professional!"

Gareth beamed at you proudly at a red light. "Good job angel! I'm so proud of you!"

"Falling in love again." You informed him jokingly.

"Where's the problem?" He asked with the same tone.

You giggled and put your essay back in your folder. "Nowhere!"

. . .

English with Mrs. Cook wasn't always fun. Especially since she makes everyone read their essays out loud. As part of their grade. No pressure...

"Now, where's (Y/N) to present her essay to the class?" Mrs. Cook asked in her boring monotone voice while she clicked her very obnoxious red pen.

"Here!" You said excitedly, trying to get through the desks and chairs, hooking your foot on one by accident. "It's- ah- sorry! It's entitled 'The Origin of Dinsaurs' and-"

"Shocker Freak." You heard Matthew Farris mutter in the front, earning himself a few chuckles from surrounding students.

You gripped your essay and tried not to let it bother you, creasing your once crisp paper. "-And... um- I spent... way too long on it and, uh, I- I think I'll take the half-grade on this one Mrs. C. I don't want to bore anyone and... and it's, um... six pages long and kinda boring anyway." You said quietly, watching as Mrs. Cook made a mark in her grade book.

You made your way back to your seat and paid no attention to anyone after you, picking at your nails and trying not to cry.

. . .

You got to the Hellfire Club's table and huffed as you sat down. You laid your head on your arms and everyone noticed that you were acting off immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gareth asked, poking you from his seat across the table.

"What?" You asked quietly.

Gareth tilted his head to try and look at you. "You don't look like your usual self. You good?"

"Yeah I'm fine." You lied, circling your finger on the table as a means to distract yourself.

"You don't look fine," Jeff chimed in.

"Someone called me a freak earlier in class," You responded sadly.

Gareth nearly choked on his drink at your confession. "What?"

"Own it!" Eddie encouraged.

Gareth hit Eddie's arm and shook his head in disapproval. "Eddie, come on man. It upset her."

Eddie stared at Gareth for a few moments, picking his words carefully. "I am literally Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. Hear me out: If she let's one time ruin her day then she's in for a lifetime of hurt," He explained.

Gareth looked annoyed at Eddie's explanation. "Damn it! I hate when you're right."

You sat up and shrugged. "Yeah... I guess... It's just- am I lame?" You asked, rolling the sleeves of your hoodie up a little.

"What?"

"No." Eddie said plainly, popping a mini pretzel in his mouth.

"Why would you ask that?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know... It just seems that dinosaurs are kinda... childish I guess? I don't... I don't know. I'm sorry for bringing it up it just- I..." You nervously rambled, losing steam as you got closer to the end.

"Don't worry about it, you're just as cool as dinosaurs are." Jeff assured you, pulling on Gareth's flannel and pointing to the pin you made him. "See?"

You smiled a little and picked at your nails again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Also, I have a surprise for you after school," Gareth told you.

You smiled wider and sat up straighter. "Ooo! What is it?"

"It's... a surprise my love," Gareth reminded you. "I'm not ruining it."

Eddie groaned and threw his trash at Gareth. "Ew, gross. Be a couple somewhere else, you're reminding me that I'll probably die alone."

"Oh shut up." You smiled. "You won't die alone. You got us!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!" Eddie responded with fake enthusiasm.

. . .

After your last class of the day you quickly found Gareth and closed his locker, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from your very metal boyfriend. It was cute.

"So what is this mysterious surprise from lunch?" You asked, playing with the straps on your back pack.

Gareth nodded his head toward the school's parking lot. "It's in my car."

You tilted your head slightly and looked at him, very confused. "Where in your car? I was in the front earlier."

"Trunk babe." He said plainly, leading you to his car.

"Ohh... Makes sense," You nodded.

You grabbed his hand and leaned on him in silence as he led you to your surprise.

"Close your eyes." He told you when you two got to his car.

You closed your eyes and covered them with your hands to really make sure you didn't see. "We're going to mine after this right?"

You could hear him rummaging around slightly as he spoke. "Always. Now... open!"

You opened your eyes to see Gareth with the proudest little look on his face, a giant dragon stuffed animal, and three books.

"Books and a stuffed animal?" You asked him, taking the items. "You spoil me Gareth," You told him with a kiss to his cheek.

Gareth helped you into the passenger seat and closed the door for you. "What? I play Dungeons and Dragons not Dungeons and Dinos," He said as he got into the driver's seat.

