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The One He Didn’t Dismiss||

| Caius Volturi x reader |

[smut] Summary: You enter Volterra as a liability. You stay as Caius Volturi’s problem. With every heated argument and lingering touch, the Volturi king realizes some dangers aren’t meant to be destroyed—they’re meant to be claimed.

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Volterra always smelled like stone and old rain.

You noticed it the moment Felix escorted you through the massive iron doors of the Volturi castle. Not fear. Not blood.

Time.

Everything here felt frozen in it.

Your boots echoed too loudly. Your breathing sounded wrong in a place where no one needed air.

Felix didn’t speak.

Neither did you. Until you finally spoke up “So,” you muttered, glancing up at the endless ceilings. “This is where tourists come to die?”

Felix’s mouth twitched. “If they’re lucky.”

Comforting.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

You were supposed to be in Florence on a study trip, digging through ruins with your professor, not walking into a vampire monarchy because someone realized you’d accidentally translated something you weren’t meant to.

Ancient Volturi script.

Forbidden records.

And instead of erasing you, Aro wanted to use you.

Lucky you.

The throne room doors opened without a sound.

Light spilled over marble floors.

And there they were.

Aro leaned forward, eyes glowing with interest.

Marcus stared at nothing.

And Caius—

Caius already looked annoyed.

White hair pulled back, red eyes sharp as glass, posture rigid with permanent dissatisfaction.

He didn’t wait for introductions.

“This is the human?” he asked flatly.

Felix nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

Caius’s gaze swept over you slowly.

Not curious.

Judging.

Unimpressed.

“She’s breathing too loudly.”

You blinked. “Sorry. I’ll turn that off.”

Aro laughed softly.

Marcus’s lips twitched.

Caius’s eyes snapped to you.

“You’re insolent.”

“You’re dramatic.”

Felix stiffened.

Aro looked delighted. “Oh, this is refreshing.”

Caius leaned back in his throne.

“She won’t last.”

You met his stare. “Neither will your patience with me.”

Silence fell.

Not deadly.

Interested.

Aro gestured you forward. “You discovered our early law text, yes?”

You nodded. “Accidentally.”

Caius scoffed. “Humans are always accidental problems.”

“Funny,” you replied. “Vampires aren’t exactly careful either.”

Caius stood.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

The room cooled.

He descended the steps and stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see faint cracks in his marble-pale skin.

“You speak because Aro allows it,” he said quietly.

You looked up at him. “Then tell him to stop.”

His eyes darkened.

Aro smiled wider.

“We require her,” Aro said. “She understands the older dialect better than most immortals.”

Caius didn’t look away from you.

“She’s human.”

“And alive,” Aro replied pleasantly. “Which is rare for our visitors.”

That earned a faint, humorless curve of Caius’s mouth.

“You’ll work in the archive wing,” Caius said. “You’ll translate. You’ll remain supervised.”

You crossed your arms. “And if I wander?”

His gaze flicked to your throat.

“You won’t wander twice.”

You held his stare.

“Threatening me isn’t impressive.”

“No,” Caius murmured. “It’s efficient.”

Something in his voice wasn’t anger.

It was attention.

And that was worse.

The Archive

The archive wing felt like a cathedral built for secrets.

Shelves taller than buildings. Scrolls older than empires. Candles burning without melting.

You spent days there.

Always watched.

Always quiet.

Until Caius started coming himself.

Not Aro.

Not Marcus.

Caius.

He’d appear without footsteps, pale cloak brushing stone, eyes already on you like you’d personally offended him by existing correctly.

The first time, you nearly dropped a manuscript.

“You stalk like a ghost,” you muttered.

“I am older than your country,” Caius replied. “You should feel honored.”

You kept writing. “I feel inconvenienced.”

He stopped beside your table.

“You write slowly.”

“You stand too close.”

Silence stretched.

“You’re careless,” he said.

“You’re nosy.”

His eyes narrowed.

“You don’t fear us.”

You shrugged. “Fear doesn’t make people smart. It makes them quiet.”

“And quiet humans live longer.”

You looked up at him then.

“So far, you haven’t killed me.”

His gaze lingered.

“That isn’t mercy.”

“Then what is it?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he picked up the scroll you were working on.

“You mistranslated this.”

You stood. “No, I didn’t.”

