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Just wanted to let you guys know that there are two pages on this app that like to troll and make very degrading stories about black readers! @/suckmuballs and @/whotookmynameareuserious these are two little white girls pretending to be black, who are MINORS.
For starters, im a black girl myself in case you guys didnโt know that. I find this very disrespectful and this is not my first time encountering something like this on an app built around community. So if you support me and follow me and you happen to find their accounts โfunnyโ???? Please feel free to block me or message me to have yourself removed.
I donโt play that weirdo and disrespectful shit, itโs not cool and I donโt fuck with it. Itโs 2026 and weโre still making trolling pages and lying out our age AND race to tear down another just because black girls and boys come on here and have to request for things to be inclusive. These are minors. Report them, do whatever. PLEASE SPREAD AWARENESS & REPOSTโผ๏ธโผ๏ธ
I havenโt seen any big accounts spreading awareness on this topic so please. Thank you guys, thatโs all.
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Just recently fellow in love with your COD content. May I ask for plus size soft/gentle dom reader with Kyle? The thought of kindly making him love on himself is sending meeeee. (Feel free to ignore if youโre uncomfortable with this request)
โ ๏ธBody issues (Gaz is a little insecure), hand job, mirror play, cute smut, plus sized black reader, little dom-sub dynamic, ownership play.โ ๏ธ
You catch him in the mirror before he catches himself.
Shirtless, fresh from the shower, towel slung low on his hipsโheโs frowning. Studying the scars on his chest, the stretch of his arms, the slope of his stomach like heโs cataloguing flaws instead of history. You lean on the doorframe, warm and slow, watching his eyes drag over himself with that quiet self-loathing he never quite says aloud.
โYouโre staring again,โ he mutters, not turning.
โI always stare,โ you murmur, stepping in. โCanโt help it when the viewโs this good.โ
He scoffs, a puff of disbelief. But you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist and press your soft, solid frame into his backโgrounding. His breath hitches. He always does that when you hold him like this. Like it surprises him every time that someone wants to touch him gently.
Your palms spread across his stomach, thumbs brushing just under his ribs. God you loved this stomach. Then your hands went to his arms, squeezing the muscles, trailing the veins. โWhat is it today?โ you ask quietly. โChest? Arms? Or justโฆ everything?โ
His silence is answer enough.
You rest your chin on his shoulder. โYou donโt see it, but I do. All of it. The strength. The softness. The way you hold tension like itโs duty. The way you look at everyone else with such careโฆand then turn on yourself like you donโt deserve the same.โ
He shivers. Not from cold. Everywhere is hot.
โI love this body,โ you go on, voice dipped in honey. โEvery part. Not just because it looks good when itโs pressed up against mineโwhich it doesโbut because itโs yours. And you are mine.โ
He turns his head, cheek brushing yours, and his voice is hoarse, smooth like chocolate. โYou really believe that?โ
You smile, lips brushing the shell of his ear. โI know itโฆdonโt you love my body?โ
He looked at your reflection like you were crazy- how dare you ask that question?? โWithout question.โ
You gave him a small smile, and hummed. You already knew his answer, he wasnโt shy about it, worshipped you every time he was home.. โIโm gonna ask you that same question again. But Iโm asking you this timeโฆ do you like your body?โ
This time- he did hesitate. There were days, days like this where he did feelโฆinadequate.
โSure.โ The answer was dry. Too dry. And you squinted your eyes at him, causing him to breathe out a laugh. โWe canโt have thatโฆI bet I can get a better answer than thatโฆโ
Then you kiss the spot just behind his jawโthe one that always makes him soften-and he turns in your arms so fast, like he needs you to prove it now, needs to feel how much you mean it.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, firm but not rough. โSlow down,โ you murmur, guiding him to turn back around to face the foggy mirror. โLet me take care of you tonight.โ
And he nods, gaze heavy, breath stuttering. Because when you speak like thatโsweet and sure and worshipfulโhe believes you. And you need him to believe you.
You peered over his shoulder, full breasts pressing against his hot back, the drips of water from his back seeping into your bralette.
He was already staring at you through the glass, handโs already on the towel, dick half hard and you could see it tenting under the white cotton. โCmon, handsomeโฆโ you urged him, manicured nails trailing his sides, he shuttered, fingers letting go of the towel, and it falls over yโallโs feet.
His chest was heaving at this point, the tattoo of his grandmothers name on his heart looked like it expanded as he took in air. It was silly, every time he doubted his self, his mind, his physical- you were always right there with him- for him. And he believed you every time. Right now he did feel handsome, his fiancรฉeโs fingers all over his abdomen, making him feel like he was made out of glass.
โStunninโ sweetheartโฆ I hate it when you think of yourself less thanโฆ do you know why I hate it?โ You whispered into his ear, your teeth barely grazing the shell of his ear while your hand reaches to his mouth, and he licked, the drool on his tongue wetting your pointer, middle and ring.
โBecause Iโm yoursโฆโ
โBecause youโre mineโฆโ you echoed to him, hand wrapping around his cock and he couldnโt help but whimper at the temperature difference. His dark eyes watched your every move, trying not to fuck into your fist. โgood boyโฆโ fuck.
He inhaled sharply, โMmngโฆโ he whimpered, his hips poking out just a little as his back leaned into your chest, your slightly cold hand stroking him slowly, softly. โYouโre calling yourself imperfect, but youโre the greatest thing Iโve laid my eyes on, loveโฆyouโre perfect, inside and out. Not a mistake on your bodyโฆ so I canโt have you saying youโre not perfect, because then youโll just be insulting meโฆright?..โ your thumb presses against the slit of his dick, slick covering your thumb.
โYes-yes, rightโฆโ he licked his plump lips, his nails biting into his palm before his hands reached back to hold you- his large palms cupping your ass. โMhmโฆ now look at how perfect you areโฆ your scars, your bodyโฆโ he was getting louder now as he followed your orders, eyes following the light brown scars scattered around his abdomen. But it was so hard, it was so hard especially when you stroked him like that, focusing on his slicked tip.
โIโฆI can hardly focusโฆChrist โฆโ
โHaving trouble focusing you sayโฆ?โ This question had an undertone to it, and he felt your lips on his ear shift into a smile. He was so blissed out by your hand, he just nodded, his eyes watching the way your fingers moved around his inches.
โThen you do itโฆcmon.โ Your voice was still soft as you demanded him, his eyes fluttering up to look at yours, he wanted to tell you no- to beg for you to keep going, but his hand had already let go of your ass and grabbed his dick. He always listened to you- he just couldnโt help it, it was apart of him at this point.
Oh he was focused now, cock heavy and hot in his palm as he watched your hands crawl around his chest, your thumbs brushing his hard nipples. โOooh, loveโฆโ came from his mouth breathlessly, his senses hyper aware of everything right now, the humidity in the air, how hot you feel against his back, the sweat moving down his hairline as he watched you watch him. โJust like thatโฆgo on.โ
He only moves faster, your encouragement like honey to his tea in the mornings, so sweet and delicious. His precum was lube at this point, squelching noises echoing in the bathroom along side his breathy moans. He was never too loud, always on the verge of long breathy moans and quiet grunts when the two of you made love. One day, youโll change that.
For right now, youโll hold him as he approaches his orgasm, youโll watch him as he breathes heavily against your body, and jerks in your arms as his cum squirts onto the counter, and drips down his calloused fingers. โGood boyโฆโ
โM-mng, thank- thank youโฆ love youโฆโ
You kissed his damp shoulder, now damp with sweat and not water. โI love you too, my loveโฆhow do you look now, hm?โ You whispered softly, hands still trailing his body.
โIโm fuckin hot.โ
You couldnโt hold back your laughter, and he joined you.
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Vampirism, Vampire reader, mlm, interracial, religious themes, mention of homophobic family and mother, Jasper country as hell, Jaspers bi/gay awakening, blood, mention of murder, dead deer, pay gorn, readers powers are fluid manipulation, expect that. there is some masochist tendencies from Jasper, top reader, bottom Jasper, shy dom reader, power sub Jasper, lots of guilt, lots of sexual tension. Typical twilight anatomy hard skin, venom saliva, etc etc.
Jasper had no choice.
Your pulse was slipping awayโฆfluttering like a trapped birdโand your breaths were no longer breaths but wet, ragged sounds, each one a countdown to silence. He hovered over you, torn between salvation and damnation, every part of him screaming to drink even as his heart broke at the thought.
โForgive me,โ he rasped, voice jagged with panic. โGod, please forgive me.โ But he had already had your limp wrist in his hand.
Then he bit.
His teeth tore through your wrist with terrifying precision, but this wasnโt hunting. This was begging. His lips filled with warmth, hot copper flooding his mouth, and for one burning second, instinct nearly won. This wasnt how he imagined to taste you, but deep down he was glad to do it in aโฆsomewhat herotic way. Oneโฆtwoโฆthree gulps was when he realized he had been doing too much, your breathing slowing with your heart. He could barely stop himself, but he forced his jaw loose, wrenched away before he took more than planned. All he needed to do was bite and that was itโฆ. Venom dripped from his saliva into the wound as he clamped his lips shut and threw his head back, growling deep in his chest like a wounded animal. It tookโฆeverything inside of himโฆ
Your body arched in his arms as the venom took hold. It burned like wildfire, streaking through your veins, racing to your heart. You tried to scream, but all that escaped was a wet, gargled cry.
It was agony.
Your chest felt like it was caving in; your lungs collapsed against the fire climbing through your ribcage, your bones knitting and breaking all at once. Every nerve caught fire. Your skin crawled as if molten glass replaced your blood. And worst of all was the helplessness, the awareness of Jasperโs panicked face hovering above you, smeared with your blood, the sound of him whispering โstay with me, please, stay with meโ like prayer beads slipping through his fingers.
But darkness crept in fast, merciful and cold. As your body burned, your mind dimmed. Your last sight before blacking out was Jasperโs face twisted in horror, his hands shaking as he pressed them to your chest, trying to hold the life inside you.
Then headlights cut through the mist.
Carlisle and Edward found you on the roadside within minutes, the metallic scent already drawing them. Jasper knelt there, shaking, crimson-handed, whispering hoarsely, โI couldnโt let him die. I couldnโt.โ
Carlisle crouched beside you, gaze already assessing the wreckage of your body. The broken ribs, the punctured lung, the slow but steady beat of a heart that would stop any minute. Venom was working, but without guidance, it would be chaos.
โTurn him to the side so he wonโt choke on bloodโฆheโll survive,โ Carlisle said calmly, though his voice had that edge Jasper knew well: urgency masked by practiced control. โBut weโll need to make it look like he didnโt.โ
Edward glanced between them, his jaw tight, but said nothing. You didnโt notice himโdidnโt notice anything. You were floating in fire, every flicker of your heartbeat cracking through your skull.
Carlisle carried you in silence, cradled like something sacred and breakable, while Jasper followed, wordless, a shadow in the storm. At the Cullen house, they laid you on a pristine white sheet in Carlisleโs study.
The transformation had only begun. Your body writhed even in unconsciousness, muscles locking and jerking as the fire ate its way through every vein. Your heartbeat pounded loud enough that Edward flinched. Jasperโs hands never left you, pressing against your chest, your wrist, anywhere he could feel that faint drum of life.
Carlisle worked quickly. A calculated dose of morphine dulled the outward agony, quieting the screaming, the thrashing, but it couldnโt stop the burn. It only masked it. Your body still shook occasionally, a faint tremor under Jasperโs palm, like a violin string vibrating under invisible fingers.
To the outside world, you were dead. When you didnโt return home that night your mother had dared to sleep a wink. She was on the verge of tears by how angry she was, wanting to curse you out and absolutely scared and worried about her sweet angelโฆwhen the sun came up and she was smoking her Newport on the balcony, your mother was called.
She absolutely didnโt believe it, thought it was something cruel joke someone was planning about her baby. But then they told her to go to the morgue to identify you.
The drive to the morgue was a blur of prayer and panic. By the time she stood under the cold fluorescent lights, hands shaking, heart hammering like it wanted to break her ribs, Carlisle was already waitingโwhite coat spotless, voice gentle as falling snow.
โMiss Jacksonโฆโ Carlisle whispered. โIโm so sorry.โ
They pulled the sheet back only enough to show your face. Pale. Ashy. Lips split and bruised, cheek scraped raw. Your ear was torn where youโd hit the ground too hard. She didnโt want to imagine what was under the blanket. Her legs buckled. She pressed both hands over her mouth to keep the scream inside, the sound tearing her throat anyway.
โThatโs my baby,โ she sobbed, voice cracking. โThatโsโฆthatโs my baby boy.โ
Carlisle steadied her with a doctorโs practiced touch, his golden eyes soft with something she couldnโt read. โI promise you,โ he murmured, โhe didnโt suffer long.โ
A lie, beautiful and terrible. Because you were still suffering.
While your mother signed papers and left the building hollow-eyed, your body wasnโt left alone. Carlisle made arrangementsโquick, quiet. A closed casket was prepared. Word spread fast in Forks: the new kid, gone in a tragic hit-and-run. The church ladies shook their heads, your basketball team left flowers at a locker youโd never open again.
But by then, you were already far from Forks.
But you were still burning. Still changing.
While Jasper kept vigil in Alaska, far from Forksโ prying eyes, he watched your features sharpen, your skin pale into marble, your heartbeat slow to a crawl and then vanish entirely. For three long days, he sat with blood drying under his nails, venom burning his own throat, watching you dieโand knowing youโd rise again, not as the boy he had met, but as something else.
When the fire finally stopped, the silence was unbearable. Jasper thought, for a single horrified moment, that heโd failed. That your heart had stopped too soon. But no that couldnโt be the case, you were healed, the back of your head fused back together, the raw on your face smoothing back out, eye brow growing back fully, ear back to normal. You lookedโฆgood better than good. You lookedโฆ.immortal.
Then your eyes opened.
The fire that had burned through your veins for three endless days had finally-finally broke. Silence fell inside youโฆa silence so complete it was terrifying. Your chest didnโt rise. Your heart didnโt beat. You didnโt even gasp for airโฆyou just rose. You werenโt dead. Youโd never felt more alive.
