prof!ryland where reader is falling behind and ry offers extra credit HEHE
extra credit with him is SO rare. i think he only really does it for students who absolutely need it and have come talk to him. so i think if he noticed you start falling behind, at first he is so worried.
he’ll have you come in during office hours and starts asking you what’s wrong—if school is too much, if anything is happening with your family, or maybe you’re having a hard time with friends. when he figures out the why, he’s very quick to offer up extra credit.
and i do think it’s ACTUAL extra credit, too. like it’s some extra work on what you’ve fallen behind on, he gives you a week to do it. he checks in on your work when you’re done and i think it just escalates.
he’ll have you sitting in his office chair, its raised up enough that he can comfortably fit his face between your legs from where he’s kneeling in front of you, and he’s making you explain everything to him. later when he’s putting in the grades, you’ll notice your extra credit is a little more than originally planned.
Listen imma need about 12 more rocktiz x reader x ryland nsfw or not l, like I really like the way you write them and would love to see more from you
anon ilysm have some four armed rocktiz x grace x reader ideas.. <3
rocky helping you and grace move into your new home in the biodome
“So weak- need Rocky to do everything,” he grumbles, carrying a stack of heavy duty boxes no doubt filled with more miscellaneous stuff from the lab.
“I could have gotten those!” Grace comments, trailing behind holding a box of his own.
“Could not have. Rocky must get.”
“You know- we would be moving a lot faster if someone wasn’t busy staring.”
“I am not staring!” Your head snaps to look at him.
“Um yeah you were.”
“I was.. appreciating. You look very good holding all those boxes Rock.”
“Yes. Rocky know, help Grace please.”
hugs!
Rocky’s favorite thing to do is come up behind you and wrap his bottom arms around you! He’ll use the other two to either stop you or help you with whatever you’re doing..
reading while he wants attention? He’s grabbing the nearest item that can be used as a bookmark and plucking the book from your hands. Trying to reach something Grace put on the top shelf? He’ll hold your waist and reach up to get whatever it is you wanted easily.
Group hugs with Grace are also very cozy- if he’s hugging just you and Grace gets within reach he’s grabbing him and wrapping you both in a nice warm embrace.
“I have class in like- 10 minutes..” Grace speaks up from behind you, just loud enough to be heard over Rocky’s soft humming.
Neither of you reply verbally- though Rocky squeezes both of you impossibly closer at the mention of Grace having to leave.
“Too tight Rock—“ your face is pressed up against his chest, one of your hands taps his back to get his attention.
“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles before continuing to hum softly, the vibrations gently rumbling your body.
You can feel Grace’s chest expand and deflate with a sigh, knowing that he wasn’t getting to class anytime soon.
during sex
He’s a menace. Every single hand is going to be used—
One is holding your waist down, keeping you from bucking your hips. One is fingering you nice and slow, making sure you feel every stroke. The upper two are busy too- with one holding your hand while the other is two fingers deep into your mouth, feeling around your tongue.
“Feels good, question?” He takes his fingers out of your mouth to let you respond, smearing even more spit onto your lips.
“Mmhm- feels good.”
“Good, good, good,” he says under his breath, using his thumb to “wipe off” your lips..
and when Grace is thrown into the mix?? That’s another body with two more hands to account for… I just know being Eiffel Towered by them would be perfect- Rocky using his lower arms to keep your hair out of your face and cup your cheek.. and the upper two are grabbing onto Grace as they messily make out…
what are the geese like with a reader who goes nonverbal
i have been having a time (and by a time i mean i have gone nonverbal) so i wanted to help myself cope by imagining my geese, my little goslings, being nice to me lol
driver: honestly, if you're going nonverbal he's probably doing it right along with you. takes you home from whatever event and turns on a comfort movie on a low volume back at your shared apartment. neither of you speaks and it's exactly what you needed.
ryland grace: since this man has barely any control over his own mouth, he doesn't totally Get It at first. probably things you're just mad at him. but then you explain and he's just like oooohhhhhh. does research on it. asks you lots of questions in order to fully understand what you need from him in those moments. after he has gathered the proper findings, he is so so caring the next time you go nonverbal. getting you a little treat, explaining to others, setting you up with comforting things.
officer k: especially if you're his partner in the LAPD, he takes over the reigns of an investigation where you usually would. questioning suspects. talking with other officers on evidence. picks up...not your slack. he never calls it that. picks up where you left off. gets your work done so you don't feel even more overwhelmed.