“You softened it.”

“It’s supposed to be softened.”

Caius turned to you slowly.

“Volturi law is not gentle.”

“And neither is bad translation.”

Your faces were closer than necessary.

Again.

Always again.

“You enjoy opposing me,” Caius murmured.

“You enjoy noticing.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“So is hovering.”

His jaw flexed.

“You’re reckless.”

“You’re curious.”

He paused.

That landed.

“I don’t do curiosity.”

“And yet you keep coming down here.”

Silence snapped tight between you.

Firelight flickered against his pale skin.

Your pulse sped up for reasons that had nothing to do with survival.

“You think because you speak boldly, you’re untouchable,” Caius said quietly.

“No,” you replied. “I think because you haven’t touched me, you don’t want to.”

His eyes darkened instantly.

“That’s a mistake.”

“Then correct it.”

The words slipped before you could stop them.

The air changed.

Caius stepped closer.

One hand braced against the table beside you.

Trapping.

“You push limits you don’t understand.”

“Then teach me.”

His gaze dragged slowly over your face.

Your mouth.

Your stance.

“You’re human,” he murmured. “Weak. Temporary.”

“And you’re staring.”

He stopped.

That tiny pause said everything.

“You’re irritating,” Caius whispered.

“Good.”

His hand lifted, stopping inches from your jaw.

Not touching.

Hovering.

Controlled.

“Do you know what happens to humans who distract kings?”

You swallowed.

“No.”

His voice dropped.

“They stop being distractions.”

Your breath caught.

“But you haven’t stopped me.”

He leaned closer.

“Because you’re useful.”

“And?”

“And reckless.”

“And?”

Silence.

His fingers brushed your jawline.

Cold.

Electric.

Wrong and perfect.

“You don’t belong here,” Caius murmured.

“Neither do your eyes,” you replied softly.

That broke the stillness.

His hand slid to your waist, firm but restrained.

“You will be the death of your own safety.”

“Then stop making me feel safe.”

His face was inches from yours now.

Stone wall at your back.

Caius’s arm caged beside your head.

“You don’t understand what you invite.”

“Neither do you.”

His gaze flicked to your lips before he could stop himself.

That mistake told you everything.

“You hate this,” you whispered.

“I despise it.”

“Then why aren’t you leaving?”

Because he couldn’t.

Because neither of you moved.

Firelight danced.

The room emptied quietly behind you without you noticing.

Just stone.

Just silence.

Just Caius.

His voice dropped.

“You are trouble.”

“And you’re already involved.”

His hand tightened at your waist.

The tension finally snapped.

His mouth met yours.

Controlled.

Sharp.

Not gentle.

Not rushed.

When he pulled back, his eyes were brighter, dangerous in a way that meant no one else would be allowed near you again.

“You don’t test Volturi kings,” Caius murmured.

You breathed, “Then stop acting like you want to be tested.”

He lifted you effortlessly.

Carried you toward the adjoining chamber.

The doors shut.

Locked.

The world narrowed to candlelight and breath and proximity.

He set you down slowly.

His hands still on your waist.

“You keep defying me,” Caius whispered.

You stepped closer.

“Then stop rewarding it.”

His gaze burned.

The air thickened.

Nothing else mattered.

The line was already crossed.

He slammed you on the bed grabbing youre throat but not too tight to harm you. caius moved fast on top of you. he kissed youre neck, making you let out little whimpers, this does nothing but make him hunrgier for you.

he lets out a small growl, he wants to hurt you enough for you to know that youre his. his human. his toy. he holds himself back for now. he continues to kiss youre neck making his way down to your chest, he takes youre shirt off and bra and you look at his red eyes, he pauses, admiring you for an moment "you are so beautiful.." he says his once dark angry expression leaves, his mouth is slightly hung open, his eyes drift down, he takes youre pants off that once showed your pretty curves he was always distracted by, he once tried to push his lust for you away.. but look where he found himself.

he is now admiring the other half of your body that was covered up. his hands feel youre breasts, waist, and thighs, the warmth of your body. his cold haves sent shivers on your back. you just stared at him, he is beautiful, much beautiful than you thought, an cold, dark, vampire was touching an fradgile human like you. not an normal vampire either.. one of the Kings.. while staring at him you soaked everything in. he looks back into your eyes. he kissed your lips one last time before devouring you. He took off his clothes in a flash.

