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sachiko1309 · 7 months

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A demon in an angels body

Summary: not much just smut with our dearest Japer Hale 🥰 Battle schcaaars 🤤😉

Word count: 2900

Warnings: This contains adult content. Minors DNI !!! smut, degradation kink, praise kink, rough sex, dom! Jasper, dirty talk

Then he started kissing me up and down, smothering my face, my neck, my shoulders, everything with his love. Slowly rolling on top of me and pressing me down into the mattress. As soon as I felt him hovering over me, I gave into his presence, letting me completely fall to his guidance. And him feeling how I let go for him, pushed him finally over the edge. Switching into his more passionate, possessive side he growled. A low warning for the others to not interrupt us or probably specifically towards Edward to warn him not to pry in his head.

Hearing Jasper growl and therefore claim me like that, had me involuntarily moan. “Do it again, darlin.” He whispered, sinking his lips right onto the pulse point underneath my ear. I slowly started to forget where we were and that there were at least eight pair of ears listening to what was happening. But Jasper biting down on my sweet spot had me squeaking his name breathlessly.

Sneaking his hand underneath my shirt he started to stroke my sides, making me shiver at the cold sensation, arching my back towards him. Kicking the blanket off himself, Jasper leaned back on his heels, looming over me with the most lustful and predatory eyes I have seen. I wasn’t even sure how it was even possible for this man to get me any hornier, but here I was, starring up at my boyfriend, my predator, my vampire, feeling how the wetness slowly started to seep out of my core.

And by the way his eyes suddenly snapped down between my legs, he was able to smell it too. There was nothing human anymore in his behavior. Every switch in him was turned to animalistic, instinctual, possessive. Grabbing my pants by the waistband he ripped them from my legs, tearing them in the process. Another growl escaped his lips, seeing me spread wide for him. As fast as I could, I shuffled out of my shirt throwing it carelessly towards where my other clothes had gone.

“Tell me if I am too much, darlin.” He pressed out, voice cracking on several occasions. I reached out for him, slightly pulling him down by his neck, when he leaned towards me. “You are never too much, Jas.” Pressing my naked frame against his body, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock twitch against the restrains of his pants. Jasper cuddled his head in my neck, taking one deep breath, before detangling himself from me again. “God, you smell so fucking good.” He groaned so quietly, that I wasn’t even sure if it was meant for my ears. But I didn’t care at all, once he started to rid himself from his clothes.

I let my eyes wander over his pale body. The way his muscles moved under his skin, tugging on the many scars scattered over his tall frame. He looked so dangerous, yet so appealing it was making my head spin. The way the sinking sun, dipped his body into fine orange light, accentuating his features even more, giving his blond locks a golden touch, while making the shadows under his lust blown eye seemingly bigger. A demon in an angels body.

Then he slowly came back onto the bed, savoring the time he took playing with me. But I was desperate, to the point where I didn’t care about the general power positions in the bedroom. Grabbing him by his arm I pulled him towards me. And to my surprise he gave in. With a coy smile on his face, but nonetheless. “Are we getting a bit greedy, sugar?” He drawled, dragging out his Texan accent to the max.

“Stopp playing with me. I need you, Jasper.” I whined, shuffling underneath him, while simultaneously trying to pull him down on me. But he was unmoving like a mountain.

“Beg.” Was all he said, the smile still plastered over his features. My eyes widened in shock. He wouldn’t dare to make me beg for him to fuck me, while his whole family was around somewhere.

“Beg, or I am stopping it right now.” He repeated, the tone in his voice now sharper, smile changing from cocky to arrogant. I shook my head, feeling the blush creep over my chest and cheeks. “Don’t make me do this…” I whispered.

“Do what?” He asked innocently.

“Jasper please… they are able to hear us.” Still whispering, even though it would not make any difference. Jasper just tilted his head. “They will hear a whole other things coming out of that pretty mouth of yours once I am starting to have my fun with you. So go on, be a good girl and beg your Major to fuck you properly.”

