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All that Glitters // Volturi x Reader.

Aro gives you garnets.

Cold lips kiss your neck as your heart flutters, then sweet sound of it exciting the king in ways he cannot describe. You love him! You adore him!

And he can never thank you enough for such a glorious gift!

One day your heart will by silent and you will be as lovely as he is…but for now you are a mere mortal and he is content with spoiling you. Perhaps, he hopes, these gems might be pleasing and (they are certainly pretty). Gold and garnets glitter against your skin as Aro kisses you again and again. Sighing beneath his touch, you close your eyes and kiss him too, the sweet summer of your flesh meeting the winter of his own form…no, it can never be enough.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Aro!”

Your love is a far greater gift then glitter gold and pretty gems and he can never thank you enough for loving him as he does you. But he’ll spoil you still, dressing you like the queen you are, and loving you like lovers do:

Passionately, wildly, truly!

Caius gives you diamonds.

If one believes that the brutal king does not have a softness to him, they would be terribly wrong. You alone are his softness and the love he feels for you is his sole redeeming quality.

There is nothing to compare to your beauty, your wit, your love!

But diamonds are quite pretty and they look even prettier on you.

Picking what you like from the seller’s wares, Caius drenches you in silver and jewels and dresses you like a queen…his queen! No one else will know this, but the diamonds draped around your neck is proof of some softness of his. Kissing your hand sweetly, Caius walks with you through the castle, smiling at the sight of his dear queen.

Diamonds around your neck, roses in your hair, and his kiss upon your lips.

“Caius…”

Upon his throne, he is a cruel creature, showing no mercy to the quivering monsters at his feet. But in the privacy of his quarters, Caius will pull you onto his lap and show the sweetness that no one else has ever (or will ever) see. You’re whispering sweet things in his ear, lips nipping at naked skin as Caius sighs beneath your touch. The light catches the diamonds wrapped around and the sight makes him grin as you glitter like a queen.

His queen.

Marcus gives you pearls.

Years ago, in a moment of intense depression and loneliness, he had bought to rope of pearls…though he had not understood why.

Why did he want them?

He had no one to share this gift with, no one to love and dress in pearls and lace…he has nothing. Nothing. But still he kept the pearls, taking them out every so often to look at them and imagine…what would they look like wrapped around a pretty neck? How lovely would it be to place them around his lover?

Now he does not need to imagine.

“Catch me if you can, love!”

Marcus is smiling brightly at the sight of you, oh, how perfect you are! Dancing through the sunlit garden, your lover is chasing you between the roses and lilies, pale hands reaching out to grasp your waist and pull you into him. Laughter ripples through the air as Marcus kisses the sweetness of your neck, cold lips trialing along your skin until he meets the pearls.

Perfect and beautiful, just like you.

Pulling you away to a shady corner of the gardens, Marcus will worship you as the lovely goddess you are, glowing and glittering and drenched in pearls, as you though you had risen from the sea in splendor.

Felix gives you rubies.

They’re bloody and pretty and, oh, how lovely they look upon your skin! Red is his preferred color and he loves to drench you in bloody, bloody red.

For years, he has worn a ruby ring on his left middle finger.

And once he finds you (his lover, his darling, his mate!), he has a matching set made: a necklace, a ring, and a set of earrings. The excitement he feels when he finally gives you the gifts is wonderful, the massive vampire handing you the set of velvet boxes.

“Oh, Felix~”

Cold hands caress your skin as he dresses you in jewels. The necklace rests upon your neck and fixes the ring on your finger, kissing your hand as he does. You sigh sweetly beneath his touch as icy kisses move up, up, up your arm and along your neck. Still so warm in his embrace, Felix kisses the pulsing beat beneath your skin.

The world is silent tonight, there is only you and your undead lover.

And it will remain that way until morning light, Felix adoring you all through the night. Everything else will come off expect for those rubies, blood red gems the only thing left on your beauteous form.

Heidi gives you anything from her collection.

Over the centuries, Heidi has gathered a massive collection of earrings, necklaces, chokers, rings, bracelets, and more. There are diamonds and pearls and emeralds and sapphires, opals and rubies and topaz!

And you may have them all!

She loves to dress you up in glittering gold and silvers and a sparkling array of gems. They are lovely, yes, but she insists that nothing could be as lovely as you…especially like this.

