Your Twilight crush headcanons were so good! Could I have one for Jasper please?
Jasper Hale falling in love with you :
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- You thought Edward was keeping his distant ? Try Jasper.
- It would be extreme. Just a whiff, a glance of you and the intensity of the emotions he felt, and it almost sent him across the room. It's been so long since he felt his own emotions as strong as he does without experencing it through someone else.
- He doesn't come back in months. You had no idea it was because you, you weren't paranoiac thankfuly. The board of the schools was about to expell him completly. However, he did come back after a long talk with Carlisle and the promise that Alice will not leave his side.
- His 'father' thought it would be good way to build his resistance to the call of blood, and his siblings by his side it would certainly be easier.
- Obviously it wasn't. Jasper is as stiff as a board anytime he feels your presence. Jasper doesn't really see you as a person at first, more like a threat. To everything he had managed to build. His resistance, control, peace...
- But you didn't know, how could you ? The only thing you noticed about him was the way her sister, Rosalie, would usher him away anytime you entered the room. It didn't offend you, not really, just made you... perplex.
- It almost made him laugh. Oh you were perplex were you ? So was he ! He had no goddamn idea why he felt such a strong pull. You weren't his singer, thankfuly for you otherwise you would have been dead from the start.
- Then why in the seven rings of hell would he feel this way then ? So fidgety, so eager to touch, to gaze upon your direction anytime he could and just... get closer to you ?
- It lasted for about a month, but during that time he started to pay closer attention to you. Studying was strangely... calming. Despite your behaviour. He liked watching you get excited for a show you really wanted to watch or finally saving enough money to buy the ipod you wanted.
- Your livelyness brought out his own. He wasn't as expressive but he felt almost... eager to face the next day.
- Jasper watched how you brighten up when you see your favorite desert in the cafeteria. So any time it is served, he would grab one, of course not eating it and placed it on your table when you were distracted.
- But it was something else that made the young man's heart melt for you. Something unexpected.
- You see, somedays were harder than other for Jasper. Flashbacks, anxiety would plague his thoughts, dragging him down to meet his darkest needs. And as if to punish himself, he would drag himself through pain, as best as he could.
- Running into trees, rocks, mountains, distracting himself from his gruesome nature. He ran all the way to Seattle, rain pouring down, drenching him to the bone. Miserary clawed at his back, his legs and heart, making tumble against a wall in a random street.
- People passed by, and thankfuly the wet concrete restrained his nose enough to not attack anyone, but nobody stopped to help either.
- It reminded him the time he spent after the Southern vampire war. Once again alone, with no one he could reach for help. And he didn't. You did.
- "You're okay ?"
- His eyes darted up to him suddenly at the sound of your voice. Both of your gaze softened as you recognized each other. You held an umbrella above his head, neglecting your own self.
- Jasper didn't respond, you didn't hear his voice that night. You didn't know how to help... so you gave him your umbrella left him and hummed. "I'll call your father, okay ?"
- Disbelief coursed through as he watched you kneel beside him as you called the hospital to warn Carlisle and waited with him until Esme came to pick him up.
- He watched you the whole time. The droplets of water caught in your curling lashes, your slow breathing making your chest rise and fall reminding how human you were. But this time the knowledge didn't light his hunger, it made him thankful. Thankful you were alive, well and healthy and here by his side.
- It made him both feel incredible joy and warmth and a nagging sadness and dread. If anything were to happen to you-
- The moment the thought grazed his mind, his hand reached out and pulled you to his side. How foolish he had been. Of course he had to fall for a human. Life had never been kind on him, now have it ? But maybe he could suffer through it easier now... if you were a part of his life.
- You two waited this way, cheeks dusted in a delicate pink as you kept your hands tucked on your lap, not knowing what to think. But for that moment, it didn't matter.
- You two kinda pretented it didn't happen. On your part you weren't sure how to adress it, as for Jasper... He was just way more focused on you to really about what happened. He enthralled by you, completly enthralled.
- From now, you were his angel and he was dead set on making sure you felt nothing but happiness.
- He still didn't talk to you but now he was a gentleman through and through. He opened doors for you, reached for a book on a high self for you, bringing you your bag when you forgot it, followed you home.
- It would be a lie to say you didn't notice his intentions. You caught him bringing you cake, you caught his glances, you caught the way he would take this hallway over any other just to brush passed you. You were bubbly, not daft.
- Obviously, Jasper's power came in handy when making sure you content, safe and happy. It brought you to your first real conversations.