He grabbed youre breast and began to suck. You gasped. trying not to moan, he looked up at you and bit down a bit. You loved it. his hands are touching every part of your body he can.

He sucked your other breast. he kissed your stomach all the way down to your entrance. Your hands found his hair. he looked up at you before licking your clit. Your eyes rolled back. "caius" you whimpered. he knelt on the ground at the edge of the bed. he put your legs on his shoulders and his head inbetween your thighs.

he ate you out so roughly, you loved every second of it. he wasnt here to pleasure you that much, he can be so rough then so caring and sweet in the blink of an eye.

he lifed up his hand and put one of his fingers on you clit. making his way down to your entrance and pressing down. You moaned so arching your back and begging for more. "Shh." he looked up, taking away his finger. He loved controlling you this way. You nodded, biting your lip, wanting to feel his fingers inside of you. he put two in quickly. he licked your clit while working inside of you. His fingers curled, hitting your spot. Your hands in his hair. he didnt care how messy his hair got and you were surprised. You moaned but not too loud still obeying his orders.

You were close to an orgasm. very close. youre head rolled back along with your eyes, youre back arched. "C-Caius im so close," you yelped. he hummed into you. That did it. youve never felt this high. you beathed heavily. He pulled away; his fingers left. he looks up at you getting off the ground and licking his fingers. "You taste delightful, darling," he says, getting on top of you. he holds your wrists above your head.

"Youre such an good little human for your king, hm?" he tilted his head. face moving closer to yours as he stared into your eyes. "y-yes. im all for you." You bit your lip. he smirked.

He moved his head away. His large cock lined up with your entrance. "i promise I won't be gentle," he says before looking up at you. You just looked into his eyes. he slammed into you while still making eye contact. his head tilted back, taking you in all around him. "You're so warm and tight," he thrusts into you. He grabs your breasts as he watches this bounce up and down with each time he slams into you. Your mouth hung open, moaning his name. "yes thats it beautiful, keep saying my name," he says, moving faster. You're now screaming. you cling onto him, your nails digging into his back, his hands around your hips, moving you faster on his dick. hes close to releasing inside of you. he cant contain himself anymore. This human has weakened him so much he can't hold back; you feel too good. He closes his eyes, still trying to hold back, but he no longer can. He looks at youre head held back with your arms now around his neck, the sight is too much for him. His body fills with anger as he gives into it. "O- oh god-" he says as he releases inside of you, rolling his eyes back. You feel his thick warm cum filling you up, and you look up to him, seeing him giving into you and showing that you make him weak, makes you orgasm all over his cock, and his thick mix with your fluid. you whinne. He looks back to you, placing you down and pulling out. Some of the fluids from both of you drip out of you. he looks back at you after staring at what he's caused. "Youre mine y/n," he leans down and whispers in your ear. His hand comes to your throat. squeezing so you understand. You gasp. His face was emotionless. even though on the inside, he is flowing with love for you. love. for you, a human.

"fuck" he whispers to himself as he backs away from your little worn out body, realizing what he has gotten himself into. but he wont even leave your side after this.

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~ Caius Volturi ~

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so i just made one..

The One He Doesn't Dismiss

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His Control Slips|| Henry x fem!Reader

[smut]

Summary: Henry is cold, sharp, and impossible—but she can’t stop getting under his skin. Every tense glance and quiet moment in the Creel House pulls them closer, whether he wants it or not.

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Au: this is my first fic I’m sorry if grammar and spelling is a bit messy, and this is my first smut so no judgment please!

Au update: Oh my days! Thank you for the likes I’m so surprised but omggg! I’m gonna cook up more dw chat🙏

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The bed is wide and neatly made, and you pause a moment, letting your fingers brush the soft sheets. Your feet meet the carpet, thick and warm under your toes, and you rise to stand, stretching slowly. Outside, the trees sway gently, leaves brushing together, sunlight catching on the edges of the branches. The air smells fresh and faintly earthy, carrying the distant promise of rain.

Henry is already there. Leaning casually against the doorway, dark clothes, sleeves rolled, hair falling just slightly over his eyes. He watches you with that intensity you’ve come to recognize — the quiet, measured attention that feels like he’s memorizing every detail without permission.

