Remmick wants to make sure his vampire grows big and strong.
before you read: possessive!remmick; but he takes good care of you; but he also wants you completely dependent on him; darkish!remmick; fluff; praise; blood; blood drinking; reader's gender/sex is not specified; remmick and reader drink from a human at the same time; remmick feeds reader blood after reader expressed feeling full; remmick and reader make out next to a partially drained corpse; suggestive content; remmick drinks from you; dry humping; remmick sniffs and licks the cream stain you left in your underwear; explicit content; remmick and reader do it next to a partially drained corpse; you get that irish cream up inside of you hehehe
wc: 3.7k
a/n: kiss kiss 😘 now i gotta figure out who i want to write for next. i wanna expand into other characters, but remmick 👀 this fic is based on this post!! and is a soft sequel to this fic!! no need to have read the first one tho :)
dividers: omni-resources
You suckled happily on one side of the woman's neck as Remmick drank from the other side. The two of you had hunted her down together, and now she served as your dinner for the night.
He was hesitant at first, just like with the idea of you feeding from live prey, but Remmick let you come with him on his hunts on the nights he didn't insist on feeding you his own blood. Every good vampire knew how to hunt, and while Remmick wanted to nurture you into the beautiful, capable vampire he knew you could be the night he found you, he still wanted you as dependent on him as possible.
It made for an interesting balancing act.
"Ahhhhh," you sighed, unlatching from the neck of your shared midnight snack. Your blood-stained lips formed into a smile as you laid yourself next to what used to be a living woman full of blood, all happy and content like a cat after a big bowl of milk.
"Don't tell me you're done already, sweetness," Remmick gently teased, unlatching and raising his head so he get could a better look at you, admiring how lovely you looked with blood staining your skin and clothing, a sight he would never tire of.
"I feel full of blood," you replied with a shrug. "Like a tick."
Like a tick. You were so cute.
But it was important for vampires to remain well-fed, especially newer ones like yourself. You needed to grow in power and strength.
On top of that, a hungry vampire was more susceptible to succumbing to their animalistic instincts, doing everything and anything to get a meal, risking exposure to sunlight and humans. While Remmick would thoroughly enjoy being the one to soothe you from an animalistic state, he didn't want you to experience that kind of mindlessness.
You needed to be fed some more, and Remmick had another idea just as wonderful and perfect as feeding you your ex.
"It's important for vampires to stay well-fed, especially young ones like you, sweetness," Remmick gently explained. He reached over and traced his fingers along your cheek and jawline, and thoroughly enjoyed the way you leaned into his touch. "You need to grow big and strong."
"Well…that's true," you acquiesced. You glanced off to the side as you thought about how caring Remmick was. He always made sure your needs were met, and then some. He was so caring and doting. It always made your heart squeeze in the nicest way how much he wanted to see you grow.
"Come here, sweetness," Remmick said as he patted the ground next to him, wanting for you to join him on his side of the partially drained corpse. "I'll make sure you're all nice and fed, don't you worry."
"I never do," you murmured as you joined Remmick on his side of the corpse, your words pleasing him and making his pride purr. You laid yourself next to him and tucked yourself under his arm as he draped it over you.
Safe and warm next to him, just as you would always be, from now until the end of time.
You watched as Remmick leaned into your shared meal's neck to bite into it again. He sucked, but when your gaze trailed down to his neck, you noticed his throat muscles weren't bobbing and contracting.
He wasn't swallowing.
He was letting the blood sit in his mouth.
Your brows furrowed. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but you weren't left wondering for long.
Remmick had his mouth pressed against yours before you could blink. Your eyes widened in surprise, and your body stiffened for a moment, but you quickly relaxed and let yourself enjoy the feel of your mouths pressed together, your eyes fluttering closed.
You felt one of his hands gently hold and squeeze your jaw, parting your lips. As you slipped your tongue between your lips to tease the seam of his, you felt Remmick open his mouth, and the taste of blood coated your tongue. You swallowed it as you felt it slide down the back of your throat, a pleased groan vibrating through the muscles of your throat.
