#alec volturi x fem!reader

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ALEC VOLTURI HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 alec proposes to you

alec had centuries of silence before you.

centuries of numb routine, of duty and shadows, of watching others fall in love while never truly understanding it.

and then you came along, and suddenly, forever didn’t seem so long.

he doesn’t believe he deserves you at first.

you’re warm in a way he’s never been. you smile like the sun has personally greeted you.

the volturi castle is cold, unfeeling marble—except when you’re there.

your laughter echoes in the halls like sunlight, and even jane, in her sharp-edged way, softens when you’re around.

when he finally accepts that he wants forever with you, it scares him—because he’s never wanted anything before.

he spends months watching you quietly—memorizing the way your hands brush over old books, the way you stop to smell flowers even though they hold no scent for you in the castle air, the way you lean against him like he’s a safe place.

the moment he realizes he wants to marry you is small: you’re brushing his hair out of his eyes after a long day, whispering, “you always look so serious, love.” and he thinks, i want to be hers in every way the world will allow.

alec doesn’t want a grand gesture—he wants intimacy.

he wants to give you a memory that only the two of you will ever hold. so he waits until you’re walking together at dusk, far from the volturi’s looming halls, where the sky blushes and the world feels softer.

alec isn’t extravagant.

he is quiet devotion wrapped in eternal stillness, but when it comes to proposing to you, his centuries-old heart can’t help but beat just a little faster—figuratively, of course.

he plans everything with precision.

he practices the words alone in the library—quietly, almost like a prayer. “would you—no. you’re already mine. that’s not… quite it.”

alec carves out a private space just for you in the gardens—far from the guards, from the politics, from aro’s looming presence.

a hidden courtyard where the moonlight pools in silver across the stone, where roses still bloom under your touch. that’s where he’ll do it.

he hides the ring in a worn leather book he noticed you reading once—pride and prejudice, because you laughed when you called him your “mr. darcy with a cloak.”

the ring isn’t overly extravagant—it’s elegant, timeless.

it has a piece of onyx in the center, smooth and dark like his eyes, surrounded by delicate silver vines, like the ones that crawl along the stone walls where you first kissed.

he doesn’t kneel. alec doesn’t need to.

when he holds the ring between his pale fingers and says, “i don’t remember what life was like before you, but i know i never truly lived until you touched me.” it’s more reverent than any tradition.

his voice doesn’t waver, but his crimson eyes are wide—like he’s still stunned that someone like you could love someone like him.

you start crying before he even asks.

he looks startled at first—worried he’s done something wrong—but then you’re nodding through the tears and pulling him down into your arms.

when you say yes, alec just exhales a tiny soundless breath, as though your answer has uncoiled some tightly wound part of him.

alec kisses your hand after he slips the ring on. not once—three times.

the base of your finger. your knuckle. and finally, the inside of your wrist, where your pulse beats warm against his lips.

he presses his forehead to yours. “you have given eternity meaning,” he whispers. “and i will spend every moment of it loving you better than the last.”

alec just holds you there like he’s trying to memorize the shape of this moment.

jane watches from a balcony above with the smallest smirk. “about time,” she mutters, before walking away.

that night, you lie in bed together, wrapped in soft sheets and one another.

his head rests against your chest, listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat like it’s a lullaby meant only for him.

he doesn’t stop touching you—fingers brushing your wrist, arm around your waist, knuckles grazing your jaw. he needs the reassurance that this isn’t a dream.

he doesn’t need sleep, but he lets his eyes close because it feels like a dream anyway.

when you start to drift off, he pulls you closer, whispering sweet things against your skin.

“if there is a soul in me, it belongs to you.”

aro insists on a grand celebration and alec barely tolerates it.

you make it worth enduring—especially when you hold his hand the whole time and whisper that he’s yours in front of everyone.

alec isn’t much for wedding planning, but he lets you do whatever you want.

if you want roses down the hall? he’ll find them. want a mortal ceremony? fine. want to elope in the middle of the woods under moonlight? even better.

he doesn’t care who knows. let the whole castle see.

he’ll stand by your side at every formal event with his fingers twined through yours.

if anyone looks twice, alec meets their gaze with that quiet intensity that says, she’s mine. and i would tear the world apart for her.

alone, he carves your initials into the wall behind your shared room—subtle, secret, but eternal. “now the castle knows you belong here. with me.”

[rdmasevi]

Two Stars in the Same Sky

Title: “Two Stars in the Same Sky”: a Twilight fanfiction

Pairings: Alec Volturi x Reader Fem ( Renesmee’s twin sister )

Genre: Supernatural Family Drama |Gentle Slow-Burn Romance

Warnings: None

Summary: You and Renesmee were born together—but while she shines like sunlight, you were the quiet miracle. A little softer. A little slower. Loved just as fiercely by the Cullens, you’ve always been their second star. And maybe… someone else's, too.

They called you a miracle.

Even though all you ever wanted was to be enough.

Renesmee was bold, golden, unforgettable. She learned to talk before she could walk. She could show people her thoughts with a single touch. When people saw her, they smiled wide. Stared. Marvelled.

When they saw you… they softened.

You were quieter. Slower to grow. Your gift wasn’t something you could show off—it wasn’t even something you understood yet. But your presence calmed people. Grounded them. Like a warm hand on their shoulder, or the scent of rain before it falls.

“Two stars in the same sky,” Esme always whispered, when she tucked you and your sister into bed. “One that blazes, one that glows.”

And you were happy like that.

Until the Volturi came.

——

You felt the tension in the house before anyone spoke it aloud. The worry behind Edward’s steady voice. The way Bella touched you and Renesmee too often, like making sure you were still real. The way Emmett trained harder. The way Alice stared out the window just a little longer each day.

They were coming for Renesmee.

But you felt the eyes on you, too.

Like someone else had noticed there were two stars.

——

He didn’t speak to you—not at first.

Alec was like a shadow at the edge of a dream. Red eyes, emotionless face. He stood behind Jane on the battlefield, unmoving, unreadable. But once—just once—his eyes flicked to yours.

And held.

And your breath caught in your chest.

Because the cold in his expression cracked. Not much. But enough.

Enough to feel like he saw you.

Not Renesmee’s twin.

You.

——

After it was over, and the Volturi left, things settled. But something in your chest had shifted. A hum beneath your ribs that hadn’t been there before. Something unfinished.

You didn’t tell Renesmee. Not right away. She wouldn’t tease you—but you didn’t want to hear her say it out loud. Not yet.

Because part of you knew this wasn’t the end of that story.

It was the beginning.

You didn’t know when you’d see him again.

But you could still feel that look.

The quiet one.

The one that said: you are not invisible.

You are your own star.

And someone out there is learning how to follow your light.

My main masterlist

[volturigroupie]

Bloodlust - Alec x fem!reader

Perhaps, he could indulge... His lips parted. Desperate. Starved. ...and leave her alive?  He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.

The study was quiet save for the faint rustle of paper. It had been that way for hours. Y/n eagerly note-taking at first, scribbling away, jotting ideas down in a notebook with speed and certainty. But now? Now she just read, marking passages with sticky tabs like colour-coded breadcrumbs for her future self to follow. A better rested future self, as the sun had long since set. Not that she’d noticed. Apart from the dim glow of the candelabra above, a half-melted candle rested on the oak table. It painted her focused features with warmth, an image that clashed with the chill of the stone walls. The flickering flames, the only thing pushing back the dark, were a small courtesy left behind by Demetri—her handler—who had both come and gone… at some point. Another thing she’d missed, too wrapped up thumbing through the dense grimoire. Dedication. It blinds you.

Slowly, the unnatural mist seeped in. Unnoticed, it crept through the gaps around the closed door and pooled along the edges of the chamber. As if seizing its prey, it hovered, waiting, its edges undulating slightly. Then, as if by sudden command it pounced with purpose, enveloping y/n in a shroud of nothingness. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, and her fingers froze mid-turn of the page. Her mind now a blank slate as all senses; sound, sight, touch, even the sense of self, were stolen from her. 

Swift turn of the handle brought the groaning door to open. It wasn't intention but rather compulsion that made him pause. Her scent, rich and layered, swirled around the chamber thicker than the mist he fabricated. He didn’t remember it being like this before. It did something to him. Standing on the threshold, he took another breath. An unnecessarily deep one. A flicker of dark curiosity stirred in his chest. It drew him in. 

Having pushed the door back to a close Alec moved through the stillness, his footsteps soundless as he approached. The faint crimson glow of his eyes caught the candlelight for a brief moment before he stopped just behind her, grasping the wooden chair from both sides.

His gaze swept over her, clinical and calculating. She sat perfectly still, her posture loose leaning left, chin resting on the palm of her hand. With a tilt of his head, he moved her hair aside. Smooth, unblemished, strikingly fragile—

No. 

Still, the thought of sinking his teeth into that unbroken skin flashed in his mind. The promise of warmth, vitality, and possibly something more. Quickly his eye located it. The faint thrum of her pulse at the jugular, steady and unguarded. The wood creaked under his grasp, frame trembling. Transfixed he lingered, venom pooling in his mouth, the predator inside him pacing restlessly.  

Would Aro really mind?

Stepping to her side with inhuman speed, he leaned in, his cold breath brushing up against her neck. So deliciously warm. And the smell— Oh God, the smell— his eyes might have rolled back before a low growl reverberated from deep within him. 

Panting now, each inhale a gust of bellows stoking the embers, the fire, the inferno that raged, laying waste to his throat.

This isn't what he came here for... Why did he come here?... He shouldn’t… But the way she sat, her neck inclined to him like an invitation.

His hand cupped the back of her head, just to keep her steady, as he inched closer until his nose pressed firmly to her jawline.

Would— Could anyone blame him?

Actually touching now he could feel the incredible warmth, heat really, almost scorching it seemed. Also the rhythmic vibrations of her pulse... Thump, Thump, Thump, ... crashing against his skin like waves against a rocky cliff. Oh, the beast no longer paced in its cage. It thrashed.

Perhaps, he could indulge...

His lips parted. Desperate. Starved.

...and leave her alive? 

He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.

THUMP… THUMP…THUMP

He was almost there, the pulse becoming louder. He opened wider, baring his teeth. The beast rejoiced, almost free off its shackles, when suddenly— he paused, exhaling sharply.

Unbelievable.

He was certain he pushed back all her hair earlier. 

His fingers entered his mouth to extract the interruptor, while he pulled away just enough to view her entire face.

And there it was.

Before him, a thick strand of hair. Now catching the candlelight as it curled against her cheek. 

He observed it with narrowed eyes. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reached out, his cold fingers ghosting over her temple as he quickly tucked the stupid strand back. There was no affection in the gesture, only precision—a need to see her fully, unobstructed.

But he didn’t move further. The moment broke, leaving the beast dejected and subdued. His mind lucid, the Volturi's newest rules rang clear. Y/n was not to be harmed—not yet, at least. 

His jaw tightened, as he straightened with some effort. Even now, completely unaware and at his mercy... hmph

Crossing his arms his focus fell on her lips. Though her face was completely neutral and her eyes half-lidded, still lost in the abyss thanks to his gift, to him— she smiled. Laughed even. Though he never heard her laugh, did he? Still, mockery is mockery, he could imagine it all the same. Aimed at him though, that was new.

Her mismatched eyes drew his full attention next. One (e/c), warm and curious; the other (e/c), sharp and reflective. Odd. Not unpleasing, but strange. Even in stillness, they seemed to hold secrets. Secrets that irritated and intrigued him in equal measure. He could almost 'see' her staring him down now; just like before in the library, like she would now if— Well, if it weren't for the current circumstances. His near invisible mist continued to swirl around her closely, rendering her senseless. And was that disappointing? The vacancy? The lack of defiance in those eyes? 

His focus suddenly shifted to the door.

Satisfied, or perhaps frustrated, he stepped back. His gaze lingered on her for a final moment before he turned to leave, slipping away into the shadows outside. Obeying its master, the mist began to retract, curling away from her body and dissipated after him.

Y/n blinked, her fingers twitching as life returned to her limbs. She glanced at the page in front of her, frowning slightly as though unsure how long she’d been staring at it.

“Guess I zoned out,” she murmured, rubbing her neck.

She shook her head, returning her attention to the research, unaware of the eyes that had watched her, the lips that had almost lingered too long, and the mist that had turned her world into silence.

[scarlet-fangs]

The Volturi guards gifting you jewelry

The Volturi guards gifting you Alchemy England jewelry based on the ones that I own.

Featuring : Demetri, Felix, platonic! canon Jane and Alec, Heidi, Santiago, a fem reader.

Demetri

Demetri gifts you the whole set of Bacchanal rose. Once at a party, he got particularly drunk, and as a joke you called him your Bacchus. The next week, he offered you the whole set, because he is always extra.

