Shy Mate, That Rarely Talks About Her Sexual Fantasies Because She Gets Embarrassed Easily, Asking The

shy mate, that rarely talks about her sexual fantasies because she gets embarrassed easily, asking the Volturi kings to titty fuck her likeg a w ddamn

No because you wouldn’t physically say something to Aro, you’d probably wrap your pinky around his (cuz your fuckin’ cute) and your thoughts get mixed with his and he can’t help but look at you in shock before he’s grinning like an asshole.

And Marcus has no clue what to think or say when you whisper this little fantasy in his ear (AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE LORD-). Like he just stares blankly for a moment, but then he notices how much courage it took for you to come to him and say that and is so proud of you, and also your so adorable that he can’t say no.

Caius is a shit-bag. He heard you the first time, but he pretends he didn’t hear you and asks you to repeat (he’s a fucking vampire). You whine and hide your face in his chest while he is already ripping your clothes off because yesofcoursehewantstofuckyourtits

but that just my two cents 🫣

Dance of the Blood Moon Ball // The Brutal King // Caius x Vampire! Reader.

A/N: Caius has joined the dance and he’ll be claiming what is rightfully his! What a wild character. Like, he doesn’t even have a super cool gift or anything, he’s just so fucking crazy and that’s what makes him powerful. Love that freak.

Pairing: King Caius x Vampire! Reader.

Song: The Vampire Masquerade (Peter Gundry)

“I am in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I do not dare confess to my own soul!”

You were a no one.

Simply a shadow, a nobody, nothing of any importance to the Volturi, and that was how you preferred it. Since the night you had been turned from mortal to monster, you’d been told that reticence was the safest way to live out your eternity.  

The Volturi, you had been told, were vicious.

Beautiful and terrible all at the same time, alluring and yet, utterly dangerous to even the strongest of vampires. It was wise to avoid them completely, if you could manage such a thing. So you did, living your eternal life as a nomad. From one small, gray city to another you went, staying for a little while before vanishing once more. Never did you stay long enough to steal attention (though your unnatural beauty made such a feat rather difficult), never did you make a single friend or, luckily, a foe. You had lived in utter seclusion, nothing more then a foggy memory in some far away mind.

Which is why you were so shocked to find the invitation waiting for you in the rough little motel room that you had recently been calling your temporary home.

The black box had been placed on the fold out couch (how had anyone even managed to enter?), a gilded invitation placed on top of it. The golden calligraphy was elegant and shimmering…and you knew at once that it was not a request.

The Volturi never requested anyone’s presence, they so sweetly demanded it.

All who were unfortunate enough to be invited were, as you knew, expected to attend the Blood Moon Ball.  

You would dance, you would drink, and then, as soon as the golden sun began to rise, you would vanish like a shadow once more. Deep down you hoped that once more you would be forgotten, at least until the next ball…

And so you were here, hiding in the darkness of the candlelit ballroom and wishing that you might be anywhere else besides this lavish castle. The gown they had so kindly provided made you feel like a queen, it was perhaps the nicest thing you’d ever owned. A simple black dress, long and strapless, was covered by a sheer black cloak that hung low and long. All along the fabric were glittering pictures; bare trees with skeletal limbs reaching towards your heart, thorny roses intertwined with one another, deer racing through the trees with wolves lingering close behind, and black birds flying through an imagined night.

You were terribly beautiful, something that even the glittering black mask nor inky shadows could not hide, no matter how you tried.

Perhaps that was what had drawn him to you.

From among the dancing figures came a frightening creature. Swathed entirely in black, from the long velvet cloak hung across his shoulders to the hideous mask, he looked like a shadow come to life, come to dance! The black mask he wore was that of a snarling monster, maw pulled back to reveal silver painted teeth. Strings of silver hung across his chest, strung from shoulder to shoulder and glittering with every careful step. From behind furious eyes, a frightening milky red looked within your golden eyes, pale blonde almost white hair hanging down his back.

Dancers figures parted for him at once and, as though he floated rather the walked through the crowd, he came with an obvious purpose:

He had come for you.

At once, at the very sight of him, there was a stirring deep inside of you.

It was a hushed whisper of a feeling, a hurried rustling in the deepest part of your unbeating heart, a pushing and pulling that you could neither understand nor explain. So when the man reached a rough but pale hand out to you….you accepted the invitation.

And you danced with him.

Spinning you slowly, the vampire held you tightly, as though he feared that you might slip away in the blink of an eye.

Red eyes burned brightly!

A gloved hand held your own, his grip tight and cold and cruel. The hand that had come to rest upon the small of your back pulled you closer, pressing you to a glacial heart as you spun through the crowd of masked monsters. The other was wrapped around your own hand, velvet covered fingers intertwined with yours. His grip was tight and his touch, despite the layer of black fabric, still managed to make you both shiver and burn all at once.