“You’re up earlier than I expected,” he says quietly.

You shrug, pulling the sheet around your shoulders. “I woke up. That’s all.”

“Always moving too quietly,” he mutters. “I should have heard you.”

You offer a small smirk, testing him. “You watch me enough, you probably know everything I do anyway.”

His jaw tightens. “Maybe I do.”

He steps into the room, and the air shifts slightly. Not hot, not heavy.. just charged, like the space itself is aware of him. “Get dressed,” he says abruptly. “The day is long, and the house isn’t going to wait for you.”

You follow the sound of his footsteps silently as he disappears down the hall. The Creel House is quiet but alive in its own way: sunlight catching on the polished surfaces, the soft creak of wood as it adjusts, the faint smell of wax and old carpets. Every corner is clean, precise, deliberate. It’s elegant, a frozen moment in time that Henry keeps almost perfectly though it’s the perfection that makes it feel unsettling.

You wander through the house, brushing your fingers along the surfaces. The kitchen smells faintly of brewed tea and wood polish. Henry sits at the table when you enter, elbows resting on the surface, hands folded loosely, eyes distant. He doesn’t look at you at first, but when he does, it’s sharp and precise, like he’s weighing whether you’re allowed to speak or move.

“You move like you’re planning something,” he says finally. “Stop moving so much..it’s annoying”

“I’m just bored,” you reply lightly, trying to keep the tension from rising.

“Careful,” he says, voice calm but cutting.

“And whose fault is that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Mine,” he admits softly. “…But you don’t get to fix it.”

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The morning stretches on with small tensions. He watches. You watch back. He doesn’t touch you, not fully, not yet. His presence alone is enough to make your stomach twist, heart flutter.

Eventually, the sun drifts lower, and you are eager to escape Camatotz now. It has been long enough. You slip outside into the yard, moving with quiet urgency across the grass. Trees sway in the wind, shadows stretching longer, and the Creel House sits behind you, silent, perfect, elegant.

Then you see it., the caves. The entrance gapes dark and cool, mouth of stone calling to you. You go to step inside. Hesitating.. The air is damp,earthy, and echoes with your movements as you look up into the caves. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You can hear henry coming through the woods. You step inside puttibg your hand on the right side of the cave. Henry doesn’t follow—he can’t. He will never go in those caves.. and that fact makes the risk taste sharper.

“Running are we y/n?” His voice carries softly from behind you.

“Get out. Now.”

You spin, breath shallow. “I’m..” you freeze. Your words are stuck in your throat. “I’m not running.” You turn around seeing him at the edge of the entrance..

“You’re running from me.” He says cold.

“I’m not.” You reply.

“You always make it seem like you are,” he calls again, distant.

“Come 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔.” He days. Turning around talking back to the house. Your heart skips a beat when he calls you that. A warm feeling in your tummy. You look down and you push deeper into the cave, heart hammering, hands brushing the cool stone. The light outside disappears, swallowed by shadows. You are alone, but your chest feels full of something bigger than fear.

When you return later, the night falls softly over the Creel House. Candlelight glows, shadows stretch across the walls. Henry sits beside you on the bed, close enough to feel warmth but careful not to touch.

“You shouldn’t make me worry,” he murmurs.

“You worry for me?” you reply.

A hand brushes yours, light, tentative. “Maybe,” he admits. “Maybe I don’t know how to stop.” His hand goes to your cheek. His fingers feeling around your face, he looks at you softly, then looks you up and down eventually making eye contact with you again. You look into his beautiful blue eyes. You feel so connected to him. You don’t know if he’s just doing this so you don’t leave, or if it’s real.

He stares at you for a second, lowers down and his lips brush your neck, soft, hesitant but eventually hes all over you. “You shouldn’t matter,” he whispers.

“You make me weak.” He kisses your neck moving down to your collarbone. He leaves a few marks.

His hands are all over your body. Hands on your waist, he kisses your stomach all over. Leaving many marks. “You’re so..” he slips out a few words while kissing you. “beautiful.” He says, You whimper from those words while hes sucking on your skin. That little whimper makes him only go crazier over you. His kisses are more aggressive. His hands eventually on your wrists pinning you to the bed. He looks up at you for a second with those ocean eyes. His hair messy, mouth hung open, breathing loud and shaky. “You’re mine.” He looks at you. Expecting a response from you. He wants to make sure you understand. “Yes..” you say staring into his eyes. He goes back to praising your body.