Felix

Felix, being the romantic he is, bought you two different pieces of jewelry, for what they represent. The first one is the Innamorato locket : he loved the name, and how gorgeous the piece was, with the Lord Byron quote engraved inside. He placed a picture of the two of you inside, and you love it. The second one is the betrothal ring, he loved the red color of it and the delicate spirals, he was really happy to place it upon your left ring finger, where it remained since.

Jane and Alec

After a good while, Jane and Alec ended up seeing you as an older sibling, always taking care of them and looking after them. As a thank you gift, they bought you the Mesukmus necklace : you always called them your angels, and well there is two cherub on the necklace...

Heidi

For Heidi, you are the most beautiful woman she's seen, her most beloved, and she loves to spoil you and treat you with the finest things. So it was no wonder she chose for you the queen of the night necklace, for you are the queen of her heart.

Santiago

You are the most precious little thing Santiago fell upon, a delicate and lovely creature, his darling love. He is quite fond of poetry, and likes to read it to you, so when he stumbled upon the Fleur de Baudelaire, inspired by Charles Baudelaire's Fleurs du mal, he immediately bought it for you, for you are as graceful as the fairies on the choker.

[maskysluvr]

rules

* requests are open *

will write for ; anakin skywalker ‘ alec volturi ‘ edward cullen ‘ tate langdon ‘ kit walker ‘ johnny cade ‘ jj maybank ‘ kai anderson ‘ dallas winston ‘ kyle spencer ‘ spencer reid ‘ aaron hotchner ‘ rafe cameron ‘ sirius black ‘ remus lupin ‘ james potter ‘ harry potter ‘ fred & george weasley ‘ theodore nott ‘ lip gallagher ‘ carl gallagher

will not write anything about ; puke ; shit ; illegal age gap ; age play ; rape ; abuse ; kidnapping

[notti-stellate]

Hey guys, I'm really sorry I haven't been updating but things have just been kinda hectic with getting ready to move and a lot of family drama. I'm ready to start getting back into posting but I've been thinking about maybe writing for more characters soon, I was thinking about writing for some of the characters from the Raven Boys series but idk if anyone will be interested in that. If you have any suggestions on other people I should look into they would be greatly appreciated 💕

[im-ovulating]

Hi ! I don't know if this is how kinktober works, but could I have Felix Volturi x reader with size kink? Thank you

(A/n: Kinktober Day 10/15! I cut out some parts of the scene because I couldn't be bothered to write the entire thing; the gist of it and the part that's most important for the fic is there, so... fight me lmao)

(As stated in one of my Alec fics: Yall better not come at me with, "But vampires are cold! There's no warmth!!" Yes. Correct. To *humans*; to other vampires, they don't feel cold. If you don't believe me:

-as per Breaking Dawn, Pages 333 and 334.)

Word Count: 2,362

Summary- The aftermath of the Italy Vaycay™ in New Moon

Warnings: Size Kink, Manhandling, On the Floor, Vampire! Reader, Felix Ragdolling the Shit Out of Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, Felix and Reader spar and then fuck

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Felix Volturi x Fem! Reader: Crush (me)

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You stand in the shadowy Volturi throne room, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and the cold ornate surroundings only amplify the unease. Your gaze drifts to the other Volturi members, their eyes glinting with curiosity and anticipation at what is to become of the Cullens and their pet human.

Edward Cullen stands defiantly at the center of the room, his protective instincts palpable as he faces Aro and tries to talk their way out of this transgression. He’s here for the human, Bella, willing to risk everything. It's... odd; the way he's so ready to die for her - it's like a wolf defending the deer it caught from the rest of the pack. Absurd. You can sense the confrontation building and the tension is delicious.

Aro’s voice cuts through Edward's defense, smooth and chilling. He’s intrigued by Edward’s boldness, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. It’s a game for him, and Edward is caught in the crosshairs. As the tension builds and Edward makes a move towards Aro, the black-haired king gestures to Felix, a signal you know all too well.

Felix steps forward before Edward has even finished his first step, and you feel a thrill run through you. He’s imposing, his presence commanding the room. The way he moves - confident, almost aching for the chance to engage - draws your gaze. You can’t help but admire his strength as he sizes up Edward.

The moment feels suspended in time. It’s a clash of wills, and you can almost feel the electricity in the air. Felix’s expression shifts to one of excitement, a predatory glint in his eyes. He’s eager for the fight, and you find yourself captivated by the way he thrives on the challenge.

As the tension reaches its peak, you know a fight is imminent. The uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, but all you can focus on is Felix, ready to unleash his power. The thrill of the impending clash sends a flicker of excitement through you; it's been a while since a convicted put up a proper fight...

When Felix lunges at Edward, it’s like watching a predator spring into action. He moves with such effortless grace and strength, it’s mesmerizing.

Edward tries to evade him, but Felix is relentless. The way he easily dodges Edward’s attempts to counterattack is jaw-dropping. Each time Felix strikes, you can’t help but admire how he effortlessly overpowers Edward, showcasing a raw, commanding presence that’s impossible to ignore.

There’s something thrilling about watching Felix dominate this fight, his confidence radiating like a shield around him. The other Volturi members look on, but your focus is solely on him - his powerful movements, the way he exudes control, and the smirk that plays on his lips as he toys with Edward.

In this moment, you're captivated by Felix. He’s not just a fighter; he’s a force of nature, and you can’t help but feel drawn to his fierce energy as he easily subdues his opponent, if you can even call the Cullen that.

All too soon, the fight is over. Felix slams Edward at the kings' feet, shattering the marble steps, before yanking him up to his knees and tilting his head back. The sound of cracking stone echoes as fractures snake their way up Edward's face, splintering his otherwise perfect skin.

Just before Felix can finish him off, the human shouts out, pleading for the Cullen to be spared in exchange for herself. 'Foolish girl...' you think. Did she really think that after her boyfriend was killed, we'd let her go?

To your surprise, Aro holds up a hand, halting Felix as he glances toward the girl. "You would sacrifice your own life to save on of us?"

At the girl's small, 'Yes', Aro considers her words, the tension in the room thickening. “Your willingness to sacrifice your life for a vampire’s is… intriguing.” He leans back, eyes narrowing a bit in thought.

You glance at Felix, who still holds Edwaard firmly, his expression radiating disappointment. He's obviously not too thrilled about not being able to rip the Cullen's head off. It nearly makes you grin, Nearly.

Finally, Aro’s smile widens, and he makes a decision. ��Very well. We shall let you go. It is not often we see such devotion.”

"What?!" Caius' outraged shout rings out the same time that Edward says, “You’re letting us go?”

Aro nods, ignoring his fellow king. “For now. But you must turn the human; that is our price. We will be watching... Do not test our patience. It is not without limit.”

Bella exhales in relief, and as soon as he's released, Edward flits to her side, his relief evident. Shortly after, they are dismissed, and Demetri leads them out.

After the fight you couldn't be bothered to pay much attention to the semantics. The Cullens are free to go, the human must be changed, we'll be watching, blah blah blah... No. What you're focused on is the tension set in Felix's shoulders. And the throbbing in your panties, but mostly the tension thing.

He's clearly disappointed. It's been a while since Felix has been able to fight like that - most of the vampiric law breakers the Volturi have been dealing with lately haven't put up much of a fight -, so to be able to brawl like that and be so close to killing Edward, only to be stopped last second, is most definitely irritating.

As soon as we are all dismissed, Felix leaves and heads in the direction of the room he uses to train the newborns of the lower guard. Without another thought, you quickly follow him.

The training room is dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the high windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. It's quiet, save for the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls. Felix doesn't acknowledge you.

"Want to spar?" You ask quietly. The glare he shoots you would make your heart skip a beat if it still beat in the first place. You've had a small (big) crush on the executioner since you joined the lower guard. By the time you proved yourself to be added into the permanent guard, the crush had grown into what you're dealing with now: the deep ache and longing to be the one he calls his, to feel his body pressed against your own - the warmth of him pressing you into the mattress as he fucks you senseless.

For a moment, he simply looks at you. You know the anger isn't directed at you, not necessarily so you simply ask again.

"It would help relieve some frustrations..."

The fight is instantaneous - in the blink of an eye, he's swinging at you. You duck, his fist just barely missing your jaw. You're both seasoned fighters, well-versed in the art of combat, and it shows. The air around you crackles with energy as you trade blows, each one stronger than the last. It's not easy to keep up with him, but one of the perks of being a former member of the lower guard is that Felix is the one that trained you. You know his tricks, but, of course, that means he also knows yours; he taught you them, after all.

Felix moves like a whirlwind, his strength and agility on full display. He's faster than you expected, his strikes landing true every time, leaving you to didge and duck out of the way. You have to stay on your toes to keep up with him, but you relish the challenge, pushing yourself harder than you ever thought possible. You keep on the defensive, letting him work the frustration out of his system.

He's not pulling his punches, but you also know that if he really wanted to, he could have torn you to pieces multiple times by now. There's a reason he is the undisputed choice for Volturi headsman.

Suddenly, you're knocked to the ground, your head cracking against the floor with a sickening echo. His knee is immediately on your chest and his hand around your throat in warning, keeping you down.

"You know what would really relieve my frustration?" He growls low, face inches from your own.

Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him, your crimson meeting his garnet. You don't bother struggling against his hold; even if you could get out, you're not sure if you would want to (you are sure- who are you kidding? You're damn-near in heaven right now). "...what?" You ask, feeling like you already know.

His lips curve into a twisted smirk, exposing fangs that are sharper than any blade. "You," he practically spits the word, making you shiver, "underneath me, feeling my weight on top of you, moaning as I fuck you." He leans down, his breath tickling your neck as he whispers in your ear. "Say you want it, Y/n."

Your throat feels dry as if you swallowed sand, but you can't deny the truth of his words. You do want it. You want him, and you've wanted him for so long. Taking a deep breath, you swallow hard and nod, your gaze never leaving his. "I want it..."

Felix's grip on your throat releases, and he shifts, so his knee is no longer digging into your sternum.

Without another word, he leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, heated kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, demanding entry, and you eagerly comply, opening up to him. You moan into his mouth, feeling his weight settle more comfortably on top of you.

He pulls back and nips at your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from you. Then, with sudden speed that catches you off guard, he grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it over your head. You let out an indignant noise as he doesn't even bother unhooking your bra, electing to just tear it off of you. "You'll live," he says, pulling his own shirt off and looping an arm around your waist so your naked chest is pressed against his as he captures your lips once more.

Felix trails his fingers lightly down your abdomen, skimming over the smooth skin and making you arch your back to feel more of his touch. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. Then, he moves to unfasten his pants, freeing his hard length from the confines of his jeans.

You shove your own down, pulling your panties off in the same motion. You've waited so long for this chance and you're not going to risk taking your time and having something interrupt...

You part your legs wider as he moves between your thighs, his hard cock pressing against your already wet folds. He groans, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and chest, stopping to suck on your nipple, causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

With one powerful thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts rough and demanding, taking what he wants.

You love it. You love the way it makes you feel, like you belong to him. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts deeper into you. He growls, the sound vibrating through your core, sending shivers down your spine.

As Felix slams into you again and again. The sensation is overwhelming, exquisite roughness mixed with even more intense pleasure. You're lost in the moment, lost in him. You grip him tighter, meeting his thrusts with pure need.

Your cries echo off the walls as he continues to fuck you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that's both primal and erotic. You can feel the tension building between you, the urgency growing with each passing second. Your shoulders dig into the marble beneath you and you can feel each thrust causing more and more hairline fractures through the stone as he all but pummels you into it.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel a coil of pressure starting deep within you, gradually intensifying with every touch. Every caress sends shivers down your spine. The tension escalates and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. The sensations cluster in your core, pulsating and throbbing, as if your entire being is focused on this single point of pleasure. You're acutely aware that anyone could walk in, but then, the realization that everyone in the castle can hear you anyway and is most likely steering clear of this room -hall, really- pushes that thought away.

You're so close that you don't think you'd even care if someone walked in. You're all adults that know what sex is; big deal. You've finally gotten your wish of Felix fucking you, pinning you down and taking everything that you have to offer, so as far as you're concerned, everyone else can fuck off.

You whimper as Felix picks up the pace, his thrusts harder and faster than ever before and you can feel the sharp points of the cracked stone digging into your skin, crumbling to dusk against the impenetrable flesh. It feels like he's reaching impossible depths within you, rearranging you to be his perfect sheath. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly, growing more and more taut with every passing second.