lars lindstrom: you saw how he was with bianca. just...the fucking sweetest!!!! whispers to you so softly when you're in a social setting. tells everyone you talk to in the most normal way that you don't feel like talking right now, and knows you so well that he can mostly respond for you. but when you want him to tell someone something, all you gotta do is tug on his sleeve, and he bends over so you can whisper in his ear.
holland march: another man who does not understand what is going on for a while. doesn't understand when you go to your bedroom and close the door, needing quiet and silence even from yourself. so when he joins you awhile later with a big ole sundae to share and an apology for something he didn't do already scripted, you explain. He gets it. he wishes his mind would shut up like that with alcohol involved. leaves you to it with a melting sundae and a very awkward dad smile.
colt seavers: imagine you are at a wrap party. imagine getting overstimulated and going nonverbal during the middle of it. you're standing next to colt, who is deeply engrossed in conversation with someone else, and you just go quiet. he's a pretty social guy so he doesn't notice for a minute. but when he does? he's asking if you're okay and leading you away to a more secluded corner of the party. setting you up with a water and giving you some earbuds he carries around just for occasions like this. and he doesn't leave your side the rest of the night. people come up and talk to him still but he doesnt leave you. not for one second.
sierra six: after a particularly rough mission (maybe one where you go undercover as a couple) you go nonverbal in the aftermath. sitting by yourself, zoning out, trying to regulate. six isn't much for emotions or for a lot of talking in general, but when he notices you like that he does sit with you. no touching. no talking. not expecting anything from you. just company. you appreciate it more than he knows.
sebastian wilder: he sees you getting overstimulated at the club from across the room. his significant other waitress with shaking hands and a frazled look in their eye. you're giving clipped, short answers to customers. you don't want to be rude. you're trying not to be, but your brain and body can't take the jazz and the chatter any longer after pulling two open to closes in a row. seb pulls you to the side and offers you a pair of earplugs and a "15 minutes. then you can head out. i'll cover for you." you could cry and you almost do as you throw your arms around him.
Contents/ Warnings: mentions of extreme stalking , harassment , sexual content , mentions of voyeurism; stalker Scott is a creep. Day to day Scott is a sweetheart. Age gap (five years Scott is 30 Reader is 25)
SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT
MDNI
💋This man has taught himself to write with his other hand. You work with him. You’re gonna recognise his handwriting. Not with his other hand though.
💋He knows you’re a deep sleeper. Sometimes he just likes to watch you sleep… maybe he’ll get up and make himself a sandwich in your kitchen. Don’t worry baby! He’s gonna clean up after himself !! And maybe steal a pair of your underwear for later.
💋He’s normally a dry texter. Not on his burner phone. He got that just for you. If you don’t reply to one message he’ll message again. Please don’t ignore him:(
💋He loves loves watching you touch yourself. It’s not exactly his fault. You left your curtains open slightly. Maybe he’ll even film it for himself for later to jerk off over.
💋He once saw you hooking up with someone, waited until he left and you were asleep.. Stole your phone and messaged him … that you’re not ready for “no strings” and that you don’t wanna see him anymore. That guy’s not good for you baby… he is !
💋Uh oh… he’s upset you. Flowers at your door!! A gift card to your favourite place. He’s sorry oh he so sorry. Please take his money… not enough? Take some more. Go on. Please….
💋He kinda likes seeing you scared. You look like a lost little deer. But you come to him at work? He’s gonna hold you. Tell you it’s going to be okay. Nothing going to hurt you if he’s around. Even if he’s the one doing it all. His intentions aren’t to hurt you. He’s achingly hard over comforting you while you talk about it.
💋He’s a completely different person at work. Stern but sweet. He’s your superior so you can’t get away with everything! But you’re learning. You trust him. … how silly. He’s older than you by five years. You’re 25. He’s 30.
💋He knows your routine. Better than you do in fact. Where you are. What you’re doing. When you’re doing it. The exact shower gel you use. What you’re allergic to.
💋He once saw you napping at work on the way back from a chase in the van, He abused his privileges using the storm par cameras to take a photo of you. Sent it to himself after downloading and deleted it. Swore to himself he would never do it again.
💋He could just ask you out. But that’s too much. He’s not ready for that conversation. Loving you from afar is more than enough for him for now.
💋You had a work night out with the storm par team? That’s okay!!🤗. He’s gonna walk you home. And keep you safe from that big scary man making your life hell. No girl should walk alone when they have a stalker right? He’ll drop a message on his burner phone. “Did you get home okay?? Who’s that guy you were with?”While you’re messaging his normal phone number thanking him for being such a gentleman. 🥰But now you’re scared that it’s gonna impact your work life. More reason for him to comfort you.
