The sun had recently set, and the moon had finally risen, thus casting a light hue in the semi-dark late evening. After eating at the local diner, the two of you ventured off to the forest to sit down, talk, and enjoy each other's company. Thus, Jasper and you had settled down in a pleasant grassy field, sitting on a blanket, and savoring the other's presence.
The minutes had turned into hours, and what was once a sunny, warm day had turned into a chilly, dim evening. It had also become quite breezy. The wind had picked up more, once the sun had set, and your body shivered slightly to the sudden blow of air.
“Are you alright, darlin’?” Jasper asked, “You’re probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.”
Though you weren't that cold, Jasper was right. You felt the slight chill, especially wearing such light clothes. You were dressed in a cute gingham set, wearing capris that met at your knees, a matching shirt that passed right below your belly button, and a simple white knitted shrug. The outfit looked pretty on your plump figure, but it wasn't practical for the chilly weather.
“C’mere, Angel,” he uttered softly, urging you sit sit on his lap. However, before you even had that chance to move, Jasper had effortlessly lifted your body into his lap. You were plotted on his lap, your thick thighs straddling both sides of his hips. Jasper's thumb subconsciously rubbing on your thigh, a habit of his that he rarely seemed to notice.
In case the warm weather turned cold, Jasper brought a jacket with him, unfortunately, it remained in the car. Jasper didn't want to leave you alone, yet he didn't want you to freeze either. Knowing your rather stubborn personality, he didn't want to decide for you, so he asked you in a soft, gentle voice. ”I left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for you…that sounds good to you, darlin’?”
“No, I'm good," You respond stubbornly, both frustrated at the sudden weather change and not wishing for him to depart. "I'm not even that cold,"
“Angel, I can feel your body shivering”, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “You might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that you’re cold.”
The slight twitch of a smirk on Jasper's lips annoyed you. Whether it was the weather's spontaneous change, or the subconscious desire to challenge him, you had, without thinking, said something that caused the sweet, playful atmosphere to break.
“Warm me up then,” you mumble.
There was a slight pause in Jasper's movement. His teasing gaze and slight smirk paused, as well as the thumb that caressed your thigh. A pacy tension had risen into the air, replacing the previous lighter mood.
That mutter of yours wasn't supposed to be heard. It was low, quiet, and was more of a quiet huff under your breath rather than an actual mumble. However, with Jasper’s keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.
“You want me to warm you up?”
His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasn’t present in your own. The thumb that had previously rubbed on your thigh was replaced by his large hand that tightened a hold on your large, plush thigh. The other hand of his that previously layed lazily on the ground, fidgeting with the blanket underneath both of you, had moved to your waist. The hold was firm and anticipating.
Part Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.
Camp Hawkins Masterlist
It's been two weeks.
I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.
Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 a.m., the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief rundown of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJs, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.
The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweatshirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T-shirt, perfectly showing off his arms.
Stop staring at Steve.
Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.
I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington," Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.
I snap my head towards him. "Do not," I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.
Eddie chuckles. "You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush." Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. "Don't worry, I won't tell." He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.
I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.
"I don't like him," I insist. "So you don't have anything to keep secret."
Eddie nods mockingly. "That's not what Henderson told me... but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.
I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened. I don't understand why Dustin spun it to sound like we made out.
"Is everything alright over there?" Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache," I lie.
"Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."
My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of... confusion?
This is going to be a tough morning.
The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.
I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor by the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.
"So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. "Are you and Eddie... a thing?" he asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.
I let out a small laugh. "Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's... not my type." The constant smell of weed is headache-inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids, but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of-age counselors.
Plus, he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit-it-and-quit-it type.
"What is your type?" Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.
"Not Eddie, that's for sure." I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. "I like guys who... I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask?" I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.
Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. "I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter."
"Still single," I mumble.
A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.
"Are you mad at me?" His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.
I look over at the brunette. "No," I reply honestly. "Why would you think that?"
We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.
Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. "You just seem... distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and me at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something?"
I shake my head. "You... you didn't do anything."
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
If I tell him, he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?
But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.
I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?
Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.
"I have a crush on you, okay?" I blurt out. "It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that."
His eyes widen in surprise. "What?"
"I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer."
I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.
"I like you too." Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.
My eyes go wide. "What?"
He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.
No. This has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.
"I like you too." Steve finally makes it to me. He stands close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. "I have liked you for the past couple of years."
I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. "You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker. I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together."
Steve shakes his head. "We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together."
I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.
"Nancy has known about my crush for a while," Steve admits nervously. "That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head." He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Your smile, your eyes, fuck, it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you."
I continue to create space between us. "So I'm the reason you guys broke up?" Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.
"No!" Steve shakes his head. "You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our breakup. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyway."
I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their breakup.
"Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault."
I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.
I stop.
Relief floods Steve's face.
"You really like me?" I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.
