Summary: Life always seemed to get in the way of your relationship with Remmick. When you finally manage to make time for one another, he takes you out on a date that seems almost too perfect.
โโฑ Soaked (๐ + โค๏ธ)
Summary: Shower Sex with Remmick.
โโฑ Sundress (๐ + โค๏ธ)
Summary: Remmick can't help but admire you in your Sundress.
โโฑ First Time Anal (๐ + โค๏ธ)
Summary: First time trying anal with Remmick.
โโฑ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ (๐ + โก)
Summary: Remmick doesn't mind reassuring you when he notices you feeling insecure about your body.
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: After the unexpected death of your parents, you drop everything to attend their funeral and decide to stay for a few days with your grandmother. You're introduced to Father Remmick, who has darker intentions for you.
Summary: You're out with Remmick, trying to enjoy your night together, when a random guy approaches you. After declining his advances, he throws insults, which usually don't bother you but tonight the words hit harder than you anticipated. So, you find a somewhat quiet place to recenter, where Remmick spots you before leading you somewhere more private.
Summary: You're home alone when you decide to try out a new sex toy, a glass plug. The moment is cut short when it slips deeper than intended. So, in a panic you try any and every method possible to get it out with no success. You eventually convince yourself to go to the Emergency Room, where you meet a doctor who seems very eager to help.
Summary: After scheduling your annual appointment with your Gynecologist, you arrive later than your scheduled time at the front desk to check in. The receptionist fails to inform you that your usual Doctor had already left for the day, and a fill-in would be taking her place.
โโฑ The Fine Print (โช + โค๏ธ)
Summary: After months of searching for a new place you find a decent apartment complex close to work. You speak to the landlord over the phone and finalize paperwork by email. It's the end of the week and late in the evening when you return home from grocery shopping. Once everything is put away you take a shower and decide on some personal time to relax as you lay in bed, completely oblivious of the stranger hiding in your bedroom closet.
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ Summary: Remmick catches you reading werewolf smut and offers you a demonstration of the real thing.
โโฑ Camping Trip (โช + โก + ๐ค)
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: You decide to go camping with friends, deep in the forest of the Southern U.S, unaware of the Monster lurking in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: Remmick agrees to let you edge him however you'd like for Valentine's Day.
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: Porn with no plot. I split this into two parts because I was struggling with combining them. Please enjoy!
โโฑ Happy Holidays (๐ + โค๏ธ)
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: A Holiday themed Fic, porn with no plot. Enjoy!
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: It's late at night as you stand outside a Gentleman's Club, seeking respite after a busy shift. You have an intriguing encounter with a mysterious man when he approaches you. After a flirty exchange you invite him to watch you perform which results in him paying for your undivided attention, and soon enough you find yourself alone with him.
โโฑ ๐๐ต๐๐ช๐๐ผ (๐ + โค๏ธ)
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: Just a short One Shot, porn with no plot... Enjoy!
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: Remmick masquerades as a police officer, preying on you, a lone victim on a deserted highway. You're pushed to the brink of fear and pleasure before he ultimately reveals his true nature and seals your fate.
โโโโโโโโ โโโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ Summary: It's Halloween night, a time for thrills and chills, when a mysterious figure appears. The night takes a terrifying turn when you come face to face with a creature of the night. As you're caught between survival and attraction the line between predator and prey blurs.
Dividers/Masterlist Credit: @iceemochaa (Tysm for taking the time to create this masterpiece!) ๐ฅฐ
Pairing: Dom!Remmick x Sub!Fem!Readerย - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta)
A.N.: I'm posting this before I overthink myself into making any unnecessary changes to this Fic. ๐ญ I know it's been a while since I mentioned Pet Play with Remmick, but here it is. Another 2 Part Fic. I hope ya'll enjoy! Please consider leaving likes, comments & reblogs! They're always appreciated. Also, please heed the CWs, if it's not your thing it's best to not engage/interact. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! ๐ค๐
Content Warnings: MDNI, 18+, BDSM, Dominant Remmick, Submissive Reader, Pet Play, Collaring, Leash, Fake Ears, Tail Plug, Oral (F + M), Edging, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dirty Talk, Praise, Spanking, Degradation, Blindfold, Sex Toys, Fingering (V + A), Squirting, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, PiV, Rough Sex, Creampie, Biting. (Plz lmk if I missed anything!)
Tag List: @justalittlefreaksblog @crowsberries @bluntfriend @h3r3t1c @geminigirlsblog
MASTERLIST
~Part 1 (wc:1.2k)~
The first time Remmick called you Pet, you shouldโve known what kind of night it was going to be. Not that you were complaining. The word had slipped out between his lips like a secret, low and rough, while his fingers traced the curve of your ass.
You laughed, because what else were you supposed to do? But the sound died in your throat when his grip tightened, just enough to make you still.
โYou think thatโs funny?โ His voice dropped an octave, the kind of sound that sent a slow, hot pulse between your thighs.ย
You considered a sarcastic response, but the way his thumb pressed into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, and the way his other hand cupped the back of your neck like he was already deciding how hard he could pullโyeah, you were fucked before you even opened your mouth.
Remmick's smirk was all fangs, like he knew, before he dragged you closer.
โTry it on. See how it fits.โ
The collar was leather, soft but heavy, with a little silver bell that chimed when you moved. He fastened it around your throat himself, his fingers cool against your skin, breath fanning the nape of your neck. The sound it made when you swallowed was obscene, like you were already his, already owned. And the way his pupils blew wide when he heard it told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
โFirst rule,โ he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. โNo speakin'. Pets donโt talk.โ His hand found your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his. โYou wanna communicate? You whine, whimper, or beg.โ His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, pressing just hard enough to part them. โUnderstood?โ
You thought about biting him, until you noticed the way his cock twitched against his jeans when you nodded, the way his grip on your jaw was borderline painfulโfuck, you liked it.
"Good girl,โ he purred, and the praise sent a jolt straight to your clit.
The second rule was simpler: No clothes.
He stripped you himself, peeling your clothes from your body like he was unwrapping something precious, his knuckles brushing your ribs, your waist, the swell of your hips. By the time the fabric pooled at your feet, you were already wet, nipples hardened, and skin prickling with anticipation.
He didnโt rush or touch you where you ached. Just looked, his gaze dragging over you like a physical caress, lingering on the way your breath hitched when his fingers ghosted over your neck, the way your thighs trembled when he crouched in front of you. โSuch a pretty pet,โ he murmured, his palms sliding up the backs of your calves, pushing your legs apart. โAlready drippin' for me.โ
You made a sound, part protest and moan, but he just chuckled, his breath tickling the inside of your thigh.
โThatโs right,โ he said, his fingers finally, finally brushing over your pussy. โNo words. Just sounds.โ And then his mouth was on you, and you screamed.
He didnโt let you cum.
Not at first.
His tongue was relentless, swiping through your folds, circling your clit, diving inside you until your knees shook and your fingers tangled in his hair. Every time you got close, he pulled back, his lips glistening with you, eyes dark with satisfaction as you whined, hips jerking, and your body begging.
โPlease,โ you gasped, forgetting the rules, forgetting everything but the coil of need in your gut.
Remmick pulled back just enough to smirk up at you. โWhat was that, Pet?โ
Fuck. You snapped your mouth shut, cheeks burning, but he just laughed, the vibration of it making your clit throb.
โGood girls donโt talk,โ he reminded you before his fingers replacing his mouth, two of them sliding inside with a slow, deliberate curl. โBut since you asked so nicelyโฆโ
And then his mouth was back on you, fingers fucking you deep while his free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. The orgasm hit hard and intense, back arching, vision whiting out. Your body convulsed around his fingers as he lapped up every last drop, his growl of approval sending another wave crashing through you.
You were still trembling when he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock a thick ridge in his jeans.
โFuck,โ you panted softly, voice raw.
Remmickโs eyebrow quirked. โWas that a request, Pet?โ
He wouldn't let you touch him.
Instead, he guided you to the bed, pushing you onto your hands and knees, the collarโs bell chiming with each movement. His hands were everywhere, gripping your ass, squeezing your breasts, tangling in your hair.
His mouth was hot on your skin, teeth and fangs scraping your shoulder, your spine, and the curve of your hip.
โYouโre mine,โ he growled, his cock finally free, the head dragging through your folds, teasing your entrance. โSay it.โ
You hesitated, just for a second, and he spanked you, his palm cracking against your ass hard enough to make you yelp.
"Thought you said I couldn't speak?" You asked, but he ignored your question.
โSay. It.โ
โYours,โ you gasped, the word torn from you. โFuck, Iโm yours.โ
โDamn right you are.โ
And then he was inside you, one quick thrust that stretched you open, filled you completely, his hands gripped your hips hard enough to hold you in place as he fucked you like he owned you.
The bed creaked, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Your moans mixed with his groans, the bell on your collar ringing with every snap of his hips.
โSuch a good pet,โ he grunted, his fingers digging into your flesh. โTakin' my cock so well. You were made for this, werenโt you? Made to be mine.โ
You couldnโt answer. Couldnโt do anything but take it, your body rocking back into him, nails clawing at the sheets, another orgasm building. Tighter, hotter and closer.
โCum for me,โ he demanded, his voice rough, his cock swelling inside you.
And you shattered,ย pussy clenching around him, milking him as he groaned, his release spilling inside you in hot, thick pulses. He weight pinned your body to the mattress as you both rode out the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked.
Afterwards, he didnโt take the collar off.
Instead, he pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest, his cock still half-hard inside you. Remmickโs fingers traced the leather around your throat, the bell chiming softly as you leaned into his touch.
โStill think itโs funny?โ he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.
You shook your head, your body deliciously sore, your mind hazy with endorphins.
โGood.โ His hand slid down, his fingers finding your clit, already sensitive, already aching again. โBecause weโre not done yet, Pet.โ
And when you moaned, when your hips rolled back against him, when the bell on your collar rang out like a promise, he laughed. Dark and satisfied, before his fangs sank into your shoulder and his cock twitched wildly, ready for another round.
Fuck.
You were his.
And you loved it.
~Part 2 (wc:3.7k)~
It had been a week since that first night, and you'd spent every goddamn day replaying it. The way he'd fucked you into the mattress, the way you begged without words, the ache that lingered like a bruise you couldn't stop pressing.
When he told you to come over, you knew better than to expect vanilla. But this? The leash felt heavier than the collar, somehow colder against your skin.
The bell on your collar rang softy as Remmick adjusted it, and the chain dangled like a promise of more trouble.
He tugged once, testing the hold, and you stumbled forward a step. His eyes narrowed, that smirk pulling at his mouth. "On your hands and knees, Pet. We're doin' things right this time."
You froze, heat flooding your entire body. "Remmick...whatโ"
The slap came fast, his palm cracked against your ass through the fabric of your jeans before you could finish. It stung, sharp and immediate, making your breath hitch.
"No talkin'. Remember the rules." He yanked the leash downward, forcing you to drop.
Your knees hit the carpet in his living room, the fibers rough against your palms as you caught yourself.
Fuck, this was humiliating. But fuck, it made your pussy clench.
He didn't give you time to adjust. Grabbing the leash in one fist, he started walking toward the kitchen. You had to scramble to keep up, crawling on all fours like some obedient animal, the bell chimed with every awkward shift of your hips. Your tits strained against your shirt, nipples already hardening, and you could feel the denim of your jeans rubbing wrong between your thighs. He glanced back once, his gaze raking over you, and you swear his dick was already thickening in his pants.
"Look at you," he said, voice low and approving. "Crawlin' so pretty for me. Bet you're gettin' wet already, ain't you?"
You bit your lip to keep quiet, but a barely audible whine escaped, involuntary, as he pulled you around the corner. The kitchen tile was cooler, harder on your knees, and he stopped at the island, looping the leash over a drawer handle to secure it short. You couldn't stand if you wanted to; the slack was just enough to let you shift, but not rise. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, watching like you were his favorite show.
"Strip," he ordered. "Everything off...Slowly."