Was this method of ensuring you were well-fed necessary? No, but you certainly didn't mind.
You were never one to turn down physical affection from your creator.
"So good for me," Remmick murmured against your lips once you had swallowed all of the blood he let trickle into your mouth. "There you go, sweetness. Gotta make sure you grow all big and strong, yeah?"
"Yeah," you agreed, your voice a mumbled breath as you nodded slowly. You were in a bit of a daze. Your pupils were blown wide, and you felt hot all over. The intimacy of your creator's touch combined with the natural ecstasy that came with drinking blood was making your head spin.
You could feel the bond you had with Remmick growing even stronger than it already was.
"You want more, sweetness?" He asked gently, his thumb tracing over your bloodied lips. You replied with an eager nod. The needy whine that got stuck in your throat set off something wild in Remmick. He felt it bolt down his spine and spread through his nerves, all the way to the very tips of his being.
You were his to care for. You were his to nurture. You were his.
His.
His.
His.
Your eyes widened as you were suddenly pushed onto your back, your clothing pressing against the damp grass, now sticking to the skin of your back. You watched Remmick intently as he leaned into the corpse's neck to take another bite, once again only sucking out blood to hold in his mouth. Your pupils grew even wider just at the sight. You felt full earlier, but now you suddenly felt hungry, and you needed your bloodlust satisfied again soon.
You needed to grow big and strong, just as Remmick had said.
Remmick soon returned his attention to you, always quick to give you what you needed. From your peripheral vision, you saw him place both of his hands on either side of your head, his legs acting similarly, placing themselves on either side of your thighs. He then leaned down. The moment his blood-filled mouth touched yours, you groaned in bliss and parted your lips, your eyes fluttering shut.
Blood trickled past your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat. You swallowed each mouthful Remmick fed to you greedily. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close as you took every last drop of blood he fed to you. You felt Remmick's approving hum against your lips.
"Good," he mumbled. He pressed himself closer against your body, leaving not an inch of space between your chests. "So good. Perfect. My perfect vampire." Remmick pulled back so he could look at your face and admire how beautiful you looked. With your mouth stained with blood and your glowing eyes half-lidded and glassy with need, you were an exquisite sight. A creature of blood and beauty all for him.
Him.
Him.
Him.
"Remmick?" You murmured, just barely able to keep your voice from shaking and whimpering with a new lust building within you. "Remmick, I…I-I need…"
"I know," Remmick replied, gently hushing you with a finger over your bloodied lips. The way you whimpered had him biting the inside of his lip hard enough to draw his own blood, and he took a moment to compose himself before continuing. "I know exactly what you need, and it's not blood this time, is it?"
You shook your head. Your tongue slipped past your lips, poking out just enough to give the finger pressed against your mouth a tiny lick. You knew Remmick must have liked the action with how he softly sucked in a breath.
You also felt something hard twitch against your stomach.
Remmick kept his eyes on you as he reached for the arm of the corpse. He pulled down the sleeve of its dress so he could bite down on its wrist and suck out more of its blood to hold in his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he suckled, his lips moving in a way you wish was against your skin. An act charged with intimacy and desire, chills and thrills ran down your spine. You could feel yourself starting to shudder from the anticipation of your needs about to be met again.
He carelessly tossed the arm aside once he had enough blood in his mouth, which landed on the rest of its body with a lifeless thump. He was quick to press his mouth against yours once again so he could feed you more blood, this time moving his hips against yours, grinding his hardness against you.
Blood trickled into your mouth as you opened it with a moan. You once again wrapped your arms around Remmick to keep him close as he fed you and ground his erection against you. The sensation made your head spin even more. It was a delicious addition to the euphoria of drinking blood and the pleasure of your creator's touch.
Even as you swallowed the last drop of blood, you kept your arms around Remmick, and he kept his mouth against yours, his hips still moving against yours. Neither of you wanted to break contact. Not yet. You both still had some needs to be met.
"That's it," Remmick groaned, the sound almost a growl against your still-connected lips as you started to meet his grinding with your own, matching your movements with his. "Keep doing that, sweetness. Keep telling me how much you need me with your body."
