When you've already read all the good fanfics
Can you do the Cullen's with a short human mate 🍋❤️
Small!Human HC’s 🍋
Warnings: size kink stuff, mentions of tummy bulges
I’m gonna start this off by saying that every single Cullen loves it. They may have different reasons, but they all love a short partner.
That being said, I think Carlisle would enjoy how short you are because he can lay kisses on the top of your little head. He also constantly has his hand on your back while you’re walking together.
His favorite position to take you in is with you on top. He likes watching your little frame ride him while he sits against the headboard so he can look you in the eye at the same time.
He thinks it’s so cute how small your hands are. He’ll hold them and admire the difference between yours and his while he bucks into you from below.
It makes her baby you in the best of ways. She’ll buy you anything you want because she just thinks you’re so darn cute.
Is always asking if you’re okay with what she’s doing to you. You could get a little too loud when she’s going down on you and she’ll stop and make sure you’re okay.
She’s so careful when she fingers you. She puts her hand in a bowl of warm water before she does anything so the temperature difference isn’t too much.
She just wants to have sweet lazy sex with her tiny-ass mate
When he first does stuff with you, he immediately develops a huge oral fixation. He loves how you have to sit up on your knees just to suck him off, how your warm little lips wrap so nicely around his member.
This applies to giving oral too. His cold tongue gliding along as you shiver underneath him, hands tangled in his hair. Just thinking about it gets him rock hard.
He would love for you to sit on his face but he’s too embarrassed to ask for it.
Feeds into his possessiveness and protectiveness. You being small means you’re more likely to get hurt (at least in his eyes), so he keeps an eye out for you at all times.
You’re his tiny mate and nobody’s gonna take that away from him. Flirt with someone else and you’re in for the night of a lifetime.
He’s also fond of oral. Specifically face-fucking. He lays you on the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and admires the bulge he makes in your throat when he thrusts in.
He may lose some control sometimes, but the moment he senses you’re in pain, he stops. It also kind of plays into his edging kink, because when you tap his thigh to ask for air, it kind of ruins his orgasm in a delicious way.
He’s rather large, and is possibly the one who likes tiny partners the most. He thinks the size difference is so fucking hot.
Favorite position is probably doggy like I mentioned in another post. He sets you on your hands and knees and goes to town, holding one of his hands on your hip and the other wrapped around to feel the bulge in your tummy.
Probably into overstim, thinks it’s cute to see his mate squirm and beg like that. He’d never hurt you, but the thought of going until your little body can’t take it anymore is very pleasant.
She’s also very short so she sees it as a sign that you were meant to be together
The first time you fuck, she admits that she’s already seen all the kinks you like in her visions (which is kind of creepy but hey, it feels hella good)
She’s very into lingerie, on you and on herself. It’s goes along with her fashionista nature, she loves finding what colors and styles look best on you.
She would probably want to film it at least once. Just a handmade porno as a keepsake of when you were human. She thinks it’s so cute how tiny you both are.
I’m not sure how tall she is, but let’s just say it’s taller than you.
She’s kind of torn. She loves how small you are because it feeds into her dom-side, but she can’t help but worry about other people taking advantage of it.
She breaks out the strap-on for special occasions. Despite how rare that can be, she’s got fucking game and I will not accept any other headcanon.
You can fuck her or she can fuck you, but either way, she prefers to be on top. She can’t get enough of your little body underneath her.
She’ll kiss your cheek and tell you what a good sub you make. Praise kink all the way, she wants you to feel special (and wouldn’t mind it if you praise her back)
Poly Emmett+ Rosalie+ fem reader or poly Alice+ Jasper fem reader nsfw headcannon please 🤍 Also happy Valentine's day love 💕
anon ur mind 🗣️🗣️🗣️ i decided to do both bc i have no self-control when it comes to horny thoughts abt vampires and i have many ideas i want to share !!!
fem!reader, smut/fluff, 3-person sex, oral mentions, dirty talk, mentions of being both human/vampire!
rosalie and emmett are very dedicated and somewhat domineering lovers. rosalie calls most of the shots whereas emmett tends to get lost in the pleasure and passion of the situation, leading to him doing whatever feels right in the moment. put these two together and prepare to melt from how flustered they’ll get you. their forms of teasing differ but impact you all the same, leaving your skin warm and your thighs clenched.
“look at her,” rosalie hums, tracing a perfectly manicured nail down the side of your leg. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen her this needy, have you?” she completely ignores the expression of embarrassment that crosses your face, waiting on her other lover for a response.
“begging for it,” emmett agrees, with a grin.
+ rosalie loves riding faces and will take the opportunity every time, squeezing emmett’s or your cheeks between her thighs. she also enjoys telling emmett exactly how to touch you and instructing the two of you for her own pleasure. emmett’s favorite time is whenever you both tease and play with him (or each other) and spoil him rotten. if you’re still human, expect unending gentleness. if you’re a vampire, especially newly-turned, prepare to not leave the bed for a week. lastly, get used to the nicknames “honey” and “baby” since they’re all you’ll be hearing ♡
fem!reader, smut/fluff, 3-person sex, fingering mentions, dirty talk, jasper’s sensory powers!
alice and jasper have two different modes when it comes to sex: playful and the physical representation of a mindfuck. when they’re playful, expect lots of giggles from alice and flustered smiles from jasper, who is always left a little light-headed from the outpour of emotions that fill the room. there are lots of kisses, breathy moans, and teasing on days like these. but when they’re in a mindfuck mood, prepare for your soul (if you still have one) to leave your body. alice knows exactly how to pick you apart and jasper can crank your arousal up to an almost unbearable level, leaving you desperate for every ounce of attention they give you.
“shh, dearest,” alice soothes you, dainty fingers circling your slickened core. you’ve lost track of just how many times she’s brought you over the edge, but your body quivers with the anticipation of another orgasm.
jasper kisses your temple with a lopsided smile and you feel the rumble of his voice against your skin. “s’alright darlin, we’ll take care of you.”
+ alice and jasper are very clingy in the bedroom and you’ll often find yourself sandwiched between them and their wandering hands. they also need to see your face and will always position you in a way that gives them full access to all of your expressions and provides them with the sensual eye-contact they adore so much ♡
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* [valentine's day headcanons/ships 💌]
Can you write the twilight characters with a shy gf headcannon please
of course! the reader is still going to be perfectly badass however, i hate the assumption that shy people cannot be badass.
warnings : swearing, insecurity, mentions of blood & vampirism etc, anxiety, overthinking, fem reader
characters included : emmett, rosalie, jasper, alice, carlisle <3
so, emmett is just a naturally loud person who has no problem with being obnoxious and borderline annoying to some
but you’re a collected, quiet person who’s movements and actions are all thought out thoroughly in fear of judgment
and weirdly your relationship just works
he’s quieter when your around ( in public ) he knows how much you hate attention and the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable
you’re comfortable around emmett, coming out of your shell and joining in on his loud laughter, joking, just fun
you both bring out sides to each other no one else knew existed prior to your relationship
he’s also, despite popular belief, quite observant: well, when it comes to you.
somethings wrong? bear hugs and loving kisses all around
you’re not feeling up for something? don’t worry about it, plans r already cancelled
very affectionate 🤍
if you don’t like pda that’s fine but he jus needs to be close to you at all times
yes, he’s clingy, if you haven’t already noticed
doesn’t force you to meet new people, knowing how your anxiety spikes heavily
he becomes your sort of therapist weirdly enough— though he’s far from professional
all in all, he just wants to make sure your happy and comfortable
you’re his precious girl <33
rosalie 🧎♀️ —
will glare at anyone who dares look at you a little too long
has and will threaten people who make you feel embarrassed for your anxious and shy behaviour
is so so patient with you <3
she’ll wait as long as you need her to for you to open up, you’re all she cares about.
absolutely adores you
you being her favourite person >
the ‘i hate everyone but you’ trope
she’s so soft with you 😩
reassuring hand squeezes when she sees you fidgeting anxiously
coming from a shy person myself, i admittedly stutter a lot 😒.. and she’ll never got annoyed at your stutter
in fact she’ll love it, it’s just another part of you and what’s not to love about you
you’re perfect to her
you two r so fucking cute omd
will get teased by her siblings about going soft
and she, evidently, could not care less
the most understanding gf <3
you and him >>
the most superior couple tbh
despite your anxious behaviour, you can calm him down with just your presence
a smile from you and suddenly the blood lust isn’t as strong anymore
doesn’t push anything, just stays with you and holds you when you need it
he’ll wait for you to open up, as well, will not push for anything you don’t feel prepared to give
communication is key in your relationship
probably the healthiest couple
you ever feel insecure, he’s there with kisses and passionate reassurances
literal speeches about how fucking beautiful you are and how he doesn’t understand how you don’t realise it
is always there for you
finds how you can go from a bright, bubbly person to a blushing bumbling mess absolutely adorable
tho if you’re sincerely embarrassed bout something yk my man will step in
oh yeah, he’s hella protective<3
hands down best bf ever
alice is actually surprisingly protective— anyone’s being rude or even slightly patronising, she’ll step in with a glare on her STUNNING face
actual sunshine who lights up your life
you’re more laidback around her, and it makes everyone happy to see you confident when she’s around
definitely helps you work on your confidence
is determined to build it up
not in a bad way! she just wants to see you confident in yourself and happy with who you are, able to speak your mind
loves everything about you
reassures you all the time with kisses all over your face!
her life’s mission is to make you smile
mentally counts how many times she’s made you smile in a day, and whatever made you smile, she’ll repeat it all to see your smile again
finds your shyness endearing.. unless you’re being shy and meek cuz someone embarrassed you, then we’ve got problems
not that you need it, you’re a bundle of badass-ery under your shy disposition
he’s always making sure that you’re okay
constant check ins, you can’t blame the man, he gets worried for you
unlike the reaction most people have towards your personality, your timid disposition actually drew him in
it was refreshing to meet someone who wasn’t arrogant and unapologetic
will forever reassure you you’re more than enough and that he’s proud of you
never gets tired of seeing you blush
genuinely his favourite sight
he doesn’t pressure you into opening up, and that’s something you’re really grateful for
absolutely and undoubtedly in love with everything about you
hugs and kisses constantly
he’s not too big on pda, but definitely hand holding <33
most heartwarming couple honestly.