"That would be a sick game though." You said, giggling at how squished you were in your seat due to the dragon stuffie that was probably the size of you.

"It would actually," He agreed.

. . .

You and Gareth had rushed to your room as soon as you got to your place. Gareth laid in your bed and worked on math while you snuggled up next to him to read your new book about dragons. It was quiet for about ten minutes before you found something cool.

"Gareth!" You whisper yelled. "You know where the myth of dragons comes from?"

"Where?" He asked in his normal voice, giving you his full attention.

"So basically, when England was colonizing places there were these big ass alligators in the Nile right? These big ass gators would snatch and drown food, humans included, and scared the heck outta these colonizers yeah? They went back to England and reported giant lizards with wings, because humans exaggerate, and everyone developed an irrational fear of what we now know as the mythical creatures called dragons." You paraphrased with hand gestures. "Isn't that cool?"

"It is." He smiled, going back to his math.

You smiled shyly and bit Gareth lightly. You leaned your head on his arm and acted as if nothing happened.

"Did you just bite me?" He asked, looking over at you innocently reading.

"Affectionately!" You defended. "It's called di... dimor... dimorphous expression! It basically means 'it's so cute I wanna chomp!'" You explained, not looking up from your book.

Gareth looked impressed with your knowledge. "Where'd you learn that one smarty pants?"

You put your bookmark in your book and turned over, grabbing his arm. "Mr. Maitland goes on a lot of tangents."

"Oh, I see," Gareth nodded. "You bit me because you think I'm cute?"

You shook your head and smiled cutely at him. "It was an appreciative dragon chomp."

Gareth put his homework on the floor next to your bed and kissed your forehead. "That was an appreciative Gareth kiss."

"Can I have another one?" You asked, scooting up so you were eye level with him.

"Of course pretty girl." He winked, giving you a nose kiss.

Best boyfriend ever.

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Study - Gareth Emerson x reader

Warnings: Gareth is kinda pushy and a bit of a perv but nothing is nonconsensual, dry humping, smut, heavy use of “girl” based compliments, praise kink

Gareth is aged up to 18

A/N: don’t worry, I’m not gonna become strictly a Gareth writer I just have a really bad thing for him rn. I’m in love with him, I cannot lie 😐 but I’m also in love with all the other characters too so maybe that doesn’t mean too much lol

You were sat in your room on a late Tuesday afternoon.

“Fuck, stop it.” You say, swatting his hand away.

“You don’t mean that.”

Gareth can’t seem to keep his hands to himself while you’re trying to talk to him about math, as you find them wandering up and down your thighs, brushing your cheek, just feeling your skin.

“I do. You know your mom is paying me for this, right? By the hour. You’re actively wasting her money.”

“How am I expected to learn when I’m being tutored by such a pretty girl?”

Gareth looks at you with sweet, almost pleading eyes. You can’t fight the blush that creeps across your cheeks.

“Aww, see, you like that.” He smiles. “I could continue, I could sit here all day showering you with compliments.”

“Yes, fine, I like it a little bit. But we have to be serious.”

He sighs dramatically.

“Alright.”

You get through a page in the workbook uninterrupted, he’s close to you so he can see the pages you’re working from. It’s fine and normal at first, but then he’s so close that he’s brushed your hair to the side and started to kiss your neck.

“Okay, so, this next one, we’re gonna- fuck- we’re gonna solve it by using- ah.”

The words you try to say get lost in the moans that come out around them, and it’s like you’re not in control anymore. You curse your sensitivity because making these sounds is only egging the boy on, fueling his ego.

You feel him smile against your skin when you gasp and whimper involuntarily. You shut your eyes, just for a moment, you tell yourself, to take in the feeling. He worked his way up, kissing along your jawline which makes your mouth fall slightly open, then got to nibbling your earlobe.

“God,” you breathe, trying to muster up some authoritativeness, “really, you- you need to stop.”

“You clearly enjoy it, listen to you. Can’t even talk. Jus’ kiss me, yeah?”

You check the time, you still have 20 minutes left with him. Time has really gone by incredibly slow. Til now, at least. You decide to give the boy what he wants, which is your attention.

You definitely enjoyed his, though you would never ever admit that out loud. You put your pen down and turn to face him, taking his chin between your fingers and pulling his face towards yours and sealing the distance with a kiss. He opens it immediately, tongue asserting dominance before there could even be a fight.