You removed your shirt, the air hit your skin, raising goosebumps, and you tossed it aside, the bell chimed softly. Bra next, fingers fumbling with the clasp, letting your tits spill free. They felt heavy, sensitive, nipples peaking in the open air. Remmick's eyes darkened, but he didn't move, just nodded for you to continue.
Jeans were trickier from this position. You had to arch your back, ass up in the air as you unbuttoned and shimmied them down your thighs, kicking them off one leg at a time. The leash restricted your reach, forcing you to twist, and every movement made the collar pull taut against your throat.
Panties last, black lace, already damp at the crotch. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband and dragged them down, exposing your soaked cunt to the cool kitchen air. It was shaved bare except for a patch on the mound, lips sensitive and slick, and you knew he could see it all from where he stood.
"Good girl," he murmured, finally stepping closer. His boot nudged your knees apart, spreading you open. "Look at that. Drippin' for your walk already."
You shivered, heat pooling low in your belly, but you kept your mouth shut. His fingers trailed down your spine, light enough to tease, stopping just above your ass. Then, he unhooked the leash from the drawer, giving it a sharp tug. "C'mon, Pet. Time to explore."
He led you out of the kitchen, down the hallway, the carpet burning your knees as you crawled after him. The bell announced every movement, a constant reminder of what you were to him right now. His to command, and his to parade. Your breasts swayed with the motion, brushing your arms, and you could feel your arousal trickling down your inner thigh.
Fuck, why did this turn you on so much? The degradation, the control, it was like he'd cracked open something inside you that you didn't even know was there.
You ended up in his bedroom, the one place you half-expected mercy. No such luck. He attached the leash to the bedpost, short enough that you could only reach the edge of the mattress. "Stay," he said, like you had a choice, and disappeared into the closet. You knelt there, naked and exposed, pussy throbbing, trying not to rub your thighs together for friction.
When he came back, he had a few things in hand: a bottle of lube, a plug that looked bigger than anything you'd taken before, and a vibrator, sleek and black. Your eyes widened, but you swallowed the question, earning a nod of approval.
"Smart Pet. No words means no punishment." He set the toys on the bed and crouched in front of you, gripping your chin to tilt your face up. His thumb pressed into your lower lip, parting it. "But if you break, I'll make it hurt so good."
He stood, letting his jeans fall to the floor then kicked them aside, and pulled out his cock. It was thick, half-hard, veins standing out along the shaft. It bobbed as he stroked it once, twice, eyes locked onto yours. "Suck it. Make it wet for what's comin'. Been too long since I've used your mouth."
You leaned forward as far as the leash allowed, mouth opening to take the head. Salt and musk hitting your tongue, and you swirled around the tip, hollowing your cheeks to draw him deeper. He groaned, hand fisting in your hair, guiding you without forcing, yet. You bobbed, taking more, jaw stretching around his girth. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with the precum leaking from his slit, and you hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.
"Fuck, that's it," he muttered, thrusting shallowly. "Such a good lil' mouth. But don't think this is 'bout you yet."
His hand cradled the back of your head, slowly pushing you down to take every inch of him. He held you in place, thrusting shallowly, forcing your throat open over and over again.
You could feel your eyes watering as saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth.
He pulled out abruptly, cock slick and shining, and you whined in protest. The slap landed on your ass immediately, harder this time, the crack echoing in the room. "No sounds unless I say. Crawl up here."
The leash gave just enough slack for you to pull yourself onto the bed, knees and palms sinking into the comforter. He positioned you on all fours, ass toward him, and you felt the bed dip as he knelt behind you. His hands spread your cheeks, exposing everything. The tight pucker of your asshole, the glistening folds of your pussy. Cool air hit you, then his breath, warm and teasing.
"Been thinkin' 'bout this hole all week," he said, thumb circling the rim. "Gonna fill it up, Pet. Make you crawl with somethin' stretchin' you."
You tensed, but the lube was already there, a cold drizzle over your ass, his fingers working it in. One digit first, pressing past the ring of muscle, slow and insistent. It burned a little, the intrusion foreign but not unwelcome, and you pushed back against it, earning a low chuckle. "Eager. Let's see how you take two."
The second finger joined, scissoring inside you, stretching you wider. Your pussy clenched emptily, dripping onto the sheets, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stay quiet. He fucked you with them, in and out. Pleasure building, sharp and dirty, mixing with the fullness.
By the time he pulled them out, you were panting, body trembling. The plug came next, blunt and unyielding at the tip, tapering to a flared base. He pressed it against you, twisting as he pushed, and you gasped at the stretch, the way it forced its way in inch by inch. It popped past the widest part, settling deep, the base nestling between your cheeks. Every tiny shift made it move inside, pressing against your walls, and the sensation was overwhelming, full, exposed, and owned.
Remmick tugged the leash, pulling your head back. "How's that feel? Bet it's makin' your pussy jealous."
You nodded frantically, a soft mewl escaping. No slap this time, he seemed pleased, unhooking the leash from the post to give you more mobility. "Crawl for me, darlin'."
He led you off the bed, back to the floor, the plug shifting with every crawl, sending jolts straight to your clit. Your ass swayed, tits bouncing, the bell ringing like a fucking dinner call. You circled the room once, twice, his pace unhurried, like he was walking a prized show dog. Sweat beaded on your skin, thighs slick, and you could smell your own wetness in the air.
"Stop." He yanked the leash, bringing you to the foot of the bed. "Ass up. Present yourself."
You arched, knees spread wide, face pressed to the carpet. The position opened you completely, plug visible, pussy lips parted and wet, begging.
His hand came down again, not a punishment but a tease, spanking lightly over the base of the plug, making it jostle inside you. You moaned, loud and broken, and he laughed.
"Breakin' already? Guess you need a real lesson." Five hard spanks followed, one after another, each one landing on the opposite cheek, the skin there growing hot. The pain intensified the heat, spreading to your core, and by the third, you were rocking back, chasing it. The plug amplified everything, rubbing inside with each impact.
He didn't stop there. Fingers dipped into your pussy, three at once, stretching you while the plug filled your ass. "So fuckin' wet. This what you wanted, Pet? To be stuffed and spanked like a slut?"
You nodded, biting your lip hard to stay silent, but a whine slipped out when he curled his fingers, hitting your G-spot dead on. He fucked you like that, rough and deep, thumb pressing the plug to make it grind deeper. Your orgasm built fast, coiling tight, but he pulled away just as you teetered on the edge, leaving you empty and aching.
"Beg with your body," he said, stripping off his shirt with efficiency. He stroked himself lazily as he watched you squirm. "Show me how bad you want it."
You pushed back, ass wiggling and spreading wider, the bell chimed desperately. It was pathetic and humiliating, but it worked. His groan was all the warning you got before he knelt behind you, lining up his cock with your cunt. He thrusts in hard, bottoming out in one go. The plug made everything tighter, fuller. You saw stars, mouth open in silent moans, walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, yes," he grunted, hands gripping your hips as he started pounding. Each snap of his hips drove the plug deeper somehow, the dual fullness overwhelming, friction building on every ridge of him. Your tits dragged against the carpet, nipples tender, and you clawed at the fibers, holding on as he fucked you like he was claiming territory.
He reached under, fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles that matched his pace. "C'mon, Pet. Milk me. Squeeze my cock."
You shattered, orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering around his cock, juices soaking his sac and thighs. He didn't stop fucking you through it. The sounds were obscene: the slap of skin, the squelch of your pussy, and the bell's frantic chiming. Your body shook, ass clenching around the plug, prolonging the waves until you were a boneless mess.
Remmick pulled out, flipping you onto your back with a tug of the leash. You sprawled on the carpet, limbs heavy and twitching from the aftershocks, your pussy pulsing around nothing. Remmick loomed over you, cock slick and twitching, a bead of precum and your slick dangling from the tip.
He didn't give you a second to catch your breath; his hand wrapped around the leash again, pulling you up onto wobbly knees. The plug shifted inside with the motion, sending a fresh spark up your spine, and you gasped, tasting the salt of his skin on your lips from earlier.
"Stay," he said, voice rough with want. He left you there, kneeling in the middle of the bedroom floor, the bell on the collar was the only sound breaking the quiet.
Your skin prickled in the open air, nipples hard and tender. You could feel the mess between your thighs cooling, sticky against your skin. Part of you wanted to touch yourself, chase that edge he'd left you on, but the rules echoed in your head. No touching without permission, you'd learned that the hard way last time.
He came back from the closet with a small box, something new, smirking wider than before. "Time to upgrade your look, Pet." He set the box down and knelt in front of you, tilting your head back with a finger under your chin. Inside were faux ears, soft black fur attached to a thin headband, and what looked like a tailโlong, furry, with a bulbous base that matched the plug already stretching your ass.
Your stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and that twisted excitement bubbling up. This was escalating, turning the game into something more immersive, more animal.
"Head up," he ordered, slipping the headband over your hair. The ears stood upright, light but noticeable. He adjusted them, making sure they sat right, then grabbed the tail plug. It was bigger than the one in you now, the furred length slightly curling towards the end. The base of the plug was wider, promising a deeper stretch. "Gonna swap this out. Keep still."
You nodded as he positioned you on all fours again, ass up. His fingers hooked around the base of the current plug, twisting it slowly before pulling it free. The sudden emptiness made you whine, your hole clenching around air, lube trickling out. He didn't waste time coating the new tail plug in fresh lube, the cool slickness hitting your skin, then pressed the tip against you.
It was thicker from the start, forcing your ass to yield inch by inch. The burn was sharper this time. You panted through it, pushing back to help, the furred tail swaying as he worked it deeper. When it was finally seated, the base flush against you, the tail hung heavy between your cheeks, brushing your thighs with every shift.
Remmick gave it a tug, testing, and the motion yanked inside you, making your pussy throb. "Fuck, look at that. My perfect girl." He purred, clipping the leash back on and stood, pulling you to follow. The tail dragged as you crawled, the ears flopping, turning every movement into a full-body reminder of the role.
You didn't go far, just around the bedroom at first, him leading slow laps while you scrambled to keep up on hands and knees. The tail swished against your legs, plug grinding with each knee forward, and your tits swayed freely. Heat built low in your gut, your clit aching for attention, but you kept quiet, earning a low hum of approval from him.
He stopped at the full-length mirror by the dresser, yanking the leash to make you face it. "See yourself, Pet? Ears, tail, collarโall mine."
Your gaze slowly lifted.
There you were, naked and crawling. The black ears perked awkwardly, and the tail curled behind you like you were some domesticated fantasy. Your skin was marked from earlier, his handprints on your ass, thighs shiny with your own slick.
It was degrading as hell, but the way his eyes raked over you, hungry and possessive, made your pussy clench around nothing.
"Back on the bed," he said, unhooking the leash from the post but keeping hold of it.
You climbed up, the tail plug shifting deep, forcing a soft moan from your throat. He positioned you facing the headboard, on all fours again, then tied the leash to the frame, short enough so you couldn't collapse forward.
Your ass was presented to the room, tail swaying, pussy exposed and dripping. Remmick got behind you, one hand gripping the tail base to hold it steady and push it aside while the other teased your folds, fingers sliding through the wetness without entering.
"You're soaked from this, ain't you? Crawlin' 'round with that tail stuffed in your ass." His voice was a growl, thumb pressing the plug to make it nudge inside.
You nodded, hips rocking back instinctively, chasing his touch.
He chuckled, dark and low, then slapped your ass once, the sting blooming around the tail's base. "No rushin'. Pets wait for their treat."
Remmick left you like that, tied and trembling, while he rummaged in the nightstand. Your brow furrowed as you focused on the sound out of curiosity. When he returned, it was with a small remote and blindfold. The fabric was black and soft against your skin when he slipped it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.
Everything sharpened: the creak of the bed, his breathing, the way the tail felt heavier now without sight. Then, something buzzed to life, a vibrator, slim and powerful. He attached it somehow, pressing the head right against your clit, the vibrations low but insistent, humming through your core.
"Fuck," you breathed, body jerking as the buzz hit. It was teasing, not enough to push you over, just enough to keep you on edge.
