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This is just adorable! 🥹 I'm totally scripting this to happen in my DR.

Giddy Surprise

Jasper Whitlock X Reader

Summary: You can't convince me Jasper doesn't miss having horses -> You have a surprise for Jasper. A furry, hay eating, clippity clop kind of surprise.

Word Count: 1082

Warnings: None, no beta, barely edited, I was really tired writing this, but I hope it's okay!

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You are practically buzzing with excitement the second Jasper sets foot through the door. He can feel it all the way from the entryway. You don’t conceal it either, waiting impatiently for him in the living room, all but bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Hey Jas,” you greet him with an absolutely giddy grin.

“Hello, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to your forehead like he always does, lips twitching into an amused smile. “How was your day?”

“Good, good, I have something to show you!” Patience really never was your specialty. Not when it comes to Jasper at least.

Originally, you had a big plan to reveal your surprise. You were going to pretend to read when he got home, let him get comfortable after a stressful day around humans, and then suggest going for a nice, mid-afternoon walk. That’s when you’d take him to his gift, and boom - surprise!

That plan went down the drain as soon as you heard his car pull into the driveway.

“What do you want to show me?” Jasper asks, already knowing you won’t tell him, but it’s worth the little conspiratorial look you give him.

“You’ll have to wait and see!” 

You take his hand and drag him into the woods, twisting and ducking between trees along a barely worn path. Jasper, being the patient saint of a man he is, follows along without complaint, content to just soak up the electric warmth of your excitement. You can’t even get a word out, that giddy smile never leaving your face, and Jasper can’t bring himself to look away.

He’s always loved the vividness of your emotions. Even when you were human, they would fill a room, your happiness like sunshine bursting through the heaviest clouds, your sadness like the weight of the air before it rains. He never could understand how one person could feel things so strongly. Not only that, but you’ve always been so unwaveringly positive, always smiling, always trying to love others the best you can.

Like this. He can’t imagine someone other than you being so excited about a surprise. Jasper doesn’t even care what it is. Your overwhelming joy is so pure, so contagious, he finds himself getting swept away in it, smiling like a fool.

It’s only when a familiar scent drifts past him that he drags his eyes away from you. You glimpse over your shoulder, catching the flash of recognition on his face, and your excitement only builds.

A few more feet and you break past the trees into a large field. Jasper comes to a sharp stop beside you, eyes going wide at the sight before him.

“Surprise!”

In the middle of the field stands a little stable, rustic and simple, with a gated fence stretching around the pasture. Right beyond the fence stand a small group of horses, grazing on the long grass without a care in the world.

You turn to Jasper expectantly. He looks completely stunned, lips parted, eyebrows shooting up. It almost makes you laugh, since he kind of looks like an adorable goldfish, but you smother it behind your hand. This was totally a good idea.

The idea started sprouting when Jasper first told you about his past. You remember the night, back when you were human. It took time to earn Jasper’s trust, but it was worth it, because that night he shared all kinds of stories about his childhood. It was the night you learned of his love for horses growing up, and how much he missed them.

So you got together with Emmett and Alice to design and build the stable. Emmett did most of the hard labor (you bribed him by promising to get Jasper to fight him again, since he was still petty about losing the last one), while Alice jumped at the chance to design the whole thing. Meanwhile, you focused on finding the perfect horses.

“The tan one is Whiskey, the appaloosa is Tango, and the chestnut one is Juliet,” you start, pulling the shocked vampire closer to the fence, “I was going to get just one, but when I was doing research, it said horses need friends, so I got three! It felt like a good number, and this way, we can go riding together!”

Jasper’s jaw clenches and unclenches rapidly.

He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know if there’s anything he could say.

When the two of you reach the fence, one of the horses lifts its head, ears swiveling towards you. For a moment, Jasper expects it to start running, as most animals do when they sense the predatory aura of a vampire. As soon as the horse lays eyes on you though, it gives a low snort and trots right over.

Right to him.

The moment the horse nudges its nose into his chest, something shifts in Jasper, like magic. The vampire loosens up, gold eyes practically glowing as he lifts a hand to rub its muzzle, the motion so natural despite the hundred of years he’s gone without being near one. The horse leans into his touch, head almost flat against his chest, ears flicking to the side as Jasper scratches his neck. A small, easy-going smile pulls at the blond’s lips, and you’re all but starstruck watching him. 

