#gareth st x reader

[xleeleeboox]

gareth headcannons :)

Idk i dont think there are any warnings really, gn!reader, eddie steals something, a lot of fluffy stuff and random stuff please tell me how to spell headcannon thanks PLEASE read my note at the end too :) 

815 words 

I fully agree with the headcannon of his having anger issues, but he can control it much better now in his later years of highschool since I believe he uses his drums as an outlet

I also headcannon (is it two n’s or one?? Is there a space??) that he has sisters, but one older and one younger

Spends time with the little sister much more often and fights with the older one

Has both parents but the dad is literally always gone working and mom is just always somewhere in the house or out

I think Gareth gets flustered easily

I also think he cries more than any of the other boys in hellfire 

Like he’s not gonna cry at just anything but if something hurts, he’s gonna cry, when this happens he just wants to hide his face because he thinks that it’s embarrassing

Calls you over when he is having a bad day just so he can bury his head somewhere on your body, your neck, shoulder, chest, back, stomach, thighs, oh god the thighs make him stop crying every single time

You will be sitting on the edge of his bed or smth and he pushes your knees together and then buries his head there, sure he can’t breath but that’s what helps slow it down right lol

Would get a bumper sticker that says “thick thighs saves lives” but never puts it anywhere

Eddie finds it and puts it on Gareth’s car, or takes it for his own van

Probably has a few pins on his cut off flannel that eddie got for him as a gift 

He didn’t buy them he stole them but Gareth doesn’t know that

Gareth likes all kinds of music and slow dances to 60’s love songs with you in his kitchen at night

One day his family was out to dinner and a movie and Gareth wanted you over, his parents said yes, but they haven’t met you yet and when his family came home you two were dancing in the kitchen, holding each other with your foreheads against each other smiling with your eyes closed and his mom looked into the window from afar seeing you two, back handed his dad on the chest and said “hun look, i think we gotta meet this person” 

Gareth is so in love with you and will show it he does not care

He pulls you onto his lap all the time

You cling onto his forearm and upper arm aaallllll the time and he is such a sucker, he literally melts especially if you are at the lunch table tired and gripping on his arm while laying your head on his shoulder, he moves to tangle his fingers with yours and kisses the top of your head

The rest of the table makes grossed out noises and you just smile with your eyes closed 

Anything you do that shows you are comfortable with him he melts

Sing around him please even if you can’t sing well, he’s still gonna think that it was good because you are literally perfect in his eyes

I feel like Gareth got some connection with hippies, either his mom/dad is one, or you are, oh if you are a hippie or have that style just know that he planned your wedding already

Probably has baby names picked out already because he does want kids and he does want to get married, but only if it is you

Probably slept with a nightlight for the longest time and is still lowkey creeped out by the dark (same bby)

When you spend the night and need something that’s not already in his room, he will go walking through the rest of the dark house just for you 

Tries not to look into the darkness because he’s convinced he will see something 

Every time you come over or hang out with Gareth, you pull through a drive through for some fast food and a Dr. Pepper because yes i do firmly believe he loves Dr. Pepper

He likes cream soda, cherry and grape flavored candy,

hates lemon scented cleaning products because his mom always disinfected everything with it when he or his sisters were sick, not fun times,

Doesn’t like watermelon :/ 

Broken his arm and had a red and black cast, he insisted on the two colors rather than just the one, cried when they had to saw it off like they do with casts, kept it in his closet and has like two signatures on it, he was 11 probably 

Does not sing in the shower, a psychopath 

He only kind of likes scary movies, if they are actually good, does not like comedy movies, but likes action and adventure and all that 

He would be a fan of marvel i know it

Uses pens but carries pencils just in case 

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Let me know if you want more because im sure i have tons more random headcannons on gareth, do we want other characters? Hmu and let me know who you want headcannons like this for, will do

Steve

Robin

Nancy 

Eddie

Mike

Lucas 

Will

Jonathan 

Argyle

Dustin 

Max 

El 

Hellfire as a group

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[demowogorgon]

Live Wire (Gareth/GN! Reader)

Part 2 out now!

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, he's so whipped. 

#stranger things x reader #stranger things gareth x reader #stranger things x reader smut #st gareth x reader #stranger things gareth x reader smut #gareth emerson x reader #<- that last name isnt actually canon someone on twit made it up apparently. people are using it though so yk. #stranger things gareth #gareth x reader #stranger things imagine #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson

[leadpoisioning]

Rival

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 1,370

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Immediately? I thought he hated me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” Gareth states.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Unconventional Traditions - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve, his girlfriend and their friends have some very unconventional traditions which lead to some holiday shenanigans.

Word Count - 1164

Warnings - drug use(weed), profanity, mentions of sex, female reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

Author's Note - Day 11!! I'm back to posting at my usual time for now, it probably won't last but I will try! I hope you enjoy!

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Their traditions started in the morning on Christmas Eve. They would all gather at Steve’s house since his parents were never home and have breakfast together. The breakfast was always the same options, pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit salad and french toast. Y/N usually spends the night before getting everything prepared and waking up extra early to get to cooking. Steve was pretty good in the kitchen but she was better at multitasking so the cooking was left up to her as Steve cut up fruit.

After breakfast, they usually will start a few different holiday themed puzzles. They usually had about three going at once, making it a competition to see which team finished first. Every year it was Y/N, Steve and Robin finishing first which may seem surprising but their three brains equal about two depending on how tired they were. They had a system down, Y/N would get all of the edge pieces done, then work on the bottle, Robin working in the middle and Steve working at the top. The system had yet to fail them. 

The puzzles usually took them about 3 hours so by the time they were done, they would go to start their movie marathon. Because Robing and Steve worked at the video store, they were able to snag the last copies of A Christmas Story, Gremlins and A Christmas Carol so they usually started with Gremlins. As the movie began, most of the older teens, and by most that really just meant Eddie, Steve, Y/N and Gareth going outside to light up a joint to pass between the four of them. As they got a slight high going, they would head back inside to the warmth, start up a fire and Y/N would go back to the kitchen to start making some hot chocolate. 

Nobody dared to make hot chocolate because they all knew hers was the best, spiking the hot chocolate for the older teens and leaving a normal hot chocolate for the younger ones. They would all cram into the living room, around the tv and watch their movies and drink their hot chocolate. As the movies came to an end, they would move to their next task, ordering a disgusting amount of pizza, by now the four stoners in the group were about four joints in, so the munchies had set in. Y/N used to make homemade pizza but they gave that up the year before because she tried to make pizza while she was baked and she nearly set the house on fire. 