“My love…”

Laying nude upon the silk sheets, your body is adorned by only her jewels, diamonds and pearls glittering all over your supple form. Bracelets and rings adorn your arms and hands, a shimmering rope wrapped around your neck and dripping down your chest. The sight of you is something godly, like a gift sent from the heavens above.

But even prettier are the kisses she gives you, lipstick staining your skin as Heidi makes her way to your lips and takes what is rightfully hers.

Santiago gives you sapphires.

While black, gray, and red are popular colors in the Volturi, Santiago has always preferred shades of blue. He likes the summer sky and starry nights, oceans and forget-me-nots and blue moons.

And he likes it all the more on you.

When he first found you and realized who you were to him (his one and only, his dream come true), Santiago had a gift made for you in hopes that you would one day wear it for him. And when you agreed to come away with him and become his for all of eternity, he gave it to you. Wearing it at this very moment, Santiago cannot take his eyes off of you.

The sapphires cover your skin like deep blue tears, looking so lovely.

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you into his embrace and begins to kiss the cold skin of your neck. It was there, Santiago recalls, that he had bitten you, venom still scarring the crook of your neck. He kisses the wound and grins as you sigh, hands running along his back.

“Santiago…”

He could listen to you say that for all of eternity!

Alec gives you his heart.

You convince him to attend a festival with you, the two of you sneaking out of the castle and into the city. In the darkness of the night, you dance and play, no different than any lovers dancing through Volterra…and then he sees it.

It’s a pretty thing, a red heart that glows when you touch it just so.

He wins it for your easily (though is sure to throw a loss or two in order to blend in a bit better, the both of you are already stealing too much attention) and clasps it around your neck as you smile.

“I love it!”

You kiss him sweetly and, since that night, you’ve worn it always. Sometimes Alec presses it just to see it light up because when it does, you light up too, giggling and kissing him all over again as he sighs in delight.

Eternity was never so sweet as it has been with you.

Over time, Alec will bring you many gifts (he likes to spoil you) but this will always remain his very favorite and one of his fondest memories.

Jane gives you a locket.

There are two of them, identical necklaces that she has made for the both of you. Within her own is a photograph of you and a tiny little daisy (the one you gave to her when you first met, pressed long ago). Yours shares the same photograph and a little bit of lace, ripped from the dress she had worn when you ran away together.

It’s very sweet but then again, so is she.

Though very few people will ever truly come to know Jane for who she is, you will be one of the few that know just how gentle and wonderful she cane be.

The silver heart is proof of such.

Every morning they both of you get ready together, Jane’s nightdress tossed over a chair as you brush her hair, her laying out your clothes for the day. And everyday you each place the necklace around the other’s throat, Jane stealing a kiss from your neck as she does.

“Janie!”

And you’re laughing, playing with her hair as you greet the sun together with kisses and dappled light and love.

If Laurent had a little sister, she’ll be the new Twilight character 🖤❣️

Laurent's Little Sister (Cover) 🦇🦇 @picsart

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧- 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ( 𝟐/𝟐)

▪︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 +𝟏𝟖 | 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

You're really goddamn stupid, you know that?" He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the tear and the tear alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he's been missing. 

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm crazy and stupid." You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clanks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.

"You can go ahead and bite me Jass-" You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarize yourself with each other, since-

"You're gonna turn me." 

Jasper finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly. 

"Why would I do that?" Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.

"Well… because you're you. And self restraint isn't very you, Jasper." You tuck the golden strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Jasper's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.

"I knew it." You marvel at the boy before you. "Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it's sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays." His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly. 

"The ice cold skin was my final check."

"How clever."

He produces the first smile you've ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. There's a vague southern lilt in his speech that intensifies your body's response. "You want a cookie for that?" He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.

"What's to stop me from ripping you open right now? There's no one here. No one will be here anytime soon." He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.

"Give me reasons." He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls. 

"I need reasons or-" his eyes flutter closed "-or I just might do it. I will kill you."

You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realize that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hotseat. Okay. 

You got what you wanted. Found out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price. 

You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.

