SYNOPSIS : ♡ your mother thinks remmick persuaded you to join the trip because he wants the two of you to repair your relationship. in reality, her boyfriend has spent the entire drive waiting for the chance to slip across the hall and into you. word count : 3k
CONTENTS : ♡ mdni 18+ human! remmick, mom’s boyfriend! remmick, implied age gap, infidelity, possessive behavior, taboo pseudo-familial dynamic, dddy kink, light brat! reader, light mean! remmick, rough sex, rough handling, degradation / humiliating dirty talk, restraining, light spanking, vaginal fingering, protected p in v sex followed by condom removal, external ejaculation, cumplay, messy sex, overstimulation, nastayyy. based on this request !
Your friend’s face had only just stopped freezing into blurry squares when she began complaining about how abruptly you had abandoned her earlier, totally unconvinced that losing signal halfway through rural Alabama was a valid excuse for ending a call without saying goodbye.
“I told you, there was nothing but trees and cow pastures for almost two hours,” you said, settling deeper against the hotel pillows with your phone propped beside your bare thigh.
The thin camisole had ridden up just enough to bare the soft curve of your lower stomach, and the cotton panties between your legs already felt a little too warm, the crotch clinging faintly to the slick heat that had been building ever since Remmick’s hand brushed the small of your back in the lobby. “I couldn’t even get Spotify to load, and my mom kept trying to make conversation like trapping me in a car with her boyfriend was supposed to heal our relationship.”
The so-called family trip had been her idea, though Remmick had done most of the convincing after you refused twice.
He had leaned against the kitchen counter wearing the patient expression he used whenever your mother was watching, telling you in his slow drawl that spending a weekend together might do everyone some good.
The entire time, his eyes had followed the hem of your shorts whenever you moved, lingering with enough familiarity to remind you of every evening he had found an excuse to slip into your bedroom or pull you into the garage after your mother went upstairs—his big hands shoving your shorts down just far enough to get at the wet cunt he’d already trained to clench at the sound of his boots on the stairs.
Now she was asleep in the room across the hall, blissfully unaware that her boyfriend had been fucking her daughter behind her back for nearly three months.
Your friend was midway through telling you about some man she had met at work when three measured knocks landed against your door, loud enough to pull your attention toward the entryway.
“At one in the morning?” she asked as you carried the phone with you, angling the camera toward the carpet. “Girl, do not open that door unless you know who it is.”
Through the peephole, Remmick stood beneath the yellow hallway lights in a faded T-shirt stretched tight across the broad plane of his chest and loose sleep pants that hung low enough on his hips for your imagination to conjure up something below. An empty ice bucket hung from one hand. His dark hair was mussed from bed, several strands falling over his forehead, the shadow of stubble rough along his jaw. Nothing about his posture suggested he had wandered out looking for the ice machine by accident—the soft gray cotton of his pants did a poor job of hiding the heavy shape of his cock along his thigh.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” you said, already ending the call despite your friend’s immediate protests.
When you opened the door, Remmick’s gaze dropped from your face to the thin camisole stretched over your breasts and continued down to the panties sitting low across your hips, the waistband dipping just enough to expose the smooth skin below your navel.
The hallway remained quiet around him, but his jaw shifted as though he were biting back something considerably less polite than a greeting.
“What do you want?” you asked, leaning against the frame without making any effort to cover yourself.
Remmick lifted the bucket slightly, the harmless prop looking almost ridiculous in his hand. “Your mama woke up askin’ why I was gettin’ dressed,” he murmured, glancing toward the other room before returning his attention to you. “Told her I was goin’ after ice.”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re at my door,” you replied, although the smile pulling at your mouth ruined whatever innocence you meant to imitate.
His eyes narrowed with quiet amusement as he stepped close enough for his chest to brush yours, the warm skin radiating through the thin cotton of his shirt. “Reckon you already know the answer to that, don’t you?”
You let him inside and barely managed to lock the door before his hand closed around the back of your neck, fingers spanning wide. The ice bucket landed on the dresser with a hollow plastic thud, forgotten as Remmick turned you against the door and kissed you with all the restraint he had been forced to show downstairs.
His mouth tasted faintly of toothpaste, his stubble scraping your chin while his free hand slid beneath your cami and squeezed your breast hard enough to draw a muffled sound into his mouth. The full, soft weight of it filled his palm, flesh yielding and spilling slightly between his rough fingers as he kneaded, thumb dragging over the stiff nipple until it throbbed.
“Paradin’ around in this with me right across the hall,” he muttered against your lips, pinching your nipple between his fingers until your back arched. “Then you wanna stand there and ask what I came for like you ain’t been waitin’ on me.”
“I wasn’t waiting,” you lied, winding your arms around his shoulders as he dragged his mouth down your neck, the heat of his body pressed you harder into the door.
Remmick caught the skin between his teeth before soothing the bite with his tongue, careful to keep the mark low enough that your mother would never see it. “That why you answered the door with your ass hangin’ out?”
His palm cracked across it before you could respond, the sharp sound filling the room as your hips jolted against him. The plump cheek bounced under the impact, heat blooming instantly across the smooth skin in the shape of his hand. The sleep pants did little to hide how hard he already was, his cock pressing heavily against your stomach while he kissed you again and ground into you without shame, letting you feel every thick inch.
“You came over here carrying an empty bucket like a pervert,” you whispered, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to rake across the firm plane of his stomach and the dark trail of hair leading lower.
The insult changed something in his expression, soft amusement giving way to a darker hunger as his hand tightened around your throat. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to steal your breath, only held you there while his thumb pressed beneath your jaw, feeling the frantic flutter of your pulse.
“Keep runnin’ that mouth,” Remmick warned, his voice lowering until his tone grew rough around every word.
You smiled because provoking him was easier than admitting how thoroughly he had gotten under your skin, although your confidence began to slip when Remmick turned you away from the door and crowded close behind you. One broad hand settled at your waist while the other pressed between your shoulder blades, guiding you backward across the room as his body remained flush against yours. He pushed you onto the mattress, pulled your panties down with one impatient tug and shoved your knees apart.
The bedside lamp threw warm light over his face as he looked between your legs, watching the slick shine across your cunt before dragging two fingers through it. Your folds were puffy, swollen with arousal, and his touch remained teasingly shallow, spreading you open rather than giving you enough pressure to satisfy anything, thick fingers shining with your wetness.
“All this from watchin’ your mama’s boyfriend stand in a hallway?” he asked, rubbing your clit with the wet pads of his fingers.
Your answer broke apart when he pushed both fingers inside you, curling them until your hips lifted from the bed. Two thick digits buried knuckle-deep in the hot, velvety grip of your cunt, your walls fluttering greedily around them as he worked them slowly despite the urgency written across his face.
Slick sounds filled the room every time he pumped them, your juices coating his fingers while Remmick studied every clench around his knuckles as though he had nowhere else to be and no sleeping girlfriend waiting across the hall.
“Quit teasing,” you complained, reaching down to grab his wrist when he deliberately slowed, your pussy visibly pulsing around his fingers.
“Thought you weren’t waitin’ for me,” he reminded you, withdrawing his fingers and wiping your slick across your lower lip. “Open.” You sucked them into your mouth, tasting yourself as Remmick watched with his lips parted.
His cock jerk visibly beneath the soft fabric of his pants at the sight, and whatever patience he had left disappeared as he pulled his hand free and stripped off his shirt. The broad expanse of his chest was flushed, a light sheen of sweat already gathering along his collarbones and the dark hair scattered across his pecs.
The condom came from his pocket rather than the ice bucket, proof that the visit had been planned long before he left your mother’s bed.
You laughed at him for it until he caught your hips and rolled you onto your stomach, forcing the laughter into a breathless moan when his palm landed against your ass again. The impact made the soft flesh ripple, the sting from earlier reigniting.
“Real funny,” he said, pushing your cami up around your ribs and pressing your cheek into the pillows. “You’ll be laughin’ when she asks why you can’t sit through breakfast tomorrow.”
The foil tore behind you, followed by the slick sound of Remmick rolling the condom over himself. He rubbed the covered head of his cock through your folds, coating it in your arousal before pressing against your entrance. The first thrust forced you farther up the mattress, his girth stretching you gradually despite how wet he had made you. Your pussy lips spread wide around the thick head, then clenched tight as inch after inch sank in, the condom shiny with your slick by the time he bottomed out. He groaned into the back of your neck when your body finally took him to the base, his heavy balls nestled against the curve of your cunt,warm and full and pressing firmly against you.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, holding himself deep as your walls fluttered around him. “Always actin’ spoiled when this is all it takes to shut you up.”
Remmick drew almost entirely out before driving back inside, quickly abandoning any attempt to keep the bed quiet.
The headboard knocked softly against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, one hand gripping your hip while the other remained planted beside your face.
Each thrust pushed the air from your lungs and made the cheap bedframe squeak beneath you, the wet, rhythmic sound of his cock driving into your soaked cunt loud in the quiet room. Although the risk of someone hearing only made you push backward harder, your ass meeting every stroke.
“You’re gonna wake her up,” you gasped, turning your head enough to look at him over your shoulder.
“Then quit makin’ so much noise,” Remmick replied, even as he caught both your wrists and pinned them behind your back. His hips struck your ass harder, the rough slap of skin joining every broken sound you failed to swallow. The force made your cheeks bounce and jiggle with every impact, his balls swinging and striking wetly against you. “Anybody hears us, they’re gonna know exactly what a homewrecker you are.”
The words sank straight into your stomach, tightening something hot and humiliating until you clenched around him. Remmick felt it immediately, laughing under his breath as he bent over you and drove his cock into the sensitive place that made your thighs tremble.
“Damn, you liked that,” he rasped beside your ear. “Daddy’s nasty girl likes bein’ reminded she’s spread out for her mama’s man.”
You twisted against his hold, trying to free one hand so you could touch yourself, but Remmick kept your wrists trapped and pulled you back onto every thrust. “You’re the one cheating on h-her,” you managed, the accusation weakened by the moan following it.
“And you’re the one beggin’ me to do it,” he said, releasing your arms.
He pulled out of you with a wet drag, the sudden emptiness making your cunt clench around nothing, then turned you onto your back. The mattress bounced beneath you as he settled between your thighs and pressed the thick head of his cock back against your entrance before sinking in again, the stretch returning all at once while he hooked one leg over his shoulder.
The new angle pushed him deeper, every rough stroke making the condom drag audibly through the mess coating both of you. Your other leg was spread wide, knee bent, the position leaving you completely open to the heavy, punishing rhythm of his hips. Remmick watched your face as he fucked you, sweat gathering at his temples, his chest heaving.
His rhythm faltered when you reached between your bodies and touched the edge of the condom at his base. Remmick caught your wrist before you could tug at it, his expression turning serious despite the way his chest heaved.
You answered by tightening your leg around his shoulder.
Remmick withdrew with a low groan, stripped the condom from his cock and tossed it toward the wastebasket. He was back between your legs before you could complain about the emptiness, rubbing his bare tip over your entrance as his thumb spread your swollen folds apart. The flushed head looked even thicker without the latex, shiny with your arousal and his own leaking precum.
“This what you wanted?” he asked, pushing the head inside and pausing there, making you feel every warm inch he had denied you. “Wanted your mama’s boyfriend fuckin’ you raw in a hotel she paid for?”
“Ye-Yes!” you moaned, digging your nails into his forearm.
The sound that left him sounded almost cruel as he sank back inside, bare skin gliding through the slick mess gathered between your thighs. The difference was immediate—hotter, every ridge and vein dragging along your sensitive walls as your cunt stretched wide around him again. The coarse hair at the base of his cock pressed and brushed against your swollen pussylips with every deep thrust, the wiry dark texture a stark, intimate contrast to the smooth, wet glide of his shaft buried inside you.
Remmick cursed and dropped his forehead against yours, his composure breaking when your cunt tightened around him without the thin barrier separating you.
“Greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned, pulling your other leg around his waist before pounding into you. “Been squeezin’ me through that rubber when you knew this was what you needed.”