As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, El and Argyle all walked in so they exchanged their gifts. Every year they did secret santa but not really, everyone knew who they had and there was a $20 limit. Their big rule was no significant others and no siblings. This year Y/N had the pleasure of buying for Eddie so she had gifted him some new guitar strings, picks and some joints rolled by her as an apology for always stealing his. 

Robin had gotten Y/N, gifting the girl a new sketchbook, some sketching pencils and more crochet hooks since she lost hers like crazy. By the time the gift exchange was over, the pizza had arrived, everyone pitching in to pay before digging in. Y/N and Steve taking over the lazy boy. Golden Girls was playing on the tv quietly as the room was filled with chatter of the friends. 

“I love doing this every year,” Steve admitted quietly to his girlfriend.

“I do too. This is our big dysfunctional family. I’d rather be here than spending time anywhere else,” She replied back, looking her boyfriend in the eye and admiring them. Steve took this chance to kiss his girlfriend gently, almost shy. “I love you Steve Harrington.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

As the rest of the group finished up the pizza and cleaned the living room a bit. It was time for some games, they usually prank called their families so this year they started with the Wheelers. Eddie held the phone and everyone in the room dead silent to hear what was happening. “Hello?”

“Yeah, hi, this is Paul’s pizza just notifying you that your order of 12 pizzas is out for delivery. Will you be paying cash or card ma’am?” Eddie responded in a lower voice than his usual speaking voice.

“12 pizzas! I never ordered 12 pizzas! This must be a mistake!”

“Are you Karen Wheeler?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Then the pizzas are for you, so cash or card lady?”

With that, she had hung up, the whole room bursting out in laughter. Y/N wiping a tear from her eye as Gareth dialed her parents house. This went on for another hour or so until everyone had started to yawn. The younger teens had already set up camp in the living room, the older ones were able to set up in the guest room, Steve’s parents’ room and his room as well. 

The stoner group had multiplied, so the 6 of them had gone outside for one last pass around before calling it a night. After the joint had died out, they all went upstairs, going into the respective rooms. Eddie crashes on the floor in Steve’s room, Gareth and Argyle getting the guest room and Jonathan, Nancy and Robin getting Steve’s parents’ room. This had been their typical arrangement for the last couple years, nobody really daring to change it up.

“I swear if I hear you two fucking, I will vomit all over the both of you and then the carpet,” Eddie threatened.

“When have we ever had sex with you in the room?” Y/N asked him incredulously. 

“Last year, you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. You guys aren’t as quiet as you think, granted it was a little hot but I still wanted to vomit.” Steve chucked a pillow at Eddie’s head before collapsing on the bed.

“Don’t worry dude, I think we are far too high to have sex tonight,” Steve assured their friend.

“Whatever you say Steve,” Eddie replied unconvinced. She had finally gotten onto the bed, immediately making her way into Steve’s side and snuggling close. 

“Goodnight baby,” Steve said to his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head.

“Aww, goodnight Harrington!” Eddie teased with a chuckle, earning a groan from the couple.

“Goodnight Eddie. Night Stevie,” Y/N giggled lightly before relaxing herself. She was the first one to fall asleep, drifting off not even 5 minutes after laying down.

“Night Munson.”

“Night Harrington.”

With that, all was quiet in the house, the only thing that was heard was gentle breathing and snoring. Snow gently falling as the night progressed, coating the house in a blanket of white and adding a chill in the air. Making their perfect and unconventional Christmas just that much cozier.

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[bunnyhoney111]

i just want to let yall know that gareth has the PRETTIEST cock know to man.

and i’m gonna go into full detail about exactly why its so pretty;

its liiiiiiterally pink from around the halfway point of his 6.5 incher, up to the tip. he has soft, wispy auburn hair traveling from the base of his shaft and meeting his happy trail.

hehe okay by now we all know i have an obsession for uncut willies, i.e. i headcanon eddie as uncut, BUT I THING GARETH WOULD BE TOO…

he’s pretty girthy, he sits so heavy on your tongue, tip resting against the back of your throat. fills you up nice and full but not painfully big.

im also a firm believer that he cums sooooooo much. just, like if he cums in his boxers they are sopping in the front. it almost comes out of your nose if you cant swallow fast enough, and he leaves your cunt leaky from overflowing it with his spunk.

he also calls it spunk^^^^^^^^^^

despite cumming so much in one sitting he has a relatively high libido and can go for a while, just pumping you full of him.

#bunny speaks! #stranger things #stranger things season four #st season 4 #gareth emerson smut #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader

[yourlocalrodent]

Fluffy Gareth Emerson headcannons!

He’s one of those boyfriends where he HAS to be touching you has to

he physically cannot sleep with out you right there in his arms

his favourite kind of cuddle is spooning, some of you may find it overrated BUT

he loves cuddling you from behind and nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck

Or loves being little spoons and having you reach out and pet his hair

oof play with his hair please

if your in hellfire he got rid of your seat so you have to sit between his legs on the chair. It makes it hard for your character sheets but beggars can’t be choosers

he got a ring and called it your promise ring

his promise was to marry you as soon as you were legally allowed to

you wear it on a necklace Because you can’t just loose it

Much like suzie has a photo of Dustin next to her bed, he has a photo of you

Even though the real you is normally right there

okay so I imagine the line from Cupid’s cokehold(great song btw) “ I mean she even cooks me pancakes and Alker-seltzer when my tummy aches” is similar to your guy’s relationship.

when he’s sick you cook him food but he doesn’t eat it. Too busy in your lap smiling like a happy little boy

Eddie finds it sickening (because he gets no bitches)

he does this cute thing that he cups your face and holds it up to look at you.

little forehead kisses!

just cuddles mostly cuddles

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[okmack-22]

interruptions- gareth emerson

gareth emerson x fem!munson!reader

summary: eddie walks in on his sister and his best friend having !sex!

warnings: mention of sex, but no genuine smut, cursing

you had to be kidding. eddie looked at you and gareth in complete surprise and disgust. one of his best friends sitting in his little sister's bed. it was a horrendous sight to see for the poor boy. him shutting the door and consistently screaming "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" at you two as he left.

you were completely embarrassed. eddie had caught you and gareth in the middle of fucking. literally could have been the worst time for your older brother to walk in the house. in his perspective, he just wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out. but you had.... other plans. and he was traumatized.

gareth was just as embarrassed as you, maybe even more than you. he didn't expect his best friend to walk in on him literally fucking his sister. he was so embarrassed that tears were pricking in his eyes. after eddie shut the door, gareth immediately pulled out and laid down. hiding his face in your neck.

you held his head and tried to stop the tears that were coming out. you weren't sobbing you just had some small tears from being scared and embarrassed. you looked at gareth. he was literally terrified, also not to mention utterly embarrassed.  