Remmick's hands were on you then, one fisting the leash to pull your head back, arching your spine, the other working the tail plug in shallow twists. Each turn made it drag against your walls, the fullness pressing toward your pussy, amplifying the vibe's thrum.
"Quiet," he warned, but his tone had that edge of pleasure, like he enjoyed the slip-ups. He leaned over you, chest to your back, cock sliding hot along your inner thigh as he reached around to pinch a nipple, rolling it hard.
The dual sensations, vibe on your clit, plug shifting, his weight pinning you, had you dripping onto the sheets, thighs quivering. You wanted to beg, but the rules held, turning your whines into muffled gasps.
He amped the vibrator with the remote, the buzz intensifying, and you bucked, the tail swishing wildly. "That's it, Pet. Let it build." His free hand dipped lower, two fingers plunging into your pussy without warning, thick and curling against the G-spot inside. He fucked you with them, matching the vibe's rhythm, the plug making every thrust feel tighter, fuller.
Your walls clenched around his fingers, sucking them deeper, and you could hear the wet sounds, obscene and loud in the blindfolded dark.
The orgasm crept up slow, then hit like a freight train, your body seizing, pussy spasming around his fingers, clit grinding against the buzzing head. You cried out, the sound raw and broken, tail twitching as your ass clenched the plug. Arousal spraying from you, soaking his hand, the bed, and he didn't stop, pumping through it until you were shaking, oversensitive and begging with nonsense sounds.
He withdrew his fingers and the vibe, leaving you panting and empty. The blindfold came off next, light hitting your eyes as he untied the leash, giving it a tug to flip you onto your back.
You sprawled there, legs splayed, tail pinned under you now, adding pressure that made you squirm. Remmick knelt between your thighs, cock in hand, stroking slowly while his gaze burned over you. The ears askew, collar crooked, skin damp with sweat, flushed and marked.
"Look at you, all fucked out already, it's pathetically cute. But, we're not done." He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, the position driving the tail deeper, making you gasp. His cock nudged your entrance, slick with your release, and he pushed in gradually, inch by thick inch, the stretch intense with the plug filling your ass.
It was like being split open, every vein on his dick dragging against your walls, the dual penetration turning your pussy into a vice.
He bottomed out, balls pressed flush against your ass, and held there, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness. "Fuck, so tight like this."
Then, he started moving, deep rolls of his hips that ground the plug with every thrust, his pelvis hitting your clit. You clawed at his arms, the bell jingling wildly, ears flopping as your head thrashed. It was too much, too good, pleasure bordering on pain, your body arched to take more.
Remmick's pace picked up, snaps turning brutal, skin slapping skin, the tail's fur tickling your skin with each drive. He gripped the leash like reins, pulling your upper body up slightly, making your breasts bounce hypnotically. He caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing, while his free hand reached back to tug the tail plug in time with his thrusts. The added motion made your vision blur, pussy fluttering around his cock, milking him without control.
"Cum again," he grunted against your skin, releasing the nipple with a wet sound. "Squeeze me, Pet. Show me how much you enjoy this." His hand moved down your body, finding your overstimulated clit, rubbing firm circles.
You shattered again, harder than before, walls clamping down, orgasm washing over you like fire, squirting again in messy bursts that soaked his abs. He groaned, thrusts faltering as your cunt gripped him, but he powered through, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, yesโgonnaโoh f-fuck." Two more deep pumps, and he buried himself, cock pulsing wildly as he came, hot spurts flooding you, mixing with your wetness. The sensation pushed you into aftershocks, body trembling under him, the tail plug still lodged deep, amplifying every twitch.
He collapsed forward, careful not to crush you, breath hot on your neck as you both came down. Minutes passed like that, his weight grounding, cock softening inside before he pulled out with a wet slide, cum leaking from your pussy onto the tail's base. He untied the leash fully, then gently removed the ears and worked the tail plug free, the emptiness making you whimper one last time.
Remmick rolled to the side, pulling you against his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Good girl," he praises, voice soft now, the edge gone. You nestled in, sore and sated, still wearing the collar as you drifted off.
๐๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ: Remmick x Black!Fem!Reader/Plus-size!Fem!Readerย - One Shot/Blurb, A.U. (No Beta)
๐.๐.: My first attempt at writing Fluff and Angst. And the first Fic that doesn't contain any smut. I feel like I struggle with portraying emotions of the characters I write for, probably because I also struggle with being open emotionally or expressing myself. Anyways... I hope ya'll enjoy! Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! ๐คโค๏ธ
๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฆ๐ช๐ป๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ: Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Established Relationship. (Plz lmk if I missed anything!)
๐ข๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐: Life always seemed to get in the way of your relationship with Remmick. When you finally manage to make time for one another, he takes you out on a date that seems almost too perfect.
๐ฆ.๐.: 779
๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฝ: @pixopix
Requested by @vamp-fuxker (Thanks so much for this Request, it was a fun challenge and I really hope you enjoy!)
MASTERLIST
Promise
The low hum of music playing softly in the background of the restaurant was a balm to your frayed nerves. Months, it had been. Months of stolen glances across hurried dinners, of texts exchanged between meetings or late shifts, of late-night calls that were always interrupted.
Tonight, however, felt promising.
It was finally a proper date, the kind where Remmick had reserved your favorite booth in the corner. And for once, you had actually taken your time choosing an outfit. You even spent hours doing your hair, a task you usually dreaded, as well as your make-up.
Your dress was simple and flattering. A midnight black that complimented your dark complexion, and hugged your curves, making you feel both sophisticated and desirable.
He reached across the table and covered your hand with his, his pale tone contrasting with the deep brown of your skin, instantly calming the frantic thoughts that had consumed your mind since he surprised you with the unexpected date last week.
"You look breathtakin'," he says.
Your face grew warm. "You look great, too."
You talked, really talked, for the first time in what felt like forever. You laughed about your insane work schedule, vented over demanding bosses, and shared dreams for a future that felt impossibly far off. You savored every moment, every shared glance, and every brush of his knee against yours under the table.
This was the connection you craved, the effortless rhythm you both always found together.
Then, the conversation shifted. The music, once a gentle backdrop, seemed to recede.
His smile faltered, replaced by a deep furrow in his brow. He cleared his throat, his gaze intense, almost pained.
"We need to talk," he began. "About us...how things have been goin'."
Your breath hitched. A cold dread seeped into your body, chilling you from the inside out.
This was it. The moment you'd been dreading and subconsciously bracing yourself for. The endless busyness, the distant silences. It was all falling into place.
He was going to say he couldn't do it anymore. He was going to tell you he had met someone else. He was going to break your heart right here.
Your mind raced, conjuring images of him gently letting you down, of you trying to keep your composure, of the long and lonely drive home.
"Things haven't been goin' exactly as planned for either of us," he continued, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, a gesture that usually brought comfort but now felt like a prelude to goodbye.
Your throat tightened before you managed a choked whisper." What do you mean, Remmick?" The words were barely audible, laced with the unspoken fear of what was to come. You braced yourself for the impact, closing your eyes for a brief, agonizing moment.
When you opened them, his hand was no longer on yours. Instead, he was fumbling in his jacket pocket, his movements oddly nervous.
He pulled out a small, velvet box.
Your heart, which had been a lead weight in your chest, suddenly leaped, then plummeted again.
Was it a cruel joke? A distraction before the inevitable?
He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver ring, intricately designed with a tiny, sparkling stone.
Your eyes welled up.
He wasn't breaking up with you. He wasn't leaving.
Remmick's voice was thick with unspoken emotions. "I said things haven't been going as planned 'cause...well, 'cause I planned on askin' you this a long time ago. Life just got in the way, and I don't want life to get in the way of us again."
He took your right hand, slightly trembling now, his gaze was unwavering and full of adoration. "This isn't a proposal, not yet. It's a promise. A promise that no matter how crazy life gets, no matter how busy, I promise to always make time for you. For us. I promise to always come back to you. I promise that you're my future... Will you wear this for me?"
Tears streamed down your face, a mix of profound relief and overwhelming joy. You laughed, a breathless sound. "Oh, Remmick," you choked out. "Yes! A thousand times, yes."
He slid it onto the ring finger of your right hand; it was a perfect fit. Almost like it was always meant to be there.
The stone reflected in the dim light as you tilted your hand to get a better look at it before interlacing your fingers with his.
"It's beautiful, I love it." You gently squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze with a smile.
Now, this wasn't just a promise ring; it was a promise to be kept. A future that was finally, and beautifully, claimed.
โคท Summary หหห Mornings with Roy are the softest thing youโve ever known. The ruined hand on your stomach. The careful way he loves you. The life you built together after everything. But It only takes one night at the creek for it to break.
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Mornings were the best of it. You'd wake most days to find him already up, already dressed, standing in the doorway just watching you sleep with an expression he thought he kept hidden and didn't. "You're staring," you'd tell him, not opening your eyes.
"I'm allowed," he'd say, and come sit on the edge of the bed, and put his ruined hand the one he still sometimes tried to keep out of sight from strangers flat against your stomach like he was checking you were warm. You'd cover it with your own. He never flinched from that anymore. It had taken the better part of a year to get him there.
"Go on back to sleep," he'd tell you, quiet, like he hadn't been the one to wake you in the first place just by looking too long. "Ain't light out proper yet."
"You're the one standing in my doorway."
"My doorway too, last I recollect." A corner of his mouth would go, not quite a smile, the kind he only ever spent on you. "Married you fair and square."
"Mm. Come here, then, if it's yours."
He never made you ask twice. He'd stretch out beside you on top of the quilt, boots and all, like he meant to only stay a minute, and a minute would turn into the better part of an hour, his thumb moving slow along your hip, tracing nothing in particular, just needing something to do with his hands that wasn't holding a rifle or mending fence. Sometimes he'd talk, low and unhurried, about nothing that mattered the mare favoring her left foreleg, a fence post that wanted fixing, weather coming in from the west that he could feel in that leg of his before he could see it in the sky. You'd learned early on that Roy didn't say I love you plain and easy the way some men did. He said it sideways. He said it in stay put, I got this and in you eat yet and in the particular care he took setting your coffee where your hand would find it without you having to look.
"You're quiet this morning," you told him once, tracing the line of a scar along his forearm, one of the dozen you'd long since stopped asking the story behind.
"Thinkin'."
"About?"
He was quiet a beat too long, the way he got when a thing mattered more than he wanted to let on. "About how I didn't figure on none of this. Any of it." A nod, small, taking in the room, the bed, you. "Didn't figure I'd get to keep somethin' this good."
"You're not keeping me, Roy. I'm choosing to stay."
"Well." His hand found yours again, folded it up small inside his. "Same thing, way I see it."
Midday belonged to the ranch, and to a different kind of closeness less soft, more worked-for. You'd find him out by the fence line most afternoons, sleeves shoved up, that ruined hand gripping a post steady while the other drove nails, and he'd hear you coming before you ever said a word always did, some old wartime habit that never left him.
"You didn't have to walk all the way out here," he'd say, not turning around, though you could hear the smile in it.
"Brought you water. Don't get used to it."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He'd take the ladle from you and drink like a man who'd forgotten his own thirst until you reminded him of it.
"Roy Goode. Do you not remember your manners?" You'd snatch the ladle back halfway to his mouth, scandalized on principle if nothing else. "I brought a cup. A whole cup. It's right there."
"Water's water." He'd reach for the ladle again, all innocence, like the cup sitting three feet away hadn't been the entire point of the errand.
"It is not just water, it is presentation, and you are a married man now, you cannot go around drinking out of ladles like some outlaw who's never sat at a tableโ"
"I am an outlaw who's never sat at a table."
"Not anymore you're not. Cup." You'd shove it into his chest until he took it, fighting a smile the whole while, and he'd let you win, mostly because losing to you was its own kind of pleasure he wasn't in any hurry to give up. He'd drink from the cup proper, watching you over the rim of it with that quiet, amused look he got when you fussed at him like he found the whole performance more charming than the water itself.
"Better?" he'd ask, all mock solemnity, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a way that undid the entire lesson.
"You're impossible."
"You married impossible." He'd catch your wrist before you could pull away, thumb running once over your knuckles, quick and rough and fond all at once. "Obliged, all the same."