It's quite possibly the cutest thing you've ever seen.

“Do you like them?” You ask, barely above a whisper.

Jasper chuckles, ruffling the horse’s mane as he looks over at you, eyes warm, “Darlin’, this is the best surprise I’ve been given in a long time.”

You light up, “Really?”

He takes a step away from the horse, much to its displeasure, and wraps his arms around you instead, pulling you close. You stretch up to curl yours around his neck, humming happily when he leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, overwhelmingly soft, filling you to the brim with a fuzzy warmth. 

When he pulls back, he doesn’t go far, lips still brushing yours as he murmurs, “I’m certain no one has ever gone to such lengths for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You are very welcome, mister. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you.” You give him another, chaste kiss, soaring on cloud nine. “Now! Why don’t you show me how to ride? I think they’re itchin’ to get out of the pasture!”

“It would be my pleasure, ma'am.”

Safe to say, you end up falling off a few times. Apparently the whole vampire grace thing doesn’t apply to riding massive, moving animals.

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This came to me so randomly, and I loved it, and I don't think I did it justice, but I needed to just write it! I might re-do it, we'll see!

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧- 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ( 𝟐/𝟐)

▪︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 +𝟏𝟖 | 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

You're really goddamn stupid, you know that?" He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the tear and the tear alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he's been missing. 

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm crazy and stupid." You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clanks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.

"You can go ahead and bite me Jass-" You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarize yourself with each other, since-

"You're gonna turn me." 

Jasper finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly. 

"Why would I do that?" Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.

"Well… because you're you. And self restraint isn't very you, Jasper." You tuck the golden strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Jasper's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.

"I knew it." You marvel at the boy before you. "Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it's sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays." His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly. 

"The ice cold skin was my final check."

"How clever."

He produces the first smile you've ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. There's a vague southern lilt in his speech that intensifies your body's response. "You want a cookie for that?" He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.

"What's to stop me from ripping you open right now? There's no one here. No one will be here anytime soon." He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.

"Give me reasons." He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls. 

"I need reasons or-" his eyes flutter closed "-or I just might do it. I will kill you."

You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realize that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hotseat. Okay. 

You got what you wanted. Found out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price. 

You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.

"As much as it annoys you and me, Jasper, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with them. The Cullens." Jasper's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. "You never really had a home so you plan on keeping that. Killing the bookkeeper would spoil their entire Vampire fucking sitcom dream family, Jasper. You know this." Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him. 

"But you're still you, Jasper. Carlisle can't and never will change that fact. You're not Jasper Hale," You finally say, "You're Jasper Whitlock-"

In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you've been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. The only pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.

"I'm done playing your little mind games." He's seething and he's angry and he's right where you want him. 

"Oh? But we were having so much fun, Whitlo-" Jasper squeezes your throat, eliciting an electrified sound from the base of your throat.

"What do you want?"

You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face. 

"For you to turn me, Jass." 

He pauses. Quite literally. Jasper's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He's mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Jasper eases back again. 

"Once I start-"

"You won't stop? Jasper, we've been eye fucking this entire time. If there's one thing stronger than your need to feast," You lift that hand up once again, "-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can't go unnoticed, Jass, no matter how long you want it t-"

Jasper rolls his eyes, which comes as a complete shock to you before he murmurs: "Just shut up," before crashing his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it's magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It's strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You needn't open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Jasper hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart. 

"You can't do that." He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.

"What?" You inquire dumbly All too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.

"Pathokinesis." Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.

"Don't do that." He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don't register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.

"What? So you can like-"

"Control, sense and manipulate your emotions?" He says, coming up from your neck. "Yeah." He says with a nod that makes his golden curls bounce again before he takes your mouth in his once more.

"What you feel," he mumbles in between the kiss, "I feel too." 

Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Jasper pulls away. 

Have you really thought any of your movements through? 

What if sex with a vampire was fatal? You're about to spiral into oblivion before Jasper speaks up.

"No." He says curtly, and you're all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. "You're not pulling back on me now. Not after everything." You're in awe of his words.

"Jesus, so you really can feel everything."

That life threatening smile again.

"Pretty much."