You gladly obliged. You kept meeting his movements with yours, for both your own and Remmick's pleasure. Remmick rewarded you with a slow, firm grind of his hips right between your legs. You both moaned in unison, pleasure shooting through your bodies.
"God!" You gasped, back arching off the ground, your grip on Remmick tightening.
"Nuh-uh, sweetness," Remmick murmured, now moving his lips to your jaw and chin, licking and sucking the skin there. "Just me. Me. Only me. Always. Forever."
You couldn't help squealing when you felt Remmick suddenly bite you, your body jolting underneath his. He bit you in the same spot he did when he first came across you crying and decided to make you his. You were startled by the sudden sting of his fangs, but the surprise and the pain was brief, and was quickly replaced with the same warmth and bliss and rightness you felt that fateful night.
"Just a little, sweetness," Remmick mumbled into your skin, his lips now moving, suckling from you the same way he suckled from the corpse's wrist. He kept you firmly pinned underneath him, still pleasuring the both of you with each roll of his hips against yours. "Let me renew our bond."
"Y-yeah…" you agreed with a pleased sigh. You let your eyes roll back and partially close, your body melting and relaxing. Soft moans slipped past your kiss-swollen lips as Remmick drank from you, renewing your bond and reclaiming you as his; a dark bond tied with blood and teeth.
The friction between your legs swirled with the unique, exquisite pleasure of Remmick feeding from you. When he noticed you starting to writhe under him, your hips bucking up with an urgency, he knew you were close to something momentous.
Just the thought of being the one to bring you hurtling over the edge had his pride purring and growling.
Everything.
Everything.
Everything.
You would get everything from him and him alone.
Remmick growled and deepened his bite, his fangs burrowing further into your skin, pain and pleasure mixing and shooting through your body. The strangled noise that came out of you, something like a moan and a whine, made him shudder. His toes curled in his shoes. He used his hips to push your thighs further apart, giving himself more space to press more of himself between your legs. He wanted you to come crashing down with as much pleasure as possible.
"Come for me, sweetness," he growled, your blood and flesh filling his mouth. His grip on you tightened, using your body to steady himself as he ground himself in short, firm movements, working you closer and closer to your peak. "Come on. Come for me."
Another strangled noise came out of you. When your body tensed underneath his, Remmick knew he brought you over the edge. He quickly pressed his mouth over yours, wanting to swallow down every noise you made as you became lost in the rapture he brought you to.
"Remmick!" You cried out, the sound muffled into the greedy kiss against your mouth. "Christ! Remmick!"
The tension throughout your body snapped. You arched your back as pure ecstasy overtook your senses, your grip on Remmick tightening so much, your nails were left indentations on his skin.
Remmick didn't mind, though; he barely noticed. He was too lost in his own orgasmic-like haze, fangs still piercing your skin. Just hearing and feeling you become lost in the throes of pleasure almost had him finishing in his pants, but he kept himself from finding release so quickly.
Barely.
Just so he could finish in you.
You noticed the hint of an amused smile on Remmick's bloody lips as he unlatched and pulled away from your throat. Your brows furrowed slightly, and your grip on him loosened as he started to sit himself up, his legs still straddling you.
"Something funny?" You asked between soft breaths.
"Christ," he repeated, his smile turning into a grin. "You screamed that as you came so pretty, but there's just me, sweetness." He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over the delicate skin under your eye as he murmured, "Just me."
You swallowed as you nodded, the delicate muscles in your throat bobbing and contracting. Remmick's pupils dilated at the sight. You were so smart. So smart and good.
He pulled his hand away and started to fiddle with your clothes. You let him, watching the movements of his hands, deft and purposeful. You helped him along by moving as needed, lifting yourself off the ground, wriggling just so.
"There we go," Remmick purred, admiring your bare legs. He reached for your undergarments, which you helped him take off by lifting your hips. He pulled them down your legs and off the tips of your toes. You lifted your head off the ground to see Remmick holding your underwear under his nose, taking in a large whiff of the remnants of your ecstasy. He exhaled a long, satisfied breath, relishing in the proof of the pleasure he gave you, and then dragged his tongue along the stain, groaning low in his throat like a pleased beast.