you could hear the small sniffles coming from him. you felt horrible. you kissed his head and he slightly pulled away. his eyes were slightly red from the tears. you had never seen him cry. sure you had seen gareth upset or embarrassed but you had never seen him cry. knowing that stroking his hair calmed him down you immediately put your hand on his head. stroking his hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

"hey it's okay, if eddie has a problem with us that's his fault," you whispered.

you shimmied your body helping yourself turn to look at your boyfriend. one hand still in his hair, the other now holding his face. your thumb rubbing away the extra tears that fell from his eyes. he nodded, complete putty in your hands. you motioned for him to sit up. knowing that you two would need to brave up and confront eddie, the hell-raising older brother. gareth sat up but didn't move and neither did you. you looked at your feet, completely nervous and hiding your body with your knees to your chest. gareth didn't take his eyes off of you. the tears had stopped after you pet his hair. he may have been a big baby when it came to you but if he needed to protect your relationship you two had tried so hard to keep a secret he would do anything.

thanks to eddie shutting your door gareth had felt confident enough to put his clothes on. and find you some new ones since the others were nowhere to be found. he grabbed one of his old t-shirts you had stolen, along with a pair of your sweatpants, and some new panties. after putting his clothes on he helped you get up. you put on your clothes and immediately after, gareth snatched you up in a hug. yes, he was scared to talk to eddie about your relationship but he knew you were even more scared than he'd ever be.

you two stood there for a little while longer. this time it was your turn to cry. you didn't believe a single thing you had told gareth. you would have a big problem if eddie had a problem that you and his best friend were in a relationship. the guilt sank in. you were full-on sobbing. your head in gareth's chest as he held you. mumbling small words and phrases. one of his hands started rubbing your back. trying to calm you down. small kisses were placed on the crown of your head.

"hey, hey, y/n it's okay. as you said if eddie has a problem with us being together that's his problem and there's nothing stopping us" he said to you.

"it's just-" you choked a sob out.

"it's just what baby?" he asked

"he's my big brother, your best friend" you sobbed.

"and what about it? there's absolutely nothing and no one in this world that would stop me from loving you," he said.

you couldn't help but try to smile. it was hard though. he had the confidence you just had. if you were to ask him if he was scared he'd put on a tough guy facade and tell you no, and you knew it. but what you didn't know was that he didn't care if he was scared. he loved you. and that's what was helping him stay strong.

"it's just eddie sweetheart, he's gonna be okay," he smiled at you.

you nodded. wiping the stray tears. your sobs dying down to just some occasional sniffles. gareth moved his hands to your face. his big thumbs wiping the tears. you looked into his big green eyes. they were full of love. love for you. he looked right back at you. the smallest but comforting smile on his face. he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. moving in sync for a few seconds.

as you two pulled away he immediately pecked your face. peppering you with kisses. small giggles erupted from you both. he was trying so hard not to move his lips down to somewhere else. but your childlike giggles were music to his ears.

there was a loud knock on your bedroom door startling you two. you knew who it was. it was eddie. the only other person in the house, though he wasn't supposed to be. the embarrassment sinking back into you. gareth looked right at you. you were cemented to the ground. he let you go, but you grabbed his hand and followed him. gaining some confidence. you knew you had to. you couldn't let gareth do all the talking. he would crumble. and his ego was already broken, due to eddie walking in on you two at your most vulnerable state.

gareth opened the door. eddie looking just as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you. eddie peeked in to look at you. you peered at him around gareth's arm. the comfort of his body shielding you.

"you uh, you wanna talk," eddie asked.

"kinda have to man" gareth spoke up.

you all walked to the living room. you couldn't speak. you hardly even wanted to move. the anxiety making it hard to even breathe. your feet padding across the hardwood in the kitchen. eddie had already planted himself onto the couch. looking at gareth as he sat down beside him. now they were both looking at you as you slowly (but surely) made your way to where they were. you sat on the floor. not knowing where to sit since both boys were on the couch.

"so uhm, why didn't you tell me. i mean I'm now permanently scarred" eddie looked at you and gareth.

"didn't want you to be mad" you mumbled.

if they were being honest they weren't expecting you to speak. but nonetheless, gareth was proud of you. he knew you could do it. face your older brother and tell him the truth. no matter how hard it would be. gareth reached down to grab you and pull you to the couch. you now being sat in between your brother and boyfriend.

"if you two would have told me I wouldn't be mad. just would have had to have a talk with gareth." he stated.

the anxiety still there in all of you but slowly going away as you heard him say that. you nodded squeezing gareth's hand. him smiling. you leaned into his shoulder. eddie looked at the both of you. he seemed happy, still uncomfortable at what happened that made you three have the talk, but still happy to see his little sister find someone. he could tell just by looking at you two now that you loved each other.

"I'm happy for you y/n, you know out of anyone at hawkins you found a good one." eddie smiled.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner man," gareth said.

eddie nodded, knowing what could have gone through your heads. if he was being honest he had hidden some relationships from you, so he knew it wouldn't be fair on him to be mad at you. he was slightly uncomfortable at knowing that you two were having sex, but still nonetheless happy for you. he knew gareth would treat you properly.

"I don't really wanna see yall do that again so next time, leave a note, warn me ahead of time that would be really fucking great," eddie said.

you and gareth laughed at eddie. nodding and telling him that you would most definitely let him know so this didn't happen again. eddie then got up and told you that he was leaving and that you two could carry one with it.

gareth looked at you, making you look at him. a small smirk formed on his lips and you rolled your eyes. he was immediately in the mood again but you were still slightly embarrassed. he leaned in for a kiss, you granting him permission but swiftly pulling away a few second after.

"can we just watch movies for the rest of the night, I'm kinda tired" you muttered earning a sheepish smile from gareth.

he nodded and pecked your cheek. knowing that you were exhausted from the good cry you had and the embarrassment. he didn't want to push anything onto you, especially sex. you got up and he soon followed. you two picked out a movie to watch and put it into the VHS player. gareth grabbed the blanket that he bought for you and you both situated yourselves on the couch. all you two wanted to do was be wrapped up and cuddling the night away.