He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You're about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Jasper's hand was leaning against that particular shelf. 

Maybe he's not as calm as he'd like to convey.

"There is one thing," the buttons are undone but he's stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you've ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right them and there. 

His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief. 

"I'm not gonna fuck you," he says with a sick smile.

"Why?" Its all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling on the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with Jasper giving you one-words. 

"I think you're really good at getting what you want," he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.

"And I'm not gonna allow that." He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Jasper does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness. 

Not commenting further.

"This is how this is gonna work," he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it's still there.

"You're gonna give me this." He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. "And I'm gonna give you this." His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.

"Got it?" He's already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you're too enamored. Too enamored at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You're too enamored to respond and he does not like this one bit.

Jasper flicks another finger against your clit.

"JESUS!" You scream into the empty library. Jasper, who's eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.

"No," he says irritably, "Jasper. Say Jasper."

You're a drunken, sex filled mess. "Fuck-Jasper." He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles. 

"Jasper… Jasper please." There are tears staining your eyes and you're so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being at a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It's too much.

Way too fucking much.

"Please? Please let you finish?" Jasper asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. "You'd like me to let you cum all over my hand?"

"Please, Jasper. Please."

"That's a shame…" He replies, "I thought we were having so much fun." You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you're too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Jaspers throat.

It's all so unbelievable. Jasper pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down. 

Hard.

"Jas.." Your completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there's a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.

"Fuck, Jasper! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!" You're sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time buy you felt even that was for his own pleasure.

Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.

And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.

Jasper brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. "I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl," he says, "I know." 

The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, "So pretty, so perfect." You realize he's as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.

"Jas?"

His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. "I'm-" You don't finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood. 

"That's it, my pretty, pretty girl." He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you're rocking uncontrollably into his hand. 

In that moment, Jasper may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter. 

You begin to feel… 

New.

"Welcome to immortality, Beautiful." He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.

You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.

"Population… You."

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

past lovers - jasper hale x reader

“i’ll find you” his words started to fade for you even more as you laid helplessly on his arms. “i swear i’ll find you” jasper desperately hugged your delicate body against his chest as he let the tears fall from his red eyes. “please, forgive me” his voice broke once again while repeatedly asking for your forgiveness. jasper looked down at you and his hand tenderly caressed your cheek one last time before you closed your eyes forever.

‘And you’re still hungry for her’- Jasper Hale Headcannons!!

• A southern gentleman through and through. He greets those he likes (and who he can control himself around) with a smile and a ‘Well, Hello there.’ while tipping his imaginary cowboy hat.

• He says ma’am and sir even if he is 10x older than the person he is talking too.

• Did I say he was a gentleman? Jasper likes to hold the door for those behind him, waits for the person who is tying their shoe, listen to the person who was cut off in the middle of a conversation, offers his friends to stand under the umbrella with him while it pours down rain, offer to pay sometimes.

• When first being with you, he had to keep a distance for a long while. He wasn’t sure that he could handle himself and was scared of hurting you on accident. But with the help of Edward, Bella and Alice, he was able to spend more time with you and realize he won’t hurt you.

• One of his hobbies is playing baseball and he loves to have you watch him play, but he loves it more when he gets to teach you. His cold hands over your warm ones on the bat as Alice tosses the ball in your direction. Teaching you how to throw the ball with enough force to get it to hit hard.

• His body is absolutely freezing, so please bare with him when he touches you with his cold hands. The worst thing is when your cooking with Bella and he comes over with his cold hands offering to help, placing his hand on your shoulder.

• He smells like a lot of things, but the ones I can pick up on the most are pine wood, blood, rain, and old spice.

“You’re doing so good.” Alice praises to you, holding onto you as your eyes roll back. She keeps her legs over yours so you can’t close them as Jasper pushes the rest of himself into you. “Almost there, just- hold on.” Jasper say, closing his eyes and taking in a breath he knew he didn’t need. But he needed to compose himself or else he could risk hurting you. “It’s alright, Jas, you won’t hurt her.” Alice says as she takes her attention off of you for a moment to look at Jasper. With those words, he pushes himself into you completely without any warning. He watched you cry out and arch your back, clinging onto Alice’s arm for support. For a moment he thought he hurt you, until he felt the pure bliss you were in.