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Jasper the Bugbear

First story of the year and I'm giving ya'll a double decker one to set off the year right! This story feature intrigue, espionaige, fucking over the rich, and a cozy bookstore featuring a very handsome bugbear. Female Main Character: Male Monster (both cis)

The letter arrived first thing in the morning, delivered into my hands by someone who whisked away as quickly as they appeared. I had been hunkered down in this small town waiting on this for a while now.

“Geez,” I mumbled over the letter. “Who did they let write this thing?” I squinted over the paper, trying to decipher some of the illegible handwriting. I scoffed, pulling back and rubbing the bridge of my nose. I’d been restless waiting for this thing to come in. I had been placed here for a while now in an attempt to blend in. I posed myself in town, scouting things out, selling trinkets under the guise of charity. I was growing bored with it, not many of the people I had been charged with finding were the type to just go out into the market.

“Dear Caranina,” the letter started off.

“Not my name,” I grumbled. In a bit of spite, I took my own quill and scraped it out, writing ‘Carina’ over it.

“We know you have been waiting long to wehdhjfjfhshj from us. It has taken us quite a while to jshdjhkfjihf and ahdfhrjhuidhh in order to assure your mission runs smoothly.”

You scoffed under your breath. “Were they writing this letter under siege?”

“The festival coming up is the start. While the festival is important there is also a banquet the the aedkfehkjekhkdj family of the ajhdhfkjhdjkd holds every year. It is important that you Caranina-” I scratched that out again, “-must attend the jkfgkjjfeuedhus banquet. This may require you attaining a date from those on the guest list. We have provided to you a guest list, sent to us from another scout in the city.”

“Please let someone else have written that list,” Iyou muttered under myyour breath.

“We have provided it below for you.”

IYou leaned back in Myyour chair and rubbed the bridge of my nose up and down. I took in a deep breathbreat to quelel the frustration bubbling in my gut. “It’s fine. It’s fine, surely I can read one of them.”

“It is imperative you find your way into this party. We will contact you again soon with details of our target, most of which should already be known to you. Warmest regards hdfjjfdkhfeljirorhfdhjjd.”

“Great, I’ll have to tell hdfjjfdkhfeljirorhfdhjjd their hand writing sucks,” I mumbled under my breath.

Below was the supposed list of names, most, if not all of them, were illegible and wonky. I could only make out a few of them. I recognized one, a miracle in its own right. The fellow worked at a bookstore in town. Jasper Synclayr Humbeclaw, a bugbear, and a real smart guy type who seemed to have his fingers in a lot of pies and has done well for himself financially. His intellect could easily be mistaken due to his imposing figure. But I can’t help but think that is why the upper echelon like him so much. An oddity is one thing, an educated oddity is another.

I walked into his bookstore first thing that morning. It was dark outside still, the sun had risen but the clouds had not parted and were growing heavier and thicker by the moment. I could smell the rain that was to come, and I knew if it came, I could extend my visit with Jasper that much longer without it seeming odd.

“I thought I heard the bell.”

I looked up from the book in my hand to see Jasper standing there. Tall, imposing, and dressed very well. His fur was well groomed, his beard trimmed to give the illusion of an extra sharp jawline. Thick brows that gave an air of distinguished intelligence. He certainly looked the part of a bookstore keep.

“Good morning.” He set a thick stack of books down upon the counter. “Are you looking for anything in particular today?”

Just you, I thought to myself. “No, thank you.” I was at least sincere there. “I wanted to look around for a bit. I’ve always walked by the shop but I’ve never been inside.” I smiled politely, at least I didn’t have to fake much. The guild knew what it was doing, sending me in after all.

Jasper nodded, gently taking off his glass. “Yes, I’ve seen you around the last few weeks. You’ve been selling jewelry around town, haven'tahven’t you?”

“Prayer beads and religious charms,” I corrected with a bright smile. “Something to send back to the monastery.” A tiny lie. I was keeping the money.

He nodded, using a small cloth to wipe off his glasses. “What’s the monastery?”

I thought quickly. “Esmeraude Monastery. It’s far, far up north. Very snowy, very cold.” I wasn’t lying when I said it was going to Esmeraude, it’s my last name, and I did live up north as a child.

Jasper placed his glasses back on. “Sounds like a beautiful place,” he chuckled softly. “Well, don’t let me bother you. Books are meant to be perused, so enjoy yourself. Should you need any help, I’ll be around.” He picked up the stack of books and walked out behind the counter, disappearing behind a row of mahogany shelves.

Thunder rumbled outside and I smiled excitedly. The bigger the storm, the more likely I would have to linger inside. Not that I would mind, there were worse placesd to get trapped in than a bookstorebook store.

I wandered around to appear nonchalant at first. I looked through books, easing my way closer to where Jasper was working. I found him close to the back, taking books down from a shelf he was cleaning. Thunder growled low in the distance again, and Jasper turned his head slightly, spotting me.

“Sounds like a storm is coming,” he says.

“Such things do happen when one is busy,” I tutted. “I hope you don’t mind me getting caught here if it does.”

“Not at all. I would hate for a lovely lady such as yourself to get caught in that mess.” He wiped down the top of a book and sets it back upon the shelf.

I was a bit surprised by his comment. It made my cheeks flush ever so slightly. “Thank you.” I inched in even closer. “Would be a shame if the rain continued into the festival though.”

“True,” he sighed. “The people do look forward to it.” He turned a book over in his hands, inspecting the cover as if something was wrong. “Have you ever attended the festival here? It’s quite the event.” He set the book back upon the shelf after his thorough inspection.

“Afraid not. This is my first time here. I am excited to attend and see everything first hand for myself.” I reached for the exact same book as Jasper, causing our hands to collide. I notice how large his are, in comparison to mine. It shouldn’t have been surprising, after all, he stood head and shoulders over me. But his hands, to my surprise, were quite marvelous.

Jasper gently recoiled. “I beg your pardon, Miss.”

