Here's a little wip I've started. I've had this idea in my head for a few days now and have finally decided to write it down.
You stand slowly, stretching your arms high above you head. You feel his eyes trace across your figure, across the span of your back, down past your hips and the curve of you ass, settling on your thighs.
You continue forwards, leaning over the desk to reach one of the papers, before propping your elbows on the edge, moving your legs so your hips are pushed backwards, angled towards hakoda.
Holding the papers loosely in one hand, you begin to read the through them, although you quickly find yourself distracted by the sounds of him shifting behind you. The words blur together and it isn't long before you hear hakoda rise from the bunk and make his way towards you. He places his large hands on your hips and leans over so that his chest is pressed against your back.
"I thought you were too tired, old man," you say to him, hiding a smile.
"I've found a sudden burst of energy," he replies, hands moving up across your stomach.
Man sometimes I wish I had people to talk about my ocs to😭I'm not even good at art so I can't make art of them, all I'm good at is writing and even then not that good.
Anyway if anyone ever wants to hear about my ocs let me know, I usually have atleast one for ever show, film or book I've seen so yeah give me a name and I'll give u an oc lmao
༄ Hector is happily taking his time, two fingers deep inside of you as you lay together on your bed, his head resting on your shoulder so he can watch your expression as he croons his fingers just right, the ecstasy you feel spreading to him
༄ He just can’t help himself. He rocks his hips forward, breathing heavily as his erection drags across your thigh, the friction filling him with sweet relief
༄ Unconsciously, he speeds up his fingers, biting his lip to stifle his own noises so he can listen to you, focusing on your pleasure so he can seek his own. His cock throbs and leaks onto your skin, leaving a sticky wet trail as he rolls his hips back and forth
༄ He doesn’t last long, he can’t. You’re utter perfection, brows pinched together as you moan so sweetly, all because of him. He curses under his breath, trailing off into a high pitched whine as he comes, painting your leg white
༄ Despite his trembling, his fingers never still, working you up to your own orgasm and through it as he watches you through hazy, tired eyes. He’s flushed bright red now, out of breath and horribly embarrassed by his early orgasm, but he works through it
༄ Hector leaves quickly to grab a washcloth and wipe you clean, not wanting you to be uncomfortable after you’ve just given him the best orgasm of his life. He cuddles with you after, face to face so he can whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep
Yeah everything's fine! Sorry I disappeared guys, my sister is getting married in like 5 weeks and I'm the maid of honour so I've been rushing around planning everything. Plus ive been away for about 3 weeks, and I got sacked lmao and I'm applying for uni so yeah I've been super busy! But I still love sinners and have stuff planned, I shall return!
I can't stop thinking about the little noises oliver makes during the first sex scene in lady chatterley. I feel like it's so rare to hear men moaning like that I love it. And I can't stop thinking about remmick making those same sounds the first time he fucks you.
Remmick really wants physical affection in an extremely predatory and uncomfortable, but also genuinely desperate, way. He imposes. He stands too close, throws his arm over your shoulder when you’ve only just met, drools on your shirt, leans in towards your neck and … did he just fucking sniff you? It’s not to manipulate you into a false sense of camaraderie - it actually makes people more suspicious of him - it’s because he’s very greedy and needy. He wants hugs, and he likes a chase. He wants people to be close to him, and will take it as a challenge when they keep their distance. He likes to be as close as possible when he bites, with more physical contact than necessary for the act itself. Will probably spend some time nuzzling at or enjoying the warmth of his victim before he turns them.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒎𝒈𝒔: +18 ADULT CONTENT. EROGURO: erotique AND grotesque with: blood kink (and not, it's not period sex to your displeasure just kidding), very spit&bite kink, remmick kinda sofdom but a tremendous pathetic submissive masochist and the very dominant reader who enjoys some strange stuff (remember the eroguro thing!!!) lmk if i forget smt. | 𝒘𝒄: 1708 words.
for whoever is going to read it, a great read! <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)
just how deep do you believe? will you bite the hand that feeds? will you chew until it bleeds? can you get up off your knees? are you brave enough to see? do you want to change it?; THE HAND THAT FEEDS, nine inch nails.
"Come on, hit me."
You stared at him, your gaze burning as you took in the sight of that poor wretch on his knees, arms spread wide, a grin splitting his face to reveal rows of sharp teeth, thick drool dripping from the corners of his chin, his eyes alight with desire and an inherent submission to you. Your smile was one of triumph—it had been so easy to turn him into your bitch. Like this, begging for your rough touch: slaps and spits, squeezes around his cock slick with pre-cum, violent bites against his pale skin hard enough to pierce flesh, to make him bleed for you.
Remmick waited for you to hit him, his eyes half-lidded, languid and pleading with the false innocence of a lamb among wolves, trying to keep his purity intact. Pathetic. Because he was more corrupted than you, and that drove you wild. But you stood still, silent before him, arms crossed as if denying him the strike out of sheer cruelty—and maybe that was exactly it. You wanted to provoke him, to see how far he’d go. The man suddenly snapped his sharp eyes open, furrowed his brow, and repeated his request, this time in a velvetier voice, trying to sound emphatic:
"I asked you: please, hit me!"