💋Takes advantage of the fact that everyone at storm par has life360 for safety reasons. He knows where your friends are. Knows when a house is unrecognisable. Who the fuck are you with?
💋Yknow know he loves you right? … right?.. RIGHT?? that’s okay. He’ll show you 🥰🫶
More coming soon???
*cricket chirps*
Uhm. HI:)) first time writing something a little darker ?? I think I’m gonna do this as a mini series like rockstar clark where it’s mini stories but it all links in?
You take your first step down the isle and hes already crying, eyes red and rimmed with fat tears. He's actually been crying all day, unable to stop ad everything reminds him of you. The white of the clouds is your dress, the flowers are your favorite colors, your family that looks so much like you, you friends that talk about you all day. Everything is you and he finally gets to spend the rest of his life with you.
Vows are hard for him, he can barely speak coherent enough in front of the crowd, but he manages, stuttering and crying while hold both of your hands. Later that night he whispers them to you more steady, vowing to keep you safe and love you for as long as he lives.
Of course, Lars isnt much of a partier, so the reception is small and short, filled only with close friends and family. There you dance all night, wrapped in each others arm as he whispers devotations to you. He feeds you cake and drinks, insisting on doing everything for you- a notion you ensure to return in full.
Later that night, once everyone is calm and you and Lars are in a hotel, he takes you silently. Removing your clothes gently with shaking hands, he kisses your body, leaving trails of spit as he goes. On he knees he worships your cunt slowly, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you. Only when you're trembling and overstimulated, does he move up, capturing your lips as he slips into you. That night, he promises to give you children, holding your legs above his head as he fucks into you with desperation.
Its not long after you reveal to Gus and Karin that you're expecting. The whole town parties at that.
It Was Your Idea Babe, No Really You Came Up With It.
Morty- "Y/N, why does Rick always take you to fun places?"
Y/n- Oh, that's because I use subliminal messages.
Morty- What do you mean you use subliminal messages? There's no way that works on Rick.
Y/n- Of course it does Morty, how else do you think I got him to take me to Choco Fun Land.
Y/n- What you think I asked nicely? Rick needs to think he came up with the idea, if he doesn't then no matter how much fun he's having ,he's going to act miserable just out of spite.
Morty- So how do you do it exactly? I mean I've never seen you bring up these places or like leave out brochures.
Y/n- No no, that's to upfront. You have to be really subtle with Rick.
Morty- OK so how do you do it? I want to learn so I don't have to be dragged around to all those awful place.
Y/n- OK, well first off you have to be ready to spend months doing it.
Morty- Months!
Y/n- Yeah months, if you act to eager about a place then he's gonna pick up on it and you can kiss whatever fun adventures goodbye.
Morty- uuuuuuhhhh fine so months of work.
Y/n- So first thing your gonna do is scroll around on your phone for awhile and half heartedly mention whatever place you want.
Then you don't bring it up for a week or two, unless a commercial or something about the place pops up organically.
If that happens just say something like "Oh that was the place I was telling you about."
After that two weeks bring up something that you find interesting about the place.
Just do that for awhile and look up stuff about it on his computer or cell so he gets ads.
Morty- OK so act casual, wait awhile in-between bringing it up, and leave a digital trail so he gets advertisements.
Y/n- Yup that's pretty much it. Eventually he'll start to bring it up so you won't have to work so hard on being subtle.
Mort- Wow thanks Y/n, I can't wait to start tricking Rick into taking me places.
Rick- Y/N!
Y/n- Why are you yelling I'm right here.
Rick- DID -Uuuurp- YOU TELL MORTY TO SUBLIMINALLY MESSAGE ME!
Y/n- No, why would I tell him to do that? that is such an awful thing to do to someone.
Rick- He said that yo-uurp-u do it to get what you want so he should do it to.
Y/n- Rick you know I'm not OK with manipulation and subliminal messages is a form of manipulation.
Rick- Yeah your right he probably picked it up from Jerry.
Y/n- He definitely did.
Y/n- Anyway on a completely different note, did you know that the Ezon network had a massive botanical garden?