"As much as it annoys you and me, Jasper, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with them. The Cullens." Jasper's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. "You never really had a home so you plan on keeping that. Killing the bookkeeper would spoil their entire Vampire fucking sitcom dream family, Jasper. You know this." Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him. 

"But you're still you, Jasper. Carlisle can't and never will change that fact. You're not Jasper Hale," You finally say, "You're Jasper Whitlock-"

In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you've been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. The only pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.

"I'm done playing your little mind games." He's seething and he's angry and he's right where you want him. 

"Oh? But we were having so much fun, Whitlo-" Jasper squeezes your throat, eliciting an electrified sound from the base of your throat.

"What do you want?"

You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face. 

"For you to turn me, Jass." 

He pauses. Quite literally. Jasper's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He's mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Jasper eases back again. 

"Once I start-"

"You won't stop? Jasper, we've been eye fucking this entire time. If there's one thing stronger than your need to feast," You lift that hand up once again, "-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can't go unnoticed, Jass, no matter how long you want it t-"

Jasper rolls his eyes, which comes as a complete shock to you before he murmurs: "Just shut up," before crashing his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it's magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It's strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You needn't open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Jasper hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart. 

"You can't do that." He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.

"What?" You inquire dumbly All too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.

"Pathokinesis." Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.

"Don't do that." He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don't register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.

"What? So you can like-"

"Control, sense and manipulate your emotions?" He says, coming up from your neck. "Yeah." He says with a nod that makes his golden curls bounce again before he takes your mouth in his once more.

"What you feel," he mumbles in between the kiss, "I feel too." 

Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Jasper pulls away. 

Have you really thought any of your movements through? 

What if sex with a vampire was fatal? You're about to spiral into oblivion before Jasper speaks up.

"No." He says curtly, and you're all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. "You're not pulling back on me now. Not after everything." You're in awe of his words.

"Jesus, so you really can feel everything."

That life threatening smile again.

"Pretty much."

He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You're about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Jasper's hand was leaning against that particular shelf. 

Maybe he's not as calm as he'd like to convey.

"There is one thing," the buttons are undone but he's stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you've ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right them and there. 

His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief. 

"I'm not gonna fuck you," he says with a sick smile.

"Why?" Its all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling on the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with Jasper giving you one-words. 

"I think you're really good at getting what you want," he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.

"And I'm not gonna allow that." He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Jasper does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness. 

Not commenting further.

"This is how this is gonna work," he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it's still there.

"You're gonna give me this." He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. "And I'm gonna give you this." His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.

"Got it?" He's already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you're too enamored. Too enamored at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You're too enamored to respond and he does not like this one bit.

Jasper flicks another finger against your clit.

"JESUS!" You scream into the empty library. Jasper, who's eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.

"No," he says irritably, "Jasper. Say Jasper."

You're a drunken, sex filled mess. "Fuck-Jasper." He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles. 

"Jasper… Jasper please." There are tears staining your eyes and you're so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being at a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It's too much.

Way too fucking much.

"Please? Please let you finish?" Jasper asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. "You'd like me to let you cum all over my hand?"

"Please, Jasper. Please."

"That's a shame…" He replies, "I thought we were having so much fun." You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you're too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Jaspers throat.

It's all so unbelievable. Jasper pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down. 

Hard.

"Jas.." Your completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there's a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.

"Fuck, Jasper! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!" You're sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time buy you felt even that was for his own pleasure.

Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.

And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.

Jasper brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. "I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl," he says, "I know." 

The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, "So pretty, so perfect." You realize he's as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.

"Jas?"

His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. "I'm-" You don't finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood. 

"That's it, my pretty, pretty girl." He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you're rocking uncontrollably into his hand. 

In that moment, Jasper may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter. 

You begin to feel… 

New.

"Welcome to immortality, Beautiful." He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.

You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.

"Population… You."

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

ACOTAR's current popularity reminds me of Twilight's rabid popularity of the early 2000s...

..so give it a few years and ACOTAR will be turning up in second hand bookshops constantly: no second hand bookshop is complete without a copy of Twilight. In 2035, no second hand bookshop will be complete without ACOTAR

Hi everyone, I just wanted to make a post saying I’m may not be posting for a while. I’m trying to find myself and figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’m so glad I had you all to support me and my work. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I hope soon. Thank you all. <33

Xoxo, Kylie