You held onto him as the bed rocked beneath you, kissing him messily whenever his mouth found yours. Saliva shone across your lips, his hand bruised your hip, and every thrust pushed wetness farther down onto the sheets. Remmick kept whispering reminders about who was sleeping across the hall, calling you spoiled and shameless while his voice grew strained enough to reveal how close he was getting.
Your orgasm rose too quickly to hide, your thighs closing around his waist as pleasure tightened through your stomach. Remmick slipped one hand between you and rubbed your clit with rough, hurried circles, refusing to slow even when your heels dug into his back. Your pussy was fluttering wildly around him, walls rippling and clenching in desperate pulses.
“Come on, brat,” he demanded, pressing his mouth against your ear as your body began to shake. “Come on Daddy’s cock before I make you spend the rest of the night tryin’.”
The threat pushed you over, your cunt clenching around him as the room blurred behind your closed eyes.
Remmick covered your mouth when your cry grew too loud, fucking you through every trembling pulse until overstimulation made you squirm beneath him, your thighs twitching and your cunt still spasming greedily around his bare cock. His balls drew up tighter against his body as he kept thrusting, the heavy weight of them still pressing into you with every stroke.
His own release followed with a hoarse curse. Remmick pulled out at the last possible instant, wrapping one hand around his slick cock while thick streaks of cum spilled across your stomach and the bunched fabric of your camisole. Warm, heavy ropes painted the soft skin in messy white lines, some reaching as high as the underside of your tits, the rest splattering lower across your belly.
He stroked himself through the last twitch, then smeared the mess lower with the head of his cock, watching it spread across your skin with an exhausted, crooked smile. A few drops had already begun to slide toward the swollen, well-fucked lips of your cunt.
“Look at you,” he murmured, running his thumb through the cum before pressing it against your tongue. “Mama’s right across the hall, and you’re laid out covered in her boyfriend.”
You sucked his thumb clean before biting it lightly, earning another sharp slap against your thigh.
Remmick remained between your legs until his breathing settled, his softened cock resting against the wet mess at your thigh he had left behind while the hotel air conditioner rattled beneath the window.
A muffled vibration eventually came from his abandoned sleep pants. Remmick reached down, checked the message from your mother and muttered a curse when he saw her asking whether he had found the ice machine.
“You’d better fill that bucket,” you whispered, smiling as he reached down with one hand, tucking the warm, damp length of his cock into his pants.
Remmick leaned over the bed to kiss you, his fingers briefly tightening around your jaw. “Stay awake,” he murmured against your swollen mouth, glancing at the ruined sheets before giving your bare thigh a possessive squeeze.
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your house is quiet, still. remmick is standing on the porch, looking through your bedroom window. you left the curtains open for him, you always do.
he grins to himself and steps in, kicking off his shoes at the hallway.
he carefully steps into your bedroom, not to wake you up. he doesn’t want to wake you up, not yet, you look so beautiful and peaceful while sleeping.
he lights some candles for light, to see your face better.
then he cuddles up next to you on the bed, pulling you to his chest.
you sigh in your sleep, but don’t wake up. you instinctively lean on him.
remmick starts stroking you gently as you sleep, his hands slowly wandering to your breasts.
he gently squeezes your nipple, making you whimper.
”shh, easy”, remmick cooes.
he descends even more, feeling the wetness of your cunt on his fingers.
”dreamin’ ’bout me?” he chuckles.
he starts circling his thumb on your clit, slowly.
you let out a soft moan in your sleep.
remmick chuckles and keeps going, softly drawing circles on your clit.
you squeeze your thighs together, making the sensation even stronger.
"greedy", remmick says.
he takes his two fingers and shoves them inside you, staring to pump them in and out.
that’s when you wake up.
you part your eyes, seeing remmick next to you.
”w-what..” you mumble. you feel a wetness between your legs, you just squirted on him.
”shh, baby, m’sorry f’ wakin’ ya up”, remmick cooes.
”don’t stop”, you say. remmick smirks.
you feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he hooks them inside you, being knuckle-deep inside your cunt.
you moan and push your head deeper into the pillow.
”she loves it, huh?” remmick chuckles.
you nod, looking at him. he looks so handsome in the candlelight. red eyes fixated on you.
remmick starts going slightly faster, teasing your clit with a force so strong your legs shake, pumping his fingers inside you, wet smacks echoing in your bedroom.
”a-ahh, fuck, remmick-”, you moan.
”that’s it, baby, come f’ me”, remmick cooes.
you do. it’s an overwhelming sensation, running through your body like lightning. your legs are shaking as you squirt more on his fingers.
remmick withdraws his hand from your cunt and pops his wet fingers inside his mouth, moaning around them.
”mmh, fuck, taste like honey”, he purrs.
”i got somethin’ special f’ ya tonight”, remmick says.
”what is it?” you ask him.
remmick takes out rope from the floor.
your eyes widen.
”aww, don’t be scared, baby”, remmick cooes.
he slams your wrist against the bed frame and starts tying you up, repeating the motion with your other wrist.
then it’s your legs, he ties them up as well.
soon you’re completely at his mercy. the rope feels tight around your wrists, and when you try to move, it seems to get even tighter.
remmick climbs on top of you. you’re trembling a bit. ”baby.. ya scared?” he asks. you shake your head. ”liar”, remmick chuckles.
you know he could rip your throat open at any given moment. but he won’t.
remmick starts pulling down his pants, letting his cock free.
it’s big and hard, flushed at the tip, which is already leaking precum.
he lines up, rubbing the tip against your entrance.
then he starts pushing in, slowly. he wants you to feel everything.
you let out a whimper and he bottoms out, balls glued to your ass.
then he starts thrusting, hard and fast.
his hips are snapping against yours in a brutal movement, making your head spin.
”fuck, yes, ya feel so good”, remmick moans.
he leans in, going for a kiss. his lips crash against yours hungrily as he starts licking into you. his tongue goes straight inside your mouth, twirling against your teeth and gums, then against your tongue.
remmick’s moaning inside your mouth, almost desperate.
he suddenly puts his hand around your throat and squeezes hard, making your eyes water.
you can’t breathe.
he keeps choking you while fucking you, his nails digging into your soft skin.
you try to gasp for air, but it’s impossible. you’re starting to feel lightheaded, his grip on you is impossibly strong.
”ya like that, slut?” remmick says with a smug grin.
you do like it.
he finally releases you, and you start immediately panting and coughing.
”aww, poor baby”, remmick cooes. ”ye’re doin’ so good f’ me”, he says.
the rope around your wrists tightens as he slams himself inside you. the bed is shaking.
remmick starts going slightly faster, his pace becoming sloppy.
he leans in and starts kissing on your neck. then come the teeth as he starts gently biting and sucking your neck, leaving behind love marks.
he sinks his teeth into your skin, making you cry out in pain. he licks the blood off, chuckling.
”baby, i’m ’boutta-”, he moans.
then he buries himself deep inside you for one last time, his warm cum pouring inside you in thick ropes.
he crashes on top of you, nibbling on your neck.
”i’m hungry..” he murmurs.
”you know you can do it”, you say.
remmick kisses you softly. ”mm, ye’re so good f’ me”, he purrs.
then he sinks his teeth into your neck again, this time deeper. you scream.
he starts gulping down your blood, slurping loudly.
he’s moaning while drinking your blood, like you’re his salvation.
you’re starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the blood loss, but you don’t tell him to stop.
remmick keeps his hands softly on your cheeks as he drinks, caressing your skin.
then he stops, licking his lips. his mouth and chin are covered with your blood.
”it’s yer turn”, he says. ”what do you mean?” you ask.
remmick bites into his own wrist, letting blood pour out. he holds it on top of your face so that the blood drips on your lips.
”drink”, he says.
you obey, putting your tongue out, swallowing his blood.
it tastes metallic, but there’s also an almost sweet aftertaste.
remmick watches as you drink his blood, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
he wipes your mouth with his fingers and kisses you with his bloody lips.
then he starts releasing you from the restraints.
once you’re free he takes you into his arms and starts giving you a series of clumsy, wet kisses.
”we’re bound now, forever”, he says. ”ya ain’t leavin’ me, ever”, he adds. you nod and breathe in his scent. blood and sweat.
OKK this was short and sweet but hope you enjoyed it!💋
✦ Summary | You can’t tell what draws him to you, what gets you so wound up. Maybe it’s that polite disposition, the one that you wouldn’t expect a boxer to have, or maybe it’s that glimmer of something more in his eyes, something far beyond fighting in a ring. All you know is you need him in your bed.
✦ Word Count | 8.6k
✦ Warnings | MDNI 18+ get the fuck outta here, Smut, Reader is very sure of themselves, Lion gets lost in the sauce, Titty Sucking, Breeding Kink, Calling Reader ‘Mama’, Mutual Pining/Yearning, P in V, Fingering (F! Receiving), Mention of Pregnancy, Alcohol, Creampie, Dacryphillia, Both Lion and Reader implied to be tipsy but both are consenting VERY enthusiastically.
✦ A/N | OMG yall it hasn’t been a half a year in between fics! This was originally supposed to go up in January but shit happened and now its March and I have a broken leg 🫠 . You’d think with all the time off you could write but who knew when you’re healing from surgery you need a lot of sleep and rest?? Certainly not me. But my New Years Resolution is to post a bit more frequently and I’m trying my hardest to stick to it. Up next may be a lil Cook fic but who knows👀👀. A sweet and sincere thank you to my beloveds @madkingcrowley and @flixpii for beta and warning reading for me!! I hope you enjoy <333
Now Playing: Knuckle Velvet - Ethel Cain
"This really is some party huh?" He hears a voice over his shoulder say in such a sarcastic tone he could practically hear the eye-roll.
Before he could even realize who it was, much less that they were speaking to him, you settled into the worn couch cushion next to him, dressed in, what was to him the prettiest mundane sweater he had ever seen. It gave you a warm, homey feel, as if you both weren't in some fight bookies living room where he was pretty sure you two were the last coherent people left in the home, instead, a vision of you, wrapped up in his sweater holding each other close in a little home far away from any troubles left here came before his eyes before he had to swiftly blink them away.
"I um.. I don't think its that bad" He rambled out with a polite chuckle as he quickly reached for his empty solo cup, anything to busy his hands to keep them from their notorious shake.
As soon as the your airy giggle settled in his ears, he was hit with a wave of warmth that rivaled the bit of alcohol blooming in his stomach,
"You can say its shit Lion" You chuckle as you swirl the dark liquid in your plastic cup.
"I'm the one who had to put this whole thing together, and now look, we're the last sober ones" There was a playful lilt in your voice as you gesture around to your surroundings to make your point, which was evident. His own brother was in the kitchen, not so subtlety swaying as he talked animatedly to a few, equally tipsy people, no doubt trying to sell Lion's fighting dream that wasn't his at all.
"I had to do all this shit last minute, putting together some sorry excuse for my boss to ring in the new year plastered, and I'm left to pick it up . That's not fair right?" The annoyance and frustration evident in your tone. There was something so beautiful about you when you're riled up like this.
Its not fair, and he knew that better than most. Fighting for the satisfaction of others with no personal benefit is all hes known for what seems like centuries. He wonders if you were the way he could get out of all of this, a juvenile dream of running away from both of your responsibilities together to open that little laundromat that seemed like the promised land. A quick little courthouse wedding between just the two of you because that's all you need, taking you in the wedding bed in your shared apartment, listening to the airy moans that were your syrupy declarations of love and adoration for him. He quickly shook himself out of those dreams and tucked his hands in his lap before adjusting in his seat.
"No, that's doesn't seem fair" Lion spoke, clearing his throat as he desperately tries to keep those thoughts that play at the front of his mind at bay.
"You know what, we deserve to get drunk too, fuck forever being stuck as the responsible ones" You sling your arm around the mans strong shoulders, the warmth in your skin radiating, melding into his.
"I have a game we can play", the hum in your voice playful, right on the edge of a giggle. Here you were, so close, and he could see all the little details of the face that's transfixed him since the first time he ever laid eyes on it. What would really be the hurt of getting tipsy with the person that haunts his every waking moment. You were right, everyone else was already waking up with a hangover, whats two more?
"..It's called Truth or Drink, its easy! You either answer a question, or you drink" The grin playing on your mouth glimmered in the shitty overhead lighting of the living room, putting the finest jewels to shame as it glimmered as you plopped back onto the couch , placing your armfuls of various alcohol on the little coffee table in front of you both.