- It was right before an important test. You were stressed out of your mind, not mastering the subject at all. Sitting on a bench in the school yard, you tried knock your lessons in your brains an hour before facing the real exam.
- That's when he approached you. Gently, to not worsen your state by an unwanted fright before standing in front of you.
- "You're okay ?"
- And the same you comforted him, he stuck by your side. Jasper didn't want to alter you emotions, tho he yearns to make your happiness a certainty, he knew you deserved sincerity and control over yourself.
- "It's okay to be unsure sometime... but you're bright as candle light, you'll do great." He smiled, knowing and warm. His hand gently envelopped yours and his thumb caressed your knuckles.
- You noticed the worrying coldness of his hand but didn't mention it, instead choosing to drink in his reassurance.
- The test went way better than you expected and now spending time with Jasper was now more easier too.
- The previous awkard atmosphere was gone, you two laughed together, studied together and spend most time out of school together.
- He learned how you enjoy watching stars but how here in Forks the clouds restricted that hobby. So, with little care for his recent neglected hunger, he decided to guide you above the heavy clouds, up in the mountains, at night.
- However, Jasper, in his devoted affection, forgot to eat. And god... your blood smelled so good. His self control had be surprisingly irreprochable but this time he was just so hungry.
- His feet carried him to you slowly, stalking you. Seeing you turning around didn't stop him but his eyes focused on yours.
- "Jasper... your teeth..." He heard your voice as his precious angel stepped back slowly, clearly scared.
𝒥asper isn’t the kind of jealous that shows itself loudly at first. he’s quiet, sharp, a slow burn of tension that coils in his chest the second he notices someone’s eyes lingering on you for too long.
it’s subtle, the way his jaw tightens or his hand ghosts against your lower back, anchoring you closer without even realizing he’s doing it.
he’ll play it off as casual, but underneath he’s burning with the urge to rip the attention away from you.
his empathy makes it worse. he feels people’s attraction to you, their interest, their lingering desire like a physical weight pressing into him. he feels it before you even notice and it makes his entire body go rigid.
that’s when the desperate possessiveness really sinks in: because jasper isn’t just imagining it, he knows when someone is thinking about you the way only he should.
in public, especially around strangers, he’ll stay very close. the lightest brush of his fingers against yours, guiding you through a crowd, keeping you tucked in his side. it’s protective but with an undercurrent of desperation, like he’s terrified someone might slip you away from him if he lets go.
if you ever pull away from him in public, even for something small, like moving your hand to grab something, he’ll instantly feel a sting of panic. he’ll never voice it in front of others, but later, in private, he’ll admit in a low, almost ashamed voice:
“don’t let go like that again, darlin’. you hear me? you don’t do that to me.”
if you ever laugh at someone else’s joke, jasper feels it hit him like a punch in the ribs. not because he doesn’t want you happy, but because he can taste the smugness, the spark of interest from the other person.
and when someone flirts with you, jasper doesn’t say much. he doesn’t even have to.
one dark look from those golden eyes, sharp and warning, and suddenly the air feels suffocating around whoever dared speak too sweetly to you.
they walk away pale, unsettled, without ever realizing jasper was pressing fear into their chest until it overwhelmed them. he won’t admit it out loud, but he uses his gift to push people away from you if they get too close.
you notice it most in his silence afterward. how his gaze lingers on you with something raw, almost painful. like he can’t breathe until he hears you reassure him that you’re his.
“you don’t even see it, darlin’,” he murmurs, voice tight. “the way they look at you. drives me near insane.”
he isn’t proud of it. his past taught him the dangers of letting his instincts win, but when it comes to you? his control frays. he can’t stand the idea of losing you, of someone else even imagining touching you.
sometimes he gets so desperate it slips into his tone. low, pleading and rough. “just… tell me you’re mine. please, remind me before i lose my mind.”
at night, when it’s just you and him, all that tension unravels into an almost aching tenderness. he’ll hold you tight against him, arms wound firmly around you as if to ward off the entire world.
his lips press into your hairline, whispering in that soft southern drawl: “don’t leave me, sugar. i couldn’t take it.”
around the family, he tries to keep it hidden. he doesn’t want to look weak or unstable. but they notice. the way his eyes follow you across the room, the way he subtly shifts so you’re always within arm’s reach. alice teases him, but the truth is: his yearning runs bone-deep.
he loves when you wear his clothes. it quiets that aching burn in his chest. seeing you in his shirt or jacket makes him feel like you’re marked as his, even in a world where he can’t exactly bite you without consequence.
when you reassure him, touch his hand, look him in the eye or say his name, it softens him instantly. it’s like pulling him back from the edge. he lives for those moments of grounding, where his desperate possessiveness eases into quiet devotion.
but deep down, jasper knows: he’d raze the earth before he let anyone take you from him.