"I swear on my life, I like you." Steve's expression is sincere. "I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode."
I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. "I like you too."
Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. "Will you go on a date with me, Y/N?"
request from @aizawasbrazybaby sorry it took so long girl, but here it is and i hope you enjoy it!
usually this man is cool and calm and collected
when he sees you he almost chokes, in his mind he was like damn
he tries to act like your body doesn’t have and affect on him but it does, he’s in a trance when he see you
he acts all nervous and shy around you while he tries to act cool but you could see right through him
he’s nervous around you and low-key wants to impress you, so on mission he will show off a bit
once you guys get closer he starts saying some slay comments and you notice he eyes tend to wonder a night more too
you both are feeling each other and know that you both want to get together so you ask
“so are you gonna ask me out or what. because i know there’s something between us”
“ i mean lets go right now”
BOOM and now yall are dating! yay!
he's obsessed with how soft and warm you feel against him
ass, tummy and thighs he’s in love with the way they move and jiggle
pda is very touchy but not enough to make you uncomfortable
he loves being the little spoon when you cuddle, (dont tell anyone tho lmao)
naps are where he lays between your thighs or being suffocated by your tities
speaking of thighs, this man can stay between your thighs all day, everyday. sometimes after a really long hard day he’ll rest between your legs and kisses and rubs them while asking how your day went
constantly reminds you how beautiful you and how he’s so lucky to have you and your so amazing to him
he knows when you have a bad day and start self-hating against yourself, those days he will stay home and tell you what he loves about you
NSFW
like i said he’s in love with your thighs, absolutely loves when your thighs when they close on his head from the overstimulation you get from him eating your pussy
this man DEVOURS your pussy like its his last meal, that's all he ever wants to do is eat and finger your pretty pussy
he moans against your pussy, sometimes he gets sloppy when he eats you out
please please please sit on this mans face, he could honestly die happy with you on his sitting on his face
omg he loves having you ride his thighs, has a strong grip on your hips and guides you up and down his thigh, flexes his thigh to give you more stimulation
this man goes crazy when you get on top and ride, girl use them megan knees of yours because you got this man’s legs twitching, breathing hard. he’s about to pass out
also when you’re riding him he grips your hips and fucks up into
and if you do a reverse cowgirl he loves to smack that ass, and watch it jiggle
he loves gripping your hips while your thick thighs wrap around his waist
he fucks you like he wants to get you pregnant and secretly he does, always leaves you fucked out which is the best
overall he loves you soo much and you are a walking goddess to him.
I've been in heat for the past 2 days and I keep having flashbacks..this may be the reason for me to write this.- This is old wtf..
You and your pretty smile that's all he thinks about, you and your stuttering and fidgeting that's all that's on his mind. You walking within his castle gliding through his hallways with such warmth to his cold soul and heart. Your warmth that you bring, Alucard wants to bask in it.
"Let me do this please Mr. Alucard, I insist." you're helping him around the castle, you and the cold man are now considered "friends".....Deep down Adrien knows his impure thoughts will soon relinquish from his head, Did you really have to wear those pretty dresses around like that? "Its quite alright Miss" he puts the books on the top shelf~ "Nonsense, you're so kind to me, I must and you'll let me" you say with an impetuous look on your face--"Stubborn" he thinks.
The books fall on your head causing you to stumble back into his arms, You groan "I know you're the son of Dracula but hell could he have been a bit more organized" you chuckle. You're warmth touched him again feeling lightheaded, instantly catching you in his arms, pupils dilated and fangs erect~ "yes I agree" huskiness clouds his voice, Your smile falters as you look at his features "Remarkable."
"I should go" he says......your words stop him, "Alucard wait!!" scurrying to the blonde beauty "must you always go away when your fangs come out, tell me more about yourself, you always limit your words with me"
"Then we will walk together" you stated as he hushes, you both glide with the same pace~ silence takes over through the dimmed lights in the hallway out of the library ...... damn those plump full tits of yours??? Good, God, Almighty, Indeed~ each step bouncing those jugs, Like yeah maybe you can help him~
He's thinking of those thick thighs~ oh gosh those thighs rubbing together under that dress of yours- maybe he can help rub them to- "The architecture is insane, Immaculate measurements, its such a beautiful sight for my eyes" you compliment breaking him out of his thoughts~ he nods.
Wide hips, sultry with each leg when you walk you sure were a whole lot of woman~ but how deep could you arch your lower back? he wonders, those areoles, those nipples are they sensitive too? That cunt is she always slick? he can definitely make that happen all the time if you would let him, Get in that pretty mind of yours-..consume your thoughts and overwhelm you on sight, maybe even suck some blood from that pretty neck~ yeah he'd show you what your missing, Posses you, fuck your mind numb so you can only think of him and his desire for you, Oh he wonders~ his black calfskin trousers are tightening from his most Divine desire "fuck" he mutters- "hmm?" "Nothing".