Can we add a praise kink somewhere there like if Lars does care about the comments (not that he’d ever explicitly say so) reader just takes her sweet sweet time w praising him and peppers kisses everywhere and runs her hands everywhere and OUGH
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Oh EXACTLY!! God you always send the best concept like this second wrinkle in our brain is getting so deep and thick and crinkly and fat and juicy
Lars getting upset because someone said something mean when hitting on her and called him a loser or brought up Bianca or something and Lars gets realllyy down in the dumps and just keeps repeating in his head that's he's a loser and shouldn't be with her and she's like "baby :(( stop. I love you. You're so handsome. So good to me. You treat me so well. And you're so smart, so kind," she starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pressing kisses down it until she's on her knees in front of him as she kisses his tip and tells him how good he treats her and how handsome and beautiful and sexy he is before she's gagging on him and her hand is reaching up to rest on his chest or hold his hand WOWOWOWOW
And almost may I present...
Her sitting in Lars' lap 24/7
Like if there is an open seat she literally doesn't care because she's going to sit on her big strong tall beefy man's lap either way
Like they are over at Karin and Gus' house for a glass of wine and even though the whole couch is open she is sat on his lap with one arm around him and her glass of wine in the other
At a party she's in his lap
She just always wants to be right in his lap
Using/ writing my ideas/ headcanons/ intellectual property without proper credit will warrant an immediate block :( plagiarism is a big deal!
No I haven’t even finished reading the ask yet but I just Bianca neuron activation I had a thought
I’m thinking of baddie reader as an alt baddie kind of how Bianca came in the box and the dudes in the town are kind of making fun of him for having “a type” and being misogynistic and Lars doesn’t really REALLY see an issue w it because Bianca was real to him yeah fuck he does have a type
But then he turns around to you and you’re like crying and turns to leave because you feel objectified (fuck men) and even tho Lars doesn’t really get it yet (you’ll explain later) he just starts giving the guys a stern talking to before running to follow you out the door
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Omg I was not picturing her like that I was picturing her like a cunty maybe 2000s bombshell sort of type like kinda like the 2000s VS angels type if you know that era LOLOLOL but I LOVEEEEEE THIS wowowwow
Lars is clearly neurodivergent and he has an issue with social queues so he is just like not getting what the guys are insinuating and he's like "yeah! She's so beautiful isn't she :)" while they are being like total assholes and she's so confused why Lars is even entertaining this let alone letting this slide
Suddenly when he sees you with your compact out as you try to powder puff your tears away and softly whimper suddenly he's turning back to the men and you are in suck shock now because you've NEVER seen Lars angry let alone yelling (????) at people??
And it's overwhelming so you just walk out as the weird inappropriate comments replay in your head
Lars is chasing after you ready to wipe your tears and kiss your cheeks to make it all better 🥹🥹
Using/ writing my ideas/ headcanons/ intellectual property without proper credit will warrant an immediate block :( plagiarism is a big deal!
☾ ⋆➜ Snuggled between Ryland's legs and he's careening his head onto your shoulder, looking down at what you're doing and making small comments, jokes or teases. His hot breath is against the your neck.
☾ ⋆➜ Perched in Holland's lap and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist. He's got a cigarette in his mouth, keeps him from kissing your neck 24/7. Not his fault you take it away from him and dive for a hungry kiss.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting next to Lars at church and your thighs are kissing from your proximity. His eyes keep looking at your hand in your lap, his fingers twitching. He wants nothing more than to grab, but he's not sure how.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting in the bed of Colt's truck, looking out at the desert night sky. Your legs are tangled under a thin blanket, all that's really needed as you're curled next to him as he boasts about the stunt he nailed today.
☾ ⋆➜ Straddling Driver in his car after climbing over the middle console. Your back is digging into the steering wheel, his gloved hands under your shirt and pressing into your skin so heatedly, like you're all he needs.
☾ ⋆➜ The neon signs of the city bleed into the slick pavement. K's not holding you, but his presense is solid beside you until he shifts to reach out, catching a raindrop on his fingertip as it trailed down your cheek, fingers trembling.
☾ ⋆➜ Court's body is a tense line of muscles sheilding you from the dangers of the outside world. One hand is braced beside your head while the other is on your hip, a silent, grounding pressure in the suffocating quiet.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting on a porch swing with Noah as the twilight settles, the humid air thick with the scent of foliage. His arm is draped along the back of the swing, fingers just barely grazing your shoulder, a teasing invitation.
Your head in Rylands lap, his hands running through your hair, at first just running his fingers through the strands—then, at the lightest scratch of his fingertips against your scalp, you lean into his touch with a soft sounds. Grace stills, head dipping downwards to try and see your expression.
“Everything good?” He asked. You nodded, and he felt your face heat up against his stomach. “Did you like that?” When you nod, refusing to speak as if you were embarrassed, Grace just tutted playfully.
“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” His fingers scratch and scratch a little firmer across your scalp, and you melt against him with tiny, content hums.
