#Marcus x reader

[haganezukawaifu]

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 11

~𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ~ 𝓜.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽~ 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 ~

I slowly opened my eyes as my vision was blurry. After a while, my vision cleared up. I sat up slowly as my head killed me. There were bounds on my hands and feet and gag in my mouth. My eyes wandered about my surroundings. I saw a wooden floor, a mirror, and another room. It looked exactly like my dream description. But another thing I noticed was that this room wasn't just an ordinary room. This was a ballet studio. This can't be the studio in Seattle. It doesn't look like this. Where am I? Suddenly I heard a sound and it was familiar. Soon the door opened and my heart skipped a beat when I recognized my kidnapper's voice. As he stood there pulling in a TV stand and VCR, he turned and noticed me.

"I see you're awake," he replied. I said nothing. Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. Walking toward me, he then pull the gag down from my mouth. "What? Got nothing to say?" he replied. Once again, I uttered nothing. Then he crossed his arm and stared at me for a moment. "Good luck staying quiet. Staying quiet won't help you, Christine. Also, I like the smell of fear in my food," he said.

"Where am I?" Who are you?" I asked.

"Relax. My name is James. And you're in Phoenix," he said.

Phoenix. Why am I in Phoenix?

"Why am I here?" I asked. He snickered before saying

"Really? Think a bit. Why are you here?" he asked. I thought to myself why am I here? Until.

'I can't stand it. I'm going back to Phoenix.'

"Bella."

He smirked. As my dream foretold, they warned me about him and so was Bella.

"In that field, I caught her scent. I had to have her. To taste her blood. But you, when I saw you in that car, I had to taste you too," James said.

"So it was you she was warning me about," I said.

James chuckles before kneeling in front of me. "I heard her telling you about me. It was funny actually. I can't believe she warned you and hid from me while doing so. The Cullen gave me quite a run but Victoria had to find information about her. She found out where you lived and got information about you," he said.

They were at my home. They were there with Cordelia. Anger filled me as I wondered if they had hurt Cordelia. "Do not fear. She didn't harm her. You know Bella could have left you out of this but she cares deeply about you. But there is someone else she cares more about," he said.

My eyes freeze. Does he have Mrs. Renee?

"Where is she? Where is Mrs. Renee?" I ask.

He then snickered and stood up and walked toward the phone on the wall. He has Mrs. Renee. It can't be true. It can't be true. "Bella. Bella," I heard.

It was Mrs. Renee's voice but something was off about it. It didn't sound real. It was a TV recording.

"Be very careful not to say anything until I tell you," James said.

So this was his motive. To lure Bella in by using Mrs. Renee's voice. From James' face, it seems like he got Bella's attention. "Now, I don't need to hurt your mother, so please do exactly what I say and she'll be fine," he said. He pauses then he smirks that evil smirk. He congratulated Bella.

'What a sick man.'

"Now repeat after me and try to sound natural. Say 'No Mom, stay where you are,'" he instructed Bella through the phone. As he manipulated her, he instructed her what to do. What to say? Tell her to come alone. Tell her to leave her friends. Friends. What friends? I thought Bella returned alone.

"Now this is what you have to do. I want you to go to your mother's house. Next to the phone, there will be a number. Call it, and I'll tell you where to start from there. Can you do that? Say yes or no," he said. He smirks once again.

"Before noon, Bella. I haven't got all day so be quick about it. And if you tell your friends about our plan, you can say goodbye to your mother and your special little friend," James said. He walked toward me and kneeled and held the phone to my ear.

"Say Hello, Christine," he whispered. In a shaking voice, I said "B-Bella."

“Christine,” I heard.

“Bella,” I repeated her name like a prayer as she tried to calm me down. I must warn her. “Bella. You can’t come. Pleas-.” He covers my mouth to stop my warning before moving the phone back to him.

"You still have until noon to call me. Don't keep me waiting. And please don't make your friends suspicious of anything you do when you return to them. Just say that your mother called and you talked her out of coming home for the time being. Now repeat 'Thank you, Mom.' Say it now," he told me. He snickered. "Goodbye, Bella. I look forward to seeing you again," he replied.

He hung up and stared at me with that disgusting face of his. A smirk spreads across his face as he asks, "Let's see if Sweet Bella learns to follow directions."

I want to wipe that smirk off his face so badly. "She won't come. She's smarter than you think. If you think she will, she won't," I replied.

Eyes filled with determination, James snickers as he twirls my hair with his fingers. "Maybe not for you. Maybe for her mother. She has no choices," he said as he leaned in and sniffed my hair.

How revolting. "Besides time ticks. As I have mentioned before." As he walked away, James said, "She will have it before noon." I stared at him filled with anger.

Time ticked on and I prayed Bella wouldn't call. Praying she wouldn't come. I saw James pace back and forth, waiting as I sat there on that wooden floor. Suddenly, the phone rang. James answered the phone and said, "Hello Bella." He snickered and smiled.

"That was quick. I'm impressed," he said.

He then informed her that she was fine. Must be talking about Mrs. Renee. He told her to come to the ballet studio by her house and that we. He will be waiting. He smiles as he hung up the phone. "Everything is working as planned," James said laughing.

"You're a monster. I hope you burn in hell where you belong," I spit back. James laughed at my insult.

"Oh, you're cute. If I didn't have to hold you, hostage, I would be an excellent plaything. But as much as I like to play with my food, my thirst lasts so long. So let's wait for our friend Bella," James said. He then leaned in and whispered "And once I get a taste of her blood, you will be my next meal. "

My eyes widen as he leans away from me. I froze, scared of the unknown. I felt my heart beating faster, my stomach turning. I knew I had to leave. He then picks me up and places me on the floor in the closet with the TV and VCR.

"Try not to make too much noise," he said as he pulled the gag back into my mouth. After playing the tape, he looped it and closed the closet door. I couldn't hear his footsteps as he left the room.

I was left alone with fear and anxiety. I felt helpless and alone, unable to call for help. I felt completely powerless. I silently asked myself is this my last memory? Kidnapped, waiting for death. Is this how my life ends? Tears streamed down my face as I thought it might be the last moment of my life. I thought of Cordelia. Oh, Cordelia. I'm sorry. No matter what happens, live on. Please continue to find love and happiness everywhere you turn. Please know that that night wasn't your fault and you are not to blame. Please know that I will never cease to love you even in death.

In the last few minutes, I was ready to give up all hope. The door opened and it was Bella. "Christine," she said as she rushed to undo the knot around my wrist and feet.

At the moment she untied my hands, I pulled the gag from my mouth and said, "You shouldn't have come. He came to kill you."

As she untied my hand on my feet, she said, "I know."

I stared at her. "We have to get out of here now," I pleaded.

"It's no use," Bella replied. I looked at her in confusion. "I have already written a letter to Edward. I'm dying anyway. If I die, I'll die knowing I found love and have my best friend," Bella said.

I stare at her in disbelief. Is she giving up? Everything.

"Bella, you can't die," I said.

"There isn't a choice. James will kill me," Bella said.

"Doesn't mean you can't fight back. Who knows, Edward could be here looking for you? To save you. Don't give up," I said.

I tried to make Bella understand that she still had a chance to survive. I tried to give her hope of survival. Telling her we have a chance. A small hope of leaving here alive. My advice to her was, "Don't lose your life for him, but live for him at all costs."

She looked at me as she held my hand. She smiled at me, her eyes determined. It was at that moment that she made the right decision. "Let's get out of here," Bella said. I nodded my head. We turn around to make our exit but James is right there, standing still at the exit with the remote in hand.

"Hello Bella," James said as he walked toward us. He passed us and put the remote down next to the VCR. I carefully watched his movements.

"Sorry about that Bella? But hey, aren't you glad your mother isn't involved in all this and that your darling friend is here with you?" he said with kindness and courteousness.

Bella sighs and answered yes. He was standing a few feet away from us, arms folded, looking at Bella curiously. But his eyes were black with a hint of ruby.

"I suppose you'll tell me your boyfriend will avenge you," he replied. "I don't think so. I told him not to," Bella replied.

"And what was his reply to that?" he asked again. As Bella shrugged her shoulders, she said she didn't know and sent a letter to him.

"How romantic. A last letter. Do you think he will honor it?" he said with a hint of sarcasm. God, do I hate this man? "To be honest, I'm disappointed. My expectations were higher. And all I need is luck," he said.

We both stood silently. Waiting for his next move. Then he explained his plan: "When Victoria couldn't get to your father, I had her find out more about you. Because why would I run and chase you down when I could wait for you at a place of my choosing? Victoria came to your dear friend's house to get more information about her after warning her about me. As a result of talking with Victorica, I took Christine here on a trip and decided to bring her here. I never dreamed you would mean it. Humans are very predictable. They like to be in a familiar environment, somewhere safe," James said.