The first thing you saw was Jasper.
He sat motionless beside the bed in a dim, unfamiliar room,his jaw clenched, eyes still dark from the hunger heโd been fighting since the night he changed you. His hands were folded so tightly in his lap that his knuckles cracked.
You tried to breathe out of instinct, but that was a bad bad idea. Panic rose sharp in your throat as fire filled your esophagus, filled your gums with a sharp pain and your mouth filling with something that didnโt taste quite like you were dead for three days.. Everything felt too sharp, too bright. You could hear the creak of the floorboards two rooms away, smell pine sap through the walls, feel Jasperโs eyes on you like a weight.
โYouโre awakeโฆโ
Your eyes snapped towards his, you could hear his gulp as his black eyes met your maroon ones, and as soon as you saw himโฆ saw the real him- saw what he looked like in these new eyes, you snarled. Dangerous, you thought to yourself, nails digging into the mattress as you tensed up to defend yourself. Now that you could seeโฆ Jaspers scars were his most dominant feature. It was hard to take your eyes off his jaw and neck, teeth marks from something litering his skin with purpose.
He immediately caught your hostility, a wave of fear and danger smacking him in the face and it didnโt take even a half of second for him to push his powers towards you. โY/nโฆ calm downโฆโ he whispered. You were stronger than him, way stronger, hungrier, scared and mean as hell. But he wouldnโt allow you to be a threat. This was what he was afraid of, that natural reaction youโd have of him after seeing him in a real light, of seeing him with all his scars and imperfections his vampirism only hid from his natures prey.
He could see you calming down, could feel you calming down. But most importantly he could feel your hunger, it made him hungry. he swallowed thickly as he slowly stood to his feet, carefully.
โEasy,โ he murmured, voice so soft you barely recognized it. โItโs over. You made it through.โ
But his expression betrayed him. There was guilt there, heavy enough to crush stone. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to touch you, then thought better of it.
โWhatโฆ?โ Your voice was strangeโclearer, sharper, vibrating in the air like glass. You hadnโt even realized you spoke, you couldnโt even recognize your voice. You could barely even rememberโฆwhatโฆwhat was even going onโฆ one moment you wereโฆhomeโฆ and thenโฆyouโre hereโฆ
โYouโre confused, I understandโฆyou uhโฆ hit your headโฆbrain injuries take a little longer to healโฆ you might not get your memories back, Alice never did...โ his stutter was unnatural to him, a human tick.
what?
You tried to stand up. The room blurred, not from dizziness but from speed. Your muscles obeyed before you even thought to move them. And that soundโhis heartbeat, slow but steady, thundering in your ears like war drumsโฆno, not his heartbeat. Someone elseโsโฆsomething elseโsโฆ two different rhythms and paces. One fast and another slow.
Jasper was already moving, hand outstretched, steadying you by the shoulder before you even realized youโd launched toward the door. โEasy,โ he repeated, firmer this time. โYou donโt want to do that.โ
Except every cell in your body screamed that you did.
His grip tightened, and for the first time you noticed how cold his hand was, how inhumanly strong. You met his gaze, black with hunger and trainedโand there was something in it you couldnโt name. Fear. Regret. And something else that made your new senses sharpen even further.
โIโm sorry,โ he whispered.
For what?โฆsaving you? Changing you? Wanting you? You didnโt want to know what now, all you wanted was to eat, to run. You barely even recognized him, and you clearly werenโt in the headspace to try too.
You looked down at the hand on your shoulder, cold and firm, his grip steady as iron. Your new vision sharpened,every crease in his pale skin, every glint of light off the faint scar tissue etched along his fingers. Those red eyes of yours glared up at him, unfocused but burning, your body restless with the hunger that had replaced your heartbeat.
โFuck out of my wayโฆโ you growled. The sound was raw, animalistic, deep enough to rattle the glass doors. You couldnโt even remember if your voice had ever sounded human before.
Jasper didnโt flinch. But he didnโt loosen his hold, either.
You slapped his hand away, more violently than you intended. It should have shattered his wrist. You didnโt know how strong you were yet. His arm jerked to the side, but he caught himself instantly, that soldierโs reflex never breaking.
And you were gone, pasting him in a blur, moving faster than wind, straight toward the open balcony door where the cold air hit your face like needles. Below, in the dark Alaskan snow, there was a sound no one else could have heard: the slick, wet rhythm of blood surging through a living body. Arteries pumping, veins singing. Your throat felt like it had been lit on fire. Two different hearts, left or right, you didnโt care.
You needed it. Now.
Downstairs, Tanya moved first, a streak of gold hair and fury, but Eleazarโs hand shot out across her chest, holding her back. โNo,โ he whispered, voice calm as snowfall. โWe let Jasper deal with this.โ
โHeโs not ready, he might as well be a newborn himself-โ Tanya hissed, but Eleazarโs gaze didnโt waver.
โHe will be. If not, we intervene.โ His voice was quiet, but firm enough to freeze even Tanya in place.
Outside, your feet barely touched the balcony railing before you vaulted cleanly into the night, landing on the icy ground like it was nothing. The scent was stronger now, curling through your nose like smoke. Something that smelt like nature, woody and earthy. Another that smelt Sweeter, fulfilling and delicious. You could see the hearts: beating somewhere beyond the trees, could feel it vibrating against the wood, the hardness of your skin, could feel it pulsing around you.
Jasper was already behind you. His steps were soundless, but you felt him thereโclosing in fast, a shadow faster than your own.
โY/n!โ His voice cracked sharp through the trees. Not a shout, not a pleaโan order. The kind a commander gives to a soldier about to run off a cliff.
The hunger screamed louder than his words. Your muscles coiled to spring.
Then Jasper slammed into you from the side, the two of you skidding across the snow, ice exploding under your bodies. Like two clothed boulders smacking into each other.He pinned you to the ground, face inches from yours, black eyes burning with barely checked terror.
โLook at me!โ he barked.
You snarled, teeth snapping, and Jasper saw the change in your faceโthe razor glint of newborn venom dripping from your lips, your pupils wide, almost feral. He knew that hunger; heโd lived it, bled with it, killed for it. And yet there was something else in your expression that scared him worse than thirst, pain. You didnโt understand what you were, what you wanted, or why every drop of blood within a mile sang your name.
โGetโoff meโโ You shoved upward and nearly unseated him from your lap. Maybe in another situation, a better one, this position wouldโve made you realize that there was something between the two of you.
โDonโt make me hurt you,โ Jasper growled, though his voice cracked halfway through. Not because he couldnโtโbut because heโd rather die than do it. โStay with me, you hear? You donโt want that blood. You want me to stop you.โ
Behind his controlled expression, Jasperโs own instincts screamedโkill, control, dominate. It took everything he had not to sink his teeth into your throat to end the threat. But he wouldnโt do that. Couldnโt. Heโd already damned you once. He had to remind himself that he wasnโt him anymore, he wasnโt with Maria.
He pressed a forearm against your chest, not enough to crush. Everytime you launched up he slammed you back into the snow, his lips at your ear:
โIโm not letting you do this. If I have to hold you here โtil sunrise, I will.โ
You heard that. And Oh you didnโt like that one bit.
This wresting lasted about two long minutes, trees being sacrificed, growls that sounded so animalistic the wilderness knew to stay far.
The snow exploded beneath you both as Jasper drove his shoulder into your chest again, snarling through gritted teeth, โY/nโstopโ!โ His voice crackedโnot from fear, but from the effort of holding you down.
You didnโt hear a damn word. You wanted the blood. That pulsing, rushing sound in the forest was louder than his drawl, louder than the thoughts slamming through your own head. You twisted your hips and threw him sideways with one violent kick, feeling his marble body skid across the ground. God, heโs heavy, but not heavy enough to stop me. Jasper was trying. But goddamnit if you werenโt every bit athletic.
Jasper lunged again, faster this time, pinning you with his full weight, his breath brushing your ear, his jaw clenched tight. โIโm not usinโ my gift on you again, not unless you let meโso quit fightinโ me!โ
You growled, snapping at him, lips curling back over perfectly sharp newborn teeth. He didnโt flinch. But damn if he didnโt feel something strange coiling in his chest every time your face got closeโevery time you threw him off and he had to slam back into you, his hands gripping your wrists, his thighs braced to keep you from tearing loose. God help meโฆ he thought bitterly, his voice a whisper even to himself. Iโm wrestling a man I canโt kill, canโt hurt, andโhell, why does he smell like this?
The Denali coven stood thirty yards back, silent statues in the snow. Tanyaโs golden hair caught the moonlight like flame. โHeโs losing him,โ she muttered. But Eleazar held his arm out again, unreadable. โWait. Watch.โ
You surged upward, forcing Jasper back an inch at a time, your strength shocking even yourself. His muscles strained, his teeth clenched so hard the sound cracked through the night. He could feel you vibrating with raw power. โStop fightinโ me!โ Jasper barked again, but this time, there was a thread of panic.
You didnโt stop. You got one hand free.
Your nails raked across his cheek,not enough to break him, but enough to make him jerk backโand then you slammed your palm flat against his face, fingers digging into his jawline nails clawing him before his marbled skin healed. Something strange pulsed inside you. Not thirst. Not rage. A quick feeling of panic.
Jasperโs body locked. His golden eyes rolled back white. For a horrifying second, you felt the venom in his veins slow, like youโd snatched the current of a river and squeezed it tight. His grip slackened completely. Then he collapsed on top of you, deadweight, lips parting soundlessly as if his breath had been stolen.
It lasted five seconds.
But thatโs all you needed. You shoved him off, leapt to your feet, and sprinted toward the trees. The heartbeat was close nowโฆso close you could taste it.
Behind you, the Denali coven moved to intercept, but they didnโt make it two steps before it hit them. A wave of numbness washed out of you like a shockwave, thick and invisible. Kateโs knees buckled first, then Tanya dropped to one hand in the snow, gritting her teeth. โWhatโฆ is thisโฆ?โ she gasped. Eleazarโs eyes widened in sudden recognition, even as he fell to one knee. โHis giftโฆ itโs affecting us tooโโ
You didnโt hear them hit the ground. You were too far gone.
The forest broke open into a clearingโand there it stood. A massive bull, grey hide glistening with frost, horns sharp as spears. It snorted steam into the night air, hooves grinding the ice, alone and unaware of what was coming.
Your lips curled into something between a smile and a snarl. It wasnโt human. It didnโt matter. The heart sounded just as sweet.
With one burst of newborn speed, you hit it like a wrecking ball, teeth sinking into the thick neck as the animal bellowed, hooves kicking, horns slashing at the air. The taste flooded your throat,hot, wild, brutalโand you drank deep, every nerve in your body screaming in ecstasy.
Jasperโs world came back in pieces. First the cold sting of snow against his cheek, then the acrid tang of venom on his tongue, and finally the ragged sound of you feeding. His vision cleared and, for a split second, he didnโt believe what he was seeing.
You were on the bull, knees braced against the ground, throat working in deep, greedy gulps. Your hands were slick with steaming blood, lips painted crimson, every guttural moan echoing through the silent clearing. The animal thrashed once, twiceโthen went limp. And still you drank, like youโd never be full.
Jasper pushed himself up, unsteadyโnot because youโd hurt him (impossible), but because youโd stopped him. Youโd laid him out flat in five seconds. Him, Jasper Whitlock, whoโd slaughtered dozens of newborns with his bare hands and hadnโt lost a fight since the Civil War.
The Denalis had regrouped around him at a cautious distance. Tanyaโs golden eyes were wide as she watched you tear into the bull like paper, teeth ripping out its throat in a way she hadnโt seen in centuries. Kate crossed her arms tight, but even she couldnโt mask her awe. Only Eleazar spoke, his voice low and certain.
โFluid manipulation,โ he murmured. โNot just blood. Our venom, too. Maybe even water, if he trains.โ His gaze flicked to Jasper. โYou felt it, didnโt you? When he touched you?โ
Jasper bit down on his jaw so hard he couldโve cracked his teeth. He didnโt answer. Didnโt have to. They could feel it rolling off him in wavesโฆanger, fear, amazementโฆand, tangled somewhere deep in the mix, something sharper and hotter that made Tanya and Kate exchange a glance.
โLord help me,โ Jasper muttered under his breath. His fingers twitched like he couldnโt decide whether to keep his hands at his side or his hair.
Eleazar went on as if he hadnโt heard. โYouโve killed a hundred newborns stronger than average. But youโve never seen anything like this. None of us haveโฆโ
Jasper stayed silent, eyes locked on you as you finally wrenched yourself free from the carcass, chest heaving with phantom breath. Steam rose from the fresh blood on your skin. You looked feral, radiant, terrifying.
He hated that his chest tightened at the sight. Hated that his thoughts stuttered for half a second as he remembered your fingers digging into his jaw, venom inside his own body freezing like a river turned to glass. Hated that every part of him wanted to walk over there and shake you until you listenedโwhile some darker, quieter part just wanted to watch you feed. You were a fucking unit. His responsibility, his newborn
Behind him, Tanya shifted uncomfortably, wrinkling her nose at the emotions leaking off him. Kate made a face. โYouโre broadcasting like a damn radio,โ she muttered.
Jasper didnโt respond. Didnโt even glance at them. He just stood there, jaw tight, fists clenched, and watched you lick the blood from your hand like youโd been born for it.
The world was still tinted red when you finished feeding. The bull was nothing but a collapsed heap in the snow, its blood steaming on your lips. You barely had time to swipe your arm across your mouth like a toddler before a cold hand clamped onto the back of your shirt and yanked you off your feet.
โEnough.โ Jasperโs voice was low, vibrating with fury, every syllable drawn razor-sharp. He didnโt ask, didnโt warn youโjust dragged you back, boots cutting trenches into the snow.
You stumbled, legs clumsy with newborn strength, but didnโt fight him. Not because you couldnโtโyou couldโbut because your stomach was rolling, turning inside out. He was hauling you like a misbehaving kid as the Denali sisters followed at a leisurely distance, amused golden eyes flicking between your bloody clothes and Jasperโs white-knuckled grip.