Painting the Cullen Boys nails [headcanons]
-he will need a little convincing, but only the smallest amount (only because he was worried about his work at the hospital)
-but you’re his biggest weakness, he will never refuse you
-will how much he’s seen in his life, he recognizes how little this “feminine” thing matters
-he’s very comfortable with his masculinity so he doesn't mind having some nail polish on
-he’s always proud to have his nails done by you because they're done by you
-he's very supportive of your interests and hobbies
-so when you came to him excited to paint his nails, he didn't even think of saying no
-he very much enjoys and values that quiet time you get together when you paint his nails
-it's usually filled with quiet conversations and light music coming from somewhere in the house
-the ambiance of sitting quietly with carlisle is very peaceful and comfortable
-when you ask him to paint yours, he does surprisingly well
-he has very steady hands, so no need to worry about him messing up
-he doesn't care about the color, he just cares that you're the one doing it
-when this king is in love, he’s an absolute simp
-he never refuses any of your stupid antics
-for being so masculine and strong, you thought he wouldn't like the idea of painted nails but he welcomed it with open arms
-he actually is the one to paint your nails after you paint his (without even being asked, when his are dry he excitedly grabs the bottle and one of your hands saying “your turn!! :D”)
-he’s not very good at it, but you both enjoy it
-he prefers darker colors like black or blue but loves whatever you do to him
-he will proudly flaunt his nails and if anyone says anything negative, he will stand up to them and offer to kick their ass
-if they ever chip while he’s hunting or something, he will run to you asking to fix them
-you think it's really sweet how much he loves them and how much you both have fun painting your nails together
-he has painted nails the most often
-he needs some convincing but when you start painting he honestly could care less
-it's not that he loves it or hates it, he prefers the actual painting process because he gets to be close to you
-i mean you literally have to hold his hands to paint his nails, so of course, you're close
-he also is completely weak for you
-anything you ask, ye shall receive
-including this old cowboy wearing some nice nail polish
-but damn does he look good, you think he somehow looks hotter than normal
-and you're not shy to voice that
-he loves your attention and praise, so he's very willing to let you paint his nails again in the future
-he doesn’t really like to paint your nails because he doesn’t like to mess up. But will do it if you asked him to
-the second most likely one to wear your nail polish
-he likes black polish the most
-the most reluctant out of the bunch
-it took him a lot of convincing but when he saw how happy it made you, there's no way he could refuse
-he doesn't love it, he's very old fashioned and doesn't really enjoy such feminine things
-but he likes being close and having a quiet intimate moment
-the only part he likes about it is seeing your focused face and feeling your hand hold his
-he enjoys hearing the random little thoughts you have while focusing
-he doesn’t like the time it takes for his nails to dry, so when you’re not looking he’ll shake his hands around at vampire speed to dry them
-also he doesn’t hate the compliments you give him, especially how nice hinds hands look when he’s playing piano
-prefers the fancier, more elegant colors (like gold, or muted tones)
-would have his nails done the least
A/N; i laughed while making this tbh
pairings; twilight x reader
warnings; language, weed
getting high with them | twilight headcannon
• honestly he’s so chill you wouldn’t even notice that he was
• not that he’d tell you anyways
• for him it’d be a one time thing, something he would try and never lay his eyes on again
• so basically he’s his regular self, maybe a little more stressed out
• 0/10 he didn’t enjoy the experience at all
• just no
• you could cry and beg her all you wanted but never in a million years would she ever try it
• to be completely honest she’d be offended you’d even ask
• he’d be so disgusted that you’d even offer to him
• our boys old, and he grew up in a time where it was frowned upon so you can’t really blame him
• but once you’d finally get him game it was HILARIOUS
• he’d start like spilling all kinds of edgy emo lyrics
• he’d basically turn into an edge lord and spill out all his feelings to you
• human bella wouldn’t enjoy any second of it
• she’d try it and she’d be chill but it was kind of a no go for her
• she’s chill when she’s high, nothing really special she kinda just stays the same
• now vampire bella is definitely a lot funnier
• she matches your energy and is a lot easier to have a good time with
• nah because he’s fun
• he’d smoke with you, and hangout and vibe and have a good time
• he wouldn’t do it without you though
• like if anybody else asked he’d decline
• wasn’t big on the idea but enjoyed the experience with you
• would do it with you only again
• it’d be damn near impossible to even get her to try
• she thought it was ridiculous and childish but if it would make you happy
• she tried to match your energy though she wasn’t enjoying any second of it
• very bad experience for her but she enjoyed seeing you happy
• y’all already know he’s down for anything especially if it was smoking pot with his bae
• he’s so much fun
• he enjoyed every second of it and even suggested it become something normal you guys did together
• he loves it and would definitely do it again
• she was down for it
• she was chill, and she gave off good vibes
• it definitely made her a lot happier
• her usual mopey self was funny and loud
• but like the others she wouldn’t do it if you weren’t around or doing it with her
• i love riley but i feel like he’s the type of guy to be like “any girl that smokes is unattractive”
• so it’d be pretty hard to get him to try
• he’d make fun of you for doing it
• he’s a hater fr
• nah because my girl is so fun
• she’s always down for whatever with you so you already know she was down to try it
• even sober she’s fun but when high she’s even better to be around
• she enjoyed the experience with you and would definitely do it again
• nah she’d be so paranoid the entire time
• “(y/n), did you hear that?!”
• “girl chill out it was just the leaves”
• would start going on about some random lady she almost scrapped the week prior
• she had fun, she’d probably do it again tbh
Could you pretty please do the cullens reaction to their s/o being like "ok and? I still love you and apriciate you even if you could literally snap me like a twig in a second" after they tell them that their a vampire thanks in advance
a/n: of course I can! I have a lot of projects contained in my drafts, so I’ll probably have a few more works published in a few days time.
another a/n: I changed the request a little, I had added the Cullens before they tell the reader that they are a vampire, while they say they’re a vampire, and after - which would be the reader’s reaction/their reaction to the reader’s.
How The Cullens Would React To You Knowing That They’re A Vampire
Carlisle would prep for this moment from the second he had met you.
Alice would assure him that everything would be alright, she had seen it.
Despite Carlisle being calm about the possibilities of how you would react, and Alice’s vision of reassurance, he would still feel a tad nervous.
He had called you earlier that day, and had said that he just wanted to be in your company.
You’d come over, and you’d obviously be ecstatic that you’d be able to spend time with Carlisle and his family.
You sensed the air being stiffer than usual, everyone was seated in the living room, watching the television.
Carlisle had brought you to his office, and he had helped you sit down at one of the chairs that was there.
He then sat opposite to you, and you looked at him, wondering what he was about to reveal.
“My love, I have been holding onto something that you should know.”
Your heart had nearly froze in time hearing that phrase.
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“Oh, of course not! I want to spend forever with you, there’s just this one thing that I haven’t told you. It’s a pretty big reveal, so when I tell you, you can take as much time as you’d like to process this information. Even if that means leaving me.”
You frowned at the last sentence, but held Carlisle’s hand in your own, being used to the cold feeling that entrapped your own hands.
You holding his hand, ensuring Carlisle that you were ready to hear what he had to tell you, and so he said one simple line.
“I’m a vampire.”
You had sat there, just looking at your hands that here holding his, processing.
“So…that’s why your hands are always cold?”
Carlisle had chuckled a bit, seeing your own faint smile on your face.
“Yeah, it is.”
You were so curious about Carlisle now, more than you were from when you two went on your first date.
“Can I ask more questions? If that’s okay with you, of course.”
He smiled widely, happy that you were taking this well.
“Of course you can!”
“So if you’re a vampire, how- what year were you born in?”
“You’ve seen like all the wars, or been awake for the beginning of them. That’s so crazy to me, you’re like an old man!”
“Hey, now I’m technically only 23!”
He had taken you hand-in-hand out of his office to the rest of the Cullens that were in the living room. The television was off as well.
“Were you guys eavesdropping on our conversation?”
“Kind of hard not to when you have enhanced hearing.” - Edward.
You turned to Carlisle, in awe of the fact that his entire family has supernatural gifts.
“This stuff is so intriguing to me, do you all have the same gifts, or is it different for everyone?”
Everyone would have to re-introduce themselves, now that you knew what they were.
Jasper wouldn’t tell you that he was a vampire unless he knew how you were with secrets as big as that.
He would also only tell you after you had met his family.
He would stress about the day where he would eventually have to tell you, with Emmett joking that Jasper should use his gift on his own self so he could finally calm down.
Rosalie, usually knowing a lot of the gossip, would hang out with you to see if you would talk about any of the conspiracies that the other students had created about the Cullens.
You didn’t, which would surprise her since everyone would talk about their own theories that they had about the Cullens during lunch, or even right in front of their faces.
She would report back to Jasper after school that day, to which he would smile proudly.
He’d smile loving the fact that you don’t care about the rumours about him and his family.
Jasper would be smiling like a goof for an entire week. Which frightened majority of students, obviously not used to this particular feature marked on his face.
When you had caught up to Jasper, seeing this smile on his face, your own face had mirrored his own expression.
“What’s gotten you in a jolly mood there, partner?”
“Oh, nothin’, darlin’. What do you say about coming over to mine after?”
“I’d love to! I gotta get to math, though, I’ll see you later.”
You’d kiss him on the cheek as you’d jog over to your class, and Jasper would be the happiest he’s ever been in a long time.
After the final bell rang, you made your way over to Jasper in the parking lot, Rosalie and Emmett beside him as usual.
When you got closer, they all smiled at you as Jasper wrapped an arm around you and you both sat in the backseat of the Jeep, while Rosalie sat in the driver’s seat and Emmett in shotgun.
The radio was playing quietly, as you attempted to get a little bit of reading done as you leaned on Jasper’s shoulder.
Jasper was content as can be, knowing that you would take the information he was going to tell you, well.
You had gotten to the Cullen estate, and Rosalie and Emmett turned off the vehicle and went into the house, while you and Jasper stayed in the backseat, finishing up the page you were on.
“When we, uh, when we get into my room, I need to have a conversation with you, it’s very brief, and no, our relationship is not over, if that’s what you were thinking.”
This poor boy’s face would be flushed with blood, if it could. He’s so nervous to tell you.
You both made your way up the stairs to Jasper’s room, you in front of him, as Jasper looked over to the living room where the rest of the Cullens were seated.
Alice gave him a thumbs up and a bright smile, which calmed Jasper down more than expected.
Jasper opened his bedroom door open for you, and you walked in, placing your bag by the door as you usually do.
Then you sat down on his bed, which he stood in front of you, almost uncomfortably.
“You have to promise not to be mad…”
He took a deep breath, though he didn’t need to, before saying,
“Do you remember at the beginning of our relationship, where I had a difficult time even standing next to you? Like it seemed I was uncomfortable.”
“I do, but I thought that was just because you were awkward.”
Jasper cracked a smile, before continuing.
“It seemed like I was uncomfortable standing next to you because…god, this is gonna make me sound like a maniac. But it was because I was trying to control my thirst.”
“For what? My blood or something?” You had said it in a jokingly way, not even thinking that that was close to the truth. All Jasper did was nod.
“Oh, you’re serious.”
You took a few moments processing that your own boyfriend was a vampire. Jasper understood that there was going to be some sort of silence at some point during all of this, but he didn’t expect you to be this quiet, he’d expect maybe a million questions pouring out of your mouth, but there was nothing.
“Please don’t hate me.”
Those words made your heart shatter, and the only thing you could do was get up and hug him tightly, to which he embraced you as tight as he could without hurting you.
“I could never hate the person that I love and adore the most.”
Alice would be so ecstatic after seeing a vision of you.
It was a very short vision, possibly the shortest Alice had ever had, but it at least showed your smile of interest.
She’d call you perhaps an hour after she had her vision.
“Hey sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the nail salon, or catch a movie? Like a date!”
“You know I’d love to.”
She would get Rosalie and Esme help let her decide between 2 outfits she had planned, which was rare since Alice always chose her outfits, so Rose and Esme knew this was for a special occasion.
After picking her outfit, she immediately made her way down to the garage.
Emmett was working on one of the cars, and he noticed Alice smiling that bright smile she has whenever she’s about to see you.
“You seeing Y/n again?”
“Of course I am!”
“Have fun and cause trouble.”
Alice rolled her eyes at her adoptive brother, as she turned on the car. Emmett waved at her with a tool he hand in his hand as she sped off to your house.
She had gotten to your house within 5 minutes, and you were waiting outside of your front door.
You had seen Alice’s car, or rather Alice in Carlisle’s car, and made your way over to the passenger side.
Alice gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then she sped off to the movie theatre after you had strapped on your seatbelt.
After the movie, you two went back to the Cullens home, where you two sat on one of the big branches that were outside Alice’s massive window.
After you two were seated and making jokes at one another, the topic of conversation flowed onto more serious things.
First it started with jokes, second with how much you could hardly wait for summer break, then about how boring classes are, next about the amount of stress you were under with the piles of homework you were getting, then about Alice and her siblings’ disappearances whenever it was nice out.
The conversation reached a halt at the last topic, which made you slightly embarrassed for questioning your girlfriend’s whereabouts.
“I’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it, like if I made you uncomfortable.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I’m not uncomfortable. I’m just thinking of the right words to tell you without you falling off the branch and hurting yourself.”
You nodded, trusting your girlfriend. You always trusted her, she knew what to do and what to say at almost every given moment.
“So, me and my adoptive siblings, you know how some of use are dating, like Rosalie and Emmett?”
“That’s just a cover story, yes, Rosalie and Emmett are really together, and so is Esme and Carlisle, but we’re not all ‘adoptive siblings’. We needed it to seem that way, so we could go to school, legally. Esme is really 26, and Carlisle is 23, not 36 and 33. And Emmett is 20, not 17. Well, I’m 19, but I am technically 120.”
“What about the going to school legally part? What do you mean by that?”
“You know how we move a lot? That’s because we live an entire life in one place, we start out in high school, the younger we say we are, the longer we can stay. After we graduate, we go to college, get ‘married’, but it’s just Rosalie and Emmett that continually get married over and over again. Then we move after that and just keep continuing the cycle.”
“You’re immortal, like all of you?”
“Yes, we’re all vampires, vegetarian vampires. We all survive on animal blood, not human blood.”
“That’s so cool!” Your face lit up, which lit up Alice’s. “What decade was your favourite?”
“Oh, I loved the 60s - for the fashion, it was so poppy and bubbly, and I adored how the 80s reimagined that but in a more electric way! It’s the 20 year rule in fashion, I can teach you all about it.”
Rosalie would want to tell you quickly in the relationship, not wanting to lie to you, you not knowing what she really was.
She would want to tell you, but she would stop herself before she could, remembering the law where humans can’t know about the existence of vampires.
Humans knew about vampires, of course. But everyone took their existence with a grain of salt. They couldn’t really exist, could they?
Rosalie would tell you about 6 months into your relationship, she didn’t want to be too attached to you, if you decided yo leave her, or if the Volturi had plans to kill you if you didn’t want to become a vampire.
Rosalie doesn’t want you to give up your humanity so easily, though.
You had come around to the Cullen estate, after receiving a call from Rosalie saying that she needed to speak with you, in person.
You knocked on the door, to which Edward greeted you, and he escorted you to the kitchen where everyone was seated.
You sat next to Rosalie, reaching for her hand, to which she hesitated before grasping your hand with hers.
You gave her a smile, which she almost painfully returned.