He explained that the feeling he usually gets when hunting his prey is a feeling, a sixth sense if you must say. He visited Mrs. Renee's house and received a voicemail from Bella. Bella telling her mother to call from the hotel number was useful. Victoria watched Edward board a plane to Phoenix. And he was prepared for it. He used the tape as a bluff. He was a sick man. I hated him so much. Holding the palm-sized film camera, he said "You wouldn't mind if I left a small letter for your Edward," he said.

He smiled and set the camera back on the stereo system. There was a small red light that indicated it was already running. He adjusted it, widening the frame. We stared at him in horror and silence. "I'm sorry but I just don't think he can resist hunting me after watching this. I wouldn't want him to miss anything. A human. Two humans who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, running with the wrong crowd," he added as he stepped toward us smiling. I felt nausea in my stomach. "I would hate for Edward to ruin my fun. It happened ages ago when my only prey escaped me," he said.

"Your Edward was too weak to make the choice just like the vampire before who loved humans stupidly. This one, however, stole her from the asylum. I can never understand the obsession some vampires have with you pathetic humans. As soon as he freed her, he made her safe," James said.

Her? Who was he talking about? We stood there as he told his story. The girl didn't even notice the pain of being trapped in a black hole of the cell for so long.

"A hundred years earlier and she would have been burned at the stake for her visions but it was 1920 and it was the asylum and the shock treatments," he said.

In that instant, I knew he was talking about Alice. Is that why Alice can't remember her past life? Throughout that asylum, she suffered shocking treatment, which erased her memories. "The old vampire made her a stronger vampire and I knew I couldn't touch her. So I destroyed the old one with vengeance," James said.

Then he stepped toward us until he was just inches away. Taking a lock of Bella's hair and sniffing it delicately and saying "But I must admit you have a nice smell, very floral and Christine's smell is sweet."

I felt sick to my stomach. I held Bella's hand tightly. He stepped back and circled us. He slumped forward into a crouch like a beast. His pleasant smile slowly widened and grew till it wasn't a smile at all but a contortion of teeth, exposed and glistening. Bella and I ran to the emergency door, but James was in front of us in a flash. A crushing blow struck both of us in the chest, sending us flying backward into the mirrors. The glass buckled, some pieces shattering and splintering on the floor beside us. I was too stunned to feel the pain. Bella was in the same pain as I was.

"That's a very nice effect. I thought this room would be visually dramatic for my small film. But this place is just right for you. "You both," James said evilly.

Bella began scrambling on her hands and knees, trying to crawl to get to me. He hovered over Bella and smirked as his foot stomped down hard on Bella's leg. I could hear her leg snap as she screamed in pain. "Bella," I muttered as I reached out for her.

“And you,” James says as he walks toward me. From a wooden floor, he smirks as he stands upon me. He then steps on my wrist hard as I scream in pain. He laughed and looked around the room, satisfied with what he had done. I held my throbbing wrist as he stepped away from me. I could feel tears streaming down my face.

"Would you like to rethink your last request? Wouldn't you rather have Edward try to find me?" he asked.

Bella denied it. Her shirt was soaked in blood. James then kneeled to grab Bella's wrist and bit into it as she screamed in agony. He then came toward me as I tried to scramble away from him. However, he pulled me toward him and bit my wrist as a scream ripped through my throat. I gasped as I felt my body burning from the inside out. It was painful. It was excruciating. I had never felt pain like this before. It was as if I was dying inside. My heart raced rapidly. Soon I heard a voice calling me. I searched for that voice, and it turned out to be Alice. She ran to me and kneeled beside me.

"Christine. Can you hear me?" she asked. I slowly nodded and croaked out a reply, "Yes, I hear you. I'm in so much pain."

Alice hugged me tightly and said, "It's OK, I'm here now. You're going to be alright." I never felt so happy to hear her voice.

"Bella. Christine. We're here," Carlisle said. He's here too.

"Bella," I heard another voice and it was Edward. I knew he would come. The whole family attacks James.

"Bella is losing too much, and so has Christine. The venom is spreading. We have to suck the venom to stop it," Carlisle said. Edward shook his head as if he was refusing.

"No," he said.

"You have to do it," Alice replied.

I tried to breathe but the pain increased. "See if you can suck the venom back out. The wound is fairly clean," Carlisle said.

Edward's voice sounded like he was in agony. It was as if he had a hard time making a decision. I felt something sharp pointing and pulling at my scalp.

"Make it stop," I screamed. Tears streamed down my face. I felt suffocating. It was at that point that Edward made his decision, sucking Bella's hand of the venom. I then felt Alice grasp my wrist and say, "Christine. I got you okay."

I nodded. I sensed Alice's cool finger on my wrist, locking it in place. Her cold lips pressed against my skin. I felt a sharp pain in my arm as she started sucking the venom out. I screamed and thrashed until someone holds me down. I could sense my consciousness slipping as the pain subsided. My wrist felt more numb than ever before. Then, the fire was over.

"Alice," I called out.

"Christine," she said.

My eyes wander to her. "Is it over?" Alice nods softly.

"And Bella?" I asked.

She reassured me that she was fine with Edward. That was a relief. I panted slowly as my eyes grew weary. I could not get rid of the feeling of exhaustion. However, soon I could no longer fight it and I slowly drifted to sleep. The one thing I couldn't forget was the gasoline smell before I passed out.

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞Arcane Masterlist↠

Since Arcane season two is about to come out, it seems right to do some spring cleaning and make a list of all the headcanons written so far! The list will be updated as I post more. If you'd like a personalized letter from any character, here is the Google Sheet for commissions!

▶ Ongoing Arcane ff

↠ "Everytime it rains" (alternative timeline)

▶ The last drop tour

↠ Part 1 (the bar)

↠ Part 2 (Silco's office)

↠ Part 3 (Alternative timeline)

▶ The ones with just one or two characters: 

↠ “Stroking the other’s back comfortingly” [Cassandra]

↠ “If we ever stop talking send me a song” [Vander]

↠“Sinners” [Marcus]

↠“This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠“I can't explain and I won't even try” [Jayce]

↠“Lips tasting like rum” [Jayce]

↠“We wanted to be the sky” [Ekko]

↠“Ekko & Vi with a transmasc S/O” [Ekko & Vi]

↠“Vi with a chubby S/O” [Vi]

↠“This is the sign you’ve been looking for” [Silco]

↠“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.” [Silco]

↠"Love is a cycle" [Powder s02E07]

↠"The corner shop [Marcus]"

▶ The ones with everyone or almost all of them:

↠[arcane preference] founding out you were injured in crossfire

↠ drinking with [arcane preferences]

↠ Arcane men and their kinks

↠ [Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

↠ [Arcane preferences] and their s/o reacting to the cold

↠ [Arcane preference] finding you asleep at their workplace

↠ [Arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain

↠ [Arcane preference] Love language

↠ dancing with [Arcane preferences]

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o with a mental health issues (eating)

↠[Arcane preference (girlies)] with a chubby s/o

↠[Arcane preference zaunites] with a s/o from Piltover

↠[Arcane preference] with a chubby s/o pt.2- cuddle time

↠[Arcane preference] with a s/o with a mental issues pt.2 (the big sad)

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to someone flirting with their s/o + jealousness

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o falling asleep on their lap

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing parfum

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing mobility aids

↠[Arcane Preference] And Their Favorite Hot Drink

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a jealous s/o

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When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

[juletheghoul]

The General

a/n: So, the Roman got me. It was to be expected, honestly lol. I am well aware we know practically nothing about this character but I couldn't help myself. I wrote reader as a slave here, if you aren't into that - no worries. This is un beta-ed, any mistakes are my own. Shout out to @foli-vora for letting me flood her with my thoughts and ideas and for helping me flesh it out🩷 Hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, some dirty talk, creampie, alcohol, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) one creepy dude making a pass, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

reblogs are appreciated

Series masterlist Masterlist next chapter; the baths

He comes through the tent flap late into the night, covered in blood, grime, and rage, and yet - you are there to greet him. The gods have seen it fit to bestow him with another day of victory, another day of life and with that life, comes his expectations of you.

You rush to pour the water you’ve kept hot at his fire into the basin he uses to wash, eyes scanning quickly for the clean linens he uses to cleanse himself of the gore of battle, and making yourself scarce once the basin is full.

He says nothing, but he has no need to. 

You watch from your place at the edge of his vision, every nerve and receptor in your body honed to anticipate his needs. 

His armor needs to be cleaned before first light, thank the Gods I didn’t fall asleep. I will need to mend the tear in his tunic as well–

His hand shot out, face up towards you, interrupting your mental tally of his state but your body responds quicker than your mind and you’re there in an instant, placing the clean linen into his dampened hand. Still, he says nothing. 

You move towards his table while he finishes, shuffling his maps and well laid battle plans with great care in order to set out the olives and cheese he likes, the crusty bread and the dark wine he prefers. 

“General.” The gruff voice at the tent flap scares you half to death, but you don’t cry out. You’re too well-trained for that. A few of his soldiers stand at the threshold. “We wish to share a cup, a toast to your victory.” They are eager, the red glint of blood still fresh in their eyes. 