Golden eyes shimmered!

Faster and faster you danced, unable to flee from this strange man. Skirts spinning like savage shadows, you twirled and twisted so gracefully. It felt, you though, almost like a possession, as though your body was being lead about on puppet strings. As you danced on and on, the feeling inside of you was growing, rising and swelling like a summer storm.

Hollow eyes watched!

The crowd stole long glances, sometimes towards you and sometimes towards your partner. Dreamy humans wondered who (or what) you might be, hungry vampires laughed viciously and whispered amongst one another in low voices.

But if he cared at all, it never showed. Eyes locked upon you, the stranger kept on dancing.

Dancing and dancing until one song ended and blended into the next; until your body burned with pain and ached with every step; until you could take it no longer!

Pulling away so suddenly, you nearly fell into the crowd of dancers as you jolted back from the stranger. He seemed stunned, you both were. Such disobedience was unfounded, unexpected, and you nearly regretted it. Anger flashed through his pale red eyes and at that…you ran. Through the crowd, away from the spinning dancers, away from the masked musicians, away from all of it! You ran and ran through the dark hallways of the castle and for one small, fleeting moment, you almost felt safe….until you heard it.

Laughter!

Wild, wicked laughter!

It echoed through the pitch black halls, growing louder and louder as you ran. Quickly, you felt the stranger’s presence once more, following furiously after you and although you were quite fast…he was much faster!

“Darling!” He screamed, laughing still as he raced after you. “Darling, don’t run!”

Still you ran.

And still he followed.

One glamorous hall became another, gold and silver statues now the ones to watch your dance of fear, their faces frozen in wonder and horror, unable to help you. Running through the maze of, The tall windows let the moonlight spill in, red and beautiful and bloody. It only excited your utter terror as you ran wildly, hoping for some way out of this.

A sharp scream escaped your lips as you were suddenly tackled from behind, pushed roughly into the ornate walls by his strength.

“Got you!”

Ripping away his mask, the man revealed his true self. The mask of the beast fell and shattered into dark shards, revealing the beautiful creature that lay hidden beneath it. He was, perhaps, both the loveliest and most hideous thing that you had ever seen. Pale, snowy skinned and red eyed, his almost-white hair hung around a beautiful face like ice from trees. Dark red lips burst into a wild grin, his long teeth shining in the blood red light. And all at once, you knew just who you had been dancing with:

Caius.

The killer, the conqueror, the brutal king!

All of the warnings that had been whispered in your ear came rushing back, now twisted into a rising scream. But beneath the scream, there was something else. A whispering, a rustling, that same strange feeling came again, swelling inside of your very soul. Like the wave rising far above the sandy earth, you could feel it about to come crashing down upon you, threatening to destroy everything you had once known.

And you could do nothing to fight it.

A strange sound fell from his lips, half a sigh of contentment and half a hungry growl. Leaning low and far too close, Caius pressed a wintry kiss to your collarbone and said in no more then a muffled murmur,

“Can you feel it too?”

Another kiss quickly followed the first, creating an icy river up your neck as the king pressed his body close to yours. Clawing into the wall behind you, long and deep scratches were left in the pale wall as he kissed and kissed and kissed you.

“That pushing and pulling!” He said with a rasped laugh. “Can you feel the grip upon your soul, bringing you to me?”

The only reply was a weak, hot whimper as he kissed your jaw, a wolfish smile coming across his pretty face. It was, at least to him, an answer enough. And it was in some way a confirmation of the very thing that you could not seem to be able to put into words. Deep down, you knew what this was, what you were:

Mated.

The very thing you’d wondered about, hoped for, dreamed and dreamed of for so, so long. You had always wanted and wished for a mate and now…now you finally had one.

And despite your abject terror, you could not help but feel overjoyed.

Rising up, Caius hovered over you, rose red lips just barely brushing against your own in a flush of freezing cold. Pale hands came to wrap around your waist, pulling your hips against his as you sighed into him…and finally he kissed you. Closing your eyes, you kissed the king back and found yourself falling and falling…

And you didn’t know where.

Perhaps it was into the darkness, somewhere so dark and so deep that you might never find your way out ever again. But in this moment, in this perfect kiss, you just didn’t care. Wrapping your arms around him, you clung to the velvet and feel deeper into the abyss that was Caius. Suddenly feeling yourself being picked up and moved but you cared not.

Again and again you kissed Caius, forgetting everything in the world as you did. And when you next opened your golden eyes, you found yourself elsewhere.