I really wanted to get done chapter three but I'm graduating this week so heres a small treat I wrote high and horny a few weeks ago instead.
Backshots
Jasper hale x fem!reader smut | MInors DNI
rough sex, porn w/o plot, p in v, belly bulge.
Bent over the plush comfort of the mattress, your legs strained to keep you upright. The tips of your toes were barely able to graze the cool wooden floor beneath you. Jasper surrounded you. His scent, his voice, his body. The weight of his chest pressed into your back, sinking you deeper into the soft linen. They smelled like him too. All that ran through your mind was him him HIM. Your mind was muddled with nothing but Jasper and the way he felt inside you, against you. A strong hand held your hips in place as he pounded into you. Deep, strong strokes pushing into that special bundle of nerves over and over, sending shockwaves through your body with each thrust.
His groans reverberated, deep and guttural through his chest, rattling against your spine. Jasper’s other hand gripped the sheets with fervor, displaying the whites of his knuckles. You held onto him, nails digging into his wrist, desperately searching for an anchor. Each thrust of his heavy hips had you seeing stars and gasping like the air had been forced from your lungs. You could feel each breath he took against your neck, staggered and shaking with the fulfillment of his own pleasure.
You shiver when his tongue darts out to trace up the column of your nape. Gently, he scrapes back down your delicate skin with his teeth, a low growl pushing through the lewd sounds filling the room. You feel him falter at the feeling of his teeth on your pretty throat, fighting so hard to stay under control. Jasper's lips follow back up your neck once again, soft, slow kisses pressed lovingly into your skin. Almost like a silent apology. His kisses trailed up toward your ear, pausing when he reaches the shell.
For a moment he’s silent except for the huffs and moans that fell from his lips as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“You have no clue-“ he draws lowly, pulling out slowly until just his tip is left nestled in your warmth, “how much,” he emphasizes with one powerful thrust, hitting that precious bundle of nerves perfectly, “you’ve been torturing me today darlin’.” Jasper rolls his hips into you, kneading his tip against your sweet spot. That alone has you squeezing around his cock, more slick dripping between your already messy and sticky thighs. Earning you an almost feral growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. It had him pummeling into you once again at the same mind numbing pace, with his nose buried into the crook of your neck. Your scent was intoxicating, he could smell that subtle shift in your hormones. The shift that left the warmth of your cunt dripping and aching for touch, you were ovulating. It had been driving him mad all day, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. He could feel every ounce of arousal that radiated from you.
His thrust became rougher, slamming into you hard enough you could hear the bed scrape the ground as it shifted. Your moans that filled the space becoming loud cries and sobs as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your mind so clouded the only thing you could think of was him. Nothing could be better than hearing you moan his name. It made his aching cock pulse with need.
Your legs kicked and your thighs trembled as you felt that familiar tightening building in your stomach. You hadn’t realized just how much you had been writhing and squirming until the arm that you had been holding onto curled around your abdomen. You were pressed tightly against his chest, unable to move, taking each rough stroke off his cock against your walls. “Oh~ no you don't, sweetheart, no running from this.” His weight pushed down against your back while his palm pushed up on your womb, feeling how he bulged inside you. Stars danced behind your eyes while your hips pushed back into Jaspers, your body tensing and shaking as your orgasam raked through your body. You finished with his name on your lips, crying out for Jasper as he fucked you through the high. He whispered praises and sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing small soothing circles into your hip. His thrusts easing to a slow sensual roll of his hips. His own body shook as he came, pressing you against his cool body as much as possible, his low growls becoming animalistic and feral.
Jasper's lips began to kiss your neck once more, slow and soft. “Take your time darlin’, catch your breath.” He cooed. His hands, despite their gentle touch, rubbed your body with need. Down your neck and along your spine, messaging the flesh of your ass and thighs. His other hand rubbing up and down your stomach, sometimes pushing up against his cock that still rested hard inside you, rubbing the spot in tight circles. Despite him telling you to take your time he was ready to go again.
✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!
✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)
✭ QUOTEV VERSION
✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST
✭ CHAPTER THREE : The Storm
Tension filled the air as Bella confronted the newfound presence of (Y/n) in Edward's life. She blinked in disbelief, her voice quivering as she stammered, "My love? Since when did this happen?"