Carlisle began speaking first, which gained everyone’s attention.
“Y/n, there’s something that you need to know, about all of us.”
“Oh, yeah, go for it.”
“This can seriously change your views on all of us, and it can get all of us in trouble.”
“With what? The law?”
“Something like that. I think it would be more fitting for Rose to tell you, you two are together after all.”
Rosalie looked at you with the face that could make an elder cry, the emotions that were displayed were so very powerful, it was clear that she was about to reveal something big.
She took a moment to calm herself, though she could tell that Jasper was helping her with his gift.
“We’re all vampires, me and everyone here.”
You had blinked at her in disbelief, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.
“Ah, so that’s how Edward got to Bella so quick that one time. Though he was across the parking lot.”
“Yeah…you weren’t really supposed to know, but since you’re my mate, which I found out pretty early on, I suppose it would be easier for you to know. Even if it puts us in death row.”
“Mate? Is that like a soulmate type of thing?”
“If you want to put it that way to make it make sense, yeah, I suppose it is.”
“And what do you mean by ‘death row’? You can die by telling me that vampires are real?”
“It can, yes. The only way that we can get us out of our death sentence, is if you become a vampire, as well.”
You would spend the rest of the evening with the Cullens, asking questions, which Edward would answer quicker than everyone else, you learning that he can read minds.
Jasper could feel and manipulate emotions, which made sense after all this time. He would send you waves of calmness over to you whenever you got nervous.
Esme dug up old photo albums of the Cullens in different decades, showing you the progression of style and quality throughout the years.
Alice would definitely give you a whole history of fashion lesson.
You looked at your girlfriend, she seemed a lot more relaxed from when you first got there.
“Being a vampire seems cool.”
“Yeah, sometimes it is. I don’t want you to give up your humanity so easily, though. I want you to live a human life.”
“I won’t give it up easily. But I also don’t want you in trouble with the vampire lawmakers, either. The rest of you, too. I’ll wait a couple years, say, five more years, then I’ll become one. I’ll take my time with it, and I won’t rush into it. I’ll always be with you.”
Emmett had totally revealed that he was a vampire by accident.
He had no time to prep for this moment whatsoever, it just came out.
Of course, he had jokes to go with whatever you had said.
You had woken up from sleeping in Emmett’s room, and Emmett had brought you breakfast in bed.
He had a goofy smile on his face as he carried the plate over to you as you sat up.
“I made this myself, I’m very proud of it.”
“It looks amazing, Em. Are you gonna eat as well?”
“Oh, about that, while I was making you your plate, I had made mine before, and I was eating it as I made yours, so I have already eaten!”
He might’ve been more proud with his lie than he was with the bacon that was on your plate.
After you had ate, you got dressed and got ready to go have fun outside.
You two were hanging out in the woods behind Emmett’s house.
It was after a wrestling match, which he had let you win. You knew that he let you win, of course. Emmett’s got an insane amount of muscle.
“How come you always let me win? I’m sure it’s not fun for you.”
“Oh, trust me babe, it’s fun for me to see your face all scrunched up before I let you win.”
“I swear you have like, super strength or something. I don’t see Edward or Jasper doing all this insane stuff like you do.”
“Well, different vampires come with different gifts, baby.”
“Vampires? You’re a vampire?”
“Well, yeah, I would’ve thought you already knew from when I caught that tree almost fall on your head. Guess not, though.”
“I just thought you were like as strong as a bear, or something.”
“It’s funny you say that.”
Edward didn’t even tell you. He couldn’t. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by him.
Emmett had leaked Edward’s true identity while you two were cuddling in the living room.
Edward was reading some book to you as you had curled up against his side, blanket covering the both of you.
The chapter had just finished, and you and Edward were talking about it, as you two usually do after you both finish a chapter.
“It’s just stupid how she did that! He could’ve died because of her!”
“That’s true, but perhaps she did it because she thought it would save him.”
Emmet had walked in with Rosalie after fixing one of the cars steering system.
They both stood there, by the door watching you and Edward debate about the main character’s decision to leave her boyfriend.
“Maybe he wanted to stay with her, not everything has to be done alone.”
“In some situations, yes it does.”
“What type of situations? Stupid ones, probably. I don’t understand why she just doesn’t accept his love, and then they can both just move on together! She’s so stupid, only thinking for what could happen to her, instead of what could happen to him!”
“It was a life-threatening situation, Y/n. She would obviously think for herself if she was on the verge of death.”
“That’s so dumb, though. They’re literally soulmates. Their souls are bound together once they meet, if one of them dies, part of the other person does, too.”
“Reminds me of Marcus.” - Emmett
“You didn’t tell them? Edward I thought you told them already.”
You had looked at Edward, wanting to know more information, but he just said,
“I can’t tell you. It would endanger you more than I already have.”
Edward got up from his spot on the couch, and went to his room, with his super speed.
“What the hell?”
Emmet and Rosalie sat down next to you, and told you everything.
After they had told you everything, you went up to Edward’s room, where you could hear classical music playing softly on his record player.
You opened the door to see Edward sitting on the edge of his window, obviously contemplating about earlier.
“Edward. I know.”
He immediately got up and rushed towards you.
“I suppose you hate me now?”
“Not one bit.”
“You’re insane. Do you need me to get Carlisle to recommend you a therapist, or something similar?”
“No. If anything, you need to quit doubting your self-worth, and me. I love you the same. Nothing will change that.”
Bunny - Jasper Hale
(A/N) Okay, I truly do not think that I brought justice to the request. It was just so adorable! It was requested by the wonderful @rainbow-bunny-bts. Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it! I am kind of interested in a small series with Jas and a Reader just like this one. Let me know if any of you are interested!
Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader
Warning: mental exhaustion, school, cuteness
We were only two lessons into the school day, and I was beyond exhausted. As if school, the noises and the sheer number of people weren’t hard enough, being separated from Jasper delivered a killing blow to my psyche.
Sure, we were still in the same building, but he wasn’t close enough to calm me down, no matter how hard he tried.
I had just exited the classroom my last lesson was held in, when a group of yelling jocks ran past me. But…I heard nothing. The only reason I knew they were yelling was because I saw the way their mouths moved.
Two cold hands covered my ears and only let go when the jocks were out of sight. I turned around and was greeted by two golden eyes and a lopsided smile. I smiled back, until I realized that his classroom was too far away from mine. He shouldn’t have been able to be here in time to shield me from the noise. And when I realized that I quickly punched him in the chest. Or, I tried to at least.
With his killer reflexes he stopped me before my fist met his chest.
“How many times do I have to tell you, darling? Thumb goes outside the fist, if you keep it inside, you’re going to break it when you punch someone.” He gently corrected my fingers. “And you’re going to break your entire hand if you punch me. Really, you must be more careful.”
I huffed and pulled my hand away. “Well, if you don’t want me to punch you, don’t use your powers in school. You know that that is dangerous.” He laughed and pulled me into a hug.
“Love, I could feel your exhaustion across the whole school. And we both know how sensible you are to loud noises.” I rolled my eyes but still hugged him back.
“Can we skip the rest of the day?”
He pulled away from the hug and grabbed my hand, carefully leading me out of the school. On the way out we passed his siblings, and the way Edward nodded at Jasper told me that he had told his brother via his mind, what was going on. Alice sweetly waved at me and I returned the gesture.
As soon as we were outside, I took a deep breath. Jasper waited for me to calm down before he led me into the close by woods. He had to leave the cars for his siblings.
Instead he picked me up and sped through the woods until we reached their home. There it was quiet and calm and I could finally let my guard down and relax.
He set me down and I quickly ran to the house and opened the door. Jumping up the stairs, I was almost at the door to his room when I was picked up again. Jasper had reached me just in time to carry me over the threshold.
It was a game the two of us played and so far, I had always lost.
He sat me down on his bed, which he had only gotten for me, and quickly took my shoes off. Before I could snuggle into the soft comforter and blankets, he forced me to take off my sweater, which was his, and my pants. He handed me sweatpants that I could put on instead.
“Do you want some music?” I had already cuddled up when he asked that question. I nodded my head and Jasper put my favorite vinyl on, before he joined me in bed. He pulled me close and let me rest on his chest.
“Yes, my love?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, bunny.”
Being Alice and Jasper’s Adopted Daughter Headcanons
Pronouns used: she/her
Warnings: slight description of blood/death
(A/n): this is a monster of a headcanon oh my god- I did not mean for it to get this long
unedited/not proofread bc I’m getting ready for work
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I feel like you’d just be a baby that the Cullens found on their doorstep when they were coming back from a hunt
No note, no identifiers, nothing
Carlisle couldn’t even find any medical records in any nearby hospitals that showed that you actually existed
So he assumed that either you were a home birth or you were born far away from their current location
Either way, Carlisle wasn’t just about to feed you to the wolves by giving you to an orphanage
No he’s heard about how cruel the foster care system can be nowadays
He decided to keep you and make your last name Cullen
They either called you ‘Cullen’ or ‘Mystery Baby’ for the next couple of days until they could brainstorm a name for you
They got Esme breaking out the baby name databases and books because she didn’t want to keep calling a living thing ‘Baby’
Eventually one night Alice saw a glimpse of an older version of you taking shaky steps, assumably your first steps
She saw Jasper quickly crouch next to her with his arms held out and a massive smile on his face
She saw herself move to crouch next to him
They were both encouraging you
“C’mon darlin’ you can do it!”
“Come to Mommy, (Y/n)!”
To her disappointment, the vision ended when you fell into her arms and her and Jasper brought you into a gentle group hug
She started to refer to you as (Y/n) and that caught on with the family
When she told Jasper about them eventually parenting you, the poor man was terrified that he was going to hurt you
You were so delicate in his scarred hands
He already had a hard time controlling his urges as it was, but he managed
But now being around a human for more time than he expected?
He’s definitely down for some exposure therapy
Quickly falls in love with you especially when you’re not fussy
There’s nothing like the pure, untainted happiness that he felt from you when you were a baby
That happiness would start to mellow out bit by bit as you grew older, however he didn’t mind
As long as you were happy and content with yourself, he’s happy
Starts to call you nicknames, mostly things that get you to laugh when he says them in a high-pitched voice
June bug, darlin, peach, flower, literally anything that gets you to laugh
He’s often seen around the house with you on his hip and him talking to you in baby talk
Almost faints when your first word is ‘dada’
Carlisle had to remind himself that his ‘son’ physically cannot lose consciousness
When you start to get better at walking you would copy his posture and the way he clasped his hands behind his back elegantly
Would teach you how to waltz when you saw it in a Disney movie
He’d just look down at little you looking up at him with the utmost adoration
Frilly tutu around your waist
Tiara sitting crookedly on your head
Hair messily tied into two uneven ponytails
Only up to his mid-thigh
And his heart would just melt
Jasper stared at you for a moment with a blank expression on his face before he smiled warmly and fixed the tiara sitting on your head so that it wouldn’t fall off. After tying his hair up and playing some random cassette tape Edward had laying around, he extended his hand towards you. “Care for a dance, little lady?”
Excitement exuded from your every pore as you slapped your hand into his, making him chuckle. He bowed, playfully smirking at the sight of you bouncing on the balls of your feet. He gently grabbed your other hand and guided you to stand on top of his socked feet.
He started to box step carefully to the piano’s slow tempo, smiling down at you fondly as you watched the pattern that his feet were stepping in. Your head was ducked down so that you could see your feet move with the music, giving him full sight of the hair falling out of your twin ponytails.
“Did you do your hair yourself, darlin?”
You looked up at him with a large smile, “yeah! Do you like it?”
“I love it,” he emphasized, hiding his amusement. “You’re going to have to do your ma’s sometime.”
“But you have more hair,” you pointed out with wide, doe eyes. A mixture of fondness and dread arose in Jasper when those adorable eyes lit up like you just had the best idea in the world. “Can I do your hair?”
“...Maybe later,” he shoved the nervousness out of the laugh that came from him. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely adores you, however the last time you did his hair he found glitter in it months later. To distract you from wanting to butcher his hair, he moved so that he could twirl you in a circle with a hand still holding yours. God, your giggles and the happiness he felt from you made him feel like he was on Cloud Nine.
The piano’s music slowly came to a stop and a peaceful silence draped over you both before a loud snare drum took its place. Jasper furrowed his brows at the swing and fast paced tempo of the jazz song, since when did Edward listen to this genre? However his confusion was wiped clean when he heard your giddy giggle and the loud exclamation of ‘Benny Goodman!’
With a loud laugh, he scooped you up into his arms effortlessly and started to bounce you to the beat. You squealed, wrapping an arm around his neck and holding onto his free hand for dear life.
Meanwhile around the corner, Alice smiled warmly at the scene, making sure to capture every moment on her camera. Photos of you standing on his feet with you both smiling at each other had to be her favorite out of the multitude of pictures she caught of you both. All of a sudden, Jasper’s eyes locked with hers.