His fingers drift closer to behind your right ear, and you lean against his hand, desperate for more touch. He lets out an aww, and his other hand comes up to cover his smile.
“Tilt head like canine Earth pet.” Rocky suddenly pipes up, and you and Grace both jump slightly. His comment earns him a groan from you, muffled by Grace’s stomach.
“Stop it.”
Grace chuckles, and when he continues to scratch, you lean even further into his touch.
“I mean, you are kinda acting like a dog right now.”
You huff, and Rocky chirps in amusement at your embarrassment.
“Well, I guess you’re more like a puppy.” That causes you to lift your head from its spot.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question with a little pout. Before you got an answer from Grace, Rocky spoke up.
“Grace right. (Name) sleepy all time like small canine Earth pet, also irritable like one.”
Grace smirks down at you. “And cute like one, too.”
It’s hard to stop the blush coming from your cheeks. “So you’re not going to deny the irritable part?”
why is hail mary full of grace? why isn’t simon full of grace? why isn’t grace full of simon? why isn’t rocky full of grace? why isn’t grace full of rocky? why am i not full of grace???
just.... hear me out.... in the early stages of lars and reader trying to have sex, penetrating reader is too overstimulating ( they slowly work their way there.... ) , but the visual is too damn good to give up on... soo he ends up buying a strap to use instead.... still can love on reader over his clothing and make them feel good, but then he isnt in pain... and he still can use his mouth and hands so it really isnt a big deal!
This is actually sending me over the edge
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lars repeats like a mantra, oh so slowly pushing in and out of you as he hisses, tears pooling in his eyes. You nod, feeling emotional and overwhelmed yourself. It's taken months and months to work up to Lars even sliding inside of you. It was about four months until you even did hand stuff, six until you did oral, and now here you are, almost eight months in and he's finally inside of you.
The feeling is overwhelming, and amazing, but scary. Lars pulls out, wanting to sob. "I'm sorry." He sniffles. "I'm just. I can't." You nod, sitting back up and pulling the sheets up to cover yourself as you press your hand to Lars' back. At first he pulls away as a habit, but then he relaxes into your touch.
"It's okay, sunshine." You mumble, feeling upset too. It's taken so long, and you're worried Lars just isn't into you. You're more aware of his touch issues, and bag respected very boundary, knowing that he's the one you want to be with so you're gentle and slow with him as he builds up to touch you, and let you touch him like no one has before.
"Don't feel bad. It's okay." You whisper, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder. "It just scared me. And it was too overwhelming. I don't think I'm ready." You nod, softly exhaling on his skin.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me."
Six days later....
"I got a package today." Lars mumbles, a blank cardboard box in his hands. You look up from where you are sat on his couch, pulling away from the television screen. "Hm?" You ask, studying his face. He pinches his eyes shut, looking back at you. "I got a package today." He mumbles, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"Yeah? What did you order, sunshine? Were you up again watching QVC. I thought you stopped that." Lars blushes, shaking his head. Lars is very responsible with his money, but occasionally when QVC flips on the television he will be influenced to buy something random like a pan in the shape of all of the Midwest states for pancakes, or slippers that claim to be soft enough to replace allllll other slippers.
"No. I got something for... for you actually." He avoids eye contact, looking down as he talks to you. You peer up, a soft frown. "You didn't have to get me anything, Lars."
He nods at the ground. "I know but." He stops talking. "You can open it."
He hands you the package and you use a key sitting on the coffee table to open the tape, pulling out another box within the blank cardboard one.
You read it, the picture on the front alone making you pull back in shock. "You..?"
Lars looks at you for a moment to study you face so he can gauge your reaction to it before he looks away again. "What's this for?" He sways on his feet, pushing his hair back and rubbing his knuckles over his mouth.
"Last week... I wasn't able to....but I wanted to because I know it's good for you. So, I wanted to try that. Because... it's just too much for me."
You want to cry, and kiss him, and squeeze him so you can tell him how thoughtful he is. He went out of his way to do this in full consideration of you, knowing he's unable to do it again for a while.
You also want to tell him there's no way you're going to do this, that he doesn't need to do this for you, that you can be patient and wait for him.
"So, I thought we could try it."
He leads you to the bed, helping you pull your panties down until he's taking the strap on out of the box, taking a long time to pull it on as he struggles trying to figure out how it goes on.
Once he finally gets it on he kneels the bed. "I tried to get it close to mine.. because. I think maybe you liked it." You bite your lip to hold in a moan and wait for him to slide in.
It might not be him, but his thrusts and his rhythm and the way he's fucking you is absolutely perfect.