Some days you worked alongside him hauling feed, mending what needed mending, the two of you falling into a rhythm that didn't need much talking to keep time. He'd correct your grip on a hammer without a word, just his hand over yours a second, adjusting you'd hand him tools before he asked for them, already knowing which one. It was a different language than the one you spoke in bed, but it said the same thing underneath I know you. I've been paying attention.
"You're staring again," you told him once, catching him watching you coil a rope instead of doing his own work.
"Good view," he said, unbothered, and went back to it like he hadn't just made you flush clean to your ears in broad daylight.
At night it was different slower, heavier, the two of you moving around each other in the small rooms of La Belle like you'd been doing it your whole lives instead of just this one. He'd pull you into his lap by the fire some nights and just hold you there a long while before either of you said a word, his mouth against your hair, his hands finding all the places on you that told him, wordlessly, stay. You knew every scar on him by then, the map of a war and a bad man and a bullet he shouldn't have survived, and he knew you back just as well knew exactly where to put his mouth to make you forget your own name, knew the particular hush that came over the room when neither of you wanted to talk anymore.
"I keep waiting to wake up and find out this was a story I told myself," he admitted once, low, his lips against your shoulder in the dark. "That there ain't no ranch. No you."
"I'm not going anywhere," you told him.
The night it happened was an ordinary one. Wash needed doing, and the creek ran closer and quieter after dark than it did with the whole ranch stirring around it, so you took the basin and a lantern down past the tree line the way you had a hundred times before. Roy had offered to come; you'd waved him off, told him to stay by the fire and rest that leg that still ached him when the weather turned. He'd caught your hand before you left anyway, pulled you back for one more kiss, slow and certain, like he had all night to give it.
"Don't be long," he said against your mouth.
"I never am."
The creek was black glass under the lantern light, and the water was so cold it ached climbing up your wrists.
You didnโt hear anything at first no snapped branch, no boot in the mud.
Just a warmth, sudden and wrong, pressing flat against the back of your neck like a hand that had been there the whole time. Patient. Waiting for you to be alone long enough.
You went still. The lantern light trembled across the black surface of the creek. Your fingers stayed in the water even as the cold began to burn.
The warmth moved. Slow. Deliberate. Fingers long, cool at the tips spread against the side of your throat, not squeezing, just resting there the way Roy sometimes did when he came up behind you in the kitchen. Except Royโs hands were always rough with callus and work. These were smoother. Older. They knew exactly where the pulse lived.
โDonโt scream,โ a voice said against your ear.
It was Royโs voice. Almost. The same low register, the same quiet that never needed to raise itself. But the edges were different thicker, older, carrying a faint Irish lilt that had no business being in these hills. The kind of sound that made the hair along your arms lift even before the words finished.
You turned your head just enough.
The face that looked back at you was the one you had kissed goodnight an hour ago. Same mouth. Same sharp line of jaw. Same dark eyes. But the eyes were wrong. Too still. Too bright in the lantern light, like something behind them had been awake for a very long time and was only now deciding to look at you properly.
He smiled, small and almost gentle, the exact same corner of the mouth smile Roy used when he was trying not to show how much he liked you fussing at him.
โThere you are,โ he said. โIโve been waiting.โ
Your body tried to step back. His hand on your throat simply followed, never tightening, just staying with you like it belonged there. The other hand came up and took the lantern from your fingers as carefully as if he were taking a cup from a child. He set it on the ground without looking away from you.
โYouโre notโโ The words stuck. Your mouth shaped Royโs name and then refused to finish it.
โNo,โ he agreed, soft.
"But I could be, if that'd make this easier on you."
The face didn't change not right away. That was the cruelty of it, you understood later, the slow unraveling instead of a single clean shock. His thumb traced once along your jaw, the exact place Roy always touched when he tipped your face up for a kiss, and something in you recoiled from the familiarity of the gesture wearing a stranger underneath it.
"Who are you," you managed.
He tipped his head a fraction, considering the question like it amused him.
โThe nameโs Remmickโ he said at last, soft as the water moving past your ankles. โThough that name wonโt mean anything to you yet. Not the way his does.โ His thumb stayed on your jaw, steady, not allowing you to look away.
The lantern on the ground threw long, broken shadows across his face. In that light the resemblance was almost perfect almost. The longer you stared the more the differences surfaced the stillness in him that Roy never quite managed, the way his eyes held no fear of the dark, the faint, wrong sheen to his mouth like heโd already tasted something he shouldnโt have.
โI watched the two of you,โ he went on, almost conversational. โFor longer than youโd like to hear. Watched him put his ruined hand on your stomach in the morning like he was still surprised you hadnโt left. Watched you bring him water and scold him for the ladle. Watched him kiss you like a man who knows exactly how close he came to never having this.โ His voice dropped even lower. โHeโs careful with you. Soft in the places that matter. I can be that too, if you need it.โ
Your throat worked against his palm. โDonโt.โ
โDonโt what?โ The corner of his mouth lifted Royโs almost-smile, stolen and worn without permission. โDonโt sound like him? Donโt touch you like him? Or donโt take you away from the only good thing heโs ever managed to keep?โ
He leaned in until his forehead nearly rested against yours. Cold radiated off him in a slow, steady wave. When he spoke again the Irish in his voice thickened, no longer bothering to hide.
Then he turned his head and dragged the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, slow and deliberate, right over the place where your pulse was hammering hardest. The touch was wet and cold and wrong, and your whole body locked. Fear spiked so sharp it almost hurt yet under it, traitorous and immediate, heat gathered low in your belly. You felt yourself get wet against your will, the shame of it rising almost as fast as the fear.
He made a low, pleased sound against your skin, like heโd tasted both. His mouth stayed there, lips parting so he could suck lightly at the same spot, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath catch. One hand slid from your waist down over the curve of your hip, fingers pressing in like he was mapping what Roy had already touched.
โI watched him put his mouth on you,โ Remmick murmured against your throat, voice rough with something that wasnโt just hunger. โWatched him kiss you like he had the right. Like those careful hands of his were the only ones allowed to make you soft.โ His hips pressed forward, letting you feel exactly how hard he was. โIt made me want to take you apart in front of him. Show him how much louder youโd get for something that doesnโt have to be gentle.โ
His free hand slid lower, palm firm against the front of your skirt, pressing between your legs just enough for him to feel the heat there. He exhaled a soft, almost angry laugh when he found you already wet.
โIโve been alone a very long time,โ he said, quiet enough that the creek almost swallowed it. โLonger than this country has had a name. I watched whole towns rise and burn and rise again. Watched men like him come home from wars with pieces missing and still somehow find a way to be gentle with someone. I never managed it. Not once. Not until I saw the way he looks at you.โ
His thumb stroked once more along your jaw, deliberate, copying the exact pressure Roy used when he was trying to soothe you after a nightmare. The gesture was perfect. That was the worst part.
โYouโre shaking,โ he murmured, almost kindly. โHe never makes you shake like this.โ
You tried to pull back again. The hand at your throat simply followed, fingers spreading wider until the tips rested just beneath your ear. Still not squeezing. Just claiming the space.
โPleaseโโ
โHush.โ The word landed soft, almost affectionate, the same way Roy said it when you were half-asleep and restless. โIโm not going to hurt you. Not the way youโre thinking.โ
His other hand stayed pressed firm between your legs, the heel of his palm grinding slow against the heat heโd already found. The fabric of your skirt was thin enough that there was nowhere to hide. He felt every involuntary clench, every shameful pulse of wetness, and the low sound he made against your throat was pure satisfaction.
โThere it is,โ he breathed. โThatโs what I wanted. Not the fear. The rest of it. The part of you that doesnโt care who the hands belong to as long as theyโre touching you like this.โ
You shook your head, small and frantic. His mouth followed the movement, lips brushing the hinge of your jaw.
The hand between your legs shifted. Fingers gathered the fabric and pushed it up, slow enough that you had time to feel every inch of skin being exposed to the night air. When his bare palm finally met the bare heat of you, your knees nearly gave.
He caught you easily. One arm banded around your waist, hauling you back against the hard line of his body. The other hand stayed exactly where it was, two fingers sliding through the slickness heโd already drawn out of you and pressing, not entering, just resting against the place that made your breath stutter.
โRoyโs careful,โ he said against your ear. The Irish had fully taken the edges of the voice now, no longer bothering to hide. โGentle. He asks with his hands before he takes. I donโt have to ask. I already know the answer.โ
He pushed those two fingers inside you in one smooth, unhurried stroke.
Your whole body seized. A broken sound tore out of your throat before you could stop it half protest, half something uglier. He made a soft, approving noise and curled his fingers just so, finding the place Roy had learned months ago and using it without mercy.
โThatโs it. Let me hear you. He doesnโt get to keep every sound you make.โ
The cold of him was everywhere at your back, inside you, against your throat. But the hand working between your legs was devastatingly warm, almost human in its heat, and it moved with a patience that felt older than the hills around you. He pushed his fingers into you in long, deliberate strokes, the wet sound of it shockingly loud against the quiet of the creek.
You were shaking harder now. Tears had started without permission, sliding hot down your face. He licked one away when it reached your jaw, tasting it like it belonged to him.
โIโm going to take you with me now ,โ he said, almost conversational, even as his fingers worked deeper. โNot far. Just far enough that he wonโt find you before Iโve had my fill. And when he does come looking and he will, wonโt he, stubborn bastard that he is Iโll let him see exactly how well Iโve learned the shape of you.โ
His thumb found your clit and pressed, circling once, twice, until your hips jerked against your will.
The worst part wasnโt the fear. It was the way your body answered him anyway clenching around the fingers that werenโt Royโs, soaking a hand that had never once touched you with care. You hated the wet sound of it. Hated the heat that kept building no matter how hard you tried to shut it down. Hated most of all that some traitorous part of you was still comparing the angle of the fingers, the pressure of the thumb, the low sound he made when you clenched. None of it was right. None of it was him. And still your body kept giving.
He kissed the side of your throat, right over the frantic beat of your pulse. The press of his mouth was almost tender.
The way his lips rested there like he had every right to soothe you. Like he was allowed to know the exact place Roy always kissed when he was trying to quiet your fear. Your body recognized the shape of the gesture and answered it before your mind could stop it shoulders loosening a fraction, breath hitching softer instead of sharper. The betrayal of it made your stomach turn. You hated how easy it was for him to find the same map Roy had spent a year learning. Hated that some stupid, animal part of you still leaned into the mouth against your throat as if kindness was kindness no matter whose face it wore. Tears came hotter. You wanted to claw the tenderness off your skin. You wanted Royโs rough, real mouth there instead wanted the familiar scrape of his stubble, the particular way he always exhaled like holding you still cost him something. This wasnโt that. This was a perfect copy of care, and the fact that your pulse still jumped under it made you feel sick with yourself.
You hated him for knowing that rhythm.
You hated yourself more for the broken little sound that slipped out when he pressed his thumb harder against your clit.
โThatโs not his,โ you managed, voice raw. โYouโre notโโ
โI know.โ He kissed the words off your skin. โIโm better at it than he is. Rougher than he isโ
He pulled his fingers free without warning. The sudden emptiness made your hips jerk forward before you could stop them. Shame flooded hot and immediate. Remmick looked down at the shine on his hand, then back at your face, and something almost like wonder crossed the borrowed features.
โChrist,โ he said softly. โLook at you.โ
He brought the wet fingers to your mouth and pressed them against your lower lip, not forcing, just resting there.
โOpen.โ
You didnโt. He waited, patient as the dark, until the cold of his body and the heat still throbbing between your legs made the refusal feel smaller than it was. When your lips parted he slid the fingers in, slow, letting you taste yourself on someone who had no right to know what you tasted like.
โGood girl,โ he said, and the words were so quiet they almost didnโt sound like mockery. โNow weโre going to walk. Youโre going to keep quiet, and youโre going to come with me, and by the time the sun comes up heโs going to know exactly what it feels like to lose the only soft thing he ever got to keep.โ
He withdrew his fingers, wiped them once on your skirt, and took your wrist. Not hard. Just certain. The lantern stayed where it was, throwing light across empty water and the place your feet had been.