“Jesus.” You mutter, overwhelmed by the insane quickness and force of his kiss. You indulge in it for a couple of minutes, but pull away when it starts to get too heavy. You knew if you got too carried away you’d end up fucking.

“There. You got your kiss, happy now?”

The boy just sits there, lips pink and slightly swollen, the smallest glint of shine from the saliva that remained there as an after affect. Big, dumb eyes, nothing behind them. Not a single thing. You can’t deny he’s cute, you just couldn’t, because you’d be lying to yourself. But you want to do your job, you want to help him academically instead of sexually. Okay, so both. Both could work. Couldn’t it?

“Yeah, wish it was longer though.” He says, pouting slightly.

You don’t know why, but you lean back in. You wanted more too. When you kiss him again, you get out of your chair and he does too. You walk him a few steps backwards to the bed, and he pulls on your waist to bring you closer to him and ultimately into his lap, straddling him.

All of a sudden, the room was hot and the air was thick, the situation felt heavier. He pulled his lips away from yours to return them back to your neck. When he kisses the sensitive skin sloppily, you automatically gasp and push down on him. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.” He comments mindlessly. “So pretty, so sensitive, so easy to turn on.”

“Who says I’m turned on? That’s a bold assumption.” You scold him.

“I just have a feeling,” he shrugs, slyly reaching his hand underneath your skirt and finding an embarrassingly wet pair of panties, “and my feeling was right.”

He doesn’t withdraw his hand, instead lingering to rub gentle circles over your clothed clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder and your breathing picks up rapidly.

“You wanna admit it?” He asks cockily.

“No, Gareth, I- god I don’t.”

You find yourself absentmindedly grinding against his fingers, trying to get more from them.

“That’s too bad….” He pulls your panties to the side and rests his finger right up against your entrance, not moving any more past that.

“Please.”

“Say you need me.”

This boy has an insane amount of confidence, his ego is ginormous. He gets what he wants.

“Damn it, Gareth, I hate you.” You desperately try to sink down onto his fingers.

“Alright, alright, no need to get mean.” He slips in his pointer and middle fingers at the same time and curls them. A grin creeps across his face while he stares at you, watching the pleasure express itself in your demeanor. Your mouth parts open slightly, your eyebrows furrow together, and your eyes flutter shut.

“So fucking wet, just like I imagined.”

Of course he’d imagined this.

“Mhm” you reply softly, affirming his observation.

“You make me so hard, you know that? You kill me. Feel this.”

He takes his fingers from out of you, you whimper at the loss, and pushes you down against him, hard as a rock through his jeans.

“Fuck.” You say, halfway out loud and halfway to yourself. He hears it anyway. You start to grind on him, rocking your hips back and forth and trying to find the perfect spot to hump against him. He groans at the feeling and soaks up your eagerness, coming to capture your lips once again. You continue to just make out and grind on him and you feel like you could stay that way forever until you hear a car horn outside.

“Shit, it’s been an hour. Your mom’s here.” You announce, and get off of his lap. He gets up as well.

“Shit, shit, shit. Uhhh, hold on.”

He turns around to seemingly dig in his pants, but he was really trying to find a way to situate his boner and hopefully hide it. He tucks it into his waistband, good enough, and grabs his backpack. He slings it over his shoulder and heads out your door, but a second later, he peeks back in.

“I’ll tell her I’m learning a lot so I need to come back next week.” He winks and you just roll your eyes.

“Get out.”

A week later, a couple hours after school, there’s a knock at your front door. You head to it to answer, but look in the peephole first. It was a nervous habit. You only saw a mop of fluffy light hair and knew right away it was Gareth.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You step aside to let him in and you lead him to your room.

You shut your door behind you both and he dramatically throws off his backpack, dropping it to the floor.

“Where are your manners? And bring that over here, I’m sure you have some homework in there you need to do. I’ll help you.”

“Ughhh.” He groans. “I have a better idea.”

You knew just by the look on his face.

“That was a one-time thing. I fell victim to your shenanigans but I won’t again.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

You pull up a chair beside yours at your desk and gesture him to sit.

You think this is gonna be fine, that he’s more tame today. But again, about halfway through, he gets distracted. You sit close together, and he takes his right hand to stroke your inner thigh under the table. You squirm a bit, trying to ignore it. It seems he’s tracing mindless patterns onto your skin above the denim fabric covering it.

“I wanna take a break,” he whines, getting up from his chair and plopping down on your bed.

“Make yourself at home, I guess.” You say, sarcastically.