He looks down, watching the dildo slide in and out of you. He can feel himself getting hard as he watches it, knowing it's making you feel good. He imagined his own cock there instead of the fake one. Soon he'll be ready.
Okay my brain isn't working anymore I love you I'm sorry 😅
Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader
Summary: Jasper is a southern gentleman. He hates showing any sort of aggression around you, flashing teeth or using his strength. But you're human and you're fragile -- and not everyone acknowledges it. Some people (or wolves), he just has to correct.
Themes & Warnings: fluff, protective!Jasper, Eclipse era, slight violence, Jasper is such a sweetheart i love him <3
When you said you had the sweetest, most trusting husband in the world, it wasn't just a lie like other women told. You were serious. Jasper Hale was seriously the softest, cuddliest, most gentlemanly killing machine on earth.
Being the most protected woman in Washington or even in the world was a wonderful feeling. You never had any doubts in your husband, despite the horrible things you'd been through with him and his family. He treasured you, respected you, catered to all of your needs, and really was a perfect Southern gentleman, just like he'd told you he was the day you met him.
You'd just been married after being together for years. In fact, the plan was to turn you as soon as a solid window of time allowed. But, of course, danger and turbulence with Bella had disturbed your plans. You were still human and still fragile. You would've thought he was going to hover over you at all times, like Edward did Bella. But it was different. It helped that he could feel when you were scared or uncomfortable, but Jazz was comfortable at a distance, trusting you in your ability to identify a dangerous situation and be smart about needing help. And when you did need him, he eliminated the threat swiftly and effectively, reminding you and everyone else just how deadly he was.
The current threat was the newborn army. Most definitely organized by Victoria, it held a certain amount of weight, a palpable danger. Jasper had been tense lately -- he could feel the unease of everyone around him. And you, his human mate, were directly in danger, at risk of bloodthirsty newborns every time you were alone.
He'd recently decided that now, while things were so risky, you'd be by his side under constant protection. Knowing the threat and knowing Jasper's story, his experience with newborns, you didn't complain. You just followed your Major's orders.
Today, you were in the clearing, listening to your husband teach the family and the Pack about how to defense and offense. You couldn't lie, Jazz was dangerously hot like this.
Jasper Hale was never louder than necessary. He didn’t bark orders or boast about his skills. He simply moved and spoke with such controlled confidence that the entire clearing naturally stilled around him.
He stood at the center of the field, broad shoulders squared, golden eyes scanning everyone like a quiet commander taking stock. The tension in his jaw only made him look more dangerous. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, exposing pale, scar-marked skin that shimmered faintly in the weak light -- reminders that he'd lived through so much violence and survived.
His hair was windswept, messy from combat demos, strands falling over his forehead. Somehow, that only made him hotter.
When he moved, he was all precision: a blur of muscle and reflex, striking with the speed of someone who didn’t hesitate. He never wasted energy. Every movement was elegant, efficient.
There was something deeply attractive about the way he balanced that lethal force with his gentlemanly calm. He wasn’t showing off, he was teaching. Guiding. Protecting.
“Newborns don’t think. They react. You use that. Wait for them to lunge -- then redirect their momentum.”
“Don’t aim for the head first. You want the arms, the legs. Disable them. Then finish it.”
“Stay low, keep your center of gravity under control. Don’t rely on brute force if you don’t have to.”
“Speed isn't enough. You gotta predict. Anticipate. That’s how you outlast ‘em.”
“Rosalie, you’re telegraphing. I could see that from a mile off.”
(a soft smirk, drawing a glare from Rosalie)
“Don’t swing wide, Emmett. This isn’t a bar fight. That move would’ve gotten you killed a hundred years ago.”
He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t need to. That Southern drawl carried low and smooth, just loud enough to demand attention. You could tell he was holding back, like every part of him was wired to snap, but he was too controlled, too good, to let it show.
Watching Jasper fight was like watching a storm gather in the distance: quiet, beautiful, and inevitable.
Could be anyone. Wolf or vampire. They were quickly and strategically disarmed, usually with one move. It was like Jasper could tell exactly what they were going to do before they did it -- because likely, he could. He could feel whether they were cool headed, overconfident, agitated, restless. He was truly formidable. It was incredibly sexy to you.
Every once in a while, Jasper could feel your stares. He could feel your feelings of.. affection.. too. He tried to stay focused, his eyes locked onto whoever he was speaking to or whoever was swinging at him, but you could tell he knew. A crooked lift of his lip in a slight smirk would expose him.