You were taking too long.
Roy noticed it , the old habit of a man who'd spent years learning to read a room before he trusted it. The fire had burned down some. The clock on the mantel he'd fixed himself, still a little slow, said near on twenty minutes past when you should've been back with the wash basin, and twenty minutes was nothing, except it wasn't nothing, not with you.
He told himself it was nothing three more times before he got up.
The night was cool coming off the ridge, stars thick overhead the way they only got out here, away from any town big enough to dim them. He walked the path down toward the creek without hurrying, still half convinced he'd find you crouched at the water's edge, cussing at a stuck button or laughing at your own clumsiness, and he'd tease you about it the way he did, and you'd walk back up to the house together with your shoulder bumping his.
He saw the lantern first. Sitting upright in the grass, still lit, throwing its small circle of gold across a stretch of bank that had nobody in it.
Roy stopped walking.
The basin was there too, tipped on its side a few feet off, water gone dark and still.
Two sets of prints where there should've been one. Yours, small, familiar as his own hand by now, dug in deep at the heel like you'd tried to plant yourself. And another set over them, longer stride, boot heel worn different than his own boots wore.
He knew his own tracks. This wasn't them.
"No," he said, quiet, to nobody. Just the word, flat and useless, like saying it might undo the shape of what he was looking at.
He was up and moving before he'd finished deciding to, leg protesting and ignored, following the second set of prints along the bank to where they veered off through the brush, careless now, not bothering to hide themselves like whoever left them wanted following, or didn't care to be followed, which was worse.
He yelled your name, rough and cracking in the middle, tearing out of him louder than he meant it. The dark didn't answer. Somewhere off in the trees an owl startled at the sound and went silent again, and that silence afterward was the worst part, total and undisturbed, like the whole ranch was holding its breath along with him.
He thought of that morning your hand over his ruined one, warm, unbothered, the way you never once flinched from it.
Thought, cold and sudden, of every man from his old life who might've finally caught up to him, and felt something in his chest go to iron.
He went back for his rifle and his horse without another wasted second, hands steady even though nothing else in him was.
The tracks led east, toward the old logging road, and Roy followed them at a controlled run, jaw set, that particular stillness coming over him that the men in La Belle had learned to read as something closer to a loaded gun than a grieving man. He wasn't going to lose you. Not to whoever this was. Not after a year spent learning, slow and careful, how to be the kind of man that deserved keeping something so good.
"I'm coming," he said, to the dark, to you, to whatever waited at the end of those tracks. His voice didn't shake this time. "You hear me. I'm coming."
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๐๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ: Remmick x Black!Fem!Reader/Plus-size!Fem!Readerย - One Shot/Blurb, A.U. (No Beta)
๐.๐.: My first attempt at writing Fluff and Angst. And the first Fic that doesn't contain any smut. I feel like I struggle with portraying emotions of the characters I write for, probably because I also struggle with being open emotionally or expressing myself. Anyways... I hope ya'll enjoy! Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! ๐คโค๏ธ
๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฆ๐ช๐ป๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ: Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Established Relationship. (Plz lmk if I missed anything!)
๐ข๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐: Life always seemed to get in the way of your relationship with Remmick. When you finally manage to make time for one another, he takes you out on a date that seems almost too perfect.
๐ฆ.๐.: 779
๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฝ: @pixopix
Requested by @vamp-fuxker (Thanks so much for this Request, it was a fun challenge and I really hope you enjoy!)
MASTERLIST
Promise
The low hum of music playing softly in the background of the restaurant was a balm to your frayed nerves. Months, it had been. Months of stolen glances across hurried dinners, of texts exchanged between meetings or late shifts, of late-night calls that were always interrupted.
Tonight, however, felt promising.
It was finally a proper date, the kind where Remmick had reserved your favorite booth in the corner. And for once, you had actually taken your time choosing an outfit. You even spent hours doing your hair, a task you usually dreaded, as well as your make-up.
Your dress was simple and flattering. A midnight black that complimented your dark complexion, and hugged your curves, making you feel both sophisticated and desirable.
He reached across the table and covered your hand with his, his pale tone contrasting with the deep brown of your skin, instantly calming the frantic thoughts that had consumed your mind since he surprised you with the unexpected date last week.
"You look breathtakin'," he says.
Your face grew warm. "You look great, too."
You talked, really talked, for the first time in what felt like forever. You laughed about your insane work schedule, vented over demanding bosses, and shared dreams for a future that felt impossibly far off. You savored every moment, every shared glance, and every brush of his knee against yours under the table.
This was the connection you craved, the effortless rhythm you both always found together.
Then, the conversation shifted. The music, once a gentle backdrop, seemed to recede.
His smile faltered, replaced by a deep furrow in his brow. He cleared his throat, his gaze intense, almost pained.
"We need to talk," he began. "About us...how things have been goin'."
Your breath hitched. A cold dread seeped into your body, chilling you from the inside out.
This was it. The moment you'd been dreading and subconsciously bracing yourself for. The endless busyness, the distant silences. It was all falling into place.
He was going to say he couldn't do it anymore. He was going to tell you he had met someone else. He was going to break your heart right here.
Your mind raced, conjuring images of him gently letting you down, of you trying to keep your composure, of the long and lonely drive home.
"Things haven't been goin' exactly as planned for either of us," he continued, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, a gesture that usually brought comfort but now felt like a prelude to goodbye.
Your throat tightened before you managed a choked whisper." What do you mean, Remmick?" The words were barely audible, laced with the unspoken fear of what was to come. You braced yourself for the impact, closing your eyes for a brief, agonizing moment.
When you opened them, his hand was no longer on yours. Instead, he was fumbling in his jacket pocket, his movements oddly nervous.
He pulled out a small, velvet box.
Your heart, which had been a lead weight in your chest, suddenly leaped, then plummeted again.
Was it a cruel joke? A distraction before the inevitable?
He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver ring, intricately designed with a tiny, sparkling stone.
Your eyes welled up.
He wasn't breaking up with you. He wasn't leaving.
Remmick's voice was thick with unspoken emotions. "I said things haven't been going as planned 'cause...well, 'cause I planned on askin' you this a long time ago. Life just got in the way, and I don't want life to get in the way of us again."
He took your right hand, slightly trembling now, his gaze was unwavering and full of adoration. "This isn't a proposal, not yet. It's a promise. A promise that no matter how crazy life gets, no matter how busy, I promise to always make time for you. For us. I promise to always come back to you. I promise that you're my future... Will you wear this for me?"
Tears streamed down your face, a mix of profound relief and overwhelming joy. You laughed, a breathless sound. "Oh, Remmick," you choked out. "Yes! A thousand times, yes."
He slid it onto the ring finger of your right hand; it was a perfect fit. Almost like it was always meant to be there.
The stone reflected in the dim light as you tilted your hand to get a better look at it before interlacing your fingers with his.
"It's beautiful, I love it." You gently squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze with a smile.
Now, this wasn't just a promise ring; it was a promise to be kept. A future that was finally, and beautifully, claimed.
๐ข๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐: Pregnant with his holy offspring he takes care of the pressure on your aching body.
๐ฃ๐ฆ: breast feeding, slight breeding kink, pregnancy, fingering, tender, somewhat soft!Jimmy, petting, nipple play, licking, sucking, care, reader implied virgin at one point, porn with some plot.
๐๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ: Sir Jimmy Crystal x Female Reader
๐ฆ๐: 4k+
It had been nearly a year since you were forced into their fold.ย
Originally, you were destined for deathโan act of โcharityโ, as their leader called it. You can still hear the perverse, rambling sermon he preached, drowned out only by the
Itโs been almost a year since you joined this group.ย
Originally, you were destined for deathโan act of โcharityโ, as their leader called it.ย The perverse sermon he rambled on about, an unholy sermon, followed by the sharp screams of terror and anguish as his cultists brutally filleted the survivors you had traveled with.ย
They strung you up by your wrists, arms stretched high above your head, mirroring the others. Gag made of torn clothing tied around your mouth to muffle the cries-or to prevent you from saying anything. The sinister grin on the leader's rotted face as he relished in pure ecstasy to the violence. His followersโwho looked as close to him as possibleโcrude blonde wigs, tracksuits that were barely holding together and personalities that matched. They all seemed to jump for joy, bouncing with excitement as they tore other humans apart. All of it was a grotesque offering to someone they called โOld Nickโ.
Jimmy. NoโSir Lord Jimmy Crystal, as he introduced himself. He claimed he was the son of this Old Nick. Sending up slaughtered souls as holy sacrifices. It was daft. Before tonight, you thought the worst things roaming the wasteland were the infected. You never expected a pack of coordinated psychopaths.ย
Tears rolled down your face like a waterfall that night, as those you called friends were gutted like fish. Trying to drown it all out you shut your eyes; tears still poured in streaks staining your face.ย
Laughter. Shouting echoed everywhere. The sound bouncing off nearby trees. It was unbearable.ย
Your body quivered with fear when Jimmy approached. Shoes crunching the loose dirt. Soft fingers touched your cheek wiping away the tears. Your eyes flung open.ย
Jimmy stood inches from you.
With agonizing slowness, he licked your tears from his fingers.ย
Your eyes widened as your chest tightened. Everything he didโthough he didn't exactly participateโhad you terrified. Overall presence and the way he captivated the space like the world revolved around him.ย
Unsure why, but he spared you that night. He had cupped your chin, tilting your face up to whisper a promise about โthe greatest act of charityโ. At the time, you thought it meant life. You thought you were safe from the blade. But that was naive. This crazed leader, Jimmy, took you in a strange tender way, led you to a small private clearing. Fear kept you from running and he knew. Your compliance pleased himโas if you accepted your fate. A fate you didnโt even know awaited.ย
In the small clearing he slowly undressed you, taking his time. Jimmy rambled what you deemed nonsense. Saying that you were chosen. That Old Nick had spoken of you. You were to be the vesselโthe blessed bearer of his holy offspring.ย
A cold shiver ran up your spine as he told you these things. You dare not tell him that you had never been taken by a man. But he would know that soon.
He treated you with the delicate care of something sacred lowering you to the grass. Words flowed from his lips as sacrament. Claiming you were a blessing. You watched him strip down to nothing. The first time you ever saw a man naked. He let you bask in his innate glory.
Your eyes traced his plush form. Blonde hairs trailing down his belly to his pelvis. Then your eyes fell upon the appendage between his legs. Thatโs when he chuckled, lowering himself to the ground.ย
โNeโer seen one before lass?โ Jimmy cooed. โSโalright. Yeโll get accustomed to it. Iโll teach ye eโerythinโl. Jusโ goinโ to treat this body with reverence. Yer task is holy.โ
He made your first time memorable. Giving you pleasure that you never knew existed. Of course, it hurt. He had warned you it would. That pain faded after a while, replaced with a sensation that had your body singing. At first, he took you slowly and tenderly. By the end that was gone. Come the dawn you were floating in a post sex fog, panting and moaning softly. Jimmy looked down at you the, viewing you as a vessel made beautifulโfilled with his seed, consummating the unholy union he claimed had been promised to him
After that night, you joined them. There was no other choice; it was integration of the blade. But beneath the simple survival instinct, a strange, warped bond had begun to root itself in your mind. The act of him taking your virginity had bypassed your logic, blurring the horror of what there people were.ย
Jimmy kept you close, protecting you as his โblessed oneโ.ย
Whenever the compound was quiet and safe, he would claim you again and again. With every touch, he chipped away at your old reality, molding your mind to fit his dogmatic beliefs. Slowly, desperately, you began to hope his seed would takeโneeding to believe you had a purpose here, that you were useful. You even began to crave the nights, the familiar weight of him spreading you out beneath him.
Until the shift came.ย
Jimmy was sitting on his yellow throne, deep in thought. Fingers rubbing his chin while staring ahead. He often did this claiming that โold nickโ was communicating with him.
You approached him timidly.