Settling into your seat, you cant help but feel a juvenile giddiness, like you're doing something wrong, or that may be couple previous drinks you've been sipping on finally catching up to you. With the hands of a surgeon, you steadily pour the dark liquid into shitty little plastic cups, prepping your shots for the game. You watch the cinnamon drink swirl into hypnotizing little pools.
"Here, I'll go first, give you a chance to think" You coyly tease, watching as you catch the tips of his ears begin to redden.
"So" You begin, fully facing him now on this tiny couch and more than aware of your knees brushing together as you bring your legs up to sit criss crossed. "Who picked the name 'Lion'? You or Stan"
He glances over to the open kitchen, watching his brother stumble and talk animatedly, no doubt recollecting some half truth story about him.
"Stan, said my fightin' reminds him of one" his voice is steady, like hes not actively trying to remember just how long ago that was, where Walter stopped and Lion began.
"Cute, y'know I only see Lion on all the fight schedules, whats you're real name?"
"Aren't I supposed to be the one askin' you a question now?" the man quips back quickly, like hes actually been listening to you, its a nice change from the rest of the men in your life.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, consider it a part of my original question"
"Its uh.. It's Walter, Walter Kaminski" His words brought a little smile to your lips. A cute name for a cute man.
"Well" You grab his hand, not too rough, and shake it like you're meeting him for the first time instead of him being sat across from your desk at least once a week. "It's a pleasure to meet you Walter Kaminski"
The use of his name, not some persona, not some idea of what he should be, it made warmth bloom in his chest. He wore a coy little smile on his lips, only showing the smallest hint of those fang like teeth.
"Alright, my turn" his words were mockingly stern, like a child whose just learning to share.
" I get to ask two questions now, after you cheated".
You're quick to gasp in faux offense
"I did not!"
"Yeah? How many questions do we do per turn because I feel like you're cheating?" He's crossing his arms now while he glares at you, on the surface it does look pretty intimidating, if you didn't know him you'd probably hightail it to god knows where. But, you can see him struggling to suppress a small laugh playing at the edge of his mouth. That's all you needed.
"Fine!" You throw up your hands in surrender
"You can ask your questions I guess. Y'know for a boxer you sure do whine and complain a lot"
The man across from you searches in the recesses of his mind, anything question he could scrape up. It felt as if his thoughts were on fast forward while his body was on pause. So many questions rushing though his head, whats your favorite food, favorite movie, do you like him? Like really like him, or are you just trying anyone else that's sober to pass the time with? How would you feel with his head in between your legs, are you noisy? Lion bets that you are with your quick wittiness and sharp tongue, its how you are in his dreams.
"So.. uh.." He doesn't mean to stammer it out the way he did, his fingers are wringing the hem of his nicest sweater.
"Do you, ya'know, come to these things often?" Why was he so nervous, god he felt like a 12 year old asking his crush to the school dance.
You giggle a bit at his nervousness, leaning over to take your hand and playfully pat it on his stubbled cheek.
"Oh Lion, That isn't what you wanted to ask is it?" You coo with a slight cock of your head, your eyes not leaving his.
"But no, I'm not much of a party person, more of a homebody. Go on, ask what you want, I'll give you your extra" With a poke to his chest, you settle back into the crook of the couch, curling around the drink you've been intermittently sipping all evening.
You watch as he quirks a little smile, gazing to the side as he searching for that question he longs the answer for, anything he wants to know.
"How do you.. How do you like your coffee in the morning?" His eyes twinkle something mischievous at the question, that little knowledge of something so intimate. Something that he'd know when he wakes up before you on lazy mornings where he'd nudge your sleeping form awake gently to meet you with whatever you wanted.
"You can't be serious Lion, that's the best you could come up with!" Your eyes can't help but roll at his seemingly boring question
"Honestly, I'll take any caffeine I can take with all the shit I gotta do, but preferred? I do have a bit of a sweet tooth, if you load it with creamer or sugar, you'll have my heart" You giggle a bit through your confession, almost just how at ease the man across from you in,
You take a sip of the drink in your hand, grimacing a bit at the sting that rides the back of your throat.
"My turn now, we really gotta teach you how to ask questions or we're both gonna end up more sober than when we started".
"Have you ever got a concussion? Y'know like knocked out cold?"
It's a miracle your words are as even as they are. You feel the cozy warmth of liquor flow through your body, The man soon got his footing when it came to questions, finally giving you an excuse to drink. He somehow looks even prettier with alcohol in his system, he has a warm glow about him. The flush that was once just punctuating his face soon spread to his ears, coloring them in a sweet pink hue.
"Yeah, 'think I've got a couple concussions under my belt, but no I've never been knocked out, most of my fingers've been broken more than once though" He punctuated his words with a slow flex of his fingers, which upon further inspection are littered with little scars and have a faint tremble about them, they're somehow just as beautiful as his flushed face.
"Holy shit Lion, and they still work?!" You shouldn't have sounded as curious as you were, you just couldn't help it. It ignited a morbid curiosity in you, surely the human body wasn't meant to withstand the amount of battery that Lion goes through, To you, its crazy he could still flex them.
"Can I uh.. Can I touch 'em? Your fingers?" You don't know why you felt the need to clarify, of course you were talking about his hands, surely nothing else.
He gives you a brief look of surprise, like hes shocked that someone is interested in him, invested in the stories that the scars and broken bones have to tell.
"Knock yourself out" He said with a little laugh, holding out his hands to you as if he was showing you his latest manicure.
His hands were strong, fingers wide, thick, you can't help but imagine how nicely they would feel caressing your face or curling up into you. They're scarred and calloused, but somehow still so soft. You cautiously graze your fingers across his knuckles, taking both of his hands in yours and lightly holding them. You brush down their length, tracing over ever little bump and scar as if they could tell you their stories and what they've seen.
Lion hisses in front of you, taking in the air cold and sharp.
"Ow..Fuck" His words are laced in pain, gritted as his brows brows knit together in a grimace. You had never dropped something from your hands quicker. Your eyes shift up quickly to meet his, wide with concern, searching his Lion's face for any explanation on what you did wrong. Instead, you're met with satisfied, relaxed chuckles and a warm smile, radiating into the space surrounding the man.
"Augh! You are such a fuckin' asshole!" Your words are punctuated with a quick punch in the chest.
"I'm sorry! I am!" He said in the middle of a fit of laughter, bringing his hands up to block anymore of your upcoming attacks.
"You're real funny! I thought I hurt you! What'd you even do that for? Is that the signature move that gets all the girls to 'kiss it better'? " The sarcasm is dripping from that last line, crossing your arms dramatically. Something in his eyes seemed to shift a bit, deep behind those sweet, ocean eyes you couldn't help but get lost in every time you saw him. There was more of a flush at the tips of his ears, now going all the way down his neck. He held his hands out once more.
"Y'know, I've heard its the only thing that'll stop 'em from hurting" The sentence comes out shakier than what was probably intended, not the cool and smooth line he was most likely intending it to be. That didn't matter to you though, what left him seemed far more sweet than some macho man routine, more honest.
You can't help the smile that comes to your face, with a playful roll of your eyes, you lean down until you are met with the vision of the man's jagged knuckles.
"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we?" The tone of your words are gentle, whispered as if it they were only for his skin to hear as your lips were pressed against his hands. Carefully, as if he'd shatter if you pressed to hard, you leave a kiss on ever little bump, shifting your gaze to meet the man who couldn't pry his eyes away from your form. The warmth in his skin was delicious, a little hotspot sprouting on every mark you kissed. Too soon for his liking, you parted from him, setting his hand back in his lap.
"Better?" You ask earnestly, you're only met with a nod.
"Good, I get to ask another question to pay for the emotional damage your little prank put me through." Lions starting to think he may like the teasing, that's the only explanation for the little sparks firing at his nerve ending and down to the pit in his stomach. He watches as you run your fingers down the fabric of your skirt, smoothing it out. He can't help but think about how much he wants to get underneath it, hike it up by your hips and show you just how good these fingers can make you feel.
"Just make it good" He tries his hand at teasing, the light words feeling unfamiliar in his mouth. He's holding his cup as if it could protect you from seeing just how much you have an effect on him.
"When have my questions not been good? I gotta think about it for a sec"
There's a beat of silence.
"Do you like fighting Lion?" It's a genuine question, one laced with sincerity instead of the usual playful lilt.
"Because it seems like Stan likes fighting, you though, I'm not sure"
There was barely enough time for a breath after your words before Lion took a swig of his drink, pretty much finishing the cup in one gulp. You watched his body language closely, it was as if he had turned to stone under your voice, stilling all of those fidgety movements you had gotten so used to, instead his hands were borderline white knuckling the plastic as his eyes tunneled into the side of your face. That gave you more of an answer than anything.
"What would you do if you could anything, money wasn't a problem and you could do anything in the world?" That question makes him loosen a bit, no longer statuesque, instead you see him fidgeting with his hands once more, like he doesn't know what to do with them.
"I uh.. I'd run a dry cleaners, Kaminski Cleaners, wanna have people lookin' better than when they come in, clean 'em up real nice y'know?" His words are soft, like hes embarrassed about how much they mean to him. Hes looking at you with the sweetest gaze that has your heart doing flips.
"Y'know what you should do is run a laundromat with it, so people can wash their clothes and get their dry cleaning done at the same place." You say with a smile, something genuine and heartfelt and he beamed. He was so passionate, sharing his little escape with you, the closest thing he could get to heaven. That didn't sound too bad to you, a little slice of blissed out domesticity only for the two of you.
He shines at your suggestion, that you had taken him so seriously, not even playing it as a joke for one moment. Maybe his daydreams are more rooted in reality than he once thought.
Breaking the welcomed stillness that surrounded you, you stand up, grabbing his hand to pull him along.
"Hey.." Your eyes can't help but glance down to his lips, perfect and bite-able as they stay ever so slightly parted.
"Do you wanna continue our game somewhere else?" The question doesn't get even get a chance to hang in the air before hes standing up, your thumb running across his knuckles was all the coaxing he needed. You didn’t need to ask. He was willing to go anywhere with you.
"Yeah.. yeah that sounds good with me" He shoots you a sweet smile as he desperately tries to ignore the rapid surge of blood now flowing down to his lap, grabbing the nearest bottle of liquor under the guise of continuing your game as he comes to his feet.
You keep his hand intertwined in yours, leading him like an ever-loyal puppy behind you, bringing him to the hall that was across from you both. The idea of a room with a door seemed nice, a luxury you were willing to pay for to keep your night with the man going. There had to be a bedroom in this house somewhere. You try the doors, all locked but one, the spare bedroom. You open the door wide for him to see, making a grand gesture with your arms as you lead him inside.
"Would you like me to lead you to your room sir?" You ask in a dramatic voice, an over exaggeration of some TV show butler at its best. He snorts a laugh, you giggle back in response as you shut the door behind you.
The muffled sound of music of the party felt deafening as the door latched behind you both, watching as he timidly sat at the edge of the the mattress running his hands over the worn knees of his jeans, its cute. The bed dips under your weight as you sit down next to him, pressing your legs together in a way that shot heat down your spine. His legs felt solid, no doubt from years of training his muscles meticulously, but here you could feel the hint of a tremble, anticipation from what you both knew what awaited you in this bed.
As if it had a mind of their own, your hand finds itself on his jean clad knee, running small circles with your pointer finger. You feel his legs tremble at your soft touch, the slightest hitch of his breath, how you had such an effect on him with the lightest graze of your finger. You can't help but take in sight of his face- eyes bouncing from his wet doe eyes, wide and swirling with desire, to his lips, perfect and soft, every so slightly parted as he couldn't rip his eyes from you. Your hands snakes up his bouncing thigh and with a sly little smile, finds his hand and intertwining it with your own, the clamminess bringing you a sort of comfort.
You feel his eyes on you, the warmth building in your face as those perfect eyes spend what feels like forever looking at you, like he wanted to make sure he didn't miss a single freckle, a mole, anything so he could perfectly recount your face and relay its sheer beauty to anyone that would listen. You face him, coy smile playing on your lips to hide your sudden shyness at his unabashed attention, tilting your head sweetly as you not so subtly stare at his lips.