“No harm done.” I took the book, opening the pages. “Cara.”

His brow pinched.

“My name. You don’t need to call me Miss,” I chuckled.

He nodded, a slight smile appearing on his lips that curved up past his tusks. “Nice to meet you, Cara.” The way he said my name had a low, deep growl to it. My reaction of excited heartbeats surprised me.

I ducked back down into the book to hide my blush, but perhaps that would help me. “I heard someone say there was a banquet at the festival. I’m sure that's the highlight of the event.”

“Well, for some I’m sure,” he said hesitantly.

I looked up from my book. “What do you mean? Is the town full of horrible cooks?”

His smile returned, brighter and larger. He laughed and shook his head as for the first time he turned to fully face me. “There is a banquet, just for a select few I am afraid.”

“Which select?” I asked knowingly, offering him back the book in my clutches.

He took the book, his fingers brushing against mine again. “From tThe sound of your tone, I take it you can already tell.”

“The big wigs of the town have their own celebration away from the commoners?” I glanced back, seeing that rain hadhas begun splattering against the window.

“Would you want them to mingle?” Jasper said with a laugh.

A slight twinge of resentment came from that remark. Whether he was joking or trying to make some commentary, it came off wrong. “Are you suggesting the two should not? Because you are talking to the wrong person when it comes to such things.”

The hair on the back of his neck bristled, and the way his broad shoulders tensed I could tell I had struck a frightened nerve. “No I-”

“It’s a shame to me that there is such disparity as to create a sense of them and us,” I continued. “That money and class should separate people who are all the same when laid open. What good is wealth when there is suffering of your own kind? It is a shame. A sham really. A lie told to people to make them feel superior, when any number of the supposed wealthy are probably worse and more classless than the supposed brutes and commoners they’re trying to separate themselves from.”

His eyes are glassy, wide and surprised.

I huffed and shook my head. “If you let it, money will take your soul. I fully believe it!”

Jasper hung his head, looking disparaged. “I am sorry, Mis…Cara. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

“You live and work in a part of the town that’s profitable, that’s marked in high regard by these elites. I suppose you wouldn’t know what to mean.”

It was quietquite for a long moment and the storm came in, with howling winds and growling thunder to fill the silence.

“You’re right,” Jasper let out a breathy laugh. “It has been a long time since I looked beyond my own comfortable place. I should know better than to joke.”

I gave him a soft look. “At least you can recognize . Iit.” There was something about him, I’m not sure, but I do think I could like him.“I hope I didn’t frighten you too badly. You looked like a kitten being barked at.”

Jasper smiled. “Hard lessons are my favorite to learn. Sometimes a fellow needs to be reeducated, I should thank you for the fright.”

My heart leapt into a quicker pace, and a genuine grin grew. Oh no. Perhaps I already do like him. “Think nothing of it,” I laughed it off. “In my line of work, it’s a constant thought.”

“I’m sure.” He knelt to get something from the floor then stood back erect. “Do you have any of your wares with you? Perhaps I could sell some here in the shop. I’ll match whatever is sold so you can send double back to your monastery.”

“Oh uh-” Guilt hit me like a sack of bricks. “No. Uhm…it wouldn’t oh-” What do I say to this? Think Cara think!

“Or-” Jasper’s tone went distant and I saw in his golden eyes that he became lost in thought. “I know there is always some sort of argument over the charities my friends give to. They’re always trying to one up each other.”

I held my breath, surely he wasn’t going to suggest what I was thinking. “Friends?” My voice cracked.

Jasper’s glance twitched my way, and his usual expression returned. “Oh sorry. The banquet coming up, there’s always some form of competition about what charity they’re giving too.”

I frowned at him and he shrugged.

“I know. It’s ridiculous. But it’s something they sincerely try to one up each other on. Perhaps you could take advantage of that.”

It wouldn’t be the only thing I’d take advantage of that evening. But wait…what? Did he really suggest it?

“Come with me. I usually don’t have a date for these evenings, so it might be fun.”

I was gobsmackedgodsmacked. How did it turn out to be that easy? I thought I’d have to seduce him first! “You’re serious?” I gawked. “You’re inviting me, just like that?”

Jasper just smiled. “If it helps your monastery.”

My gut was frothing in confusion over how to feel about this. But, I succeeded, I would be going to banquet!

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Jasper turned back to the shelf, loading it up with books again. “Don’t think of it that way. You’ll be my guest. I’d be honored to have such a lady as you with me that evening. Besides, I call them friends, but I do find them all quite boring.”

I bit down on my lip. “What makes you think I’m not?”

Jasper chuckled and looked back over his shoulder at me. “I have a sense about these things, Ms. Cara.”

The blush rose up to my cheeks, tingling slightly from his expression alone. I can’t catch feelings for Jasper, not when this mission is against the people he associates with. Bad move, Cara, you know better!

Despite this, I decided it would be smart to gather knowledge from Jasper. After all, if I was going to this banquet, I wanted to know what I was up for. I could gather information about him, send back some of my findings in advance. There were a few of the banquet attendees we were after, so anything and everything was helpful.

I returned to Jasper’s bookstore the next day and the next under the guise of nervousness for the party. He seemed glad to see me each day, inviting me in, chatting with me, I even helped him dust shelves and tend to misplaced books. He shared tea with me, even invited me for dinner one evening.

“I feel I am taking advantage,” I told him. It was the truth. I was starting to grow a gnawing sense of guilt. But this was my mission after all, and it was my fault for growing attached to Jasper.

“Not at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend over that I enjoyed.” Jasper filled my tea cup then returned to the stove to deal with the food.

I chewed the inside of my cheek for a moment. “You don’t like any of these people you deal with, do you?” I finally asked. “The way you’ve spoken about them recently… I’m sorry if I’ve taken this all wrong, but you don’t sound very fond of them.”

Jasper sighed heavily. “There is some truth to what you say. Most of them I know would rather take me or leave me. Some I don’t have much respect for.” He covered a pot then came to sit back down at the table with me.