Your body tingles with anticipation, knowing that this is it, your cunt clenching down on him as you inch closer and closer to release. You bite your lip, trying to hold back your moan as the pressure within you reaches its peak. Felix groans, tilting his head back in ecstasy as he feels you tighten around him.

With one final thrust, he releases himself into you, filling you completely. Your body quakes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms begin to subside, Felix slowly pulls out of you, his chest heaving with unnecessary breaths.

"Fuck, I needed that..." he groans, running a hand through his dark hair. You can only nod.

So did you.

[hoo-n-i-ki]

Cold One. (Fin)

A vampire’s love is eternal—it transcends lifetimes that others can’t live.

PAIRING - Volturi!Riki x Cullen!fem!reader

GENRE - Twilight AU

CHAPTER WC - 5886

WARNINGS - Vampires, shapeshifters, graphic violence, death, suggestive/fade to black. (This is a complete work of fiction and is in no way a representation of Riki/Enha).

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Aro lifts you with ease, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. Cruel, cruel amusement.

Riki jumps, escaping the two tigers he’s facing.

It’s pure instinct, pure desperation, but Caius intercepts him, blocking his path. Riki snarls, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap, but Aro only chuckles.

“How tragic, my dear Riki,” Aro muses, his voice velvety smooth despite the carnage surrounding him. “Look how far you’ve fallen. A heart where there should be none. You would betray your own for this girl and her accomplice? Pray tell, is she your mate?”

Riki struggles against Caius’s grip, his ruby eyes burning with an emotion you’ve never seen before.

Fear. For you.

“She’s not the one who needs to die.” His voice is low, trembling with rage. “You’re here to kill me.”

Through his distraction, he lets the tigers’ minds go.

No.

But the tigers stay where they are.

“Caius, Master Caius, kill me. Let her and the Cullens go.”

“Oh, we will in due time,” Caius growls.

“But it is only fair you witness me take someone from you, dear Riki, is it not?” Aro’s smile widens, his fingers twitching around your throat. “After all, when you left, you took my prized Jane and Alec with you, and she was meant to die long ago, regardless,” he tsks.

Jasper moves, a blur of motion as he crashes into Caius, tearing him away from Riki. A split second is all Riki needs to break free, rushing for you—

But Aro tightens his grip.

“I wouldn’t,” Aro hums, lifting you even higher, causing the stony skin of your throat to start cracking.

Crack. By crack. By crack.

Alice screams your name.

Carlisle and Esme move in tandem, flanking Aro from either side, but Marcus intercepts them, knocking them back with a thunderous blow.

Riki closes his eyes.

Aro stiffens. His grip on you falters—just barely.

“Get out,” he hisses at Riki.

But Riki doesn’t reply. He’s trying his hardest to focus.

You can see it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch. He’s reaching, pulling, fighting to invade Aro’s mind.

But it won’t work. You know it won’t, because this past week, you were told all there is to know about the Volturi.

Aro is over 3000 years old. If Riki had centuries to hone his skills, Aro had several millennia.

The moment Riki is lost in his concentration, Caius moves faster than a blur. His hand snaps around Riki’s throat, yanking him back with an unforgivable force.

Riki chokes. His eyes fly open—but it’s too late.

Caius snarls, his face twisted in pure fury. “Pathetic boy,” he seethes, tightening his grip. Riki claws at his wrist, struggling, but Caius is older. Stronger.

Riki is losing.

And you’re helpless.

Your knees buckle, and the world around you slows to a dull hum, the chaos fading as a sense of peace washes over you.

This is it—the end.

Goodbye to Misora, who stood by you and made your last couple of months enjoyable.

Goodbye to the Cullens, who saved you the first time, gave you shelter, and let you feel like you belonged even when you didn’t deserve it.

Goodbye to Riki.

Riki.

You wish you had more time.

A wish. A regret. A gradual fall never spoken aloud.

And finally, a hello.

Hello to the parents you haven’t seen in twenty years.

Hello to the light you pray will still be willing to take you in despite the darkness that temporarily washed over your soul.

“This is not what we agreed on!”

A blur of fur. Glowing streaks of amber eyes. The crackling of bones as four legs move upright, shifting to two legs and two arms, covered by light honey skin.

Where the tiger who goes by the name Jay once prowled at the edge of the battlefield, a black-haired human boy you’ve never seen before now stands, eyes burning with fury.

“But our agreement was to remove the threat from your little town, was it not?” Caius speaks. “The newborn might be in the Cullens’ coven, but she is just as dangerous as Riki and his sister. Look at her red eyes.”

Jay’s eyes flick from you, to your captor, to Riki and his, and to your family being held back behind you.

Please.

“You’re right. We see the red eyes.”

Jay shifts back. Heeseung growls—a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through the clearing. Behind them, the rest of the tigers step forward slowly. Deliberately.

Sunghoon’s lip curls over his teeth. Jungwon’s claws extend. Jake’s shoulders tense, fingers flexing.

“Finish the job,” Aro growls, his minor disorientation making him lose his decorum.

The tigers don’t need to be told twice—they’re already moving.

Jay lunges.

Straight for Caius.

Caius is fast, but Jay is unexpected. He slams into him, tearing Riki from his grasp, sending them both crashing into the dirt.

The Volturi are no longer the predators. And you are no longer the prey.

“Traitors!” Caius spits, dodging Jay’s next attack, but he’s outnumbered.

The six tigers are everywhere. And even better?

The Cullens who were out hunting return with an unmatched vigor.

A roar splits through the night as Emmett crashes through the trees, his massive frame barreling straight into Marcus, sending them both tumbling. Rosalie follows, her hands catching his throat before twisting—

A sickening crack.

Riki twists to face Caius, finishing the job on behalf of the Baekho clan. He paralyzes him, while Heeseung tears his throat out.

Edward and Bella collide with Aro. His grip on you weakens, so you move while you still can.

You run straight toward Riki.

He reaches for you, arms about to pull you close, but—

“You think I’d let you have all the fun?”

A blur of motion. A flash of familiar long black hair.

Misora.

She bursts into the clearing, her crimson eyes burning, her fangs bared.

Edward is fast. Bella is strong. And Misora is Aro’s downfall.

She strides forward, her eyes locked onto Aro as he fends off Edward’s blows.

“You know, Aro,” she purrs, “you’ve had a long reign. But even the greatest kings fall eventually.”

Aro snarls, dodging Edward’s next strike, but he hesitates. Just for a second.

And Misora smiles.

“Did you by any chance think I was powerless?” she taunts.

Aro’s body stiffens. His expression contorts.

Then—he staggers.

His red eyes dart around wildly, as if trying to see something that isn’t there.

“What are you doing, lowly nomad?” he hisses.

Misora tilts her head. “Shutting you up.”

Riki watches, frozen, as his former master stumbles.

His movements become sluggish, his expression turning from rage—to confusion.

Aro reaches for his head as if trying to grasp at something that isn’t there.

And Riki, beside you, is just as confused.

“What—” His voice is hoarse as he steps closer, gaze snapping between Misora and Aro. “What are you doing to him?”

Misora smiles. A slow, dangerous smile. “I’m stealing away every last bit of his mental fortitude.” She turns to her brother with a raised eyebrow. “You’re welcome.”

So Misora’s power… compliments her brother’s.

You see the moment the realization clicks into Riki’s head, in the way his eyes regain their fire, in the way he takes a deliberate step forward.

He takes his sister’s invitation.

Aro gasps.

His fingers twitch at his sides, his head jerking slightly—like his own body is no longer listening to him.

“You—” Aro chokes, but the rest of his words die in his throat.

Because without his centuries of control, Riki is inside his mind. It’s like he’s finally able to invade a kingdom without a king.

Aro’s body stiffens completely.

His own hands twitch at his sides.

Then—they rise.

His lips part in a silent scream as his fingers curl around his own throat, his grip tightening—

Harder.

Harder.

Crack.

His head yanks violently to the side.

Crack.

His arms twist.

Crack.

With a sickening, final wrench, Aro’s own hands rip his head clean from his shoulders.

His red eyes—filled with terror—stare at Riki.

Finally, Aro falls.

Carlisle steps forward, his usually gentle face is hardened with resolve as he carries a torch in one hand. The flames flicker, casting an eerie light across the battlefield.

The Volturi’s bodies lay sprawled in unnatural angles, a testament to the brutality that just unfolded. Aro’s lifeless head is still locked in the wide-eyed expression of terror, his crimson eyes frozen in the moment of his demise. The others are equally still, their once-immense power now nothing more than lifeless husks.

Without hesitation, he lowers the torch to the first Volturi corpse—Caius’s body. The flame flickers and dances, igniting the exposed flesh, the smell of burning vampire flesh acrid in the air.

Riki watches, his eyes never leaving Aro’s head, his face a mask of quiet satisfaction, though his fists are still clenched. Misora stands nearby, her expression hardened, but there’s a flicker of something softer behind her gaze.

Carlisle moves methodically, his eyes sharp as he turns to Marcus’s body. Finally, Aro. As the final body catches fire and the flames roar louder, you stand there, surrounded by those who fought for you—those you care about most.

Riki turns to you, his gaze softer now, though his expression still carries the strain of everything that just happened. “We won,” he whispers, voice still hoarse from the struggle. “It’s over.”

Is this it? Is this the flicker of hope you’ve been longing for all these years? Beckoned by this beautiful’s man deep voice and carried by the scent of smoke engulfing the clearing?

You don’t need to inhale, none of you do, but it’s a smell that ensures that they’ll never rise again, so you savor it.

But then, breaking through the heavy stillness, comes a low, rumbling growl. It starts as a faint vibration in the ground, a guttural sound that seems to come from the depths of the forest. The tigers. Even they are inhaling the thick smoke, their animal instincts drawn to the scent of burning flesh.

For a brief moment, the tension is suffocating. Riki’s muscles stiffen, and his eyes dart toward the source of the rumbling. Misora’s posture shifts, a subtle but noticeable shift as she prepares herself for anything. A flicker of fear in her eyes betrays her calm exterior, but there’s also determination there. Your family have come so far, fought so hard, but it isn’t over yet, is it?

The growls grow louder, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the tension in the air becomes palpable. You can sense the change in the atmosphere—another threat, still present, lurking. The tigers, the ones who’ve been an uneasy ally throughout this, are not actually on your side. They’ve been here with a mission of their own. They believe the treaty is forfeit by having Riki and Misora around…

But before any movement can be made, the heavily striped tiger—Jungwon—slowly steps forward. His powerful form shifts and cracks, bones realigning with a sickening sound. In an instant, he stands before you, human once again, dressed only in the shadows cast by the surrounding trees, and already perfectly healthy, perfectly healed like you didn’t manage to injure him to begin with. His sharp eyes scan the clearing, assessing the situation, his body still radiating a tense energy.

The other tigers, their eyes wary and calculating, tense up. Their movements are slow, deliberate, as if testing whether the situation will turn hostile once more. The clearing is once again on edge, the air crackling with the energy of lingering uncertainty.

Jungwon doesn’t speak at first, but his gaze flickers to the burning bodies of the Volturi, to the smoldering remains that still hiss and crackle in the fire. He looks from Riki to Misora, his expression dark.

“We came here for one reason.” His words are clipped, sharp. “To kill you.”

A quiet tension fills the air as his words land, but then, as if to dispel the weight of them, he adds, “But it seems… at our core, we’re more alike than we thought.”

With that, he steps back, signaling to the others. They turn, almost in unison, retreating into the shadows of the trees, their movements swift and fluid. For a moment, it feels as if nothing has changed, as if the battle is far from over.

But the retreat is final. The tigers vanish back into the forest, leaving behind only the fading rumble of their presence and the promise that this fight is done. For now.

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Riki enters one of Cullen house’s various unused bathrooms, more than ready to wash away the last remnants of the battle. The proof that it happened. Proof that they survived.

His body aches, though not from injury—he heals too fast for that. It’s exhaustion, the kind that sinks into his bones, deeper than any wound. His mind replays the fight in sharp flashes: the Volturi’s lifeless bodies, the fire in Carlisle’s hands, the scent of burning vampire flesh. And then the tigers—the way their growls had rumbled through the clearing, how, for a second, it had felt like they weren’t done fighting after all.

And then her.

Through it all, she was there. (Y/N).

He turns on the hot water, and watches it cascade in steady streams. He presses his hands against the tile of the walls, head bowed as the steam curls. He tries to distract himself with the motions, but there’s no stopping his thoughts from drifting to her. The way she fought, despite her tangible terror. The way she ran to him. The way she looked at him when the flames consumed Aro’s body—like she wasn’t sure if she could let herself believe that it’s really over.

And maybe he wasn’t sure, either.

A sound. Faint, but distinct. Footsteps just outside the bathroom door.