"What're you staring at like that pretty boy?" A playful tease falls from your mouth as you draw little circles on his thumb.
You couldn't even take your next breath in before you felt his lips collide into yours, desperation seeping into your mouth. At first its a mess of spit, soft flesh on flesh until you mutually reach a rhythm and melt into each other. Your eyes flutter close, heightening every little sensation. You feel the scape of his short cut stubble on your cheek, the soft strands of his hair as you run your fingers through the length and down to the nape of his neck, wrapping that stupid little rat-tail he somehow made look cute around your finger with a muffled giggle.
Those once trembling hands, now bold with need, hold steady on your face. You feel as one stays planted against your cheek as if to keep you in his grasp forever, the other begins its exploratory endeavor as it slides down your jawbone and rests comfortably around your neck. These hands, capable of so much violence, now set your body alight. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, keeping his head tenderly cradled in your palm. His mouth feels softer than you dreamed, nipping and biting your lips in a way that had heat pooling in your core and soft whimpers flowing back into him. The hand on your neck slowly guides you down until your back hits the plush of mattress, carefully as if you were made of porcelain.
With the man on top of you, he slots his knee in between your legs in what seems more like a way to stabilize himself instead of adding to your dreamy pleasure. That was until you feel him bring it to the crotch of your jeans, adding the sweetest bit of friction that had you mewling into him sweetly. Both of your arms wrap around his neck, hands curling up to brush those sweet brown waves with your fingers.
Your head is swirling in a way you choose to blame on the oxygen deprivation instead of the man in front of you and his tongue exploring your mouth, tracing over you and your own tongue likes hes trying to memorize its taste. You tug at the short length intertwined in your hand, illiciting a groan from him that rumbles against your lips. You part from him for a moment to catch your breath, biting his lower lip on your way out, causing a quick and playful growl to leave his chest as you giggle on your back, struggling to catch your breath.
Lion was also trying to keep his breath steady, chest buzzing and vibrating with adrenaline and need. He smiles a small, lopsided smile that showed off those little fangs of his that you've grown to love the feeling of them nipping you. He takes in the sight of you, lightheaded and and underneath him and hes never felt more in love until this moment, he needed to see you like this more often.
He brings is forehead to lean on your own, bodies only centimeters apart like it caused the man physical pain to not be as close as possible. You felt him pant with a little chuckle at the back of his throat. You figured this was a welcome little break, something short to kind of come down from the initial rush, until you feel his stubble scrap near your temple and a small kiss on your forehead, then on your cheek, then you feel his lips press a messy kiss right under your ear as his hands make their way to your waist
"Can we uh.. can we take this off" he pleads, sounding out of breath as he tugs on the hem of your sweater, so sweet and polite with it.
It takes a second to process what he says before you nod with a doting smile, pressing a kiss more tender than whats usually used just for a hookup on his forehead, brushing his hair back a tiny bit off his head in a sweeping motion.
"Yeah..Yeah, Go ahead Lion honey" You mumble against skin and you watch his eyes glean with the promise of your permission. Not wasting any time, he takes the offending sweater and bra off in quick movements before setting them on the floor with the alcohol, seemingly wanting nothing to stand in his way.
Your nipples perk at the sudden chill of being exposed in contrast with the warmth they were just enveloped in. You shudder slightly and gasp at the sensation, the nerve endings intertwining that with the feeling of the man leaving sloppy kisses and bites on the junction of your neck, gasps and moans floating out of your mouth. That nose, the one crooked from the sheer amount of times its been broken, the one that would feel heavenly nudging against your clit, presses against your neck in the wake of his kisses. It roots and nudges so prettily as his sucks and bites take him down your clavicle. Its as if hes trying to leave any remnant of him he can intertwined with your very being. The kisses weren't heated, not one blinded by the lust of a quick fuck. No, they felt different, softer. They felt motivated with the deep infatuation of a lover, an action where they can finally pour all of their adoration out of themselves and lace their bites with the feeling.
"I ha I don't think you're nearly naked enough" You hum a tease as you kiss his hairline, letting a breathy moan escape you as he decides to dig his canines particularly hard in your collarbone. You feel around for the bottom of his own shirt before tugging it off, earning a small whine from Lion like it caused him physical pain to separate from your chest for the mere moment it took to get the fabric over his head.
His skin feels smooth under your fingers as they travel to the hem of his boxers that are just peeking out of his jeans. You let your nails graze the skin of his hips and around to his back and you swear you could feel the rumble of a purr against your sternum. His clothed hips grind into you, hard cock brushing against the fabric of your pants just right in a way that has your head buried deep among the pillows and a hand in his hair as you mewl in hot pleasure.
You notice him pause for a brief moment in the center of your chest before continuing his ministrations . His breath shudders as he places open mouth, needy kisses at the edge breasts as his nose nudges the fat, almost as if he were a blind babe searching for food. The soft whimpers leave his lips, almost as if he were laying his head fully on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, hips not ceasing at all.
There was something sweet about his cautious deep breaths, a man who could take anything he wanted, but still too wary to ask for it. His saliva pools on the soft skin as he gets sloppier with need, little incoherent noises that belong only to your ears leaving him in his wake. Breaking the heat of his mouth, a cold drip occasionally splashes on your skin in a way that took a moment to realize what exactly it was. His sweet tears every so often dropping to meet his spit as his hands hastily try to remove your jeans, lifting your legs up momentarily to leave you in your panties, certainly not your sexiest pair by any means but with the way Lion's glossy eyes stare at the wetness in the fabric, its as if you were wrapped in the finest lace and silk.
While hes momentarily on his haunches, straddled over your bare legs, you finally get a chance to look at him. His lips, kiss-bitten and pink from his dedication to not leaving a single part of you unmarked, his sweet eyes, wet and glossy with need, but for what exactly you didn't know, and finally, his stomach. That smooth plane that got peppered with light hair the lower you went, and just how desperately you yearned to follow that sparse trail. Your eyes don't break from his, reflecting back straight to your soul that causes you to coo. Sweetly, you cup his face and draw him back to your collarbone, your thumb rubbing up and down on his temple.
His head lays there, chin set in the middle of your chest so he can stare at you with all the adoration in the world. All the dreams of waking you in your shared bed with your too sweet coffee finally coming closer than they ever have before. Your nails scrap his scalp as he hums, hips moving against yours in a smooth rhythm.
"What are you whinin' for honey? I can't know what you want unless you tell me" You coo in a teasing tone, fingers never stopping their soothing work. Curling the strands around one of the weaved in digits, you give them a playful little tug earning a quiet, gasping moan from the pliant man.
You slowly, teasingly, trace your fingers over his flesh with the lightest touch you can muster. You treat him like hes a caged beast and that once wrong out of place movement could be your downfall, so you touch him with an animals caution.
You scoot him up a bit, moving his head so its right on top of you as he holds himself up with the sturdy arms of a boxer, fingers traveling back down to the cool button of his jeans. With lidded eyes, you lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, sensual kiss where you take the lead this time. It catches him by surprise, only hesitating for a moment before melting into your touch.
There's a symphony of small moans and giggles intertwined with kisses, the feeling that this is far from the last time you both will be doing this. You pop the button and are immediately met with a groan of relief, tugging them half off and leaving the rest for him to kick to the ground. With ease you find the heavy weight of your prize in your palm. The front of his boxers sticky and soaked with precum, tip leaking like a faucet.
You separate from his lips and are met with the gorgeous sight of weepy eyed Lion, face ever so slightly flushed with need.
"Tell me what you want Lion?" the words leave in a hushed hum, lips still brushed against his. You're met with a pleading gaze as he feels your thumb softly graze his slit, a shudder down his spine being your reward.
"I need words" to punctuate your request, you hold your thumb over his tip, stilling all movement.
"Shit ha, I um..I" He stammers with the newfound need to vocalize what he wants. Whats the extent of what he could ask for before it was too much? He wanted to take you on every possible surface that seemed like it could hold up your weight, he wanted to get you out of that cramped, damp closet they insisted was your office, that's not where he wanted the future mother of his children to be, somewhere unhappy. If you'd let him, you both could run away from everything keeping you both down, shack up quick and start your own little family even quicker. Was that okay to ask for now or should he wait til the morning.
A couple little tears cascaded down his face. You couldn't help but think about how pretty he looks when hes crying. He really didn't mean for it to happen, you were everything he had dreamed about and your hand just felt so good wrapped around his cock, even with it stilled. With a free hand, you reach up to wipe the streak from his face, pursing your lips to let out a sweet little tsk, a smile fighting to emerge.
"I want to.." His eyes looked so pretty when he was too worked up to ask for what he wanted. That's why you held his head, stilling it to make him look at you. "You um..you have really pretty tits.. wanna suck 'em while I make you feel good" God this felt humiliating in all the right ways.
Hearing him on the brink of tears ask you to such a menial thing had a new wave of wetness slicking your core. Lion, who has single-handedly brought down men double his size with a single punch, was now weeping and begging on your chest, it made your head spin with all sorts of delicious pleasure.
"Oh sweet boy" You slowly start to move the hand wrapped around his cock. Immediately, a shuddering breath escapes and warms the skin of your neck.
"You wanna suck on my tits as you finger me? Is that right?" Using his ever-flowing precum as lube, your soft hand goes up and down ever so slowly, causing a flow of little curses and moans to leave the boxers mouth, all while he makes sure he keeps his eyes open for you. Every time he had shamefully imagined it was your hand wrapped around his cock rather than himself it hardly compared to how good you felt. He nods at your words in acknowledgement.
You giggle at just how much you have an effect on him, shaking your head sweetly which was met with a minuscule grimace on his face, dissolving quickly as soon as you graze his tip with your thumb.
"I've got a better idea Lion, are you ready to listen?" You tease, he nods his head quickly, sweet whines flooding your ears.
"You can suck them, its so sweet you even thought you needed to ask, and even sweeter you think of me first. I'm gonna keep touching you, but if you cum-" You don't even get a chance to finish the sentence.
"'m not gonna cum" He says with surprising boldness, a boldness that makes you chuckle at his eagerness.
"Good, then there's no need to worry pretty boy" The words flow from your mouth playfully, kissing him briefly on the lips with a short passion that has his face warming as you pat his cheek. The newfound nickname having more of an effect on him as he'd care to admit.
With your unneeded permission still hanging in the air, he takes in a deep breath and sweetly, he begins to place kisses and notably rougher bites on your collarbone. Bites that you could tell would bloom welcome red and purple bruises come morning. Those pointed canines you had always loved to see in his sweet, lopsided smile now dug deliciously into your skin. The sharp pain would be quickly followed by the warmth of his tongue lapping at the wound, the feeling had you rubbing your thighs together and your grip on his length tightening momentarily, a short groan quickly following.
You felt his mouth inch closer to his desired destination, what he yearned for so deeply but felt like he couldn't have. He nips up your breast, those teeth sending jolts down to your core as if he wanted to draw the pleasure out for you. How thoughtful. Experimentally, he prods the sensitive bud with his tongue, licking it softly before biting once again, this time drawing a sweet mewl from your lips that had his cock somehow stiffening even further in your hand. You quicken your pace, rubbing up and down his shaft. You feel the tremble of his arm which is now reaching up to pinch the soft nipple hes not currently latched on to, twisting ever so delicately with his thumb and index finger. Drool and saliva coats the sensitive nerve, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly as he goes back and forth between sucking and biting. The sharp scrape of his teeth is almost enough to send you over the edge by itself. That was until you felt his other hand now slide down your side and dip into your panties, sliding them down until they were notched around your knees. He dips an exploratory finger in your slit, shuttering and his eyes widening a bit at your sheer wetness.
"Holy shit" He mumbles against your skin in astonishment, it made you realize just how blue his eyes were, glimmering and gleaning like the surface of a still lake as he peered up from your breasts. You hummed in pleasure, feeling his notched fingers drag against your slit deliciously, his knuckle catching on your clit in a way that had your thighs clamping around his arm with a jolt to your core.
