Ik this isn’t part of the prompt but can u plz do a eclipse Jasper x human reader whenever she can feel her anxiety worsen or even a panic attack about to start Jasper uses his ability to calm her down (since he can manipulate emotions/moods) and he usually does it by talking to her and kissing her gently🥹😭
summary; jasper eases your anxiety and kisses away all your worries.
warnings; fem!reader, reader w anxiety, soft, soft!jasper, jasper uses his gift on reader but it’s sweet, pure fluff! no use of y/n
Jasper's rasping Southern lilt pulls you out of your haze; he can feel the rushing thrum of your pulse beneath your skin, the way you tense and burrow further into the comfort of the blanket that’s loosely draped over your shoulders. You're vacant, eyes glassy and unfocused despite the lively chatter of the Cullen house, the raucous booming of Emmett’s voice and Rosalie’s quiet scolding that follows as the rest of the family talk animatedly. This upcoming fight has everyone on edge and it’s evident in your stance, the way you curl up small on the couch and wring your fingers until they flush ruby.
"Hey, sugar," Jasper murmurs, a finger hooking over your cheek to draw your gaze to his own. It's a miracle he can stand to be so close to you now, almost desensitised to your scent, the warmth of your touch, the ravenous hunger that claws at his throat when you're close. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, carving lines into the soft skin when your eyes meet his.
"Hey, Jas."
His icy lips are on your cheek and you soak up his touch, resisting the urge to lean into it as you really want to, still cautious of overwhelming him. The sense of calm that washes over you feels artificial, the only indicator that the feeling isn’t quite your own, but rather the emotion that Jasper is weaving into your frazzled nerves as the anxiety untangles like yarn and dissipates. The crushing thunderstorm is reduced to small, sweeping waves that lap at the corners of your mind but no longer engulf it.
You accept the feeling regardless of its origin, your muscles uncoiling as Jasper strokes slow lines over your cheekbone. Your eyes track the swish of his blond tresses when his head dips further, the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek, and one golden eye that watches you right back.
His mouth ventures to the corner of your lips and you feel the imprint of his smile as you giggle and your features scrunch with unbridled adoration. It’s a rare display of such emboldened affection from him and you’ll be damned if you don’t wring him for every ounce whilst he’s willing to offer it.
All background noise melts away when he catches your lips between his own. You gasp a sweet little noise into his mouth and he swallows it greedily; the feel of his cold fingers on your cheek brands you, leaving a lasting tingle that reminds you that you’re his and his only. He nips at your bottom lip, the ghost of a laugh echoing against your mouth when you whine and cant your body towards his, wanting, needing, to be close. His forehead stays anchored to your own when he draws himself away.
"You’re beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful girl."
The cadence of his voice alone is enough to have you going soft and pliant in his grasp, tired eyes watching his every move as he nudges your chin upwards and presses another gentle peck to your mouth.
"Everything’s gonna be jus’ fine, okay?" he coos, gathering you up and into his arms in a way that has you biting your lip to suppress a whimper. "And then we’ll have forever, my darlin’."
"You promise?" He almost laughs at your question, but he hears the warble in your voice, feels the tightening of your fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, and he knows you need the reassurance. Something white-hot lights in his chest, fondness and something deep and primal all mixed into one— the urge to protect you always, no matter the cost, even if the world burns to ashes. He’ll protect you always.
"I promise." He sits back until you’re tucked beneath his arm, pushing stray curls out of your face as you nestle into the crook of his armpit. "Why don’t you sleep for a little while? You need it."
Suddenly the ruckus of the Cullen house dulls in your ears, your only focus on the blond you’re tucked against, his fingers curling around the blanket to pull it flush to your frame. The last thing you register is his arms tightening around you as you doze, and an arm hiking you into his lap when you go limp against him.
okay I was watching eclipse with my friends who havent seen it before and we got on the topic of vampire sex, as you do. we've come up with some interesting discourse
if there are trans vampires who haven't gotten surgery pre transformation, can they trade? its discussed how vampires can be torn apart and put back together with saliva/venom, so can they just steal someone's dick, lick it, and stick it on? can they Frankenstein themselves? I think a dick would be easy but adding a vag would be more difficult but maybe not impossible. you could just swap out cup sizes for what suited you. got a guy with a nicer dick than you? just rip it, lick it, and stick it!
we also talked about edward being a perfect Mormon boy and never jerkin it in his hundred years. part of Edward's fear around sex with bella is that he doesnt know what happens. maybe his dick will explode like a male bee and it'll be like shrapnel inside her
The Twilight Saga: Eclipse, Bree Tanner —Aesthetic (Requested)
Bree Tanner's Character & Personality
Bree was born in Las Vegas, Nevada, but lived in Idaho most of her life. As a human, she was a quiet and withdrawn girl who felt isolated from her peers due to her father's abuse. Eventually, Bree was turned into a vampire by Victoria at age sixteen and became part of the Seattle newborn army. There, she found her mate, Diego, and had a friendship of sorts with Fred. Bree didn't like being a vampire, though she had grown used to it. Although she was allied with the army, she was merely playing along for her safety because no one told her about vampire laws. Bree even feared wooden stakes and the sun until she learned they couldn't harm her. She was also able to see through some of Riley's empty promises and was always careful not to draw unwanted attention to herself. Oftentimes, Bree would pretend to read to stay out of trouble. However, she would occasionally steal from bookstores at night to keep herself occupied during the day when she was bored. For a newborn, Bree had some amount of maturity and a great amount of blood self-control. Despite this, she was executed. In the film, Bree was terrified of death. Meanwhile, she wasn't fearful of death due to Diego dying in the book.