He grunts in response, but gestures to his table before giving you a pointed look. You rush to fetch more cups, setting them down at the extra places at his table. They are all seated by the time you finish pouring for them, and with another glance from Marcus–your general–you move to fetch more food from his stores. 

They’re raucous, the heat of the battle still coursing through their veins. Where Marcus is focused on calming the blood, they are eager to stoke the fire. They are either oblivious to his dark mood, or unbothered by it. 

“More wine!” One of them cries out, despite the way the General’s jaw clenches. You hurry to comply, pouring into the younger man's cup without spilling. “You are lucky General Acacius, a pretty, young, thing like this waiting to warm your bed of a night,” he leers up at you, his gaze slipping across your body like eels in a bowl, “would you share your wealth, I wonder.” His other hand slides up the back of your thigh causing you to gasp, his touch wholly unwelcome. 

“If you would like to keep your hands, I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice cuts through the air, “Come girl, take my cup away. I have no taste for wine just now.” You move away from the unwanted touch and towards Marcus, avoiding his eyes to complete the task at hand. “Go now, all of you. I will see you in the morning.” He moves from his place at the table, and if the others are unwilling to comply, they make no mention of it. The table is clear by the time he comes back, absent unwanted company. 

He says nothing while removing his armor, but you rush to his side to assist anyway, carefully putting the pieces aside to clean. 

The mood shifts, and his gaze now bores into you, and your heart races to feel it. Where the other man's eyes made your skin crawl, Marcus’ eyes feel like a caress. You feel them on the slit in your tunic, where your thigh is exposed. You feel them on your chest when you turn towards him to help take his chest plate off. 

Goose flesh spreads like a stain across your skin, and your cunt weeps for him, betraying any thoughts that you might not want what he quite obviously wants to give you. The proof of it tenting his tunic when the leather Pteruges are removed.

Those brutal hands, the ones that’d been covered in blood and grime not an hour past, now grab onto your hips, the grip hard enough to bruise. The thin linen shift does nothing to insulate you from his heat, does nothing to dull the press of his want against your belly. Any doubts swimming in your mind about crossing this line with him–again–are silenced when the linen is all but ripped off, leaving you almost shivering in his arms. 

The arousal is something fierce, an entity all in its own and it responds to his brusque movements with a perverse glee. It sets your nerves alight, drips down onto your thighs as he herds you towards his bed mat. His intensity infects you, it strengthens your grip, you’d swear it sharpened your nails by the way you rip at the very tunic you’re going to have to mend.

You land on your back amongst his linens and he’s quick to follow you there. It takes less than a breath for him to shrug everything off, both of you as nude as the day you were born. 

“Open your legs.” His voice is gruff, and thick with want, the same want that smears fat pearly drops against the skin of your thigh. 

Your nipples harden, drawing both his eye, and his mouth as you hurry to comply. He bites, pulling a gasp from your lips. His tongue quickly soothes it though, this is his pattern, an addictive balance of pain and pleasure. First one breast, then the other gets his attention, but only briefly, his desire burns too brightly. 

You only manage to pull his face up to yours before his cock finally slips into your wet heat, feeding a gasp directly into his mouth when you take his kiss with a force to rival his own. 

The size of him always shocks you into silence. He isn’t the first man to have you this way, your chastity had been gone long before you came into his service; you were glad of it to feel the way he molded you to accept him though. Now, and every time he’s been inside you. 

His stroke is brutal, it’s hard, and rough and all but moves you higher onto his mat. It’s perfect.

Your knees hitch high onto his hips, just as he raises one knee to press against the back of your thigh for purchase and it pays off because he finds the spot that makes you keen. 

He lets out a breathy laugh, relishing the state of you and the euphoria of your climax is far too close to feel any shame. Instead your cunt floods him, the slip of him moving so noisy and vulgar and welcome and blissful it pushes you closer still.

“More, please—“ you moan out the words, the first words you’ve spoken to him since he’d returned from a day of violence and he corrects you even now. 

“More what,” he grunts, anger and ecstasy shining on his visage, “speak correctly, girl.” His voice is clipped, his movements faltering and you know he’s close.

“More please, Dominus.” They’re a whimper, and he responds to them just how you hoped he might. He moves quickly and for a moment you can see how he’s earned his reputation, agile and smooth and within a moment he sits back on his haunches, pulling your hips up to meet his thrusts. 

You don’t know whether to scream, or weep, either way you thank the Gods for putting you in this man’s way. The pleasure is peppered with pain where his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, and you know you will feel the ache of holding them open tomorrow, but it’s so hard to care when it feels so good.

The precipice looms, the shadow of the climax clouding anything and everything and when you reach down towards where you’re spread wide, it only takes a couple of quick, wet circles at your clit to float away.

He groans, hips stuttering and you know you’ve taken him over the edge with you, you can feel the evidence of it painting your insides. His eyes glaze over as he watches himself fill you to the brim, slack-jaw and drunk on his orgasm and your flesh on display for him. 

“I expect you to remain full of my gift-“ his tone is filthy, lust and victory of a different kind on his features as he grinds himself deeper, “until I take you again.” He hisses the last few words out, pulling his softening cock out to inspect his mess. “Am I understood?”

“Yes Dominus.” The words are sweet as summer fruit on your tongue, eager to please him.

He smiles, but it’s predatory and it makes you clench around nothing, your body betraying your words when you feel his spend dripping out in front of his eyes.

He tsks, pushing it back in with thick fingers.

“You are well aware I don’t tolerate such insolence.” His eyes narrow, but his mood is still playful, removing his fingers from your cunt, only to stick them in your mouth. “Now, get some rest. I expect you up at first light.” He speaks with absolute authority as you suck his fingers clean, and nod.

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[3rizu]

A/N: Started rewatching G&G so I thought of writing for them I’m also thinking if I should make DEXTER stuff

Marcus who loves laying in bed with you regardless if you both are talking or not, your presence tends to soothe him and make him feel better

Hunter who loves planning study dates with you, it doesn’t matter the subject since he’s practically good at them all nor does he mind helping you

Press who always makes you sit next to him he’ll either have your legs over his lap or he’ll tell you to sit on his lap since he quite likes your weight on top of him

Brodie who likes spending time with you in his basement since his parents won’t bother you two usually when his friends aren’t using it for band practice or a hangout place

Maxine who loves having you around especially since you are able to help her practice her lines for an audition or help her with some assignment Gitten gave her

ꨄ꧁❤︎︎꧂ꨄ

Joe whom loves when you come to Blue Farm usually it’s to talk to him a bit over some wine but sometimes you come to Blue Farm for lunch or for some coffee

Zion who genuinely cares and loves you, he especially loves that you’re good with kids since he has Ginny he was determined to propose after he got to know you he did of course tell Ginny

[orcasoul]

Marcus Acacius Headcanons:

You Take Care of Your Wounded General

Warnings: Injury, blood.

Word Count: 1,576

The thud of distant horse hoofs grow closer as you anxiously await the return of your husband, General Marcus Acacius. Fingers twisted in the the folds of your Palla, you pace the courtyard of your villa, hoping, praying the rider is Marcus. The gates open and your breath leaves you in one forceful exhale as Marcus rides through, bloodied and bruised and covered in dirt. The guards at the gate rush to him as he dismounts but he waves off their concerns without a second thought, as if this is all in a days work for Marcus.

It's only when he sees you that he stops dead where he is, the look of surprise and confusion plastered across his face making you bite your lip as guilt washes over you. Maybe you've been too unfair to him. Maybe he means more to you than you were willing to accept and today was the push you needed to finally admit to yourself that you do indeed care for him. Three months have passed since your wedding and for those three months you'd been giving him a wide berth (as much as you could being under the same roof).

You were silently furious when Marcus and your father arranged the union, speaking of dowries and wedding plans as if you weren't even in the same room as them. That day you'd felt like nothing more than cattle to be traded. And every day since your wedding you'd felt like a prisoner in your own home. Marcus tried to make you feel at home, engaging you in conversation (even though your answers were as short as possible), making sure you had every comfort and even kept a respectful distance (even while sharing a bed, he'd stayed by the edge of his side) after you'd broken down in tears on your wedding night, fearing your 'wifely duties'. Upon seeing your distress he'd swiftly promised you he wouldn't touch you until you wanted him to and has kept his word all these months.

And now as you take in his battered form and big puppy dog eyes your last resolve cracks and with that an outpouring of respect, appreciation and even affection flows freely from your heart. Before you even realise what you're doing you're burying your face in Marcus' chest, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. He smells like sweat, blood and dirt but you don't care. He's alive and he's here. After a few tense moments you feel his muscles relax and his strong arms come around and envelop you, holding your much smaller frame as if you're made of glass.

"It's okay, it's over," he whispers into your hair. "I was so worried, Marcus," you muffle into his chest, still holding him tight. "shhh..." he soothes stroking the back of your head. You pull back to get a good look at him, studying the cuts and bruises littering his face and arms and your heart clenches in your chest. He did this for you, for all of Rome. He'd literally put his life on the line for you today and you'll never forget that. Marcus' eyebrows raise in question as your wet eyes trail the remnants of the brutality he'd just endured. The fact that he wasn't expecting such a reaction form you makes you want to hang your head in shame.