This is to add to this writing I did last year so its here for the context before but I will go into more depth.
so like I was supposed to post this last month like forgive me y'all.....I should've added in full sex scenes but idk how to write much about about tension...but maybe I should officially write for this of course.... I wasn't exactly sure since I'm still trying to figure out my writing style .... ok I'm blabbering but yeah I'll try to be more consistent since this is kinda freeing right now...
Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new café on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.
"You can go on break."
Those are the best words I've heard all day.
A grin crawls onto my face as I make my way to the register to clock out. "Thank you!"
Steve gives me a small grunt in response, returning to his phone. Five bucks says he's on Tinder.
He doesn't look up as I leave the store, little bells from above the door ringing to announce my departure.
Today's been rough. I've been screamed at by multiple angry babies and passive-aggressively argued with by multiple middle-aged women. Who knew working at a bakery involved so much anger?
I make my way down the street towards one of the newer shops. It was finally completed last week. I've been so excited to try the coffee. Robin says their drinks are amazing.
The street is busy, as it always is. I'm almost hit by a shiny black Honda on my way across the street.
Impatient people.
I finally make it to the front of the store. A little sign with the words Coffee Central hangs above the door. Everything is freshly painted and clean.
As soon as I open the door, I'm met with the strong scent of coffee. The shop is pretty busy. People bustle around, their chatter creating a soft buzz in the air.
I get in line at the very back. After about eight minutes, it's finally my time to order.
"What can I get for you today?" the chirpy barista asks.
"Um…" I scan the menu board, looking for the perfect drink. "Can I get a… cappuccino, please?"
I hand the girl my money and immediately another barista begins to work on it. After a few minutes, the other barista produces a drink. "Have a great day!"
I turn around to leave when I immediately make contact with a firm chest. My drink’s lid pops open, spilling out of the container as a result.
The man jumps back slightly in surprise, coffee spreading across his Metallica band tee.
"I'm so sorry!" I immediately reply. "Fuck, I had no idea you were there!" I turn to grab a few napkins from the counter behind me. I hand them to the man in front of me, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.
The man accepts the napkins, beginning to dab his shirt. "It's alright. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either," he says with a small laugh.
I take a moment to observe the man. His eyes are covered by a pair of dark shades. A small dark curl hangs next to his face, the rest of his hair hidden by a black beanie. His chain rattles slightly when he steps towards the nearby trashcan to throw out the soaked napkins in his hand.
"I feel so bad," I say, handing him some more napkins. "Is there any way I can make it up? I can give you money for your shirt." I gesture to his now coffee-stained white tee.
The man looks up at me. "Look, if you really want to repay me… let me buy you another coffee."
This guy.
"W-what?" I ask in surprise.
"I caused you to spill your drink. If anything, I should be repaying you."
I shake my head. "I ruined your shirt."
"Please," the man's voice is sincere.
I bite my bottom lip. I was really looking forward to that drink. "Fine," I sigh. "But I still feel bad."
The man's face breaks out into a grin. "If you really want to repay me, just sit with me for a bit. I could use the company."
"I can do that."
"What's your favorite song of theirs?" the man asks, his attention completely on me.
"Master of Puppets, of course." I grin, taking a sip from my drink.
"No way." The man's voice is full of excitement. "Me too. I play it on the guitar at least once a day."
"Really? That's awesome. I've always wanted to learn the guitar, I just never really got around to it." I admit.
In front of the man is a notebook full of words and little drawings. His nearly dull pencil lays messily on top of it.
I glance down at my phone. "Oh shit," I mutter. I look back up at the man. "I loved talking to you, but I really have to get back to work. I'm actually supposed to be back now. My boss is going to kill me." I hurry to gather up my stuff.
"Wait," the man stands up with me. "Could I get your number?"
My heart begins to pound. He's asking for my number?
This is the first guy I've run into that actually likes the same shit as me. He's funny, he's sweet, and an absolute gentleman.
What dream am I in and can I please stay here?
"Y-yeah!" I smile. "Here, I'll write it down for you." I pull out a pen from my pocket. I gently write my number on his left hand. "There… now I really have to go. Bye…?" I just realized I didn't learn his name.
"Eddie," he answers.
"Goodbye, Eddie."
"Goodbye, coffee girl," he teases.
I roll my eyes in amusement. "Ha ha." With that, I push past the glass door. I turn back to look in the window at the man I just saw. He finally pulls off his sunglasses, holding his phone up to his face. Face ID.
He turns slightly so he gets more light from the window, and I finally recognize the face.
He's the man who's been on so many magazines lately. His band is having a concert in one of the cities nearby in two days. The man who put Hawkins, Indiana on the map.
Eddie fucking Munson.
I don't have time to stand around. I continue walking back to my store. My pocket buzzes, and I pull out my phone, fully expecting a text from Steve asking where I am.
Instead, I'm met with a text from an unknown number.