For a while now something had changed with your body. It terrified you. The unknown changes felt wrong, like a sickness, and you desperately needed his guidance. Time and time again he had told you he wanted to know everything when it came to your body.ย
As you approached, his eyes were closed, two fingers raised, mumbling low under his breath. โSpeaking with his fatherโ.ย
You waited patiently until he was finished. Standing near his eyes slowly opened.ย
Jimmyโs cold blue eyes turned toward you, head following, granting you his divine attention.
The emotions and conflict welled inside you. That feeling that what was happening was wrong. Afraid to tell him, you hugged your arm with your hand looking down towards the floor.ย
His head tilts, golden blonde hair flowing softly over his shoulders.ย
โWhatโs the matter bonnie?โ The question was quiet. Thoughtful with concern. A hand raised up, palm open, beckoning you to him.ย
You take his hand and he guides you to sit sideways in his lap. You dare not look him in the eyes, picking at your fingers nervously.ย
Gentle fingers pet strands of hair from your face to get a better view of you. Then he cupped your chin gently forcing your gaze to him.
โTell Jimmy whatโs on that sweet mind oโ yers.โ He coaxed, his thumb tracing a soothing circle along your jawline.
You sniffled cowering, โJimmy.โ Hesitation came out with shaky words as you try not to cry.
โSโalright, whateโer it is ye can confess it.โ He gave you a reassuring nod.
You were his delicate blessing. He had always told you that if anything troubled you, you must bring it to him. You were special.
โIโmโฆ Iโm lateโฆโ You finally whispered out, tears filling your eyes.ย
Jimmy searched your face, his sharp eyes analyzing your expression, maintaining his absolute aura of calm and control. โLate for what, me delicate flower?โ
The truth came out in a fearful, trembling whine. โMy monthly bleeding. Itโฆ it hasnโt happened.โ A few tears escaped, tracking down your cheeks. โIโm so scared, Jimmy.โย
Starting to cry you bury your face quickly into his velvet covered chest.
The warmth of his arms surprises you as they wrap around your body. Hugging you close with a hand rubbing up and down your back.ย
Lightly crying you wondered if something was wrong with you.
Jimmy just held you, listening to your quiet ragged breaths. Feeling your shoulders shake.ย โOh, lass.โ He murmured. His voice was entirely tranquil, a soothing balm to the panic.
โWhaโฆ Whatโs wrong with me?โ You asked, lifting your head. The tears still streamed down your cheeks, hot and fast.ย
Jimmy reacehd up, framing your face with both hands. โShhh, hush now. There is absolutely nothinโ wrong with ye.โ His tone was shifting, rising into something almost joyous.
โThereโฆ there isnโt?โ Sniffling as he wipes tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
Shaking his head with a light smile. โNo. Nothinโ at all. In fact, ye should be rejoicinโ.โ
You give him a confused look.ย
He lets out a light chuckle. โAye, happy! Yeโve been blessed. Me seed finally takinโ root. โN soon yeโll grow big as life blooms inside.โ
At his words, a strange profound relief washed over you. This is what was supposed to happen. Your fear and confusion melted away, replaced by the warmth of his validation.ย
His hand slid down, resting flat and heavy against your stomach.
You saw how overjoyed he was by the news; it washed away the fear and disappointment you felt.
โThere she is,โ he murmured, his smile widening as your own tentative smile finally broke through. โNothinโ tae worry โbout, ye jusโ focus on that wee life inside ye โn Iโll take care oโ eโerythinโ.โย
Leaning in, he pulled your face to his and kissed you with a sudden fierce passionโrewarding your obedience with the intoxicating warmth of devotion.ย
That had been several months ago. True to his word, Jimmy had kept you safe, sequestered deep within the heart of the compound. While his tattered flock handled the threat of wandering infected, you were treated like a delicate relic. Everyone doted on you. They brought you whatever you asked forโsmall comforts, stolen trinkets, andย extra rations of food that Jimmy insisted you eat. They even brought a hoard of soft clothes, anticipating the arrival of the child.ย
But as your body grew heavier, Jimmyโs protective instincts turned possessive. He restricted your wandering, eventually keeping you confined almost entirely to his private room. A sweet protective gesture. Cute nicknames were given to you which brought a smile to your blushing cheeks.ย
Your belly swelled causing you to waddle around. Breasts became tender, heavy, and swollen. Ankles swelled as well, the pressure built to uncomfortable levels. You got exhausted quickly, tiring out from even basic tasks.ย
Every moment Jimmy could spare, he spent at your side. Showing you care, helping you walk places for fresh air, helping feed you, help you dress, and even bathe. Which he loved doing. He looked at your naked, changing form as if witnessing a miracleโhis own personal magic trick. He was just as excited as you were. Eager to meet the child he helped create.ย
Tonight you turned in early. Exhaustion hitting hard for just existing. Lying on your backโthe only comfortable position you could find. Dressed in a nightgown the other jimmies had found and more than happy to give you. Round belly half-covered by a blanket, hand resting protectively on top.ย
Deep in the throes of sleep, Jimmy crept into the room. Being mindful of your rest he strips down to his boxers and tank top. Slipping into bed as softly as he could to not disturb you. The movements were subtle but enough to jerk your body slightly. A groan slips from your lips.ย
He stills himself, watching closely. He disliked the sound; it carried a note of genuine discomfort that disrupted his peace. He didnโt like it one bit.
โSweetness?โ He whispered into the dark.
You donโt reply, fast asleep, breathing softly. Belly rising and falling slowly.ย
Jimmy canโt help but watch mesmerized. Watching the round hump go up and down. Countless times heโs laid awake observing your sleeping form. Ego growing with pride. Heโs been so patient and soon that will be rewarded with his first offspring. His mind has made up that it will be a boy. Strong. A powerful leader full of charisma, his father has said nothing on the matter.
Another low groan of discomfort spilled out of your mouth, drawing him out of his thoughts.ย
Instantly attentive, his eyes scanned your sleeping form. Something was causing you pain while you were resting and he would have none of it. Watching your face he notes the way it twitches, scrunching up right before you groan. Thatโs when he notices how you shift so slightly, adjusting your hips, distributing the weight back and forth.ย
Thinking heโs found the source, a hand comes and carefully moves yours away from your belly only to put his in its place.ย
You shift again and he feels every movement through his palm. Another groan and he slowly starts rubbing in circles. Palm soothingly going round and round. This time when you groan itโs one filled with relief.ย
โAh,โ Jimmy muttered, a quiet triumph in his eyes. โJusโ needed me hand, did ye lass?โ He kept his voice low, continuing the rhythmic motion. โIโm here for ye. I wonโ let ye suffer.โ
The next groan that came out was softer. Somehow with his palm pressed over your swollen belly it relieved the pressure. Body losing the tension it was holding.ย
Jimmy rolls to his hips, hand continues to rub as he gets comfortable.ย
Your breathing was steady, finally at rest as he took care of you.
The more you relax, the more you sink into the mattress. The pattern he was rubbing grew into larger circles. Covering over the whole swollen area. Soft content sounds come out as easy as your breath. Leaning in he kissed several places on your belly. Warm lips press onto the fabric of the nightgown.
You made such cute noises in your sleep when he peppered you with kisses. As his head lifts he two damp, dark circles that bloomed on the fabric covering your breasts. Curiosity piquing, Jimmy leaned in closer, his blue eyes narrowing to inspect them.
โYer leakinโ.โ Jimmy whispered to the quiet room, a slow, fascinated smile spreading across his face.
Taking his time, he pulls the blanket down and moves the night gown upwards. Slipping the fabric over your belly, pulling it up and over your breasts. Thatโs where he found the source. The opaque substance oozed from the tips of your nipples.ย
Curious, Jimmy reached out. Fingers swiping at the liquid. Accidentally flicking your nipple, which appeared overly sensitive.ย
A low whine came as a response.ย
With a kiss to the plump flesh, he whispers an apology.ย
More of the substance trickled out and he couldnโt help himself.
โNeed tae taste ye, jusโ a little. Gotta make sure sโgood for the wee one.โ Justifying the urge to himself.
His tongue darts out and licks. Itโs not enough to get a full taste. Lips seal gently over the nipple, creating a small barrier, then he sucks. Itโs not much, but something comes out. The taste was unexpectedโrich, warm, and faintly sweet. He suckled again, feeling your body shift. A hand comes back to your belly and that seems to settle you.ย
Jimmy doesnโt get much, just a dribble of sweet milk that coats his tongue lightly. Without hesitation he swallows it. The taste is adequate. Sweet. He goes for more. Suckling again, drawing more out. His hand on your belly pets softly, warm under his palm, rubbing in slow smooth circles.
With each pass of his hand over the stretched skin, it brings out a soft moan from your sleeping form. Unconscious and involuntary noises that only deepen when he uses his tongue to swirl over the nipple. Your breast was warm in his mouth. He delights in the fact that his actions give him a response. It seemed that you were extra sensitive or from lack of touch like this in sometime.
That soft tongue laps up any leak of milk he can while he keeps a slow rhythm. Suckling gently as his hand dips to the underside of your belly helping ease the pressure there. The milk that manages to come out is enough to wet his tongue but not enough to satisfy him. Still, he continued, lips sealed, latched onto your beautiful warm breast. Hand still slowly going round and round in a soothing pattern.
More pleasure filled sounds came from your sleeping body.ย
Jimmy couldnโt resist a few harder sucks when more milk finally came out. He lapped it up quickly with a light groan. The quiet wet sounds of suckling rose in the air as he grew bolder. Tongue flicking the hard bud makes your moans louder.
The sounds and feeling roused you from slumber. Slowly your eyelids fluttered open. Groggy from exhaustion, you felt the warm wet tug at your breast and a weak pressure gliding over your swollen belly.
As he nursed, the light smacked of his lips floated into your ears. Suckling on you like a newborn. Lazily, before you were fully aware, your fingers found his long golden hair. They thread through the strands gently providing encouragement.ย
Petting his head he noticed that you were awake, taking advantage, he sucked harder, tongue flicking faster.ย
You gasp softly.
He pressed his palm firmer over your belly, following the curve of it, rubbing in slow strokes. The pressure you had been feeling all day eased. With your head thrown back into the pillow another moan rises from your throat. The combination of his hand and mouth working in unison kept noises constantly spilling off your lips.ย
The sound only encouraged him.
Pulling off, leaving your nipple wet, the sudden cool air, mixed with hot breath, had your groan loudly. He kissed the plump swell of your breast as he apologized.
โSorry for wakinโ ya, flower.โ he whispered, his lips brushing light and warm against your skin in a kiss.
Before he could draw back, your fingers tightened in his golden hair, silently urging him to stay. The relief he was providing was too good to lose, and beneath it all, a heavy, slick heat was beginning to pool deep between your thighsโa restless ache that was becoming impossible to ignore.
It took no coaxing at all. Jimmyโs mouth was back on you, drawing you into his warmth with long, slow, deep pulls.ย
Your hands stroked the long gold strands of hair, grip tightening, tugging sometimes as a moan or two slipped free.ย
He would hum sending vibrations straight through your breast. After another few sucks he lifts his head and mouth leaving your nipple with a pop.
Your gripped tightened in his hair afraid he was done. Hands cradled his head pushing to keep him close.ย
Jimmy stayed where he was. He simply looked up, his cold blue eyes now dark and heavy with a mixture of hunger and possessiveness. His hand never stopped its soothing, circular path over your stomach.ย
He took in every glorious detailโparted lips, fluttering lashes, the wet shine of swollen breasts, and the way your body was warm and shifting restlessly.ย
There was also a glassy look in your eyes as they stared back with need and love.ย
Affection and pride tightened in his chest. The beautiful sight you made carrying his child and the way you were so sensitive. So responsiveโฆ
โLet me take care oโ yer body.โ He cooed, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble.
You nodded weakly as his head dipped back down. THis time, his lips claimed the other, neglected breast. He sucked gently. Tongue sliding over the hard peak gathering the milk that trickled out.