His head lifts slightly, eyes narrowing. He knows her steps anywhere. They haven’t even known each other for two weeks, but all of his senses are now attuned to her, so even if her footsteps barely make a sound, even if her presence is subtle—he just knows.

And she stops. She just knows that he’s the one in there, too.

For a second, he wonders if she’ll knock. If she’ll say something first.

She doesn’t. But she doesn’t walk away, either.

So he walks up to the door and speaks. “You’re still wandering around.” His voice is rougher than he expected, still worn from the night.

A pause. Then, from the other side of the door, “I’m feeling restless.”

He huffs out something that isn’t quite a laugh. “I get that. I figured a shower might help.”

A beat of silence. He can picture her standing there, arms crossed, maybe leaning against the doorframe. Thinking. He wonders if she’s listening to the water running, if she’s imagining him like this—tired, drained, but somehow still wired.

Then, softly, she asks, “Would it?”

He exhales, watching the steam curl upward. “Not really.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, and for a moment, he wonders if she’ll leave. But then—

“I don’t think it ever will,” she admits. “Not completely.”

His fingers curl slightly against the tile near the door. “Yeah.” He swallows. “I keep thinking about it. How close it was. How easily it could’ve gone wrong.”

“We won,” she reminds him, her voice steady.

He closes his eyes. “I know. But that doesn’t make it stop.”

Another pause. Then, softer this time, “Make what stop?”

His grip tightens against the wall. He doesn’t want to say it. But for her, he’ll spill his truths. It’s some effect nobody but her has had on him.

“The feeling,” he murmurs. “That it’s not really over. That something else is coming.”

She’s quiet for a long time. Long enough that he almost opens the door, almost steps out to face her.

“Maybe it is,” she finally says. “For now, at least.”

For now.

He sighs and turns around to tilt his head back against the wall. He doesn’t know why those words make something settle in him, even just a little.

For now.

It’s not a promise. But maybe it’s enough.

Riki stays quiet for a moment, letting the sound of the still-flowing water fill the space between them. He feels her still standing there, a pure mind he simply brushed his power against.

Just to feel her. He’ll never use it on her, nor on anyone he cares about ever again.

Misora’s face of betrayal is still imprinted into his thoughts.

Then, her voice, quieter now. “Back there… when Aro looked at me. When he asked you if I was your mate.” A pause. “What did he mean?”

His fingers still.

The words didn’t register at the time, but now she reminded him.

Now, and for a solid minute, it’s all he can think about.

His mate… could she really be? Does he deserve to have one?

“You don’t know?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be asking.”

A small smirk tugs at his lips despite himself. That’s just like her. Finding ways to make him smile. Tearing down his brick wall of stoicism.

He leans forward, crossing his arms. “It’s… complicated.”

“I think I can handle complicated.”

He closes his eyes. “A mate is…” He exhales sharply, trying to find the right words. “You know vampires feel everything more strongly than humans. But vampires are also unchanging. So when we fall for someone? It’s more than love. It’s something deeper, something that gets ingrained into our very being. When we find our mate, that’s it. It’s irreversible. It’s…” He hesitates. “Forever.”

Silence.

Not for the first time around her, Riki wonders if he’s said too much. If he should’ve held back, softened it somehow. But then—

“Forever,” she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah.”

Another pause. Then, hesitantly, “Is that… could I be that to you?”

Riki’s heart—silent, still—somehow feels like it should be racing. He takes a second to look up at the ceiling, feeling something he hasn’t felt in centuries.

The urge to pray to Ebisu, the Shinto deity of fortune.

He doesn’t remember much from his old life, not even the language, but lately he’s been feeling more and more human.

Now, he could make this easier on himself and lie. He could deflect. But she’s standing on the other side of this door, asking him something real. Something she deserves an answer to.

So he gives it to her.

“I think you could be, yes.”

The words lingers in the air between them. Vague, but just as heavy.

He waits. A shift in her stance. And then, softly—

“Oh.”

Just that. Just oh.

Riki huffs out a quiet laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.”

She lets out something that sounds almost like a laugh. “I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

She’s quiet again. Then, barely audible, “How would you know?”

He shrugs even though she can’t see it. “It‘s supposed to be something you just feel. I guess I… felt something for you from the first time we spoke, but I never thought I would…. I didn’t put two and two together.”

A shaky inhale from the other side of the door. Then, after a long moment, “Okay.”

It’s not a rejection. It’s not disbelief. It’s just okay.

Riki lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He expected more—questions, hesitation, maybe even denial. But she’s still just standing there on the other side of this thin wall.

A smile tugs at his lips. “Just okay?” he murmurs, the words slipping past his lips like silk. “That’s all you have to say?”

She shifts on the other side, and he can almost picture her expression, the way her brows might furrow, the way she might chew on her bottom lip, thinking.

“Well,” she finally says, her voice quieter now, laced with something softer. “What else am I supposed to say?”

He shouldn’t push. He shouldn’t—

But what if he throws caution to the wind just once? See what happens if he chases happiness rather than duty?

“Come here, then,” he says, a hesitant invitation.

Silence.

“I—”

Riki reaches for the door handle, twisting it just enough to crack it open, enough to see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes—but also something else. Curiosity. Intrigue.

“Scared?” His voice dips lower, something between teasing and reserve so similar to her own it makes her comfortable.

She swallows, and he watches the movement of her throat, watches the way her fingers twitch at her sides.

But she steps forward.

It’s happening.

The second she’s within reach, he tugs her into the steam-filled space, but through their excitement, they tumble back together into the walk-in shower, the warmth of the water swallowing them both. The thin fabric of her shirt clings to her instantly, darkening as it absorbs the water, molding to the curves of her body. His eyes drop, flickering over her, taking in every inch, every tiny shift in her expression.

She shivers—not from cold, but from him.

Riki reaches out, trailing wet fingers over the line of her jaw, tilting her face up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.

“You sure about this?”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. “Yes.”

That’s all he needs.

This is all he needs. Since the past couple of weeks.

Since the past couple hundred years.

He doesn’t want to waste another second before closing the space between them. But something tugs at him.

200 years of conditioning.

His fingers tense slightly against her skin—not because he doesn’t want to—fuck, he wants this more than anything—but because they’re still standing on the edge of something neither of them fully understand. Because this is new, because he’s spent centuries guarding himself against anything that could make him weak.

And he’s giving someone the power to break him.

His hands still. His jaw clenches, restraint warring with the part of him that just wants to feel.

She notices. Her brows furrow slightly, her fingers ghosting over his forearm. “Riki?”

Her voice is softer now, questioning. Searching.

He closes his eyes briefly, exhaling. If he stops now, she’ll understand. He knows she will.

But then she shifts closer, her body pressing against his, warmth meeting warmth. And it shatters him.

The restraint, the doubts—gone.

He opens his eyes, and before she can say anything, his lips finally find hers, slow at first, deliberate—like he’s giving her time to pull away, to rethink, to stop him. But she doesn’t. Instead, she presses closer, her fingers finding their way to his shoulders, gripping, grounding herself. She glides her lips against his full ones, teasing, tasting.

The water cascades over them, heat seeping into their skin, but it’s nothing compared to the fire burning between them.

Riki’s hands move, slowly sliding down her sides, memorizing. His fingers find the hem of her shirt, his touch featherlight against her skin. He tugs at it, just enough to test her reaction, to see if she’ll stop him.

She doesn’t.

The shirt is gone in a matter of seconds, discarded somewhere behind them, leaving her standing before him, glistening under the soft light filtering through the steam. Riki lets out a quiet curse, his eyes drinking her in, lingering on the way droplets of water trace paths down her skin.

“You’re—” He exhales sharply, like he’s struggling to find words, like for once, he’s at a loss. “So damn beautiful.”

Her blood orange eyes gleam, but she doesn’t shy away. If anything, she tilts her chin up slightly, as if daring him to keep going.

And so he does.

His lips find her neck, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down the slope of her shoulder. His hands settle on her waist, strong and firm, holding her in place as he explores, as he takes his time.

She gasps when his teeth graze over a sensitive spot just below her ear, her fingers digging into his skin. He smirks against her neck. “That’s a nice sound,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “I think I wanna hear more of it.”

She barely has time to react before he’s backing her up against the cool tile, his body pressing into hers, leaving no space between them. The contrast of the heat from the water and the chill of the wall sends a shiver down her spine, but Riki is there, anchoring her, warming her, setting every inch of her alight.

And he’s not done yet. He doesn’t think he ever will be.

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The sunlight barely peaks through the dense forest, the morning mist still lingering, as you hang around the spacious living room of the Cullen house. You stand by the window, watching the shifting shadows of the trees, lost in thought. Your mind is a tangled web of everything that’s happened in the past day. The Volturi. The tigers.

Riki.

Just then, a soft knock at the door makes you stiffen. Carlisle walks up to open it, and there he is—Dr. Park.

His eyes sweep the room, landing first on the Cullens, then on Riki and Misora, before finally resting on you. There’s no surprise in his eyes, just a quiet acknowledgement of the tension that lingers.

“I see the house is still… more crowded than I anticipated,” Dr. Park says awkwardly. His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of something else beneath it—something like resignation.

Edward stands by the fireplace, his hands clasped together, his face unreadable. “You’re not welcome here,” he says firmly, his voice lacking any warmth.

Dr. Park doesn’t seem bothered by the coldness. He just steps further into the room, uninvited but not deterred. His six tiger shifters follow behind him, their human forms nothing short of imposing, both the two you saw last night, and the four others. They stand in a loose formation, eyes narrowed, but they’re not hostile. They’re just… waiting.

Misora, standing by the back wall, crosses her arms. Her eyes stay cold, but there’s no aggression in her posture. She’s here to observe, just as much as the rest of you are. Dr. Park apparently wanted her dead just based on her eye color. But now, it seems, he’s learned how to differentiate between friend and foe.

At least, you hope so.

You can feel the tension in the room tightening, but Dr. Park seems determined to move past it. “I’m not here to make excuses. I did what I thought was necessary. I… miscalculated.”

Carlisle remains composed, but his gaze sharpens. “Miscalculated? You put all of us at risk, Dr. Park. You played your hand too long.”

There’s a long silence as Dr. Park looks at Carlisle, his eyes flicking to the six tigers, then to Riki and Misora. “I know. I can’t change the past. But I can try to make this right.

“We’re not used to letting vampires walk our territory.” A pause. “But I can see now that not all of you are the same.”

“We have no interest in staying where we aren’t welcome. Our family will be leaving soon,” Carlisle responds.

Dr. Park takes a deep breath, seemingly collecting his thoughts. “That will not be necessary.” He sighs. “The treaty Chief Black of the Quileutes forged between us was too limiting. Let us agree to a new treaty. So long as your matters do not concern our settlement, we will not interfere.”

Then, Jungwon steps forward, extending a hand toward Riki. “Apologies to you and your sister, and thank you for helping us kill the blonde one.”

You tense slightly, waiting for Riki’s reaction, but after a moment, he takes it. A handshake. A truce.

It’s not friendship, and it never will be, but it’s enough.

After Dr. Park’s visit, the tension in the Cullen house starts to settle, but an unsettling quiet remains.

Misora doesn’t move much from her spot by the wall, her arms still crossed as she watches the others, her expression unreadable. You know what she’s thinking—she’s never been the type to settle in one place for long. She’s a wanderer, always moving, always seeking the next challenge, the next horizon.

It’s something you both shared, for a while. You hunted together, finding moments of freedom that both of you crave so fiercely. You’ve seen each other at your best and your worst, and there’s a comfort in that unspoken understanding.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” you ask quietly, your voice breaking the silence.

Misora looks over at you, her gaze amused at first, but then softens just slightly. “I always leave,” she replies, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “You know me. I can’t stay in one place for too long. Not even for you.”

You let out a small, frustrated sigh. “I know. But it’s different now. You don’t have to run anymore.”

Her eyes flick to the others and then back to you. “I’m not running from anyone.” Her voice is firm, resolute. “I just don’t fit in here. I never have. And you? Are you going to stay with the Cullens?”

You hesitate, your gaze drifting towards them. You’ve felt the pull of belonging, of finding a place to settle, but you’re not sure you can embrace that life yet. “I don’t know yet. I think I’m still figuring that out.”

Misora steps closer to you, her presence grounding. “You don’t have to decide now. You’ve got time. But me? I know my path. I always have.”

You want to say something, to tell her to stay, but you can’t. You know better than anyone that she needs to go. Misora’s freedom is her own, and it’s not something she can easily give up.

She gives you a small nod, like she’s saying goodbye, but it’s not final. “Take care of yourself. Don’t let them tie you down. If you ever want to leave with me… you know where to find me.”