Now, he stood facing off with Paul.
You'd never liked Paul. He was temperamental, cocky, arrogant and out of line any time you'd talked to him or been around him. But he was part of the pack and needed to be trained, so he was here.
Jasper could immediately feel your discomfort. His golden eyes met yours knowingly, reassuringly, in an attempt to soothe you. You felt yourself calm down considerably before you leaned back against the log, sighing.
He turned back. Paul was already snarling, fur prickling up in confidence and aggression. He hated vampires, whether they were fighting for the same cause or not. He wouldn't take it easy on Jasper, not that it mattered. Jasper never needed anyone to be careful, never needed to take it easily. He was almost sure that if Paul could, he'd go for the kill.
You swooned at Jazz. His face was still calm, staring down at the beast with anticipating eyes. Relaxed stance. He nodded, curving a hand to show Paul that it was time.
“Give it your best.” He said, one final statement, before Paul growled.
Paul lunged, massive wolf body coiled with muscle and teeth.
Jasper shifted just enough to the side, one pale hand shooting out to catch Paul by the ruff of his neck. He used the wolf’s own momentum to slam him to the ground, pinning him with one knee between his shoulders.
His voice was low, unbothered:
“Far too predictable. A newborn would've snapped your neck,” he said. “You need to think it through before making an attempt. You have to be better than them -- more patient, more measured.”
Paul snarled and bucked under him, forcing Jasper to release him. The wolf twisted, hackles raised, and launched again with a furious roar.
Jasper didn’t flinch. He waited, eyes cool, then sidestepped at the last second, hand flashing out to catch Paul’s foreleg mid-swipe. With a sharp jerk and a twist of his hips, he threw the massive wolf onto his back, sending him sliding into the treeline.
Jasper leaned in slightly, voice calm but firm.
“Again. But try learning this time.”
With a furious roar, Paul gave it one more shot.
He jumped into the air, not taking Jasper's advice, not thinking, but heading for the southern man full force. With an audible and disappointed "tsk," Jazz landed another blow, a final push, intended for teaching. The blow made contact, once again sending Paul towards the trees. He barreled into them, knocking two over.
Jasper turned around to the group, using it as a teaching example.
“That's why you have to think. Control yourself,” he explained, gesturing towards the direction he'd flung Paul. “They're stronger than you and far more excited to fight. Even more excited to kill. You can't be sloppy.”
While Jasper was explaining, Paul got angrier and angrier.
He hated being beaten. Hated being embarrassed. Hated being talked back to. And hated vampires.
You sat across the clearing, watching him get up from the trees. His teeth dripped with spit, a permanent snarl etched onto his glaring face. His paws were heavy in the dirt.
And the direction he stalked? It wasn't towards Jasper.
It was towards you.
He was angry, embarrassed, and wanted to teach Jasper a lesson by terrifying you. Of course, by pack law, he wasn't allowed to touch you. But scaring a vampire's mate seemed to be equal punishment for the embarrassment.
Your eyes widened as you straightened off the log. Paul got closer and closer, drool dribbling off his teeth and lips, looking positively murderous. He was now within five feet of you, paws crossing the grass in enormous strides.
Jasper’s voice faltered for half a second as he felt the shift in you -- the jolt of fear, sharp and cold.
His golden eyes flicked immediately to you, then the aggressive, snarling wolf right in front of your face. Less than five feet now, pushing you back, making you cower against the wood log.
Jacob spoke from behind Jasper first.
“Paul! Stop!”
It was too late. The damage had already been done. Jasper was angry now.
Jasper didn’t explode.
He didn’t shout, didn’t bare his teeth or make a scene.
He simply went silent.
So silent that even the wind seemed to still in the trees.
And in that breathless, deathly quiet, he moved.
One blink and he was no longer in front of the pack or your family. He was between you and Paul, standing nose-to-snout with the enormous wolf, whose growling abruptly cut short at the sudden presence of something far, far more dangerous.
Jasper’s hand shot out, not to strike, but to press, flat and firm, against Paul’s fur covered shoulder, holding him back like he weighed nothing at all. His voice came low and dark, quieter than anyone had ever heard it.
“Foolish dog.”
Paul snarled, tried to shove forward -- instinct, fury, shame. He didn’t make it an inch.
With one hand still on Paul’s shoulder, Jasper’s other came up in a blur -- grabbing the wolf by the scruff of the neck and slamming him into the earth with a crack of force that shook the ground.
Gasps, footsteps, and whining from the pack echoed behind you.
Jasper didn't look at anyone else.