His name came off your tongue. Whiny. Broken. โJi-Jimmy.โ Your chest arched, pressing more of your breast into his mouth. Nails dug into his hairโdesperate little motionsโas sparks ran through your body like lightning. Everything was so sensitive. Mouth on your breast, hand on your skin, made everything he did pleasurable.ย
He kept a steady rhythm, suckling and rubbing. Heat pooled between your thighs, burning hot like a furnace. Pussy growing wetter. Thighs parted partially, hips shift, squirming with building need. The relief pushed you into a deep euphoric haze. It had been some time since he touched you like this. Maybe he was fearful it would somehow hurt his offspring. You were unsure of the reason.
At first Jimmy kept things slow. But when your moans got louder,he began to draw harder, his tongue flicking and swiping at the leaking peak.
A needy whine caught in your throat, chest arching again. Fingers dig into his scalp, clutching desperately at his hair.ย
The tight grip made him groan deeply. As his palm slides over the curve on the underside of your belly your body responds on natural instinct. Thighs parting wider, as if inviting his hand to go lower where you ached.
He felt the restless roll of your hips and he lifted his head. A strand of saliva breaks as he pulls away. Blue eyes spark gazing at your flushed cheeks. Lips parted, eyes clouded with overwhelming pleasure.ย
Your fingers slide through his hair until your hands cup his jaw, staring back at him with a soft smile.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.ย
You met it eagerly with a firm press back.
A warm hand rose up your belly to cup your breast, thumb softly rolling in circles over the wet nipple.
Suddenly you moaned against his lips pulling his face harder to yours.ย
He responded eagerly, kissing deeply, licking your bottom lip with his tongue. Until he broke the kiss to your dismay; a string of saliva was still connected between your lips.ย
Panting lightly, you hold his face in your hands. You look at him with reverence as if he were something holy.
Thumb rubs purposefully over the hard bud earning him a long mewl. To his elation milk freshly trickled out. Using his thumb he swipes the white substance. He brings it to his lips. Keeping his eyes locked with yours his tongue slowly descends and licks it off.
Your pussy clenched around nothing, cheeks burning bright.ย
Jimmyโs hand was back at your breast giving the nipple another swirl before it slid past your sternum, over the curve of your belly, going lower as fingers tease the pubic hair finding your soaked folds. His whole-body shivers with how drenched you were. Taking two fingers, they part your lips, feather-light as they found your swollen clit.
Barely touching and your back arched off the bed. Thighs spreading in welcome. A broken loud whine escapes your throat.ย
With care he started rubbing. Tenderly pressing his fingers just enough to not overdo it.
Your hips roll.
โThis what ye needed sweetness?โ He asked, watching you already unravel at the lightest touch. His voice was low and rough. Fingertips brushing over your clit with a firmer pressure.
Desperately your hands fumbled tugging at his hair again.
โPromised didnโ I? Thatโd I take care oโ ye. Blessed thing. Carryinโ me childโฆโ Jimmy purred, easing a finger inside, then another, pumping them in and out steadily through your slick heat. Thumb working at your clit. Once more his head was at your breast, lips going back around the nipple. This time suckling harder, tongue lapping up that sweet goodness.
Your pussy clenched around his fingers while hips rolled.
โJimmyโฆ Jimmy.โ You moan repeatedly. Chanting over and over.ย
His fingers pushed deeper all the way to the knuckles as slick drips down his hand. He could tell your body wanted more. Fingers push in and out. At some point curling deliberately stroking just right over that sweet spot.ย
Chasing the sensation your hips roll in a circle. Slick coats his hand as your pussy clenches greedily around the digits.
Jimmy sucked and swallowed any milk your body was willing to give. Giving a low hum of satisfaction he leaves your breast alone. The nipples are hard and swollen with a wet shine. For a while he watches, face leaning close to yours.ย
โAm I makinโ ye feel good?โ He asked breathlessly. Hot breath ghosts your cheek.
โYe-yes, god yes.โ Fingers clutch tightly to his hair with a moan.
Jimmy grinned with a gleam in his eyes. โAinโt no god but me, bonnie.โ The way you nodded in submission made him cocky. It was simple, but it still lit something primal deep within. Fingers pushed even deeper. Impossibly deep. Sliding in and out effortlessly thanks to your soaked folds. They curled at the g-spot.
A long-broken moan tore out of you.
โMissed this, havenโ ye?โ He murmured, lips lightly grazing the skin.
Your face scrunches from pleasure. โMhmโฆ missed having youโฆ ughโฆ inside.โ Hips buck meeting his hand.
โAye, I know, sweet thing. But gotta wait โtil the wee one comes. Then I can bless ye again.โ Voice low, soothing. Thumb pressed harder against your clit. Fingers speeding up.
You groan while your hips jerk. Bucking hard when he strokes that sensitive spot inside. Walls flutter around his fingers.
โOh, go-... Jimmy.โ You whine for him. Every breath you took was desperate and needy. Thighs spread wider, allowing him deeper. Pressure and heat build fast in your core.
โShhh.โ He purrs, kissing your lips. Slowly making out while his fingers pumped. Tongue swipes against yours. That thumb of his works tirelessly. Working in circles. He could feel every shiver, every needy clench, but he kept you from falling just yet.ย
You brought his head closer, grip tight, lips crashing together. So desperate. So needy. Moaning into the kiss.ย
Fingers glide against your walls, deliberately taking long slow drags. Your body trembled as he drew out the pleasure. Every whine, every moan that came out of you, Jimmy drank it in.ย
You buck your hips, chasing the feeling.
His fingers followed each desperate roll, not letting you escape the constant pressure. As he breaks the kiss to look at you, so he could witness that glorious moment when your climax arrives.ย
Your walls clench again.
โLet go for me sweetness. Let it take ye.โ Murmuring against your cheek planting a few kisses there.
โOh-Oh, Jimmy. โYour back archedโwell as much as your pregnant belly allowedโa cry tore out of you, high and loud. Hands tug at his hair, fingers so tight the knuckles lose color.ย
โThatโs it. Thereโs me good precious lass.โ He praised with a purr as he felt your body tense.ย
Your orgasm crashes through you, walls clamping down hard around his fingers. Juices come squirting out in hot droves. His fingers and hand get soaked as it comes pouring out. Rushing down your thighs soaking the sheets. Muscles lock as your body shakes.
You choke on a moan with a cry.
Jimmy works you through it even in the little aftershocks. Fingers continuously pump in and out all the way until your body softened and the spasms faded.
Only when your body went limp did he withdraw his fingers. Your chest heaved in deep pants. His wet hand came to rest gently on top of your stretched belly, patting.
The tight grip you had on his hair loosened as you coaxed him closer.
Without hesitating Jimmy knew what you wanted and happily met your lips in another kiss. Deep and passionate as he carefully pressed his body to yours, being mindful to not put too much weight next to your swollen belly. Mouth moving over yours as you kissed him with love.ย
He swallowed a couple moans you made as he let you take whatever you desired from the kiss. Staying connected until you were the one to break it this time. Pulling back to breathe, hands snaking to his cheeks, thumbing the cheekbones as you stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Voice dripping with ecstasy, low almost at a whisper.
โJimmy.โ You say with a hard exhale.ย
The sound of his name and the way you said it made his chest tighten. Then he smiled, โyes, me sweet, blessed mum tae be.โ
โThank you.โ The words came out soft, honest. All that pressure, every ache from being pregnant seemed faint now. Warmth replaced it, leaving you floating all thanks to him.
His hand moved tenderly over your belly.
A quiet moan came off your lips. Fingers thread lightly through his hair as he shifts lower on the bed. Carefully resting his cheek against your belly and taking one of your hands in his.ย
โAnythinโ for ye.โ He murmured lowly. โMother of me offspring.โ
He stayed there proudly, protectively, breathing softly against your skin. One hand holding yours, thumb brushing the soft skin. One hand holding yours, thumb brushing the skin. The other resting on your belly next to his head.ย
The room went quiet with just your breathing. Feeling his warm body against yours.
๐๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ: Remmick x Fem!Readerย - One Shot/Blurb, A.U. (No Beta)
๐.๐: Smut/Porn with no plot. Just shower sex with Remmick. I hope ya'll enjoy! Likes, Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! ๐ค๐
๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฆ๐ช๐ป๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ: MDNI, 18+, PiV, Cervix Contact, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise, Squirting, Cum Eating, Creampie.
๐ข๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐: Shower Sex with Remmick.
He gripped your hips and effortlessly lifted you, bracing your back against the cool tiles of the shower wall, warm water cascading down your body.
Then, he slid into you slowly, so slow, inch by inch. Letting your tight heat swallow him whole until your hips met with a wet smack. He didnโt move yet.
He just watched your face contort with sensation, with surrender and pleasure.
And he whispered. โYouโre addicted, ain't you? To me. To this. To the way I make your body beg.โ
Finally, he moved.
Deep, steady and slow.
His hand moved up to press flat against your stomach, just above where he was inside you.
โFeel that? Thatโs your body tellin' you I own it.โ
And he did. You felt every inch of him.
You were slipping under, and he was dragging you with him.
"F-fuck, Remmick!"
He slammed into you again, hips colliding with yours in a slick, sinful rhythm that had no mercy left in it. Water splashed off your skin and his, steam fogging the glass shower walls behind you, the air was thick with the sound of skin, breath, and want.
Your walls clenched around him so tight he cursed sharply, a low, feral moan dragging out of him as he bit down just shy of your throat.
You whimpered and involuntarily tightened. Every thrust driving you up the wall, back arching, chest heaving, nipples brushing against his chest.
His mouth ghosted along your jaw as he rammed into you deeper, rougher, chasing the way your body trembled. Like you were caught between falling apart and begging for more.
โYou clamp 'round me like your pussy knows it belongs to me,โ He hissed, โLike itโs tryin' to keep me...hold me so deep you never forget I was here.โ
And fuck, now you were close. You could feel it.
In the way your breath hitched and stomach tightened. In the way your thighs twitched around his waist, and the way you moaned in desperation.
"Fuck! D-don't stop! So close.." You wailed as you felt your orgasm building intensely. His pace quickened, and you felt him push deeper, reaching your cervix. Repeatedly grinding into it while also stimulating your G-spot. A familiar pressure, accompanied by your orgasm, rapidly approached.
You could feel yourself leaking onto him as it trickled down and mixed with the water cascading over your bodies.
Remmick's grip on your hips tightened, fingertips digging into the flesh like he was trying to imprint himself there permanently. He slammed into you harder, faster, grinding his pelvis into your swollen clit with each thrust, angling himself to hit that perfect spot inside while bullying your cervix again and again.
That raw, liquid heat spilling out from you, coating his cock and thighs, dripping down onto the tile and mixing with the water still pouring around you both.
โCum for me again,โ He growled into your ear, voice low and ragged, each word punctuated by the brutal rhythm of his thrusts.
โSoak me. Shake for me. Scream for me.โ
He moved one hand down between your legs and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles, ruthless, relentless, perfectly in sync with every deep grind of his cock inside. You twitched so violently he had to brace you tighter to keep you from slipping off him.
Your eyes fluttered, mouth opened, and then you felt it again.
That pressure, the build up.
His mouth pressed to your ear again, whispering the filth you craved. โBe a good girl and squirt all over meโlet me feel it. Let me drown in it.โ
And just like that, your body snapped.
You screamed, and your pussy milked his cock with a strength that made his knees tremble. Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, violent, wet and soul-shattering. He growled loud against your neck as he kept fucking you through it, watching your entire body quake and twitch under his hands.
โThatโs it, loveโfuck, yesโgive it to meโฆโ
You soaked him.
The pressure, heat and mess was almost too much.
Your thighs locked around him, spasming as you writhed against the tile. Your cunt clenched so hard around his cock, he groaned through clenched teeth, barely able to keep rhythm.
He held you against the wall like something possessive and starving. One arm locked around your waist, the other splayed over your chest, feeling the pounding of your heartbeat.
Remmick leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear again, breath harsh, body still rocking into you, slow and hard, letting you feel every inch stay deep.
โLook at youโฆโ He murmured. โJust fuckin' look at youโฆโ
His hips rolled, grinding himself deep into your oversensitive walls, drawing out every twitch, every sob of overstimulation that he devoured.