"You're hurt" your voice wobbles as you cup his cheek, watching the blood still trickling down the other side of his face. Marcus' gaze softens and the small smile he gives you makes your heart soar. "It's nothing major," he shakes his head, "Just cuts and scrapes. I've had much worse." "Come with me," you say softly, reaching behind you to take his hand from your back and lead him to your bed chamber. Pressing on his shoulders, you make him sit at the foot of the bed whispering "Wait here." Moments later you return with a tray containing a large bowl of steaming water, gauze, cloths and jars of vinegar and honey. You place the tray beside him on the bed and step between his spread legs, all the while Marcus just watches you, the intensity of his stare making your skin tingle.

Squeezing the excess water from the rag you return your attention to your husband, gently cupping one side of his face and slowly you begin to wash the part dried, part sticky crimson trail from his skin and beard. When your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat. He's looking at you with both intrigue and warmth and you can't hold back the tenderness in your own smile. As you clean the deep wound on the top of his forehead, you feel him flinch slightly but he makes no sound. "Sorry," you grimace, making sure to lighten your touch even more. "It's okay," Marcus smiled at you. A few seconds of silence pass. "I'm sorry," you say again.

"It's okay," Marcus cocks a brow, "It doesn't really hurt-" "No, I mean... I'm sorry for how I've been treating you." Marcus' mouth snaps shut, waiting for you to continue. "I know I haven't been easy to live with theses past months. I haven't really appreciated everything you've done for me-" Marcus' hand reaches up to hold yours and your eyes flick back to his. "I understand. It's been a big change for you and I'm not sure you were prepared for it." You shake your head. "You've been nothing but kind and patient with me and I don't deserve it. When you left to stop that uprising... I was so scared-" "You were never in any danger, I promise you," Marcus' hand gave yours a tiny squeeze.

A humourless chuckle passes your lips. "I wasn't scared for myself. I was scared for you. I was afraid I'd never see you again and... I didn't want to lose you, Marcus" your voice trembled as you let everything you'd been too afraid to admit come to light. "I've grown to care deeply for you and it confused me, but watching you leave for maybe the last time..." your shoulders sagged as your head dropped. "It made me realise how much you've come to mean to me. I really am sorry," you mumbled regretfully. Unable to look him in the eye now, you move onto the cuts on his right arm, taking great care in your ministrations. It's the very least you can do for him after what he's just been through.

Your name, whispered so softly, as a lover would address his sweetheart, causes your head to lift up and you find yourself drowning in a look of adoration you're not sure you're worthy of. Marcus cups your cheek, the warmth of his calloused hands bringing you the comfort you didn't know you needed. "Don't apologise," he frowns softly. "Let's just begin again. You and me, a fresh start." You drop the rag to the floor and clasp the back of his hand on your cheek, tears of relief and of happiness filling your eyes. "I'd really like that, husband," you blushed.

A single tear falls and Marcus wipes it away with his thumb. His eyes drop to your lips and you can see the longing residing in them plain as day, the same longing you've been feeling for the past month. Marcus slowly leans in, eyes not leaving yours, stopping just inches from your lips and you realise he's giving you the control to close the gap if you wish. Excitement swells in your tummy, your heart beating like a drum. You close the gap, shutting your eyes at the last moment and ever so lightly press your lips to his. Marcus' lips are so soft, so plush that you can't help but melt into them. His arms come around your back and he pulls you closer so you are pressing chest to chest.

You slide your hands behind his neck, feeding your fingers through his curls at the nape and you open your mouth to allow his tongue inside. Marcus deepens the kiss, both of you exploring each others' mouths for the first time. You feel him smile as an involuntary moan climbs up your throat. Marcus pulls his lips away, resting his forehead against yours. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, to kiss you, to hold you and take care of you," Marcus professed in a hushed whisper. Placing your thumb and forefinger under his chin, you tilt his head so he's looking you in the eyes. "I look forward to much more of that, my love," you beam at him, kissing the tip of his nose, "but for now you're going to rest and let me take care of you."

Marcus chuckled at your assertiveness. "You're giving the General of Rome orders?" "Damn right," you smirk, "and you'll do well to obey." "Yes, my lady," a deep rumble of amusement echoes from Marcus' chest. You stand and place yourself between Marcus' legs again, picking up a clean cloth and continue with cleaning his wounds, applying vinegar and honey before carefully covering them with gauze, finishing with a kiss to each injury. And the whole time Marcus watches you like you're too good to be true. You've both crossed into new territory now and you have a feeling that this is the beginning of something incredible; a deep and sacred connection that will only grow and grow.

[amarmoria]

Love and Legion

Summary: 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 adopted you almost 14 years ago, after a catastrophic invasion of your country from the two tyrannic Twin Emperors of Rome, only just two years after sending her son away, she can't help but feel pity and guilt at a little child who was just a years younger than her son should've been right now and in an indisputable argument with some of the senators, she successfully stole you away from the hands of your unknown parents.

Lucilla meets her beloved husband and courageous General, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 many years later, and marries him in hopes of finding protection and love she once seeked in another-- and she did of course. Only a few years later when tensions began brewing between you and your beloved 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, a tension that should not and should've never existed in the first place.

And even more chaos prevails when 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐, a Gladiator brought by the war catches your mother's undivided attention. You don't know why she's so interested in some vicious gladiator until you confronted him to cure the growing dislike h̶a̶t̶r̶e̶d̶ you have towards him.

𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 '𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐' 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝐹𝑖𝑐

➪ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺.

➪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

➪ 𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2.

➪ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.

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You don't know why you remember so little from before. You recall only Lucilla, your now adoptive mother, cradling you back to her tent, washing off the dirt and grime from you in her tub, you remember feeling like you forgot something, not like you can remember everything you did when you were 5, only a glimpse of your faceless 'parents'.

You remember a big argument from the outside, you heard voices yelling and squabbling, one which belonged to your mother while her maids tended to your food and clothes. You remember her looking so tired but pleased after an hour of arguing.

Then she proceeded to help you with your hair, twisting and braiding and vice versa as she hummed that beautiful song she sang to you every single night after that.

"You're an Aurelius now. My daughter. My Carissima"

Then just several years later, you were standing in mere spaces behind your mother, and her groom, General Marcus Aurelius, feared but not feared, the one who leads rome's army to victory every time.

You were wearing a dress, an exact copy of your mother's. Your attire mirrored almost every detail of hers, a reflection of your bond. While your mother's dress was woven from fine, unblemished white wool, and tied with the intricate Knot of Hercules, yours was simpler, its fabric softened and unadorned, lacking the symbolic complexity  but retaining the elegance.

Your hair, though styled in the same six braids as your mother’s, was left without the ornate pins and embellishments that crowned the bride.

Instead of the full flammeum that veiled your mother, you wore a delicate orange scarf that draped lightly over your shoulders, the hue a faint echo of your mother’s fiery veil. A small garland of fresh flowers circled your head, a token of your innocence and role as a silent witness to the sacred union.

You held your breath during the whole ceremony, even as your mother said those words that would finally hammer the nail.

"Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia"

'Where you are Gaius, I am Gaia'

Despite your initial resistance over having a new father— step-father, you can't deny your mother her love, because one day you'll have to find one yourself, and marry him and move in with him and leave your mother alone. But now she has her spouse, her husband, you're not sure if you're relieved or worried.

The day after the occasion you moved into his mansion, and to your surprise he had you made a room of yourself, not that you had one at home, you didn't really know him, or talk to him, but he went out of his way to carve you a space in his home, maybe that earned him point to you.

You jumped out behind your mother's back and ran around the spacious chamber, almost forgetting they were there. You hastily got on the bed that looked almost too tall to be one and bounced and bounced, even your bed at home didn't make you bounce this high.

Out the corner of your eye you see Acacius approaching the foot of the bed, his arms crossed each other as his smile widens impossibly big, he didn't have that much grey hair then, but he looked very young and joyful, you see your mother just farther behind him at the doorframe admiring the both of you.

You knew it was then she wanted both of you to get along, and you love your mother so much you didn't want to disappoint her. Your initial impression of him was questionable, the first thing that came up your mind was that he was evil, and he'd lock you down the dungeon and torture you like those step-parent books you read, and one that caught your eye was the story of Rhodopis.

And just moments later you bounced to him and jumped, you snorted at the face he made when you landed on him, your hands coiled around his neck, going in for a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You heard him laugh above you as his arms circle around your back, trapping you in a hug.

You shivered involuntarily as his fingers ghost the skin of your back. Maybe that's where it started? Everything that went on then as the years came by, you didn't draw attention to it, just pondering and pondering what it was.

Then years later you're here, standing beside your mother as she held a small white cloth to her tear stained eyes, a lavender in her other hand occupying her nose to cancel out the foul smell of Rome, you sneezed a second time, does Rome even know how to bathe?