He grinned at her, subtly jerking his head backwards and beckoning her to him. She swears that Jasper’s favorite hobby is to steal her heart and make her fall for him all over again. The camera was forgotten on a table as she joined them on the festivities, her husband wrapping his free arm around her waist and her daughter perking up when she saw her.
“Are you two having a dance party without me?” Alice playfully gasped out.
Jasper smirked at her, making sparks erupt in her stomach. With his free arm, he brought her flush against his side and bent down slightly to place a kiss on her lips. She reached up to cup his face before an exclamation of ‘ew!’ interrupted them. They parted to see you scrunching up your nose in disgust. A warm laugh left both of them before Alice stretched up to press a kiss to your forehead.
The small family spent hours dancing to whatever music Edward had in stock, Jasper balancing his attention equally between you and his wife. By the time your head was lolling onto Jasper’s shoulder, they decided to put an end to it. The music was turned off, Alice gently fixed your hair, and together they took you to your room.
Thoughts of him dancing with you on your wedding day came to mind only briefly while he was dancing with you
Though he wouldn’t admit it, he tears up occasionally when he thinks about it too much (it’s enough to make a grown man cry)
She absolutely adores the dynamic you both have
She’s always next to him in the early days of your life partially to reassure her husband that he wouldn’t hurt you and partially because she can’t get enough of how cute you both were together
Once he became more confident around you she gave him some time alone with you
But just because she loves seeing Jasper with you doesn’t mean that she doesn’t steal you for herself
She had an entire wardrobe prepared for you the second she saw that you were going to be her daughter
You’d be the flyest baby on the block with an outfit for every occasion
Playing in the mud? You got yourself some cute rain boots and a little froggy raincoat
Going for a stroll in the middle of the night when nobody can get you to sleep? Some skechers, a jacket, and jeans
Basically you’re set for life in the clothes and family department
She would hum songs to you to get you to calm down if you were upset
Mainly songs that she faintly remembers calmed her little sister down when she was a baby
She’d use her precognition to her advantage
“Don’t throw that sweetheart, here have a plushie instead!”
“No, we don’t eat sand. Instead we eat… applesauce! You do want applesauce, right?”
Always avoids making messes
Talks to you like you’re a fully grown adult
“What do you think about this shirt with these jeans?” *unintelligible baby noises* “Yeah I think so, too.”
For your first halloween, she dresses you up as a mini-dracula bc let’s face it: the Cullens probs would dress up as vampires for halloween at one point
When you start talking and walking she’s over the moon with happiness
With each word you add to your vocabulary Jasper and Alice are quick to make sure that you knew what the word meant before celebrating
I’d imagine that you’d have a little bit of a southern twang to your words because of how often you repeat what Jasper says
Things get a little tense around the house when you start to parrot everything
Running was fun as well, tag became a favorite between you, her, and Jasper to play
Of course they could easily outspeed you, but where’s the fun in that?
However to their dismay they can’t be with you 24/7 because of school (before you start attending school with them)
In comes Esme
She’d make sure that you weren’t too bored when everybody except for you and her were out of the house
Starts stashing toys and coloring books around the house for you
100% baby-proofs the house the second you started to crawl
She has experience with children as she was a teacher for a bit before she turned
She handles most of your childhood education until you reach first grade
Makes sure that you knew about the various types of plants and animals that live around your house
Alice and Jasper are only slightly shocked when you start to break out the scientific names and eating berries when you’re older
Walks through the forest with her when both of you want to get out of the house
The go-to person for advice on your life
Whether it be on crushes, conflicts, or even just a little venting session, she would always listen to you
Also makes sure that the others don’t do anything too grown-up around you if Alice or Jasper weren’t around
Mainly Emmett when Rosalie wasn’t around
Dear god Rosalie would absolutely adore you
You could catch her usually with you the most whenever your parents or Esme wasn’t around
Alice actually was worried for a couple of months that you liked Rosalie more than her
You see a different side of her than the others usually see
Instead of the cold exterior, you see nothing but warmth, fun, love, and longing
Everything you do when you’re younger (and even into your teen years) in her eyes is cute/endearing
Accidentally making a catastrophic mess? She’s cooing at you in her arms while the others take care of it
Your first prank on Emmett (admittedly with some help from her)? Rounds of applause
The horrible recorder recital that happened when you were in like 4th grade? You’re suddenly the most skilled person in this household, hands down
She would make sure that you know your worth and that you’re completely confident in your body when you get older
As the girlboss (and occasionally gatekeep) representative of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, she would remind you that you don’t need a significant other to be happy in life
However would support you 100% if you do have an s/o
That’s after she does some research on them and gains complete trust in the person that they’re good at heart
She really doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to you
Would take you on shopping trips to bond, dragging Emmett with you both for a second opinion when either Esme or Alice wasn’t available
This guy would be the proudest uncle there ever was
He would mainly call you nicknames like little dude, tyke, mini-Jasper, or string bean being a couple of the many nicknames he has for you
Gets excited when you get excited
Your main hype man
You got a good grade on your test? “Dude, that's sick!”
You made a friend? “Nice! What’s their name?”
You had a good day? “Tell me all about it!”
Would definitely sit you on his shoulder and parades you around the house
Doesn’t matter what age you are
Would let you win in an arm wrestling match if you challenged him to one
Just like Jasper he’d be incredibly cautious around you, making sure that he watches his strength
The one you discuss pop culture with
“Hey, Uncle Emmett?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I just lost the game” (and now you did, too :D)
If it’s just the two of you, you are the only one with impulse control
You weren’t raised to not consider the consequences of your actions
However you know how to do a good prank as well when you have a vendetta
Prank wars would spring up between you both when you’re older
Usually starts when Emmett decides to prank either of your parents and you decide to avenge them
Emmett would end up with neon pink hair for a couple of weeks, jumpscared at every corner, and his dinner replaced with fake blood
You would get icy water drenched on you, some of your things encased in jello, and matching green hair
Truces would only be made when you both realize that out-pranking the other simply isn’t possible
Emmett would most likely take pranks too far
And that’s where you come in, the certified damage control
It’s sometimes hard steering Emmett in another direction when he has his mind set on something
“It’ll all be fine, string bean. Eddie won’t be too mad.”
Edward was mad, but never really mad at you
Usually when he was around you were calm for the most part
He’d just have to put on some classical music or play the piano for you and you’d relax
He got you on classical music once he heard that you were going to officially become part of the family
He’d be damned if there’d be anything but Debussy blasting in the house once you’ve hit your teen years
Teaches you piano when you’re old enough
The grand piano that sat in the living room was something you avoided playing around as a kid because you knew how important it was to Edward
He could feel his undead heart clenching in his chest when he first heard that in your thoughts, but not that he’d admit it or acknowledge the look of confusion Jasper threw his way
Edward immediately being able to tell what you needed before you could talk
“God she’s so fussy I don’t know-”
Your thoughts are quiet and pleasant
If you want a moment of peace and quiet and away from everyone, he’d totally stash you in his room for a bit and just sit in comfortable silence
He actually enjoyed listening to your thoughts develop as you aged
He finds it really interesting to see you become your own person and develop your own interests
With Carlisle, I feel like he’d play doctor with you more often than not
Would let you use some of his personal equipment if he knows that you probably won’t break it
He would sit down on the floor and show you how to use them
And then he would play patient
“Doctor Cullen, what’s my temperature?” “Three” (probably accurate)
Go-to guy for scraped knees and sore throats
If you have any questions that the others couldn’t answer about your human-ness, he’d have answers for you
If he had a bad day at the hospital, coming home to the sight of Esme playing with a baby you would immediately brighten up his day
Would do his best to keep the Volturi away from you, and he succeeds for the first fifteen years of your life
They came to the agreement that you would be turned when you’re older, at the age of 18
He keeps this information to himself for a year or so, waiting so that you would understand what had to happen
However that doesn’t mean that the rest of the family doesn’t know
There were differing reactions
The others would eventually accept that it has to happen, Rosalie would always be against it
Alice feels sick at the thought of having to turn you eventually, but with the help of Jasper, she learns to live more in the moment instead of looking to the future
Jasper also is against the idea, not wanting you to have to go through that
Esme is saddened that you would have to die, but she knows that it has to happen
Edward is indifferent, as he accepted that your death would have to be something he’d have to see if you stayed human, reasons that at least they didn’t have to worry about seeing that anymore
Emmett would feel the guiltiest at withholding this information from you and doesn’t know how to feel
It’s decided that Alice and Jasper should be the ones to fully explain the situation at hand
They sit you down on your bed one day, sitting you between them
They explain everything
Jasper was hyper focused on your emotions, making sure that you aren’t too overwhelmed
Alice would know exactly what to say because she saw it before it happened
Understandably, you’re upset that they hid that from you for so long because you’re entitled to be aware of something like that
You knew that something was off about a year ago when nobody except Edward would look you in the eye for a while
Even Emmett’s big personality was dulled down around you
Some words were said on your end that you were sure you would regret later the second they left your lips
You sneak out for a bit to process your thoughts on the topic
Of course they know that you snuck out, how couldn’t they with the power of precognition and the fact that they hear everything?
They let you, knowing that you’re safe in their territory and you know your way around
You spend a couple of hours out there, not being able to shake the feeling of being watched
You grit your teeth when you hear footsteps start behind you once again when you begin walking again. When will they get the hint that you wanted to be alone? “You’re not being subtle, you know,” you were hoping that your tone would be enough for whoever was following you to get the hint and give you some privacy, but the footsteps started up once more. Except, they were closer than before and showed no sign of stopping.
You turned to fully face whoever was going to come out of the foliage, expecting either your parents or Carlisle to emerge. Instead a tall woman came out, dark red eyes scanning every inch of your body. Icy dread washed over you when you caught sight of those eyes; this was a hungry vampire out for your blood.
“You caught me,” she whispered. Her eyes were stretched wide with a sardonic smile on her face, hands waving in the air before dropping back to her sides.
“Who are you, do you know who’s land you’re on?” You took a step backwards, mentally bracing yourself for a fight.
She followed your steps before disappearing completely. Before you could even react to her disappearance, she was behind you with an arm pressing your body to her chest and a chilled hand gripping your hair at the top of your head. “It doesn’t matter who’s property I’m on. I’m just here for a little snack.”
Her breath brushed your ear, but that wasn’t what sent shivers down your spine. No, it was the tone of her voice. It had a certain edge, something that could only be described as some sort of sick pleasure, like she couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into your flesh and drink you dry.
You put all of your strength into your arms before sending your elbows under her ribs. A grunt left her, but she didn’t let you go; in fact, she tightened her grip on you and jerked your head to the side, giving her full access to the side of your neck.
“Your little heart is just a-racing, isn’t it?” She breathily chuckled, burying her nose into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling. “You smell marvelous, my dear. Simply marvelous.”
“Get off of me,” you spat, struggling against her more.
“How adorable, you actually think you have a chance,” she cooed before an indescribable pain erupted on the side of your neck. Fire coarses through your veins and wreaks havoc on your body, a whimper being the only thing that you could produce. Weakness began to seep deep within your bones, you’ve never felt this tired before. She was latched onto you, and you weren’t going to be able to get her off. You were dying, you realized with a spike of alarm.
Your fight gradually died down to a mere twitching of your fingers as a chill swept through your body. Eventually, your knees buckled and you were sent to the floor. She followed your descent with a displeased hum, a disciplinary flick being delivered to your forehead. Swiftly after that she was ripped off from your neck; you weren’t sure where she went, however you didn’t have the mental strength to ponder.
Sleep sounds great right now, you were exhausted. However, the pressure on your neck made you snap awake. Blurs of spiked black and slicked back blond swirled in your vision. A shaking hand was placed on your cheek and stroked your hair gently. Subconsciously, you leaned into it.
“Mom?” You squinted at her, trying to see her clearly. The picture slowly became clearer; Carlisle on your one side with his eyes trained on your neck, Esme readying some sort of cloth, and Alice directly above you.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice breathy and quiet. “It’s me, honey. Don’t talk, you need your strength.”
“But- Dad. Where-” You strained your neck to lift up from the leafy terrain below only to be gently pushed down.
“You need to stay still,” Carlisle gently told you as he repositioned his hold on your neck. He frowned, “Esme, I need that towel.” When he removed the cloth on your neck, it was soaked through with blood. The warmth on the side of your neck became the only thing you felt besides the feeling of Alice’s hand on your face. When you flicked your eyes back to her, she was tightly closing her eyes; it must be difficult for her to stay in control with this much blood present.
“I’m not going to live, am I?”
The whimper that escaped past Alice’s pursed lips, the way Carlisle clenched his jaw and put more pressure on your neck, and Esme’s deep frown was all that you needed to confirm your fate. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel sorry for yourself, only focusing on the irony of the situation.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, keeping your eyes on Alice. “If I hadn’t been so dramatic-”
Alice shushed you, a wobbling smile stretching her lips. “Nonsense,” she whispered. “It was wrong of us to keep something like that from you for so long.”