"You're.. you're so wet, fuck..baby" You can swear you feel him whimper around your nipple, honestly, you can barely make out anything with the way his fingers deliciously made your head swirl. Those fingers, those knuckles scarred and trembling from countless punches hes thrown rub your walls just right, so right that every babbling, weepy word coming from the mans mouth sounds as if its underwater.
There's a warmth in your stomach beginning to bloom, spreading straight to your core. It feels as if a tsunami is about to crash on top of your limp body. No man had ever made you feel anywhere close to this, regardless of if you were imagining Lion on top of you or not. His fingers wobbly began to circle your clit, it had your back arching against the mattress and your hand falling from his cock to press against his chest with a worried look on your face, eyes quickly falling to his, glossy and wet with need as he nips your bud, sending another jolt down to your core.
"Lion..Lion wait!! Wait 'm gonna cum hold on, let up!" You push against him, first on his stomach, solid under your hand. In desperation you reach to his wrist, gripping it so tightly that you're briefly afraid that you'll cut off his circulation. You can't help but dig your feet into the mattress, squirming around his arm as if you can escape the impending crash of pleasure you can feel building rapidly.
Tears prick in your eyes, you just cant help it. It feels as if you're drowning, sinking down to the bottom of a pool with weights on your ankles. Your fingers weave into his hair, tugging the strands a little rougher than intended, but that didn't matter in this moment of desperation, it felt like you were going to die. You force his eyes to meet yours, searching his in borderline plead, any little glimmer of mercy while his cheek laid on your sternum, placing the sweetest little kisses on the fat on your chest and looking at you as if you'd hung the starts. It feels so overwhelming, everythings crashing in at once and you cant stop the tears when they start to stream down your face, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to keep it from wobbling.
"L..Lion I'm serious! Quit it!" You beg, a wet sob ripping from you as his circles become tighter and quicker.
Why the fuck did he have to be so hard headed?
"God fuckin' damnit!! You're.." You gasp, you feel as if your brains on fast forward and your body's on pause. There's a warm knot deep in your core that is one tug away from being undone.
"You are such a fuckin' asshole~" And just like that there's a tingly wave crashing over you, soaking his hand that's circling your clit so hard you're afraid it'll make his arthritis act up. One hand still woven in the soft strands, the other has you half propped up, trying to desperately back up from the hot pleasure you're gasping to get away from, head cemented to the pillow with a new coat of sweat plastered on your forehead.
You feel as if you're above your body, the burning pleasure of his slowing circles the only thing keeping you from floating away. There's still spit glossing his puffy lips as he parts from his chest, his pupils blown out as he looks at your splayed out form up and down. A little cum-drunk grin shines on his face, his pointy canines that have made themselves known on your skin glistening in a way you can't pry your eyes away from.
He props himself up on his forearm, using his free hand to cup your cheek with his whole palm, messily brushing the stuck hair off your face as you gasp for air. His second hand still hasn't ceased, only slowed down to soft circles in a way that has you clenching around nothing.
"Shhhh.. Shhhh" He hums as you hiccup and catch your breath, your eyes cant stop bouncing from his pink lips up to his wet eyelashes. Without moving his hand from your cheek, he slips his thumb in between your lips and you can't help but softly suck. The sensation bringing you a little closer to your body.
"I've never seen somethin' so gorgeous in my entire fuckin' life" Lions flushed face has such a sappy grin on it you can't help but think hes imagined this exact scenario before in great detail. You wonder he thinks about you falling asleep on his chest in the same way all your dreams end.
He presses his forehead against your own, you giggle a little bit at feeling the longer part of his hair stuck to his head with sweat. His chest shakes with a deep breath, shuddering as he feels your fingers run through his hair until they end up sweetly twirling that stupid little rat-tail. You end up taking his thumb out of your mouth just enough to have the digit pressed against your lips, pouted in a sweet kiss against the skin.
You feel as he wipes away the drying tears from your cheek before pressing a playful kiss against your pout, biting your lower lip in the process with a coy grin.
"I need to be inside you, is that what you want baby? You want me to fuck you?" He coos, bobbing his head slowly in rhythm with his words as if he were asking how you were feeling that morning.
You don't think you've ever agreed to something quicker, nodding dumbly as you spread your thighs wider to allow him to slot himself in between your legs, slowly bringing his length up to your entrance as he eases his tip in. There's a dull pain from the stretch it takes to accommodate him, a delicious sting that's everything you've dreamed of. You can't help but clamp down on the welcome intrusion, a quiet whimper escaping your lips and your legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in deeper until his hips are flush with your pussy.
It takes him a second to gain his composure, here he is feeling your walls pulse around him like a waking wet dream. Everything is so much better than he could've possibly imagined, colors dancing behind his closed eyes as he tries his hardest not to cum on the spot. His shuddering warm breaths brushing against your ear as he tries to keep his composure.
"You're ha.. you're really tight.. and warm.." He groans against your skin, trying his hardest to keep his voice even.
"and jus' as sweet as I thought too" He mumbles underneath your ear, placing a kiss under the lobe.
Slowly and with the utmost care, you feel as his hips withdrawal from yours until he was almost entirely pulled out, illiciting a sweet whine from your lips at the lost warmth almost immediately.
Then with a sudden newfound force, he rams his cock in you in one solid go, moaning against your skin as he does. Your nails dig sweet crescents into his sturdy biceps, those arms you spent an embarrassing amount of nights imagining wrapped around and holding you close, scarred hands cupping your chin to keep your eyes on his face, shimmering with a newfound need to have him so close you can't tell where you start and he begins.
The sticky sound of skin slapping against skin ricochets off the walls, thank god for the music playing in the living room or the entire party would know exactly who was buried deep in your pussy, at this point you don't even mind, the wet squelch that echoed every time he thrust made that abundantly clear. You couldn't help but writhe underneath him, desperately trying to escape the warm pleasure crawling through your veins, causing warm tears to leave tracks in their wake.
Lion's shoulders shook as his thrusts grew increasingly sloppy, as if he couldn't bare the sheer milliseconds it took to pry his hips away from yours . Again and again he slammed into you, that beautifully curved head brushing against that spot that made you see stars and your cunt tighten around him with a groan. Your head buries into the pillow, one hand reaching up to take the headboard in a death grip, anything to try to keep your bearings and prevent your sliding up and down the mattress in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck honey.. you gettin' close?" He looks down at you with a sweet gaze, gasping out his words only to be met with a dazed nod in his grip. You're met with a pointy smile, the smile you wanted to see in your wedding photos.
You're barely able to hold onto his words, it takes significant effort to make out what it says.
"Good, so so good.. 'm gettin' close too. You gonna let me cum in you? Fill this sweet pussy an' make you a mama? You'd like that wouldn't you?" His thrusts speed up as you gasp, your nails dig into his arm so hard you're afraid you'll draw blood. You shakily nod, but it does nothing to stop his rambling.
"You'd let me give you a baby.. let me take you away from all this.. away from this shitty office, this life, get you a cute lil' place far away where you can help run my business all knocked up.." He leans his head against yours once more, waiting in the air for a brief moment before capturing your lips in a needy, hungry kiss. Nothing but teeth and heated moans.
His hands quickly travel to the backs of your thighs which stayed knotted around his waist, lifting and bending them until you could swear your knees were up towards your ears.
"You'd look awful cute with a belly, knew it when I first saw you" He mumbles in between kisses, that wave creeping back up at a threateningly quick rate. You feel as he grows close, sloppy thrusts with a ring of cum coating the base his cock, a noise you never knew could be music to your ears.
One of his hands travels down your stomach, lingering for a little longer than you'd intitally expected before you feel those bruised fingers brush against your clit, your walls tightening around his length in response. He slowly beings to circle, a stark contrast between the desperate slams of his hips while his free hand keeps you bent. It was all too much, too many sensations at once. There was so much happening and not enough time in the world for your body to catch up to anything. The burning in your thighs, the sharp nips of Lion's canines on your lips, the slickness dripping down your ass, your brain couldn't keep up.
"Wanna.." You gasp against his lips, eyes opening and glimmering into his own. "Gonna cum Lion! God…please" You beg, but at this point you don't even know what for.
He chuckles, his deliberate circles speed up to get you there in time with him, it was as if a dam was cracking under the pressure of a flash flood.
"Let go, come on, cum with me…lemme fill you up..make you a mama" He begs desperately, a few stray, pent up tears falling from his eyes as his hips speed up, slamming the headboard into the wall so hard you felt the room may cave in on you both.
Just like that a heavenly warmth spreads deep into your lower half as your back arches, legs spasming as your own orgasm collides with his into a warm bliss. Your heart races as his thrusts begin to slow into soft occasional pumps, your head spinning as you try to catch your breath, shuddering and shaking underneath him.
Sweat-slicked and heavy, he lowers your thighs back down to the bed as he slowly pulls out, his cum pooling and dripping out of your entrance much to his dismay. With a brief grimace the man takes two fingers, scooping his seed back to where it belongs nestled inside you, the action causing a shaky breath to exit you. He chuckles at your sensitivity, earning a glare even in your dazed state.
Still reeling and swirling, you feel as you're drawn into the fighters arms, pulled close to his sweaty chest underneath these strange covers. A chaste kiss is quickly placed on your forehead as you close your eyes in content at the combination of the mans racing heartbeat and the welcomed rubs of your back by his broad hand.
"Hey Walter" You mumble sweetly, feeling your soul settle back into your body as you tilt your head to face him, feel his scruff rub against your skin.
He hums in acknowledgment, the hardest orgasm of his life having yet to leave his body.
"You wanna go get breakfast in the morning?" You smile, brushing his wet hair back out of his face.
"Then you can tell me the how you like your coffee" The words are light and teasing, but steeped in a tender sincerity.
You feel his breath slowly begin to steady, the thrum of his heart still beating against his ribs as you feel a little whirlwind of a content sigh tornadoing in his chest, coming out with a coy smile attached.
humbly begging for more knight Remmick i love it so much 😭
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based on @thlaylisden 's art of course 🙂↕️
Your legs ache from the hours they’ve been pushed up against your chest. Every part of you is dampened– sweat, drool, seed. He pushes you into the featherbed with each desperate thrust.
“I missed you, princess,” he pants.
Your voice is too hoarse to protest. You can hardly even arch away from his mouth as it meets your breast once again.
“I’ve dreamt of you,” he groans, circling his hips. “Fucking you until you cried like this.”
His cock nudges a spot inside of you that makes you sob, grabbing his arm.
“I love your cunny, mo stór… she waited for me… so kind of her.”
“Sir,” you hiccup. “Sir, please… I need- ngh, I c-can’t just keep going,” you bawl, trying to explain your plight. “Please, I need re-st!”
“Rest?” he repeats, head snapping up. He says it like it was stupid of you to ask.
It probably was. You see his devil-red eyes and blink through your tears.
“I’ll let you rest, mo ghrá,” he coos, pulling out.
He moves painfully slow, making you feel every inch slipping out of you. There’s a resistance that makes him laugh.
“You don’t want me to go?” he teases.
The filthy dribble of cum and slick that follows has you gagging. He finally helps you straighten out your legs. You wince at the tenderness.
“Should be good and bred by now anyway,” he teases with a fanged smirk.
He kisses down your body, leaving puddles of drool in his wake. His thumbs rub gentle circles on your hips. You sigh, sinking into the blankets. A heavy sleep begins to wash over you. It’s almost as though that’s what he wants. Like he’s lulling you into a sense of security.
SUM : Your Knight swears his devotion to his future Queen.
જNOTE : The server has been nonstop with Knight!Remmick by @thlaylisden 🤭 so I had to make sure I feed the agenda or else. Thank you to @bloodsuckingfiends for beta reading 🫶🏾
CREDIT : 18+mdni, oral sex (fem receiving). power imbalance, princess/knight dynamics. Foot job! . Leg humping. Slight! Roleplay if you squint. Shameless smut actually! . If you see any error on medieval terminology, my apologies! Wc: 3.2k
A loud knock startled you, forcing you to pause from your daily reading. You tried to ignore it, hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and leave you alone but it happened again. Heavy and loud, an intrusion you wished to be hanged for treason for annoying the princess in her state of relaxation.
"Come in!" You shouted.
The armor's metal gleamed with the flicker of light from the candles first, and then the red cloak brightened like a beam in the night, catching your attention.