Your legs buckled. Knees hit the snow with a crunch, hands collapsing the snow and then the muddy grass beneathโฆand then everything came up at onceโburning, choking.
โWhat theโughโfuckโโ you spat between violent heaves. Chunks of old human food mixed with dark blood splattered the snow, foul and sour, like rot poured straight out of your stomach. You gagged again, body shuddering uncontrollably, cursing through clenched teeth as more half-digested sludge hit the ground.
Behind you, Tanya let out a snort of laughter she didnโt bother to hide. โYeah,โ she muttered to Kate, โdonโt miss that part.โ Kate smirked, wrinkling her nose at the rancid smell.
Jasperโs grip didnโt waver. He stood over you, glowering down at the back of your head, still holding that stretched polo collar in his fist. The shirt heโd put on you himself after cleaning your broken, dying body. The memory made his jaw flex. Heโd seen you naked, he hadnโt wanted to (wellโฆ), hadnโt looked longer than a secondโbut it had cost him every ounce of control he had. Now you were kneeling in front of him, hurling blood and bile, and somehow you still looked dangerous.
โYou done?โ His voice was cold enough to freeze the steam rising from the dead deer.
Before you could answer, Eleazar approached, boots crunching quietly. He didnโt even flinch at the stench or the gore, didnโt spare the mess a glance. His eyes were fixed on you, bright and sharp with curiosity.
โYouโฆโ he said, stepping close enough that Jasperโs head snapped toward him in warning. โYouโre going to be a challenge.โ
You spat again, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and glared up at the blonde with feral red eyes. โWhat the hell is your problem?โ
Eleazar ignored the edge in your voice, still studying you like a newly forged weapon. โA challenge worth the effort,โ he continued softly. Then, glancing at Jasper, โGotta keep the Volturi out of this. If they learn what he can doโฆโ His mouth pressed into a thin line. โWelcome to our coven, Y/n.โ
You laughed bitterly, coughing through the last dregs of venom-tinged vomit. โWhatever thatโs supposed to meanโฆโ
Jasper yanked you back to your feet like you weighed nothing, his glower never easing. โShut up and walk,โ he growled, shoving you toward the house, still gripping your collar as if you might bolt any second, all while you complained and groaned about your stomach- and muttering about how you couldnโt even remember what was happening.
The Denali sisters followed, still smirking, still whispering to each other about how this was the first time theyโd ever seen him this rattled.
The water scalded, nearly boiling, but you didnโt even flinch as you sank down to your collarbones. Steam rolled off the tub, curling up into the air like phantom hands. The sharp tang of blood still clung to you, clung to everything, though Jasper had sprayed most of it away from your skin before letting you drop into the bath.
You sat motionless, your scarlet eyes locked on the rippling surface of the water, unable to shake the ringing in your ears. Your muscles twitched beneath your new marble skin, restless and strange, like your own body didnโt quite belong to you anymore. This is how you felt when you started doing protein shakes.
Jasper stood a few feet away, jaw tight, arms crossed as if thatโd help him avoid looking at the fact that you were completely naked under that steaming water. But his gaze slipped more than once, lingering at your collarbone, the sharp line of your shoulders. His lips pressed tighter each time.
โYouโre not dead anymore,โ Jasper said finally, voice low, steady. Like he was afraid if he didnโt sound calm youโd spiral again. โYou were. That accidentโฆ you werenโt gonna make it.โ His eyes didnโt waver, but you could feel the weight of what he wasnโt saying. I couldnโt let you die.
You blinked at him, slow, the words not fitting together. โWhat the fuck does that even mean?โ No seriously, what the hell is as going on.
โIt means,โ Eleazar cut in, kneeling beside the tub with the cool, careful air of a man handling a weapon, โyouโre one of us now. A vampire.โ
You laughed. Or maybe choked. The sound that came out of your throat was broken. โYouโre both outta your minds.โ You reached up, wiping water off your face.
โYou think this is a joke?โ Jasperโs voice sharpened, that Southern edge coming out. โThat thing you just did in the snow? Takinโ me to my knees like I was nothinโ? Humans donโt do that, kid.โ
Your chest heaved, though you didnโt need to breathe anymore. Memories bubbled up, fragmented and hazyโyour motherโs voice, soft as church hymns, but you couldnโt pin down her face. Couldnโt recall the exact curl of her lip when she scolded you. Just a void where she should have been, and it terrified you more than the two vampires staring you down.
โYour body is changing,โ Eleazar continued, tone even. โThe next year will beโฆ difficult. The first week will be hell. Everything you ate as a human is still rotting in your systemโyouโll keep purging until itโs gone. Your throat will feel like a hot brand every time youโre near blood. Youโll feel thirst like youโre losing your mind.โ He held your gaze. โNo killing humans. Not ever. If you want to survive thisโฆ you learn restraint.โ
โRestraint?โ you repeated, bitter. โYou expect me to believe Iโm some bloodsucking freak and then youโre gonna hand me rules? And letโs rewind a bit- how in the hell did I die- what exactly was this accident??โ You sat up in the tub, trying to put everything together.
โHit and run.โ Oh.
And suddenly you were there again. Two bright lights heading towards you before it wentโฆblack.
โAnd It ainโt a choice,โ Jasper said, his voice low enough to draw your eyes back to his. The muscles in his jaw worked as if he was chewing on his own restraint. โYou do it, or the Volturi come for you. They donโt give second chances.โ
The word meant nothing to you, but the venom in his tone did. Your hands clenched on the edge of the tub until porcelain cracked beneath your grip. Restrain, what restraint? And who was this Volturi ?
Eleazar didnโt react. He simply kept speaking, voice smooth and patient. โThe Volturi is the closest thing we have to a law,โ he said, answering the question you hesitated to say out loud. โYou have a gift. You can manipulate fluidsโblood, venomโฆ likely even water if you learn control. Thatโs why you need to be hidden. If the wrong people find out, theyโll turn you into a weapon.โ
A weapon.
You couldnโt even remember your own motherโs face. You couldnโt even remember what the hell you were doing the day you got killed.
How could you be a weapon?
The steam swirled thicker around you, and you realized your hands were shakingโnot from the heat, not from fear, but from the raw, gnawing burn in your throat. You swallowed hard, but it didnโt go away. It was worse than thirst. It was hunger, deep and endless.
You looked between them, breathing hard out of habit. โIโm supposed to justโฆ accept this?โ
Jasperโs gaze locked on yours, steady, unreadable. โYou donโt exactly got a choice.โ
The first three days were hell.
Your body tore itself apart. At first, it was just vomiting: violent heaves that left blood splattered in the sink, streaking across the floor, coating your lips. Then it was worse. The rotten sludge of human foodโevery burger, every soda, every bite youโd shoved down in your last weeks aliveโerupted from you like poison being purged. You cracked tiles in the Denalisโ guest bathroom just bracing yourself against the walls, snarling between curses as another wave hit.
Jasper never left the doorframe. Not once.
โI donโt need a babysitter,โ you growled at him, teeth bared, crouched over the toilet as black-red bile poured out of you. โIโm not a kid.โ Your attitude was worser than a 13 year old girl. Something that was expected to others, you were getting used to it.
โSure as hell ainโt human either,โ Jasper drawled, but his eyes stayed fixed on you, hands loose at his sides even though you could see the tension rolling off him. โYouโre a newborn. Stronger than me if you wanted to beโand dumb enough to hurt yourself doinโ it.โ
โFuck you,โ you spat, or tried to, though it came out with another violent retch.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, straightened up in the doorway, and saw Jasper watching you again, silent and unreadable.
โYouโre worse than a fuckinโ bloodhound,โ you muttered, flicking on the sink to brush the smell of death off your tongue for the 3rd time that day.
โSomeoneโs gotta make sure you donโt fall apart.โ
โIโm fine,โ you lied, because everything about your body still felt wrong. Too strong. Too sharp. Too empty.
The Denali sisters didnโt help much. Tanya and Kate passed the bathroom more than once, catching whiffs of that stomach-turning stench, and laughed under their breath. โDonโt miss that,โ Irina, who had just came back from Vancouver murmured, earning a chuckle from Kate. โThatโs what I said.โ Carmen wrinkled her nose and disappeared into the snow with Eleazar instead of hanging around.
By the fifth day, you stopped flinching from the heat in your throat. By the seventh, the purging slowed, then stopped entirely.
That night on the seventh day, after your first real hunt with him; two elk deep, your throat pleasantly scorched but no longer on fire, you and Jasper walked back toward the Denalisโ place, boots crunching in the snow. His eyes were golden again, the black hunger washed away, and for the first time he looked almostโฆ at ease.
Then his voice broke the silence.
โDo youโฆ remember me?โ
It caught you off guard. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets, snow scattering under your feet. โโฆkinda.โ
โKinda?โ
โYeah.โ You frowned, staring at the tree line. โI rememberโฆ seeing you. Memories are foggy, canโt really see your face, canโt exactly remember specificsโฆ I just know that weโreโฆ friends. But Iโm not sure how long weโve been friends.โ
Jasperโs jaw ticked as he glanced over at you. โโฆ we havenโt been friends long, so I wouldnโt feel bad about the loss of memories,โ he muttered , kicking a buried rock just to hear it skid over the ice.
But when you looked at him, you noticed the way his gaze lingered on your face, your new face. No acne. No bitten lips. No human scars. No heartbeat. No warmth. Still youโฆ but not fragile.
โWe can make new memories,โ he said finally, voice low, unreadable.
You met his eyes, something in your chest shiftingโa faint echo of a feeling youโd had before you died. Something you didnโt have a name for yet, still trying to figure yourself out.
It was subtle at first, like the faint pressure of water breaking against a dam. A feeling you used to bury deep under sermons, behind your motherโs cold voice and the unspoken rules of what a โgood manโ was supposed to be. You faintly remembered how it used to feel, that razor-edged panic in your chest if you looked too long at the wrong kind of pretty. A boy smiling in gym class. A teammateโs hand lingering on your shoulder. Your own eyes in the mirror, afraid to admit what they liked.
You used to swallow it down like poison, choke on it until it burned. Not me. Not like that. God, no.
But nowโฆ what did it matter?
You wereโฆdead. Heaven wasnโt waiting. Your motherโs voice was a ghost you could barely recall. The weight of expectationโฆmarriage, kids, church pews, legacyโwas gone, left rotting in the ground with your heartbeat. What could they threaten you with now? Hell? Eternal damnation? You were already living something stranger than either. Realer than that.
You didnโt give a damn anymore. About heaven. About being โright.โ About fitting into the crooked mold your mother tried to crush you into. If you wanted to look at someone, you would. If you wanted to feel something, you would.
And right now, walking through the snow with Jasper Hale glancing sideways at you,quiet, sunken-eyed, his jaw hard and unreadableโฆyou wanted to lean into this. Lean into whatever this was.
But what did he feel?
That was harder to read. Jasperโs face was stone, but his emotions werenโt. Even without his gift, you could feel the weight of it rolling off him like thunder. Guilt, firstโso heavy it made your stomach twist, even though you didnโt need to eat anymore. He carried it everywhere, like he was afraid to set it down. You werenโt sure if it was guilt for turning you, or guilt for wanting to keep you close.
And under thatโฆ something hotter. A pull he didnโt want to name. Maybe couldnโt name. Every time his amber eyes lingered on you too long, you saw his jaw flex, as if he was grinding the thought out of his skull before it could take root.
You didnโt care about Jasperโs quiet guilt anymore. Not really. Sure, it sucked that youโd never see your mom or your cousins againโbut letโs be real. Most of them wouldโve bailed on you if they knew what you really were. If they knew what youโd been hiding from yourself. You were done twisting yourself into knots for people who wouldnโt have stayed.
It was time for new beginnings. Time to lean into whatever the hell this new life was.
So when Jasper tugged the book from your handsโcarefully, like it might explodeโand said, โCome on. Outside,โ you didnโt argue. You just stood, brushing imaginary dust from your jeans, and followed him into the icy white expanse.
The Denalis stayed away. Just you and him.
The first hour was simple. Speed drills. Strength drills. Your reflexes against his. You matched him step for step, hit for hit, until he stopped pulling his punches and you both blurred through the snow in a flurry of limbs and gritted teeth. You were stronger than he wanted to admitโฆand heโd fought armies of newborns (he would take any chance to bring it up).
But strength wasnโt what Jasper really cared about.
He wanted to test your control.
And thatโฆ that was harder.
Your emotions were like gasoline now. Every spark a full-blown fire. Happiness made you dizzy. Sadness hollowed you out. Anger? Anger lit you up from the inside like molten metal. AndโฆarousalโGod help youโcame fast, random, guilty as hell (embarrassingly). Testosterone 2.0, he called it once under his breath, smirking. Youโd almost swung at him for that.
So Jasper pushed.
He taunted you. Sidestepped your fastest strikes. Corrected your form in a voice that was just this side of patronizing. โYouโre telegraphing,โ he drawled after throwing you face-first into the snow for the third time. โA newborn should be faster than this. You sure youโre trying?โ
Your teeth clicked together. โI am trying.โ You were never a fighter, never rough housed with male friends, never fought in schoolโstraight As, basketball, church and studying. Thatโs all. You were soft. He was trying to change that.
โDoesnโt look like it.โ He circled you like a predator, eyes sharp, waiting. โAnger makes you sloppy. Youโll never win like that.โ
Something snapped.
You lunged. Not a practice lunge, not a measured move, but all speed and raw fury. All vampire. Jasper blocked, twisted, slammed you into the frozen ground hard enough to crater it. Snow burst up around you, glittering like glass.
โFocus,โ he snapped.
โShut up!โ You roared, shoving him off with strength that surprised you both.
And thatโs when it happened.
The pressure in your head changedโlike a muscle you didnโt know you had flexed on instinct. The venom in Jasperโs veins stuttered, slowed, locked. For a heartbeat, he froze mid-stride, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat though he didnโt need to breathe. Immediately you thought: oh no not again, reaching out to catch him but it was too late. His knees buckled. He hit the ground hard, amber eyes rolling back for a split second.