Your thoughts were stolen away when you heard Acacius's heavy boots approaching. He was wearing this dazzling bright red cape with intricate gold embroidery in the edges, it was clasped together with a gold plated pendant. His heavy black armor designed with Medusa's head at front with gold clicked expensively as he nears the two of you, you notice how gold was also lined on the edges of his armour a big sign that he is a general.

You wonder if this time they were going to a bigger country, seeing how many battalions Acacius had behind him, they were boarding the ship one by one and the others were carrying the boxes loaded with weapons.

He didn't wear his helm yet so his curls bounced as he halted in front of you. And even if your mother was already hugging him, it felt as though his eyes were still on you, you fiddled with your dress while looking down, opting to stare at the interesting floor than look into his rounded brown gaze.

You thought he'd leave then, after bidding your mother and you goodbye, but he paused as your mother seperated from him, busy wiping her tears and refilling her lavender, you hear him laugh, his chest rumbling in the armour, his knees slightly crouch to your view, but you don't budge as you avoid his eyes still.

He suddenly reached out, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. Slowly, he lifted your chin, coaxing you to meet his gaze. The motion was subtle but deliberate, his touch firm yet tender as it guided your face upward.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flickering to his lips, before your gaze finally rose to meet his. The world around them seemed to fade as his eyes locked with yours, an unspoken tension thickening the air between you and him.

"A-acacius—"

"Won't you bid me goodbye, amor?" He whispered a breath, his voice soft and low as his head tilts to the side, almost like teasing you.

"I-I was. But I wanted mother to go first." You murmured, practically embarrassed he even noticed.

"I shall be away for a good while," He clears his throat, straightening his attire.

You nod, fiddling with your dress yet again. "How long?"

"I've no certain count, but I'll be back," he paused, smiling warmly. "And quick."

You return his smile, laughing gently. "Of course you are, you're the invinsible general,"

"Oh? Am i now?"

"Yes, you are, don't try to humble it." Your smile grows wider as he laughs. "I don't think I understand what you're saying, Amor."

You roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "Don't fool me, old man"

"You're calling me old now?"

"Aren't you?"

He was about to retort a comeback when you mother strided to where you were.

"Safe travels, my love," she sighs. "We will pray for you,"

"I will, Caro" he leans down to take her hand, kissing the bones of her knuckles. And for a split second you see him look to your direction "I will."

𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕

[leth-writes]

Hello. Could you write for yandere Volturi Kings (separately or poly) and soulmate female reader?

Yandere Volturi x soulmate reader

Aro

oh no. Oh no. I’m so sorry.

Aro is honestly quite manipulative. He’s able to read minds, afterall, and he spends a lot of time just sifting through your memories, picking out your insecurities and anyone who’s ever said anything mean to you. He sends Felix after the latter and comforts you about the former, but the fact that you’ve never told him about your insecurities definitely means you’re unnerved.

Is really obsessive. You occupy his thoughts most of the time, and he spends most hours of the day with you at least at the back of his mind. Every time he sees a new painting, he thinks about bringing it back for you.

You have a small museum in your rooms, just from the gifts he’s stolen from the various galleries around Volterra and Italy as a whole.

Keeps you locked high in the tower, Corin constantly beside you. You’re essentially drugged, constantly loopy and exhausted. You’ll be awake for a couple of hours out of the day, in which Aro spends time reading to you and quizzing you endlessly about your life, as well as feeding you by hand. He prefers fruits like strawberries, loving to watch the way you bite at them, then kissing the juices off you lips. He’s just kinda like that.

Loves watching you sleep. He spends most of his time just looking at you, eyes wide and face frozen into a creepy grin. Sometimes you bolt awake and he’s just… staring at you in the dark. Has definitely made you scream and cry in fear before. Doesn’t really feel bad, wants you to think he’s more dangerous than he actually is.

Probably exaggerates the truth about vampires, for example, not telling you about the glittering. You just see him coated head to toe in blood and know something’s happened. It helps keep you in line, seeing him with that horrifying smile, face completely obscured with blood.

Honestly the worst out of the three. WILL kill your family if you try to escape, and shows you the bodies. Don’t try, it’s for the best.

Has Chelsea weaken the bonds with friends and family until they’re practically non-existent, giving you a sort of amnesia.

Makes you sit in court, just to see how ruthless he is. He wants you terrified of him.

Caius

Caius is strategic, yes, but he isn’t nearly as sadistic as he may seem. Aro is more terrifying you on purpose to keep you in one place, while Caius accidentally terrifies you through his temper. He’d never hurt you, but you’ve seen him in court.

The second he learns you’re scared of him, he forbids you from going into court. Secretly has Corin make you happy while you’re alone with him, so you begin associating that contentment with him.

Otherwise, doesn’t let anyone use their abilities on you, including Aro. Keeps his brother far away from you, though he does let Marcus spend time with you.

Seeing how hurt Marcus is by the death of his soulmate puts it into perspective for you, and you’re noticeably nicer to him afterwards.

If another vampire even looks at you, he’s attacking them and ripping their head off.

Also keeps you locked in the tower for your own safety.

If another member of the Volturi hits on you, they’ll be tortured for days before Caius deigns to kill them. Death will be a mercy.

Turns you as soon as possible, though probably still keeps you in the castle complex. You aren’t allowed to leave, he’s still quite protective.

Marcus

Marcus is a bit of an odd case. We don’t really see what he’s truly like, only what he’s like after years and years of depression.

However, St. Marcus day was named after him for a reason, hinting toward toward his wisdom and cunning mind.

As a result, Marcus slowly becomes more and more… himself. The others liken it to him waking from a long slumber.

You’ll have quite a lot of freedom, moreso than the other two’s darlings combined. He absolutely does not want a repeat of what happeend last time, so he focuses a lot on keeping you happy. Long walks through parks, visits to museums, anything for you. However, he does rent those spaces out prior, so you can’t actually see any other people, sorry. It sucks, but it’s better than the tower and the constant sleeping.

He’s a hopeless romantic, and works really hard to get you to trust him. He wants your relationship to be genuine.

As he wakes up, he starts to show more personality and to be more possessive. He’s still quiet, but he takes on a more intimidating exterior to anyone except you. He just kinda lurks behind you like a silent shadow, waiting for a guard to try something, at which points he just fucking decimates them. He’s an extraordinary fighter when he isn’t so focused on his depression.

Tells you stories about Didyme. He’s not comparing, but he knows she would’ve loved you, and he wants you to feel her presence.

[volturissideslut]

poly Volturi kings and female witch soulmate

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞)

Guess who's back back back again

"Good morning, Cara Mia" Aro practically purrs, giving you a gentle kiss to the side of your head and interrupting the lesson you were giving Caius.

"Yes yes, brother. She's awake." the blonde dismisses, leaning in toward you as he continues "now what do these runes mean?" he asks. Delicately, ice cold fingertips trace and retrace the different patterns over your arm as he reads your notes in his head.

Marcus hums, making you jump at his previously unnoticed presence, and rests his chin atop your head. "I'm sure that one is to attract luck, right Tesoro?" his grin is shit-eating as he recalls what you told him, attempting to somehow impress you with it.

"Luck actually," his face falls into a sturdy pout and Aro instead takes on his grin. Caius instead ops for an amused huff. "Though many associate good luck as having good love in your life"

"I guess I must be luckiest of all"

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 15: Throne

CAIUS VOLTURI X GN! READER

SUMMARY: A rare day of no trails you still find Caius sitting at his throne with tense shoulders, leading to you in his lap. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Kissing, Handjob, Reader sitting on Caius's lap

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Stepping steadily through the castle's marble halls, looking through every room for your lover, only to find him in the one place you doubted to find the vampire.

In the throne room, the sun's glow on Caius's hair caught your attention, turning into the room, quickly scanning his state of being. Tense shoulders mixed with an intense stare at the big wooden doors as if waiting for a trail to start. Almost on the edge of his seat, readying for his words to be of use for the Volturi, his only use.

Even with all of his on-edge tension, Caius did not react to your touch, tucking a strain of his gold locks behind his pale ear. Knowing it was you having already smelled you from just walking by the room. Cupping his cold cheek slowly, his tension left, leaving him to melt in your hand.

Looking up, giving you a breathtaking view of his maroon-colored eyes, his stare no longer intense but now soft and warm. Leaning down for a kiss, Caius goes further, gently pulling at your arm, wanting you more than just a kiss.

Pulling harder causes you to fall onto his lap, knees landing beside his thighs with just enough space. Quickly cupping your face deepening the kiss, letting you taste how his eagerness turned into hunger.

Leaning back from a kiss, Caius gently bites your lip, slightly pulling it, threatening to bite down harder just to taste you further. Having plans of your own, with a free hand traveling down to his pants, undoing them.

Having felt his cock minutes ago, though poking you through his pants twitching against you. Granting its wish to be let out into your hand, hearing as Caius sucked in a breath, his forehead lay to rest against your collarbone.