“I gave you every chance,” he said, voice thick with venom now, words curling with Southern fire. “I trained you. I warned you.”
He leaned into the wolf's snarling face again, letting him snap and growl at him, unfazed. His eyes were deadly, but his face was relatively relaxed.
“You won't make it on the field if this is how you present yourself,” he hummed, squeezing tighter onto Paul's body. “I cared at first. But now?”
Paul growled and twisted. Jasper slammed him down.
“I'm almost certain this world could use one less insolent mutt.”
The threat in his words wasn’t shouted. It was drawled, cold and certain, landing heavier than any yell could have. Paul let out a strangled, furious snarl, thrashing harder beneath Jasper’s unyielding grip. Dirt and grass tore up under his claws.
Jasper didn’t even blink. His golden eyes stayed locked on the wolf’s, steady and unflinching.
“You think you’re ready to fight newborns?” he asked, tone dipping almost to pity -- almost. His fingers tightened just enough to make Paul yelp. “You can’t even manage your temper.”
He waited for the next lunge. When Paul tried to twist again, Jasper slammed him down harder, making the ground quake.
“You’re sloppy. Predictable. And worst of all?” Jasper dropped his voice to a harsh whisper.
“You’re willing to threaten something of mine to save your own pride.”
Paul went still beneath him at that. Breathing hard. Growling, but with a tremor that wasn’t all rage.
Behind them, the clearing had gone silent. The pack frozen. Cullens unmoving. Even the wind felt like it held its breath.
Jasper’s lip curled faintly, not quite a smile.
“Consider this your only warning.”
He held Paul down one second longer, driving the point home. Then he stood smoothly, brushing the dirt from his hands like he hadn’t just manhandled a half-ton predator into submission.
“If you ever step foot near her again,” he drawled, Southern lilt dark as pitch, “I’ll put you down myself.”
He let that promise hang in the frozen air.
Then he turned, utterly calm, and walked back toward you without another glance at the wolf.
His cold hands met your skin immediately, gently nudging you into a standing position and smoothing your clothes out. He searched you silently for injuries -- you prayed he didn't find a single scratch. Even if Paul hadn't done it, he'd still pay the price for it.
Jasper’s touch was careful, almost reverent, as though he feared he might hurt you just by being too rough. His cold fingers brushed along your arms, checking for any sign of bruising. He smoothed your hair back from your face, golden eyes scanning you with laser focus.
“Hold still for me, darlin',” he murmured, voice lower now -- gentler, but still taut with restrained fury.
You swallowed hard, letting him fuss over you. His thumb grazed your jaw, tilting your face toward the light to check for any marks.
Nothing. Not a scratch.
He exhaled, slow and shaky despite the careful control on his face.
“Good,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
His hands lingered at your waist, gripping you just enough to anchor himself. He didn’t look back at the pack, didn’t even acknowledge the others. For Jasper, in that moment, there was no one else but you.
As he felt you relax against him, Jasper’s hold softened even more. His thumbs brushed soothing circles at your waist, the cold of his skin forgotten in the warm hush between you.
“That’s it,” he murmured, southern lilt a low rumble only for your ears. “Easy now, sugar. I’ve got you.”
He dipped his head just low enough to press his lips gently to your forehead, leaving his lips there for a few seconds and letting his eyes flutter shut. Grounding himself. The tension bled out of him by slow degrees, like smothered coals on a fire being put out.
One of his hands drifted up to cup your cheek, wiping the startled tears from under your eyes.
“No more cryin’, sweet angel. He’s never gonna come near you again.”
Once you were sufficiently comforted, Jasper returned to the training session, but decided that he wasn’t going to do any demonstrations. For the rest of the day, you’d be by his side where he could focus on you.
However, Jasper was a practical and respectful man. A warning always came before he broke loose.
Jasper didn’t raise his voice or even turn fully away from you. He just lifted his head enough to look past you, eyes finding the pack’s leader with that glint of cold command still in them.
“Sam,” he called evenly.
Sam’s ears flicked forward in wolf form, body tense, watching every move. No one had much to say, just stared. Emmett and Edward watched cautiously, awaiting a fight to break out.
Jasper’s jaw flexed once before he spoke, his tone unyielding.
“You’ll be down a pup if you ever let one of yours so much as growl at her again,” he asserted, tone cutting through the air like a knife. “She’s human. If you’ve forgotten your rules, if you’ve forgotten the treaty, I can be your reminder.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Didn’t need one.
His gaze lingered on Sam another beat, making sure the threat was received in full, before he lowered his eyes back to you, all that deadly fire softening in an instant.