It was a bedroom, large and dark and drafty. Ornate furniture, black and silver, set about the room with old paintings tucked over the red walls. The canopy bed was draped in sheer fabric, shades of black and red and silver flowing in a breeze. Set upon the silk sheets, your hair was splayed out beneath you in a sea of tangles. Caius loomed over you, a sharp smile upon his pretty face.

You had been no one.

A nomad, a shadow, nothing. For centuries you had hidden away in the shadows only to be thrust so suddenly into the night. And now you were a queen!

The queen of the brutal king!

I'm dying to know who confesses first/makes the first move? Eddie or shy!reader?

so, our darling shy!reader kissed him on the cheek on his birthday, right? right. so, there’s been a massive shift in their dynamic (at least for eddie) but our girl is still grappling with her feelings for him  🤭 so, what happens when someone starts hitting on Eddie after the shift in their dynamic? 👀 (this blurb is part of a collection and can be read alone, or in addition to the ones listed below)

✨ shy!reader x eddie masterlist ✨

April 1986

“God, he’s so hot.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Through a thick cloud of smoke and the haze of the lights shining onstage,  you follow their line of sight and your chest tightens with something you can’t quite place.

You’ve heard the comments before- granted, they were far and few between- but they were a lot more common outside of Hawkins, where people weren’t afraid of being crucified for sharing their opinion. Usually, it never bothered you. Most times, you found yourself silently agreeing with said compliments before you caught yourself and snapped out of your daze, but something is different tonight.

Your friends played a great set. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Corroded Coffin perform live, but tonight they put on an incredible show- with a set comprised of all of your favorite songs, coincidentally. Jeff nailed every guitar solo, Gareth never missed a beat, Chris carried each song with his bass, and Eddie had every single eye on him as the frontman. A few girls even looked like they were visibly drooling at one point, which made you shift uncomfortably in your seat at the bar.

“I wonder if he has a girlfriend,” The same girl that’s been ogling Eddie ponders aloud, and a few of her friends chime in with an equal amount of interest, but not quite as much enthusiasm. “Maybe I should ask him after the show.”

It shouldn’t bother you- it really shouldn’t bother you- but you find yourself biting your tongue- hard enough to lose feeling in the muscle while you force yourself to keep quiet. It’s none of your business, really. Words from a private conversation you were never meant to hear shouldn’t feel like a stake plunging into your heart and robbing you of breath, but suddenly, your chest feels tight and it’s harder to breathe.

You’ve been friends with Eddie for more than two years, and within those two years a wonderful, fulfilling friendship bloomed between the two of you. Eddie broke the ice by reading the same books as you did- although he only ever admitted to reading one, you saw Carrie peeking out of his backpack one afternoon, but never mentioned it- and you learned how to make an entire D&D campaign for his birthday. There were many more instances where the two of you started to grow closer- like when you’d share your lunch with him when someone would steal his lunch money, or how he offered to give you a ride when your dad was running late, and how he always stayed with you until he arrived.

You and Eddie were friends- really, really good friends.

Which was why it shouldn’t bother you that someone was showing interest in him. Yet, your stomach is churning and your chest feels tight with a feeling you’re unfamiliar with. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t think that hot is the word you’d use to describe Eddie. You’ve always found him handsome, charming, funny, talented, kind and-

“I wonder if keeps those rings on during-“ She starts, and a wave of warmth washes over you once you realize what she might be implying. You’re not sure what comes over you, and if anyone asked, you wouldn’t be able to explain it, but something ignites in the pit of your stomach- simultaneously easing and aggravating the nerves that reside there- and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself interrupting her.

“He does.”

For a second, you hope that your comment wasn’t loud enough to catch their attention, but as soon as the words leave your mouth three heads turn to face you.

“Sorry?” The girl asks, her gaze narrowed. There’s no real remorse in her tone. It’s taunting.

Realizing that you’ve caught their attention and that they’re all waiting for an answer, you think of something quick- something that will hopefully deter them from making any more comments about Eddie- your friend.

“He has a girlfriend.” You explain, hoping that the little white lie would be enough to perturb them. Except, it isn’t, and the same girl that’s been staring at Eddie all-night begins to laugh- making a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten involved. It wasn’t your place and now you’re paying the price.

She takes a step closer to you, and although you’re nearly the same height, it feels like she’s towering over you. It’s incredibly intimidating and you shift your weight back and forth, uncomfortably.

She’s gorgeous. Her hair was wild, yet tame. Her long mesh shirt leaving little to the imagination, along with her tiny leather skirt, showcasing her lean body. Her lips are stained red and outlined in black, but her makeup isn’t all that heavy. She looks like she barely needs it. She’s confident, outspoken, and outgoing- everything you’re not.

“Well, I don’t see her here,” She taunts with a faux grin- one that’s sickeningly sweet and obviously a warning that she’s not interested in playing nice.