Firmly stroking his cock hearing as he begs you, for more or less you ignore his vagueness, circling your thumb around his tip, creating louder moans that echo down the marble halls.

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[shelbgrey]

Hi, could I request more about "Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HCs:" and we have the Volturi wrap around our finger, please, thank you, and love it.

You put it, the Reader doesn't get along with Bella. I was hoping you could tell us more about that relationship. And I personally would love it if the Volturi knew that we're there since Carlisle and Esme got custody of us. They are "Cousins [ Demetri, Felix, Alec, Janeand Heidi,] Anutes and Uncles [ Uncle Aro, Caius and Marcus] to us". When Alice goes and saves Edward dumbass. We're there to save Edward, but we're also happy to see them. When Demetri and Felix came, we called them Cousin Dem and Fe while smiling. We hug Jane, holding hands with her. The Cullens knew about what we call them. We really don't care what happens with Bella, but we do care about our brother and sister. Personally, I got the feeling we don't really care if Bella lives or dies

Thank you so much 💓

P.S. feel free to message me if you need anything clarification on this

Being the daughter of carlisle and the Volturi loving you:

So I usually don't write for the Volturi so bear with me.

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So you want to know more about Bella and y/n's relationship...

So, I want to compare how Edward thinks and how Bella thinks to show the two girls relationship.

I think when Bella is finally introduced to the family she's quite jelouse of Edward's relationship with you, there's no real incureties to it, she just doesn't want girls hanging around Edward.

Bella also thinks your plan and shy, there's off hand comments on how she's discribes you, Edward on the other hand discribes you as happy, humorous, and so beautiful.

You guys are always throwing harmful comments to each other and Bella usually takes it too far.

You also hate how she's treats her father. She always gets mad and says it's none of your business and you have no idea what you were talking about.

“my parents chose me, yours just got stuck with you”

Carlisle and Esme would put a stop to it, there's been many times Carlisle and Charlie have had talks about Bella's bullying.

Of course you're parents know your not a saint in theses situation, but Bella is usually the one to start it.

“if someone pushes you, you push back” Emmett always says, which is why your never scared to decened yourself.

And since your the youngest, your basically the center of the Cullens universe, but then Bella comes along and puts your family in danger, that's your problem.

You also have a problem with Edward putting everything aside no matter what for her, your happy he finally has a girlfriend but there should be boundaries.

You especially started hating her when Edward decided to go to the Vulturi after Bella's supposed death.

You knew about the Vulturi and you became friends with them in fact, your uncle Marcus(yes, you heard me right) says your the glue that holds you all together.

After Aro found out about a human joining Cullen Coven, he showed up to see if it was true, Aro didn't really have a plan for what he was gonna do, but when he met you he saw no harm. He was in aw at the sight of the small child.

The deal was that you could stay human with the family as long as you wanted, you just had to keep the secret of the Vampires.

Honestly you see Aro as the creepy uncle, you'd never say that to his face and he'll never found out because he refuses to read your mind.

“but, Dad he creeps me out! None of the others do”

Dispite you thinking he's creepy, he'd never hurt you.

At first Cauis wanted nothing to do with you and didn't agree with Aro's decision, but the more the family interacted with the Vulturi the more he grew a soft spot for you.

Marcus is more of a grandpa than an uncle if were being honest, he's a lot older than the others and he's always been so gentle and kind towrds you.

He gives you advice and is there if you need to talk.

I don't know much about Heidi, but I figure she'd absolutely love you and is always spoiling you.

Demetri is like a big brother/cousin and you kinda have a love/hate relationship. You guys tease each other and sometimes it'll get mean, but trust me he'd kill anyone who harms you.

Your probably closest to Jane and Alec, they're both closer to your age and you three just hit it off immediately. You hate hearing about they're tragic back stories but they always tell you it's not your fault and you make they're lives better.

Then Edward left for Italy to go and execute himself 🙄

You were so made at Bella for putting Edward in this headspace and situation, especially after you found out she's was perfectly fine.

But, anyway Alice was getting ready to take Bella to Italy and you wanted to Tag along. Not because you were there to support Bella, but because you wanted to see the extented family.

Ya know... Going to Italy to beat Felix and Demetir at Mario cart again...

What you didn't want to do is see Bella getting all dramatic and telling your Uncle Aro to kill her instead of Edward.

You rolled your eyes and came up to hug Jane as she threatened to use her gift on her, she was only using like 5% of it on Edward just for ✨dramatic effect✨ . “alright Jay, they've learned their lessons”

Jane chuckled and stopped using her powers on Edward, wasn't too painful for him.

“Aw, I was having fun” Felix sighed as you ran up to him and hugged him.

Cauis rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile as Bella looked completely confused. “What just happened?”

“nothing... Just you being dramatic for no reason, they're on our side bone head, You think they'd actually hurt Eddie?”

You left Felix's arms and walked around the Castle. “by the way, where's Dem?”

He appeared and hugged you while Bella looked even more confused and kept asking unanswered questions. “aw, she's still alive”

You laughed and quickly shhed him.

“what? You think just because they're old school and basically vampire royalty they're evil? you asked Bella, you were kinda pissed off she thought so low of them.

“yeah we never said we were gonna kill him and Alice never said that either” Aro said, clapping his heads together.

You then clicked your tough, with a sarcastic smile. “well, we send little miss. Main character home and me and Alice can stay here for the weekend, dad said we could.”

Jane hugged you excited for some girl time while Felix ran around the Castle making sure you had a comfy room to sleep in.

“do what ever you want Dem, killer or set her free, send her to the moon, have her for dinner, I don't really care”

Uncle Cauis laughed as bella started stuttering as Felix and Alec came back with arms full of dvds.

“wait, what?” Edward sighed. “they're kidding”

“we could watch a bunch of TV shows, we got Bones, and supernatural” Felix smiled.

“no Supernatural, they got the vampires all wrong” Alec said.

The two boys and you and Jane both just walked off talking about what you should watch without even a goodbye for Edward and Bella. “What about Moon Knight, dad finally got an account for Disney+. It's a really good marvel show”

“ooh, I heard Oscar Isaac is in it, he's so hot” Jane said, Felix and Alec groaned as you girls started thirsting over male actors.

“they're just gonna be horny for 40-something year old men the whole time” Alec sighed, heide slapped him and told him to be nice.

Bella scoffed and left with Edward after Alice smiled and ran after her sister and Jane.

“Lators Gators” you shouted to Edward.

[untoldstar]

male yandere! king x fem! witch reader x male yandere personal secretary part 2

warnings: yandere themes, obsessive behavior, jealousy, nsfw content

sorry to the ppl who didn’t want this to have a nsfw scene</3

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@rai-xxx

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part 1

You sigh and plop down on the stone bench in front of the fountain with Marcus seating himself beside you the both of you gazing at the beautiful garden, colorful flowers of every kind scattered all across the garden. The fountain was very grand and elegant and the buzz of insects and the light that bounced off the spraying water painted the picture of perfection. It was exactly what you needed after enduring the stuffy tour of the castle. The inside was beautiful of course. But considering the history of this kingdom everything dates back many years which means..the tour was accompanied by lengthy explanations.

Every time you entered a room you were awestruck by the sheer beauty. Grand windows reaching the ceiling allowing rays of sunlight into the room. Curtain of the finest silk. Paintings of past family members lined up on the walls and skillfully crafted pieces of furniture you're sure you've never seen in any other household nor will you in the future. But your moment of admiration was always interrupted by Marcus briefing you on the historical value of almost every piece. What the color of each room symbolizes, its purpose and if it's meant to hold official matters or family affairs.

By the end of it, your brain was fried and you desperately needed a change of scenery "I know it could all be rather..daunting." You dart your eyes over at Marcus "But I can assure you it's lovely here." you scoff "And what of the king?" he doesn't spare you a glance "What of him?" you fully turn your body towards him "How is he? with everyone. With you." he's silent for a few beats "His majesty is a wonderful king you shouldn't have to worry about him which is why I encourage you to take his offer seriously." you push further "Because he's a good king or because it would be wise of me to accept his offer considering I don't have a choice either way?" Your words come out harsh even though its isn't truly Marcus' fault. Reid didn't tell you outright that you have no choice but you're not an idiot, you know what this tour is, it's simply an introduction to the life that awaits you now. Marcus sighs "I know you feel cornered right now but I'll have you know I'm not..against you. Should you stay here know that you have..someone to turn to." If his words were supposed to console you he was certainly terrible at conveying it, His stone expression did not change a bit nor did any warmth seep into his ice-cold voice but still you understand what he's telling you. This situation is terrible but he would try to make it better.

You know what you have to do. You have no one back at home and this is..business. It certainly doesn't seem like you have a choice.