You felt close to finishing again just from the sight.
"Just as good as your blood," he groaned. He swiped his tongue over his lips before gently placing your underwear aside. His attention returned to you, partially bare and ready to receive, laid out like an offering all for him.
Remmick lifted your legs in his large hands. You were quick to pick up what he wanted and wrapped your legs around his waist, which he rewarded with a pat on your thigh.
"You're so smart, sweetness," he praised. He then reached down and started to fiddle his pants. "So smart and good. My pretty vampire."
"Your pretty vampire," you repeated softly. Remmick looked up from his pants and flashed you a wolfish grin.
You were definitely going to be rewarded for that.
His pretty vampire.
So smart and pretty.
The whine that came out of you as Remmick notched himself at your hole was delicious. He met the noise with a growl, reaching to hold your hips steady as you started to wriggle in anticipation. Your own hands reached up to hold his shoulders to keep him close, which got a chuckle out of Remmick.
"I ain't gonna leave you hanging, sweetness," he reassured you. "Don't you worry. You'll always get what you need from me, ain't that right?"
"Y-yeah," you stammered, your answer quivering as much as you were. You didn't think you could wait another second.
But you didn't have to.
Remmick never made you wait for anything.
Remmick pushed himself inside of you. Before you could get any sound out as your body accommodated him, he sealed his mouth over yours, greedily swallowing down every noise of your pleasure. He didn't break the connection between your mouths until he was sheathed to the hilt inside of you, the both of you panting and moaning, your breaths mixing in the night.
"You're perfect," Remmick purred, his voice a rasp. His hips started to move, pulling in and out of you. Each time he pushed back inside you, he pushed out the loveliest moans from your lips, the loveliest proof of the pleasure he gave you. "You were made for me, sweetness. Feel so perfect around me." His thrusting picked up, his obsession and possessiveness fueling his movements. His grips on your hips tightened, now his turn to keep you close.
But you weren't going anywhere.
You didn't want to go anywhere.
"Made for me," Remmick growled, his voice and thrusts becoming more wild, even as he started panting from the exertion. "Not for that boy. Not for anyone. Me, sweetness. Me." One of his hands moved from your hips to grab you by the jaw with a firm grip. "Say it. Say it."
"M-made for you!" You eked out between moans and breaths and mewls. "Made for you! Made for you! I-I was!" You were starting to babble, your mind going blank. Remmick watched as your eyes rolled back and partially closed. "Made for you! Just you! Just you!"
"That's right," he affirmed, now letting go of your jaw, reaching to grip your hips again. "You're mine, sweetness. Mine."
Remmick felt close. The feeling of release he almost had prematurely earlier returned quickly.
He adjusted both himself and you, nearly folding you in half. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and elicited even prettier sounds from your mouth. Each audible proof of your pleasure stroked his ego just so.
His eyes, glowing red and bright in the darkness of the night, watched you intently. He watched the way your body bounced slightly with each thrust. He watched the way your eyes fluttered and rolled back into your head. He watched your parted, bloodied lips let out gasps and moans and mewls.
He had turned you into a being consumed by pleasure.
He had turned you into something more.
He had turned you into his.
Remmick came with a snarl, slamming himself against you as he finished. You felt him deep inside of you, filling you with a warmth that spread throughout your body. Tiny mewls came out of you as he rutted into you to ensure you got every drop of his release.
You would take everything he gave you.
"R-Remmick…?" You whimpered. The sound of your little voice was quick to soften his features, his feral, lusty expression morphing into something gentler. He remained inside of you as he leaned down, covering you with his body, his hands gently touching and cupping your face.
"You okay?" He asked, his thumbs carefully brushing over the skin under your eyes. Just moments ago you were consumed by pleasure, and now you looked like a delicate creature with the way you trembled all over. Your eyes, your pupils still blown wide, were even teary. Remmick started to worry he had gotten carried away with you, but felt relieved when you nodded, the hint of a satisfied smile forming at the corners of your mouth.