“Then why associate with them?”

Jasper scoffed. “You want to know the truth? To keep them coming to the shop so I can get their money.”

I smiled despite myself. “So you’re playing the long con?”

Jasper had been raisingrising his teacup to his lips but he set it back down. “Not a con, exactly. They are getting exactly what they pay for but-” He huffed and took off his glasses. “I know if I don’t associate with them, create some sort of fashion out of the experience, I wouldn’t make ends meet, let alone maintain the life I do have.”

“A grifter then,” I teased. Under the table I felt his foot tap against my leg in a playful kick. It was a move I was not expecting, nor was I prepared for the reaction it would give me.

“We do what we can to survive,” Jasper said in a low, whisper-like murmur. “And I do not wish to go back to my former method of survival.”

This shift in tone bristled the hairs on the back of my neck. “You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to ask for a follow up.” I gave him a soft smile to urge his story forward. “What was survival for you before the bookstore?”

Jasper glanced away, his eyes flickering towards the door to the next room. He stood and waved his hand for me to follow. “I’ll show you.” He took me into a parlor-like room with nice furniture and everything was a varying shade of deep green or gold. On the wall over the stone fireplace was a sword of grand size. The blade glinted gold in the light of the fire, and the handle was wrapped up, covered by thick woven bands.

Now, I am not a strong person at all, by far I’m the weakest of my group physically. The sword on the wall was daunting for me, but I could tell it would give most members of my guild some extreme effort to raise. This was the sword of no mere fighter. No, this sword belonged to another type of creature altogetherall together.

“Your words from when we first met reminded me of what I came from,” Jasper muttered. “I was ashamed to think about what I had turned into.”

I turned my attention to his stony expression. “Don’t say that. We all make changes in life.”

“Yes but, it is a fool who forgets where they come from, Cara.” His voice becomes a low, almost angry growl.

I reached out to him, taking hold of his hand and squeezed it extra hard. He turned to me, looking at me with glassy eyes. He rubbed his large hand over his face, sniffling and trying to regain himself.

“You obviously remember,” I said to coax him.

His hand squeezed mine back. “I am forgetting something at this moment, Cara.”

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head up to him in confusion.“Which is?”

“How to be a gentleman. I almost bent down and kissed you like the ruffian I once was,” he said with a laugh.

My stomach knotted up, not in a bad way, but one of expectancy. “You could ask me.” The words poured from me, I didn’t mean to be so blunt.

Jasper chuckled, smoothed his beard into a point again. “I shouldn’t.”

I shrugged. “Try me.”

Jasper turned to face me, placing his hands first upon my shoulders then moving one up along the side of my neck and onto my cheek. His palm was so big and warm, it was amazing as he touched me. I shivered a bit, excited and conscious of what this could lead to.

“Cara,” he said with a shaky breath, “I am going to kiss you now.”

“I dare you then,” I giggled.

Jasper began to lean down towards me and I was stunned. I close my eyes, accepting his kiss. His tusks were cool against my skin, his fur was soft. I reached for him, touching the sides of his neck then slowly moving my palms over his broad chest.

When he pulled back, both of us were a touch breathless. He moved in to kiss me again, but he gasped and pulled back. I looked up angrily, but he moved off swiftly to the kitchen. “Excuse me, Ms. Cara! But our meal.”

“Oh!” I followed after him. “Right! Dinner.” I laughed as I returned to my seat at the table. I was flustered, fidgeting with my robe as I tried to distract myself from the thoughts blooming in my head. This was bad. I wasn’t supposed to be falling for Jasper. —

It was the night of the banquet, and I was considering turning Jasper down. It didn’t feel right to go. I’d made a mistake by possibly falling for Jasper. Each time I kissed him, the guilt was unbearable. It almost came to a head a few days before the kisses began turning into something much more. His storage room was small, warm, and dimly lit. I’d been helping him find a certain stash of books and we’d gotten smashed together.

His body was close, quite literally on top of mine. He was a mountain of a man, but I felt so safe, so strangely turned on by the moment. The room grew hotter, our bodies were pressed so tightly together you couldn’t fit a page between us. Jasper was hard against my hip and I was growing wet.

Jasper growled low in my ear, sending ripples through my body. He kept rutting himself into me so I could feel the entirety of him. He was thick and I could only imagine what that thing would do to me. His hands pushed up my skirt, touching bare skin, groping my rear. He growled again against my neck as his fingers slipped between my thighs. I touched him, grabbing hold of the shaft and stroking slowly. His voice became more hungry, so desperate. I wanted that voice to come out louder, deeper. I undid his pants, taking that warm, thick cock into my palm.

“Cara,” he snarled.

I nodded, breathing hard as I took both hands to hold him. “Like that?”

He grunted, pushing me into the wall as my fingers wrapped tightly around him, pleasuring him so deeply he began to shiver.

“Big thing like you could devour me, couldn't you? Those teeth…those hands…could rip me apart-” I whimpered.

“Cara-” he moaned again.

“I want you to,” I moaned, leaning up close to his face. I saw his eyes and I suddenly went still, my body was wracked with guilt. But the bell rang at the same moment, so Jasper mistook it for another kind of fear, and we left there.

I paced back and forth in my place, thinking about what I should do. If Jasper found out what I was up to could he forgive me? Would he understand? Or worse, would he hate me?

There was a knock on my door and all blood drained from my face. I approached the door, peering through a crack to try and see who was outside.

“It’s me, Cara,” Jasper announced with joy in his voice.

My mouth flopped open. “I was meeting you!” I fussed.

“I know, but I have a surprise for you.”

My guts churned. No, no, no, not a surprise you big fool! I slowly cracked open the door, peering up at him. “I’m uh…I’m not exactly ready yet, Jasper.”

Jasper had a smile that stretched past his tusks. “That’s fine. I have something for that anyways.”