“I shouldn’t have said what I said,” you drew in a sharp breath when the fire in your veins intensified. Still, you pushed through. “I’m sorry, Momma. I’m so sorry-” A choking sensation cut you off. Coughs racked your weak frame and stole the air from your lungs. You were blacking out as your senses became fully dulled and your consciousness slipped. The only thing you truly felt was the pain.
Alice and Jasper did their best to keep you comfortable while you were in the process of turning
They did not leave your side once during the first three days
Jasper could feel everything you were feeling
Instinctively, he wanted to stay as far away from you to get away from the pain
But he didn’t want to leave you or Alice alone
He tried his best to at least give you some form of tranquility and comfort Alice
Regrets not being with you when you died, but his anger towards the newborn was far too powerful
Alice was devastated
Thinks that it’s her fault that she didn’t see what was to happen earlier
You had initially died in her arms, someone that had been such a light in their life shouldn’t have been snuffed out so early
She understands fully well that there was nothing Carlisle could have done to save you, the vampire had done too much damage to your carotid artery and jugular
However she couldn’t help the resentment she felt for the doctor for not being able to perform a miracle
The others had to physically drag them away from you so that they wouldn’t run themselves into the ground
The only reason that they agreed to it was because Esme mentioned that you probably wouldn’t want to see your parents like that
They’re at your side when you wake up
You make up with them
They’re just happy that you’re still with them
When you see what you look like for the first time, they didn’t really know what to expect
“Oh my god, I’m… pretty”
“You always were, darlin”
Jasper, having the most experience with newborns, eases you into your new abilities and uses his gift to lessen your overwhelming feelings
Alice is quick to pick you up when you’re feeling down about yourself
You run into a couple of trees when you first try out your speed, but what vampire hasn’t??
Arm wrestling with Emmett where he finally isn’t holding back
When you go back to school and get more stares than usual and you can hear everything they’re saying about you, you try not to show how uncomfortable you were
Walking in with Edward once, rumors of you two dating arose and stuck with you both for months
Needless to say, you didn’t walk in with Edward again
Instead, you walk beside Alice and Jasper
Forgetting to ‘breathe’ occasionally
Hunting with your parents when you need to let some steam out
You like Bella when she joins the family, however you don’t like the chaos that she brings
She was a nice girl and a fresh breath of air, but it’s like she was a damn magnet for trouble!
It didn’t help that her blood was tantalizing
Her birthday party was just a little torturous
By a little, you meant very because it was the longest you’ve been around her
You just couldn’t help yourself when she got a paper cut, and Jasper couldn’t either
Siding with Rosalie sometimes and siding with Edward sometimes because all you want is for her to be smart with her decisions
From the James situation, to the Volterra situation, to the shifter situation, and finally fighting for your cousin’s right to live all within the span of a couple of years was draining
When you got some tolerance for her scent, you and Alice were some of her closest friends in the coven
Never really liking Jacob, just tolerating him so that Bella would be happy
Almost murdering him when he imprints on Renesmee because what the fuck dude that is a literal child
Being put on the sidelines for most of the battles and not being too happy about it
Luckily everything smooths out in the end and you have your peaceful family once more
Trust & Lust — Jasper Hale
TW: smut, language, etc.
Summary: After the baseball game Jasper invited you to - he sneaks into your room later that night to take care of your sexual needs.
Additional info: (Fem!Human!Reader), sub/dom vibes, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, praise, lowkey breeding kink(?), oral(f), jasper has to keep you quiet bc your parents are asleep, this was fun to write so I hope y'all enjoy! <3
I'll fix any typos later
Word Count: 2.4k+
@opalrose0 bestie dinner is ready 😎
It didn't surprise Jasper to feel the lust radiating from you in the field. He knew you enjoyed watching him being active - although, you also get turned on by simply looking at him.
Jasper hasn't been intimate with you for a few weeks - he wanted to touch you more than anything but it wasn't easy to find alone time. At his home, it's impossible to be secret about it. And with your household full of siblings and both parents - it's beyond annoying to be interrupted every ten minutes.
Jasper had texted you an hour after dropping you off back home. Of course you replied immediately and suddenly you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. He told you to keep your window open, that he'd be there late tonight.
You got comfortable in bed with no intention to sleep but a wave of exhaustion knocked you out within minutes. Jasper found his way into your room thirty minutes after you fell asleep and smiled softly, admiring your aura.
“Darlin'.. Wake up, I got you some snacks.” Jasper whispered quietly into your ear, resting his body behind yours - his cold breath fanning against your neck delicately.
You groan and twist slightly in discomfort, your body shivering at the sudden temperature drop.
Jasper chuckles to himself at your sleepy state and carefully leans over to grab the bag full of snacks, purposely making noises with it.
Eventually, you sigh and open your eyes to see your boyfriend of two years grinning, his side smirk never getting old.
“I told you I was on a diet, Jas.”
“Alright then.. I'll let your siblings eat the chips.”
You gasped and playfully hit his chest which obviously didn't hurt him. He smiled wholeheartedly - knowing how much you loved spicy foods, specifically chips.
He could never understand the joy of eating normal food but he absolutely goes all out to get whatever you like. Sometimes he'll watch you eat, a curious expression never leaving his handsome features. It's amusing to him whenever you get seconds or refuse another plate - the way your body handles food is interesting and he keeps mental notes on what you don't like. Small things like that make you fall more in love with him.
You drop the bag on the floor quietly - you'd snack on them later or tomorrow. Although you did appreciate his efforts, all you wanted was to be close physically. Jasper obviously knew how you've been feeling - needy, desperate for his skillful touch and intoxicating words driven by lust. Jasper introduced you to many new things even though he wasn't your first. The first time with him felt unreal, your body in so much pleasure and shock. Jasper was the first to actually make you have an orgasm and whenever you told him that, he couldn't help himself from feeling cocky about it. Now he likes to tease you about it, loving to prove to you how well he knows your body.
You stare at Jasper and shift in your spot, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache between your legs. It didn't take long for your vampire of a boyfriend to sense your excitement, he can hear your heart pounding faster and harder. All thanks to his wonderful gift, he always knows when you need his touch and how badly you're craving it.
Tonight isn't common - most of the time he likes to go slow and passionate, the fear of hurting his mate never leaving his mind. But with enough experience and your words of encouragement, he can often slip into a rougher mindset, his dominant nature taking over.
Jasper now has you pinned underneath his body, your legs still closed. He growls lowly to himself in frustration, gently forcing his knee to spread your legs. He hums in satisfaction against your neck, kissing and sucking your delicate skin. It's dangerous to do this, both of you know that - Jasper feeling how turned on you get whenever he kisses your neck sends him into a spiral of lust and dominance.
“Jasper..” You moan out in a whisper, desperately grinding against his thigh while he continues marking your neck - Jasper adores seeing you with hickeys, especially after someone tries to flirt with you. He will remind you and everyone that you're his. Sometimes he doesn't even need a situation like that to occur, his possessive behavior can show without being provoked - He enjoys owning you.
Jasper lowers his voice, lower than you expected - you shiver, fluttering your eyes closed momentarily and listen.
“Darlin'.. I'm gonna need you to be my good girl right now, can you do that for me?” Jasper is now roaming his hands all over your body, soon stopping at your waist, his cold fingers teasing you by tugging on your clothing, his eyes darkened - Jasper wants to touch you.
You nod and hum out a small agreement, not caring what you need to do for him to finally touch you. You've waited too long and your body is on fire, even though he's ice cold.
Jasper wasted no time after your response and ripped your sweatpants off, your underwear soaked - he takes a second to admire your arousal, proud of himself for your reaction.
You bite your lip to hold in a gasp, the cool air hitting your now exposed cunt. Jasper smirks up at you, trailing his kisses further down. He always starts from your neck to build up your excitement and it works every time.
Jasper finally latched onto your clit, flicking his tongue and swirling it just the way you like it. Your immediate reaction is to close your legs and moan - Jasper easily keeps your legs opened, holding onto your thighs roughly.
Forcing yourself to be quiet is more than difficult, the way he devours you is too good, it's impossible to stay silent. You tried biting your lip and holding your breath but it didn't work. Without much warning, you moan loudly and move your hips against his mouth. Jasper can't deny how hot you sound, the growing bulge in his pants throbbing.
Jasper pulls away abruptly, licking his bottom lip and smirks when you pout in annoyance. He knows how much you hate being teased; edging always irritates you. He loved it.
“Why'd you stop, Jas? Please- it feels so good.” You whine and moan breathlessly, you're already dripping with arousal.
He kisses your inner thighs. “I told you to be good, didn't I? You need to be quiet.”
Your face flushes and subconsciously close your legs - pressing your thighs together. “I'm sorry.”
Jasper senses the embarrassment and chuckles while prying your legs back open. His golden stare doesn't leave yours and he continues to eat you out mercilessly. You grip the sheets and focus on your breathing, holding back moans and whimpers. Jasper dips his tongue in long enough to pull another moan from you - legs shaking with pleasure. It's obvious that he enjoys hearing you, watching you struggle and move around underneath him.
It doesn't take long for the first orgasm to take over your body, you breathe heavily and whimper quietly at the sight of him holding your waist down and legs open with force - Jasper refuses to pull away; over stimulating you.
“Jasper— Fuck!” You arch your back and try closing your legs. Jasper groans against your heat and pulls away to let you calm down.
“I need you. I'll be good, I promise.” You beg him with a low whine, breathing heavier and pulling him back up to your mouth - you kiss him passionately, rougher than before.
Jasper takes his precious time with undressing you and himself, kissing all over your upper body, his cold fingers rubbing your clit to distract you from any discomfort - you're still not used to his size. And no matter how many times you hear him moan, your stomach always flips and swirls around with butterflies. Jasper isn't shy to let you know that he's feeling good.
Of course he's not loud, his sounds of pleasure are only for you to hear - he hides his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly. You lightly tug on his hair and he groans.
Jasper is surprisingly slow and gentle. He isn't forcing himself into you with uncontrollable lust. He grinds into you, careful not to hurt you in any way. He shows great control but deep down he is struggling. All Jasper wants to do is fuck you senseless - he wants to own you.
“I'm not going to break, Jas. It's okay.” It's not hard to tell he is craving more and so are you.
Jasper never wants to scare you with his strength. He'd rather show you that his strength is meant to protect you - save you from anything and everything. It warms your heart to the core but right now all you're thinking about is how amazing it would feel if he'd just let go.
“Do you trust me, Darlin?” Jasper looks you in the eyes waiting for your answer. He knows you do in general but with such a fragile moment like this - he needs reassurance.
That's all it took for him to finally drop the softer side of himself. He begins to build up a new pace - slowly, but surely - getting rougher.
You cling onto him and whimper. One of his hands grip the headboard, the wood cracks and splits down the middle. Jasper doesn't want to grip onto your body right now, it could harm you. Since you understand his fears and reasoning, you don't push him for more.
Jasper closes his eyes in pleasure - paying close attention to your quiet moans and breathless praise. He notices how you're losing control and struggling to keep yourself quiet. He lifts his head to look at you - smirking at your flustered face and panting. Jasper then carefully covers your mouth with one of his hands, roughly thrusting into you, whispering into your ear.
“Shh, we don't wanna get caught.”
You whine - a muffled moan leaves your mouth and vibrates against his palm. Jasper increased the speed of his movements just enough to coax another reaction from you. And again, his voice drops and sends shivers down your spine.
“It's alright, Darlin. I got you.”
Jasper studies your body - testing how rough and quick he can get before it gets uncomfortable. Within a few minutes Jasper has found the limit and lingers dangerously close behind the line. It's almost overwhelming.
The bed creaks and the headboard rams against the wall but neither of you care enough to stop, the thought of being caught brings more excitement anyways. Jasper is greedy and wants to feel all of you, wants to feel you cum around his cock - your distant sounds of pleasure edging him on.
You're a mess underneath him. Constantly squirming around, scratching his back and squeezing your legs around his waist to feel all of him - no amount of closeness is enough.
Jasper knows you're close. Any other time he'd encourage you to let go but tonight he wants this to last - Jasper likes hearing you beg.
“Don't you dare, Darlin. Be a good girl for me and hold it. I know you can do it.”
His words only welcomed your second orgasm, his tone of authority mixed with how gentle he spoke made your stomach twist and tighten. You really did try, you wanted to do what he asked but your body didn't listen.
Jasper couldn't find the words to scold you for not obeying him - the way you clenched around him and moaned loudly against his hand distracted him completely. Your climax pushed him into his own - However, Jasper still panicked silently when he knew pulling out was near impossible. You felt too damn good.
Lost in his pleasure, he uncovers your mouth and moans deeply, dipping his head down again to kiss your neck. And even though you came twice - you know Jasper is going to make it three, effortlessly. Not only that - you're also aware of his nearing orgasm that he fought off the entire time to focus on you.