You offer Marcus a small strained smile "Thank you, Marcus. I'll remember that." You both stare at each other for a moment and you could swear you caught a shade of pink dusting his cheeks but before you could confirm it a cough sounded behind you. You look behind your shoulder to see Reid standing with a strained smile while his eyes dart between you and Marcus who immediately jumps up from the bench and creates a distance between you two "I see you two have finished the tour and have been getting along quite well." You think he throws a glare in Marcus' direction but he quickly covers it up by clasping his hands and beaming at you "Well then my beloved witch. Have you come to a decision regarding my offer?" you swallow and nod slowly "Yes I..I accept your offer." His eyes light up "Wonderful! Allow me to escort you to your quarters- ah and don't worry about your belongings they will be taken care of." He gestures for you to follow him, placing his hand on your lower back to lead you before halting, turning his head to look over his shoulder "Oh and Marcus" his voice drops down an octave "We're having a ball tonight, I'll tell you the details as soon as I escort our guest here. See to it that the servants are ready." Marcus only dips his chin and watches as the lion leads you into his den unable to save you.

"We're having a ball?" Your voice echoes through the hallway walls and Reid nods, his face beaming "Indeed. A small celebration." You tilt your head "Celebration for what?" You both stop in front of your room door and Reid looks down at you with a smile "Why, you of course!" You blink "Unfortunately we must part here, I have to see to the preparations. You'll find a small gift from me in your wardrobe. I'll see you tonight, witch." His footsteps disappear deeper into the castle and you're left alone with a small pit of uneasiness in your stomach.

You absolutely despise balls and anything of the like. It's a complete waste of money and with rich people who have nothing to do all night but drink, dance and gossip...you're sure some unwanted attention will be on you.

You huff out a breath and step into your new room.

Best to get ready now.

Worry laces your features as you inspect yourself in the mirror. The dress of the king's choice was a lacy black dress that hugged your figure from the top and flowed near your calves with a slit that went down your thigh. It was a lot more scandalous than what was usually worn at these kinds of parties.

Your eyes land on the mask on the vanity in front of you- turns out it was a masquerade ball. The mask was a match to your dress adorned with expensive black lace. You had to admit although it was a bit scandalous it suited your taste much more than the other extremely big bright dresses that were usually worn.

A knock sounds at your door and you quickly put on the mask and tie the ribbon behind your head. You take quick strides towards the door and open it to see Marcus "Oh-" His eyes rake over your body and he clears your throat "You look..." You raise an eyebrow and he clears his throat again "Good." he finally chimes and you snort "I'll be escorting you, if you're ready then let's get going." You nod and take his outstretched hand letting him lead you through the castle halls.

You don't know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't this.

You're sure this was quite a sudden decision from the king so how...how was he able to manage something so grand? You look around in awe and Marcus snickers beside you "Try not to look too obvious witch. You live here now, you have to look like it." you scowl "I started living here only a few hours ago." You take your eyes off the bright chandeliers and the beautiful decorations to gaze at the crowd. You see two girls in a corner subtly pointing at people and covering their mouths with a fan to giggle. Near the bar, there's a group of men sipping from their filled glasses and exchanging talks. You notice them constantly sneaking looks at you before focusing on their conversations again. You quickly avert your eyes before they take it as an invitation for a conversation. In the middle all the couples dance to the music, laughing and enjoying themselves. You catch Reid talking to a group of men across the room and his eyes catch yours. He looks at you with a strange glint in his eyes before they fall down to your arm linked with Marcus'. His features harden before they return to the neutral expression he had on and continues talking.

Marcus sucks in a breath "I think you've caught someone's attention." You think he's talking about Reid when you catch a man you recognize from the group that was standing at the bar walking in your direction, his eyes locked with yours. You start to panic when Marcus grasps your hand in his and pulls you to join the dancing couples "What are you doing?" You snap and he grits his teeth, placing one of your hands on his shoulder and the other on his arm "I'm saving you from an unpleasant conversation with a nobleman who wants a wife whose only purpose is to give him an heir." He gracefully guides you and you quickly fall into step with him and you see the man from the corner of your eyes retreating. Your body finally relaxes and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding "I hate parties as well." You look up at him and his gaze has turned softer "I think these types of social obligations are absolutely excruciating."He lets out a soft laugh "It's ironic considering it makes up such a large part of my job." You sigh grumbling "Yeah, a huge part of mine now as well." You feel like the realization has only now dawned on you. This is your life from now. Would you truly handle it?

You're snapped out of your thoughts when Marcus' warm breath fans against your ears "You're unlike anyone here, you don't deserve this...He doesn't deserve you." Your eyes widen "What-" Suddenly the music stops and he backs away from you. He doesn't spare another word before he disappears through the crowd.

You look around you at all the watchful eyes and you suddenly feel suffocated. Since you're alone now there's no better time to retreat and get some fresh air.

You let out a long exhale as your shoulders drop. The crisp night air eases some of your tensions.

You opted for the balcony on the other side of the castle. You figured if you went out the one in the ballroom it wouldn't be long before you were followed by some nobleman jumping at the opportunity of you being alone without Marcus by your side.

Marcus...

"He doesn't deserve you."

What did he mean by that?

"Bored already?" You jump and whirl your head to see Reid leaning against the balcony doors with a lopsided grin "Oh uh- no the ball was lovely I just..needed some fresh air." He pushes himself off and walks towards you "I understand. I'm sure it was getting a bit stuffy with all the attention you were getting." His last words have a bite to them. Did he perhaps think you were trying to steal the attention away from him? "Ah there was barely anyone looking at me everyone was so focused on you." You offer politely and he scoffs "Come now witch..we both know you're not that naive." Your breath gets caught in your throat when you look up to suddenly find him only inches away, the smell of liquor on him immediately hitting your nose. You take a step back only for him to take one too, and another and another until he's got you pressed up against the stone railing. You fight the urge to look behind you and see the distance from this height "You know exactly what you've been doing all night. Tell me, witch. Was it your goal tonight to have every man in the room fantasize about fucking you?" His low soft voice doesn't match his biting words "What?! Just what are you insinuating ‘your majesty’? I'll remind you that this dress was your choice. I didn't do anything!" He laughs "Indeed it was..perhaps that's why I'm so upset." He lowers his head against your neck and your heart beats loudly when you hear him take a long sniff and then exhale "It's because of me that every man wants you now.." His hands grip your waist and you shudder when you feel him trail sloppy kisses down your neck. You grip his collar and give a gentle push but he doesn't budge "Your majesty..your guests must be waiting-Ah!" you yelp when he bites down "My guests are fine." he kisses up your jaw "You're drunk." he pulls back and stares down at you "And you want this." he reaches one of his hands between your thighs, his fingers traveling across your skin in an agonizing speed until they reach your clothed cunt and a gleam sparks in his eyes. He leans against your ear "Liar. You're dripping wet for me witch, you want this~" You pant and squirm when he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit "I wouldn't be surprised if you cast a quick love spell on me." He grins and slowly moves your underwear to the side "Wha- What are you talking about-" A loud gasp escapes your throat when he plunges his fingers into your wet cunt "That's the only explanation. Why else would I be this crazy for you?" His fingers work faster on you and find yourself clinging to him as pleasure overwhelms you "You drive me absolutely insane. I want to kill every man who looked at you tonight." He growls and the sound makes your cunt clench tighter around him.

You whine when his free hand lifts up to grope your breast. His glazed eyes suddenly darken "..Do you prefer Marcus over me?" Some of your haze clears up "What?" His thrusts turn rougher and you throw your head back moaning "You two seem so close already, dancing, holding hands..hah...I didn't think by bringing you here I'd have to watch you go on little play dates with my secretary." He spits out before roughly yanking down the fabric of your dress exposing your breasts to the cold air. He lowers his head and latches on to one of your nipples letting out a loud groan while his fingers speed up. That's all it took to have you throwing your head back and moaning loudly. His fingers keep moving letting you ride your orgasm out before finally slowing down. He lets go of your nipple with a loud pop making you shudder. He gently pulls his fingers out and covers you up again. His eyes linger on your neck and a satisfied smirk plays over his lips. You're about to ask him what he's smiling about when a loud cough sounds behind him. You look over your shoulder to find a stone-faced Marcus standing "You majesty, Lord Albert has arrived. Shall I tell him to wait or will you be..retiring for the night?" Reid doesn't take his eyes off of you as he brushes a stray strand of your hair behind your ear "Hm? Oh, no need I'll be there shortly." He waves a dismissive hand and Marcus nods but doesn't leave. His eyes lock with yours and he studies your disheveled appearance and a strange emotion flashes in his eyes when they land on your neck. Reid lets out an impatient sigh and looks over his shoulder when he notices your eyes still set on Marcus "Anything else, Marcus?" He grits out. They both exchange odd looks before Marcus bows his head and takes his leave. Reid turns back to you beaming "You don't have to go back to the party. Clean up and get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He smiles and gives you one last kiss before leaving alone.

It's only after you take a bath and change into your night clothes do you realize that Reid left red blotches all over your neck.

And Marcus saw...fuck this is so embarrassing.

You should curse him and overthrow him for this.

..Maybe in the morning though.