"Remmick… My Remmick…" Your voice was just as soft as his as you stepped closer. He closed his eyes when he felt the tips of your nails trace his strong features. He loved the possessive pronoun—my Remmick—it touched parts of him no one had ever reached before. Except you. Then, abruptly, the hand that had been caressing him shot up to grip his bangs, yanking his head back in surrender—no, yielding. Remmick loved it even more when you were rough, pulling his hair, exposing his neck in such a dangerous way… He laughed, ragged, twisted pleasure flashing through his half-lidded gaze, lips parted, fangs bared, thick saliva dripping from his chin, betraying just how insanely thirsty he was for this.
You teased him:
"My Remmick can’t handle being mistreated for too long, can he?" Your fingers tightened in his hair, bending him just a little further to face you. Remmick didn’t hide (he never would) his delight at what was happening. He shook his head slowly, savoring the pressure and the slight sting of abused flesh—even as a vampire, his body still felt human sensations, maybe even more sensitive—and it drove him mad. Surrendered, begging for more. For you.
"Quite the opposite, my lady—" He laughed, mischievous. "—I go completely fucking insane when you hurt me. You’re doing me a favor."
You smiled, victorious.
The pleas of this vampire-man who drank your blood like liquor and in return fed your soul with his submission—this was your private, secret paradise, one no one could ever know about. His human soul somehow begged for human contact, and you were his idyllic dream of feeling like a man again. Meanwhile, his monstrous side—the transformed body he inhabited, which fed on blood and sometimes on human cruelty and stories—also craved the torment of being whipped, devoured, chewed up. And you offered both your liquor and your cruelty: the sensitive neck or wrist that bled for him, the teeth and nails that bit and scratched his flesh, the hands that squeezed and struck. And he wanted more, more and more.
Your heart raced with ecstasy at his words:
"If you say so—" Without another word, your other hand delivered a slap that burned against your palm and whipped his face to the side. He let out a "Wow!" before turning back.
"Again. Harder."
"Shut your mouth." Your voice was commanding. The hand gripping his hair slid down to press your fingers against his lips—a dangerous game, because at any moment, the vampire could bite you—making him pant against them. Your other hand struck him again, harder this time, the crack echoing in your ears. Remmick moaned, closing his eyes as you pushed your fingers deeper into his wet mouth, saliva now dripping from both sides, his rough groans mingling with the heat in his half-lidded gaze.
"Good boy, good boy… You know damn well that here, I give the orders, and you just obey, hmm?" Remmick nodded lethargically. When you slid your fingers out, his little whimper of desperation caught you off guard, making you laugh as you drank in his need. The hand now wet with his saliva returned to caress his face, his almost tender look nearly melting you. But immediately, you changed your mind, striking his cheek with that same hand. The hand that caresses is the same one that strikes.
Remmick let out a rough, drawn-out grunt, almost a prayer of gratitude on his lips.
"Oooh, yes! Yes! Keep going, please… I’m begging you." His voice was whiny now, his pleading eyes bursting with tears of blood, his need and fragile surrender guiding you in this intimate moment. Your grin split your face with pride, ecstasy and lust driving you to slap him again. And again, and again, until the real blood dripped from his nose, his eyes, his mouth. Remmick laughed, spitting his blood onto the floor. Driven mad by this strange frenzy, you grabbed him hard:
"Open your mouth for me, Remmick."
His eyes blazed, and in seconds, his mouth was open—saliva and blood welcoming your spit with a pleasure that came from the depths of his being, a ragged moan escaping him. Your saliva now mixed with his. Your lips crashed into his in an animalistic kiss, the iron taste of his blood on your tongue as you gripped his hair, his neck, now kneeling to be face-to-face, tooth-to-tooth, knee-to-knee with him. But always sovereign over his body, steering him in this dance, squeezing his narrow shoulders, gripping his throat like your hands were claws, pulling away from the kiss with a wet slop, a red string of saliva still connecting you before you moved to his neck.
Even without his fangs, your teeth were sharp enough to mar his skin, to tear into it with enough pressure, to make the vampire’s flesh bead with blood that you licked away—slow, wet—listening to his ragged, desperate little moans against your lips as they parted over his jugular. Just like he did to you. But always controlled, never draining or poisoning you. Thankfully, you didn’t need his self-restraint, so you bit him with hunger and want.
You were hungry for him, and luckily for you, Remmick had the exact flavor to satisfy your peculiar appetite.
Yielding, he let you rip open his button-up shirt, nearly tearing off those suspenders as you whispered wickedly:
"Damn suspenders… I don’t even know why you wear them if you use a belt… You’re such a silly thing, my Remmick!" His delighted chuckle met your ears as you bit his nipples, licked them, sucked them, then bit again. You bit Remmick all over, just as he did when you surrendered to him—when he devoured you with centuries of hunger. Now that it was your turn, you took full advantage, turning your attention to his face, completely twisted in pleasure.