The air around you crackled with something electric, something primal. You hadnโt even touched him. This wasnโt like the first time it happened, this time you were aware, this time you watched.
The pressure hit him before he understood itโlike invisible hands in his veins, like someone had grabbed his entire nervous system and wrung it dry. His feet locked. His chest seized. He didnโt even have time to curse before his knees gave way and his brain went empty with numbness. For a split second he felt absolutely nothing. No emotions, not even his, not even his voiceโฆ
Jasper Whitlockโฆwho had fought wars, slaughtered armies of newborns, commanded chaos itselfโฆcrashed to his knees in the snow like a damn rookie.
When he shook it off and staggered upright, there was something new in his face. Not fear exactly, not anger, but a dangerous mix of bothโฆ and something hotter. He was enjoying this, not that heโd admit that verbally. But his powers did, something mixed with excitement and lust flowing out of his pores and you felt every once of it.
You didnโt know it was coming from him, you shake your head, gently slapping your face. You just assumed it was your hormones.
And there you were. Standing over him. Not gloating, not smirkingโlooking almost guilty, like youโd tripped him instead of knocking him on his ass with a gift that shouldnโt even exist.
But Jasper wasnโt thinking about guilt.
Hell, he wasnโt even thinking about danger.
He shouldโve beenโbecause what youโd done was terrifying. Youโd shut him down, body and venom, without even laying a hand on him. If youโd pushed harder, he wasnโt sure heโd be waking up at all. The idea shouldโve chilled him to his core.
โAgain,โ he said, voice low, jaw clenched. โDo it again. I need to see how far this goes.โ He didnโt give you time to argue or apologize.
He told himself it was just training, just strategy. He had to know the limits of your power before the wrong people found out. That was the excuse.
But when you shook your head like you were dizzy, slapping your own cheek and muttering under your breath, Jasper knew you were blaming your newborn hormones for the sudden rush in your chest. You didnโt realize it was him leaking into the air, radiating heat and thrill like a damn furnace.
And God help himโhe liked that you didnโt know.
He tightened his fists, buried the rush in a soldierโs discipline, and barked again, sharper this time:
โDo it.โ
You hesitated. His stance was different nowโlooser, hungrier. He wasnโt coming at you like a teacher anymore. He was coming at you like a soldier itching for a real fight. Your ass was starting to get nervous now. You mightโve been stronger than him at this moment, but you werenโt a fighter.
Your chest tightened. Guilt gnawed at the edges of your focus because you didnโt want to hurt him. But underneath that, something hotter, sharper, swelled in your ribs. Pride and male ego. Youโd done what no newborn was supposed to do. Hell, what no vampire was supposed to do. Youโd leveled Jasper Whitlock.
And he wanted more.
The next lunge was fast, too fast for a human eye to track. His boots carved up the snow, his hand darting for your collar. You felt his intent. Calm but coiled, predatory, even affectionate in its own twisted way. He wasnโt here to kill you, but he was here to test you.
That muscle in your head flexed again.
The venom in his veins jerked like a marionette string yanked too hard. Jasper froze mid-stride, expression flashing from feral focus to startled slackness. His whole body shuddered once, then folded like someone had cut his tendons. He hit the ground hard, face-first, snow kicking up around him. He was out.
This time you didnโt rush to catch him. You just stood there, chest heaving, watching.
What the hell am I doing? you thought. This guy saved me, and Iโm putting him down like some kind of dogโฆ
But the pride swelled again. You couldnโt help it. There he was, kneeling at your feet, amber eyes glazed like heโd just come out of a dream.
Because for him, thatโs exactly what it was.
Itโd been over a century since Jasper had sleptโreal sleep, the kind humans took for granted. But every time your power locked him down, there was a flash of it. A microsecond of quiet, like sinking under warm water. No guilt. No orders. No memories of blood-soaked battlefields. Just stillness.
And thatโcombined with the sharp, stubborn thrill of a fight he couldnโt winโlit something in him he hadnโt felt in decades.
He pushed up on one knee, swaying slightly, then spat snow from his lips. His laugh was low, ragged, almost disbelieving.
โJesus Christ, kidโฆโ he rasped, eyes bright and sharp now, no longer amber but filled black, as if he hadnโt hunted in weeks. โYou have no idea what youโre doing to me.โ
You blinked, unsure if he meant literally, your power orโฆ the heat simmering between you two that he was leaking into the air again, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. You swallowed thickly, and looked away from him for a second. You had to calm down, you had to calm down, you had to calm downโ
You were rock hard right now.
And you prayed he didnโt notice.
โAgain,โ Jasper ordered, voice rougher, like gravel dragged over glass. โDonโt hold back this time. Put me down โtil I canโt get up.โ
Oh heโs insane. You looked back towards him, watching as he brushed the rest of the snow off as if he wasnโt about to get dirty all over again. โJasโโ
โCmon. Donโt be scared.โ His fists were already in front of his face, boxing style, like he just knew heโd land a punch. Wrong.
Jasper moved like lightning, years of war and training carved into his every motion. His fists sliced through the air, his boots barely whispering against the snow, every strike meant to test your limits, not his. You didnโt use your powers automatically this time, no, you had a recovery period. You needed like- just two minutes because there was a lot happening right now and if you continued you wouldโve made a mess of yourself.
You spent that recovery period dodging his hits as best as you could, but some landed. You quickly got a quick taste to realize he really wasnโt holding back as you grunted from the force into your stomach and you swore you felt your skin cracking and sealing back together.
He backed up with practice ease, your red eyes glaring up into his.
Then you gave him what he wanted.
That strange muscle deep in your mind flexed hard. You didnโt even have to touch him. The venom in his body staggered, locked up mid-flow. Jasper crashed to one knee, then both, palms hitting the snow so hard it cracked underneath. His teeth clenched, breath hitching out of pure instinct as if heโd been winded.
But this timeโฆ you didnโt let go right away.
You held it.
You felt every drop of venom inside him grind to a stop, like ice spreading through his veins. His eyes flutteredโnot out of pain, but out of something dangerously close to bliss. A groan slipped from his throat, sharp and low, and it made something hot coil deep in your stomach, something you didnโt want to name. Then he crashed onto his stomach, eyes rolling back as if he went unconsciousโwhich technically I guess he did.
For a full six seconds Jasper stayed there, trembling faintly, his body unresponsive except for the heat in his gaze when it finally snapped back into focus.
And damn it, he smiled. Not a wide smile. A dangerous, private one, the kind soldiers share right before going back into the line of fire because they love it too much to quit.
You stumbled back, shaking your head. โIโฆI need a break.โ
Your knees hit the snow, slushy cold soaking into your jeans, but it didnโt matter. The world felt too sharp around the edges, your brain pulsing like youโd run a marathon you never trained for. Every time you used that power, it burned. Not in your throat like thirst, but behind your eyes, in your skull. You thought vampires didnโt have human traits like headaches, what the hell.
Above you, the grey Alaskan sky churned with heavy clouds. You leaned back on your elbows, breathless though you didnโt need to breathe, the deep heat in your stomach rolling like a second heartbeat. On top of this migraineโฆ your body was still pulsing in heat. It was overwhelming, overstimulating in almost the worst way and you wished you could control your body.
Jasper wiped snow from his jaw with the back of his hand and took a few steadying breaths he didnโt need. You didnโt miss the faint tremor in his fingers.
From the ridge, the Denali coven watched in utter silence. Tanya crossed her arms, golden eyes amused. Kate smirked knowingly, whispering something in Carmenโs ear that earned her a sharp elbow to the ribs. Eleazar, of course, said nothing, but they caught the faint, knowing shake of his head.
Because they knew.
They saw the way Jasper looked at you. Not with fear, not even irritation, but something far more dangerous. A mixture of awe, challenge, and hunger that had nothing to do with blood. And they saw the way you, still new, still raw, didnโt notice it at allโdidnโt realize you were feeding something in him no fight ever had.
Your head lolled back against the cold, eyes slipping closed. Canโt keep this up, you thought. Heโs gonna run me into the ground. Iโm not built like him.
โDonโt check out on me now,โ Jasper muttered, stalking closer, his shadow cutting the grey light. โWe ainโt done.โ
โSpeak for yourself,โ you rasped, not bothering to move. โFeels like Iโm pulling a truck with my brain.โ
Jasper crouched, boots crunching, watching you with an unreadable expression that set your nerves on edge. Not hostile. Not gentle either. Something between predator and partner.
โYouโll get stronger,โ he said simply. But his voice was rougher now, betraying how much he was feeling it. โAnd when you doโฆ God help anyone that ainโt on your side.โ
You didnโt reply to that comment. You were trying not to say anything stupid. He was too close right now. You smelt him too clearly, felt him even if he wasnโt a 95 degrees. You swallowed thickly with your eyes still closed, not brave enough to look at him right now. You twisted your hips uncomfortable, trying to pull the wedgie out your crotch without him realizing. If only you knew those were his emotions you were feeling right now, reflecting onto you and then right back to him, almost amplifying.
Jasper crouched in front of you, expecting some snark, maybe a shove, but insteadโฆ nothing. You just sat there, staring at the clouds like you were trying to will them into swallowing you whole.
Thatโs when he caught it. Not weakness, not laziness. The fine tremor in your fingers, the way your eyes struggled to focus when they fluttered open... The kind of exhaustion no vampire should be feeling.
โHell,โ he muttered under his breath. The fight bled right out of him.
โAlright.โ He pushed up to his feet and reached for your arm. โThatโs it for today.โ
โI can go againโโ you started, forcing yourself upright, but your legs buckled halfway through the motion. Jasper caught you without thinking, steadying you with an iron grip.
โNope,โ he said firmly, almost sharp. โYou canโt.โ
There was no pride in his tone now. No thrill of being challenged, no soldierโs grin. Just a steady weight of responsibility settling over him like wet snow. He slung your arm over his shoulder, practically hauling you up despite your weak protests.
โYouโre done. I pushed too hard,โ he admitted, clearing his throat like the words tasted sour. โThatโs on me.โ He didnโt even apologize to emmet when they fought.
You blinked at him, but didnโt disagree, just nodded.
As the two of you crunched back through the snow toward the Denalisโ house, the coven watching from their perch with unreadable expressions, Jasper kept glancing sidelong at you. He could feel the drag of your emotions; fatigue, frustration, and something else running hotter, deeper, right under your skin. Something he was responsible for.
And underneath his own calm mask, a quiet realization set in.
This was dangerous.
Not just your power, though that was a damn nightmare waiting to happen. Not just the fact that you could lock him up like a puppet and drop him to his knees without laying a finger on him. But himself.
The thrill. The way his own chest tightened when he thought about pushing you again, about feeling that sudden freeze inside his veins. It was addictive, and that made it reckless.
He cleared his throat again as the porch came into view, more to cut off his own thoughts than to get your attention. โWeโll take it slow from now on,โ he said, voice low but steady. โYour control comes first. My pride can wait.โ
You said nothing but a tired little grunt.
Later on,
The Denali house was quiet, snow muffling the world outside. Jasper sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. Long, pale fingers still faintly aching from being forced to his knees earlier. He hadnโt felt aching like this in a long long time. Not since he was human.
He shouldโve felt humiliated. Instead, there was that burn in his chest again, like old whiskey hitting an empty stomach.
Shit.
He raked a hand through his hair and leaned back against the frame, shutting his eyes.
Heโd known. Of course he had. Hell, heโd known since long before his own heart had stopped beating. Back in the barracks, catching himself glancing too long when the other boys stripped down. That locker room back in Houston, just before everything went to hell, when youโd peeled your shirt off without a thought and heโd felt something old and dangerous stir in his chest.
This wasnโt new. It was justโฆinconvenient.
Feeling this way about you right now while he was actively trying to help you, to build you. It was inco-fucking-venient.
And Mariaโฆ God, Maria had scorched everything out of him. Sheโd taken and taken until there was nothing left but a weapon in her shape. No softness. No want. At least thatโs what heโd told himself for a those 60 years after leaving her.
But youโฆ
It hit him like a damn freight train. Raw. Unfiltered. That ridiculous collar still in his fist earlier, dragging you through the snow like an unruly pup, and all heโd been able to think was donโt look at his neck, donโt look at his mouth, donโtโ
Jasper let out a sound halfway between a groan and a curse, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.
This wasnโt just attraction. It was hunger. Different from thirst, deeper than instinct. He needed you. Needed to be near you, to know you were breathingโeven if you didnโt breathe anymore. Every part of him, soldier and monster both, was straining toward you like iron to a magnet.
Youโre dangerous, he told himself. Not because of that venom-lock trick you kept hitting him with. Not even because you could make the Denali sisters collapse without lifting a finger.
But because you were waking up something in him he thought Maria had killed for good.
He wasnโt straight in the slightest.
And damn if it didnโt scare him how much he liked it.
The knock was soft, almost hesitant. Once. Twice. Then silence.
You dragged the towel tighter around your hips, still dripping from the too-hot shower that hadnโt even left a mark on you. The contrast of your cold skin and the hot water made steam leak from your body as you cracked your door open.
Jasper stood there like a ghost, lean and rigid, hands shoved deep in his pockets. His amber eyes flicked up to your face, down to the towel, then back up again so fast you almost missed it. *Almost.
โSup,โ you grunted, stepping aside without thinking. If he wanted to scold you again about โcontrolโ or โfocus,โ heโd have to do it while you found a clean shirt. You turned your back on him, water tracing paths down the planes of your shoulders, and started digging through the drawer.
Behind you, Jasper closed the door with quiet care. And then he justโฆstopped.
His eyes dragged over you like a starving man forced to walk past a banquet. Not in the careful, paternal way heโd been looking at you since youโd woken up as a newborn. No, this was something hotter, heavier, something he hadnโt let himself feel in decades.
The change vampirism carved into you was breathtaking. Even in the week since your turning, every line of you had sharpened, every motion had become lethal and fluid. Muscle flexed under your skin with a kind of inhuman precision, smooth and dangerous. Your complexion had taken on that otherworldly sheen, your warm undertones gone, replaced with something cooler and muted.