[honey-tongued-devil]

I'm receiving a lot of requests, including some truly amazing ones that I can't wait to work on, but at the moment, I'm trying to write a Silco x Reader long fic set in the AU of Episode 7 (in fact, I had already written 4 pages about what we saw in Episode 5, focusing on the mines, but I had to change it because I preferred the other scenario). So, if you notice that I’m not posting requests for a while, it’s because I’d like to post at least one chapter first and then get back to posting as usual.

If you have ideas (for headcanons or even things from that AU you'd like to see/explore), my requests are open!

[angelltheninth]

Hi there, I was wondering if you still take requests ( If not that’s fine) I was thinking if you could do a fem-reader with my boy marcus or thieram ( thieram is the bartender jinx calls chuck) !! Thank you for your lovely writing, And keep up the good work !

One Marcus fic coming right up! Although Chuck is an interesting request, might write something for him at some point.

Pairing: Marcus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, under the desk blowjobs, teasing, fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, office sex

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Are taking the "fuck the police" thing a little too literally in this one? I guess in this case it's suck the police but whatever.

Marcus loved to talk a big game, to act tough, to be looked as authority among the Enforcers. It was a role he played well, at least as in public. In private though, in his office he was all yours to command.

As much as he tried to deny it he couldn't help but fall apart under your skilled hands and mouth.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you wrapped your lips around his leaking cockhead, your hand rubbing and twisting along the base, "We don't have much time." He groaned trying his best to keep still in his chair as you took him in deeper, licking along a vein running down the underside of his dick.

"You're the one who asked me to come here. Besides it's still early, there's no one here yet." You were very intent on drawing out more of his moans and whimpers as you shifted your hips, making sure he has a good view of your two fingers slipping inside your pussy.

"But you're the one who got under the desk at your own accord. I don't even have to ask for your mouth anymore, you just offer it freely." He reached one glowed hand to the back of your head and pushed you closer. His cock twitched as you took him deeper in your mouth, sucking hard and then deliberately stopping. You closed your eyes and hummed, your eyes searching for him.

You liked what you saw there. Desire. His eyes shining with want, his mouth parted just a little and his breathing ragged and labored. "Why did you stop?"

Your chuckle made him groan, his hips twitching upwards resulting in you pulling away, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You focused on the head, giving the little slit a tentative lick before pressing a kiss on it, then downward and then licking your tongue all the way around it. "I like that expressing Marcus. You should wear it more." You smile against the side of his cock as you drag your tongue painfully slowly back to the tip and taking his length back into your mouth.

"Good Gods. Your mouth is..." Marcus shut his eyes tight for a few moments, opening them as a whine escaped his lips, "Heaven. My love, you're heaven. Go faster. Show me how well you can suck my cock."

Deciding to show him mercy this once obliged with his request, taking his cock deep until it hit the back of your throat. One of your hands clenched his uniform tight while the other was still busy fingering your cunt. Getting Marcus to fall apart for you, because of you, in his office, where he should be the one holding all the power send such a surge of power through your body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna, oh fuck. Swallow it, don't let a drop go to waste, please love." Marcus surged forward, half folding over his desk as he flooded your mouth and throat with his cum. You kept swallowing, gulping it all down with gusto until he was done.

There were multiple white strings of cum connecting his cock and your tongue when you pulled away. "Not let it go to waste you say? Well then don't mind me." He barely arched an eyebrow at you while you pushed yourself up, your sticky, wet fingers falling away and replaced by his softening cock. "Much better." You mumble against his jaw as you settle comfortably on top of him.

"I think so too." He wipes your mouth with the pad of his thumb while grasping your hand and bringing your fingers to his lips, licking them clean one by one. "We have to clean up soon." You wiggle your hips in response, "A-Alright. A few more minutes. Oh and expect to get called in here again sometime today, I'll have an oral report for you."

"Oh? A special one just for me? Aren't I a lucky girl." Marcus smirked back at you and grabbed both fistfuls of your ass, dragging you closer to him.

"Very lucky." He murmured against your cheek. Honestly at times like this it was hard to tell whose who's bitch.

[anipiece]

Volturi Kings with a pale mate

So you're pale (wow) and still human. You're veins are visible through your skin. I think over all they probably don't really care either way... BUT I had this thought so here you go:

Caius goes crazy because of it. These delicious lines covering your body, make his mouth water. He could eat you up (literally). Probably even stares if you walk around in a t-shirt. It already takes a lot of control for him not to jump you when hearing your heartbeat, but seeing the veins shine through your skin? (especially your décolleté). He probably gets mad about it sometimes, and tells you to cover up (sometimes in a not so friendly manner). If he's been too harsh he'll apologize. He loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. He's just afraid to lose control.

Aro is fascinated with it. He doesn't question his control as much as Caius does. So sometimes he kisses those lines or nibbles your skin in those places (like every vein visible even). Will use this as foreplay. Never fails to turn him on and ,obviously because he kisses and licks and nibbles all over your body, it turns you on too.

Marcus is happy to have a second chance at love. He's loves being close to you, touching you, sometimes to make sure you're not just a part of his imagination. While he does like to kiss along those lines. (He doesn't like it as much as Aro though.) He prefers to trace them, running his fingers over them in gentle touches. There's no sexual intent behind those touches most of the time.

[loveswrites]

Hi! Hope you are doing well !🫶🏻

I was wondering of you maybe could write a poly! Volturi fic? I really like your work 🫶🏻

Winter War Poly Volturi X Reader Pt 1

Word Count: 800

Time it took: I can't even tell you I don't even remember ngl I just finish it today.

To anon: Hello my love, I am doing well I hope you are as well and if not I hope you will be when You read this. I am so glad you enjoy my writing! So Here you go. I hope you enjoy <3

“No you can’t go.”

“I’m the queen! literally, why wouldn't I go?” You yelled. You had been fighting with your loves for about 30 minutes now. There was this ‘war’ coming so said Cauis. A girl named Bella and some vampire Edward had ended up long story short making a baby. It's not human and now it’s our problem. They had made a ruckus before in the castle but you had only caught the end tail of it, And by it I mean the fight. The only thing that could be heard besides Bellas scream and Edwards threats were your “Damnnn!” and “Shit you getting your ass beat!” And that was that.   

But now you're hearing about them again and they have been the only names who have been running through the dry cobble walls of the castle. And you're sick of it to say the least. Bella this, Bella that, Edward this, Edward that, The Baby, I’m sorry the monster. That’s all you’ve been hearing, It’s like you're in high school all over again. You graduated so why does it feel like this? 

So when you heard about them preparing for a fight you were the first one who was up and ready to go. Finally end this long drug out gossip and let you go back to your everyday life of being a queen. But to your surprise you were immediately told no. You’ve barely ever been told no since you met your loves. So you’ve gotten used to always hearing yes so at that moment when you didn’t, you didn't know what to do with yourself besides look at your loves like they lost their minds because excuse you? 

What do you mean no? Maybe becoming the queen had something to do with this new found spoiledness you had. But it’s not your fault that they promised you the world with everything you wanted inbetween. 

You thought as queen you had the right to be at these meetings or wars. And you were told that you do. So excuse me for having only one thought run through your head. 

Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? That’s all that has been ringing in your head. 

“It’s not safe!” Alec yelled back at you. Making you immediately roll your eyes. 

“You act like it’s ever been safe for me!” You yelled back. Why would he say that like it’s an excuse or something new?

“You can get hurt.” Jane said also not agreeing with you going. 

“I can get hurt everyday! I could get hurt now, I’m human!” You yelled, taking a breath to add to your statement but you were cut off

“Exactly human! You're human! How could you possibly help us during this time like we need your help or anything?!” Cauis yelled.  

“Morale support! We all need it!” You yelled back.

“That doesn’t help us if someones trying to take our head off.” Felix stated.

“I don’t know, it might help me.” Dem said shrugging. 

“Oh my.” Marcus groaned, shaking his head with his eyes closed.

Long story short the world can only give you what you take from it. As you walk through the thick cold fluffy snow you can't help but feel proud of yourself. Your childish thoughts are filled with I got what I want. You can't tell me. You knew like hell this was extremely dangerous and you could end up more than dead to no return. But the fact that you've been crowned queen and you've never stepped out to come with your loves to settle a.. disagreement with other vampires upset you. How can I be worthy of being queen when I never get my hands dirty? Not even once. That's why you fought so hard to come here today with your loves. You also couldn't help but think fucking hell it's cold as shit out here. Your toes grew numb with every step. Which prompted you to turn and ask the closest one of your loves.

“So Are your toes constantly numb?” You asked Caius. Who immediately sighed deeply.

“You beg to come here and yet you ask such a stupid question.” He replied, speeding up his walking knowing damn well you won't be able to catch up to him.

“Hey It's not a stupid question! I'm genuinely concerned about the blood flow in your toes! It's important!” You yelled at the back of his head which he shook.

“Okay you can pick me back up, I don't want to walk anymore!” You said to no one in particular. 

“About time.” Jane picked u up and all you could hear was the loud whistles of wind in your ear.

Let's go see what all the drama is about shall we?

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