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[sugarpopss]

Showering/Caretaking Gareth Emerson x Reader blurb

Everyone stayed out super late after a show, you don’t even get back to Gareths house until the sky is beginning to lighten. He’s dead on his feet and wants nothing more than to collapse into bed, fully dressed and everything. You, however, with your super special girlfriend powers (observation and comprehension) know that’s fucking gross and he’ll feel disgusting in the morning. “Come on, puppy, just a quick shower, you’ll feel so much better.” “I’ll feel better when I sleep.” He groans, but let’s you pull him into the bathroom anyway. God, you love him with your whole heart, but right he smells like sweat and cheap beer and the inside of Eddies van. Poor boy is SO exhausted (and maybe everyone had a couple drinks to celebrate a good crowd-more than ten people-and alcohol makes him sleepy anyway) fumbling with his jeans and converse laces. It’s cute. You have to take over if you want this done quickly. Gareth fully lets you, gentle hands petting down his hips and thighs when you let his jeans fall to the floor. He’s even more compliant in the shower, leaning his head on your shoulder while you wash his hair, letting you move him however you need, mumbling little assurances the whole time. “You were great tonight, those people loved you.” And “Such a good boy, Gareth, all the time.” If you get a little distracted working out a knot smack in the middle of his spine, well, you’re not on trial. He lets you sit him on the closed toilet afterwards and work leave in conditioner through his hair, dap a little of your moisturizer on his cheeks and nose where the skin is still healing from his summer ‘sun streak’. You have to give him a little shake when you’re finished. “Hey, baby. Let’s go, come on. Bed time.” You pull the softest pajama pants you can find from his drawer and an old Iron Maiden shirt that’s been washed so much the hem and sleeves are fraying. He’s sluggish getting dressed, and is out like a light the moment he lies back on the unmade bed. You take a little bit, do your skincare and fold your clothes (even though they also don’t smell great). When you do come to bed, not that much later, the first rays of sunlight are peeking through the blinds. Gareth immediately, even in his sleep, moves closer to you, face in your neck and arm over your waist. That’s your boy.

#I wrote this in the chat with master-of-munsons #the ‘summer streak’ refers to the headcanon that Gareth sunburns SUPER easily #and every summer gets a stripe of sunburn across his cheeks and nose #stranger things #breaking news: the exact fic I wanted to read didn’t exist so I had to write it myself #stranger things season 4 #st s4 #stranger things season four #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson x reader #gareth x reader #gareth stranger things #Gareth Emerson

[theoreticslut]

「 bruised body, broken heart 」

gareth emerson x fem reader

summary: your best friend gets worried, and rightfully so, when you ignore him the day after you have a date with someone else.

requested: yes

word count: 1.7k

warnings: implied jealousy, mentions of physical assault, mentions of bruising, crying, worried gareth & hellfire, brief mention of hospital visits

a/n: uhm...so i got a little carried away with this. it was supposed to be 700 words or less, and its obviously not. i think it's pretty cute though, & it was extremely fun writing for a different character than who i normally do. quick note: the nickname i use for him i've been pronouncing as 'gair' - kind of like how you'd say gary, but without the 'y.' anyways, i hope you enjoy this!! Xx

p.s. if anyone wants to talk about this fic with me pls do bc it gave me so many thoughts

“Have fun on your date. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With Gareth's words echoing around your head, you can’t help but wince and curl in even further on yourself as you sit on the floor of your bathroom. You sure had a lot of fun. That is if getting ambushed by said date and his douchey friends can be considered fun.

You should have known that someone like Ryan James wouldn’t have asked you out on a date and seriously meant it. Yet you let your hope delude you, and you are certainly paying for it.

There’s no way you can show up to school all bruised like this, but there’s also no way your parents are going to let you stay home. Not when they didn’t know about your date and won’t know about how shitty it was.

Gareth is going to lose it when he sees what happened. That thought alone is enough to make your heart ache with guilt.  He’s your best friend, has been for nearly your entire lives, and he didn’t want you to go. He didn’t want you going on that date and you ignored him. 

You should have just listened to him. Surely he had a better idea of what they were planning than you did.

~.~

Gareth hasn’t been able to sit still at all today. Not when he’s been worried about you from the moment he got to school.

You would always greet him with a smile and tight hug at your locker before first period. It was just something you did, but you were nowhere to be seen today. 

It’s bad enough that he doesn’t share any classes with you, but his anxiety only skyrocketed when you failed to show up for lunch as well. He had asked the guys, of course, if they had seen you, but he was slightly hoping they would all say no.

Although the thought of you not being at school at all worried him, it didn’t worry him nearly as much as the thought of you avoiding him which is what his brain jumped to when Jeff said that he’d seen you in the few classes the two of you share. 

“Well is she okay? It’s not normal for her to ignore me.” He had asked, his heart racing and sinking to his stomach all at the same time.

“As far as I could tell.”

While Jeff’s vague reassurance helped slightly, Gareth still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. You don’t ignore him. Not for anything, so something has to be wrong. He just needs to figure out what.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take him long to figure out. Not when you hurriedly walk into the club room right at 3:15 for tonight’s campaign, sporting a black eye.

“Oh my god! What happened to you?” Gareth exclaims, not hesitating even a second to cling to your side.

“I’m fine, Gar. Please.”

“Please what, y/n? I haven’t seen you all day, and now you try to sneak into the club with a black eye? What happened?” 

“Gareth.” Eddie sighs, trying to get his friend to calm down. 

It’s obvious how he feels about you, and that he’s worried, but his demanding tone isn’t going to help anything. 

“Calm down, man. You don’t need to interrogate her.”

“Calm down?! Just look at her, Eddie! She’s covered in bruises, and you’re telling me to calm down?”

“Gareth, please. I’m fine, I promise.” You beg, already uncomfortable with how much of a scene he’s created.

“You’re not, and we both know it. You didn’t suddenly get into a fight, did you?”

Shaking your head, you really hope he’ll drop the topic. You knew he’d be upset, but you were hoping you could hide it long enough to get through hellfire.

“Then what happened?”

“It wasn’t your date was it?” He questions, voice softer than it had been, however when you fail to respond any, he starts to get upset again.

“Y/n, please tell me it wasn’t your date that did this to you.”

You can feel all the guys’ eyes on you which only makes you curl in on yourself again. With being the only girl in the club, all of the boys have become rather protective of you. Hearing that a date did this to you? None of them can blame Gareth for his boiling blood.

“N-not just him,” you mumble before your thoughts start tumbling out of your mouth without you even realizing what you’re saying.

“…but it was my own fault for even going on the stupid date and I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

At your outburst, Gareth finds himself stunned, expression shifting from bubbling anger to confusion. You’re sorry? Why would you be sorry?

That’s when the reality of the situation settles in his mind - you went on your date last night and he, and apparently others, attacked you. They attacked and hurt you. 

“Y/n. Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, peanut. Why’re you sorry?” He questions, tenderly holding your arms as he shifts into comforting mode.

Although he wants to beat the living shit out of the guys that hurt you, that’s not what he needs to worry about right now. Not when you’ve got tears falling over your cheeks and you struggle to catch your breath.

“What do you have to be sorry for, peanut?”

“You…You didn’t want me going o-on the date. I-I should have listened, Gar.” 

“Hey. Hey, I don’t care about that anymore, y/n. Just wanna know you’re okay, peanut.”