Edward, sensing the impending storm, attempted to walk away with (Y/n) and even gestured for her to go inside. But (Y/n) was resolute and didn't budge. She glared at Bella, her voice dripping with ice, as she asked, "Who are you?"
Bella retorted, her tone growing defensive, "I'm Edward's girlfriend, and who are you?"
(Y/n) didn't waste a moment, showing off her ring with a fiery glare. "I'm his wife."
Bella's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. The words hung heavily in the air, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. She looked to Edward for help, but he maintained a blank expression.
Sensing Bella's vulnerability, (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. She stepped forward, poking Bella's chest with each word, her voice seething with righteous fury. "You've got some nerve showing your face around here. You made your grave; now lay in it."
Without waiting for a response, (Y/n) turned away from Bella and walked over to her husband, Edward. She looked deep into his eyes, her love and passion evident, and then, she pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. It was a declaration of their bond and a clear message to Bella that she was no longer a part of Edward's life. Bella watched them with a mixture of jealousy and regret, realizing that she had lost Edward. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. With a huff she yanks over her car door looking back at the couple, “I’ll be back later Edward,” and with a slam of the door she pulls out of the Cullen’s drive way.
Emmett the ever so innocent “viewer” in all this snorts, “Women am I right?!”
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Inside the house, (Y/n) had stormed in, seething with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe that Bella had shown up and disrupted the peace she and Edward had found together. She muttered to herself, unaware of the growing intensity of her emotions.
"How could that wench come here and think all would be fine and dandy?" (Y/n) ranted, her voice filled with exasperation.
Unbeknownst to her, the lights in the house began to flicker erratically. The others in the room exchanged puzzled glances, noticing the unusual phenomenon. Emmett, always one to comment on such things, blurted out, "Yo, what's up with the lights?"
Edward, realizing that it was (Y/n)'s powers reacting to her emotional turmoil, excused himself and made his way to where she was venting her frustrations. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and whispered soothing words, "Love, it's going to be okay. Please, try to calm down. Your powers are reacting to your emotions."
(Y/n) took a deep breath, her anger gradually subsiding as she focused on Edward's calming presence. The lights in the house gradually steadied, no longer flickering. She turned to him, her eyes filled with remorse for causing such a disturbance.
Edward reassured her, "It's alright, my love. We'll figure this out together. Bella is no longer a part of my life, and you are the one I choose to be with. I love you."
(Y/n) nodded, her anger giving way to a sense of relief and the warmth of Edward's love. They held each other close, finding solace in their bond, and slowly the tension in the house began to dissipate.
As Edward held (Y/n) close against his chest, her anger continued to simmer. She mumbled softly, her voice filled with frustration, "I just don't like it. How can she come back here thinking she would be welcomed with open arms? After hurting you? After unknowingly hurting your family?"
Edward kissed her forehead gently, trying to offer reassurance. "It's okay, my love. We'll work through this."
But (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. Her emotions surged, and as she shouted in frustration, a light bulb above them suddenly burst, scattering glass fragments on the floor.
Startled by the sudden noise, Alice, who had been observing the situation from the doorway, took a step back. She glanced at the shattered light bulb and then at the two of them, her eyes wide with surprise. With an uncertain smile, she said, "I'll just come back later," and quickly walked away, leaving Edward and (Y/n) alone to deal with the aftermath of this emotional exchange.
As (Y/n) pulled back from their embrace, her guilt about scaring Alice was evident in her eyes. She whispered, "Oh no, I scared Alice. I have to go apologize."
Edward gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "No, what you need to do is calm down, love. Alice will be fine. She's a vampire, remember?"
(Y/n) wasn't easily consoled. She replied, "That doesn't mean I didn't frighten her, supernatural being or not."
Edward couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter resonating in the room. "That's what I love about you, my dear."
(Y/n) playfully smacked his shoulder, her worry still evident. "This isn't a laughing matter, Edward. I used my powers unconsciously, and look, I even broke that poor, innocent light bulb."
Edward continued to chuckle, the sound of his laughter filling the room. "You're right, love, but it's just a light bulb. We can replace it. Besides, I’m sure Alice will understand.”
(Y/n) sighed, unable to resist a smile at her husband's laughter and reassurance. She realized that even in moments of turmoil, his presence had a way of calming her, and she felt grateful for the love they shared.
Just watched the twilight movies for the first time (i only watched the first movie a few years ago) and daym Jasper is one eye candy when he doesn't look like he's having constipation or talking about colonization
(i need to hear his southern accent am i the only one that played that one 'yes ma'am' scene on repeat? Also him and Alice make my bisexual tingle)