I let him, silently stepping aside as he came into my room. His eyes darted around before looking back at me, his huge grin not fading. “You’re not nervous about tonight, are you?” He asked.

“A little,” I played into it.

He came to me as I closed the door, taking hold of my hand. “I’ve got you. There’s nothing to worry about. Besides, if I know anything about you Cara, it’s that you could run circles around them effortlessly.”

I smiled weakly and rubbed at my arm. “Thanks, Jasper.”

He squeezed my hand then reached into the pocket of his waistcoat. I was so nervous I hadn’t noticed how sharpley he was dressed. His fur was combed, his beard trimmed, he wore that mix of green and gold that looked so good on him. He was so handsome.

“I got you a present.” He offereda small box to me. “Something special to wear tonight.”

Why did he do this? Why did I have to hurt so badly from a small box? I took it into my hand, opening it up to see the drop earrings inside.

“They’re made from moonstone. I saw them in a shop and they made me think of you.” The moonstones were shaped like water drops, topped with silver and a single red gem in the center. They were beautiful, I loved them instantly.

“You didn’t need to do that,” I murmured.

Jasper came forward, taking one of the earrings in one hand then holding my head with the other. “I know. But the moment I saw them, I wanted to see you wearing them.”

Those words mingled with his touch made me sigh out of pleasure. He slipped the hook into my ear then stepped back and repeated it with the other ear. Jasper took a step back to look, and I saw on his face the same expression from the storage room.

“How do they look?” I murmured.

He nodded, keeping his mouth shut.

“Jasper-” my voice caught in my throat as I walked towards him. I placed my hands upon his chest. He kissed me, sweeping me off my feet. I didn’t fight it. Perhaps if we carried on we would miss the banquet and he would never find out why I was here, why I was with him.

I clung to him, leading him to believe in my desperation. I wanted him to kiss me longer, deeper, I needed him to grow just like that day in the storage room. He pulled away though and gently set me down upon the ground.

“I should let you finish getting ready,” he cleared his throat.

My mouth flopped open and closed. I then shut it tight and nodded. “Yeah. I should-” An idea struck me and I took a few steps back. “I need to change mostly.” I undid my clothing, letting it slip off my shoulders then down around my ankles. His eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared.

I smirked with some smugness as I saw the fire behind his glasses. I touched the earrings then dragged my fingers tip down my body in a slow agonizing way. His eyes lingered the entire time.

He finally jerked, looking away and putting on his airs. “Cara! What are you doing? The banquet!”

“They prefer if you’re fashionably late, don’t they?” I walked towards him, feeling less guilty if I tricked him this way. I slid my hand up his leg, rubbing my palm to his groin. “Please, Jasper?” I whispered.

He growled low, and that sound sent wicked little shivers through my body. I continued to touch him, grinding my palm into him as he began to stiffen. His strong hands gripped onto my bare shoulders and I took off his pants. I felt bad they would get wrinkled, but I needed this now. I could throw myself into passion, to desire, and forget how I’ve used him. I could tell him the truth later, once we missed the banquet and my job was ruined.

I grabbed hold of his cock, leading him over to the bed. I pushed him down upon it and crawled on top of him. He looked so beautiful all made up, and I was going to ruin that too.

“Cara, where did this come from?” Jasper gasped.

I smirked down upon him, rubbing myself against him. “From the moment I saw you.” I gasped breathlessly. “And that other day in the storage room. I’ve not stopped aching for you.”

Jasper grabbed hold of my hips, grinding his teeth the more he felt me. His deep moans echoed through my brain, driving me forward to keep going. It was working, I just hoped I could keep him entertained long enough. I looked down, taking hold of the base of his shaft. I caught his eyes, making him watch as I rubbed his tip against me. He was so thick, could I really take him?

“Easy,” he grunted.

“I’ll do as I please.” I began to lower myself down onto him. I lost my breath for a moment, then I let out a pleasurable cry. Jasper was moaning, wriggling slightly the more I took.

He was deep inside me, and I forgot everything except every touch of him upon me. His great big hands began roaming up my body, his large form was held tight underneath me, and inside me, oh by the gods, he was so deep inside me.

“I’m dizzy, Cara,” he snarled.

“Not too sensitive are you?” I said with a smirk. I circled my hips, taking him and grinding him inside me. I wanted to tease him, but it was backfiring! I’m sure I was feeling it more than he was.

“Not that…just…so long,” he grunted between breaths.

“Then maybe I should have started off with something easier,” I panted. “Maybe I should-” I started to pull away from him, knowing I had to waste my time wisely.

Jasper grabbed a hold of me and I was stunned for a moment by the force. He pushed me down on my stomach, anchoring his large body over top of me. He slid his cock between my cheeks and held his hands upon my wrist.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled with a dark tone.

“Listen to yourself,” I panted. “You almost scared me.”

His cock slipped between my thighs, rutting against me again. “You can’t just give me the sweetest treat in the world and pull it away. Let me savor it a bit longer.”

“I wasn’t.” I lost my voice and all my breath as he pushed back inside me. My smile became goofy upon my lips and I had to moan into the bed.

“Yes.” He released one of my hands in order to grab my hair. “Just give me a few moments. Oh Car-” his voice cracked. “I need to feel you.”

That was fine by me. He could have done anything to me right then and I would have been okay. It had been quite a while for me, and I wanted Jasper all this time. I trembled, squeezing tight around his shaft as he made small, gentle pushes.

“Oh fuck,” his deep voice rattled in my brain. “We’ll be so late. But you’ll be too full to eat anything at the banquet.” His other hand freed my wrist and he rose up taller behind me.

Oh my god! Why did that sound so hot?

He pushed in deeper, pulling out while his hand clapped down hard upon my ass. I cried out against the bed, it was too much, too good. He spanked me again as he pushed back inside and I laughed in a crazy tone.

He smoothed his soft palms over my cheeks, pushing them together then squeezing them. He pulled out again and rolled me over, laying me so I had to look up at him. His eyes glazed over upon seeing me, his mouth hung open slightly as drool collected around the base of his tusk.