“Jasper, please— Cum inside me, please!” You end up begging for it, moaning with a higher pitch and grinding against him to create more friction. All of this felt like an adrenaline rush.
Something happened. Jasper suddenly changed his demeanor, eyes dark and he let out a low growl before leaving your neck to hover over you more, one of his hands gripping your throat - his thrusts became almost erratic and close to being violent. This should've scared you but it didn't. You moaned louder and felt your body light up into flames, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins.
Jasper leans down - mumbles quietly with his hand now holding your jaw, oddly calm. “Is this what you wanted, hm? You like it when I ruin you, don't you? Look at you, Darlin - you're so desperate to be filled up.”
All you can do physically is nod and pant heavily, legs shaking and heart pounding. It's quickly starting to feel overwhelming again so your body naturally tries to escape his hold. Jasper didn't like that at all.
“What's wrong, Sweetheart? You don't think you can take it anymore? I know you want it. You're dripping, so needy. C'mon, it's okay. Take it.”
Both of you cum at the same time. Jasper helps you ride it out and doesn't stop moving. He's slower but not done yet. Jasper looks down to see your entrance leaking with his cum and he moans at the sight - praising you.
“Just like that, Darlin. Such a good girl.”
It took a few minutes to calm down from your high. Your breathing and heartbeat unsteady even after he pulled out and held you to his cold chest. Feeling insecure about your natural body heat and sweat had no chance to settle in your system. Jasper lovingly wiped your face and kissed your head - he always loved how your body reacted to being intimate with him.
It's silent except for your occasional deep breaths and slowed heartbeat. Jasper is the one to break the silence.
“Did I hurt you?” He sounded so small. Worried and nervous - it's adorable.
“No. It felt really fucking good. Thank you, Jas.”
You close your eyes and bask in the bliss he gave to you. Jasper chuckled.
“You're thanking me? I should be thanking you, Darlin.. Thank you for trusting me.”
With a tired smile you look up at him, finding him already staring at you. “Always.”
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You're really goddamn stupid, you know that?" He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the tear and the tear alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he's been missing.
"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm crazy and stupid." You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clanks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.
"You can go ahead and bite me Jass-" You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarize yourself with each other, since-
"You're gonna turn me."
Jasper finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly.
"Why would I do that?" Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.
"Well… because you're you. And self restraint isn't very you, Jasper." You tuck the golden strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Jasper's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.
"I knew it." You marvel at the boy before you. "Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it's sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays." His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly.
"The ice cold skin was my final check."
He produces the first smile you've ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. There's a vague southern lilt in his speech that intensifies your body's response. "You want a cookie for that?" He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.
"What's to stop me from ripping you open right now? There's no one here. No one will be here anytime soon." He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.
"Give me reasons." He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls.
"I need reasons or-" his eyes flutter closed "-or I just might do it. I will kill you."
You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realize that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hotseat. Okay.
You got what you wanted. Found out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price.
You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.
"As much as it annoys you and me, Jasper, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with them. The Cullens." Jasper's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. "You never really had a home so you plan on keeping that. Killing the bookkeeper would spoil their entire Vampire fucking sitcom dream family, Jasper. You know this." Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him.
"But you're still you, Jasper. Carlisle can't and never will change that fact. You're not Jasper Hale," You finally say, "You're Jasper Whitlock-"
In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you've been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. The only pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.
"I'm done playing your little mind games." He's seething and he's angry and he's right where you want him.
"Oh? But we were having so much fun, Whitlo-" Jasper squeezes your throat, eliciting an electrified sound from the base of your throat.
"What do you want?"
You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face.
"For you to turn me, Jass."
He pauses. Quite literally. Jasper's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He's mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Jasper eases back again.
"Once I start-"
"You won't stop? Jasper, we've been eye fucking this entire time. If there's one thing stronger than your need to feast," You lift that hand up once again, "-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can't go unnoticed, Jass, no matter how long you want it t-"
Jasper rolls his eyes, which comes as a complete shock to you before he murmurs: "Just shut up," before crashing his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it's magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It's strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.
You needn't open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Jasper hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart.
"You can't do that." He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.
"What?" You inquire dumbly All too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.
"Pathokinesis." Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.
"Don't do that." He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don't register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.
"What? So you can like-"
"Control, sense and manipulate your emotions?" He says, coming up from your neck. "Yeah." He says with a nod that makes his golden curls bounce again before he takes your mouth in his once more.
"What you feel," he mumbles in between the kiss, "I feel too."
Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Jasper pulls away.
Have you really thought any of your movements through?
What if sex with a vampire was fatal? You're about to spiral into oblivion before Jasper speaks up.
"No." He says curtly, and you're all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. "You're not pulling back on me now. Not after everything." You're in awe of his words.
"Jesus, so you really can feel everything."
That life threatening smile again.
He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You're about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Jasper's hand was leaning against that particular shelf.
Maybe he's not as calm as he'd like to convey.
"There is one thing," the buttons are undone but he's stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you've ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right them and there.
His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief.
"I'm not gonna fuck you," he says with a sick smile.
"Why?" Its all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling on the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with Jasper giving you one-words.
"I think you're really good at getting what you want," he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.
"And I'm not gonna allow that." He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Jasper does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness.
Not commenting further.
"This is how this is gonna work," he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it's still there.
"You're gonna give me this." He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. "And I'm gonna give you this." His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.
"Got it?" He's already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you're too enamored. Too enamored at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You're too enamored to respond and he does not like this one bit.
Jasper flicks another finger against your clit.
"JESUS!" You scream into the empty library. Jasper, who's eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.
"No," he says irritably, "Jasper. Say Jasper."
You're a drunken, sex filled mess. "Fuck-Jasper." He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles.
"Jasper… Jasper please." There are tears staining your eyes and you're so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being at a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It's too much.
Way too fucking much.
"Please? Please let you finish?" Jasper asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. "You'd like me to let you cum all over my hand?"
"Please, Jasper. Please."
"That's a shame…" He replies, "I thought we were having so much fun." You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you're too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Jaspers throat.
It's all so unbelievable. Jasper pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down.
"Jas.." Your completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there's a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.
"Fuck, Jasper! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!" You're sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time buy you felt even that was for his own pleasure.
Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.
And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.
Jasper brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. "I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl," he says, "I know."
The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, "So pretty, so perfect." You realize he's as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.
His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. "I'm-" You don't finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood.
"That's it, my pretty, pretty girl." He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you're rocking uncontrollably into his hand.
In that moment, Jasper may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter.
You begin to feel…
"Welcome to immortality, Beautiful." He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.
You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.
Poly!Jalice x Fem!Reader🍋
A collection of what I think boning both Alice and Jasper would be like. Someone asked for this.
They’re both switches, sorry I don’t make the rules. Alice can dom sometimes, and Jasper the other times. And you can always dom them both if you want to.
When Alice doms, she can get pretty rough. You would think it’s funny how such a little girl can boss people around so much, if you weren’t too busy grinding on Jasper.
When Jasper doms, he’s pretty soft. Instead of demanding like Alice, he’ll sternly tell you or guide you into doing what he wants you to do. This could include: making out with Alice, sucking his dick, humping a pillow, stripping naked, etc.
Jasper likes when one of you rides his thigh. He says that the wet spot you leave on his pant leg is adorable? I’m not sure what he means by that.
Jasper calls Alice darling already, but when you come along, he takes to calling you Peaches. Why? Because he says that’s what you taste like. Alice tends to agree.
Alice really likes your boobs. Big or small, she’s always touching them. Squishing, licking, teasing...anything really. She totally didn’t buy you a pair of nipple clamps for your birthday once
Alice likes making you watch her and Jasper fuck. You don’t have to be tied up (although that is a plus for her), but there’s a chair in the corner of their room for this specific reason.
Their favorite position for you is reverse cowgirl. Jasper likes to watch you bounce on his cock while Alice gets to play with your boobs! It’s a win-win!
They both really love the warmth of your skin. The almost scalding heat of your skin against their frozen bodies is nothing short of erotic.
They’re both very careful with you physically. Jasper can’t control his thirst perfectly yet￼￼, so they have to make sure that you don’t get hurt at any point in time (we all remember what happened at Bella’s birthday. We don’t need any repeats. Especially when naked).
Bonus! Aftercare HC’s
When you’ve all finished after a long night, Alice stays with you while you catch your breath while Jasper runs a warm bath for you.
Depending on who’s house it is (I like to think they have one of those massive tubs), they’ll get in with you. Even though Jasper has to remind Alice to keep her hands to herself.
One of them will make sure you’re alright while the other washes your hair. When you’re all done with the bath they get some of that fancy-ass massage lotion and work out any kinks in your muscles. They don’t wanna leave their favorite girl in bad shape.
Jasper will definitely read to you until you fall asleep. It could just be some news article on his phone, but that southern drawl puts you right out.
When you’re asleep, sometimes they’ll just watch over you for a while. They just admire how your chest rises and falls with your breath and how your eyelids shift when you dream and then they totally fuck again in the other room while they wait for you to wake up
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Imagine being the only one who can help Jasper with his bloodlust
warnings : swearing, mentions of blood and injures
— ‘tis short
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Series of golden eyes around the Cullen house widened, the scent of pure natural and desirable human blood wafting almost teasingly into their senses.
Some in the house were better at control than others.
Carlisle Cullen gritted his sharpened, pearly white teeth— his gaze flickering over the younger vampires, whom he considered family, worriedly.
Jasper Hale widened his golden eyes, feeling his fangs elongate from their place hidden in his gums, rushing over toward the bleeding Isabella Swan who was quickly hidden by a on edge Edward Cullen.
“Someone get y/n.” Rosalie shouted in anxiousness, helping her husband in holding back the raging younger vampire who was completely lost of his morals and merely focusing on the scent of fresh blood.
Esme gnawed on her lower lip worriedly, hastily escorting a tempted and equally as distraught Alice out of the room with her husbands quick nod of permission.
The door to their house slammed open loudly and a hurried, obnoxiously loud ‘whoosh’ was heard and you were immediately next to them, face contorted in a anxious expression.
Rosalie let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of you, her best friend, and she offered you a quick smile which you returned with a falsely flirtatious wink— forever trying to lift the gloomy mood if one ever occurred.
Instead of focusing on the very prominent and extra sweet smell of blood which was continuously weaving itself around your scenes, in a teasing and malicious sort of dance that you forever despised.
However, it was easier to ignore your own temptation when your lover was in need of help.
“Jasper, love.” You soothed immediately rushing over to stand in front of him—your cold but soft hands cupping either side of his face as his unfocused eyes slowly sank back into reality the longer he remained in your calming presence, it grounded him. You grounded him. “It’s alright, you’re okay my love.”
The relentless thrashing the blonde was doing in an attempt to get the blood from Isabella’s wound, died down. His tensed muscles loosening and relaxing the longer you had your arms wrapped around him, pressing kisses to his cold forehead and muttering reassuring words into his ear.
Rosalie and Emmett took a fleeting moment to share a heartfelt smile before they dashed off, the burning in their throats—the pure agony riddled aching, becoming a shit ton more prominent the longer they stayed in the same space as Isabella.
You gently tried to remove Jasper from your embrace but he whined in objection, stuffing his face back into your chest and wrapping his arms tighter around your body.
You chuckled quietly, the aching in your throat making the action hurt massively. So with a quick kiss on Carlisle’s cheek you sped yourself and Jasper out of the room, the blonde still clinging onto you like a lost child who needed comfort.
Isabella, Bella as she preferred, had her lips parted at the scene. The stinging in her arm from the quite large cut evaporating from her mind —she wanted that with Edward, and so yeah she was mildly jealous, but there isn’t much she could do about it. Edward was.. Edward and she was .. well herself so they probably couldn’t have something as real, as true and as openly affectionate as that.
And hearing the faint sound of you and Jasper sharing a passionate kiss upstairs, then presumably Jasper whining at the loss of contact —she was almost green with envy.
But haven’t you heard Isabella? Jealousy provokes wrinkles.
Involved: edward cullen, emmett cullen, rosalie hale, jasper hale, alice cullen, esme cullen, carlisle cullen
Synopsis: bella's cousin & her first meeting with each of the cullen's. (witch reader, pastel goth reader)
Warnings: sexual harassment
can be read at pre- alice x reader x jasper
You met the youngest of the Cullen’s first.
It was your very first week living in Forks, and the it had been spent warding your new house from evil and casting odd looks toward the coven of vampires that attended your school.
On the night that you first met, you sensed him the second his feet landed inside your cousin’s bedroom, feeling him snooping around your surface thoughts like a nosy old woman.
You stood in the kitchen, mug of herbal tea in hand, lit up by the full moon shining through the window. Come downstairs, you thought at him, over and over, and when you turned around, he was standing there, watching you.