And then there was the mundane detail, droplets sliding over your back, catching on the silky black durag tied over your head, highlighting waves he couldnโt stop staring at.
Christ alive, Jasper thought, throat tight. What the hell are you doing to me?
You didnโt even notice him staring,still rummaging, muttering about where the hell your sweatpants had gone. But Jasper noticed every damn thing. The way you stood with casual confidence, the towel threatening to slip a little lower with each move. How the room smelled of soap and steam, your newborn scent wound through it, sharp and intoxicating.
For a man who hadnโt slept in a century, this felt like the closest thing to dreaming.
โNeed somethinโ, cowboy?โ you finally asked over your shoulder, holding up a pair of joggers in one hand.
The sound of your voice jerked Jasper back a half step, but his gaze didnโt soften. If anything, it sharpened, like a blade being honed.
โYeah,โ he said, voice lower than he intended. โNeeded to talk to you. Face to face.โ
But it wasnโt just talking he wantedโand he hated himself for it.
You didnโt look up, just yanked the joggers free and tossed them on the bed, still pawing through the drawer for a shirt. โAbout what? Training again? โCause Iโm not doing round three with you today. Iโll drop dead.โ
โYou wonโt drop dead. I fear itโs a bit too late for that.โ You scoff at his dry joke. His bootsteps clicked soft on the hardwood as he shut the distance a little. โBut thatโs not why Iโm here.โ
Something about his tone made you pause. You turned halfway, towel slung low on your hips, water still tracing down your ribs. And Jasperโwell, he swore heโd meant to keep this professional. Just walk in, say what needed saying, and walk out.
Except his eyes betrayed him.
They slid over you like they had a mind of their ownโฆshoulders, chest, the sharp lines carved where there hadnโt been any before. Not gawking, not sloppy. Focused. Appraising. Like he was cataloguing every difference vampirism had etched into you. And with each step he took closer, it got harder to pretend he wasnโt looking.
โThen what?โ you asked slowly, brows drawing together. โWhatโs got you looking like youโre about toโฆ eat me or something?โ
That made him freeze mid-step, but not back off. If anything, he smirked faintly at your choice of words, though his jaw stayed tight. โYou ever gonna stop runninโ your mouth?โ he muttered, but there wasnโt any real heat behind it.
โYou ever gonna tell me what the hellโs goinโ on?โ you shot back, towel hand tightening just in case it slipped.
He shouldโve laughed. He shouldโve said itโs nothinโ, just wanted to check on you, and left. Instead he kept walking until there wasnโt much space between you at all. You could see the amber rings in his eyes clear as day.
โI came toโฆ make sure youโre settlinโ in,โ Jasper said finally, but the words felt paper-thin, like he barely believed them himself. His gaze dipped brieflyโto your throat, your collarbone, lowerโand then snapped back to your face. โMake sure youโre in control.โ
โFunny way to check,โ you muttered. You could feel him lying.
That earned you a real grin, quick and dangerous. โIโm thorough.โ
โOh are youโฆโ
โMmmโฆโ
The air between you felt charged, like during training when your power hit him and locked his body up, but this time it was all him, no venom-stutter, no blood-trick. Justโฆ heat. The same heat youโd been craving since 15, freshman year of high-school.
โYouโre staring, dude.โ Your voice was half-joke, half-warning, a crooked grin undercutting the fact your knuckles went white on the towel at your hip.
Jasper didnโt even try to deny it. He just breathed out a laugh, soft, low, like it slipped past his teeth without permission, and kept on coming closer.
โYeah,โ he drawled, gaze unwavering. โReckon I am.โ
Neither of you said anything for a solid ten seconds. The silence wasnโt empty, it was loaded, humming with that dangerous charge that always came off him when his control thinned. You used the stillness to study him back: the hard-cut lines of his jaw, the faint puckered scars at his throat and down the side of his face, half-moons of venom bites you still hadnโt worked up the courage to ask about. You didnโt even know if you were allowed to.
Jasper leaned in first, slow enough to give you time to step back. But for the first time in eighteen years, you werenโt nervous. Werenโt scared. What was there to fear now? Who could beat you for it?
So you leaned in too. Met him halfway.
The kiss itself was barely a brush at first, nothing but a quick press of lips โ and Jasper, disciplined as ever, tried to pull away fast, to pretend it didnโt happen. Heavy on tried.
Because your hand; bigger, stronger, solid as iron, slid up behind his neck. You caught him before he could retreat, fingers locking just below the soft hairline, and pulled him back in.
This time the kiss was deeper. Not neat, not patient. You didnโt care. And judging by the way Jasper exhaled against your mouth like heโd been holding that breath for a century, neither did he.
Jasper hadnโt planned this. That was the first lie he told himself when your hand caught the back of his neck and dragged him in again. He hadnโt meant to come here tonight, hadnโt meant to knock on your door, hadnโt meant to let his eyes wander over every sharp line vampirism carved into youโฆman who in the hell was he fooling!? Heโd been thinking about this since the locker room. Since the barracks, even, back when his pulse still meant something. Heโd just buried it under Maria, under guilt, under a century of pretending.
And now here you were. Steam still rising off your skin, water clinging to your collarbone. And here he was, losing grip on the same discipline that had kept him alive for decades.
Careful, cowboy . His own voice in his head, cold and strict, the one that used to train newborns and cut them down when they got too wild. But this time, he didnโt want to cut you down. He wanted to burn with you.
From your side, it was like seeing him crack open. Jasper, whoโd been a wall of quiet command and clenched control, suddenly pressing forward, not pulling away. His hand came up, warm only from friction, not life, and braced against your jaw. Not rough, but firm enough to keep you from even thinking about breaking the kiss.
You realized, dizzy and sharp at once: this wasnโt new for him. This wasnโt confusion like it had been with you. This was a confession. He knew what this was, had known for a long time. You just happened to be the spark that lit it up again.
He broke first, dragging in a breath he didnโt need, forehead still pressed to yours. You could feel the tremor in him , not fear, not weakness, but restraint stretched so thin it might snap.
โDamn,โ you muttered, voice low, grip still on his neck. โYouโve been holding that in a while.โ
His eyes; gold haloing the black, flicked up to yours, sharp and unguarded. For once, Jasper Whitlock didnโt have a smooth comeback. Just the truth simmering in his chest, hotter than any thirst.
Jasperโs voice was a rasp, gravel dragged across silk.
โI need youโโ his lips barely brushed yours as he spoke, eyes flickering from your mouth to your stare and back again. โIโve been needinโ youโfor a long timeโโ he swallowed hard, the venom thick, sweet-smelling in the air between you. โHell, probably before you were even born, but Iโโ his breath hitched, the words breaking free like theyโd been chained down too long, โI need youโฆโ
Your laugh was low, breathless, almost disbelieving, and you just nodded, gripping his waist and dragging him flush against you. No more space, no more question of what this was. Both of you were stone-hard, your dick twitching underneath your towel while his strained in his sweatpants, breath coming too quick for creatures who didnโt need to breathe at all.
โYeah?โ you murmured, voice deeper now, almost taunting, but warm.
His jaw tightened, but not from anger. His hand shook once, then stilled, moving fast to the knot at your towel. The fabric fell almost too easily, and now you were completely naked. He had seen you naked less than a handful of times but this was different, way different.
You kissed him again before he could say another word, teeth clicking, lips bruising, and JasperโMajor Whitlock, soldier, killer, the one who never let himself slipโactually shuddered against you.
โPlease,โ he muttered against your lips, voice cracking like old wood under weight, โplease, let me make you feel goodโฆโ
The words were almost a growl, a plea laced with command. Your fingers dug into his back, brows pushing together as his hips grind against yours, this pleasure completed new. You werenโt a stranger to kissing and touching but- this was a manโฆ your man. And this is the first time you knew it would go farther than you ever did with any girl youโd break up with a week later to avoid the exact thing thatโs about to happen-
โPleaseโฆโ he whispered once again, snapping you out of that feeling of nerves and unsure. โYeahโฆyeahโฆโ you muttered, hands pushing up his shirt as he toed off his boots, kicking them off somewhere in your room. You breathed out. Eyes fluttering as you looked down at his pale sculpted body, this was the first time you saw him without a shirt onโฆ and those bites did go further down.
โDamnโฆโ it came out on accident. He huffed out a laugh, eyes glancing down your bodies, his cock twitching just by the sight of you. โYeahโฆ damnโฆโ he leads you back to the bed, your knees hitting the mattress causing you to fall back on your elbows. You werenโt as shy as heโd thought you would be.
Your fingers fisted the sheets as you watched him slide off those sweats, eyes low and chest heaving as if you were a lion that just got done chasing prey. Your legs were spread, dick leaking already from the lack of touch, sitting right below your navel as his pants hit the floor right with his briefs. Shit.
His skin had been paler than youโd thought, yet his tip a wet mauve color. The same color that matched his nipples and lips. You couldnโt stop staring. He was carved by the Michelangelo himself, smooth hairless skin, veinsโ even though were empty with blood, were blue and bulging out of his lower abdomen and the base of his penis.
โFirst time seeing a man naked like this?โ He asked, buttery in the silence as he watched you watch him. You didnโt know how to reply to that without making it awkward, a breathless laugh leaving your mouth. You settled on a nod instead. He shouldโve expected that. This was his first time as well. โOther than naked boys in the locker roomโฆโ you trailed off as he smiled down at you, it was more of a lazy smirk.
โWanna know somethinโ?โ He asked, yet you couldnโt even make decent eye contact. โWhatโฆโ it came out as a whisper
โYouโre not alone in this. This is my first timeโฆ with a man that isโฆAll about making memories, remember?โ And as he said thisโฆ god as he said this he was already crawling up between your legs. โOh..oh really?..โ this time there wasnโt a teasing edge to it as you asked, your legs parting to accommodate his body, you breath picking up, heaving as you felt his legs and thighs brush against yours.
โThat does make me feel betterโฆโ you joked softly, and this time he laughed with you. โOhโฆgodโฆโ you gasped out as his face brushed into your neck, his nose inhaling your new primal scent, his mouth opening to taste the side of your neck. โAinโt no god hereโฆโ
His words sent a shiver straight through you, and for a second you forgot how to breatheโnot that you needed to anymore. Those had been words that had went against your entire human existenceโฆand you find yourself not caring. You felt yourself being free.
You felt him shift, braced on his forearms now, his weight pressing into you just enough to make the mattress groan. Every brush of his thighs against yours set your nerves on fire, every inch of his body heatless but electric.
โJasperโฆโ your voice cracked on his name, not out of fear but sheer disbelief at how close he was, how easy it was to let him in.
โMm?โ he hummed against your neck, lips just barely grazing skinโtesting, teasing, lingering like he already owned the spot he hovered over.
Your hand, steady in a way your voice wasnโt, slid up the firm line of his back, tracing where old scars mapped his skin. โThisโฆ is insane.โ
His lazy smirk deepened against your throat. โWelcome to the club.โ He tilted his head up just enough to meet your eyes, his amber gaze darker than youโd ever seen it, pupils blown wide. โYou gonna stop me?โ
You shook your head before you even thought about it. โDo I look like Iโm gonna stop you?โ He huffed out a laugh before he leaned over to press his lips into yours, causing you to moan softly into his mouth. How were you supposed to act normal after this? How were you supposed to act sane as if you hadnโt tasted him, felt his tongue on yours, his cock grinding your thigh. Fuuuck.
Your hand slid lower on instinct, gripping his waist, pulling him tightโ tighter-until you both felt it, him, hard and ready and no longer something you could ignore. Jasper groaned into your mouth, venom sweet on your tongue, and then his voice broke against your lips, desperate, unsteady:
"God, you don't know what you're doin' to me..."
Your hips twitched at that, a broken whimper leaving from your nose as you two rubbed against each other. This feeling was too intense, it was already overwhelming. โJasperโฆโ
โIm right here, babyโฆโ *baby?? Oh my fucking god Iโm about to come.
โMmโฆโ your head rolled back, eyes closing and brows pushing together as you just tried your best to concentrate to not come, to not grind your hips up too much but fuck it was just too much. And Jasper, he was already taking advantage of you.
His lips went back down to your neck, hand reaching up to cup your jaw. The air around you thrummed like a wire pulled too tight. His lips moved against your skin, not biting, just claiming, tasting you, as his hips shifted fractionally lower.
Your breath hitched. โJasโโ
โShh,โ he whispered, his voice breaking like it was costing him to keep it steady. โLet meโฆjust let meโฆโ His tongue, wet and surprisingly warm, flattened out and licked up your skinโฆ and then he went down, further and further until your eyes snapped opened and you looked down at him with widened eyes.
โJasper-I donโt knowโโ
โJust need to taste youโฆโ
That shut you right up.
โAinโt nothinโ to be scared ofโฆโ
Your hips twitched again, entirely on instinct, and his low laugh rumbled against your skin as if he could feel the frustration bleeding off you. โEasy,โ he murmured. โDonโt fight it.โ
You shakily nodded, the hand on his back coming up to rest on the back of his neck.
Then his hand finally wrapped around your length, a low purr rumbling in his chest as his eyes that shined from the warm light in the room looked into yours. Black to black, the red in your irises and the gold from his gone. And then he tasted you, tongue rolling out and licking the underside of your thick cock. Jaspers control cracked as that bitter sweet taste of your venom coated his tongue.
A sharp, broken sound tore out of your chest, half snarl and half whimper. Your hand shot down into his hair, meaning to push him away, or maybe pull him closerโyou couldnโt tell which. โGod, Jasโโ you gasped, voice tight, head tipped back against the wall.
โriiight hereโ he growled against your skin without lifting his head, lips brushing up and down your shaft, words coming ragged now, more confession than tease. โJust you, just meโฆโ
The sound you made at that, sharp, breathless, almost a laughโseemed to undo something in him entirely. His grip tightened at your hip, his voice low and desperate against your skin. โNeed you, been needinโ youโdonโt tell me no nowโฆโ and then his mouth, so warm, so fucking wet, hugged your tip like a firm hand shake, suckling and and moaning around you as he tasted and took in your essence.
