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Jane Volturi x Reader - Gifts Headcanons

• At first she reacts with pure suspicion. She doesn’t trust anything that feels good, pleasure for her is foreign. She would probably torture the girl a little even if she is her mate, just to test if she can override her pain illusion.

• Aro treats her like a new favorite toy and frequently asks for joint demonstrations. Caius respects the brutality but warns Jane not to let pleasure make her soft.

• Alec occasionally jokes about borrowing a mild version of her gift for experiments, Jane shuts it down instantly, she doesn’t even allow her twin to name her gift.

• Jane is already extremely protective and territorial, so no one else gets to experience this pleasure from her. She would make that crystal clear.

• Once she lets her use it on her, it becomes something deeply intimate. Jane endured burning pain and then inflicting it all the time for centuries, so her gift is the contrast she craves, it soften her in private, but she would never show weakness publicly.

• The fact that she enjoys that much the pleasure creates an internal conflict inside her, it challenges her identity and she doesn’t know wether to embrace it or punish her.

• However she does gets greedy, at nights she seeks her out for relief, curling up against her and demanding her yo use her gift, it becomes an addiction to her.

• In sex she will hit her mate with sharp waves of her burning agony just to watch her gasp, then demand her to flood her with ecstasy until her vision whites out.

Hello sweetie, I currently have 4 headcanons requests and 3 one shots about him

Too Much - James & Victoria x Reader

They arrived home from feeding, the hunt had been successful tonight. James came back with a satisfied grin, blood still staining the corners of his mouth, while Victoria took off her coat that was now ruined.

They always returned hungry from hunting, but this time, hungry for her. And she knew, that’s why she always waited excitedly for them to come back, the scent of her arousal strong in the air.

“Come here, darling.” James voice was low and teasing, using the same tone he used when he was toying with prey, because right now, she was prey. He was on her in a blur, his hands sliding under her shirt, yanking it over her head before she could even gasp. “Missed that heartbeat… how it stutters so beautifully when we touch you.”

Victoria approached closer, her lips kissing over her neck, sucking a mark right on her pulse. “She is already wet.” She purred to James, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts. “Smells so sweet when she is like this, yearning for us.”

She whimpered as they stripped her bare, not rushing, making sure to make her impatient and a whimpered mess. James dropped to his knees hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, his tongue dragging slowly up her inner thigh before sucking her clit like a man starved.

“James!” She gasped as her hands flew to his hair, her head falling back, not able to hold back her loud moans.

Victoria chuckled against her ear, one hand cupping and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple hard to make her jolt. “Let him taste you, he has been starving for a little taste all day.”

James devoured her with relentless focus, his tongue and fingers pushing her over the edge so fast that her knees buckled almost falling, Victoria held her upright, her free hand joining James between her legs, two fingers sliding into her alongside his.

She came hard, crying out, thighs shaking, trying to beg them to stop, but she couldn’t talk.

James growled against her soaked folds. “Again.”

Victoria nipped at her shoulder, making her clench around their fingers. “Come on, sweetheart, I want to feel you soak our fingers.”

They flipped her onto mattress, James pulling her down onto his cock, thrusting into her fast and deep. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, tears threating to fall. Victoria straddled his face, facing her, her hands on her hips guiding her to ride him while she ground against James tongue chasing her own release.

She was trapped between them, every thrust from him hit that spot that made her thighs tremble and her pussy to clench hard around him, milking him. Victoria leaned forward, kissing her messily, her fingers finding her clit rubbing fastwhile James sucked on her.

She came a second time, then a third, tears slipping down her cheeks as the pleasure tipped into something sharper, almost painful.

“Too much— please— I can’t—.”

Victoria came on James tongue with a soft hiss, then slid down to press her chest against hers, trapping her between their bodies as James continued pounding into her, making sure she finished, ignoring the overstimulation. She slipped her fingers back inside her alongside his cock, pumping along him.

Her whole body convulsed, another orgasm ripping through her so intensely she screamed, her nails digging into Victoria as she sobbed and begged.

Only then did they slow down. James sat up, still buried inside her, cradling her against his chest while Victoria immediately pressed in from behind, her arms wrapping around both of you, lips brushing her temple.

James pressed a tender kiss to her sweaty forehead, his eyes half lidded with satisfaction. “Didn’t mean to break you quite that much tonight.” He murmured with a crooked smirk. “Humans are so delicate.”

Victoria let out a quiet laugh, stroking her hair. “But you were so beautiful falling apart between us.”

James rubbed slow circles on her lower back, rocking her softly against his chest. “Rest, we are not done with you, but we can wait until your heart stops trying to escape your chest.”