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The night stretches, warm, quiet. You fall asleep beside him, the house polished and perfect and calm around you.

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Morning comes cold. You wake up to see you’re alone. Your chest tightens. Panic rises. You rush downstairs to see he is there at the table, calm, already awake. Your eyebrows knit together worried for whats to come out of his mouth.

“You’re late.” He says looking at his news paper. You walk over to the table to sit down to eat. You look at your food. Then up at him. “Last night-”

“That was nothing,” he interrupts, gettibg up and walking past you. “Eat. You’ll need your energy if you’re going to keep testing me.” He says. You completely loose your appetite. Tears form in your eyes. You breathe in looking around while fluttering your eyes and looking back down at your plate and get ready to force yourself to eat. You’re hurt. But you push it down. Or at least try too..

How could he. How could he praise you and treat you like shit again…?

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Days pass with quiet routines, small tensions, long looks, subtle touches. Henry remains near but careful, his sharp words occasionally cutting through the calm, hurting you.

You eventually come to the decision to run away for good. Even though your heart didn’t want to give up on henry.

You walk out the door.

Eventually, you’re at the caves. Looking up at the tall rocks then back to the entrance. You go to step in. But you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“You don’t quit.” He says. It startles you. You turn around.

“You don’t either,” you answer. You stare at each other for a while.

“You weren’t supposed to matter,” he admits.

“Then why do I?”

“…Because I don’t know how to stop wanting you here,” he says quietly, voice low.

Your heart pounds. “I care about you,” he whispers, trembling just slightly. Youre heart melts from those words.

Then he kisses you — soft, desperate, needful — but not controlled, not perfect, just raw and intense.

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Back in the creel house

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Henry takes you uo stairs in his arms. Placing you on his bed in HIS room. Youve never been in here before. Especially not on his bed. It’s soft. Smells like him. He doesn’t waste a second. Hes all over you. He rips your clothes off and you’re just staring at him while he does it, taking it all in. He slightly smirks at you noticing your stares. He pushes you further onto the bed and is on top of you kissing you . He moves his hands down to your breasts feeling them and he lets out a breath. Hes wanted to touch you like this for so long. He finally has you. You. He wants to impregnate you so badly. Of course he can’t contain himself. He undoes himself and looks up at you . Mouth open admiring your body. He makes eye contact with you making sure this is what you want. You nodd. You’re surprised he even cared to checking. You’re seeing so many new sides of henry. His big lines up with yours at the entrance . He teases you. You arch your back begging him too ruin you. “P-please henry..” you say looking at him with that gorgeous face of yours. “Please what darling?” He says keeping eye contact and teasing more until you answer . “Please Daddy!” You plead out. Loud. He rams into you. You scream out and he starts working. You feel him all around you . He’s filling you up perfectly. So perfectly. He grabs your thighs throwing them up. “Fuck sweetheart you’re so tight” he says while thrusting into you. So rough but slow and meaningful.. “you.. you feel so good” you mange to get out. “I make you feel good darling?” He says while going deeper. “mhmmm” your eyes roll back.

It goes on for a while. You eventually ride Henry’s making him whimper . Youve never heard him make sounds like these before. It’s so amazing you’re making Henry Creel feel amazing. God..

He’s eventually back on top of you pinning your hands above your head. Breasts in his face. Hes the closest hes been heaven right now. ‘This girl.. oh this girl..’ he thinks to himself. He never would have thought someone could do this to him.

You’re close. So close. “I- henry-” you get cut off “I want you to orgasm all over my cock gorgeous.” you do. Screaming out his name. He can’t contain himself any longer. He cant. He releases inside you looking at you moaning in between his teeth’s. He tried to stop it.. you’re too perfect. his mouth eventually falls open. You can tell he’s enjoyed that.

Good.

⸻

Henry rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily and shaky jusy like you.

“You were never supposed to make me feel this way y/n.”

You smile softly. “But I did.”

For once, he doesn’t push you away.

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his real body..? Being held up by vines inside of the mindflayer currently being built by demogorgons and vines fusing together.. getting ready for his final battle.

But youll never know that.

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