And whatever half-formed protest you had died right there, burning out in the back of your throat as instinct took over, your other hand fisting in the sheets. โFuuuck, Iโm gonna cooomeโฆโ you whimpered, cursing like you didnโt grow up in the church, like you didnโt do Bible studies Wednesdays and Thursdays. That seemed to fuel him even more, his eyes fluttering closed as his throat relaxed and took you in even more. No gag reflex, no struggle, just pure lust and need.
He didnโt even get half way down before your hand in his hair tighten and your toes curled. โOh my goshโโ your back arched off the mattress, your nut spewing into his mouth and he swallowed it up. Youโre apart of him now, forever and always.
He pulled away with a soft pop, lips wet and fixed in a grin.
His back it the mattress with a soft thud and grunt, his pores extruding his lust, almost smothering you in the face as you bend down to burry your face in his neck to take a greedy inhale. โMmโฆ you smell so goodโฆโ you muttered, your voice vibrating against his neck causing him to groan softly at the tickling feeling. You were ready for him now, that first orgasm was just the preheat.
He seemed to be right where you were, his thighs widening. โGuess that woke you up hm? Movinโ real eager.โ He huffed out a laugh, his hands coming up to spit on his fingers. A curse flew out your mouth as you watched him reach down, his fingers rubbing up and down his hole before one slipped through. โโฆoh godโฆโ you said for the 100th time that night. This is the most erotic thing youโve seen in all of your lifetime.
He was shameless and beautiful in a way that almost hurt to look at.
A curse fell out of your mouth before you could stop it. โJasโฆโ you said hoarsely, not even sure what you were asking for.
โJust watch,โ he murmured, low and warm like honey. โAinโt no need to rush.โ
But your body didnโt agree. Every nerve felt coiled too tight, every second dragged long and thin. The hunger, the same gnawing that burned your throat for bloodโwas here too, deeper, more confusing. You were sure youโd lose your mind if you didnโt touch him.
The way he breathed out a shaky laugh at your expression made your chest twist. โWhatโs wrong, darlinโ? Never seen anyone this worked up?โ
โNoโโ you croaked honestly, shaking your head, โnot like this.โ
The words slipped out raw, honest, and they hit him harder than you meant. His teasing edge softened, eyes catching yours again as if to ask without asking. And you didnโt look away. He slipped in another finger, stretching himself out for you as his pants, lips parted.
Your hands gripped his thighs and pushed them further up, you couldnโt take it anymore, it was like watching the most seductive and personal porn ever and you never watched porn.
His fingers slipped out of him with a low moan and you didnโt hesitate to press your tip against his hole. Hands slipped around your hips and pulled you in closer causing your hands to reach up to grip the sheets above his head, and you swore you saw the light just for a second as your dick gets sucked up by his tightness. Your eyes closed tightly, your breath caught in your throat as he pulls you deep inside of him with a parted mouth. โYeah, yeah just like that..โ his breath hits your ear as he speaks to you.
His legs were around your hips now as you thrusted until he took all girthy inches, till your balls were the only thing seen. This wasnโt like being human. There was no guilt clawing up your throat, no flash of your motherโs voice spitting venom about sin and shame. If anything, the thought of her made you laugh breathlessly against Jasperโs throat. โYou okay?โ He asked you, his voice low and breathless as he tried not to be loud. Loud wasnโt in his natureโฆnot yet atleast.
You nodded fast, licking your lips as he fluttered around you. โTryingโฆtrying not to cum so fastโฆโ you whispered almost pathetically and he huffed out a laugh, causing you to groan against his neck as his body squeezed yours. You pulled your hips back- slowly before pushing them back in, a small gasp catching in your throat as he groaned into your earโฆ
You paused, eyelids fluttering opened, and pulled back just enough to see his face. You caused that noise. You made him feel this way. He didnโt bother anymore with the reassurance, mostly because he could barely reassure himself as he watches your maroon eyes peer down at his lips. Your hips began to move in a slow careful rhythm, your faces mimicking eachothers as you fucked into him.
โOhโฆoh fuckโฆโ his moans werenโt as loud as youโd hoped, and that fueled something inside of you, something that itched your ego and curiosity. So you moved faster, your thighs clapping together louder, causing the bed frame to thump against the wall. โOooh fuuuuckโฆโ You bit down on your lips as you watched his eyes roll back, that same exact face he made when he was knocked out for those 5 seconds during training. There it is, you thought to yourself.
โLike that?โ You whispered against his lips, wanting to taste the sounds he made, wanting to swallow them down inside of you. He nodded with a short whimper, honestly at lost for words at just how good you felt stretching him out. โUh-Mh-โฆmmmโฆโ he bit down on his lip, and if he could blush his cheeks and ears would be a blinding red from embarrassment.
You werenโt having that.
โCmonโฆ pleaseโฆ tell me how Iโm doingโฆโ you muttered, your hands release the sheets above his head, pushing his thighs against his chest even more, forcing his legs to unwrap from your back and hang limply over your shoulders. You were deeper now, your mouth needily taking in air in that habit you couldnโt break. He was losing his mind underneath you, and heโironically preyed that the Denalis didnโt acknowledge what was going on under their roof.
โYes yes yesssโฆโ he could barely even understand what the hell you were telling him at this point, his brain overwhelmed as you tip touched his prostate. โIโmโฆ Iโm doing good? God Jas, you feel so damn goodโI know Iโm not gonna lastโฆโ you ramble on and on, your fingers at this point digging into his skinโand it hurt, it hurt so bad yet felt so good, heโd let you crack him as long as it was you. He couldnโt give a damn at this point as your hips pistols against his in that sloppy rushed way. โIโm gonna cum sweetheart, fuuckโkeep goinโฆโ his head fell back against the wrinkled sheets, eyes squeezing shut as his balls clinched with his release.
You were right behind him, the weight of your upper half pressing him into the mattress as your thrusts get even worse. โIโm right there Jas, can Iโ can I come inside you? Pleasepleaseplease,โ you begged him at this point, because you knew you wouldnโt be able to pull out in time, you just knew. And damn, that was enough for him, just the thought of you coming inside of him caused him to twitch beneath you, his noises broken and embarrassed as he came over his stomach and chest.
Just the sight of his face contorting was enough for you. You couldnโt wait for his answer even if he tried. โJasper, oh myโโ your mouth fell open as you basically fall into him, your cock borrowing so deep inside of him his hands reached up and dug into your neck and backโtrying his best to hold onto something from this sensation pouring into him.
You eased back, slow and careful, like moving too quickly would break the spell or maybe shatter you both entirely. Your chest was heaving, Jasperโs hands still lingering on your back as if letting go would mean this wasnโt real.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum in the walls, your senses still thrumming from everything youโd just felt. You half-collapsed beside him on the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and for a long moment neither of you spoke.
You just stared.
His hair was mussed, a rare thing. A lock of gold fell across his forehead, his lips faintly parted as if words had been on their way but never made it. You could see every tiny scar on his neck, every mark that told stories you hadnโt asked about yet. His amber eyes were heavy-lidded, not from exhaustion, but from something else. Something youโd put there.
Holy shit. I justโฆ with Jasper Hale.
It shouldโve felt wrong, or scary, or something. Instead, it felt like the only thing in the world that made sense.
He didnโt smirk, didnโt try to play it off. He just looked at you like youโd been his all along. Like heโd been waiting for this exact moment, maybe since before you even knew what you wanted.
โโฆWell,โ you muttered finally, because the silence was almost too much.
โYeah,โ Jasper said, voice low, rough around the edges. And thenโhe actually laughed. Just one soft huff of breath, but it made you crack a smile.
Neither of you said the words out loud, but it didnโt matter. The way his hand found yours in the space between you said it for both of you. The way he didnโt let go, not even after the quiet stretched on.
Whatever line youโd crossed tonightโฆit was gone for good. This wasnโt temporary. Wasnโt casual. In that shared glance, that stillness, you both knew: together wasnโt just a choice. It was a fact.
Yโall it was supposed to auto post on Saturday but it never did, then when I went to go check THAT HO IS GOOONE. Yโall I was so mad because I usually wright all my stuff in my notes because I know how tumblr can be. I wanted to be DIFFERENT and wright it on TUMBLR but now itโs GONE๐ฅท๐ฝ itโs gone forever and I had to rewright it, but now Iโm gonna post it. Yโall Iโm so sorry I thought it was up already and yโall know I donโt check my notifications because I let my posts be if I freshly post them. BUT ANYWAYS IM POSTING IT TODAY AFTER WORK TRUST
hi :) could u plz write a twilight fic jasper x reader <3
What are you doing to me.
Jasper Hale x Black!Male reader
Religious trauma, slight internal homophobia, angst, MLM, vampirism, no slur usage, sexual tension, Jasper struggling with internal battle, mental picturing of gore and murder of high school students, car crash body gore, gay, reader โdiesโ
Part One (1/2)
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Youโre new here. Forks High is smaller than any school back home, and the rain feels like itโs always just waiting to soak through your skin. It was constant, humid yet cold all at once. The basketball court beneath your feet is familiar, a patch of ground where you can forget everything else for a little while. But even that comfort is thin, frayed by the weight of your motherโs prayers, her warnings about sin and salvation echoing in your head.
โYou know I want some grand babies after you graduated college.โ โBaby why arenโt you dating, Iโm sure someone at church got the hots for you.โ โImma hook you up with that Jasmine girl, sheโs a good child of god.โ
Ugh, it was exhausting. Why couldnโt you just play basketball and do what you wanted? It wasnโt always about her.
Raised by a strong woman in the South, you learned early how much love could hurt. Her faith was ironclad, but so was her fear, fear that her only son might stray from the path sheโd set, fear that the world would take him and twist him into something she couldnโt recognize. She never said it outright, but you knew the silence carried the weight of homophobia, a shadow you couldnโt outrun no matter how fast you dribbled down the court.
It was free time in PE. Your team was practicing free throws, and others were walking around the gym and talking to their friends. You didnโt have friends. Yes, you had the team, but they werenโt considered friends yet. You were doing your own thing, using the free hoop and practicing free throws. Thatโs probably why you didnโt notice him.
Jasper Hale watches you from the benches, his expression unreadable. โAsthmaโ Is the reason he sat out, the other students think itโs that Cullen charm that gave them favoritism. The scent you carryโฆit was more than hunger, more than the primal call of blood he felt. It claws at him, fierce and unrelenting, stirring something buried deep beneath decades of control and old, harsh memories. It leaves his throat hot like flames, it leaves his mouth sopping with venom, and eyes dark like coal. A Confederate soldier turned vampire, he never imagined heโd be fighting these urges for a boy like you someone so alive, so painfully human and so full of resentment and sadness.
He felt you.
He studied you in that not-so-careful gaze, that gaze that Rosalie would roll her eyes at because he wasnโt being subtle in the slightest. He swallowed thickly as he forced himself to hold his breath, the mere scent of your sweat was overbearing, the pulse of your heart beat dominating the sounds of people and sneakers squeaking around him. You were dangerous.
Each day, he battles the pull, the violent want that his body screams for but his mind refuses to accept. And then thereโs the unfamiliar ache in his chest, confusing and unwelcome.
Jasper wasnโt sure what scared him moreโฆthe hunger or the unfamiliar swell of feelings heโd never faced. He remembered Mariaโs cold command, the countless newborns heโd trained to kill without question. Sometimes he wonders how long it would take. Maybe five minutes in total. His black eyes scan the gym in a careful primal way. Something he was ashamed to admit but he always did. Kill him, him, herโฆ then herโฆthose three right there and those five there, that wouldnโt take more than 10 seconds for their necks to be broken. Then thatโll leave you. Confused from the sudden quietness, but before you could see your classmates' head turned the other wayโฆyouโd be dead. And heโd take his time doing it. Savoring the flavor of your essence, the first taste of blood in 65 years. He swallowed thickly, before standing up to excuse himself to the locker room.
He couldnโt do thatโฆ you wereโฆdifferent. And so was he. What would Carlisle think? He thought to himself. Rosalie would kill him herself.
You didnโt see him depart, he was invisible. Exactly how it was meant to be.
You remember the first time he caught you off guard. It had been a long Sunday the day before. You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was zone out during this free bell before heading to your next class.
Just outside the library, when your hands slipped, and coffee threatened to spill onto your new hoodie. His reflex was sharp; he caught the cup before it hit the ground.
โThanks,โ you muttered, your voice rough with fatigue and something else, something unspoken.
He nodded, eyes searching yours for a moment longer than polite before he turned away. You felt it too, the strange weight behind his dark gaze, like a question with no answer. You shrugged it off then before pushing the library doors open. Dude was weird. Thatโs what they were saying about the Cullens anyway. The weird siblings who looked pretty and isolated themselves. You wished you could say you forgot that interaction as soon as it happened. But that weird nagging guilt you feltโฆ
You want to understand whatโs stirring inside you, this pull toward Jasper that feels both terrifying and inevitable. Your motherโs words echo again, warning you away from this path, but your heart isnโt listening. You didnโt want to call it a crush, a deep disgust and anger filling you from even going that farโฆ but you also werenโt blind, you saw the way he looked at you, the way he looked, smooth face, messy blond ringlets, dark eyes that looked black. He wasโฆnever mind.
The whistle blew, cutting through the thrum of sneakers on polished wood.
โHit the showers! You all stink!โ Mr. Rowly barked, you breathed out amusingly and some laughed.
You slung your duffel over your shoulder, sweat cooling against your skin, and made your way toward the locker room. Jasper was already there, somehow always ahead of everyone, already changed, leaning against the far wall with that unreadable expression. You tried not to stare.
Jasper, on the other hand, didnโt have the luxury of pretending.
Heโd heard you coming before you even stepped inside, the slow, tired rhythm of your heartbeat, the faint shift of fabric against damp skin. He kept his eyes forward at first, willing himself into the calm heโd mastered over decades. But calm was a thin thread now, fraying fast.
You stripped your jersey, pulling the clingy fabric over your head in one smooth motion. The scent hit him first, salt, heat, deodorant, and something that set his throat ablaze. His mouth flooded instantly, jaw tightening as he forced the venom back. And then his gaze betrayed him.