His expression was curious, but not the least bit wary, which was the opposite of what you wanted. “What are you?” he asked, eyebrow raised in an almost cocky manner.
“A witch,” you replied.
“Ah,” he said, with an air of somebody who wasn’t the least bit surprised.
“I like you,” you told him, in no mood for games, “but if your teeth go anywhere near Bella, I’ll knock them down your throat.”
He smiled, self-deprecating. “Your voodoo won’t work on me, I’m afraid.”
“It’s not voodoo, it’s witchcraft,” you snapped, watching his perfect marble expression crumple as you forced the thoughts of every person in Forks into his head. “And you should be afraid.”
Edward staggered backwards, and then left the house completely.
When you bumped into what felt like a mountain in the school library, you spat out nasty words as you gathered your books from the ground.
You looked up, expecting some neanderthal from an upper year, and instead came face to face with the biggest vampire you’ve ever seen.
“Easy, pal,” he laughed easily, his huge chest rumbling.
He grinned down at you and moved past you with ease, a hand on your shoulder as he went so as not to knock you down again.
The interaction left you confused. Your jewellery didn’t blast him into smithereens, which could mean one of two things: your enchantments need strengthening, or these vampires aren’t as dangerous as you once thought.
Either way, you renew the enchantments the moment you get home.
After spending all night performing rituals to bless and protect your new home, standing at your locker at 7am under the blinking fluorescent hallway lights was the last place you wanted to be.
You just wanted to get done with the day, maybe talk to Bella about the English homework on the ride home, and then go to sleep. It was the thought of that after school nap that kept you standing, hoping the day wouldn’t be too bad, when—
“Fuck, man, look at those legs. I’d love to—“
You whipped around, the rest of the boys disgusting words ringing loud and clear through the near empty hallway.
Near empty, because the boy was clearly focusing on Rosalie Hale, who stood at her own locker just opposite you.
Her steely amber eyes were locked onto the boy, jaw clenched, and you knew that if you’d heard the nasty comment then the vampire definitely had.
You clenched your shaking hands, a white hot rage burning in your chest.
When Emmett turned the corner on his way to Rosalie’s locker, it was to find a teenage boy huddled in on himself in the middle of the corridor, sniffling and whimpering to himself, directly between her and you.
Rosalie was staring at you with both surprise and irritation, and you were staring at the boy, face pink with fury. Instead of asking questions Emmett gently guided his wife to their next class, leaving you and the boy behind.
Later on, in the parking lot, as you passed the big Jeep and shiny Volvo on your way to Bella’s truck (dubbed by her The Thing), the blonde called out to you.
“I had it handled.”
“Yeah, no shit,” you returned with a scoff.
They stared at you, and you stared back. A coven of vampires vs one teen witch in a parking lot full of humans. It was tense, to say the least.
“What did you do to him?”
You pondered on a lie for a moment before dismissing the idea.
“Nothing a few years of therapy won’t fix.”
With that, you walked away.
When the blond boy sat next to you in history class, you weren’t surprised, but you weren’t exactly pleased, either.
You saw your emotions in the air, swirling around you both rather than just you, and looked at him in surprise.
“You looking to partner up, pardner?” You asked dryly when he looked back coolly.
Luckily, he seemed to read (understand? feel? how does his gift work?) the humour under your words.
“If you’d find that acceptable, ma’am,” he replied, exaggerating his accent for your amusement.
You turned to him fully, squinting. His eyes, always black when you’d seen them, shone a dark murky gold colour.
He must have sensed the confusion, because he answered with a wry smile in a low tone, “your blood, unlike the others here, is more repelling than tempting.”
You hum, amused. “So I’m a mudblood, if you will.”
Jasper stared at you blankly.
You sniffed, turning to face the front. “Never mind.”
The next time Jasper sat beside you in history, he mused out loud, “isn’t mudblood a slur of sorts?”
Your eyes snapped to his, surprised and interested. “I’m allowed to say it, you’re not,” you quipped.
“Well, if you’re a… muggleborn,” you snickered, “does that mean that you’re the only person in your family who has your… talents?”
All amusement fell from your face. You leaned forward, and Jasper’s spine straightened even more at your anger.
“Just because you know Harry Potter references does not mean you know me, or my family.” You leaned out of his space, still a little irritated, and asked, “what do you want our topic to be for the project?”
“The Cold War, if you wouldn’t mind darlin’.”
And that was that.
Later on, you’d find out that her family could no longer convince Alice to stay away from you.
You were actually talking to Jasper about your project, just coming out of history, three weeks into you stay in Forks when you spoke to her for the first time.
“The Cold War was nothing but a pissing contest! And the confederate army was disgustingly racist!”
“I agree, darlin’, I’m not defending their actions, I’m just saying, I don’t think Mr. White will appreciate—“
You stopped in the doorway, surprised, sensing vampire and psychic before actually seeing her.
Alice threw her arms around you, bringing you into a shockingly cold embrace.
Your jewellery didn’t turn her to dust, which spoke for her innocent intentions just fine, but the contact still had you uncomfortable, stiff in her hold.
“We’re going to be so close, I just know it,” she said into your ear before pulling away, beaming at you.
“Well, if you just know it,” you said dryly, eyeing her unsurely.
“Oh my God, move,” somebody behind you huffed, pushing past you roughly.
Alice steadied you with more strength than somebody so small should have, and Jasper blinked unnecessarily as he felt a seed of paranoia began to grow in the person who’d shoved past.
You smiled grimly, and he understood where the seed had come from.
“Bye Jasper,” Alice blew him a kiss before stealing you away, leading you very gently by the hand down the hallway.
“I know that whatever you’ve foreseen makes you think this is okay, but I’m not quite there yet,” you gritted out, trying to tug your hand from her stony grip.
“Oh, right.” Alice seemed sad but understanding, letting go of your hand and keeping her arms firmly to her side. “I forget that sometimes, especially because my visions of you are so blurry. Thank you for reminding me!”
“It’s whatever,” you muttered, staring at the floor.
“So, would you like to come over this weekend? You can stay! Oh, never mind, you don’t like that idea, maybe another time. Instead you can just come over for a while, work on your project with Jas, then we can watch some movies.” She paused, tone soft and hopeful. “Would you like that?”
“I… what? Why do you want me to come over? I’ve been nothing but rude, you idiot.”
“Because, Y/n.” Alice looked at you imploringly, as if willing you to understand something you couldn’t comprehend. “You’re important.”
Your eyes widened at the heavy, blunt statement. You’ll get it eventually, and look back on this moment and laugh, but right there, stood in the school hallway, staring at the little vampire in front of you, you couldn’t have been more confused.
“Anyway, I’ll see you Saturday. Or not! It’s up to you. But please come, it’ll be a lot of fun.”
And then she skipped away.
That Saturday, after scrying for the Cullen’s home with a shard of glass and stealing The Thing without Bella’s without permission, you eventually stood outside the vampire’s lair.
Though, it could hardly be called a lair when it was so open and beautiful.
You allowed yourself only a moment to admire it before knocking at the door. It opened the second you pulled your hand away, a gorgeous woman standing there with a warm smile.
This must be the mother, Esme, you realised with an inward grimace — mother’s, especially the ones that lived in Forks, didn’t tend to like you.
You watched as Esme took you in; the pink and lilac in your choppy, self-cut hair, the clash of pastels against black clothing, the odd assortment of rings, necklaces, and chokers, and then you watched as she smiled brightly at it all and welcomed you inside.
“It’s lovely to finally meet you,” she said, taking your coat. “My children — Alice, mostly — haven’t stopped talking about you.”
Said vampire stood directly behind her mother, grinning at you impishly. You raised your eyebrows at her. “That’s… nice.”
It was 8am. Your energy drink had yet to kick in. You were stood in a strangers home filled with vampires about to attempt a stupid fucking history project you hadn’t studied for. It was anything but nice.
Jasper strolled into the room at a slow pace. You tried not to snort at his attempt at acting human.
“Hey, pardner,” you greeted dryly before looking at Esme. “I brought some stuff. Was hoping I could make myself some tea. If that’s okay.” You couldn’t imagine yourself being rude to this woman.
“We bought some tea and coffee for you,” Alice said excitedly, “Esme wanted to make—“
“My tea is special,” you interrupt, not wanting your herbs to go to waste. “You can, uh, help. If you want,” you address Esme’s disappointed face. “Or I can just… not make any. That is also an option.” Not one you wanted to be considered, though.
Luckily, Esme offered you a bright smile. “That sounds wonderful. You two can go clean the mess you made of the living room. Y/n, I’ll show you to the kitchen and you can show me how to make your special tea.”
As she led you to the kitchen you turned and, very maturely, stuck your tongue out at the couple behind you.
Alice didn’t hesitate to do it back, and Jasper’s smile was unmistakable.
It took barely five minutes for you to get distracted and start telling Esme about everything other than how to make tea.
She listened and watched intently as you handed her the poppet she helped you make, telling her, “So if you put it near the flowers with the intention, it’ll bring good luck to your husband.”
“Because of the energy you put into it?” Esme guessed.
“And you,” you replied, excited by her interest in your craft, “it wouldn’t work with your energy alone, but your energy is still in it, mingled with mine.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” an unfamiliar voice noted, and suddenly a man, tall and blond, was at Esme’s side, planting a loving kiss against her cheek. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/n. I’m Carlisle Cullen.”
It only struck you then that all of the vampires in the house had probably been stuck listening to you name all of the properties of lavender and all of the other more boring aspects of witchcraft for an hour.
You cringed inwardly and tried to give your best I’m polite I swear smile, which came out as more of a grimace.
“Yeah, hi,” you returned lamely.
He chuckled. “I would love to ask questions about some other herbs you may know of, but I don’t think I can keep Alice from the kitchen any longer.”
“It was a valiant effort, Doctor,” you sighed, before waving at the couple and ducking out of the doorway. “Bye, I guess.”
“Goodbye dear,” they called fondly.
As soon as the project was complete Alice dragged both you and Jasper into the living room, (which was spotless, leaving you to wonder exactly what kind of mess was there in the first place) a collection of movies spread out on the table.
“Harry Potter, Wizard of Oz, Hocus Pocus, The Witches… Alice, what the hell?”
A booming laugh came from upstairs, and then Emmett was in the room, handing you a bowl of assorted candies.
“This is gonna be great,” he grinned, settling himself into an armchair.
Rosalie came into the room, looking irritated. She clearly didn’t want to be there.
“Torture,” you muttered, glaring at the movies as if they’d personally offended you. The blonde took one glance at your expression and settled onto Emmett’s lap with a smirk.
“It’ll be great!” Alice protested. Mischief sparkled in her eyes, and you didn’t need her power of foresight to know you wouldn’t be getting out of this.
Watching movies about witches with a witch was an informative experience, which is obviously what they’d been hoping for, as slowly the rest of the family trickled into the room to observe every scoff or scowl that came from your direction.
It was Emmett who asked the first question. “So, can you do that?”
You turn to him, eyebrows raised. “What, rip my face off? No, I can’t.”
“What about casting spells?” He punctuated his question with wiggling fingers, snickering like the question was silly.
“Of course I can,” you huffed. He only laughed. “What, you don’t believe me?”
He grinned, shrugging. “Well, I never said—“
“Give me some of your hair then.”
“What?” He blanched.
You remained deadly serious. “Well, if you don’t believe me, you won’t mind giving me some of your hair then, will you? What I do with it shouldn’t concern you, y’know, since I can’t cast spells or anything.”
“What can you do?” Alice asked, saving her brothers dignity. Her amber eyes were wide and curious. “My visions surrounding you are so blurry, especially when it comes to your… gifts.”
You frowned, unsure if you should answer. “I mean—“
“What did you do to the pig in the hallway?”
You look over at Rosalie. She didn’t seem judgemental, only wondering, and a little wary.
“I planted paranoia.”
“So, you’re an empath, like Jasper,” Edward assumed.
“No,” you and the empath said in sync.
You began to squirm a little in your seat. “Listen, I really don’t think—“
“You knew I had visions before anyone said anything about them. And Edward told us what happened in your kitchen,” Alice pointed out, non-accusingly.
“Who would we tell?” Jasper asked in response to your anxiety.
You pressed your lips together for a moment, let out a sigh, and then started talking.
The questions mostly came from Edward, Carlisle, and occasionally Jasper at first, but eventually began to get sillier as Emmett got involved again.
“Can you fly on a broom?” He asked, laughing.
You leaned forwards, smirking. “I don’t need a broom to fly.”
The room burst with noise and question, and you grinned at them all, finally content for the first time since coming to Forks.
Headcanon: Jasper being clingy and loving your warmth
At the beginning of your relationship, Jasper was a little hesitant to touch and hold you, too scared that he could lose control and hurt you but after a while he realized that he would never hurt you, even if you were to bleed right in front of him you’d be safe from him, he realized that you are able to calm him down, you are sort of like his anchor.