Romanian Coven Headcanons

• They have been finishing each other sentences for so long that sometimes they don’t even notice. It always creeps the fuck out of everyone but as I said, they don’t notice.

• Tjey don’t really have a house. Their idea of “house” is a half collapsed ruin Rumania, deep in the mountains where no humans and no Volturi can find them. They don’t bother themselves with decoration or keeping it clean.

• There is a hidden cellar full of old wine they can’t drink anymore but refuse to throw away for the aesthetic.

• Stefan is weirdly good at chess and always beats Vladimir. Vladimir claims it’s because he cheats with his peasant cunning. They have been having the same argument for 800 years.

• Vladimir is the dramatic one who loves monologues. Stefan is the one who sighs and says “Yes, yes, we all know.” midway through.

• Stefan once tried to learn modern slang, he called Vladimir “bro” unironically for three days.

• Vladimir tripped over his own cloak in 1897 and Stefan laughed for twenty straight minutes. It’s still brought up as “The Incident.”

• They both have incredibly dry, dark humor. A human who spent more than ten minutes with them would probably need therapy afterward.

• They take turns telling the same stories about their glory days. The details get more exaggerated every decade.

• They spend hours reenacting old court conversations, playing both sides. It’s their version of gossiping.

• Vladimir still dreams about his mate, even if he never speaks her name. Stefan knows and has never once mentioned it in all these centuries.

• Stefan secretly fears that if they ever actually got revenge, they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves afterward. The hatred has become their entire identity.

• Both of them are lowkey terrified of being truly alone. That’s why they stay together even when they bicker like an old married couple. Losing the other would be the final defeat.

• They both enjoy classical music but would rather be staked than admit it.

• They have zero interest in modern technology except when it helps them keep track of Volturi movements. Stefan once tried a smartphone. He threw it off a cliff after two days.

• Deep down they are both exhausted. Being the last ones standing gets heavy after all these centuries, but neither will ever say it out loud.

Wanted to request a Demetri x hybrid mate oneshot, a smutty one ^^ maybe something where Reader’s gifts is a shield.

Thanks in advance :^)

Shielded Desires - Demetri Volturi

It was stupid to feed here. She knew it, she knew the rules. But the hunger was bigger than the fear. She walked through the streets of Volterra trying to find a lonely one. The thirst has been crawling at her for days and there was no time to feed carefully as usual.

She slammed the man walking next to her against the wall, her hand against his throat pressing enough to break his neck and expose his throat, sinking her teeth’s inside and drinking.

Seconds before finishing, he appeared. The cloak and the medal of his neck made it obvious he was one of them. She threw the body onto the floor wiping her mouth quickly, locking eyes with him.

“Careless girl.” He murmured shaking his head. “The Masters do not appreciate such public displays. You are coming with me.”

She bared her teeth, her shield making it impossible for him to step any closer. “Try it.”

“Fascinating. A shield. Aro will want to see this himself.” He calmly said extending his hand towards her. “It will be easier for you if you stop fighting.”

She growled again, launching towards him. But his fighting skills were much better than hers, anticipating every movement with accuracy, quickly pinning her effortlessly against the wall.

“Feisty.” He whispered against her ear. “I like that. But these streets are not your hunting ground.”

It didn’t take much to arrive to the castle, he guided her through the corridors quickly and in silence. The room where they were being waited was enormous, two guards at the door, and then the three kings on their thrones.

The one in the middle, Aro, stood up clapping his hands with a delighted laugh as Demetri presented her and explained her gift.

“Wonderful!” Aro breathed, stepping forward to take her hand. He went through her mind, trying to read every little detail about what she was thinking, but her shield pushed back blocking most of her thoughts. He just smiled. “A hybrid with a shield as potent as dear Bella. We cannot simply dispose of such a treasure. You will stay, my dear, here under our protection.”

Once dismissed from the throne room, Demetri scorted her corridors of the castle.

“You caused quite the stir.” He said as his hand brushed the small of her back, guiding her down a narrower passage. “Feeding in the open like a newborn. Were you trying to get yourself killed?” His hand squeezed lightly.

She shot him a glare. “Maybe I don’t like hiding who I am.”

He chuckled stepping closer. “You certainly hace a way of dealing with authority. Makes me want to show you who holds the power here.”

She stopped walking, turning to face him fully. “You are supposed to be guarding me, not flirting.”

“Who said I can’t do both?” He said backing her against the wall, one hand bracing beside her head, the other trailing slowly down her side, finding the curve of her waist. “Maybe I just want to teach you a lesson.”

She reached up, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. “Then do.”