You know you should just accept defeat and let it go. It’s not your place to fight Eddie’s battles. Your heart sinks when you think about walking away and giving her the opportunity to ask him out. What if he said yes? What if they started dating and she became his girlfriend? Would there still be a place for you in his life? The thought makes your breath hitch. It’s clear you’re not thinking rationally, but your reply takes you by surprise.

“S-she’s standing right in front of you.” There’s not an ounce of confidence in your voice, and you don’t think it’s possible- for the girl’s laughter to become any more lethal- but it does.

She can barely catch her breath. Her eyes scan you up and down, starting with your shoes, your cardigan, and then eventually the nervous look on your face before she howls once more. Beside her, her friends chime in- one less enthusiastically than the other- but still critical.

“You can’t be serious,” She looks down on you again and you’ve never felt so small. “You honestly expect me to believe that a guy like that is dating someone like you?” There’s a bitterness to her insult, and you don’t have to ask for clarification to understand what she’s implying. “You’re full of shit. Guys like that don’t look twice at girls like you. Guys like him belong with girls like me- girls that he won’t get bored with.”

With tears in your eyes, you start to feel dizzy. If the initial confrontation wasn’t enough to make your heart race and your entire body start to shake, her cruelty has heightened your anxiety tenfold. But was it truly cruelness, or blatant honesty?

Maybe she had a point- and maybe that’s why it stung so much.

Eddie was so far out of your league. Honestly, you’re surprised that he’s friends with you. It’s been twelve days since you boldly kissed him on the cheek and you’ve spent those last twelve days overanalyzing everything- especially your feelings for him. How was your dad able to decipher your complicated feelings years ago, and you’ve only just come to terms with them? There’s no way to pinpoint when you started feeling something more for him beyond friendship, but now that you’re aware of your desire, you’re also crushed beneath the weight of reality- that Eddie is so far out of your league you’re not even playing the same game.

Her lips part to tear you don’t further when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Hey!” Eddie beams happily, his adrenaline high having just finished performing not too long ago. You stiffen in his hold when he tightens his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “What’d ya think?”

Ever since his birthday, he’s had his arms around you any chance he gets. He walks you to class with an arm around your shoulder, hugs you every time you part, and even likes to wrap his arms around your waist when you’re searching through your locker.

“You were great, as always.” You offer quickly, without much enthusiasm, and the girls that had been giving you a hard time before are stunned silent.

“We’re thinking of going to get something to eat, you hungry?” He asks, paying no mind to the girls who scoff and turn their noses up in the air.

“Yeah, I can eat.” You lie. Truthfully, you’ve lost your appetite.

As you and Eddie make plans, the girls that were giving you a hard time reluctantly walk away, leaving the two of you alone. Once they’re gone, you try to wiggle free from Eddie’s hold. It doesn’t feel right. It feels like it’s suffocating and restraining instead of comforting and warm. You don’t deserve to know the comfort his arms bring- it hurts too much.

“Great! We’re just finishing loading everything up,” He smiles, completely oblivious to what he interrupted a few moments earlier. “What are you thinking? I could go for burgers and milkshakes, or pizza and ice cream- I’m starving!” He laughs, untangling his arms from around your body to make a dramatic display of rubbing a hand over his stomach. While his antics would’ve normally made you laugh- or at the very least crack a smile- something is very different tonight. You only offer him a gentle nod before starting off towards his van and when he finally finishes talking to the manager at The Hideout, he’s surprised to see you sitting in the back with Chris and Jeff.

Gareth’s occupying the seat next to him- your seat- and when he narrows his eyes searching for an explanation, Gareth only shrugs.

The drive to the diner is pretty silent, but the whole way there Eddie can’t help but wonder, what did those girls say to you?

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How do you think Lucius would react to his girl having a biting kink?

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He would look you in the eye as he licks along his teeth tantalisingly slowly, smirking as you squirm under his gaze.

Then he would start by nibbling at your ear lobe, trailing his teeth down to your pulse point where he pauses to lick along your throat before biting down there.

He would roll your nipple gently between his teeth and then flip you over to bite at your shoulder, and down to your ass.

He'd be curious and ask you to bite his shoulder as he fucks you, and be surprised at how overwhelmingly sensual it feels to feel the sweet pleasure-pain as he comes inside you, growling as he returns the favour through your peak too.

Climb The Marcus Mountain

So when twilight first came out I wrote a lot of fanfiction for team Edward. I was young then. 🤷🏻‍♀️ and didn’t see all the red flags.

Seeing JCB in Stranger Things reignited my vamp obsession. Marcus is beyond sex appeal and passion. He’s just waiting for his mate to re-spark his superior skills.

I may get a lot of hate for this, but I’m working on a Marcus/Bella story. She belongs with the Volturi.