“Are you okay?” He reiterates after a moment of you catching your breath and sniffling.

All of the guys watch with bated breaths as you shake your head, your bottom lip pouted out as you refuse to make eye contact with anyone. Gareth is still carefully holding you by your biceps, keeping you from turning away from him, but he desperately wants you to look at him.

“You’re not okay?”

“I hurt…a lot.” You sigh, beginning to fidget with your fingers.

“Where?”

“Everywhere...I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Hurt too much.” 

“Then why did you, babe?” He questions, not even registering the pet name that slipped from his lips.

He’s too worried about you right now that he's not thinking straight, and the rest of the guys know it. You don’t, but they certainly do.

“You know my parents wouldn’t let me stay home unless I was actually dying.” You nearly whine, being too tired and sore to care. 

The only thing you want to do right now is lay down somewhere comfy and let Gareth hold you, even if you aren’t super physical with each other on any normal day.

“Yeah, I know. Do they even know about this, peanut?” 

As he watches you shake your head, he can’t help but let out a heavy sigh. You are going to be the death of him one of these days, he’s sure of it. However, he’s pretty sure he signed up for that risk the moment he became friends with you - long before he ever started to fall for you. 

“Where else are you bruised? Can you show me? Need to know whether or not we need to make a detour to the hospital.” He teases, trying to make you feel less uncomfortable. 

“Might not be a bad idea, Gar. They were…they weren’t too nice.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Th-this one hurts the most.” You admit, placing a hand over the right side of your torso.”

“Can I see?” Gareth questions, voice soft as he reaches for the hem of your shirt.

At his question you finally look up, glancing around the room before settling on his face. He can’t help but notice how panicked you looked, and he worries just how bad it is. 

Although nervous, you eventually give him a short, soft nod. If anyone needs to check it out, you’d rather it be Gareth. You know he’ll be careful to not hurt you any more than you are.

You feel him slide his hand over your hip, palm warm against your bare skin as he tucks his fingers under the hem of your shirt. From there, he lets his palm just barely trail over your skin as he lifts the material, revealing your side to the group.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Shit!”

“I’m gonna-“

Even though the guys are voicing their own shock, all you focus on is Gareth’s. With him finally focused on something other than your face, you find yourself studying his.

For the first time since entering the room you take notice of just how worried he is, and you can’t help how your heart aches. Aside from worry, though, you can see a plethora of other emotions swirling in his eyes - anger, hurt, softness. 

“Y/n…peanut. This, this isn’t good.” Gareth comments, voice soft even though you would’ve expected him to shout some expletive like the others.

Nodding, you can’t help the small hitch of your breath as he gently caresses the purple center of the bruise with his thumb.

“Gareth…take her to the hospital. Get her looked at.” Eddie comments, drawing the boy’s attention from your marred side.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. You guys…?”

“We’ll hold off on the campaign until next week. This is more important.” 

“Okay. Uh, thank you.” Gareth thanks, sending Eddie a curt nod before turning back to you.

“Let’s go, yeah? We’ll make sure nothing’s too banged up, okay?”

There’s no stopping the small smile that grows on your lips as you nod, tangling your arms out in front of you as he places a hand to your hip.

He is so going to hurt whoever did this to you, but they better hope you’re not too hurt aside from the way-too-big bruises. If there’s anything seriously wrong, there’s a very good chance they’ll be making a trip to the hospital as well.

No one is going to hurt you like this - on top of toying with your emotions - and get away with it. He’s not going to let that happen. Not when you mean everything in the world to him.

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[mytheoristavenue]

ST Gareth x Reader - Blessings 🌟

Warnings: Fluff, angst

Summary: After being caught in the act, you and Gareth must face your family for the consequences of your actions. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Eddie’s jaw hung open as he stood in your doorway, baffled. The time in the room sat still as all of you waited for the other to react. Finally, you broke away from your boyfriend, darting for your cousin, hanging off him. 

“Eddie, promise me you won’t tell dad!” you pleaded, tears pricking your panicked eyes. 

“Wayne!” he responded, less to you, and more to the situation, frozen and unwilling to spearhead finding a way to resolve this. His eyes remained glued to his best friend, who was also paralyzed, jaw clenched, and staring back. “Uncle Wayne!” he called again, finally taking a breath when he heard oncoming footsteps, in tune with the annoyed grumblings of his mother’s younger brother. 

“Can’t you kids get along for ten min-” Your father halted in the small hallway, at first puzzled when he watched you withdrawal from his nephew  as if your skin was allergic to his, before his tired eyes wandered to the curly haired stranger standing in his daughter’s bedroom. “(M/N),” he growled, his confused expression melting into a hate filled snarl. “Please, enlighten me as to why the hell there is an intruder in my house?”

“Daddy,” you struggled to come to words, but you chose the few you found carefully. “I can explain, I swear!”

“Be my guest.” Wayne angrily squinted at you. “Because it almost seems like you have been sneaking this little hood rat into your bedroom behind my back.”

Your lip trembled as tears began to freely flow across your blushed face. “It’s not like that! I just wanted someone to myself, I deserve that much!” you raged, furious that you weren’t allowed to make the same decisions that the men in your life did. “I-I-!”

“Gareth Emerson, sir.” the three of you snapped to your boyfriend, finding him extending an arm. “It’s nice to finally meet you, though, I’d hoped it’d be under better circumstances.”

Your father glared at him cautiously. “Wayne Munson, I can’t say I share the pleasure. What do you think you’re doing in my daughter’s room, boy?”

Gareth calmed himself with a deceptively confident breath. “I came to check on her, sir. I noticed that she seemed a little off at school today, and I was worried. I tried to call, but nobody answered.”

Wayne seemed to ignore the intruder’s response, only turning back to you. “Is the boy Ed was talking about? You better be honest, young lady.” he prodded, angrily sighing and looking too an empty corner when you nodded shamefully. “How long?”

“Three months and six days.” Gareth answered. 

Wayne was desperately trying to keep himself from overreacting. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around this teenager’s throat and strangle him against the wall, but you’d never forgive him. You liked this boy, he could tell, and unfortunately, you weren’t his little girl anymore. 

“Garett, was it?” he finally asked, walking into the living room. 

“Gareth, actually, sir.” your boyfriend answered, as your collective attention followed him. 

“Whatever. C’mon, we’re gonna go for a drive.” your father decided, kicking into a pair of slippers and grapping his keys. “Just to talk.”

“Dad, no, please.” you instantly protested, worried he’d do something to hurt the boy. Likewise, Gareth, was petrified. This was how he’d die.

Wayne simply held a hand to you, your que to stop arguing. You shamefully withdrew yourself, something that didn’t go unnoticed by your partner. “Right behind you, sir.” Your head shot up in surprise as he walked to the door, following your father onto the porch. 