You sighed heavily. "What is it, Ser Remmick?"
"You were not at the party this evening."
"Oh really? Who told you that?"
"The walls have ears, Princess." He stepped forward, not fully into your chambers but at a respectable distance for his standing. "Your father asked me to bring you."
You rolled your eyes. "Spare me. I wasn't planning on going anyway."
"Your father, the king—" he reminded you sternly, as if you're not constantly reminded enough, "—said he wanted to see you—"
"Please, he doesn't want to see me. He wants to keep up appearances for his guests. Show them a fairy tale of a father and daughter who are happy."
"If it were true, it's still rude to miss your father's birthday celebration—"
Your groan interrupted him, loud and obnoxious. The type of groan a teenage daughter would give to a parent—but it was far from it. He was your knight, the one who swore to protect and serve you. The one who was capable of killing another for your honor. A duty he doesn't take lightly you've noticed, based on many occasions in which you were threatened by opposing foes in your father's wake.
You trusted him, he trusted you. A pledge written in the stars. But trust can only go so far.
“What will you do when you become queen?" He questioned, "You will rule one day, become the people's hope. You can not keep ignoring your duties to the throne—" he stopped when you slammed the book you were reading shut. "— and… to your father." He continued cautiously. " A princess does what she is asked of, a Queen does what's needed—"
“If I were Queen," you ignored his words of wisdom. "I would do whatever I want without a rude knight occupying my every move.”
"Interesting dream," he huffed a laugh, "but I'm afraid that is impossible."
"And why is that?"
"Your father wouldn't allow it."
"Oh don't be so sure." You quipped, standing up from your bed. "And maybe, I'll find a knight who'll let me be. Someone who will do whatever I say."
For as long as he's been your knight, he's been at your heel 24/7. Constantly monitoring your every move and decisions— something your father no doubt instilled in him to do.
"I do whatever you say," He said with offense, "that is my duty—"
"No, you do whatever my father says. Not the same."
You walked across the room until you met the round table stationed a few feet away from Remmick. You placed your hand on the table, admiring the makeshift layout of the kingdom, wooden figures created by hand that were given to you by your father on your tenth name day— a small gift in hopes that you would understand what you would rule over one day once he meets the same fate as your late mother.
"Could you close the door for me?" You asked.
Remmick bowed his head, turning to shut the doors of your chambers.
"My father, the king, has enough puppets in his hand. I, for one, refuse to be one of them." you grumbled, "He rules with a fist, I want to rule with my heart."
"And what does your heart say?"
Your gaze found his, "I'm…I'm not sure. But I am sure that I will find it when that day comes." Your gaze dropped, "For now, I want to hold what little freedom I have in this kingdom and not go to a party filled with cunts who my father will hope I marry someday."
You knocked over the figure shaped like a knight, something Remmick noticed straight away.
"Come now, I have an offer to make."
He watched as you trailed around the table, stalking over to the edge. You faced him, giving him your full undivided attention— eyes boring into him like a storm waiting to happen.
“As your Princess, you would do anything for me, yes?”
Remmick's lips quirked, "Of course, but what are you getting at?"
"So… as your future Queen that also still stands?"
"Yes." He said, unsure of what you were trying to pull.
"A Queen," you said slowly, "deserves to have the highest loyalty in the kingdom. Trusted servants and people who believe in her— are willing to bring her comfort and satisfaction on all accounts. Someone who is devoted to her and her only. " You crossed your arms over your chest.
He tilted his head.
“So…as your future Queen, I commend you, ser Remmick—"
His eyes widened at your next choice of words.
"I want you to get on your knees and swear loyalty to me. Not to my father, but to me and me alone.”
It wasn't a request, much less a command. It was your birthright, what you were destined to be the moment you came into life.
He didn't have to think about it. He took a few steps towards you and then slowly got down on one knee, eyes never breaking from yours. Loyalty and devotion at the front.
"As your knight," he breathed, the words flowing out as a testament to his sworn allegiance. "I will serve and protect you."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
You frowned slightly, unsure if his words were fully true. "You will do as I say with no questions asked?"
"With you, there will be no questions for your words are true." He said, bowing his head "My duty is to you and you alone. Anything you want from me shall be granted no matter the price to pay."
He shuddered when he felt your hand soothing over his head, fingers curling through the thick black strands.
"I am devoted to you—" he lifted his head, eyes peering up like a guard dog embraced in its master's love. "Your Grace."
The moment your hand found his face, thumb brushing over his cheek, he nuzzled softly into your skin, shutting his eyes in content. He inhaled harshly and then exhaled softly, relief suddenly found in the palm of your hand.
"What a loyal dog you've become Ser Remmick." you cooed, "Perhaps you deserve a reward for showing me how proud you are of me?"
His eyes snapped open.
"Princess—" a strong tug against his scalp corrected him. "Y-Your grace?"
"Sniff." You commanded.
He turned his head, nose burying into your palm. He took a deep sniff, breathing in the small scent of your hand— the smell of old wood and parched paper, things you touched while you've been declaring your position of power. His lips found your skin and he placed a sweet delicate kiss, shutting his eyes once more, delivering more and more without a complaint in sight.
He turned your hand over, his lips finding the back of your hand and he placed a kiss there too. "Y-Your Grace, I give my life to you and you alone. I will do whatever you ask of me."
"Show me."
"Let me bring you relief," he started, "let me worship you as one does a God."
You didn't need to ask what he meant, you've seen that look before, that hunger deep in his face— the type of look a man with nothing to lose had to offer.
"Oh, Ser Remmick, do you deserve that sort of reward?"
"Please," he begged, "I shall do my duty in making sure you are satisfied."
"Very well."
His mouth watered when you grabbed your dress to pull it up, the bottom half of it sitting over your hips, holding it tightly in place.
"Eat."
He crawled closer to you, his gloved fingers finding your hips. He inhaled sharply when he caught sight of your exposed gem hidden underneath, waiting for its knight to claim.
You spread your legs open, inviting him to taste. "Well?"
"Thank you, your grace. I shall make sure I don't disappoint."
"Good."
He kissed along your knee first, then over your plush thighs. Breathing in the heavy scent of you the closer he got. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading open more for his head to nudge between your legs.
He kissed the inside of your thigh, licking at the warmth spread over your skin. And then he found your cunt waiting, begging for him to come closer and closer— like a bee to honey. A gracious feat that no man could ever deny.
He pressed his nose in first, breathed you in, shuddered at the sweet smell of your warmth.
"Ser Remmick," you said, breathlessly, white-hot need brewing in your core. "Don't tease."
"I'm sorry, your grace."
He kissed your mound with love, using his hands to hook over your bottom to press you closer.
His mouth found your cunt easily, flicking out to lick over the short coarse hair, perfectly content in his role as your makeshift lover of sorts.
He guided you to spread yourself further open, cunt opening up to him like a treasure chest, and when his lips found that sensitive bud he craved oh so dearly— sucking you in like a man parched. Your knees buckled immediately, your weight dropping over his face.
"S-Ser Remmick—" you gasped, knuckles going white around the table.
Your moans sharpened when the tip of his tongue circled over, a light vibration ringing through his mouth at the taste of your undoing.
He bared your weight with honor, tasted you with grace, melted into the sweet sounds of your voice— duties fulfilled at the utmost highest regard.
One of his large hands found your waist, beckoning you to do as you please, pulling you forward so that your cunt could roll over his face— his nose digging into the heat of your body. He sniffed, unashamed, committing you to memory for nights where he will have to spend his time alone in the coldness of his chambers.
"S-Ser—" you dropped the title when his tongue dipped past your folds and into the source of your core. "R-Remmick!"
When you looked down, your face sizzled with warmth at how deeply his eyes were staring up at you. Dark and hungry, swirled with a mix of want and eagerness to swallow you whole.
He pulled his mouth away just slightly, not wanting to be too far. "Y-Your grace— you taste divine, like the richest wine one could acquire." He licked his lips, cleaning off the slick with pride. "Will you grant me the honor of serving me more?"
"M-More?"
"More."
You nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.
"Thank you, your grace."
He didn't waste time diving back in, licking you clean, greedy for more. He guided you to rock into him, your cunt grinding down on his face. He stayed completely still on his knees, his trousers growing tight— his cock filling with an ache he'll deal with after.
Unless you were to grant him another reward for a job well done.
His nose kept bumping against your clit, forcing deep gasps to slur from your mouth.
"G-Good— right there—"
His tongue found its way to go deeper, feeling your cunt catch around him, igniting a soft purr to brew from his chest.
Your back dug into the edge of the table, your hips no longer yours to control for he held onto you tightly, forcing you to roll over his face harder— his hand squeezing around your bottom to push you forward at his will.
He wanted to feel you come, wanted you to know that it was his doing that served you and you alone.
Your knight— the one who was fully devoted to your every need.
"Rem—" you gasped, throwing your head back with a harsh whine. "Fuck— I'm—"
He dragged his tongue up from your hole, catching against your folds until he wrapped his lips back around your bud, circling with feverish desperation.
You nearly tumbled over when his teeth grazed, tugging at your clit with teasing light pulls.
"C-Careful!" You cried.
He blinked up at you, apologizing with a slow lick, and then he went back down to slip his tongue past your folds as he did before.
You shut your eyes, groaning out curses and praises, holding onto his hair like a handle— pulling and jerking when you felt heat pool lower into your stomach.
"Y-Your Queen is near—" you warned, finding a small rhythm of your own by rolling your hips back to meet his harsh pull forward. "R-Remmick— f-fuck— I'm close—"
He acknowledged your statement with a short hum, a groan soon following when your other thigh met his ear, both legs now resting over his shoulders. Securing him in place with his tongue deep into your cunt and his nose squished against your clit. Your back bended, the new position placing you on top.
You couldn't hold your weight anymore, couldn't carry on much longer— but he kept still while you took over, grinding down on his face with no remorse. His cock ached when he felt your cunt pulse, groaning softly when you moaned his name, slurring the R and the M, voice jumping another octave like you were singing the climax of a musical note.
He stayed in place as all knights should, serving their queen with everything they have. It didn't matter that you were merely suffocating him, as long as you found your relief in him, that's all that mattered.
He stayed there until you came back down, hips still rocking forward to find a quiet end, dripping over his face like honey.
Soon, you found the strength to hold your body back up, legs falling over his shoulders with wobbly balance but he held you in place. You straightened your legs gradually, taking a tiny step back
You almost gasped when you saw him.
His bangs were damp against his forehead, his nose and the bottom portion of his face glistened, the light catching over. His tongue peeked out to run over his top lip, a smirk in place, cleaning over remnants of your sinful act.
"Ser… you look—"
"D-Did my Queen enjoy herself?" He ignored your concern, having little interest in the way he looked. "I am honored your grace allowed me to show her how devoted I am." He bowed his head but then quickly looked back up at you. "For this kind offer, I am forever in your debt."
You sighed softly, a quiet laugh forming. "Please, you flatter me. I was merely rewarding my favorite knight."
"I'm your only knight."
You couldn't help but notice the possessive tone in his statement.
"Perhaps," your hand found his soaked chin, thumb rolling over slick. "But for your gracious act, I shall keep you." You rolled your slicked thumb over his bottom lip, until the tip slipped into his mouth and he welcomed it easily. Lips wrapping around your digit.
"What do you think of that?" You pulled your thumb out, earning a small grumble from your knight.
"T-Thank you, your grace."
You cleaned your thumb over his cheek, patting his face like a master does to its favorite companion.
"My, should I help you with that?"
Remmick froze, catching your gaze pointed downward. The strain against his trousers was prominent enough to bulge through the fabric.
"Y-Your grace— I don't think—"
"Stay down, Ser Remmick," You grinned, your foot finding his lap "let your Queen treat her hound."
Your foot pressed against his cock, rubbing it back and forth— laughing lightly at his tiny gasps and whines.
He looked at you with the most precious puppy dog face a human could muster, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. "—Grace— I—"
"You dare decline my gift?" You punctuated with a hard push against the indent of his cock. Your authoritative tone, crippled with a mean offense to his ego, made him snap his mouth shut.
You pressed down harder, "Apologize."
