#volturissideslut

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

Jasper strokes the sweaty top of you head as you lie in his bed, bundled in layers of his jumpers and blankets. Your face is flushed from the heat but you still shiver. He looks on with worry at the still full glass of water on his bedroom side, only a sip having been taken to help swallow some pain killers for your splitting headache.

In other words, he hates this. His gift is torn between being a nuisance and his guiding saviour right now as he can feel every bit of your pain and discomfort. He knows when to help you, yes, when you need another blanket, or a hot meal, or something. But for the most part? He's powerless. Sat here and watching his mate in pain with no real way to help other that watching you sweat it out.

He climbs into beed with you, silent and watchful, as icy lips press themself to your forehead. It cools your burning fever down some and unconsciously your body chases that. Half asleep you shuffle towards him.

Jasper chuckles and takes the outermost layer of your blanket burrito into his arms as an almost faux cuddle. You whine, waking up a bit now, and try and undo some layers so he can hold you.

He tuts, making your stop, and gives a gentle "you gotta keep warm darlin'". You disagree, but manage to find a comprimise.

𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

OF COURSE WE CAN

Yes, Emmett loves the size difference between the two of you. Innocent things like reaching over your head to grab something, opening tricky jars for you and picking you up with ease. And yes, he'd let you put a bow on his arm and then flex for you

However not all of it is oh so innocent.

Very few people can make a nice walk through the woods with your partner the best sex of your life, but Emmett is one of them.

The tree he had you up against has been far more than splintered, and now lies destroyed on the floor.

He had given up on hoping you would be supported by anything from the force of his thrusts, and now he just lifts you effortlessly with his hands on your thighs. One big hand of his covering so much of underneath you

Tucked all nicely into his chest, biting the fabric of his shirt is the only way to even somewhat muffle the moans you're letting out. Not that it's much use, the way he's stretching you out so deliciously feels too good to for coherent thoughts, let alone think to muffle yourself properly.

Realistically, the only thing moving is his arms as they slam you up and down on his cock and simultaneously show of the taut muscles on his upper arms, feet dangling over his broad shoulders.

Not that this is the only time he uses the size of his arms to his advantage, no. Once he had you stood in front of a mirror so you could see how large he was in comparison. Hands so big cupping your boobs that bras would be rendered useless, fingers so thick in you that thoughts are rendered useless.

𝕲𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞

George is my fav wealsey <3

"Well hello love," his grin practically splits his freckled face in two when he notices you sneaking up behind him. "Trying to scare your boyfriend eh? That's not very nice." George has to hold his laughter back at the defeated pout on your face, tapping your nose once, twice, thrice in mock scolding.

"How do you always know!" you flail your arms in exasperation, willing for the day to come where you can scare him the same way he scares you all the time. "It's not fair, you always scare me. Can't you just pretend?" Your attempt at puppy eyes breaks his resolve and turbulent laughter spills from his mouth.

With one arm, George pulls you closer to him, effectively holding you to his chest. Though you can't see the look of love on his face you can certainly feel it exuding from the way he holds you close to him. "It's just boyfriend senses, lovie, y'know that muggle film?" His hand ruffles the top of your head affectionately, though it messes up your hair.

You pull away from him, scrunching your nose as you try and flatten the top of your hair. "But you're not a spider George, you're a weasel. That's a lot less cool" Even in your false attempt to dissuade him, he laughs with you.

He lets you out of the grip holding you to his chest, interlocking his arm with yours instead as he begins to walk with you to the great hall for dinner.

I wanted to ask for a Volturi kings (poly or separate) with a mate who's hyperfixated on something and forgetting basic necessities like eating and drinking and stuff! Just how they'd help and deal with it

This may be spurred on by the fact that I've been hyperfixated on cars (lego cars and just model cars) and haven't slept for over 2 days straight 😭😭

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

"Cara Mia, please" Aro implores. Desperation creeps it's ugly tentacles around his throat as he all but begs you to put down the fucking lego titanic model. "It's been three days. Come eat, come lay with me and-"

"-Yes" interrupts Caius, needy for you bet equally worried for your wellbeing. "yes tesoro, it is time you feed, time you look up from that- that- plastic!" He says the word with such disgust, in such an accusational manner you would believe the clipped together blocks of lego had murdered his you in front of him out of spite.

Marcus huffs under his breath and pushes Caius (and his dramatics) to the side. He crouches down to your eye level from the seat you had been on and gives you such soft eyes. "What my brothers mean to say," he glances behind himself to where they stand and then looks right back at you, "is that we miss you. And we're worried about you. Did you even notice it's been three days?"