He growled before capturing her mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue invaded her mouth, fighting for dominance. She moaned into him, pressing him against the opposite wall.

He laughed breathlessly against her lips, biting her lower lip hard. “My room. Now.”

The moment his bedroom door closed behind them, Demetri had her in his arms again, lifting her and carrying her to the bed. Clothes were torn away frantically, her shirt ripped down the middle, his cloak discarded, pants shoved down just enough.

He stood before her naked, cock already hard and throbbing.“On your knees, darling.” He commanded.

She sank down, wrapping her hand immediately around him, licking a slow stripe up, savoring the way he hissed and threaded his fingers through her hair.

She took him into her mouth sucking hard as his head fell back, a deep moan escaping him as she bobbed her head, tongue swirling around the head. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat making her gag.

“Fuck, just like that.” He praised gripping her hair holding her there, hips rocking fucking her mouth making saliva drip down her chin, one of her hands stroke what she couldn’t swallow while the other cupped his balls. She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble, pulling him closer to the edge.

He pulled out suddenly. “Not yet. I need to be inside you now.”

He hauled her up, tossing her onto the bed on her back, settling between her thighs, spreading them wide. His mouth descended on her without warning . “Delicious.” He murmured against her clit, sucking hard until her back arched and she cried out.

Two fingers pushed inside her, curling relentlessly until she came hard, thighs clamping around his head as she screamed his name.

He climbed over her, lining up and thrusting in filling her completely. “So tight.” He growled.

He fucked her hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force. She clawed at his back and he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, biting hard to draw blood before soothing it with his tongue.

“Turn over.” He ordered, pulling out and flipping her onto her hands and knees, re-entering her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard, skin slapped against skin, the sounds wet and obscene.

They collapsed together, Demetri pulled her against his chest, still buried inside her as she caught her breath.

After a long moment, he spoke while burying his face in her neck. “You are mine.”

Bella spends 24/7 worrying about how her choices affect Edward, Jacob, the Cullens... EVERYONE EXCEPT CHARLIE

HER FATHER

Imagine raising your daughter from a distance, finally getting the chance to have her living with you, and then watching her become obsessed with a weirdo, depressed, disappearing all the time, lying, and physically injured on multiple occasions, and never knowing why.

His Obsession - James x Reader

She didn’t know why he had chosen her. One minute she was walking home from class, headphones on, keys in her hand, and the next, she turned and there he was, leaning against a tree watching her, red eyes locking onto hers, blood in his t-shirt, blonde hair messy and dirty.

“Keep running.” He called out. “I do love a chase.”

So she ran. And he followed. That was the thing about James, he enjoyed the game too much to end it quickly. She could hear his laugh echoing between the trees whenever she tripped or hesitated. He was toying with her, letting her believe she had a chance, only to appear ahead her minutes later with an amused expression.

By the third night her body was failing. She has been running and hiding for seventy two hours straight. Her vision blurred from exhaustion, the dizziness forcing her to collapse against a tree sliding down until her body touched the ground. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it from wherever he was hiding.

Hours later he appeared in front of her, crouching a few feets away, his elbows resting on his knees. “You are slowing down.” He observed. “I expected more from you.”

“Go to hell.” She whispered.

He tilted his head, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating when you are angry. Fear and defiance mixed together, smells delicious.”

She grabbed a thick branch from the ground and swung it weakly. He didn’t even flinch when it snapped against his shoulder. Instead, he caught the broken end and used it to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I should drain you right now.” He murmured. “Snap that pretty neck and move on. But I find myself curious.”

She spat at him, but he only slowly wiped it away with his thumb and brought it to his mouth, tasting it with a smile.

“Obsessed already.” He whispered, crawling closer lifting her forcefully in his arms, not caring about her trying to kick and punch him, he just held her tighter. “Such a big attitude for someone this small. I haven’t felt this alive in years.”

“Let me go!” She screamed, but he only chuckled, his arms tightening around her.

“Why would I do that? You just made this hunt the most exhilarating thing I have done in decades.“ He said while tracing her bottom lip teasingly.

She hated him. She couldn’t understand why he had been hunting her for sport, tracking her every desperate move and laughing about it. She couldn’t see the fun in it.

“I will kill you.” She hissed, tears falling down her cheeks. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

He threw his head back laughing before moving with inhuman speed through the woods. She stopped fighting for a moment trying to conserve what little strength remained.

“You smell incredible when you are terrified. I was going to drain you slowly, make it last for days. But now I’m not sure I can let you go.” The words sent a goosebumps through her body, her elbow jabbing back into his ribs as she sobbed.

“Stop fighting me.” He said, almost softly. “You are only making it harder on yourself.”