"I-I'm sorry—s- shit—" his hips lifted from the ground, "your grace— i-I'm sorry—"
"Mhm, you can do better than that."
He rocked his hips forward, breathing hard and heavy, teeth shredding his bottom lip. He felt his end drawing near, your foot rolling over his cock in quick sharp jerks— your eyes like daggers as you watched him crumble like paper.
"Y-Your grace— f-fuck— your g-grace— please—" he slurred in tight gasps, "I'm sorry—"
You hummed, never taking your weight off his length. "Good boy— think you deserve to find that sweet release for your impudence?"
"N-No—" he almost broke down into a frenzy when you took your foot off, moving to place your legs between his spread thighs.
"As your gracious Queen, I've been known to show mercy for those who need it." Your hand found the crown of his head, fingers intertwining with his damp curls. "Show me how devoted you are to me."
He didn't need to ask what you meant, his body moved for him. Arms wrapping around your leg, his cock pressed against your shin, begging for that warmth he tasted, wishing it could be in but denied. He stared up at you, cheeks flushed, mouth dropped open and did the unthinkable.
"Y-Yes, your Grace."
He humped your leg like a dog in heat, snapping his hips forward with uncontrollable lust. He panted and whined, spit dribbling at the corner of his mouth, eyes dropping shut from pure bliss— but you tugged at his scalp, forcing him to keep his gaze on you.
"T-Thank you," he gasped, "F-For your mercy—" he sucked in a breath when your knee pressed into his chest, bringing your leg into him further. "Y-Your Grace—"
"That's it, keep going."
" I'm c-close—"
"Not until I say so."
He held his tongue, refusing to talk back, lest he earn a punishment far worse. He kept his head up, kissing along your knee, licking at your skin to taste the bead of sweat forming from his face constantly pressing against it.
"C-Can I?"
"Hold it."
He swallowed hard, throat suddenly too dry, body burning for some form of relief.
He continued to fuck against your leg, a glossy haze forming over his eyes. "N-Now?"
You shook your head.
"Y-Your Grace— I-I can't hold—fuck— I can't—"
"You're so pretty when you beg."
He shuddered, thighs drawing closed. "Now—"
"Preceded."
His words went into a loop, chanting thank you over and over until he couldn't, rocking into your legs with uncontrollable lust. He came, a messy wet stain beading at the front of his clothes within seconds, a messy declaration sitting proudly between his legs.
"Tha—nk you— t-thank you— thank- y-ou—" he chanted, gasping in between, pumping everything that has been pent up since the moment he swore his life to you.
You pushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead, admiring how pretty he looked debauched — pathetic at the hands of his future Queen.
"Hm, you did a good job," you hummed softly. "Should we get to that party now? Can't have my father waiting any longer, now can we?"
BUT, I'M STILL PRETTY WHEN I CRY. ( Remmick x Reader )
AUTHOR NOTE! I need more suggestions, plz send some or vote on the poll at the end.. Dedicated the b-day girlie @spikedfearn <3
pairing: Remmick x Reader
prompt : You abuse the limitations of being a vampire after Remmick angers you.
word count: 1,000+ words
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Salt. Garlic. Fire. Silver. Sunlight. Holy Ground. Needing an invitation. Those were the limitations of being a vampire that you knew for a fact. You’d yet to test any others from folklore⎯the compulsive need to count every grain of rice spilled on the floor, holy water, being unable to leave a coffin if roses are placed on top of it, crosses, and whatever others there were. You were not cruel enough to torture Remmick to find out. He was kind of pathetic already.
Awkwardly trying to charm in ways that didn’t feel natural⎯smile too wide and voice too friendly. Not to mention, the whole ‘tortured soul’ aura that oozed out of him when his mask slipped, something inside of him heavily motivated to connect with fragments of his humanity that had been stripped away by immortality. But, that was before he attempted to rip your throat out. Now, being kind was thrown out the window and left to die in the yard like it was an abusive ex-husband.
You’d make him regret leaving his homeland. You’d make him regret stumbling his way into New Orleans. You’d make him regret showing up on your doorstep. You’d make him regret feeding you a sob story for weeks. You’d make him regret trying to bite at you. Because you were far more petty, and far more motivated than he could understand. You’re Mama didn’t raise no bitch, and she sure as hell didn’t raise no daughter who took any kind of bullshit on the cheek.
Three hours until sunrise. Three more hours until he had to be gone. Narrowing your eyes hard from the safety of your living room, you could see the way that Remmick sat on your front porch swing in the window, casually rocking back and forth. As if he hadn’t just tried to rip your throat out with his teeth. Then again, you didn’t really know what other reaction you were expecting from him. You didn’t have people trying to rip your throat out ever. Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff as he casually waves, flashing a big fanged smile at you. Stupid tampon-sucking freak. He could smile all he wanted right now, you’d get your revenge on him soon enough. Soon enough.
“Why don’tcha come on out here, hm? Weathers real nice out tonight and I just wanna talk to ya’ is all.” He calls out, patting his knee invitingly.
“We can talk like this.” You argue, voice slightly muffled from the locked windows.
“Can’t hear ya’, sweetheart. Why don’tcha come on out, hm?” He argues, trying to lure you out.
“Should’ve thought of that before you tried to rip my throat out, boy.” You shake your head, not giving him an inch.
“Well, there’s no need for name callin’.” He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, “Didn’t your Mama tell ya’ that’s mighty rude?”
“Don’t bring my Mama into this.” You snap back, eyes narrowing hard at his provoking.
“Why don’tcha let me in then?” He suggests, fingers drumming on his thigh.
Rolling your eyes hard at his ready-to-use suggestions and witty quips, you step back from the window, mind reeling with what you knew of him. He was a vampire, told you himself. Of course, you’d not taken him serious at the time⎯thinking it was a stupid joke that had fallen flat. But, now, you knew that it wasn’t a shitty joke. What else had he mentioned in passing? Something about salt and garlic. Something else about pure silver. Then, there was fire and sunlight. Not being able to cross holy ground or entering without an invitation in. Picking at your bottom lip in thought, you slowly slip away from the window, making a beeline for the kitchen.
You’d have salt in there, maybe a jar of garlic as well. But, you weren’t sure if the utensils that you had were pure silver, you had been gifted them by your Mama years ago. Rummaging through the spice cabinet, you grab the large shake of salt, checking the label; 100% pure kosher salt, no added additives included! That should work, right? Walking back to the front door in silence, you unscrew the shaker’s lid, sprinkling a line of salt at the seam of the door. You weren’t sure what it would do, but it was something for now. Which was better than just sitting by the window and letting his words get to you.
“What ya’ got there?” He questions raising a brow, “Little gift for me?”
“Salt.”
“Salt? What ya’ doing with salt, little lady, hm? What ya’⎯ya’ gonna season me to death?” He chuckles, though it sounds a little tense.
“If it gets rid of you for good, then yes.”
“Salt ain’t gonna do nothin’ to me.” He argues, but you catch the glimmer in his eyes.
“No? Then why are you looking at it like that?” You question, catching the way his shoulders rolled back tensely.
Slowly opening up the window, you pour a line of salt along the frame, watching the way he stared it down like he was afraid that it would bite him. So the salt was working. Pouring a handful of salt into the palm of your hand, you pretend like you were going to add it to the pile on your window frame, half-heartedly nudging the line until there were no weak points. Throwing the handful at him, he lets out a pained screech like a spoked cat, jumping off the porch swing. The sizzling of flesh fills the air, the stench rotten and makes your nose curl up in disgust. Watching him pat the sizzling flesh of his arm, his jaw was tightly clenched, eyes blazing with pure anger.
“You fuckin’ bitch.” He snarls, accent slipping into something older.
“What happened to it being rude to call people names?” You taunt back, throwing a few more specs of salt out the window.
“Doesn’t matter now, not after what you’ve just done.” He argues, shaking his head.
“I’m just pouring a little salt around my house.” You shrug in mock innocence, “Keeps evil away, did ya’ know that?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He paces like a caged animal, the porch creaking with each step.
“Now, there’s three hours til sunrise, and it got me thinking..” You trail off dramatically, “What else can I do to ensure that no evil comes lurking? Suppose I should say a little prayer to bless my land, or I could plant some garlic.”
Lunging at the open window like he wants to strike you, he pauses at the line of salt sprinkled on the porch, not daring to get any closer. It was cruel what you had just done, you knew that. But, so was he for lying to you for weeks. So was he for trying to lure you out. So was he for trying to rip your throat out with his teeth. Kicking at a potted plant down the steps in anger, the cheap terracotta shatters from the impact, shards scattering around and making a mess. He’s tense, like you had just personally insulted him with the suggestions. It’s what you want. You wanted him uncomfortable. You wanted him to squirm. You wanted him to feel like some kind of caged animal.
“You wouldn’t.” He huffs, the tips of his ears flushing a bright red from anger.
“I would.” You argue, “My land, my home. Nothing’s stopping me.”
“It’s cruel.” He argues, shaking his head.
“So’s life.” You scoff, “Like I said, you got three hours til sunrise. Best start walking and hope you find some barn to shack up in until it’s night.”
“Let me in.” He demands, hands curling into fists at his side.
“No.”
“Please, let me in, ( Y/n ).” He tries again, forcing his voice to sound kinder than before.
You pause, letting the silence linger for a beat too long. Like you were actually going to ponder over what he was asking. Like you might just stop being so cruel and let him get his way. Narrowing your eyes at him, you watch as he shifts in place on the porch, his face curling down into a pathetic sullen puppy-eyed one.
His hands fiddling with each other, as he hunches his shoulders forward to try to appear smaller than he actually was. It was a convincing act, you wouldn’t lie. But, you knew, you knew what he was. You knew that the moment you opened that door and invited him in, you were as good as dead.
“Fuck. No. Asshole.” You sneer, watching his whole demeanor change in an instant.
“Open the fucking door, ( Y/n ).” He smashes his fist against the window to try to intimidate you, “This ain’t no damn joke.”
“I got a shaker full of salt and I am sure I can scrounge up some fresh garlic from the fridge, you think flashing some fangs at me is gonna scare me?” You roll your eyes, “Not a chance.”
“I swear, I’ll rip out your fucking throat! I’ll fucking take my time and let it hurt. You gotta leave this house eventually!” He snarls, hot breath fogging up the windows.
“I can wait till sunrise, question is.” You raise a brow, “Can you?”
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You pick one, I write it!
Eric Love - Eric forgets that it is Valentine's Day until it's too late.
Remmick - He thinks the most romantic thing is a corpse with his name on it.
Sir Jimmy Crystal - You gift him an old VHS tape for Valentine's Day.
Roy Goode - Roy was never good at crafts, but he tries for Valentines's Day.
SO this came to me in the discord.. yes.. we are some freaky bitches
synopsis: remmick wants you to peg him. but there’s a little accident…
WARNINGS: dead dove, dubcon, rimming (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), dacryphilia, pegging, oral on m, anal prolapse, eating ice cream off a prolapsed asshole, blood, some fluff at the end :3
race/appearance neutral reader!
song:
”darlin’?” remmick purrs, cuddling you from behind. you just showered together.
”yeah?” you ask, slightly annoyed. you didn’t choose to be with him. but he threatened to kill your family if you didn’t agree to be his girlfriend and move in with him. he had been stalking you for months.
”i wanna try somethin’ with ya”, he says, nuzzling at your neck.
”what is it?” you ask.
remmick gets up and takes something from the nightstand drawer. a huge dildo and some lube.
”i want ya to use this on me”, he says.
you raise your eyebrows. ”rem, no way…” you say. you’re super disgusted by the idea of sticking a dildo up his ass, even if he’s clean.
remmick starts pouting. ”c’mon baby, please?” he whines.
he always forces himself on you, even when you cry. but he can’t force you to peg him, can he?
”no way”, you say.
”pleaseee, please please please please”, remmick whines, starting to kiss you. he’s placing non-stop kisses on your lips and cheeks, thinking that it’s gonna help him.
”remmick, stop, i’m so not doing that!” you hiss at him.
remmick pouts at you. ”i’ll give ya somethin’ in return!” he says. ”whatever ya want”, he adds.
you start thinking about it. ”i wanna spend the night at home”, you say.