You werenโt looking his way, focused instead on unlacing your sneakers, fingers moving quickly and carelessly. Every motion was too human; unguarded, alive, warm. Jasperโs eyes lingered on the slope of your shoulders, the way the light caught the sheen of sweat along your back before you turned toward the showers.
He told himself it was just the blood. Just hunger. Thatโs all.
And then you pulled your shorts down along with your boxers.
The air seemed to shift, his breath (what little he took) caught somewhere in his throat. His mind scrambled, trying to reconcile the sharp, instinctive pull toward your pulse with the sudden, equally sharp awareness of your body in a way he hadnโt let himself feel inโฆ God, over a century.
You didnโt notice the way his hands curled into fists at his sides, or how he pressed his back against the lockers like distance might help.
No. He wasnโt that man anymore. He wasnโt the boy whoโd stolen glances in barracks, burying those feelings under discipline and bloodshed. He was supposed to be stone. Unmoved. Untouched.
And yet.
The sound of water hitting tile filled the space, and Jasper found himself imaginingโnot hunting this time, but something softer, stranger, and far more dangerous.
He forced his gaze away, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He tried to listen to the conversations around them, for the hint of the bell even though it didnโt come for another 20 minutes. Maybe it was easier when all he wanted was your blood. Hunger, he could control. Thisโฆ he wasnโt sure he wanted to.
The steam curls around you, warm and heavy, drowning out the rest of the locker room noise. You take your time, letting the water beat down on sore muscles. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know heโs still out there, leaning against the lockers like he always does, untouchable.
You tell yourself you donโt care. You tell yourself heโs just another weird Cullen. But when you step back out, towel slung low around your waist, you catch the briefest flicker of movement, his eyes snapping away from you like youโd caught him mid-thought.
You ignore it. Mostly. Tried not to dwell on it, everyone glances sometimes.
Jasperโs fingers twitch at his sides as you pass. He tells himself heโs not following you with his eyes. He tells himself the water still clinging to your skin isnโt worth noticing.
But you smell like rain and warmth and life, and itโs too much.
So he speaks.
โGood game yesterday.โ
The words are flat, almost awkward. Itโs not much, but itโs more than heโs said to you before.
You blink, halfway into pulling your hoodie over your head.
โโฆThanks?โ
Itโs clumsy. Youโre not used to him talking, and he doesnโt exactly make it easy.
You shove your things into your bag after swiping on some deodorant, but you catch him watching you againโฆsubtle, but not subtle enough. The weight of it sits heavy in your stomach.
After that, itโs small things.
Jasper holds the door when your hands are full. You offer him a spare pen in history when his pen mysteriously โruns outโ of ink. One day, when the vending machine eats your dollar, a bottle of Gatorade lands on the counter beside you without a word from him.
He never lingers long, but each interaction stretches just a second too long, enough for you to notice the way his gaze dips, like heโs cataloging you in pieces. It freaks you out in ways thatโs notโฆnormal. Were you creeped out that he watched you or were you flustered that he watched youโฆ
By the second week, you find yourself sitting near him at lunch, not with him, but close enough. The Cullens keep to themselves, but Jasper doesnโt look away when you slide into the seat behind him.
You canโt explain it, but itโs easier to breathe there. Maybe because he doesnโt fill the silence with pointless questions.
Jasper notices the shift.
Youโre not avoiding him anymore. And thatโsโฆdangerous. You shouldnโt be close, not when heโs so hungry for you all the time. But he couldnโt be Edward, he couldnโt pretend to be mean and angst when all he wanted to do was be nearโฆthatโs it. Thatโs all he wanted to do, just.be.near.
He feels your emotions from across the roomโfrustration from math homework, the flicker of amusement when the science teacher mispronounces a word, the low hum of exhaustion you carry every day like an extra layer of clothing.
And sometimesโฆ something else.
Not quite trust. Not yet. But curiosity. Interest.
It makes his throat ache worse than the hunger ever did. It makes him want to take advantage, just so he could be closeโฆenough.
It becomes a pattern. Little nods in the hallway. Your eyes caught his during warmups in PE. The quiet, almost comfortable awareness that no matter where you are in the room, he knows exactly where you are.
You start to wonder what it would be like if he actually talked to you like a normal person. You tell yourself youโre just curious. Thatโs all.
But some part of you already knows thatโs a lie.
You donโt even notice when it happensโwhen sitting behind him in history turns into sitting beside him. At first, itโs because every other seat is taken. Or at least, thatโs what you tell yourself. But then you keep sitting beside him, even if your usual seat is empty. Over and over again. He doesnโt tell you to stop though, but little do you know youโve died about 16 times in his head. But even with those dark stupid thoughts and the ache in his throat. He liked your presents, and he was gathering that you enjoyed his as well.
Itโs weird. Heโs quiet, yeah, but itโs not the kind of quiet that makes you uncomfortable. Itโsโฆ steady. Maybe itโs because heโs ironically the best conversation youโve had since being there.
Sometimes you catch him glancing at the notes youโre taking, the neat loops of your handwriting. Once, you hear the faintest โhuhโ under his breath when you mutter an answer before the teacher says it out loud.
Heโs close enough to feel the edges of your emotions now, even when youโre trying to hide them. The muted irritation when the class drags. The low hum of self-consciousness when someone makes a joke about the basketball teamโs โnew guy.โ
But then there are flashesโmoments when you look at him and something electric pushes against his control. Curiosity. A reluctantโฆ warmth. It makes his chest ache in ways he hasnโt felt since before the war, before Maria, before heโd stopped letting himself feel anything human. When he was just a 19-year-old kid going into war(a questionable decision on his part), to get that taste of freedom and earn pride.
The week after that, you catch him waiting for you outside the gym.
โNeed a ride?โ he asks, casual like he has never said more than four words to you at once.
You raise an eyebrow. โYou even got a car?โ Of course he did, his dad was a surgeon. Yet you were still impressed.
His lips twitch something close to a smile. โBetter than the humid bus.โ
Itโs stupid, but you say yes. You didnโt know it but this was the end of your yellow bus years.
He drives *too smoothly, like someone whoโs never actually learned how to be in a rush. Not that you were in a rush, he can take all the time he wants, you didnโt want to go home to the nagging. The car smells faintly like leather and something sharp you canโt place.
The conversation is light at first, he asks about basketball practice, the weather, and you bring up the fact that youโve already gone through two pairs of sneakers because of the constant damp, basically throwing away summer's earnings. But most importantly, you notice he listens. Really listens.
You tell yourself itโs just because you donโt have many people to talk to here.
Jasper doesnโt dare tell you that the car ride is torture.
Every inhale is fire, but not breathing would draw attention. So he takes shallow breaths, keeping his hands steady on the wheel, forcing himself to focus on your voice instead of the pounding in your veins.
And he likes your voice. More than he should. It keeps himโฆ safe. Not exactly calm, but careful.
Over the next few weeks, you start to expect him. You start to subconsciously mold him into your schedule. On sunny days you knew he wouldnโt pick you up so you rode the bus or caught a ride from one of your teammates (you were getting close to them). On extreme weather days, you could guarantee heโd be there waiting for you after practice.
Sometimes heโs leaning against the wall outside class, other times heโs in the parking lot when you leave the gym. You donโt know what youโre doing, letting this happen, letting him in even a little.
But it feels good. Dangerous, but good.
For the most part, you just enjoyed having someone there, a new friend.
It clicks one late afternoon. A genuine conversation, nothing fancy, but something a little more intimate for some reason. More intimate than the car rides, even if theyโre others there.
Youโre shooting hoops alone after practice, the gym mostly empty, when he steps onto the court. No invitation, just moving into your space like itโs the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes he was too perfect, his walk straight and confident, his back almost too aligned for a teenager. But you never brought it up. Wasnโt important, you kept saying.
โYou play?โ you ask, bouncing the ball toward him.
He catches it like heโs done it a hundred times before, spinning it in his hands. โNot like you.โ
He sinks the shot anyway.
You laugh, shaking your head. โGuess youโre full of surprises.โ
He doesnโt say it, but so are you. And maybe it was because heโs choosing to bond with you through your hobbies, heโs getting to know you outside of dry weather conversations and weekend catch-ups. He knows you love ball, and he wants to play with you. It wasโฆfriendly on the outside view, two teens messing around, but deep down you knew that wasnโt the case. He was learning you. And fast.
This is where it starts to feel less like youโre avoiding something and more like youโre walking toward it.
Itโs weird how quickly โseeing Jasper aroundโ becomes โspending most of your free time with him.โ
You donโt even talk about anything groundbreaking; half the time itโs music, food, dumb observations about people in the hallwayโbut itโs easy. He doesnโt push, doesnโt try to fix you or pry, justโฆ exists with you.
Heโs been to a couple of your basketball games now. You donโt know how he can sit so still for that long without getting restless, but you notice him in the stands every time, pale hair catching the gym lights. Watching you and only you. It felt like he didnโt care much about the game, not when his eyes rarely left you.
Jasper on the other hand doesnโt understand why he keeps. Showing. Up.
Every time, itโs a war with himselfโhow close can he stand without tipping over the edge? How much of your emotions can he let himself feel before it becomes too much?
But heโs addicted in more ways than one now. Not just to your scent, but to the flicker of life you bring into his otherwise stagnant existence. You donโt look at him with fear. You donโt know you should. You donโt know the things that go through his brain every time he sees you on that court sweatin', or just humming a song on the radio as he drives you home. You donโt knowโฆ You donโt know just how much danger youโre in just being around him. Maybe he should be glad you donโtโฆ maybe he should be worried as well.
When the weekend comesโlike usual the two of you donโt hang out. I guess the two of you werenโt exactly out of school friends just yet, and you were okay with that. You had to be okay with that. So instead, you get invited to a party. A house party. And like the kept in child you areโฆ you say yes. It stings to lie to your momma, but itโs getting easier these daysโmaybe too easy. The closer graduation gets, the more you feel like your words can slide right past her without catching. Still, you werenโt expecting her to say yes so quickly. No suspicious squint. No drawn-out questions.
โBe back before eleven,โ she warns, eyeing you like she can see every possible sin waiting for you outside.
โYes, maโam,โ you say, already planning to push it just a little.
You do tell her itโs some quiet movie night or bonfire. You donโt tell her itโs at your basketball captainโs place, where the parents are conveniently โaway for the weekend.โ You donโt tell her the music will be loud enough to rattle your ribcage and that the smell of cheap beer and weed will cling to your clothes like wet smoke.
When you get there, the air is thick with heat, perfume, and bad decisions. The bass shakes the floor under your feet. People you barely talk to are pressed together in doorways, dancing in the cramped kitchen, spilling out onto the back porch. You get handed a red cup before you even cross the threshold.
And for the first time in weeksโฆyou let yourself breathe.
No sermons. No lectures. No constant, tight coil in your stomach every time Jasperโs eyes catch yours in the hallway. Just music, laughter, the slow burn of liquor sliding down your throat, and that sweet, dangerous taste of autonomy.
Itโs messy and loud and a little too bright. But you feelโฆ light.
Something wasโฆoff..
Jasperโs at home when it hits him.
That wrong feeling.
Your emotionsโusually steady, maybe a little guardedโare muddled, erratic. Sluggish in a way that makes his jaw clench. Youโre drunk. High, maybe. Out of everyone in that townโyours was the strongest, he could pick you out easily amongst the small thousands that lived in Forks.
And youโre far from home.
The moment heโs sure, heโs moving. Out the door, steps soundless on the porch, air sharp and damp against his skin. His siblingsโ questions hang unanswered in the living room. Thereโs no time to explainโnot when your presence in his head is flickering like a dying lightbulb.
Heโs already half feral by the time he hits the road, tracking the faint scent of beer and smoke clinging to your skin even from blocks away.
By 10:30, youโre stumbling along the side of the road, hoodie zipped up against the damp night air. Youโre buzzing, warm, not really caring where your feet take you as long as itโs vaguely toward home. The blacktop glistens under the streetlamps, puddles stretching like warped mirrors. Your sneakers scrape along the edge, your gait uneven. But youโre smiling. A dumb little, lopsided thing.. You felt happy. And free. You just hoped your momma was upstairs in her room getting ready for bed, or better yet already asleep. You didnโt want her seeing you like this, smelling like smoke and teenage sweat. Sheโd probably blow your high trying to pray away the sins you just committed that night.
The road is quiet except for the faint hum of a distant engine and the sounds of your feet dragging across the street. You squint, trying to place it.
Thenโwhite.
Blinding headlights.
A horn, sharp enough to cut through the haze.
You freeze, just for a second.
And a second is all it took.
He didnโt remember deciding to move.
The night was slick and cold, the kind of early spring chill that clung to the ground and carried scents for miles. Your trail was easy to pick upโbeer, weed, sweat, the faint tang of liquor sweating out through your pores. And underneath it all, that unmistakable thread of you.
He followed it without thinking, weaving between shadows and lamplight. He could picture you perfectly and he wasnโt a mind reader: hoodie zipped up and body flushed from the heat of too many bodies pressed together. That smile you got when you felt freeโcarelessโjust reckless enough to scare him. That same goofy smile you had on court
It made his jaw tighten.
He was moving faster now, too fast for human eyes, but not so fast heโd overshoot. Every second counted. He could already feel your emotions shifting again, something like contentment, hazy and unguarded, wrapped around the steady thump of your heartbeat.
Then, somewhere up ahead, another sound threaded through the night.
An engine.
Low at first, muted by distance. But getting closer. Too close.
His muscles locked for a fraction of a second. He could hear the rubber whisper of tires against wet asphalt. He could finally see the empty stretch of road meters away through the thick trees, could see you walking along the narrow shoulder without watching behind you.
He pushed harder. The trees blurred.
The hum became a growl, then a roar.
Through the darkness, the carโs headlights bloomed, twin suns tearing through the mist. They caught you in their path, and in that slice of a moment when his feet finally hit that gravel off roadโฆJasper saw everything: the way you turned your head toward the light, the slack, confused squint of your eyes, the way your feet faltered on the edge of the road.