"Never better," you murmured. You noticed the slight furrow of Remmick's brows, and you lifted your head to close the scant space between your mouths to kiss him, to reassure him you were okay. You felt his hands tighten their grip on your face ever so slightly. He kept your mouths pressed together until he decided to break the kiss one long moment later.
Remmick kept gently stroking and admiring your face as your gaze fell to the side. He noticed the slight frown that formed on your lips, and when he shifted his gaze to see what you were staring at, he quickly saw what had you slightly frowning.
Your shared meal, which was quick to be forgotten in the midst of Remmick "ensuring you grew big and strong", had witnessed the entirety of your passion. It was watching with its dead, vacant eyes, staring blankly at the two of you with how its head had lifelessly lolled to the side.
"Guess we had an audience," you commented aloud. You and Remmick then met each other's gazes and shared a laugh the second your eyes met.
"I feel embarrassed," you admitted between breaths and through your grinning.
"How come, sweetness?" Remmick asked. He carefully started to climb off of you, and you felt him slide out of you with a wet pop. "She's dead. She didn't see anything."
"But it's the fact that it looks like she was watching us," you explained. You took the hand Remmick offered to help you to your feet, and quietly thanked him when he handed you your clothes before continuing. "It's like if a doll was watching us, you know?"
"You're too cute, sweetness," Remmick replied. Your embarrassment of a corpse watching such an intimate act was as adorable as it was amusing. It seemed you still had some humanity left in you, but that was expected since you were such a young vampire. It would take much longer before you would be as nonchalant as himself about these things.
Once you were dressed, Remmick picked you up in one arm, adjusting you so you were comfortably sitting on his forearm. With his free hand he picked up the arm of the corpse, and then started to drag it back in the direction of your home.
"Come on, sweetness," he said to you, enjoying the way your hands clung to his shoulders, "dawn's coming, and we still haven't finished our little meal."
"That's true," you hummed. You trailed one of your fingers up and down Remmick's shoulder, leaning in closer to his ear. "I could go for a bite. And maybe then some."
You felt a thrill run down your spine at the wolfish grin Remmick flashed you.
Dawn may be coming, but your night with your creator was far from over.
"In the nail-biting climax of “Sinners,” vampire leader Remmick (Jack O’Connell) chases down Sammie (Miles Caton) as he tries to escape the carnage that the ghoul and his cohort have wreaked on the living.
Remmick catches up with him, and the two get into a fight. Sammie smashes Remmick over the head with his guitar before the vampire can sink his claws into him.
For the scene, which ends with the sunrise and the annihilation of the vampires, director Ryan Coogler submerged the cast and crew in a Louisiana lake. “There was no room for error,” says the film’s prosthetic makeup designer Michael Fontaine, who spent weeks planning, sculpting and molding castings.
To pull that sequence off, Fontaine built a fiberglass plate that went on Remmick’s head with magnets attached to it so that a fake guitar resonator could snap into it. “We have this plate on his head. It’s hidden by prosthetics and wigs, so it looks like it’s just his head, but there’s a whole structure under there. There’s tubing that pumps smoke and blood out of it,” Fontaine says.
Additionally, O’Connell had to wear long fake fingers, so he couldn’t use his hands all day. Massive dentures also covered his face and, to complete the look, he wore special contact lenses.
Elsewhere, his injured man look with burns and blood sores when he first appears took six hours to apply."
i. rockstar!remmick feuding with the media's favourite popstar, you
ii. fanning the flames
iii. going all the way
iv. in the studio
- eat that girl for lunch!
- how you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
v. going public
vi. learning the ropes
- back up and turn around, hands on the ground
- a little less conversation
vii. writing an album
- now i wanna hear my track, are you bumpin' that?
viii. getting complicated
ix. making a fledgling
- i think about it all the time
blurbs
- recording his song for him
- period sex blurb
written by @roomiesoreo
- keep it sticky-icky like lip gloss
- do you want the house tour?
- the holiday spectacular
80 years of rockstar!remmick: a series of flashbacks with remmick collecting his band members
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