I propped myself up on my elbows and the earrings dangled against my neck. “Jasper, I have something I need to tell you.”

He spread my thighs wide open. “I do as well.” He laid his cock against my belly, rubbing himself there.

“I…I can’t go to the banquet.”

Jasper licked his tusk. “I know. Not like this anyways.” He eased himself back inside me and I whined quite loudly.

“No…not like-” My eyes began to roll to the back of my head. “You don’t…oh!”

He pushed my head down into the bed, turning it so my ear was facing up towards him. He licked around the edge, snarling so close to me it was like my skin would vibrate off my bones.

“I need you now. I can’t stop. But I need to go to this banquet.” He bit my neck then my shoulder.

“I do too, but I-” I shivered again and my mind went blank.

“I’m an informant,” he whispered before delivering a mighty blow that rocked me, knocking around any thought I had and squashing it. My body was inflamed, tingling and crackling all over. I lost my breath, my vision for a moment.

Jasper pulled away, leaving me heaving heavily as he went to pour himself some water. He stood by the window, his back turned to me as I rose from the bed.

“Jasper-”

“These people, I need them Cara. Not in the way you think.”

I was afraid to stand up, I’m not even sure how he was. Wait…he didn’t finish! I brushed my hair out of my face. “Who are you an informant for?”

“I’ve never met them, just the fellow I meet with. But back before, back when I had nothing, they gave me the footing to start my business and live the life I wanted. I just had to pay them back. I was afraid of telling you. You work so hard…you’re such a-”

“Stop,” I snapped. I managed to stand and walk to the desk, taking out the letters I had been given about my mission. I looked them over then back at him. “I think I know who it is.”

Jasper’s thick brow furrowed when he saw the handwriting on the letters. “How do you know when you can’t even read the handwriting?”

I dropped the letters back onto the desktop and the two of us looked at one another for a long while.

“You were using me?” He asked quietly.

“At first,” I murmured. “But I couldn’t-” I shook my head and looked away. “I was trying to miss the whole evening by…by fucking you. Which I wanted to do regardless, mind you!” I looked into his eyes, seeing a smile he was trying to hide.

Jasper unbuttoned his waistcoat and took it off with his shirt. He stood naked there at the window, and I was breathless again. “Why did you?”

I couldn’t tell if he was mad. “Because I-” I took a step closer to him. “Because I care. A lot actually.”

Jasper took hold of me and set me upon the windowsill. “We’re working together now,” he whispered, gently pushing aside my hair and burying his face into my neck. “Informant and spy.” he eased himself back inside me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The glass was cold against my back, but I could barely tell it was there. I still wasn’t sure if he was angry, but his body and mine melted together and I could sense he was nothing if not elated. I grasped onto him, letting him do as he wished to come. I wanted him to. I needed him too.

At the banquet I was a bit delirious. I gazed off into the distance, but Jasper snapped me back into attention.

“Remember why you’re here,” he whispered.

“Right, donations.” I drank a dark red punch filled with berries and nectar. “I’m still trying to process this.”

He smirked. “What, our lovemaking?”

I hissed at him then looked over the crowd. “No. That’s your the-” I held my breath as some people walked by us. “The you-know-what.”

“You still have to apologize for trying to use me,” he said with a smarmy tone. “But I’ll forgive you.”

I pouted up at him, setting my glass down as a group gathered around us. Jasper was listening, taking in everything while I put on the show and did the work. I managed to make quite a bit of coin off these fools as they tried to one up themselves.

“You should come to my home, I can donate a lot of old knick knacks around the house my wife keeps collecting,” one man blurted out without much thought.

To my chagrin, it was one of the men I needed to get close to. I reached back, taking hold of Jasper’s hand. “I would be honored, sir!”

I got more invites after that, others who continued to try and show off to each other rather than try to perform a good act. As they dissipated when the music began, I took Jasper’s hand and kissed each soft pad on his palm.

Jasper took the bite of food he was eating and set it aside. “What was that for?” He chuckled.

“A small start to our victory.” My expression melted as I looked up at him. “If you still wish to work with me, that is.”

He took my hand as well, kissing it in return. “Partners from here on out. Like it was all meant to be.”

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Pom-Poms and Pseudodragons | Eddie Munson x Reader (Part One)

Summary: As a cheerleader, you had always thought your life to be plain in your cookie-cutter house and with perfect grades. You did everything expected and no one ever had to worry about you because you were perfect. But, an itch had to be scratched and you finally decide to give in, asking Eddie "The Freak" Munson to teach you how to play Dungeons and Dragons. The only problem is that your nerves finally get to you and he doesn't exactly understand why you want to meet out in the woods behind the football field.

T/W: References to drugs, specifically weed. No spoilers for Season 4. Reader is gender neutral but Eddie calls them “princess.”

A/N: Coming out of my cave to entertain my Eddie Munson fantasy. Crossposted on AO3!

Part Two | Masterlist

It was simple. You wanted to play D&D, the game that the media had labeled as Satanic worship. As a cheerleader, the stereotype was that you were dumb, but you had enough comprehension to understand that a game played by children and teenagers where you fought demons was not perpetuating unhealthy behavior. An unhealthy obsession, perhaps, but it seemed fun. So, you wanted to try. Of course, there were video games, television, and movies, but D&D seemed different. And the closeted theater kid inside you wanted to give it a go.

The only issue was that Eddie Munson is the only person you know of that plays. At least publicly. Every Friday he would meet with his club, Hellfire, and they would play for at least two hours. Sometimes after games, you would watch them walk out of the building across from the field, going through varying stages of grief through triumph. On game days that weren’t on Fridays, you could hear Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson talk about fighting off a pack of bugbears or rescuing the elven princess from a demonic cult. It sounded fun, and you wanted an excuse to pretend not to be stuck in the butt fuck middle of nowhere Indiana.