“Come here.” He says, acting as if he has something interesting to show you, but he didn’t.

“What?” You walk up to him, and he does it again. Pulls you right on top of him.

“I should’ve seen that coming.”

“Indeed you should’ve. Now you’re stuck.” He grips your hips, keeping you against him.

“Cmon, gimme a kiss, pretty girl.”

“Fine. Only because I like it when you call me that.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, and you lean down to connect your lips.

His big, rough hands stay on your hips, but slowly make their way down to your ass. He gives it a light squeeze, and you moan into his mouth.

“So responsive. That’s really hot.”

“Shut up.” You kiss him hard to make him stop talking.

“Nope, sorry, I’m the one in control here.”

He flips you over, now on top of you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach. He takes your wrists and pins them down beside your head.

“And I really wanna fuck you.”

“Do you want me to?” He adds.

“Yes.” You breathe, quietly.

“Good. I’m gonna lock the door.”

He gets up and turns, headed to the door, and you take the opportunity to shed your clothes. You’re left in your bra and panties, waiting for him maybe a little too eagerly.

“Holy shit.” He says when he turns and sees you.

“Thank you, but we don’t have forever. Gotta be quick, okay?” You ask.

“Y-yeah. Okay.”

He begins to take his pants off after his shoes.

He tugs off your panties, then his own underwear, climbing back on top of you. You lift your head up to kiss him, breathing heavy.

“Gare?”

“What?”

“You’re so gonna fail that class.”

“I know. Worth it.”

He runs the head of his cock up and down your slit, dipping between your folds and spreading the wetness, pushing in.

“Oh, fuck, Gareth.”

The slight stretch is intoxicating.

“Yeah, pretty girl? That feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

He applies more pressure, quickly bottoming out inside you, seemingly all at once, making you gasp. Of course, you get a glimpse of his cocky grin and normally you’d want to smack it off his face but now you just wanted to kiss it.

“God, shit, more. More, please.”

He listens to you, quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of your warm, wet, and needy hole.

“Feel so fucking good, so tight. Who’s pussy is this?”

You try to ignore his question, act like you didn’t hear it. You knew the answer, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He grabs you by the throat and looks you in the eyes, suddenly serious and a little scary looking.

“Yours, yours, it’s yours.” You cave in and say it.

“Good girl.”

You clench around him hard and he smiles knowingly.

“Being so good for me, letting me fuck you.”

He’s pounding into you, and you’re struggling to stay reasonably quiet. This was definitely not studying.

“N-needed you to. Wanted you to, so bad.”

“Oh really? For how long?”

“God, since you first came over. Started fucking touching me.”

“You’re jus’ so gorgeous, couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

He had slowed while you had this small dialogue, but picked back up when he saw the need in your eyes.

“I’m close, fuck.”

You decided to push yourself over, keeping in mind you were crunched for time, bringing your dominant hand to the spot where the two of you connected and rubbing your clit with fervor.

“Yeah? Go ahead, pretty.”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna ah- please, Gareth.”

“Good girl, come on.”

He maintains his speed, driving his cock in and out of you. That, combined with the stimulation on your clit, quickly sent you tumbling off the edge, legs shaking as the orgasm wrecked your body. The moans you were letting out were pornographic and likely quite loud, you prayed no one could hear you in the back of your mind but you didn’t care much at all in that moment.

He’s panting, now, open mouth and hair even messier than usual. He looks down at you as you shake, aftershocks tingling in your whole body. His thrusts become sloppy, inconsistent, and random and he pulls out just in time to spill onto your stomach, pumping every bit he had in him out.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that was good. You’re so good.” He says softly, still panting.

You heard a car in the driveway and knew she was here before she even honked. The sound brings him back to reality, and he seems mad about it.

“Listen, fuck the tutoring thing, alright? Let’s just hang out. There won’t be a time limit and we won’t have to try to pretend to care about my C minus in algebra.”

You giggle. “Sounds good. I guess we can be friends with benefits, maybe more, who knows.”

You rushed out the last part, mumbling it on purpose because you got scared but it was too late to go back.

“Yeah. Maybe more.” He smiled. He heard you.

You both got yourselves together, and he started to get his stuff. His papers were still on your desk, halfway blank. He goes to grab them, but you interrupt.

“I’ll finish the homework, okay? Just this once.”

You lift a single finger as a warning and cocked your eyebrow.

“Okay.”