With that, she turns to walk toward the door, her movements smooth and sure. But just as her hand touches the doorknob, there’s a sudden shift in the air—an energy that only comes with Riki’s… your mate’s proximity.

Misora glances at you one last time, her lips twitching slightly in a way that could almost be mistaken for a smile, before she steps toward her brother. Getting through this last piece of unfinished business.

“Goodbye, onii-san.”

Riki pauses, his chin quivering. “Is that it?”

Misora shrugs. “We fought together, and we won together. That’s more than we can say for our previous life. I still don’t forgive you for the past 200 years or for you using your power on me. But… I might be ready to in a later lifetime. But for now? I’m not gonna pretend everything is fine when it’s not.”

Riki doesn’t reply right away. He stands there, his expression unreadable, the air heavy between them. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he exhales sharply and extends his hand.

Misora hesitates for only a beat before accepting the gesture. It’s not a friendly handshake, not a truce—just a silent acknowledgment of the past they share. And, perhaps, a quiet farewell.

“Goodbye, Misora,” he says softly.

With that, she steps past him and out the door, leaving behind a heavy silence in her wake. Riki watches her leave, his gaze lingering on the empty doorway for several beats.

Without thinking, you step closer.

He doesn’t look at you right away, but when he finally does, there’s something raw in his expression—something unguarded, vulnerable. And then, without a word, he leans into you.

Your arms wrap around him instinctively, grounding him. His body is tense at first, but eventually, his muscles relax. It’s quiet, but in that silence, so much is said.

After a while, you murmur, “What now?”

Riki doesn’t answer immediately. He stays where he is, as if he hasn’t quite decided if he’s ready to let go yet. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he says, “I don’t know.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “Are you staying?”

His brows furrow slightly, and you know why.

He’s never been offered a safe, loving place before.

“If they’re okay with it…” he gestures to the Cullens. “Can I?”

But he isn’t seeing the way they’re already fondly smiling at the two of you.

“Of course,” you murmur.

He laughs awkwardly. “Maybe if I stay for long enough, my eyes will start to turn gold like yours are doing.”

You smile softly at his words, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You don’t have to rush it,” you murmur. “You’re already starting to fit in.”

Riki exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I feel like I’ve been fighting for so long, I don’t even know how to stop.”

“You don’t have to figure everything out right away.” Your fingers trail down to his wrist, a silent reassurance. “You’re allowed to just… be here.”

He looks at you then—really looks at you—and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the room fades away. The weight of everything he’s carried, everything you’ve both survived, lingers between you, but in this space, in this second, it’s just the two of you. No threats, no expectations. Just quiet understanding.

Riki shifts slightly, his forehead nearly resting against yours. “You make it sound so easy.”

You chuckle. “It’s not. But you don’t have to do it alone.”

A beat passes. Then another. Neither of you move to pull away just yet, as if breaking the moment would make it less real.

His fingers brush lightly against your waist, hesitant, testing, and you can feel the way his breath hitches. Your own hand lingers at his wrist, your thumb tracing soft circles against his skin. There’s something fragile yet certain between you.

Then, slowly, Riki leans in.

The kiss is soft—uncertain at first, like he’s still trying to convince himself this is real despite the ones you shared last night. But when you don’t pull away, when your fingers curl gently into the fabric of his shirt, he deepens it just slightly, exhaling against your lips. It’s slow, tender, a quiet promise exchanged between two souls who have spent far too long in limbo.

And it sets the tone for the rest of your day.

For the rest of your week, actually, as the two of your force yourselves to get used to the vegetarian diet under the supervision of the Cullens.

After a day trip with the wildlife, you follow Alice and her dainty, dainty footsteps back to the house.

She turns to you, halfway through your walk, gold eyes shimmering. “I saw you, you know.”

You blink. “What?”

Alice smiles, but there’s something wistful in it. “Nineteen years ago. When I first met Riki in Volterra. I had a vision,” she continues. “I saw him standing beside a girl with golden eyes. A girl who was part of our family.”

The words settle over you like a gentle weight. For a long moment, you can’t speak.

Alice’s smile widens, just a little. “I didn’t know who she was back then—but now I do.”

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HOLY SHIT I JUST FINISHED MY FIRST FANFIC??? MEEE THAT QUITS EVERYTHING!!

Special thank you to everyone who actually liked it and was hyping me up throughout this novella-length journey yall have no idea how happy seeing the notifs made me😭😭

Deadass will miss Riki and (Y/N) sm

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Finale

@angelengene3011 @opheliaas-stuff @melzonly @meyinyin @nshmrarki @lizzygrantwrld @skyearby

[roselilianhale]

Fandoms I'm currently in the mood to write for aka my new masterlist

More will be added but I don't want to add fandoms like Harry Potter, PJO, Hunger Games, Supernatural, Criminal Minds when I don't have the motivation to write for them currently.

More characters will be added but these are characters I'm currently in the mood to write for right now.

I will be closing my requests after June 30th.

Requesting Rules

・Twilight・

☆ Jasper Hale ☆

Headcanons

What it would be like to date Jasper Hale

Jasper Hale with a short S/O

imagines

Imagine Finding out Jasper is a vampire

Imagine Kissing Jasper on the lips for the first time and how it felt

Imagine meeting the Major for the first time

Imagine seeing the Jasper in the sun for the first time

Imagine Finding out Jasper has an alter ego

Imagine Reuniting with the Cullens after they left during New Moon

Imagine watching a scary movie with Jasper and getting scared/nervous

one-shots

Dancing with the Cowboy

The Grumpy Cowboy

Comfort

Your only human

Fear

Enchanted to Meet You

☆ Alec Volturi ☆

Headcanons

Finding out Alec Volturi is your mate Female!swan!reader hc

Finding out Alec Volturi is your mate part 2

Imagines

Nothing yet

One-Shots

Alec Volturi x Werewolf!fem!reader!

Darling

☆ Emmett Cullen ☆

Headcanons

Emmett Cullen dating headcanons

Imagines

nothing yet

One-Shots

Platonic!Emmett Cullen x relative!reader

☆ Cullen Clan ☆ (platonic or seperate)

Headcanons

How the Cullen's would react to their S/O being jealous Headcanons

The Cullen's dating a clingy s/o

Becoming friends with each of the Cullens/what you would bound over platonic hc

・Star Wars・

♡ Hayden Christensen Characters ♡

☆ Anakin Skywalker ☆

Nothing yet

☆ Stephen Glass ☆

Just a silly crush, right?

・Marvel・

☆ Steve Roger ☆

Nothing yet

☆ Pietro Maximoff ☆

Headcanons

Nothing yet

Imagines

Nothing yet

One-Shots

Sometimes You Need a Little Push in the Right Direction

☆ Loki Laufeyson ☆

Nothing yet

☆ Peter Parker ☆

Headcanons

Nothing yet

Imagines

Nothing yet

One-Shots

Misunderstandings

☆ Young Charles Xavier ☆

Headcanons

Nothing yet

Imagines

Nothing yet

One-Shots

The Telepath

[alec-volturi]

LAMENT | Alec Volturi x Fem!Reader

This is the prologue to this series. Masterlist here.

Summary: Drawn by reports of a violent string of murders plaguing Seattle, you take a detour to uncover the truth for yourself. But in the shadows of the chaos lies a sinister secret: a newborn army of vampires wreaking havoc on the city. As you navigate the perilous streets, you must stay hidden, evading not only the feral young vampires but also the relentless Volturi, who have been trying to track you across the years.

Pairing: Alec Volturi x fem!reader Genre: angst, romance, drama, fantasy, suspense, dark, vioIence, friends to lovers, dark academia, gothic horror, canon divergence Word Count: 2k Warnings: This will have the lore of both films and books of the Twilight Saga series but with much darker themes. Gore/blood, mentions of witches, witchcraft, burning at stakes, devils and demons, vampires. And ofc NSFW so minors don’t interact. All characters in this series are aged up or are above the age of 18.

A/N: Reader description not described besides having red/gold eyes, clear/blemish-free like skin, and having some abilities as canon to all vampires in the books. And clothing from time to time. Dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

Stories usually start with a "Once upon a time," a simple phrase that loosens the veil between the familiar and the forgotten, leading listeners into worlds safely confined to dreams. But this story was different; it felt like a secret, like shadows pooling at the edges of your vision, waiting to pull you into a night where time doesn’t pass, where mysteries linger, and every whispered word tastes like something forbidden. This wasn’t just ink on a page; it was a door to someplace half-real, someplace where darkness wrapped you close and left you wondering whether you'd ever find your way back.

This world isn’t like that. Instead, it’s a place where time stands still, its hands frozen in a perpetual twilight, neither moving forward nor offering escape. For some, it feels like eternity, an endless stretch of nothingness where the hours blur together, unchanging. But for others—those who wander the shadows or fall prey to what lurks within—it’s a once upon a nightmare, a story where the darkness never relents, where hope is a fleeting, hollow echo swallowed by the night.

In the year 1663, as dusk painted the sky in blood and shadow, the people of London knew better than to linger outside. Each night, as the first stars appeared, every family bolted doors, snuffed candles, and whispered fevered prayers as they hid behind thick walls. Beyond the windows, darkness belonged to those who had vowed to fight it: priest with holy scriptures clutched tight, town braves with sharpened stakes and pitchforks dispatched in blind white anger, sworn to rid the world of creatures who defied mortal law. Blood demons, shapeshifters, and witches—they were all condemned as sin’s cruel agents, hunted as monsters by men who claimed their duty was divine.

As the town’s lamps extinguished, the silence was cut by hounds howling at the scent of something unnatural. The synchronized march of boots clattered against the cobbled streets, while shouts and commands ricocheted off stone walls, penetrating even the thickest household walls and rattling the bravest hearts. Fear and faith held sway in equal measure as the men marched, some clutching crosses while others wielded silver weapons they designed thinking it would pierce the skin of creatures they had never truly seen.

But beneath the city, where no torchlight reached, another world had been hiding—a world of thirsting hunger, of whispers, of sleepless dark eyes. Through the damp and nearly caved-in sewers, slick with grime and infested with rats, a vampire coven had staked their claim. For months, they’d made their den in this forgotten labyrinth of foulness, surviving in silence, drinking only when the thirst grew unbearable. They’d kept to themselves, unnoticed by the townsfolk above, their existence a secret safeguarded by shadows and silence.

Yet tonight, their precarious sanctuary would be breached. The hunt’s new leader, a young man, by the name of Carlisle Cullen, had taken over from his now deceased father and previous Anglican priest, saw the world through different eyes. Only twenty-three, bold and relentless, he refused to limit his search to open fields or deserted woods as his predecessor had. People would whisper that he was smarter, shrewder; that he sought darkness where no one dared look. And tonight, that unyielding curiosity and grim resolve drove him down, down into the labyrinth of decay beneath London where he’d sworn he saw the monsters lurk. A little far behind him, lanterns casting jagged shadows as his men held their breath and followed.

With each step, the air grew colder, thick with the stench of age-old rot and black mold everywhere. Carlisle pressed forward in step much faster than the others with only two other men at his side, determined until he found it: the coven his father had hunted for two decades and never found was but three arm lengths away from them.

Chaos erupted as soon as the men were heard by this coven. They saw their bright burgundy eyes and weakened bodies suddenly stirring with a vicious, desperate hunger faster than their eyes could keep up. Blood splattered the stone as some of the creatures broke away, dragging one man into the darkness while another, a man speaking in Latin, lashed out on the spot, jaws bared, too starved to hold back. And amid the frenzy, she appeared.

She stood apart from the others, more kept and clean, her form delicate yet unyielding, framed by a grey gown that looked lavish, handmade of silk and cotton. Her skin was impossibly clear, like striking stone, and her fathomless eyes gleamed with something between rage and sorrow. Her lips, faded smooth, curled slightly into frown as she observed the slaughter around her, a cruel beauty etched in her features that seemed both ancient and timeless. She was like a statue come to life, a creature of elegance wrapped in death's chill, and as her gaze locked onto Carlisle, the air thickened.

Carlisle, though terrified, refused to flee. Heart hammering, he charged forward, blade in hand, toward one of the creatures—the one who chanted something fierce in Latin, rallying the other swift, chilling figures that blurred through the shadows as they ran away. But then, in one brutal moment, the world tilted; he was thrown to the ground by the man who had gone into a sudden frenzy, his side searing with pain. Blood seeped from his wounds, pooling on the grimy stone, and his breaths came shallow and sharp. He opened his mouth to scream but bit back the sound, fear taking hold as he thought of the townspeople—would they turn on him, claim he was infected, cursed by the vampire’s disease?