“I hate you.” She whispered again.

“I know. But hate me all you want. You are mine now.”

Days blurred into a nightmare where he never left her side. Instead, his obsession grew worse with every passing hour. It didn’t matter how many times she snapped at him or tried to run again, he just catched her effortlessly, enjoying the game.

She tried to fight him, tried to fight against the feelings blossoming in her. But in the quiet moments, something pulled in her chest towards him, when exhaustion forced her to lean against his cold chest for warmth, even if he lacked any. When fear forced her to look for his protection, even if he was the main danger to her.

Victoria found out on the sixth night.

“James.” She hissed grabbing his throat. “What the hell are you doing? Laurent said you were hunting. This…” She gestured at her with disgust. “Is not hunting. This is you being pathetic.”

James rose slowly, positioning himself between them. “Victoria. This doesn’t concern you.”

“She is human.” Victoria spat. “You were supposed to drain her after a bit of chase. That was the plan. Instead you are… what? I don’t even know what the hell you are doing.”

“She is different.” James said quietly.

Victoria laughed, not believing it. “You are losing it. A human? After everything? After us?”

In a blur she lunged, not at James, but straight for her. The human screamed, scrambling back, but James was faster, intercepting her mid air, slamming her into the ground, hissing and tearing at each other.

“Stay away from her!” James roared, fangs bared.

She crawled away slowly, hiding behind tree, watching in horror as they fought . The woman was vicious, fueled by betrayal, but James anticipated every move, pinning her with his hand around her throat.

“Touch her and I will end you.” He growled. “I’m not playing Victoria, get the fuck away from us.

Her eyes found hers over his shoulder, growling. “I will rip her apart piece by piece while you watch, James. And then you will come back to me when her screams stop being entertaining.” She finished twisting free and vanishing into the trees.

James returned to her dropping onto his knees in the mud in front of her, pulling her into his arms carefully. “I’ve got you.” He whispered against herhait. “She won’t touch you. I swear it.”

She pushed at his chest weakly. “You started this. This is your fault.” She cried.

“I know.” He said cupping her face. “I was going to kill you. But then I saw how you looked at me and I couldn’t stop.”

And somehow she didn’t fight him anymore that night, she was too tired for that, she just let herself lean into the chest of the man who had been hunting her.

She hated how much she craved his love now. How safe she felt in his arms. How loved she felt when she looked at her eyes . “Why me?” She asked. “Why become obsessed with the one you were supposed to kill?”

He stepped close, backing her against the tree, hands braced beside her head, caging her in. “Because i’m addicted to you, and I don’t want the cure.”

She kissed him then, angry and desperate, making him groan, his hands gripping her waist like he was afraid she coulddisappear.

“I love you.” He said against her lips before he could stop it.“In the most selfish way possible, you are mine. So stay with me.” He pleaded. “Don’t you dare leave me now.”

I’m good love, how are you doing?

Ashes in the Wind - Victoria

James was gone. The thought echoed in her mind like a broken record. Her mate has been reduced to a pile of ashes and she could still smell the smoke of him clinging to her. It was suffocating. Now it no longer mattered how many times she had tried to warn him about the danger of hunting Bella Swan, because he was already gone. It was too late. The Cullens already made their move and for now, they have won.

That had always been his problem. No matter the danger of a hunt or how many times she warned him, he wouldn’t listen, because that was what excited him most, the risk, and his ego of thinking that he would always come out alive from his games.

But now he was gone. She would no longer be able to look at him in the eyes, or hide from him while they played hide and seek, waiting for the fire between them to become too much until they couldn't bear to be apart any longer.

Now there was only silence. She pressed her forehead to the floor, her hair spilling around her like fire, the same that was burning her from inside out.

Memories assaulted her without mercy, tearing her apart. She remembered the first time she had seen him. It was decades ago, he was tracking a nomad for fun, and she crossed his path by accident. Instead of his usual hostility, he gave her that smile she used to love. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He said. From that moment, they had been together, and she trusted him with her life.

They did everything together, shared the same passion for the game, for the hunt, for the excitement of chasing their prey until they surrendered, and once caught, kissing for hours sharing the taste of their blood.

She curled into herself, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around herself the same way he used to cradle her in his arms. Hours blurred while she replayed every second of his last game. The way he had toyed Bella drawing the Cullens out. The baseball game. How Edward had interfered, cause of course he had. And that final stand in the ballet room, where he was si naive to think he finally caught Bella, only to the Cullens to rip his head off.

She should have been there. She should have known that James wouldn't be able to handle them alone, no matter how much he swore he could. For once, she shouldn't have listened to him.

“They took you from me.” she whispered to herself. “But they still have to fight me.”