The sheer confidence he had, saying those filthy things while knowing his family was just another story away, made my head reel in desire for him, but I decided to lean a bit further in his game. “Make me.” Those two words were Jaspers nemesis and I knew it. I knew that the moment I spoke those words would be the moment he would lose it. And I was right. The smile vanished from his lips in a split second.

Grabbing me under my right knee he flipped me over, pressing me down with as much force as he could muster to not hurt me. Now I had him where I wanted him to be, pushed into the ruthless commanding side of him. My core was throbbing in willing anticipation, sleek being spread all over my thigh. Forcefully, Jasper pressed my legs apart, kneeling between them. One hand wrapped in my hair, turning my head to the side, while the other held his weight not to crush me. “You wanna play this game? You want me to stop being nice and treat you like a slut?” His voice was raspy, audibly running on the last string holding him together.

“Yes, please.” I moaned, spreading my legs even further and raising my ass up in the air. Jasper let out a rough chuckle, seeing me melt in his hands like butter. “Look at that. All it took was a little force and you are behaving like a bitch in heat. Tell me darlin, do you think you deserve to be fucked like a good girl?” I tried to nod, earning a slight tug on my hair. “Words, little girl.”

“Please.” Was all I could whine, desperately trying to get some release.

“Again.” He rasped.

“Please, Jasper. Fuck me. I need you, please.” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded or how much Emmett would make fun of me after hearing that. All I could think about was Jaspers cock in my pussy, fucking me senselessly.

“Finally.” He whispered. “You are begging. Sometimes I wonder if you are putting up this act just to rile me up further. Be honest, is that true, darlin?”

“Hmm” I hummed, not really caring about his words.

A deep sight came rumbling from his chest. “Do you even know what you do to me?” He asked, pressing a wet kiss on my shoulder. “The hold you have on me is insane. I should be the responsible one, taking care of you. And yet here I am, pinning you down on my bed, desperately fighting to keep control over myself.” After a short pause he gained his stance back. “But who am I to complain. I mean what man would turn down a vixen like you? And I am the only one who gets to have you. This is all mine. My good little girl.” By the end his voice once again turned into a deep growl, fed by the jealousy of other men looking at me.

Stroking his cock through my folds, he teased me again. Forcing me to be this whining mess underneath him. Lining himself up with my entrance he slowly pushed into me, careful not to hurt me, since he didn’t prepare me before. But I was so riled up by him, that he had nearly no resistance gliding into me. When he bottomed me out, he let out a low groan, his hand wandering to the headboard, where it promptly crushed a big gap into it.

He stopped his movements, letting go of me completely. Next to my ear I could hear another piece of wood breaking on the headboard. Then he finally started to move. Rolling his hips forward and pressing me down even further. I let out a delighted hum, closing my eyes and gripping the pillow underneath my head harder. “Fuck…” He hissed above me, intertwining one hand again with my hair, while the other stayed pressed against the wall. “Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.” Following his command, I opened my eyes. Getting locked up in his deep golden eyes, now nearly blown black from lust.

Slowly he picked up the speed, not letting go of me. He was now hitting my sweet spot deep inside me at a steady rhythmical pace, that I let out another suppressed moan. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you. Show me how good I make you feel.” Once again, his whole demeanor shifted. Had he been this rough commanding Major just second ago, he was now as soft and loving as he could be. Letting go of my hair, he started to caress and stroke my body with feather light brushes. Just ever so slightly that it had me yearning for more.

The way his movements, his thrusts and touches played with my body was pure bliss. I was riding on a hot wave of love and lust toward my abyss. “Oh god…” A loud moan forced itself past my lips, much to the pleasure of Jasper. He liked, when I was severely reacting to him, always making sure to pull as much pleasure out of me as my body could handle.

He started humming, bending down to kiss me. His lips were cold and hard against mine, still showing that he was indeed holding back for me. Giving me this lovely start. But underneath his well-kept gentleman attitude I could feel the need to possess me boil. Him openly holding himself back, to fully commit to my pleasure, send so much love and lust through my body, that again Jasper was holding onto the bed a bit to hard. Wood splinter raining down on the floor.