Your pulse spiked. He felt it like a gunshot.
The horn blaredโhigh, metallic, slicing through the damp night airโand for the briefest, most dangerous second, you froze.
He was close enough now to see the white gleam of your teeth in the reflection, your dumb, drunken little smile fading into a startled O. Close enough to see the shadow of the carโs grille rushing toward you.
He wasnโt fast enough.
He didnโt have time to process it.
The sound of a balloon, maybe the sound of a shotgun gun or the sound of fleshy solid slamming into a 3-ton 2005 Tahoe. He couldnโt save you, it was like life shifted into slow motion and before he knew it you were a solid 20 feet in the air already. He smelt the blood before you even reached the ground, you didnโt make any noise as your abdomen and lower half morphed into something broken and limp. And then you hit the ground.
He felt like he had no choice but to pause, to collect himself even as he watched you bleed out. He was breathing heavy but not from exhaustion. But hunger.
The scent of your blood floods him, and for a heartbeat, he almost loses the fight. This close, with you bleeding out, it would be so easyโ
No.
The truck was already gone, the sounds of yelling and cursing in the car fading as they got further away.
Their scent was already memorized.
He drops to his knees beside you, hands hovering, useless, because no matter how much he wants to keep you breathing, thereโs only one way to do it. He swallows thickly. Eyes flickering from your neck already slick with blood and sweat, then back to your flittering eyes.
The scent was suffocating, thick in the air, clinging to his skin, every fiber of his being screaming at him to give in. His throat burned, his instincts roared, but the man gasping in front of him wasnโt prey. He was his. You were his.
โStay with me,โ Jasperโs voice cracked, low and rough, almost like he could will life back into you. โYouโre alrightโjust hold on.โ
The maleโs breathing rattled, a wet, gargled sound that made Jasperโs gut twist. You eyes half-lidded, glassy and bloody where the whites should beโkept trying to focus on Jasper, as if clinging to him alone could anchor him to the world. โJasโโ His voice broke, the word lost in a cough that painted his lips crimson.
Jasperโs hands worked frantically, pressing torn fabric into the wound, but it was useless. The damage went deeperโtoo deep. Your brown skin was paling from shock, your heartbeat fluttering, faint, like a candle about to go out. Jasper could feel it fading.
โNo, no, noโฆโ Jasperโs accent thickened, his voice slipping into something rawer, more human than heโd sounded in decades. โDonโt you dare.โ He tried to shift him, to get a better angle, but the movement drew another sharp cry from the manโs throat. Then your eyes rolled back from the pain. Jasper froze, guilt and panic battling in his chest as he saw just how damaged you were, bleeding from your head, nose, mouth, and your stomach was gushing open, already bloated with blood trying to escape faster.
His mind scrambled for a different solution. A wayโany wayโto keep you alive without crossing the line he knew he couldnโt uncross. He could bite your wrist. He could change you. He could damn you. But the thought of itโฆof stealing the life you still hadโฆ it fucked with the part of Jasper that couldnโt lose you like this.
Your eyelids fluttered again, breath stuttering. โMngโฆc-โฆcold...โ
Jasper cupped the side of his face with a bloodied hand, ignoring the way his own throat burned hotter with every second. โI knowโฆ I know. Justโฆ look at me, alright? Stay with me.โ His voice dropped to a whisper, as if making it softer could keep the truth at bay. โIโve got you. I swear, Iโve got you.โ
But his hands kept slipping on the blood, the warmth already fading under his touch, and Jasper knewโฆdeep down, that time was running out faster than he could hold it together.
Just recently fellow in love with your COD content. May I ask for plus size soft/gentle dom reader with Kyle? The thought of kindly making him love on himself is sending meeeee. (Feel free to ignore if youโre uncomfortable with this request)
โ ๏ธBody issues (Gaz is a little insecure), hand job, mirror play, cute smut, plus sized black reader, little dom-sub dynamic, ownership play.โ ๏ธ
You catch him in the mirror before he catches himself.
Shirtless, fresh from the shower, towel slung low on his hipsโheโs frowning. Studying the scars on his chest, the stretch of his arms, the slope of his stomach like heโs cataloguing flaws instead of history. You lean on the doorframe, warm and slow, watching his eyes drag over himself with that quiet self-loathing he never quite says aloud.
โYouโre staring again,โ he mutters, not turning.
โI always stare,โ you murmur, stepping in. โCanโt help it when the viewโs this good.โ
He scoffs, a puff of disbelief. But you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist and press your soft, solid frame into his backโgrounding. His breath hitches. He always does that when you hold him like this. Like it surprises him every time that someone wants to touch him gently.
Your palms spread across his stomach, thumbs brushing just under his ribs. God you loved this stomach. Then your hands went to his arms, squeezing the muscles, trailing the veins. โWhat is it today?โ you ask quietly. โChest? Arms? Or justโฆ everything?โ
His silence is answer enough.
You rest your chin on his shoulder. โYou donโt see it, but I do. All of it. The strength. The softness. The way you hold tension like itโs duty. The way you look at everyone else with such careโฆand then turn on yourself like you donโt deserve the same.โ
He shivers. Not from cold. Everywhere is hot.
โI love this body,โ you go on, voice dipped in honey. โEvery part. Not just because it looks good when itโs pressed up against mineโwhich it doesโbut because itโs yours. And you are mine.โ
He turns his head, cheek brushing yours, and his voice is hoarse, smooth like chocolate. โYou really believe that?โ
You smile, lips brushing the shell of his ear. โI know itโฆdonโt you love my body?โ
He looked at your reflection like you were crazy- how dare you ask that question?? โWithout question.โ
You gave him a small smile, and hummed. You already knew his answer, he wasnโt shy about it, worshipped you every time he was home.. โIโm gonna ask you that same question again. But Iโm asking you this timeโฆ do you like your body?โ
This time- he did hesitate. There were days, days like this where he did feelโฆinadequate.
โSure.โ The answer was dry. Too dry. And you squinted your eyes at him, causing him to breathe out a laugh. โWe canโt have thatโฆI bet I can get a better answer than thatโฆโ
Then you kiss the spot just behind his jawโthe one that always makes him soften-and he turns in your arms so fast, like he needs you to prove it now, needs to feel how much you mean it.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, firm but not rough. โSlow down,โ you murmur, guiding him to turn back around to face the foggy mirror. โLet me take care of you tonight.โ
And he nods, gaze heavy, breath stuttering. Because when you speak like thatโsweet and sure and worshipfulโhe believes you. And you need him to believe you.
You peered over his shoulder, full breasts pressing against his hot back, the drips of water from his back seeping into your bralette.
He was already staring at you through the glass, handโs already on the towel, dick half hard and you could see it tenting under the white cotton. โCmon, handsomeโฆโ you urged him, manicured nails trailing his sides, he shuttered, fingers letting go of the towel, and it falls over yโallโs feet.
His chest was heaving at this point, the tattoo of his grandmothers name on his heart looked like it expanded as he took in air. It was silly, every time he doubted his self, his mind, his physical- you were always right there with him- for him. And he believed you every time. Right now he did feel handsome, his fiancรฉeโs fingers all over his abdomen, making him feel like he was made out of glass.
โStunninโ sweetheartโฆ I hate it when you think of yourself less thanโฆ do you know why I hate it?โ You whispered into his ear, your teeth barely grazing the shell of his ear while your hand reaches to his mouth, and he licked, the drool on his tongue wetting your pointer, middle and ring.
โBecause Iโm yoursโฆโ
โBecause youโre mineโฆโ you echoed to him, hand wrapping around his cock and he couldnโt help but whimper at the temperature difference. His dark eyes watched your every move, trying not to fuck into your fist. โgood boyโฆโ fuck.
He inhaled sharply, โMmngโฆโ he whimpered, his hips poking out just a little as his back leaned into your chest, your slightly cold hand stroking him slowly, softly. โYouโre calling yourself imperfect, but youโre the greatest thing Iโve laid my eyes on, loveโฆyouโre perfect, inside and out. Not a mistake on your bodyโฆ so I canโt have you saying youโre not perfect, because then youโll just be insulting meโฆright?..โ your thumb presses against the slit of his dick, slick covering your thumb.
โYes-yes, rightโฆโ he licked his plump lips, his nails biting into his palm before his hands reached back to hold you- his large palms cupping your ass. โMhmโฆ now look at how perfect you areโฆ your scars, your bodyโฆโ he was getting louder now as he followed your orders, eyes following the light brown scars scattered around his abdomen. But it was so hard, it was so hard especially when you stroked him like that, focusing on his slicked tip.
โIโฆI can hardly focusโฆChrist โฆโ
โHaving trouble focusing you sayโฆ?โ This question had an undertone to it, and he felt your lips on his ear shift into a smile. He was so blissed out by your hand, he just nodded, his eyes watching the way your fingers moved around his inches.
โThen you do itโฆcmon.โ Your voice was still soft as you demanded him, his eyes fluttering up to look at yours, he wanted to tell you no- to beg for you to keep going, but his hand had already let go of your ass and grabbed his dick. He always listened to you- he just couldnโt help it, it was apart of him at this point.
Oh he was focused now, cock heavy and hot in his palm as he watched your hands crawl around his chest, your thumbs brushing his hard nipples. โOooh, loveโฆโ came from his mouth breathlessly, his senses hyper aware of everything right now, the humidity in the air, how hot you feel against his back, the sweat moving down his hairline as he watched you watch him. โJust like thatโฆgo on.โ
He only moves faster, your encouragement like honey to his tea in the mornings, so sweet and delicious. His precum was lube at this point, squelching noises echoing in the bathroom along side his breathy moans. He was never too loud, always on the verge of long breathy moans and quiet grunts when the two of you made love. One day, youโll change that.
For right now, youโll hold him as he approaches his orgasm, youโll watch him as he breathes heavily against your body, and jerks in your arms as his cum squirts onto the counter, and drips down his calloused fingers. โGood boyโฆโ
โM-mng, thank- thank youโฆ love youโฆโ
You kissed his damp shoulder, now damp with sweat and not water. โI love you too, my loveโฆhow do you look now, hm?โ You whispered softly, hands still trailing his body.
โIโm fuckin hot.โ
You couldnโt hold back your laughter, and he joined you.
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i canโt stop thinking about forced feminization with art. heโs so pretty i canโt take it. likeโฆ. god. imagine calling his cock a pussy while you fuck him. (not with a strap, no. we are not in that kind of scene.) itโs just you between his legs, (which is already dangling off the bed) and you are sinking him deep inside of you by rolling your hips slow like youโre the one fucking him.
and you are not riding either. youโre not bouncing. not that kind of topping. youโre not letting him have anything that makes him control anything. itโs just you. youโre thrusting him inside you. and youโre looking down at him like he belongs thereโฆ beneath you.
heโs already leaking, of course, heโs so close already. already twitching inside you, whimpering like he doesnโt know how to handle the way it feels. like itโs too much. like itโs not supposed to feel that good.
and you tell him while looking down at his fucked out face, โyouโve got the puffiest pussy, baby. donโt you?โ
itโs not a yes or no. itโs not even a question.
and heโs already nodding, eyes wide and glassy, like he needs you to believe it, like he needs it to be true. and you make him say it. you tell him to say it.
and of course he does. god, of course. he gasps it out between moans like itโs breaking him, all breathless and shaky. โI- Iโve got- a-ah... a fluffy- a p-puffy pussyโฆโ
you can barely take it. heโs so shy about it, but itโs like something heโs been waiting to say his whole fucking life.
you keep going, soft but mean. โwhat kind of girl are you, baby?โ
and he looks up at you like heโs about to cry. so red, so shy and embarrassed already.
๐คTo this post-I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!!! For my new Slut Him Out series. Aka, SHO, as in SHO ISSSS
๐ฉถManipulation, gaslighting, stalking, dark!Ghost, black reader (of course), femdom, age gap, late 30s ghost, mid- late 20s reader, small text.
๐คreposting bc lack of interaction.
He's obsessed with you but crippled by fear of rejection/ abandonment because of his trauma.
โซ๏ธ You? You play him like a violin. You know you've got him - and you never let him forget it.
โซ๏ธ He flinches at affection but craves it like oxygen.
โซ๏ธ"big scary man reduced to a submissive mess"
energy.
Simon Riley was not a man who rattled easily.
No - most days, he was the shadow in the corner of your eye.
The chill crawling down the back of your neck. The reaper who never needed to raise his voice to command a room. A tiger sizing up a lion.
You were different. You made the reaper stumble. You made this lion frightened.
He watched you like a starving man circling prey he knew.
He watched you like a starving man circling prey he knew would tear him apart. Not from a distance of bravery, no โ it was pitiful, the way he hovered at the edges of your space, eyes dark and flickering with want and fear in equal measure.
You felt him before you saw him most days, that oppressive weight of his gaze pressing into your spine. He thought he was subtle. He wasn't.
You caught him staring after training, chest heaving under his gear, tension coiled tight like a spring that would never dare snap.
"See somethin' you like, Ghost?" you drawled, not bothering to mask the amusement in your voice.
He froze.
Like a deer in headlights. No, not a deer โ a predator who'd found himself at the mercy of something bigger, something meaner.
His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you and recoil all at once.
"Iโ"
His voice cracked, caught in his throat like it didn't know if it belonged to him.
โNo,โ he rasped. A lie. The biggest one he'd ever told.
You stepped closer, slow, deliberate. Close enough to see the way his breath stuttered behind the mask. Close enough to feel the trembling threads of control slipping through his fingers.
"You follow me like a ghost in the dark," you murmured, gaze raking over him like you owned him. "But you're not hunting, are you, Simon?" You let the name linger, soft but sharp. You saw the way he jolted at the sound of it. "You're the one being hunted."
He shuddered.
Pathetic. Beautiful. Yours for the taking.
Then, you gave him a smile before slapping the side of his waist in a playful manner. Something no one else would do.
"I'm jokin! I'll see you around, lieutenant."
He blinks, confused on what the hell just happened, and watched you collect your things. Then you just left.