Stormbound Hearts - Demetri Volturi x Reader

She was still new to this new life, barely a year turned. Jasper guilt was still strong after that one accidental bite during a hunt that went wrong. She was in the woods at the wrong time. They were hunting a deer, but Jasper control broke and ended up hunting her.

Her gift was as wild as her newborn instincts. Carlisle said it was tied to her temperament, the same way the storms answered when she felt trapped or angry. Edward tried to help her control it, but he couldn’t understand the hunger that still roared inside her when the scent of human blood drifted too close on the wind.

The Volturi arrival changed everything since the army of newborns that red headwoman created had drawn them out. The Cullens told her everything about the guard, about their laws, their power, Aro interest in the family gifts. But somehow it didn’t scare her, instead it sparked a curiosity in her.

One evening she slipped out alone after a hunt, she needed a bit of fresh air to calm her instincts, the unsatisfied thirst. That was when she met him.

He appeared between the trees wearing a long coat and a crest medallion hanging on his neck. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, Cullen.” he said, a faint smile played on his lips, somehow he has been waiting for this moment after tracking her for days.

She tilted her head. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet.” He stepped closer, inhaling her scent. “But you will.”

The connection hit like lightning, her gift reacted before she could stop it, creating a violent storm. She tried to control it, but her senses were overwhelmed by his scent and the way he was looking at her.

“I’m Demetri.” he murmured, and the name meant nothing to her then.

Conversation flowed too easily, he listened like no one else had, his eyes fixed on her with unwavering focus. He was easy to talk to, for the first time she felt heard, truly heard.

That night set the pattern. She began sneaking out as he waited in the same spot each time. He was charming, patient, and somehow addictive. His scent, the sound of his voice, and the way he traced patterns on her arm as she talked, made her dead heart feel warm again.

“You are holding back.” He said one night. “They are starving you of what you truly are.”

She sighed leaning into his side. “They are trying to protect me.”

His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing their gazes together.“Protect you by keeping you weak?” She just looked at him, lost in the red of his eyes. “You feel it too, don’t you? Destiny itself has woven our threads together.” She wanted to believe his words, needed to.

Night after night, he peeled back the layers of her loyalty towards the Cullens, or at least tried, he spoke of the Volturi as the guardians of order, reasoned how the Cullens vegetarianism was not just unnatural, but dangerous, it drew attention and risked exposure of their kind.

She resisted at first. “You don’t understand, they are my family.”

“Family?” His voice dropped pulling her closer. “A family that limits you? Think about it, reason it out just as I have explained it to you, cara mia. You would be much happier if you just joined me, joined us.”

Nights passed without seeing each other after that, until she called him.

He found her in their spot. “I can’t keep lying to them.” She whispered.

“You don’t have to.” He rushed to her cupping her face. “Come with me tonight. You don’t have to wait anymore, piccola.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips, his hands settling in her waist pulling her closer to him. “They will try to stop you.” He said against her lips. “But you are no longer theirs, you are mine.”

She thought of the Cullens, they were kind, loving in their way. They welcomed her and treated her like another daughter. But love wasn’t enough when it came with chains, and Demetri offered wings. “I will go with you.” She finally said smiling against his lips, kissing them once again.

She decided not to say goodbye, no note, no nothing, that would only make it harder, and she didn't want any conversation with them where they tried to convince her not to leave. They just ran together, their hands laced as they blurred through the trees.

In Volterra, he presented her to Aro, who welcomed her with his usual smile and promising power. Her gift was admired, and they trained her to control it. Her diet changed, animals were no longer an option, she drank from humans and finally felt satisfied after feeding, her throat no longer burning with the fire of feeling thirsty no matter how much she drank.

The mere belief that she had been abandoned by Edward and separated from him causes her entire life to come to a standstill. She isn’t just sad over a breakup. She literally stops living.

That is crucial to understand other characters like Marcus, he is not only depressed. LIKE BRO if Bella breaks that much after only a few months without Edward, how must Marcus feel after centuries without Didyme? Especially when we know he only remains with the Volturi because Chelsea manipulates the bonds tying him to them. Without her gift, he likely would have 💀 a very long time ago.

Also the obsession the Romanians have for the Volturi. The Volturi didn’t just take away their kingdom and coven, they also killed their mates, it is only fair that they want revenge now.

New Moon is not about a breakup, it’s about what happens when a bond that was meant to last forever is torn apart. Bella experiences a temporary version of what other vampires have been enduring for centuries.

Also vampires feel even more intensely than humans so if she as a human experiences that level of devastation after being separated from her mate, how unbearable must it be for a vampire?