The knot in my stomach started to grow immeasurably. This mixed with Jasper treating my so softly, pushed my emotionally agitated self over the edge. With tears running down my cheeks, I called out for him, now finally not caring about the others in the house. He answered my call with letting go of the bed and my head. Only to then bury me underneath him, while pressing down my hands with his bigger ones. “Its alright, darlin. I am right here. You can let go.” He whispered against my ear. “You are doing so good. Such a good little girl. Taking me so well, so obedient. Go on. Come for me. Make a mess on my cock, I know you want to.”

A loud cry on my lips, I came hard. The wall of my orgasm hitting me with pure force. Dragging me over the cliff without any resistance. I was now in a free fall of blissfulness. Slipping in and out of reality, only being grounded by Jaspers low, raspy voice praising me. Bucking against his body I shakily came back to senses, to then get my breath knocked out of my lungs by his hungry kiss. He slowed his movements, letting me regain my stance, giving me a chance of further consent or to stop him from moving on. That’s what has struck me deeply about Jasper from the beginning. No matter what, he was always focused on me giving my consent, to never step over any barrier I had.

“You can let go, Jasper. Its okey. You wont break me.” I said, my voice still shaky from my orgasm. Pushing the hair out of my eyes, he asked: “Are you sure about that? You don’t have to...” I interrupted him, before he could get caught up in his thoughts too much: “Yes, I am sure. I can feel how you want to go rough with me. Take me Jasper. Make me feel good. Make me yours.”

Instantly changing his demeanor, he pushed himself up, effectively pulling me to my knees as well. Then he leaned over me, pressing my face into the pillow. “I want to hear you. Don’t you dare hold back, understood?” His voice didn’t let any room for discussion, so I obediently answered: “Yes, Major.”

“Good girl.” He rasped, wrapping my hair around his hand to get a better hold of me. Then he picked up a ruthless pace, forcing me to help steady myself with my arms spread out on the bed.

His fast pace had me forget any dignity that might have been left inside my body. Hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, now stretching me deeper than before, had me yelping and moaning out in pure pleasure. The lush sounds he was drawing from my body, mixed with my heavy breathing and his low groans. I could feel my juices from my previous orgasm running down my thigh, getting smeared around with every of his moves.

This right now was far away from the soft, sweet way he had thrusted into me before. He was now railing me without mercy, using me to his full pleasure. But that’s exactly how I wanted him to treat me. As an answer to his behavior, I twitched around his cock, implying my next upcoming orgasm. He pulled me up by my hair to his chest. “You ask before you come, you hear me?” He growled into my ear. Voice strained in sharp control over his inner needs.

“Yes.” I whimpered, not thinking about the consequences of not addressing him with his title.

“Yes what?” He snarled, shoving me down on the bed. A sharp slap on my left butt cheek, had me yelp out in pain, but that only seemed to spur him on further. “Answer me!” Another slap followed onto the right side of by behind.

“Yes, Major.” I cried out, again tears pricking in my eyes.

“Good girl.” He praised, actively drawling in his accent to rile me up further. “Promise me to never run away from me again.”

“Never, Major.” I whined, letting the tears flow freely.

“Do you know how worried I was? How much I wanted to come get you, to keep you safe in my arm?” Even though I could sense the anger in his voice, I didn’t feel threatened by him. The pain of being separated far to present in his words, that I could have misunderstood their meaning. It was part of our little play. Him apparently punishing me for shutting him out, to get the stress out of his system.

“I am sorry, Major. Please…” I begged, squeezing him with my throbbing pussy, not daring to speak the words to beg for another orgasm.

“As you should be. Does a good girl disobey her Major?” He pressed on further.

“No, Major. Please. I am close… I cant…” My cries were getting more and more desperate. I couldn’t hold back for much longer, silently praying he would release me. But it was Jasper we were speaking about. The king of sass and teasing.

“Then what makes you think you get to have another orgasm? Havent I already given you enough? And yet here you are, begging to give you a second one.” I could hear the pure pride of having me at his mercy. It was what got him off the best.

“Please, Jasper. I cant… I am too close. Let me come, please Major.” I squealed, holding myself together by nothing more than a thread and pure willpower. Luckily he knew how close I was, be whoever blessed who gave Jasper his powers, because he pulled me up against his chest again. Wrapping his cold arms around my body. “Come, darlin. Let go for me.”