You licked up from his chest, marked by your harsh bites—some where, beyond the teeth marks, droplets of blood fought like dew on delicate flower petals—before moving to abuse the other side of his neck, licking and biting, listening to him pant, plead:
"Harder, my love, I know you could tear a piece off me if you wanted…" You laughed against his neck, feeling his hands—his claws—brush against your bare shoulders, trailing down your back, making you shiver. And, a little hypocritically, you obeyed, increasing the pressure until his skin split, the bittersweet taste of blood and flesh filling your mouth. Swallowing, you swallowed him. Licking, mixing your saliva with his blood on his skin, painting him in this erotic, grotesque tableau. Your breath was heavy and hot against his cold skin. You reached his chin, licking away saliva before kissing him again.
Blood. Saliva. Iron. Honey.
Softness. Salt. Bitterness.
Caramel. Metal. Exploding in that kiss, growing inside you because, in the end, he had you in his arms. You cupped his chin with both hands, pulling his face away from yours—another string of saliva connecting you—breathless, while he groaned roughly:
"Fuck, man. Fuck, you make me want to devour you whole!"
"Then devour me."
His request was almost an order. His eyes burned you, his abused mouth filthy with blood and spit. You wanted to fuse with him right then. You smiled, sliding your hands down to his neck, squeezing, feeling the cold gold chain against your fingers.
Then he loomed over you, his hands cradling your face, fingertips tangled in your hair, the little chain swaying between you. Remmick smiled, and you closed your eyes:
"Spit on me." You ordered. Remmick froze, devouring you with wide, opaque-red pupils. Now it was your turn to frown at his sadistic amusement. Oh, he— Without thinking twice, you slapped him hard. Once. The sharp crack made his head snap to the side, but he slowly turned back with that teasing little smile—provoking you. So you struck the other side. Your hands gripped his throat:
"Now, spit on me, damn you! That’s an order!"
"Now we’re speaking the same language, my love…" he whispered. "Open your mouth wide for me."
Your body trembled at the gravity of his tone, your heart nearly stopping as you felt the shift in the air, the atmosphere of this little room—which to you felt like Hell itself—changing slowly. Remmick, even with those pleading eyes, revealed himself now as the one who takes your hand to strike himself, only to caress you with his own afterward. The truth flickered in the corners of his ruby eyes, in his bloody smile, in the way his body seemed to grow over yours. And you wanted it. So your mouth fell open, eyes still wide to take in the sight of sin in human form—saliva mixing with his own blood, a thick strand dripping from his lips into yours.
Now, the dance would be led by another.
Now, it was Remmick’s turn.
And you couldn’t be happier, feeling his hand caress your face, preparing you for what came next.
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: so, i'm on my period, totally out of my mind, already rewatched sinners like three times, and i'm not okay at all. then, i was just chilling when these images popped into my head, and i thought, ‘why not!?’ i’ve also been reading a lot of interesting stuff from other people here that helped feed THIS in my fertile mind—thanks to everyone involved <3. AND just in case: IT WASN’T ME WHO WROTE THIS. not the real me, rsrsrsrsrsrssrsrsrsrsr :)
Most of the time Remmick tops for Sammie; he's so out of control and sexually demanding, not necessarily in a BDSM Dom way but in an overeager I'm just thinking with my thousand year old dick brain way. And Sammie likes that-eventually. It took time for him to get used to it. But he does like it. It's that closeness and heaviness.
On the other hand, when Sammie tops Remmick, Remmick genuinely loses his mind, is crying and drooling and making a mess of himself. Completely unable to control his reactions. And every time Sammie is just like. Wow.
This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.
I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.
Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.
He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.
Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.
He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.
He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
HES A MUNCH.
Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.
I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.
He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.
You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)
Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.
Remmick is the type of guy to make a ton of vampires just so they can be your audience while you perform. He's so down bad he makes them all stand there and listen to you as you do a full set. And because of the hive mind, his love for you and your voice goes through them and you end up with a hundred vampires all screaming and cheering for you. But like it's literally just him lmao
Smoke x Annie x remmick except remmick isn't actually involved in their relationship, it's just smoke and Annie being happily married and remmick sleeps on the end of their bed like a dog
Annie who has bound Remmick under her control and uses him as a guard dog from time to time. Smoke and Stack have targets on their back from the Itialians mafia, the Irish gangs, and the Klan, so having a literal monster to protect you from human monsters is useful.
If Annie can't get him to leave permanently, she's going to put him to work.
Smoke hates it at first, always on edge and worried the devil will turn on Annie, but he takes more faith in her power over time. He tries thinks of Remmick as one of his fellow soldiers on patrol and sleeps just a touch easier.
Remmick sleeps in a hole under Annie's house during the day, close by if she needs to call on him. He patrols the land through the night, resting at their feet when it is safe and watches them sleep, both admiring and jealous. Safe and sound, wrapped in each other's love.