And to Marcus you give in, putting down the pieces in your hands and giving him your full attention. He basks in it for a moment, smug, knowing he'd won already. "Has it really been three days?" You ask, genuinely confused. Just how long had you been building these ships?

When Caius hisses out a secretly upset yet that just comes out as irritated, you stand and kiss the top of Marcus' head. The brunette man finally stands and grins at having snapped you out of whatever trance you were apparently in. Aro zooms forward and takes you into his arms, hilding you close to his chest and giving you a swift kiss. When you pull back you happen to notice a certain blond with his arms crossed and lips pouted, like he's ready to throw a tantrum.

"I'm sorry my love" you say, taking the few steps it takes over to him and cupping his face in your hands. His resolve crumbles completely in that instant and he finds himself melting in to you. You pepper some kisses into his face and all is forgiven. Temptingly, his teeth drag alongside your marbled neck and you feel Aro and Marcus sandwich you in from behind.

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

Aro gets all smug and happy, making it a point to dramatically call you his wife very very loudly in a totally unnecessary setting. He's so happy and giddy, don't take this away from him. He's just casually chatting to someone and drops the 'w' bomb, like "Caius could you pass me that paper to I can write my WIFE a note? Thank you, i'm sure my WIFE will appreciate it too." Meanwhile Caius just does not give one singular fuck about his antics.

Marcus is practically in tears at you calling him your husband casually in passing, he's clocked out of the conversation mentally and is just imagining actually making you his wife. So many decisions, so many choices. Small wedding that is personal? Large wedding to show you off? Summer or autumn? Maybe even winter or spring? Dresses, celebrations, vows, rings, it all flashes in his mind and he's decided that he should probably start planning the proposal as soo as you're done there.

14 so soon? wow

“I’ve got to go” he mumbles between kisses, having been attacked at the front door by you just before he left for work. Not that he was going to stop reciprocating, of course. This had to be his favourite time of day with you. 

“Five more minutes? Or ten even?” you ask oh so sweetly, pulling him in for a deep kiss that almost has him breathless.

“I can’t, you know I can’t” he mutters, contradicting himself with his actions but chasing your lips back when you pull away.

A teasing smile etches itself onto your face, “Oh? Well then I guess this will have to wait until you get back from work, Mr. Cullen” you open the robe of his that you borrowed, bottom lip caught between your teeth, and give him a little spin revealing the nice lingerie set you had put on just for him.

His hands go to his chin, pinching at his face as if this were a wonderful dream and he needed to check. “Little minx” he grins and pulls you in for one more deep kis.

I'm imagining period sex with Caius, and just how insatiable that man can be. Of course vampires like blood, and it's been clear that they're obsessed with sex too. Now imagine mixing the two. Don't like? Don't read.

NSFW ahead of course, ask by @like-a-dream-about-to-bloom.

𝕬𝖗𝖔 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

(Nsfw below the cut) I don't need to go on pinterest to know what you're talking about darling, i'm right there with you 😭🫶

Imagine sitting on Aro's lap, it could be in the throne room or anywhere else in the world. Long pale fingers grip onto your thigh like a voce, keeping you grounded on top of him. Your own hand would be on top of his, tracing along the shapes. The bump of his knuckle, a scar on the side, a vein bulging from his wrist to his index finger. His hand is mapped in your mind, you could know it blindfolded, the feel of the tip of his finger faint against your lips while you wait for him.

Imagine being sat next to him, bored and tracing your hands over his. His hand is mapped in your mind, you could know it blindfolded. The feel of the tip of his fingers against your lips from how ofter you kiss at them, the indent in his middle finger from centuries of quills and pens. Flipping his hand over to follow all the lines on his palm. He might even get you one of them palm reading books so he has an excuse to sit there and feel you for longer.

Imagine laying in bed together with Aro spooning you, his arm is thrown over your waist and his hand flat against your lower belly. Butterflies erupt within you, the way you feel his hand stroke at you or how his fingers draw little shapes. He'll trace 'i love you' in old greek and make you guess what he's writing, knowing fully well that you don't know that language yet. His hand would reach up, scratching at your scalp a massaging into your head. He keeps you in pure bliss.

Imagine his fingers shoved down your throat, pushing down on your tongue. He's all consuming when you're in bed together, all you can feel is him, him, and him some more. He loves being above you, making eye contact as you suck on his fingers. You'll gag around him, oh so full, and it just makes him all the more turned on.