And that I did. Relaxing into his hold, I let the second wave hit me with all the force and turbulences it brought with it. Far away I could hear myself, moan or much more cry out his name, clawing my fingers to his arms, to gain at least some stability. Only a few moments later, I could feel his cock twitch against the shuddering walls of my core. Spilling his cold seed deep inside of me.

With a deep growl, Jasper sunk into the sheets, burying me underneath him. I could feel him pressing me down, but luckily he had enough senses left to support his weight to not crush me. We stayed like this for a few minutes. Dwelling in the existence of one another, before he slowly pulled out. I hissed at this movement, because it now made me painfully aware of the roughness he had fucked me with. Great, now I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a few hours if not days. That would mean Emmetts teasing would not only stem from what he heard but also from what he was seeing.

#jasper x reader #jasper hale #jasper smut #smut #twiligt #female reader #battle scars

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beepiesheepie · 1 year

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Engineer headcanons from moi:

-loves summer, favorite season. Not just because it was the one time of year he got a break in his 10+ years of uni

-master barbecue man it's in his Texan blood. Makes his own sauces

-hates hates hates hot dogs because thats what he ate 24/7 as his meals in uni. His parents and grandparents never gave him money for uni so he would learn independence and boy howdy did he learn (derogatory). Because his diet was mostly hotdogs, pasta, and jello he actually couldn't eat anything else for a while after graduating- he would get sick, his stomach wasnt used to anything else. He's fine now though but it was pretty scary at the time. If you ask he will grill you a hot dog but you can see his blood freeze when you do.

-does cookouts for the team when it's a nice enough day on a weekend. They love him for it. He often serves ribs, steak, and chicken wings, his one vegetarian option is a salad.

-can and will stay up into the night working if he isn't persuaded to bed

-in uni engie slept 4-5 hours a night and crashed on the weekends, so if you're under engie and he's asleep you are NOT getting up

-knows how to ride a horse, has done it plenty of times

-sometimes he takes off the gunslinger or any prosthetic cause after a while the weight of it hurts his shoulders and back. Oftentimes when like this he forgets its off and tries doing things with his right hand only to go "Oh yeah, right"

- very bad with literary analysis on a deeper level. Flirt talk is fine, basic analysis is fine (this character represents the rich, this conflict is about being greedy), but if you ask him to go deeper he'll start getting stuck, hates when things are open ended like that, how are you supposed to solve anything?

-emotionally intelligent when it comes to knowing how other people feel and how he feels but when he snaps he snaps

-likes being up early to watch the sun rise

-has some old college merch that he keeps with him but it's really old. Has a little flag he hung up in the workshop. Kept his graduation cap and he has his PhDs proudly hung above his workbench in the workshop.

-speaking of, I imagine the workshop is a huge basement area, pretty large room but you wouldn't know with how much stuff is in it. It's filled to the brim with crates and mechanical parts and junk and somehow he found a way to have a tiny living area- its just a mini fridge, a table with food on it, a stool, and a radio next to a bed he has for when he wants to crash and not walk up stairs to his room. (I hc they each have individual rooms, but the size of them is, uh, puny. Basically broom closets +)

-god tier at cooking

-calls all soda 'coke' even if that isn't the specific soda he wants

-he was super scrawny and acne ridden upon entering uni. Sometimes he shows his old ID or a photo before he got on the train to uni to people and they just go "who the hell is this, did you have a brother"

-the words "Remember, you're a Conhager!" Are seared into his brain like a cattle brand

-goes outside and takes pictures of the tornado when the sirens go off, everyone but Soldier and Medic think he's insane for that

-has never slept in a comfy bed. Maybe one night at a hotel for something but he's never really owned in and slept in a comfy bed.

-is besties with most people on the team. Tries to be a dad figure for Pauling but Spy filled that niche before he did

-not a headcanon but did you know engie is 5'7". He is a normal height. What the fuck. This means Sniper is 6'4" and Heavy is 6'5". Soldier is 6'. Everyone on this team is fucking gigantic.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #i love him so much

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