The longer you are together, the more affectionate he gets, holding your warm hand in his, keeping his arm around your shoulder, or his hand on your waist. In class you would sit together and he would keep his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your clothed skin.
He loves to hug you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head while holding you close to him, he loves the way you’re so different from him. Your skin is hot, even burning his cold skin sometimes but he doesn’t care, he finds comfort in the feeling, he loves to feel your skin on his, knowing that your heart is still beating, your blood pumping through your veins making you feel warm and alive is what gives him comfort.
Your warmth almost makes his heart beat again, he feels calm, comforted and safe when he has you in his arms. There is not even one worry when he’s with you.
The first time he really holds you is when he sneaks into your bedroom late at night after you sent him a text message, asking him to come over, he didn’t even hesitate and was at your window in the matter of a few seconds, startling you as you didn’t expect him to be there this quickly. Putting your hand on your chest, you try to calm your breathing after hearing a knock on your window, looking towards it, you find Jasper smirking at you as he opens your window, climbing inside “did I scare you?” He asked with a smirk on his face. You chuckle at him “yes you did, Jas.” You say as you get off the bed, walking towards him, he immediately pulls you into his embrace, kissing your forehead, you sigh as you lean your head against his chest “I missed you, Darlin.” He speaks, pulling you even closer. “I missed you too, can you stay with me tonight?” You ask, looking up at him to stare into his pretty, golden eyes. He looks into your eyes “are you sure?” He asks, he has yet to spend the night, you know he doesn’t sleep but you still want him with you, knowing that you would feel safe in his arms. You nod and lean up to peck his lips “yes, please stay.” You whisper. He smiles at you and leans down to kiss you “alright.” He whispers.
You feel a little shy at first, not having cuddled with him before makes you feel unsure of how you should be around him, while you did kiss and hug or even make out, you haven’t really cuddled before, so you felt a little nervous and he could feel it. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he pulls you to the bed, he lays down first, pulling you down, he makes you lay on top of him, with your head on his chest and his arms around your body, holding you close to him.
He feels how flustered and shy you are, nervous to fully touch him as you haven’t shared this experience before but he quickly replaces that nervous feeling with a calm one.
You end up talking for hours that night, kissing and touching each other softly before you drift off to sleep, safe and protected in his arms.
He rubs your back gently, looking down at your sleeping form, he admires all your beautiful features, touching your warm cheek softly, he kisses your forehead with his cold lips carefully, making sure to not wake you.
After he spent that one night with you, it quickly becomes a habit, he loves to hold your sleeping form in his arms, being with you, admiring you while you’re dreaming of sweet things makes him happy.
He loves your warmth so much, he adores it about you. Even though he doesn’t get cold, he still loves to feel your hot skin against his, always touching you but making sure that you won’t get cold from his touch but you always assure him that you won’t get cold, you even love it.
You love his cold skin just as much as he loves your warm skin. For some odd reason it even gives you a feeling of comfort, making you feel warm inside, his embrace makes you feel safe and at home and he can feel it, he can feel how safe and calm you feel when you’re with him, making him feel emotional. He never thought that someone as precious as you could love him but you do, you make him feel loved, important and cared for and because of that he grows more and more attached to you.
He hates being without you, he hates not feeling your warmth when you aren’t there, he gets grumpy and anxious when you aren’t by his side, all he feels is the cold and the darkness. You are his sunshine, the one that provides him warmth and safety, with you he feels alive again so he needs you by his side, constantly.
You realize just how much he needs you when you come back from a trip with your family. Having to spend three days without him was torture, spending the nights without him was weird, you’d gotten used to sleeping in his arms, feeling his cold skin on yours, his tight grip around you made you feel safe and the past few days it’s been missing and you weren’t even able to sleep without him so the first thing you did when you came back home was to call him and ask him to come over that night to which he agreed right away.
The second he came over he immediately hugged you, mumbling how much he missed you as he held you to his chest tightly making you chuckle. He was clingier than usual and you loved it, feeling that he needed you just as much as you needed him made you feel so loved.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” He whispers when you’re laying in bed, in his embrace. “I didn’t leave you, Jasper.” You chuckle as you look up to meet his eyes, seeing the genuine, soft look in his eyes, leaning up, you brush his hair away from his face and lean in to kiss him. His cold lips moving against your warm ones makes your heart flutter as he pulls you in closer, making you straddle his waist. What starts off as a sweet, innocent kiss turns into a heated make out session, his cold hands touching you everywhere, getting rid of each other’s clothes, his cold hands touch your naked, hot skin making the sensation of his skin against yours even better, you enjoy his cold touch as he enjoys your warm one.
He loves how your body heats up and your skin feels hot when he touches your naked body, making you feel good with his cold touch.
At the beginning of your relationship he was insecure about his cold touch. While he loved your warmth, he was afraid that you would hate his cold touch but you didn’t, you loved it just as much as he loved your warmth and it made him feel safe, loved and accepted. His love for you grew stronger and stronger each day. He knows that some day you would ask him to turn you and he dreads that day, he will miss your warmth, he will miss holding you and feeling your warm skin against his but he knows that can’t stay that way forever and he knows he will turn you, he won’t be able to live without you, you're the love of his life, his mate and his life. So for now he cherishes every moment he gets to feel your warmth.
Wanna Bet? (Cullen Family x reader)
You winced and made a face at the cup of dark red liquid in your hands and glanced around at the eager faces encouraging you to drink. No, it wasn’t red wine, unless you asked the seven vampires who surrounded you, which to them, it probably would be. “Go on, Y/N, just one sip. If you don’t like it, you won’t have to drink it again,” Esme’s calm voice reached your ears. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this. And did blood always look this..thick?
And is it supposed to? You tried to gaslight yourself into thinking that no, you’re not about to drink blood, but a very red smoothie that only looked like it. A very red, very warm smoothie that you left out. You knew that if you stood there any longer, you wouldn’t ever do it, so, without thinking about it you brought the cup up to your lips and without sniffing it, you took a tiny sip. There; now it’s over and done with, although you’d never drink it again. It was terrible, and you tried so hard not to gag and spit it out.
“Oh god, that shit’s nasty. I can’t believe I actually did it.” Edward had gotten you a glass of water so you could rinse your mouth out; you swished your mouth out with half of the water and gulped the rest down. “Well Emmett, it’s time to pay up. You now owe me ten thousand dollars,” Jasper said, smiling as he did so, and Emmett walked up the stairs, muttering about how it wasn’t fair when Jasper had the advantage of Alice’s vision. “What are you going to do with ten thousand dollars?” you asked although, you already knew: Alice would use it to take you on a day long shopping spree, but knowing her, she could probably spend that much money in only one store in less than an hour.
“So, I already have the perfect outfit in mind..” And she proceeded to tell you outfit inspiration that involved thigh high stilettos, form fitting shirts and crop tops and makeup ideas. “Hey Alice? Let’s just take it slow okay? We’ll start with the basics and go from there.”
a/n: sorry this took so long, and that it’s so short. work has been an absolute bitch
A drabble requested by @kyla-hale-blog
Character: Jasper Hale
Prompt: Height Difference
Warnings: 18+, short human! reader, misuse of powers, established relationship, smut, praise, minors DNI
Word Count: 403
You’d just wanted to grab something from the top of the cabinet. But you couldn’t remember what it was. Not after Jasper had snuck up behind you as you climbed onto the counter, his hands gripping your waist while a wave of arousal crashed over you.
“If you needed help reaching something, all you had to do was ask, darlin’,” his cold lips had whispered against your ears, hands sneaking up your thighs under your dress. “You could have fallen, hmm? But you do make such a pretty little picture up here on your knees, finally my height.”
He chuckled when his fingers found your damp pussy unhindered. “Can’t do these things to me. Ya’ know I can’t control myself.”
You felt his icy tongue burrowing into your core a second later. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, you clutched the cabinet door in order to not fall.
Jasper knew you better than anything else in the world. The moment he’d managed to control his blood lust, he spent months learning your body. Hours mapping your body until you were a babbling mess.
And that was before he’d started using his powers.
His favorite pastime was watching you squirm across a lecture hall as he edged you without a single touch.
“Don’t fall, darlin’,” he teased, scrunching your dress up to your hip so you could see his golden eyes sparkling devilishly beneath you. “Be a good girl and keep yourself up.”
It didn’t take long for you to quiver, lewd moans filling the kitchen as his tongue worked on your drenched sex. When your legs clenched around his head and your body shook in orgasmic bliss, he continued well past the point of overstimulation until he pulled a second out of you in painful pleasure.
“Did so good for me,” he said, pulling away. Air rushed past you and you were in his arms, legs dangling beneath you as he held you around your waist.
With a shrike of surprise, you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned as you pressed against the bulge in his pants.
One of his arms reached between you to undo his zipper. He leaned down and nuzzled the spot just below your ear. “Such a breakable little thing you are.” The tip of his cock teased at your slit, hitting your sensitive clit and making you whimper. “Make such perfect noises for me when I ruin you.”
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What pet names or nick names would the cullens use for their significant other? :)
a/n: Yes of course! Thank you so much for sending requests, if you are the same person, it made my day when I arrived from the store!
Pet Names The Cullens Would Use
Carlisle would use standard, yet romantic, names.
“My love” would certainly be his favourite.
Especially when he greeted you whenever you, or he himself, came home from work.
“My love, I’m home!” And it’d follow with a warm smile, and a kiss on the forehead.
Or, “My love, you’re home!” And he’d get up from wherever he was seated at, and go over to you and bring you close by holding your waist, then kissing your forehead, then your cheek.
He’d definitely use “Dear”, too, but less often as “my love”.
I certainly feel like he’d stick to the more “Darlin’, I’m home!” Sort of 50s family sitcom stereotype.
“Darlin’” is said by him about 63 times a day.
“Darlin’, look at this,” he’d say as he showed you something.
“Darlin’, come here,”
“I miss you so much, Darlin’. I can’t wait for you to get back.” He’d say as you both were on a phone call, distanced from the other.
His accent makes it so much better and smoother.
Imagine him feeling *needy* and he’s just like,
“Darlin’, I- uhh, need ya for somethin’.”
oh my god
Alice has a more bubbly personality, so I feel like she’d switch up the pet names every once in a while.
One month, it’d be: “Sweetheart”.
The next it’d be: “Baby”.
The one she’d use the most would have to be “Honey”.
You’d asked her about it, why she’d call you that out of all of the names she’d given you, and she responded with:
“Oh, no reason, you’re just my honey :)”
Literally the cutest <3
Probably not into nicknames, it most likely reminds her of her ex-fiancé.
However, she’d call you a shorter version of your name.
If your name was too short to be shortened, she’d call you “dove”.
The definition for dove is; “Bird Of Peace.”
Whenever you come into eye-range of Rose, she becomes instantly happier, you are the light of her life - her escape.
As demonstrated with Rosalie in the first Twilight film, during the baseball scene, he used “babe”.
“Babe” is simpler for him to say; it’s one syllable, and goes along with just about any sentence.
And he looooves dragging it out to get something from you.
“Baaaaabe! Please? Just one more match?” He’d say after a wresting match.
Or, “Baaaabe, please?” For just about anything.
He’d occasionally use, “Baby”, whenever he wanted a little change in his everyday life, and a raised eyebrow from you, wondering why he changed it all of the sudden.
Probably would use some dumb shit like “Pookie” or something.
After an argument, let’s say, and you’re ignoring him;
Edward crossed his legs as he sat on your bed behind you. You had your back facing him and you were reading a book to clear your mind from the small argument you and Edward had just a few moments prior, but also just to ignore him. Ignoring him was such a difficult situation with Edward, because he could read every thought that passed through your brain. “I know you’re still thinking of me.” He whispered, his chin resting on his left hand. You continued to ignore him further, giving Edward a feeling of aggravation and frustration. He smiled mischievously as he scooted closer to your frame, your eyes drifting of the page you were on for a moment attempting to see what he was getting at. He rested his chin on your left shoulder blade as he brought his hands up your back, then trailed them down to your hands. You had dropped the book on your lap moments ago, forgetting even why you were mad at him as he entangled your hands with his, his chin still resting on the blade of your shoulder. “Hey,” he began, gaining your attention before your eyes fluttered closed. You hummed to him as a response, your mind still a little foggy. “You’re my pookie.” Your eyes snapped opened and you turned to face him, “What?” You said, attempting to feign your smile. “I said, ‘you’re my pookie.” Edward repeated himself as he brought a hand of his own to your jawline, bringing your face closer to his. You chuckled, so quiet that if Edward didn’t have his hearing enhanced, he wouldn’t of heard it. “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know.” He’d say as he brought your lips to his.
Would keep it short and simple like “love” or “my beloved”.
She would absolutely adore you .
“My beloved, I made you (favourite food) for dinner.”
“Love, I have a new book for you to read.”
Absolutely would treasure you for the rest of your eternal lives.