He slips out of your door, sees himself out, and just like that, he’s gone.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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HI LOVELY. I'm here to request again, as you can imagine. what about the jocks find Gareth drawing reader in class (maybe this is before the teacher gets there) and make fun of him? Reader is there and defends him? thank you, as always🙇‍♀️

I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job with this request, don't worry!

the robins

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 840

warnings: swearing, jason’s goons but no jason, flirty stuff, fluff

a/n: my love!! thank you so much for your request!! this is such a sweet idea. i kind of made reader a bit protective, so i hope that’s okay. i really hope you enjoy this!! also sorry it took me a couple days!! <333

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Gareth lifts his hand and there’s a smudge of graphite on the side of his palm. He wipes it off in the margins of his notebook paper.

Half the time he doesn’t even notice when he starts drawing.

Sometimes it’s a new weapon for his D&D character, something long and sharp that spans the entirety of the page. Maybe it retracts and folds up or something.

Other times it’s a new way for the Corroded Coffin logo to look, because he’s been wanting to change the one on his bass drum, or it’s a random cartoon character he saw while his sister was eating breakfast that morning.

Today, it’s you.

You’re sitting in the row beside him, your desk right next to his. Class hasn’t started yet. Mrs. O’Hare always comes in late, coffee in hand, fingers red because the cup is so hot.

You look so pretty today, Gareth thinks. You always look pretty, though.

But today, right now, you seem happy. Calm. It’s raining outside, and the classroom is gray because of it. But that’s your favorite weather. You told him that once.

He sketches you as you sit, reading your book before class begins. It’s just your profile really, the slope of your nose, the dip of your brow and the curve of your mouth.

He feels you touch his thigh. Just a little tap with the tips of your fingers.

“Hm?” Gareth’s head is turned in your direction though his eyes are still on the paper. You grin at the bounce of his curls.

“Look outside, Gare.” Your voice is hushed but very excited. He turns his blue eyes on you before they follow your gaze out the window. “Look at the robins,” you tell him.

The birds are hopping around under the trees in the courtyard.

Gareth’s face splits into the prettiest smile when he realized you’re excited about birds. That you’re showing him birds.

He’s totally in love with you, he thinks. He thinks that a lot.

“They look like they’re having fun, sugarplum.”He’s barely gotten the words out before he feels a hand on the back of his chair.

“What the fuck is this, huh, Emerson?”

Chance picks up Gareth’s notebook, eyes dancing over the sketch of you, the scribbles covering almost every inch of the college-lined paper.

“Oh are we an artist now or somethin’? And is that supposed to be them?” He points the notebook in your direction. “How romantic.”

Chance turns his head, looking at Patrick and Andy, hoping they’ll laugh at his antics.

You snatch the notebook out of his hand and hold it out to Gareth, who stares at you. You drop it on his desk.

Chance looks at you then, like you’ve just had the audacity to mess with him.

He goes to speak and you stop him.

“What the hell is your problem? Why can’t you just let him do something he enjoys and mind your own fucking business? Last time I checked, he’s never said shit about your hobbies, though we both know the only reason you’re on the football team is because your dad has an in with the coach.”

Chance goes bright red at that.

“There’s never been anything wrong with drawing, and there never will be. Fuck off, you hear me?”

Patrick turns and leaves, and Andy follows because he’s never had a single brain cell help him make an original decision.

Chance looks between you and Gareth and then spins to walk to the other side of the room where he takes a seat, scratching his chin, though he never looks back in your direction.

You look at Gareth. He’s still staring at you.

You open your mouth to talk but he goes first. “Thank you,” he chokes out, and then he’s smacking the sweetest and most passionate kiss on your forehead. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You twist one of his curls around your finger. “Yes, I did. He’s an asshole. I’m not going to let him treat you like that.”

Gareth blushes. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

“Also you know that I love seeing you draw, right? I don’t want you to think you’re not any good because of them. I love it when your fingers get all inky and when your eyebrows furrow because you’re concentrating. I just want you to know that I’m proud of you.”

Gareth raises your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, keeping it there to hide his smile. “I know. I’m proud of you too.”

You smile.

He fights the urge to tell you that he found your defending him very attractive. Maybe he’ll tell you another time.

Gareth looks out the window again. “Look. There’s like seven of them over there!”

You sit up, watching little flashes of orange as the robins bounce around.

That’s the moment Mrs. O’Hare enters the room, and even when the room goes quiet for her to teach, you catch Gareth watching the robins for the rest of class.

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