But, being seen talking to Eddie would be nothing less than social suicide and he wasn’t even guaranteed to agree to help you so if he laughed at you with your green and white uniform, you’d be left alone. No friends and no coping mechanism. So, you watched from afar, pretending to listen to Chrissy go on about her trying out for Indiana State’s cheer team. Across the room, Eddie sat with his group of misfit boys, picking at his food with his black lunchbox clutched close. He was talking animatedly about something, you couldn’t pick out the details. The two younger boys seemed enthralled by his monologuing, though, hanging on every word. You kept running through how to ask him, where to ask him, and even what to ask him. You couldn’t walk up and just ask to join Hellfire, they were incredibly exclusive–just like the cheerleaders. So, you had to ask him privately. Just asking him to join you somewhere privately was extremely presumptuous.

“Hey, are you listening?” a hand waves in front of your face as you jump, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Sorry, what?” you ask turning back to look at your friend and her stupid blond boyfriend.

“Is Munson up to something again? Fucking creep,” Jason comments and you shake your head, turning back to listen to Chrissy.

“No, sorry, just zoned out. How did the tryout go?” you ask her and she continues to describe the harrowing process of getting up there with a million other girls that looked exactly like her. Smiling and nodding, the internal monologue planning out your conversation with Eddie could wait.

It was by sheer dumb luck that you even encountered him. There was a mob of Freshmen walking your way, stuck together as if they had no idea how to walk through crowds. Moving to the side, you huff, glaring at them when you walk face-first into a firm chest.

“Oh, sorry,” you mutter, glancing up at the poor person you just shoulder-checked on accident. As you look up, your eyes meet sparking brown ones.

“Don’t worry about it princess,” he states, smiling at you slightly to the point where you see his dimples peek through. You didn’t even know he had dimples.

Eddie moves out of your way quickly to follow the flow of the crowd when you grab onto his leather jacket, the material crunching under your grip. This was your chance, you’d never have the balls to approach him after this. As he looks back, frowning at you holding onto his jacket. You grasp at the words you pre-programmed in your head as they suddenly flutter away, leaving you in an instant. What was the game? You knew what you were asking, but what was it called?

“I was wondering,” you start, trying to word the phrase carefully so as to not appear overly enthusiastic. “I heard you have… that you know—how to do that thing.”

Words stumble out of your mouth clumsily and you hope he understands, or at least that he knows you want to talk privately. He stares blankly at you and the looming fear of rejection kicks in before you let him make a decision.

“I’m sorry—I’ll leave you alone,” you mutter, turning to walk away but Eddie speaks up before you can go.

“Meet me in the forest behind the football field after school. There’s a picnic table–you’ll recognize it when you find it,” before you can turn back and ask him what he means, the crowd thickens and you lose him in the hustle and bustle. Perhaps that was where his club met, or he just wanted to teach you how to play privately. Whatever it was, it was the easiest way to talk to Eddie, in whatever capacity he deemed necessary.

The rest of the day is spent impatiently waiting for the end of the day. You bounce your leg during English, staring out the window to the field, making up scenarios about how it could go. You expected him to laugh at you, but you could deal with a bit of humiliation. Being a cheerleader was training enough for such situations, the others were such bitches sometimes.

But the end of the day came quick enough. The grass crunched underneath your shoes, a welcome sound to drown out the deafening silence. Warm sunlight shines upon your skin, bringing some feeling back into your extremities. Your fingers were freezing from the nerves, so it was comforting to have a sort of warmth.

Passing the treeline, you find the picnic table in the small clearing, taking a seat on one of the benches. The forest was quiet, with the occasional sound of a small animal in the background. No one really ventured into these woods after the Byers kid went missing and then was found again, so it was understandable that Eddie wanted to talk here. The place where people would be least likely to find you. A crunch of the leaves brings you back to the trees where you spot Eddie, standing out in his dark clothing against the vibrant green of the evergreens.

“Hey there, brought the stuff,” he winks, holding up his black lunch box as he sits at the table. Brought what? Brought his dice? That was a thing they needed for D&D, right?

“Oh, good,” you try to manage a smile, wrapping your arms around yourself to prevent your body from shivering. The look on his face as he pulls off his jacket makes you think you did a worse job of hiding your anxiety than you realize.

“We don’t have to do this,” he places a hand on his box–he looks about ready to walk away when you shake your head eagerly.

“No, I really want to learn. Please,” you add, hoping that the desperation bleeds through.

“Alrighty. Well, there’s nothing huge to it. Taking a hit may seem daunting, but you just have to breathe in as deeply as possible,” he opens his box and pulls out a bag full of what you quickly realize to be weed. Your breath catches in your throat as he holds it out to you.

“I’ll do you a half-ounce of Indica for, uh, twenty–what do you say?” you stare like a deer in headlights, your eyes wide in disbelief. It’s not that you cared he sold drugs, to each their own, it’s that you walked into the forest expecting to learn how to play D&D but got a drug dealer instead.

“Should be enough to last you a while–like four joints if you’re frugal with it,” he smiles, holding out the Ziploc bag. Your mind is broken, only tv static playing as you try and put together the pieces so that maybe at the end of it, you can repair all the damage that you’ve done.

He looks back at you, trying to gauge your reaction. You blink a couple of times as he throws the bag back into the box, shutting it.

“Look, if you came out here on a dare for your cheerleader friends, we can just walk away. You look freaked out as it is,” he places a hand over his mouth, begging you to say something, anything to break the silence.

“I didn’t come because of them,” you start, urging the words to come out of your mouth.

“Then are you looking at me because it’s your first time? You don’t have to be scared, it’s not rocket science or anything. I promise it’s simpler than it looks,” you didn’t expect as much kindness as he offered, it was a bit endearing to hear how eager he was to teach you how to roll a joint. “I can even show you, but–shit–I didn’t bring a grinder. I swear to god, I always pack one in my box.”

“I didn’t come for the drugs,” you continue, watching the color drain from his face.