“Babe, you don’t have to, you can just go home.” you tried to reason, feeling defeated by the sound of the trailer door slamming shut, accompanied by the roaring to life of the engine in your father’s car. 

You were left in the hallway, mind racing, and tears still rolling freely. You could feel the gaze of a companion burning into the back of your skull. Furiously, you spun around pointing an accusing finger at your silent cousin, who was glaring condescendingly back at you. “You!”

“Me?!” he snarled, finally speaking for the first time since your dad became aware of the situation. “The fuck did I do?!”

You could feel your face burning with rage as you continued to pin blame. “You just had to fucking tattle on me, didn’t you? How many times have I cover your back when you wanted to hide shit from Dad?!”

“Oh, name one fucking time!” Eddie demanded, fists clenched, and bare feet wet from the milk he’d spilt into the carpet. 

“Like the time you tried to sell that cheerleader ketamine! Or the fact that you sell ketamine at all!”

His mind was immediately brought back to Chrissy, a girl he’d had a crush on earlier in the year, that had approached him for drugs, wanting the strongest he supplied. She backed out of the deal at the last minute and Eddie, terrified he’d be found out with the substance, begged you to help him dispose of it, which you did. “That’s different!” he argued half heartedly. 

“So I guess it’s not me that rents you movies all the time because you’re banned from the video store for theft?” you asked rhetorically. 

“W-Well,” he faltered, a stack of past due tapes in his peripheral. They were late, and under your name. He’d blown you off when you asked for a ride to return them, even though he’d picked them out. “It’s not the same, (Y/N)! You’re having sex, I think that’s a little bit bigger than a copy of fucking ‘Fast Times’.”

“Oh!” you chirped sarcastically. “You want to talk about sex? Let’s do that. Let’s talk about that pair of handcuffs you keep on your wall!” 

“That’s none of your business, kid!” he yelled over you, instantly regretting having done so when he saw the hurt expression on your face. You hated when he called you ‘Kid’. It reminded you of how under his thumb you were, and how he couldn’t ever truly respect you as an adult. 

“I hate you, Ed.” you spat, seething. In contrast to your cousin’s guilt in hurting your feelings, you reveled in the idea of causing him pain. It was only fair. 

“You don’t mean that.” he denied, crossing his arms and turning away like a child. 

“I do too! I hate you, and I wished your mom was still alive so you could her her problem and not mine! Dad actually cared about me before you came to live with us, he used to be nice! Now all he cares about is setting you straight and working because you won’t get off your ass and get a fucking job!” The violent words poured over your lips like a rapid waterfall, and you lacked the river stones to ease the transition. You didn’t mean any of what you’d said, but you were hurting, and upset. “My life has just been hell since you got here! Gareth was the one good thing I had and you ruined it! I won’t ever forgive you!”

With that final outburst, you stormed out the back door, stealing your fathers pack of cigarettes and lighter on the way out, before stomping over to the small sheltered picnic table just outside the trailer. Eddie sat and stewed in your words, tears hateful and fat, brimming his chocolatey eyes. As droplets fell, his gaze wandered over to the stained carpet when he’d accidentally smudged cookies into the carpet as he stepped on them. He knew you only smoked at the worst of times, but there still could be time to make things right.

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“Now, are you going to tell me what you were really doing in my little girl’s bedroom, son?” Wayne’s tired voice cracked as he drove. He’d long since began to regret leaving his menthols on the kitchen table, but oh well. He could have one when he got back. 

“Visiting her, sir.” Gareth answered, suspiciously quickly. 

“With your shirt on backwards?” Your boyfriend’s eyes blew wide as he instantly glanced down, being met with the tag of his shirt against his collar bone. “Inside out too? Imagine that.”

The teen sighed. “We were having sex.” he confessed, his stare glued to the passing foliage of the passenger side view. 

“I know you were. Safely, I hope?” 

“Absolutely!” Gareth exclaimed. “So...you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m livid.” Your dad answered. “You’re damn lucky I got work in the mornin’, or I’d drive this truck into the quarry and let you drown.” he could see the terrified look on his companion's face and chuckled a bit. “But I won’t. This time.” Your boyfriends sighed, relief falling off his chest like a boulder. “I can see she likes you. (Y/N)’s a good girl, and she wouldn’t go to these lengths to hide you if you weren’t somethin’ special.”

He couldn’t help but blush a bit. There was doubt in Gareth’s mind that you loved him, but he didn’t think it was so obvious. Taking in a sharp breath for courage, he turned toward your father. “Mr. Munson, forgive me for being so forward, but I think I’m in love with your daughter.”

Wayne scoffed, laughing off the comment, making his passenger deflate with low self esteem. “Y’all don’t even know what love is. Three months isn’t long enough to fall in love. You don’t know the first thing about my little girl.”

“I know that she’s afraid of (y/f).” Gareth breathed, brows furrowing. “Her favorite color is (f/c), and she likes (f/s) better than any other subject in school.”

“You’re plan to prove you love is trivia?” the older man snorted. “You don’t think I know all this?”

“I bet you do.” Your partner said, frustration playing on his face. “I might not know everything about her, but learning about her is my favorite thing, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing it.”

“That’s dramatic.” Your father finally sighed. “Look, I ain’t gonna try and keep y’all apart.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” Wayne muttered begrudgingly. “Won’t do any good to. How am I gonna benefit from my kid hating me?” An uncomfortable silence fell between the two men, neither knowing exactly how to approach the situation, now that it was understood that you and Gareth would be allowed to remain a couple. Finally your father grunted, humbled in his fatherly pride, and bending, as he always had to whatever he though would make you smile. 

“Garret,” he began, purposefully mistaking the boy’s name with a disguised smirk. “I may never like you, but (Y/N) does, and so long as you ain’t mean to her, I guess that’s good enough.”

“Oh, I’d never dream of it, sir.” Gareth promised, gushing a bit. “I don’t know how anyone could be mean to someone like her.”

“She’s a cutie, I’ll give ya that, boy. You’re lucky.”

“I know I am.” you boyfriend confirmed, picturing your visage in his mind. “Thanks for...ya know, not killing me.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

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Eddie paced back and forth, socked feet beating against the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He knew what to do, there was still a few left, and he could buy more milk tomorrow. He glanced out the window toward the road, catching a glimpse of you, sitting atop the picnic table, angrily ranting to the air, spent butts littering the concrete slab beneath you. He grumbled, dragging his palms down his face. “Jesus Christ,” he whined, finally taking another small plate and glass from the cabinet, and spilling the remainder of the pecan sandies onto the the dish. Milk splashed into the glass, a bit collecting on the countertop, which Eddie made a note to clean up later. With a final deep breath for courage, he steadied the snack in his grip in a way that would allow him to also open and close the back door as he used it.