As he clawed at the ground, desperate to pull himself to safety, his gaze drifted upward, and there she was. He could do nothing but stare. Her form seemed to emerge from the darkness like a dream or an illusion, her skin radiant as though lit from within. Every inch of her invited him closer, her elegance disarming him, and he forgot, for a moment, that she was one of the monsters he’d been sent to kill.

“Miss!” he gasped, breath shaky, arm outstretched in a futile plea. “Hurry, quick! Get inside or hide before they… before they kill you!” His voice wavered, a desperate edge creeping into his words as he beckoned to her, oblivious to the danger she posed.

Her expression softened, a flicker of sadness crossing her face, almost as if she pitied him. Then she spoke, her voice ringing out like a gentle chime that seemed to drift through the chaos.

“Dear boy, you should not have come here.” she spoke, her tone light and melodic, as though she needn’t draw a single breath to speak. Her words lingered, brushing against him like silk.

He faltered, as tears traced down his cheek from pain and blood loss trickling from his arm and leg, mingling with the dirt. Confusion contorted his face as he fought to understand while staring at her, then all at once, the truth struck him like a blow to the chest. She’s one of them, his mind spinning, his eyes widening with horror. How easily, how effortlessly, he had been drawn in.

“Don’t be afraid,” she murmured, tilting her head, her dark gaze unwavering. “I won’t kill you.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” he spat, a note of anger mingling with the brokenness in his voice. He could feel the cold tendrils of despair creeping in, the bitter realization that he’d been charmed, deceived by beauty. A little hope that she may put an end to his suffering.

Her lips curled into the faintest smile, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I’ve been watching you—son of Cullen,” she replied, a strange fondness in her voice.

“You’ve piqued my interest. You dream of becoming like your father, don’t you? But you desire more. You wish to help others, to save them, and yet here you are, hunting us when you’re worth more. Tell me, why do you follow such cruel orders by such a man that cared not for you?”

Gracefully, she lowered herself to his level, kneeling close enough that he could feel the chill radiating from her. He was breathless, the words caught in his throat as he stared into her dark burgundy, fathomless eyes. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume that seemed to cling to her skin. Around them, the body of one of his men lay motionless, strewn like a broken doll across the ground, his eyes glazed and empty.

“You know nothing of me!” he shouted, his voice cracking, the burn of tears threatening to break free. He was shaking now, fear and anger warring inside him. All he could hear were the distant cries of his comrades, the faint echoes of those still coming to join the fray. Yet, for all their noise, it felt as though he and this creature were alone, the last souls in a world drenched in blood and shadow.

Her expression softened, her gaze flickering over his face as if she saw past his fear, his hatred, into something deeper. And for a fleeting moment, he wondered what lay behind those dark eyes, what truth might live within a creature so cold, so deathless. But he pushed the thought away, forcing himself to look anywhere but at her.

“You won’t have to suffer for long. At least not like right now,” she said, a frown lingering on her lips. “But I will tell you this—there is a price to every vow, every hunt, every act of mercy shown. And one day, you’ll have to choose what you stand for.”

Too weak to move, he lay trembling, silent cries catching in his throat as the cold of his skin pressed in. She watched him with a sorrowful frown, her eyes shadowed with something almost tender. And then, with a suddenness he could barely comprehend, she swept him up in her arms. The world blurred, and in the span of a breath, they were far from the echoes of shouts and the clamor of pursuit. She lowered him carefully onto the cool grass beside a riverbank, the night air thick with the quiet gurgling of the slow-moving stream.

“You don’t have much time left,” she murmured, voice softened. “Too much blood lost—you’re dying.” She paused, gazing down at him, her dark eyes almost regretful. “But maybe. . .maybe you’ll take this chance and do something good with it, with this second life. There’s light in it, I swear, if you find it.”

Her words were little more than a whisper, slipping through the cool night air like secrets meant only for him. She took his limp arm, holding it gently before lowering her mouth to his skin. Her fangs pierced his flesh with a sharp, burning pain of silver, and he gasped, feeling the warmth of his blood slipping away, mingling with something that felt like ice, binding him to a pain unlike he felt previously. And then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone, leaving nothing but the faintest swirl of mist where she had knelt.

For a moment, he thought he’d dreamed it all—the pain, a fierce burning agony that raced through his veins, igniting his senses, hollowing him out from the inside out. His arm throbbed with searing heat spreading up to the tips of his fingertips and into his heart, each heartbeat like a pounding fire surging through every inch of him. His breath caught in his throat, unwilling to let out, vision blurring as the transformation began its slow, merciless work.

It would take three days for the change to complete, for his body to surrender fully to the chilling darkness now coursing through him. In those days, he would be caught between two worlds, his mind twisting, his memories reshaping, his humanity slipping away like sand through his fingers. And by the time he would open his fresh red eyes, the girl—the one who had granted him this second life—wouldn’t be seen again. It would be decades before their paths crossed again, though the memory of her face, her voice, her lingering sadness, would haunt him through every year of his endless life.

[lgwifey]

PROMISE

masterlist

Demetri Volturi x Fem!(cullen)Reader

61 years and suddenly it was all over

✨ - fluff, 💥 - angst, 🥀 - major warnings, 🔸 - n/a

each chapter contains specific warnings including : death, suicidal ideology (Edward trying to off himself), past abuse, past toxic relationships both romantic and family, age gap (y/n was turned at 18 in 1943, demetri was turned at ~22 in the ~1000AD)

I can’t remember any others but please comment if you find anything and I’ll add it to this list and the list within the chapter 🧡

Y/N comes from an Italian mob family based in New Jersey during the 1940s. She was turned in 1943 a few months before turning 19.

Alec & Jane’s characters are described as 12-13 years old appearance wise, i.e. Cameron Bright & Dakota Fanning from their earlier projects.

🔸 Chapter One

🥀 Chapter Two

💥 Chapter Three

🥀 Chapter Four

🔸 Chapter Five

🥀 Chapter Six

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Main Masterlist

[rdmasevi]

—Main Masterlist —

🎬 Movies 🎬

—Sinners ( 2025 )

Bloodlines & Blues - Stack and Smoke x reader fem (poly relationship)

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Blood & Blues - Stack × Reader fem (OC Vampire, Sister of Remmick)

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The Long Night - Remmick x Reader fem ( Dark romance )

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The One Who Asked - Remmick x Reader fem

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Crimson Pact - Smoke and Stack x Reader fem ( Vampire )

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Salt and Smoke - Smoke and Stack x Reader fem

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—Scream

Kill For You - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (Poly)

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- Twilight Saga

Crimson Bonds - Volturi Kings ( Aro, Marcus, Caius ) x Reader Male ( Bella’s Brother )

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Midnight Belongs To Us - Edward Cullen x Reader Fem

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Yours in the Shadows - Edward Cullen x Reader fem

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No Longer a Secret - Carlisle Cullen x Reader Male

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Two Stars in the Same Sky - Alec Volturi x Reader Fem ( Renesmee’s Twin Sister )

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In Their Eyes - Male Reader x Carlisle, Edward, Jasper, Emmett

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Like Fire and Venom - Jacob Black x Reader Male ( Red Eyed Vampire )

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Crimson Throne - Volturi Kings x Male reader ( Vampire )

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Sunlight in the Rain - Bella Swan x Reader Fem

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- House of Wax

Mirror Scars - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem, Vincent Sinclair x Reader Fem

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In the Wax and the Wound - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem

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Waxed in Silence - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem

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- The Conjuring

The Devil in Her Room - Lorraine Warren x Fem!Succubus Reader | NSFW (18+) |

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Marked - Ed and Lorraine Warren x Reader Fem

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- It ( Pennywise )

Only You Taste Right - Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård) x Reader Fem

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His Favorite Fear - Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård) x Reader Fem

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🎬 Tv Shows🎬

— Shadowhunters

- Being Clary's sister and in love with Jace, but he love's Clary

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- The Gifted

- Dating Andy Strucker would include

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- Hannibal

A Taste of You - Hannibal Lecter x Reader Fem

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- The Vampire Diaries

Bite the Hand - Stefan Salvatore x Reader Fem ( Vampire, Humanity Off )

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His Eyes, Not Alaric’s- Klaus (in Alaric’s body) x Reader Fem

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You Shouldn't Matter - Klaus x Reader Fem

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- House of the Dragon

Fire Remembered - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Male ( Aemond’s twin brother)

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- Shameless

Glass Hearts and Whiskey Truths - Ian and Mickey x Reader Male

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Not Left Behind - Ian and Mickey x Reader Male

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🏎️Formula 1🏎️

Off the Track, Into the Arena - Danniel Ricciardo x Male Reader ( Bull Rider )

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Slipstream - Max Verstappen x Male Reader ( Ex Driver )

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Cowboy in the Paddock - Lando Norris x Male Reader ( Cowboy )

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Backstage at the Paddock - Max Verstappen x Reader Fem ( Kpop Idol )

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Checkered Hearts - Lando Norris x Reader Male ( Kpop Idol )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Ni-ki ( ENHYPEN )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunoo ( ENHYPEN )

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Crash Course in You - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN )

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Out of His League - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Heeseung ( ENHYPEN )

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Between the Lines - Max and Charles x Reader Male

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Jungwon ( ENHYPEN )

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Wrong Turn, Right Timing - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Jake ( ENHYPEN )

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🎤 K-pop🎤

- ENHYPEN

Ain’t My First Rodeo - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Cowboy )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Sunoo x Reader Male ( Formula l 1 Driver )

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Crash Course in You - Sunghoon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Out of His League - Heeseung x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Jungwon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Wrong Turn, Right Timing - Jake x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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- BTS

Burning For You - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Firefighter )

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Crush à la Carte - Jimin x Reader Male ( Chef )

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The Rest Stop - Namjoon x Reader Male ( Chef )

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Special on the Menu - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Chef )

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Ink-Stained Hearts - BTS ( OT7 ) x Reader Male ( poly )

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[volturiprincess]

Love, Lust, Yearning, Desire

A series involving the Volturi men x fem reader

Summary: If its forbidden love, why does it feel so good to love them and to feel their touch? You should be running away from them but you are running to them willingly. They are monsters but all you see is the man you love and want to spend the rest of your life with. Will they accept you as their equal? Will the hurt, heartache, and or longing of love be worth it?

A/N: Oooooo a little something something for Pride Month and because I been breathing in Mayhem the past couple of weeks since the album was released. They are going to be short and more in like diary entries style.

Caius

The Garden Of Eden

Alec

Zombieboy

Demetri

Vanish Into You

Felix

LoveDrug

[kiiwiigii]

Reputation pt. i

Alec x Virgin!Fem!Reader  

Summary: Alec has more than a reputation as one of the most feared vampires in the world, he also has a reputation for collecting… playthings. And to your surprise, you're his next target.

Warnings:  

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Dom/Sub  

Overstimulation  

Oral (F. Receiving) 

Virgin reader 

That poor backseat  

Or is it a lucky backseat?  

Word Count: 3.5k+  

Requested?: Kinktober!  

Please I NEED car sex or phone sex with Alec for kinktober… You have made me OBSESSED!! 😍😍😍😍  

A/N: Car sex it is! I have no idea what happened with this one.  

The bookstore was rather empty. It's exactly why it was one of my favorite places to go for a good read. With my being here every other day, I was probably their best customer.  

I hummed to myself, ignoring the rather ominous, yet pouty, figure behind me.  

Yes, Alec of the Volturi, one of the most feared vampires in the world, was acting like a goddamned child. He even had his arms crossed, his eyes boring holes in the back of my head.  

"Are you ready to go yet, human?"  

I rolled my eyes because, of course, he would do this right now. He was rarely ever on guard duty when it came to escorting me to places, it was usually Felix or Demetri.  

"Not just yet," I replied, deciding to go for the polite route. "I would like to check for one more book and then we can head back."  

"We have books in the castle library. I do not see why you feel the need to grab even more of them. We most likely already have a copy."  

I sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as I pressed my forehead into the bookshelf in front of me. This man, no boy, was testing my patience. I squared my shoulders and turned back to face him, glaring softly.  

"I would like to have my own collection of books. Once I turn, I won't know my own strength and I'd rather not have Master Marcus or Master Caius on my ass if I accidentally shred a book."  

Alec snorted, folding his arms. "The last thing on your mind will be books, girl."  

"Y/N." I hissed at him. "My name is Y/N. Is it so hard to use my name??"  

He simply assessed me, boredom prominent in his gaze, before stepping forward and letting his arms drop to reach up on either side of me, caging me in against the bookshelf. My heart sped up and I was sure he would probably kill right then and there. Pushing one of the witch twins' buttons was not the brightest idea I'd ever had.  

But instead of attacking me, Alec leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my ear. "You're right, Y/N. I should use your name more often." he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine at the intimate gesture, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.  