“You didn’t—shit, shit, shit“ he instantly drops the bag into his lunch box, slamming it shut and grabbing it off the table. “Forget you saw anything, really. It was nice talking to you.”

Eddie stands and begins walking off, through the woods, but you quickly get up from the wooden table and chase after him, your bag bouncing up and down against your back as you run toward him.

“Wait! I won’t tell anyone I promise! I came for D&D!” you urge, slamming into his back as he stops in his tracks.

“I’m sorry,” he turns back slowly, his brows furrowed. “I must be hallucinating, what did you just say?”

“I want to learn how to play D&D. You run that club–Hellfire–right?” you ask timidly, gripping onto the straps of your backpack tightly as a sort of lifeline.

“You, a prissy, little, pom-pom wielding cheerleader, want to learn how to play Advanced Dungeons and Dragons written by the father of role-playing games himself, Gary Gygax? That D&D?” he asks.

“I think so–the one where you fight the bugbears?” he nods. “Then yes. That one.”

Your voice is small as you talk, but he hangs on every single word. It must be silly, seeing you desperate to learn how to play a children’s game right after he just tried to sell you drugs, but at least the words came out this time.

“Are you sure I didn’t just crack my head open, because frankly, I’ve had trips less weird than this,” he asks and you shake your head.

“Is it that hard to believe that I want to learn how to play?” you pull on your backpack straps nervously, the weight of them suddenly becoming too much as reality begins to sink in.

“Could the eagles fly to Mordor–of course, it’s hard to believe because it’s a possibility but the understanding is that it could never happen. Not in a million years, or a trillion, but here I am,” he sighs and rubs his forehead, trying to make sense of it. “Well, alright, you want to learn how to play. But, why?”

“Because it seemed fun?” you shrug as you speak, fiddling your fingers to get rid of the nerves, “I always heard Mike and Dustin talk about it behind me at the basketball games when they should have been cheering on Lucas. I don’t know–running around in a world where you could do anything–where you could be anything sounds like fun to me. I want to be more than a straight-A student that’s a part of cheer and waves around a green pom-pom while shaking my ass in front of the entire school. Is it that hard to understand?”

There’s a silence as your words hang in the air, the forest bearing witness to the weirdest conversation that you’ve ever had. Eddie’s arms swing slightly as the tension bleeds from his body, his black lunch box rocking with illicit substances.

“Well, when you put it like that, then I guess it sounds pretty alright to me,” he nods as the two of you stand in silence for a moment.

“I won’t throw you into the hellfire, not just yet–the boys would eat you up, and then you’d never want to be around us again,” he grins as a nervous laugh bubbles up out of your chest.

“We could meet up after cheer practice, it’s not a Friday so you don’t have club right?” you ask and his eyes sparkle as he tilts his head.

“You remembered,” he turns and begins to walk toward the field, your feet moving alongside his as the two of you emerge from the treeline.

“We can’t go to my place, though, my parents would freak,” you tell him and watch his face drop a little. “Not that I care about their opinion! I just don’t want you to get yelled at, you’re already much nicer than most of the cheer team.”

“No offense taken, sweetheart. We can go back to mine, it’s usually empty,” you nod and smile up at him, a hop in your step. “Although I have to say, you must be brave going straight into Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s trailer.”

“It’s nothing compared to the disgusting parties Jason hosts at that stupid abandoned building. I’m sure the worst thing I might find at your place is mildew–I once stepped in vomit at a party and had to throw away my favorite cheer shoes. I’ll never forgive him for that.”

“Well then, I’ll see you at five.”

The hours passed surprisingly quickly once the first big hurdle was taken care of. You went through cheer practice easily, the dancing and tumbling were muscle memory and you felt more than prepared for the next pep rally. But as the sun began to set and you changed into more reasonable clothing, you met Eddie outside where his van was parked.

As you walked up, he continued to look past you until he realized that you were coming to talk to him.

“Oh! It’s you–you look so different without the skirt and slicked back hair,” he waves his arms around, gesturing toward your outfit. Most people walked around in their cheer uniforms, and it was required for most days when there were big events, but it was more comfortable to change out of it. You didn’t want to be sporting your Hawkins High School pride all the time.

“Is it weird to see me in anything other than green and white? I know the dark clothing must look off-putting for someone expected to be so bubbly and out there,” you look down at your pants and band t-shirt, it wasn’t that odd, right?

“It’s not bad–just different!” he offers and smiles nervously. “Well, your chariot awaits, my liege.”

You shake your head and laugh as he bows to you, climbing into the passenger seat. The van definitely smelt of weed and smoke, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you expected. There were a few cans littering the floor and clothes strewn about, but it was decent for a teenage boy. Once Eddie turns on the car, instantly Metallica blares over his loudspeakers, shaking the car with how much the bass is turned up.

“Sorry, installed a subwoofer in here a while back to really feel the music, but it can get pretty intense for people who don’t expect it,” he smiles apologetically, turning the volume nob quickly to the left to shut off the sound.

“No, you’re fine! It’s kind of nice hearing the music out loud and not just through my headphones. I can rarely play it aloud, my parents hate my music and it’s not like cheerleaders listen to metal,” you shrug and lean over, turning the volume back up again.

Eddie blinks as you look over and he stares in awe for a moment as you bang your head a little to the music. Your hair falls into your face as you laugh, frowning curiously.

“What?”

“You are full of surprises, today, princess,” he turns the key in the ignition, the van coming to life as the two of you pull out of the parking space and make your way down the road incredibly fast. In most instances, this would be terrifying. Being in a car with almost a complete stranger listening to the devil’s music and shooting down the road at illegal speeds. But, there was something familiar and comforting in the way that the light hit just right with the sun setting and how Eddie’s hair blew around in the wind as he blasted music with the windows down.

Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie slows down in front of one of the first trailers, parking the car in the make-shift driveway. You hop out, looking over at the small trailer. It wasn’t much and it definitely didn’t compare to your large house out in the suburbs but it was small and homey and much more lived-in than the pristine, perfectly cut grass of your cookie-cutter house.

“This is, uh, my castle,” he smiles tightly and gestures awkwardly, as you smile brightly, looking over at the small porch with a little green couch. How many days must he have spent enjoying sunset whilst smoking a cigarette to relax after a long day?

“It’s nice, it’s so much quieter out here,” you sigh and take a deep breath of the fresh forest air. Walking up the steps, Eddie holds open the door as you walk in, taking a look around. He grimaces and quickly moves into action, picking up the used mugs and old food wrappers, and dropping them into the sink and trash respectively. You don’t really notice it, though, as you run your hands along the walls, taking in the little pieces of personality. The hats hanging on the wall, the mismatched mugs hanging on the wooden fixture. It was nice seeing life in a little house, as embarrassed as Eddie may be.

“Sorry about the mess, the maid took the week off,” he smiles tightly lipped as you look around. “Why don’t we head back to my room? I have all my stuff there.”

“Now that you know I don’t want drugs, I definitely see how everything I said could have seemed like it because that definitely sounded like you are insinuating something,” you laugh, following him back to his room. “Do you live here alone?”

“Nah, my uncle works down at the plant most nights so he’s probably left already for his shift. Why? You afraid of being alone with me?” he cocks an eyebrow at you as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not daft, I don’t believe anything anyone has to say about you.”

Stepping into Eddie’s room, you look around at the various band posters, most notably the paper poster with a band called ‘Corroded Coffin.’

“That sounds cool, is it some underground metal band that’s up and coming?” you ask and point toward the poster. Looking over, you see a sort of flush on his cheeks as he clears his throat.

“It’s my band,” he smiles and awkwardly looks away, muttering something to himself as he kisses his fingers and strums the electric guitar.

“Oh! And the Slayer flag’s really cool too–did you go to a concert?”

“I’m sorry,” he sits on his bed, bouncing slightly because of the springs. “You know who Slasher is?”

“Of course I do, I told you–I listen to metal,” you insist, looking around but not touching even though you wanted to dig your fingers into his cassette tape collection. It looked incredible.

“Am I on drugs right now? Did I crash my car and now I’m in heaven? This has to be a joke. Did your cheerleader friends put you up to this because I’m having a really hard time believing that a cheerleader listens to metal music and wanted to come over to my house to learn how to play D&D. Am I hearing you correctly?” he stares at you incredulously from the bed, his face in his hands. He peeks out from between his fingers as you smile brightly.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but I wouldn’t have gotten into the van with you if you weren’t sober. And, I’m not sure your idea of heaven includes me because I’m just another cheerleader–so that’s a no for drugs and a no for heaven,” you shrug and he flops back onto the bed, staring up at the mildewy ceiling. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, I can just leave.”

“No!” he sits up quickly. “Don’t leave, you’re perfect–I mean, I’m just trying to catch up with reality. But we can get started.”

Eddie grabs a small velvet bag and a stack of books, pulling them onto the bed with him. You leaf through the pages, opening up to the library card stuck to the inside of the front cover.

“You were supposed to return this a couple of months ago,” you tell him and he shrugs.

“No one wants it anyway,” you huff out a small laugh as he begins to explain the rules. “So, Advanced D&D, or Dungeons and Dragons, if the first game of its kind really. It all boils down to one single die–a d20, or a twenty-sided die.”

You truly could listen to Eddie speak all day, hanging onto his every word. And he’s never demeaning in the way that he answers your questions when you ask him what an ability score is or how you get anything done when you have literal free reign over whatever you want to do. There are rules of course, but they’re more like guidelines.

“So, okay, how do you cast spells?” you ask, reading over the description for a magic user, specifically a druid. It seemed like a good class, but you weren’t exactly sure how the system worked. Looking over at Eddie, you crane your neck to see him tossing a small ball up and down.

“It’s based on your intelligence–you know, one of the ability scores that I told you about–so the higher your intelligence, the better off you are and you have more spells,” he plops down on the bed beside you, making you bounce a little as it settles. “And then the spells you have are cast at specific times and have specific requirements. For example, Magic Missile always beats a Fireball.”

He leafs through the books and finds the page, pointing to the section. His chunky rings glitter in the low lighting as you read eagerly, questioning how all this information is stored inside his head.

“How do you remember all of this?” you ask, staring at him leafing through the papers nonchalantly. It’s nothing to him, all three hundred pages of it. The information comes easy, and you wished that something came to you as easily as this did to him.

“Hm, after years of playing and writing, I guess it just comes naturally. And besides, there’s a reason my hair is so big–it stores all my intelligence,” you scoff and nudge him.

“I’m serious, you’re pretty smart! It’s kind of incredible,” you smile as he smiles back at you shyly. It’s just the two of you staring at each other and you can’t help but take a moment to get lost in the mischievous sparkle of his brown eyes. He’s so close that he smells of cigarette smoke, weed, and Old Spice, but it’s a welcome blend. Your noses almost touch before you clear your throat and turn back to the book, a warm flush crawling up your neck onto your cheeks.

“Okay so, I was thinking half-elven cleric.”

After a couple of hours, you have a character drafted up. Cel Evenstar, after your favorite character from Lord of the Rings because of course you’ve read it, you weren’t uneducated and it stands to be one of the greatest pieces of fantasy literature to have ever existed.

“Now, you just have to find someone to play with,” he proposes, closing all the books and packing away the dice. “Lucky for you, I just so happen to know the guy who runs Hellfire Club.”

“Already? Don’t you think they’d freak out about how newbies aren’t allowed to play or that I’m not prepared enough? I mean they probably have years ahead of me,” you clutch the folder that Eddie lent to you close to your chest, full of papers and notes you took over the last couple of hours.

“If they have anything to say, they’ll be going through me,” he winks, a smile growing on your face as you check the clock.

“Drive me home?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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