“Go away, Eds.” you demanded sternly. “Just leave me alone.” your cousin was startled. You hadn’t even seen him yet, though, he guessed it wouldn’t have been hard for you to guess who was using the creaky door. He was the only one in the house, after all. He continued to make his way over, steadying himself as he walked across the uneven lawn and sat beside you. You sighed, displeased with his presence. “What do you want, Eddie?” He plastered on a fake, nervous grin, holding up the plate with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes. “Nice try, sandies aren’t going to make me not hate you.”

Eddie let go of a sad breath, setting the dishes to the side, his head hung low. “I know...I thought I’d at least try.”

You finally looked him in the eye, bringing a freshly lit cigarette to your lips, speaking with it bouncing as you did. “This is bigger than cookies, Eds.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for telling on you.” he muttered, fingers idly tracing the brim of the glass of milk.  

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed. “You’ve been dying to get me in trouble.”

Your cousin’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry for that too. I think I’m just...having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you’re not my baby cousin anymore. You’ve got your own life now...and you’ve got someone new to eat cookies with.”

Against your will, your heart melted a bit. “Eds, are you...jealous?” you asked cautiously. Eddie rarely ever shared his feelings, and this wasn’t a moment you wanted to come to a premature close. 

“I guess?” he responded, sounding more confused that you were. “Yes but no. Sometimes I just worry that you’ll outgrow me. You’re so mature, and you’re set up for a great future. One that I know I’m not a part of. I’m a failure and your not and that terrifies me.”

You cringed at his words, feeling a bit offended that he was so spiteful of the success you’d earned after years of hard work. “So you don’t want good things for me, just because you don’t care to make them happen for yourself? Great apology.”

“Not, that’s not it, (Y/N).” he whined, crushing a few cookie crumbs in his fingertips. “You’re gonna go on to bigger and better things without me. We’ve always done everything together and...I guess I’m starting to realize my time with you is limited. I’m not mad that you’re with Gareth, he’s a good kid and I know he’ll treat you right. I’m just overprotective.”

“Eddie, I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I need to make my own mistakes, and I know he’s not one of them. I’m really happy with him. And I’m not going to start my life and forget about you. I want you to have a successful life too.” You explained, hoping to put him at ease.

“I know you do.” he mumbled. “I do too. I don’t wanna be the dead beat uncle to your kids or the burden that falls on you when Wayne’s not around anymore.”

“You don’t have to be,” you smiled, sympathetically. “It’s not too late, Eddie, you know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know...” he trailed off, outwardly aloof, but secretly a little flustered that you had you still had so much faith in him after everything he’s done. “I can’t even graduate, how am I supposed to do anything better than that?”

“You can graduate, Ed. You just have to try, I can help you, but only if you’ll put in effort.”

“I will,” he agreed. “Thanks, (Y/N). And sorry I’ve been such an ass.” He flashing a sheepish smile, before dragging the plate of cookies to the space between you, offering one after he dunked it into the glass, which you happily took, biting into it. 

“I forgive you,” you grinned, dipping what was left into the milk.

“Hey, no double dipping!” your cousin protested with a snort. 

As if on cue, your father’s car pulled back into the driveway, both males stepping out, doors slamming behind. Wayne slowly approached, juxtaposed to your boyfriend, who ran to you, scooping you into his arms as you climbed down from the table to meet him. Gareth laughed, spinning you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses, until your father laid a hand on his shoulder, signaling that he’d seen enough of your gross display. He set you on your feet, but kept you in his arms, beaming down at you. Unbeknownst to you, Wayne had motioned for Eddie to follow him back into the trailer, which he obliged. 

“You’re dad says he’s gonna let us be together.” Gareth exclaimed, cupping his hands around your cheeks. 

“Really? That amazing, babe!” you gushed, pecking his lips quickly. “I talked to Eddie.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, a bit more anxiety in his tone now. “What’d he say?”

“He said that he’s not mad at us, and he thinks you’re a good guy. He just worries.” you giggled. 

“Oh, he should definitely be worried.” you boyfriend smirked devilishly, hoisting you up again, and carrying you over to the table, laying you down on it and tickling you mercilessly. “Because you’re all mine now!

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Gareth headcannons PT2!!

Warnings: not really any, mentions sex but it’s not smutty so minors can read ahead :)

305 words (it’s short because I already have other headcannons for him)

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* Gareth doesn’t wear colors he really only wears dark green and red, and maybe a grayish blue but that’s like it

* Converse

* Prefers silver jewelry to gold

* Does not like edibles, honestly else would rather smoke but doesn’t like doing it alone, and only smokes at night

* He doesn’t like bugs in the house but out of the house they are cool

* He tried to let a possum once

* He buys you keychains that remind him of you, and he gets you a keychain that says his name on it so you can keep it with you at all times

* I think I’ve said this before but he likes rocks, and he likes crystals so if you give him any at all they are staying in his room and probably by his window or on his dresser

* I just know that he like doesn’t have condoms on hand, if you know what I mean

* Like it’s not such an occurrence that he has to use them and he hasn’t needed them until he got with you

* You two better not break up because all other sex is now ruined because you of, you are it for him he only wants you

* He dates to marry that’s what I’m sayin

* Listens to the radio on certain stations to show you songs he thinks you’ll like

* Great at wrapping rectangular presents but if it’s a giant cube shape or something not rectangle, he just puts it in a bag

* He helps his parents/grandparents wrap presents for his sibling

* Looooooves Halloween but he doesn’t like matching couple costumes unless they are actually good ideas (or at least original)

* Likes scooby doo

* Your first kiss, the first one was awkward so he said “erase all of what just happened let’s try that again”

* God he blushes so easily

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[demowogorgon]

Bite of Passage

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

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

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

Part 1

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

Wordcount: 2.5k

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

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

“Hello to you too,” you tease. 

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

He leans back, crossing his arms defensively. 

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

Oh. 

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And who are you to deny such a generous offer? 

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

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

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

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

“Wanna try?”

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Dungeon Master

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+) ((jfc where do I start??, throne sex, worship, blowjob, clit play, thigh riding, use of master, praise, cockwarming))

Word Count: 1,162

Gareth confesses he wants to be Dungeon Master just once while cleaning up after a campaign, you decide to help him out with his fantasy the best you can.

“Okay guys! Great campaign!” Eddie claps, folding up his dungeon master gear. Everyone moves, getting up and gathering their things. “Annnd it looks like Gareth and (Y/N) will be staying after to clean up!” Eddie nods to you and the floppy haired boy next to you. You two grin at each other, always enjoying the others company. He tosses you the keys, winking discreetly as the others file out of the classroom to head home this evening. You roll your eyes and pocket the key ring.