This was the other thing about Alec that put me on edge. He had a certain... reputation... 

Alec chuckled darkly, his hands trailing down my sides before resting on my hips.   

"You're so responsive. It's quite... entertaining." he continued, the huskiness of his voice sending heat coursing through me and straight between my legs.  

I swallowed hard, not only confused at the sudden change in topic but also trying to push away the urge to give in to him.   

"I'm not here for your entertainment, Alec."  

He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting dangerously. "No, you're here because of your little talent." He spat, the words obviously leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, does it?" His hands squeezed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin almost painfully.  

I gritted my teeth, trying to push him away, but his grip only tightened. "Let me go," I growled, my anger rising to match his.  

Alec's eyes narrowed.  

"Make me," he challenged, his lips curling into a smirk.  

Without another thought, I shoved him as hard as I could, using all of my strength. To my surprise, he stumbled back a few steps.  

"L-let's just get out here." I mumbled.  

I was beginning to panic. I had no idea where all of this was coming from, but if Alec thought for one second that I was going to be his plaything, he had another thing coming.  

Alec said nothing, but I could feel the familiar holes being burned into the back of my head as he followed behind me.  

"Y/N!" Wanda, the owner, greeted me. "Back again, I see. And who is this with you? You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!"  

Alec snorted from behind me, and I flinched.  

Ouch.  

I pushed away the hurt to smile at Wanda and set my new books on the counter.  

"We're not together. Besides, whatever happened to setting me up with your son?"  

Wanda waved her hand at me dismissively.  

"Oh, that boy is so boring. You need someone with a little more... spice!" she said with a wink, eyeing Alec up and down.  

I groaned quietly. Please no.  

"Well, we should be on our way." I said once the transaction was complete, eager to escape the awkwardness.   

As we walked out of the store, Alec fell into step beside me.  

"What the hell was that back there?" I demanded.  

Alec just smirked at me, his eyes shining with amusement.  

I was starting to hate that damn look.  

"I was just having a little fun, human. Nothing to get worked up about." he said, his tone light and teasing.  

I narrowed my eyes at him, my hands clenching into fists but continued walking around the back of the shop to a dark and empty parking lot. Alec's car wasn't too far away, and I couldn't wait to get back to the castle. I could hole myself up in my room and pretend none of this had ever happened.  

But in the meantime,  

"My name is Y/N, Alec. How many times do I have to tell you?" I said through gritted teeth as we reached his car.  

Alec's smirk faded, and he stepped closer to me, blocking me in yet again, this time against his car. I clutched my books to my chest as he leaned back in, lips against my ear.  

"If you want me to use your name, girl, you're going to have to earn it."  

I gulped, a little sliver of fear and (surprisingly) lust running through me. "And just how do I do that?"  

I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.  

"I don't think you could handle it, little girl."  

"Alec, I swear to god-"  

"Get in the car."  

I stopped abruptly. "What?"  

"I said. Get. In. The. Car."  

He opened the car door to the back seat. My eyebrows shot up but did as he said. Was I confined to the backseat now?  

"Good girl." He purred, and to my surprise he followed in after me, the car door slamming shut behind him.  

Alec loomed above me, his eyes dark with hunger and desire. I felt the chill of his body as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine.  

"I think it's time for you to learn a lesson, girl." he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.  

Oh fuck.  

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, my nipples hardening painfully beneath my dress. I had no idea what he had planned, but I couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through me.  

"I- What-"  

I gasped as Alec's hands began to explore, tracing the curve of my hips, the line of my jaw, and the swell of my breasts. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch despite my better judgment.  

He leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his cool tongue plunging into the heat of my mouth with a hunger that left me both dizzy and confused. But I couldn't help but respond, my body arching up to meet his as he pressed me further into the plush leather seats.  

This was a really, really bad idea.  

But I couldn't help myself. His hands felt good. I had never been touched like this. I had never been kissed like this. And I liked it.  

Alec pulled away from me, his eyes boring into mine.  

"Do you want me to stop?"  

I blinked up at him dazedly, my face flushed.   

"No." I whispered.  

"I could pin you to this seat and do whatever I wanted to you right now. Fuck you right here in this car. Is that what you want?"  

I swallowed hard, my body trembling as I stared up at him, not knowing what to say. I had never been in this type of situation before. I had never been wanted in such a way. I wasn't even sure if Alec actually wanted me, or if he was just bored. But I found that I didn’t really care. 

Fuck it.  

"Y-yes." I managed to choke out.  

Alec smirked. "What is it you want me to do to you, girl?" His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to look up into his eyes. "Say it."  

I seemed to snap out of it momentarily at his use of ‘girl’ and I glared up at him.   

"I want you to use my name, Alec." I hissed.  

His eyes narrowed and before I could blink, he had pinned me to the seat with his hand around my throat. My heart was racing, my breath coming in gasps.  

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands, girl." He growled.  

"You asked!" I bit back.  

He suddenly kissed me again, pulling roughly enough at my bottom lip to make me tear up. It was a miracle he didn't break skin.  

The next thing I knew, he had slid to the car floor and had my legs up over his shoulders with a hand on each knee. His face was inches from my pussy, his breath a cool caress against my skin. I shivered, my breath hitching as his hands trailed up my bare thighs, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to erupt right behind them.  

He slowly dragged the hem of my dress up my legs, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. I squirmed under his intense gaze, my heart sinking into my stomach at the hungry look in his eyes. Alec licked his lips, glancing up at me with a smirk before one of his fingers dipped underneath my panties, trailing through my slit before he lifted it up for me to see, a thin trail of my juices clinging to his finger.  

"Fuck." I whispered, my eyes widening as I stared at his glistening finger.  

Alec grinned at me as he moved his finger closer to my mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation as he moved closer, my tongue darting out to lick his finger.  

"Good girl." Alec groaned as his finger was soon replaced by his lips.   

Gods, this was so dirty.  

I moaned against his cool lips, arching my back yet again. He kissed and nipped his way down my body, teasing the exposed skin of my neck and collarbone with his teeth and his tongue. Not once did he break eye contact with me, his deep red eyes burning into mine.  

Finally, he made it back to my dripping pussy, and nosed my panties aside. I couldn’t help but watch him, his tongue swirled around my clit, dipping into my folds before trailing back up again, exploring me, tasting me. I moaned as he shoved two fingers inside me, fucking me roughly with his hand, his thumb on my clit.  

“You like that, pretty girl?”  

I panted, nodding my head violently, tears springing to my eyes as I felt a white-hot heat begin to coil in my lower belly. I had never felt this before. I had never even come before. And here I was on the edge. Did Alec even know? Was he aware that I was a virgin?  

"Alec." I whimpered. "Please don't stop."  

He smirked and kissed me again, pulling his fingers out and driving them back inside me, thumb still working my clit.  I felt the coil begin to unravel inside me, a sudden onslaught of pleasure that had me seeing stars. A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt my pussy tighten around Alec's fingers.   

Alec continued to kiss me, swallowing my cries.  

Slowly, the roiling pleasure began to recede, and Alec pulled back from my lips, that stupid smirk still on his face as he stared down at me and I trembled beneath him.  

"Such a good girl, Y/N." He purred.  

I shivered; his fingers never left my pussy, driving me to the edge once again. I gasped, biting down hard on my lip as I could handle, beads of blood springing forth.  

Alec's eyes darkened, nearly black, as he zeroed in on my lips.  

"Stop biting your lips, amore."  

The nickname stunned me for a moment, right before I felt myself falling over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me yet again as I came around his fingers.  

"Fuck."  

Alec watched me intently, his fingers slowing their assault until the waves of pleasure receded once more. He leaned forward and swiped the beads of blood from my bottom lip with his tongue before he pulled away and raised his fingers to his lips, sucking my juices off.

I moaned quietly as I watched him before covering my mouth, horrified at my involuntary reaction.  

"You like that, do you?" He grinned, licking his lips. "You like watching me taste you?"  

I blushed, looking away in embarrassment.   

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” 

My head snapped back to look at him, eyes wide.  

“Do you want more?”  

I nodded hesitantly.  

“Words, Y/N.”  

“Yes, please.”  

He smirked at me. "Well, if you want more, then you're going to have to prove you deserve it."  

"How?"  

If Alec had wanted a plaything, he had one. I was too far gone now to care.  

"We're going to play a little game." He said, completely serious. "A game where you have to obey every single thing I say. No arguing. No questions. No trying to be clever. And if you try to, then there will be consequences."  

"Like what?" I breathed.  

He grinned at me, feral. "Like this."  

I gasped, my body tense as Alec slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding inside me yet again. He continued to rub me, his thumb pressing against my clit. My body jerked, still sensitive. I don't think I could take any more, and yet I craved it. How was this a bad consequence?  

Suddenly he stopped, eyes glinting wickedly.  

Oh.  

Oh.   

I whimpered, moving my hips to try and gain more friction. The key word being tried.  

"So responsive. I think you like this, don't you?"  

"Yes." I whimpered.  

"Yes, what?"  

"Yes, I like it."  

"Good girl." He whispered, slowly withdrawing his fingers and grabbing my chin. "Now, spread your legs, and show me how much you want it."  

I bit my lip, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I spread my legs, my pussy still dripping. I was certain that the leather seats would be ruined by the time he was through with me. He smirked, pulling my panties aside as he slid two fingers back inside me. My body jerked again.  

"I think I'll have you begging for anything I give you, pretty girl." He whispered.  

My blush deepened at his words, and I bit my lip as he slowly began to fuck me again.  

"Please, Alec."  

"Please what?"  

"Please fuck me."  

“I am fucking you.”  

“Alec.” I whined.  

“I need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”  

“Please fuck me with your cock. Please.”   

I nearly choked on the words. Never had I imagined that I would be saying such a thing.  

"That's more like it." He moaned.   

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me again, making me whimper in disappointment and excitement.   

"On your knees."  

I gasped at the command but obeyed, placing my knees on the seat as Alec positioned himself behind me. I hissed as the cold leather met my hot skin. Alec chuckled as he slid my wet panties down to my knees, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place.  

I felt Alec's hard cock against my ass for a moment before he slowly began to push inside me, my pussy still tight despite the work over it had been given mere minutes ago.  

I shivered, my hands curling into fists.  

"Relax, Y/N." He soothed as he pushed inside me, just an inch.   

I groaned.  

He withdrew and pushed inside me again, just a bit further.  

"You're so goddamn tight."  

I groaned again as he finally pushed his way in, pain lacing through me. He stopped.  

"You're a virgin?"  

The way he said it had me looking back at him. His face showed clear surprise.  

"Y-yes?" It came out as a question.  

"No one else has touched you?"  

I shook my head.  

"Words, Y/N."  

"No. No one else has ever touched me."  

Alec's eyes darkened.  

"Good." He finally said.  

He withdrew from my body and thrust forward, his hips slapping against my ass as he buried himself to the hilt.  

I yelped in pain, my entire body tensing as Alec began to thrust, my pussy tight around him. He was rough. Rough enough to make my body tremble as he pounded in and out of me. It hurt, but I found that I didn't have it in me to care. I was so far gone that I had forgotten about the pain almost as soon as it began. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to set in. 

Alec groaned as he fucked me, whispering words of encouragement.   

"That's it. Take it, pretty girl. Take it."  

He reached under me, his hand finding my clit as he pressed a thumb against it, rubbing back and forth, slowly. He was still fucking me, still violent in his actions, but his thumb was soft against my skin, gentle.  

It was the perfect combination.  

The heat was beginning to pool in my belly again, my entire body tensing as I neared the edge.   

I whimpered his name as I came, my entire body shuddering, my pussy tightening around him. I collapsed against the seat.  

"I need you to come for me again."  

"I- I can't."  

He bent over, his lips brushing my ear. "You can, and you will."  

I whined, tears streaking down my face from the intensity of the pleasure. My orgasm had left me trembling, unprepared for another so quickly, but Alec pounded into my pussy, his thumb keeping up a steady rhythm on my clit.  

He was relentless.  

"Please, Alec." I begged.  

"Please what, pretty girl?"  

I moaned, the pleasure beginning to lick its way through my body.  

"Please let me come. Please, I need it. I need to come."  

He thrust into me faster and faster, a desperate moan escaping my lips. "Alec."  

My body quivered, unable to handle the brutal pace he had set. Alec reached around and pulled my back flush against him, one hand wrapped around my neck while the other reached up and grasped my breasts.  

"You're mine." He growled.  

I was suddenly completely okay with that. He could have me whenever he wanted me, as long as I could come again.  

"Alec!" I moaned as I came, the coil inside me unraveling yet again.  

Alec's hips stuttered and he slammed into me one last time, a muffled groan coming from his throat as he came.  