”baby, this is home”, remmick says. ”i mean my family home, childhood home”, you say.
remmick keeps pouting. ”if ya don’t return the next day i’ll start killin’ yer friends”, he says.
”it’s a deal!” you say.
remmick smiles and kisses you. ”i want ya to undress me, baby”, he says, standing up.
you follow. then you peel off his undershirt. ”touch me”, remmick demands.
you start stroking his chest. ”kiss me”, remmick says. you kiss his chest, then his shoulder, then his belly. his skin feels warm on your lips, he smells fresh, like lotion. you place a soft kiss on his nipple. ”s-suck it”, remmick says. you start sucking and licking on his nipple, flicking your tongue on it. remmick lets out a soft moan.
”get my cock out”, remmick says. you start kissing on his v-line, going lower.
you pull down his sweatpants, he’s not wearing any underwear. his cock is hard and flushed, the tip wet with precum.
you gently kiss the tip and flick your tongue on it, just the way he likes it. remmick lets out a soft moan as you lick the tip of his cock.
”s-stop teasin’, baby”, he whines.
you gently squeeze his balls and take his cock inside your mouth, the salty taste filling your every tastebud.
his cock feels hot and hard inside your mouth as you start dragging your mouth on it, taking it in and out.
remmick moans as you suck him, flicking your tongue around his length.
”y-yeah, jus’ like that”, remmick whimpers.
you take his cock all the way, it reaches your throat easily. his balls are slamming on your chin as you deepthroat him, drooling all over his cock.
you gag, but manage to breathe it out. remmick gently pets your head, but doesn’t start guiding you. he lets you go at your own pace.
”g-grab my ass”, remmick says.
you obey, squeezing his ass with your hands. it’s soft, quite muscular. he used to be a farmer.
”p-put a finger inside”, remmick demands.
you hesitate for a while before shoving a finger up his hole, twirling it around his clenched walls. it feels tight and warm around your finger.
you start going faster, moving your mouth back and forth. his precum is already leaking inside your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.
you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth, he’s close. you pull your mouth away to breathe and start stroking his cock with your hand.
remmick moans loud, his head rolling back.
”i-i wanna cum inside yer mouth”, he says.
you close your lips around his cock again, still pumping it with your hand.
remmick lets out a loud grunt. then you taste it. his thick, salty cum pouring on your tongue. you start gulping it down, gagging a bit.
you pull your mouth and finger away, locking eyes with remmick. his eyes are glossy, his cheeks flushed. he looks very cute like this.
you gently kiss his belly before standing up.
remmick lays on his stomach on the bed, looking at you shyly.
”i- i want you to lick me first”, he says.
”rem.. i don’t wanna put my mouth in there”, you say.
”c’mon, please?” remmick pleads.
you sigh and climb on top of him.
”kiss me first”, remmick says.
you start kissing on his skin. his shoulders, his neck, his back. you descend to his lower back, placing soft kisses along the way.
then you start kissing and licking on his buttocks, spreading them with your hands. remmick’s trembling from anticipation, letting out soft moans. you bite on his skin, and remmick lets out a whimper.
his hole is flushed and puckered as you lean in on it. you spit on it before putting your tongue on it, twirling it around. remmick moans.
you keep flicking your tongue on his hole, it tastes salty, warm.
then you slowly push your tongue inside. his hole is soft, clenching around your tongue.
you start twirling your tongue around his hole. remmick’s moaning loud under you, trembling.
”aww, fuck, baby, makin’ me feel so good”, he whimpers.
you spread him wider, pushing your tongue deeper. remmick lets out a loud, pathetic moan. his eyes are tearing up.
”k-keep doin’ that, baby”, he whispers, head smushed against the pillow.
and you keep licking into him, your tongue already getting tired. you’re also out of breath, but you decide to keep him satisfied.
your tongue keeps exploring his soft hole, the salty and musky taste filling your mouth.
you finally pull out your tongue, giving his hole a gentle kiss. then you kiss his buttock.
you take the dildo and lube, examining them. ”rem, i don’t think this will fit.. you’re pretty tight”, you say.
”it will”, remmick says, confident.
he gets on all fours, arching his back.
”c’mon then”, he says.
you wet the dildo with lube, then you put some on his hole, twirling it around with your fingers. you push your finger inside him again, getting the lube everywhere. remmick whimpers.
when he’s lubed up you put the dildo on his hole, opening him up with the tip.
remmick moans as the tip enters him, slowly.
”f-fuck”, he whimpers.
”do you want me to stop?” you ask him. something he never asks you.
remmick shakes his head.
”alright then..” you say.
you get more lube, squeezing it on the dildo and on his hole.
then you push the dildo deeper. remmick whimpers, smushing his head into the pillow. he’s crying.
”rem.. does it hurt?” you ask, genuinely concerned.
remmick whines. ”keep going”, he says.
you keep pushing the dildo inside, his hole clenching around it.
he’s really tight, so you’re struggling a bit, trying to get it all the way.
you keep pushing, remmick moaning and whimpering.
you reach his prostate, the dildo nearly all the way in. one final thrust and you have it all the way, his hole spread wide open. it looks painful.
”fuck”, remmick moans.
you start thrusting then, moving the dildo in and out with your hand.
remmick’s crying and whining, tears wetting the pillow.
foul, wet sounds fill the room as the lube spills out of his hole, the dildo slamming against his clenched walls.
”it feels good?” you ask remmick.
he nods frantically, moaning into the pillow.
the dildo reaches his g-spot again and again, slamming on his prostate.
remmick’s drooling and crying on the pillow, making a mess.
then something happens. you notice his hole clenching and opening, back and forth. remmick cries out. ”i-it hurts”, he whines ”don’t stop!” he adds.
you keep thrusting, but soon you’re forced to pull the dildo out as something red comes out.
once the dildo’s out, a red mass slips out through his hole, his ass prolapsing. it’s his rectum.
a red, slightly bloody mass hangs from his hole.
remmick lets out a scream, crying.
”r-rem, you need the hospital…” you say, staring at the prolapse in terror.
remmick looks at his ass, and his eyes widen. ”fuck..” he says.
”no hospital yet”, he says, tears still in his eyes.
”w-why?” you ask.
”i want you to lick it”, remmick says.
you freeze, staring at the red mass. it looks disgusting. it’s bulging.
”r-rem.. no”, you say weakly.
”c’mon, i want ya to have all of me”, remmick says. he’s clearly in pain, but doesn’t seem too concerned.
you sigh and lean in on his prolapsed rectum, carefully licking it with the tip of your tongue. it tastes warm, bloody. remmick flinches.
you start licking it, tracing the edges with your tongue.
remmick whimpers as you lick into him, tongue tracing his flesh.
you taste warm, bloody flesh. the act is intimate, intense. remmick’s letting out loud moans and whimpers, you’re not quite sure if they’re from pleasure or pain.
”rem, it hurts?” you ask him.
”keep goin’!”, he moans.
you obey, continuing licking into him. you put your whole mouth on the prolapse, drooling all over it. remmick’s trembling under you.
”i-it burns, put somethin’ cold on it”, remmick says.
”w-we have ice cream…” you say.
remmick nods, laying down on his stomach.
you go get the ice cream from the freezer, it’s vanilla. your heart is beating fast, you almost feel like you’re going to have a panic attack. but you try to stay calm.
remmick’s still crying, snot dripping from his nose.
he flinches and whines as you spread the ice cream on the prolapse.
”does it help?” you ask. remmick nods.
”e-eat it”, remmick says, looking at you with teary eyes.
you freeze. ”i-”, you start, but can’t get any words from your mouth.
eventually you lean in on him and start licking the ice cream off his prolapsed hole. it’s sweet, you don’t taste anything else other than vanilla first. but soon the flavor mixes with blood.
remmick moans as you start licking on the prolapse again, dragging your tongue and lips on it. some melted ice cream drips on the bed as you lick into him.
”rem, you really need to go to the hospital”, you say.
”fine”, he says. ”i want ya to come with me, i’m scared of doctors.. ya need to hold my hand”, he whines.
”i’ll come with you”, you say.
the doctor looks at remmick and you suspiciously. ”so how did this happen?” she asks.
you don’t say anything, you’re way too ashamed. ”she was pegging me”, remmick quickly responds, like he’s proud of it.
”i see.. in rare cases it might happen due to extensive stretching”, she says.
”i would recommend using something a bit smaller for next time”, she says, looking at remmick.
”in any case, you’re gonna need surgery”, she says.
remmick squeezes your hand. ”i-i ain’t want surgery”, remmick whines.
”baby, you wanna stay like that?” you ask him.
”n-no…” remmick says.
”it’s a relatively simple procedure, i wouldn’t worry”, the doctor says.
”did you try treating it at home?” the doctor asks.
you stay silent again. ”she put ice cream on it!” remmick says, almost childlike.
the doctor just stares.
”i see.. i wouldn’t do that”, she says.
”we’ll prep you for surgery now”, she says.
remmick starts crying, clearly terrified. it’s strange, since he’s immortal.
”shh, baby, it’ll be over soon”, you say, giving him a gentle kiss.
”c-can she come with me?” remmick asks.
”i’m afraid not”, the doctor says.
”i’ll be waiting for you”, you say, kissing him again.
then you head out to the waiting area.
after three hours the doctor calls for you. remmick is still dizzy from the anesthesia.
”hey baby…” he mumbles.
”he’s gonna stay in the hospital for three days to assure full recovery”, the doctor says.
”n-no, i can’t.. i need to be with her”, remmick whines.
”i’ll come see you every day!” you say. in reality you wish you could just leave him alone and never come back, but there would be consequences for that.
remmick has some tears in his eyes, looking at you. you give him a kiss, feeling a bit sorry for him.
”i-i can’t be exposed to sunlight, i’m sensitive to it”, remmick says to the doctor.
”that can surely be arranged”, the doctor says.
”he needs rest now”, the doctor says. you stand up.
”n-no, baby, please don’t go!” remmick cries. ”i want ya to stay!” he whines.
”i’ll come back tomorrow!” you say.
you leave the hospital, going home and packing some things. then you go straight to your parents house. you haven’t seen them in a month, remmick likes to isolate you from your loved ones. they’re overjoyed seeing you, but also super worried. you lie that you’re happy and in love, you wouldn’t want to make them more worried.
you spend the next three days and nights at the hospital, only going to your parents house to sleep.
remmick is back to being hisself, and he’s very much annoyed to be stuck in a bed. he hates the nurses and the doctors. he reminds you of a whiny child.
he behaves, though. you need to eat the food they give him, so that no one would get suspicious.
he’s quite fussy, not being able to feed in three days. he doesn’t take it out on you, though.
”i hate the doctor…” remmick whines at you.
”she helped you!” you say, annoyed by him.
remmick pouts, he’s clearly bored out of his mind, being stuck in a bed.
”i wanna kiss”, he says to you. you sigh and lean in on him, putting your lips on his. he moans into the kiss, reaching for your breasts. ”mmh, remmick, not here..” you mumble.
as you pull away from him his nurse walks in.
she clearly has a crush on him, and you can’t help but be entertained by her constant blushing and giggling. remmick seems annoyed by it, though.
”so.. is this your sister?” she asks.
remmick looks at her in disbelief. ”she’s my girlfriend”, he says.
the nurse looks quite disappointed.
clearly the doctor didn’t tell the nurse about what happened with the dildo…
at home remmick can’t stop kissing and cuddling you, it’s almost like he hasn’t seen you in a week. he’s very clingy.
he’s not even angry at you for staying with your family, he’s just happy to be at home with you again.
”i hate the hospital”, he complains. you’re laying in bed, his hands wrapped tightly around you.
”you were very brave”, you say.
”was i a good boy?” remmick asks, kissing your shoulder.
”yeah, you were a good boy”, you say, uncomfortable.
remmick chuckles and starts placing non-stop kisses on your neck and shoulder, the back of your head as well.
he nuzzles your neck, squeezing you tighter.
then he suddenly moves, pinning you down on the bed. he takes out the dildo.
”yer turn”, he says with a grin.
idk what to say the remmick loser club discord server brings out the absolute worst (or best) in me.. @novar3ads i blame this on you!