Gareth and you move in mutual silence, picking up and boxing the game pieces carefully.

“I wish I could be dungeon master just once.” He mutters, eyeing the throne Eddie has claimed. It wasn’t a totally incomprehensible wish, all of the guys secretly wanted to sit on that throne and control the drift of the campaign at some point. Humming in response, an idea comes to mind to help your friend live his fantasy out. Your face heats up just thinking about it. Gareth sat lazily atop the throne, pants undone and flannel opened up. The image of just him was already making you wet, but imagining yourself placed on his thigh- his loyal companion- caused you to outwardly react and let out a harsh breath of air you’d been holding. Then, the thought of Gareth playing Dungeon Master, you sat on his lap in front of the rest of the boys threw you over your personal breaking point.

“Sit on the throne.” You mumble, putting away the last box.

“What?” His eyebrows furrow.

“Sit on the throne.” You shrug. “Eddie’s not here. Whats he gonna do?” Gareth grins.

“You’re right!” He hops onto the old prop, and tests the waters, sinking into it. It wasn’t as fulfilling as he hoped. “Not as good as he makes it out to be.” He shrugs, and goes to hop down before you place your hands on his shoulders, dragging your fingertips down his arms, holding his hands. “(Y/N)?” He quietly asks, looking down at you with red cheeks.

“Let me make you feel like a dungeon master.” You sigh, finally confessing your feelings for your club mate after all these years. He nods and dips his head, hastily putting his lips against yours.

He quickly pulls you up onto his lap, your thighs encasing his skinny jean clad leg. Your hands move to his hair, twirling the strands while he kisses you feverishly, grabbing you wherever he can. When his hands land on your hips you test out the waters, grinding down onto his thigh. He smiles at the sigh of relief you express afterwards, pressing you down and bouncing his leg generously.

“You like that?” He smirks against your desperate mouth.

“Oh yes, dungeon Master,” You moan. He chokes out his own moan in surprise of the title. He moves his hands to your waistband, loosening it before dipping his hand into your pants, heading straight for your clit. You find yourself clenching around nothing and rocking your hips faster before he pulls his hand away.

“Thought you were the one making me feel better?” He teases, clearing up your foggy mind. Lifting your hips, you unbutton his jeans and slide off of his lap and onto your knees on the platform below. Tugging his jeans the rest of the way down, you sloppily kiss his cock through the fabric of his boxers and finally release it from the restraint. It stands proudly, matching Gareth’s proud grin, sitting in his dream chair, with his dream girl on her knees for him. You gently lick up his cock, taking it into your mouth, massaging the underside with your tongue while Gareth’s chest heaves and he whimpers about how good your mouth is. Your hands rest on his knees for support and you find yourself quickly dropping your head down, taking him as far down your throat as you can. His knuckles turn white, gripping the armrests as he tries his best not to buck up deeper into your mouth.

“Oh baby-“ He whines, feeling himself draw closer to his impending orgasm. He looks at you with disappointment when you remove your mouth, wiping it off.

You stand up to kiss him before taking in his expression.

“I was hoping you’d rather finish inside of me, Master.” You sigh into his ear. His hips buck into nothing.

“God yes.” He bites his lip while you’re back on his lap once again, this time shed of your pants, only sporting your hellfire shirt and noticeably damp panties. He teases your slit through the fabric before moving it to the side and giving you the friction you’ve been needing. Your small gasps are music to his ears. Gareth’s fingers speed up, gathering your wetness and spreading it impossibly far down your thighs and dripping onto his cock. He pumps himself, making sure he’s capable of sliding into you easily while you hover just above his crotch. He teases your hole before pushing his head past the spongy ring and feeling your walls clench around him. He pulls out almost all of the way, before thrusting back up into you, and slamming your hips down into his own.

This pattern continues, thrust up, pull down, feel his cock head brush your cervix, clench around him, hear his delicious whines.

“Oh Master!” You finally whine loudly, approaching your orgasm. “I’m- I’m gonna cum-“ You babble between gasps as he keeps bucking up into you.

“Ask nicely.” He hisses, blunt nails digging into your hips.

“Oh fuck baby- Master- please Master let me cum all over your cock-“ You beg, feeling his fingers pull and flick at your clit.

“Ah good girl, you’ve been so good for me- go on cum on your Masters cock.” He allows, feeling his orgasm approach for the second time tonight. Your warm wetness suddenly flooding around his cock is almost enough to throw him over the edge. “Whose cumming in this pussy?”

“You, Master- only you, this pussy is yours, only yours-“ You hurriedly whine, feeling the overstimulation build within you. Your whiny affirmation sends him the rest of the way, and you moan in delight at the spurt of warm seed you feel fill you up.

You relax on top of Gareth, his arms wrapping themselves around you.

“Thank you,” He breathes into your hair.

“For what?” You hum, resting against his chest.

“Everything.” He answers simply.

“Oh course, I’d do anything to see you happy, Gareth.”

“Really?” He smiles to himself, lucky to have you in his grasp.

“Absolutely, but we should probably get out of here now- well- after we clean up again.” You look down at where Gareth and yourself are still connected, your mixed cum spilling all over your thighs and the throne. Hopefully, it wasn’t ruined or Eddie would throw the biggest fit of his life.

But then again, if he threw it out Gareth could take it…

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[samdiedofnaturalcauses]

Gareth Emerson Dating Headcannons

Since I can't find the motivation to write something real, I'm gonna give you some headcannons

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-would act all tough in public, but when you're alone with him, he is literally so clingy

-teaches you some basic beats on the drums while you're sitting on his lap

-only shares his Dr. Pepper with you

-definetly has ADHD

-would be awkwardly rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you when you're crying

-would make terrible dad jokes

-bought you a new walkman when Jason broke yours

-learns your favorite songs on the drums

-late night convos about how they should normalize eating cheesecake-flavored ice cream for breakfast

-SO turned on if you steal his clothes

-swears, that he will take you out of the shithole named hawkins

-already saving his money to get a mini-fridge for his room, so his Dr. Pepper will stay cool

-will make you cuddle him when he's jealous

-never washes his flannel

-smells like honey and sweat

-calls you buttercup and sweetcheeks

-gets anxious a lot and plays with your hands

-gives you lots of random gifts like rocks he finds pretty

-turns into a worried mother if you're sick

-"Do you have enough blankets? Are you still cold?"

-knows when you are sad

-teases you a lot

-knows exactly how to fluster you

-leaves hickeys on your neck because he's bored

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I hope you liked it!

Take care of yourselves :)

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[bunnyhoney111]

so gareth eddie poly relationship WHEN??

but fr do yall need this like i do??

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