The wave of pleasure was almost violent, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. When it finally began to fade, I let out a sigh, my body collapsing against him.  

Alec held me to him, my body still trembling. I felt him nosing along my sticky neck, teeth scraping ever so gently and sucking.   

‘Is he marking me?’ I thought hazily.  

After a moment he pulled away, sliding out of me gently, and after another moment helped me out of the car and into the front seat, where I collapsed, limp with exhaustion. After buckling me in he shut the door and reappeared in the driver's seat less than a second later, looking completely put together, as if he hadn't fucked my brains out just a few seconds ago.  

He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot, driving expertly despite the steamy windows. He held out his hand, something rather lacy and intimate dangling from his long fingers. My panties.

He pulled them away before I could make a grab for them, shoving them into his far side pocket.

"I think these belong to me now."

I narrowed my eyes at him, too exhausted to really retaliate. I wondered how he would react to me calling him a panty thief…

"Don't get too comfortable, amore." His hands pushed the skirt of my dress back up in a gentle caress.   

I whined a little and he gave my thigh a light slap, leaning over to whisper in my ear.  

"Keep those thighs open, Y/N. I'm far from through with you yet."  

NEXT - Surprise! It's a mini-series for Kinktober!

{Kinktober}  // {Masterlist}

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[tinynerddeer]

Missing You

Alec Volturi X Fem!Reader

Summary: You begin to miss your vampire soulmate when he leaves you in the italian castle on an important mission.

Warnings: suggestive material

Authors Note: My first work!!! I've been deliberating this for the longest time. I am open to criticism (be nice please lol) and any comments! Hope you enjoy 💞

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The bed you usually shared with him was cold and empty while he was gone. You opted to sleep on the couch included in your lush chambers in his prolonged absence. His being away was prolonged exactly by five days as his mission was originally supposed to be two days, but was extended to a full week immediately after his departure. Alec's phone calls were hurried as he was always pulled away by the rigorous chase of a troubled rogue vampire. The hasty words shared between the two of you were never enough for either side.

You layed upon your velvet sofa, gazing at the gold bracelet gifted to you by Alec. It had a darling engravement on the plaque: "forever". Your phone rang and you hurried to jump up to grasp and answer your phone.

"Hello", you tried to not sound excited or anxious, although you currently were both.

"My Tesoro, are you well? I expect to be home shortly." He sounded slightly strained, although you chose not to comment on it.

"I'm fine." You come off more snippy than intended, but move past it to not worry him. "You caught him? Finally?"

His reply came immediately: "Yes-- well, Jane caught him."

You giggle, a sound that always made Alec's dead heart flutter. "I bet she did." You pause. "So...soon as in tonight or..." you let your impatience do the talking, much to Alec's amusement.

"Yes as in tonight, princess." You heard the smirk in his voice. "Can you handle another few hours, dear?"

"Don't tease me." You order sternly. "Run here as fast as you can because 'another few hours' is all that I can handle anymore." Your snarky response was followed by Alec's laugh before you hung up to get ready for his return.

You take your time in showering and applying light brushes of makeup while listening to music. When you were in your shared walk-in closet surveying your options of dresses, you felt cold hands on your waist.

"Don't bother putting anything else on when your robe is about to come off..."

You quickly turn around to throw your arms around Alec's neck. "Alec! I missed you!" You hugged him tighter as he leaned closer to your neck to leave kisses.

"And I you." His lips moved up to your cheek, then to your lips. The kiss was filled with longing. Your tongues soothed eachothers as your hands moved to his shoulders to anchor yourself so he could pick you up.

He walked the two of you over to your perfectly made bed and sat you down. Your hands slid down Alec's chest where he held them there between his own hands. "It's been too long..." you state in a sultry manner, laying back on the comforter.

"I can't help but to agree with you, my lady." Alec's response was accompanied by his hands running down your thighs, and back up again to toy with the hem of your robe. "Shall I act on my earlier words?" Alec winked at you while he waited for you to give your consent, a must in your relationship.

"You shall," you giggled out in excitement. Your robe now dangled off of your shoulders, and Alec's hands are tracing the lace of your panties. Slight rubs through the fabric had you letting out panting breaths. "Alec," you whimpered.

His movements suddenly stopped. He gained a statue like appearance with his unmoving eyes and pristine skin. You tugged on his sleeve to gain his attention. "Don't tell me."

His lips were now pursed in an apology. "You know I don't mean for this to happen--." Bangs on the doors sound and you hear a teasing voice directing Alec to the throne room: Demetri.

"I'm afraid you and your hands are needed elsewhere, Alec." You scoff at Demetri's inappropriate words, and move off of the bed to put your robe back on.

"Be quick. Dont make me take matters into my own hands." You warn Alec.

This makes Alec determined to get back to you in a timely manner; he speeds out the door, almost trampling over Demetri.

A busy vampire you were mated to.

[im-ovulating]

I’m back!!! All hail the decision wheel: Dubcon scenario with dirty talk, forced orgasm and naked woman/clothed man.

(A/n: Kinktober Day 2/15!)

Word Count: 1,613

Summary: You get what you ask for.

Warnings: Needy reader, Kinda mean Alec, Fingering, No PIV, No male orgasm

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec Volturi x Fem! Reader: Stay

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You lay naked and exposed on the bed, sheets twisted around your legs as you watch Alec prepare for his mission. His crimson eyes glance over your trembling form, a smirk playing on his lips when he sees your pout. You know you should let him go, that this is his duty, but the selfish part of you aches to keep him here, to feel his touch once more before he leaves.

Reaching a hand out to him, you plead, "Don't go. Stay with me a little longer."

His shakes his head, fastening the last few buttons of his shirt. "You know I must, Y/n. My duties come before anything else."

You sit up, the sheets pooling at your waist as you move closer to him. "Even before me?" You say, a flash of hurt crossing your face. "But I need you," you insist, voice soft and pleading. "Just for a little while longer?" Your hand trails up his arm, trying to coax him back to the bed.

Alec's jaw tightens and he grabs your wrist, grip bruising. "Do not tempt me, pet," he warns. "I have no time for your games."

You whimper, both from the pain in your wrist and the thought of him leaving. "Please, Alec… I-I'll be good, I promise. Just stay with me, just for a little while…"

His eyes roam your naked body, drinking in the sight of you. "You're hardly in a position to be making demands, pet," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "I should punish you for your insolence."

You swallow hard, heart racing. "Then punish me," you breathe, eyes pleading. "Just don't go, Alec. I need you." Your free hand slides up his chest, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

Alec's grip on your wrist tightens and he yanks you closer, your naked body pressed against his fully clothed one. "You test my patience, Y/n," he growls, hot breath fanning across your face. "Perhaps a lesson is in order."

Before you can react, his free hand tangles in your hair, jerking your head back. You whimper, pulse quickening as he looms over you.

"Tell me, pet," he murmurs, "how badly do you want me to stay?" His grip on your hair tightens, pulling a pained gasp from your lips.

"S-so badly," you whimper, arching into him. "Please, Alec, I need you. I-I'll do anything…" Your hips roll against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

Alec's eyes darken with lust and he yanks your head back further, exposing the delicate column of your throat. "Anything, hm?" he purrs, lips trailing along your jaw. "Then convince me, Y/n. Beg me to stay and I may consider it."

You tremble in his grasp, mind hazy with desire. "Please, Alec," you breathe, voice quivering. "Please, I'm begging you. D-don't go, stay with me. I want you, I need you…" Your hips grind against him again, seeking relief.

Alec's gaze doesn't falter as he stares down at you. After a moment, he chuckles darkly, grip tightening in your hair. "Very well, pet. Since you beg so nicely…" He pulls you into a bruising kiss, teeth nipping your lower lip.

You moan into the kiss, melting against him. Your hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. For now, he's yours and you intend to milk every second for what it's worth.

Alec breaks the kiss, leaving you panting. "On the bed. Now." His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument.

You quickly obey, heart racing as you return to the bed, settling onto your back. Your leg part, revealing yourself with open invitation.

Alec stalks towards you, eyes roaming your naked form. "Look at you, pet," he murmurs, "so eager and desperate for me." He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. "You'll take whatever I give you, won't you?"

You nod shakily, hands reaching for him. "Yes, Alec. Please… just touch me?"

He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Ah ah ah, none of that." He tsks, shaking his head. "You'll take what I give you and you'll like it."

His hips grind down against yours, drawing a needy whimper from your lips. You arch up, desperately seeking friction.

Alec chuckles, the sound dark and amused. "So impatient." He rolls his hips, the pressure just barely there. "Tell me, pet, how badly do you want to cum?"

You whimper, hips bucking up. "S-so badly, Alec. Please…"

"Mm, I'm sure you do." His free hand trails down your body, fingers ghosting over your heated skin. "But you'll only cum when I say you can. Understood?"

You nod frantically, chest heaving. "Y-yes! Yes, I-I understand."

"Good girl." He rewards you with a kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. You moan into the kiss, back arching. Your body is on fire, aching for release.

Alec's hand drifts lower, fingers teasing your slick folds. "Look at you, pet," he murmurs against your lips. "So wet and needy. It's pathetic."

You whimper, hips rocking against his hand. "P-please, Alec…"

"Shh." He presses a finger inside you, drawing a gasp from your lips. "I'll take care of you, darling. Just be a good girl and let me."

His thumb circles your clit, the pressure just shy of enough. You cry out, back arching. "Alec, please!"

He silences you with a harsh kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip. "Patience, my dear. I'll give you what you need." His hand returns to your aching cunt, fingers curling into you just right.

You moan, body trembling beneath his. "Alec, I-I can't… Please, let me cum…"

"Beg for it, pet." He crooks his finger into that perfect spot, drawing a strangled cry from your lips. "Beg me to let you cum."

"P-please, Alec!" you gasp, hips rolling against his hand. "Please, let me cum! I need it, I need you so badly!"

You tremble beneath Alec's touch, your body aching with desire. His free hand trails teasingly along your overheated skin, his cold fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Please, Alec," you whimper, hips rolling desperately against his. "I want to cum; I need more!"

Alec tsks, shaking his head as he holds you still. His crimson eyes darken with hunger as he leans in, fangs grazing your throat in false threat. "You'll take what I give you," he growls, "and you'll like it."

Slowly, deliberately, he circles your throbbing clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to have you writhing.

"Alec, please…" you plead, back arching. "I-I need to come, I can't-"

He silences you with another bruising kiss, swallowing your cries. His fingers never falter in their torturous rhythm, keeping you on the edge of bliss.

When he finally pulls away, you're panting, body trembling with need. It feels like you're going to vibrate out of your own skin. "P-please…" you whisper, eyes pleading.

His mouth trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. You moan, your back arching off of the bed. "Alec, I-I can't... It's too much, please..."

He silences you with a harsh kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip. "Hush, pet. You can take it and you will take it. Am I clear?"

The stimulation is overwhelming. "Alec, please..." you whine against his lips. "I'm so close, just let me..."

"Hush, pet." He nips at your lower lip, grip tightening. "You'll come when I say you can." His thumb presses down harder on your clit, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.

The tension that's coiling in your belly reaches its breaking point and it's becoming impossible to keep it from snapping like an old rubber band. You whine, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Alec, please..." you plead, voice breaking. "I-I can't hold back any longer, I need to cum."

He shakes his head, eyes dark with hunger. "Not yet, pet." His fingers continue their relentless pace, keeping you on the edge of bliss.

You sob, body trembling. The need for release is all-consuming, overwhelming your senses. "Alec," you whisper, voice hoarse.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Beg me, Y/n," he murmurs, voice low and commanding. "Beg me to let you."

You don't hesitate, words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea. You've been begging all this time anyway - what difference does a command to do it make? "Please, Alec, I need it, I need to cum so badly! It hurts... I-I've been good! Please, Alec, I've been good; just please let me cum already!" Your frustration is clear in your voice. "You're being mean!"

Alec lands a sharp slap to your thigh, the sting sending a shiver down your spine. "You think calling me mean is going to get you your way?" He murmurs lowly. His thumb presses even more firmly against your clit, drawing a strangled cry from your lips. "Fine... Cum for me, pet. Only because you begged so prettily."

He curls his fingers against your g-spot once more and, with a broken cry, the coil snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, your body shaking with the force of your release.

Alec watches, eyes hungry as he drinks in the sight of you falling apart beneath him. His fingers continue their relentless pace, drawing out your orgasm until you're shaking and spent.

When the final aftershock passes, you lie there panting, body limp and boneless as Alec gazes down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"Now, you're going to be a good pet and let me leave without a fuss." He gently cuffs your chin before standing from the bed. He grabs his cloak and slips from the room, leaving you to gather yourself.