โFallin' apart for meโฆ Milkin' my cock like your body doesnโt know how to stop.โ
And he wasn't stopping.
Even now, still leaking, still spasming as you clung to him. Like your body didnโt want to be empty. Like it refused to.
He groaned into your neck, teeth grazing skin he'd already marked, cock throbbing dangerously inside your still-trembling cunt.
โYou want more, donโt you?โ He asked, voice ragged and wicked. โEven now...wrecked and ruined. You still want me to fill you again. Fuck you 'til your legs forget how to work.โ
He pressed deeper. Letting you feel the weight of him twitch inside.
Then he said it.
โYou want to be bred in the shower too, darlin'? Want me to fuck that soaked lil' hole until itโs drippin' with everything I give you?โ
He looked you dead in the eye, one hand sliding down your stomach again, toward where you were joined.
Your eyes involuntarily rolled back when he asked those questions, and you trembled, clenching him tighter.
A low, thunderous growl erupted from deep in his chest, so animalistic it echoed off the tile. He gripped you tighter, slamming his hips into yours with a brutal, punishing rhythm, your slick walls still fluttering and overstimulated, but soaking wet and taking every inch.
Your moans were choked now, high-pitched, breathless and addicted.
He snarled into your ear, voice low and cracked, breath ghosting over your wet skin. โYou want it, donโt you? Want me to fill you so deep it leaks out for hoursโฆโ
Your body arched as he slammed home again, your back hitting the wall with just enough force to make you gasp.
โSo full it drips down your thighs while youโre tryin' to walk away from meโฆโ
He didnโt stop.
He rubbed tight, quick circles against your clit, forcing you to feel every single inch of his cock hammering into your pulsing cunt. Water splashed. Skin slapped. Incoherent words spilled from your lips in broken, babbling cries.
And he watched it all.
With one final, savage thrust, so deep he bottomed out, cock grinding against your cervix, he came.
A guttural moan tore from his throat as he spilled into you. Hot, heavy, and relentless. Rope after rope of cum flooding you while your walls milked him relentlessly. He didnโt pull out. He didnโt stop. He held you there and forced you to take all of it.
โThere it isโฆโ He hissed between clenched teeth. โFuck, take itโbe a good girl and hold it inside.โ
He stayed buried deep, twitching with the last spurts of his climax, your thighs trembling as your body continued to spasm around him.
Just stayed buried to the hilt, twitching, pulsing, cock locked inside your soaked, spent cunt. Still leaking. Still clenching around him involuntarily, like your body refused to give him up.
His hand traced from your hip up your side, then gently cupped the underside of your breast, thumb brushing the soft, sensitive nipple. He watched your body jolt under the soft touch. You were so tender now, so raw. And stillโฆ your pussy fluttered around him again.
His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, and you violently shivered.
โStill needy?โ He murmured, teasing.
He rolled his hips once, slow and grinding, just to feel the way your entire body tightened again at the stretch, the friction, the obscene wetness still between you. The hot pulse of his seed had already started to trickle back down around his cock.
He caught it with his fingers.
Brought it to your lips.
โOpen.โ
Your lips parted reflexively and obedient as he pushed two cum-slicked fingers into your mouth. You moaned around them, then you felt him twitch inside.
You curled your tongue around his fingers, licking away the mixed taste. Soft moans that sent small vibrations through him. He pulled them out and kissed you aggressively, leaving you completely breathless and your body heavy with exhaustion.
His hips pressed you tighter against the wall, though he didnโt move inside you, just kept you locked together, connected in the most intimate way.
Your legs trembled, and he knew exhaustion was beginning to pull at you, melting you in his arms. Your breath hitched under the force of the kiss, body slack and ruined.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly along your throat, feeling your pulse hammer against his tongue, then placed a gentle kiss there.
tysm for the tags these are always really fun๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
โจโจcat (this one looks almost identical to mine๐ฅน), rosy maple moth, mouseโจโจ
no pressure tags: @cuntbitchandthebottlemen @quietchaosclub @scalpdisease @crowsberries (so sorry for any unwanted/repeat tags, pls ignore if thatโs the case!!)
sorry if youโve already been asked this lol but have you seen house of the dragon/ game of thrones!!? and or maybe would you ever write for some of the characters ๐ ๐
I haven't been asked this yet on here, but I've discussed it a bit on other Platforms.
And I have seen Game of Thrones, but I haven't watched House of the Dragon. I do plan to watch that and eventually A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.
If I were to write for GoTs, it would most likely be for Ramsay Bolton. ๐ฅด And possibly a few other characters who's names I can't remember lol.
๐๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ: Remmick x Chubby/Plus-size!Fem!Readerย - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta)
๐.๐.: This Fic was inspired by this Request! Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! ๐คโค๏ธ
๐ข๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐: You're out with Remmick, trying to enjoy your night together, when a random guy approaches you. After declining his advances he throws insults, which usually don't bother you but tonight the words hit harder than you anticipated. So you find a somewhat quiet place to recenter, where Remmick spots you before leading you somewhere more private.
Requested by @vamp-fuxker (I hope you enjoy! Also I did change the setting to a Nightclub/Bar, so I hope that's alright.)
MASTERLIST
Reminder
The bar was packed, a mess of bodies, music and laughter. Tonight, with Remmick's hand occasionally brushing your lower back, it felt perfect.
He leaned in until his lips were close to your ear, making sure you would hear him over all the noise. "I'm gonna grab us some drinks."
You smiled, nodded, and watched Remmick vanish into the crowd, leaving you to sway to the music. Unfortunately, the moment was short-lived. Your eyes scanned the room for Remmick, momentarily distracted when a shadow fell over you.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Why's a pretty thing like you all alone?"
You sighed inwardly and turned to face the man, offering a polite but firm smile. "I'm actually with someone, thanks."
The man, whose eyes lingered a little too long, scoffed. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. Lemme guess...he's stuck in the bathroom all night, or he went to get you food. Heard that before."
Your smile faltered, a knot forming in your stomach. "I've declined. Please just...leave me alone."
His face twisted, a cruel glint in his eyes.
"What? You think you're too good for me or something?" His eyes raked over you again, lingering on your belly. "Shit, look at you. No wonder you're by yourself."
The insult hit harder than you'd like to admit. Your chest tightened, fingers curling into fists.
"You'll be alone later anyway with a body like that."
You watched him walk away, towards a group of men who had been watching the entire exchange.
The man who spoke to you handed over a $20 as he admitted defeat, continuing on about how he assumed most bigger women were supposedly "easy".
You suddenly could feel every movement of your body, every inch of your skin that didn't conform to what society considered an ideal and desirable physique.
The self-consciousness, a lurking demon you usually kept at bay, surged forward, wrapping you in its grip.
You needed to escape, to breathe.
You navigated through the crowd, seeking refuge in a dimmer, less populated corner near the restrooms, your vision blurring at the edges. Your breathing came quick as you tried to stay composed.
You weren't naive, and you knew the world had opinions about women like you. But it still stung, especially tonight, when you had for once felt comfortable in your skin. When Remmick had looked at you like you were the only woman in the room.
"Hey, what's wrong? I've been lookin' for you everywhere."
Remmick's voice was a comforting anchor in the chaos. He appeared, two drinks in hand, brow furrowed with concern. When his eyes met yours, he set the glasses down on a nearby ledge, not caring when one spilled over. He gently touched your cheek, feeling the faint dampness there.
"Darlin', talk to me."
Tears finally spilled, hot and shaming. "Some...jerk," you explained hesitantly. "Insulted me when I rejected him."
His jaw tightened, a flash of pure fury in his eyes that quickly softened when he looked at you. He didn't try to rationalize or dismiss your pain.
"Forget him," he says, "You're perfect the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing 'bout you."
You let out a shaky laugh. "You have to say that. Youโre myโ"
"Donโt." He interrupted. "Donโt finish that sentence. I donโt have to say shit. I want to. Because itโs true."
Remmick must have seen the doubt in your eyes as he took your hand; his grip was firm and reassuring. "Need a reminder? Come with me."
He led you to the discreet door of the women's restroom, pushing it open and guiding you inside.
The lights hummed, but his eyes stayed glued to you.
He closed and locked the door behind you both, plunging the small space into unexpected intimacy. Remmick stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands as his thumbs traced the damp tracks on your cheeks.
"Look at you," he whispers, his voice thick with a tenderness that bypassed your bruised self-esteem and went straight to your heart. "You're perfect and radiant. That piece of trash, he wouldn't know true beauty if it hit him in the face. Hell, he probably can't even make a woman cum."
You let out a soft laugh.
His eyes, dark and intense, roamed over you, lingering on the curve of your hips and stomach. The swell of your chest. The full and soft lines of your lips.
"Your body," he began as his hands moved lower, gliding over your waist. His touch was a possessive caress. "It's a masterpiece. Every single curve, every soft inch of you, it drives me absolutely wild."
Remmick pulled you closer until your bodies met. His warmth was a contrast to the cold self-doubt you had been drowning in.
"Don't let some irrelevant loser dim that light inside you." His lips brushed against yours. "'Cause when I look at you, all I see is perfection. All I feel is this." His hips pressed into you, a hard and undeniable proof of his arousal. "This ache...for this." He gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly tighter against him, grinding gently.
Your breath caught. His touch and words were an erotic antidote, dissolving the shame with each grind.
"Let me show you," he murmured.
His eyes never left yours, burning with an almost desperate need. He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. A silent promise to worship every curve and inch of the one he loved.
His hands moved, sliding up your sides, over the curve of your waist, the swell of your tits. He palmed them through the fabric of your dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
You gasped, arching into him.
Remmick's hands slid lower, bunching up the hem of your dress until it was around your waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. The cool air hit your pussy, making you shiver.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart. "You want me to show you how much I want you?" His breath was hot against your skin, fingers digging into your flesh.
You knew that look. Knew that tone. It only added to the growing wetness between your thighs.
"You want me to make you forget every fuckin' word that asshole said?" His eyes roamed over you, admiring the view. Starting from the warmth and slickness of your pussy, then your soft, rounded midsection. His eyes took in the stretch marks that covered your skin. He lifted his head to place a gentle and affectionate kiss just below your bellybutton.
"Yes," you breathed.
Before you could blink, his mouth was on you, hot, wet and relentless. The tip of his tongue dragged through your labia from your entrance to your clit, circling once.
You moaned, hands flying to his hair as your fingers gripped tightly. Your hips canted forward, thighs trembling.
He squeezed your ass, pulling you closer, tongue flicking out to tease you. Then, he shifted your position, hooking your legs over his shoulders and effortlessly supporting your weight as you leaned against the wall behind you. His hands traveled over the curve of your ass, cupping it and spreading your cunt with his thumbs.
His tongue slowly pushed inside, groaning at the taste of you. The vibrations made you shiver, your legs instinctively closing around his head while your head fell back. Your breathing came quick and ragged.
Remmick's tongue was magic; it somehow filled you perfectly and hit your G-spot. You could feel the pressure building, making you cry out softly. Your hips rolled on their own, effectively grinding your needy clit against his nose. The pleasure only grew, coiling tighter by the second.
He suddenly withdrew his tongue, flicking it over your clit in teasing strokes. You cried out as he lapped at you, teasing your entrance before pulling back to focus on your clit again.
"R-Remmick!" You whimpered.
He groaned in approval, then pulled away, "doin' so good, darlin'." Then he was sucking your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. The grip on your ass tightened as he dragged you closer, his tongue working you into a frenzy. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of him licking and sucking.
Your back arched, fingers digging into his scalp when your climax hit you. Walls clenching around nothing as you came with a broken cry. Remmick didn't stop, alternating between licking your clit and lapping up every drop of your release. His fingers dug into your skin while he held you open.
When you sagged against the wall, legs shaking, Remmick stood. His lips still glistening with your, arousal before his tongue darted out to lick everything away.
"Turn around," he ordered.
You obeyed without hesitation, pressing your palms against the wall, arching your back to present yourself for him.
His hands roamed over your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before one hand slipped between your thighs, instantly finding your sensitive clit.
"So wet for me," he growled, "always so responsive."
You whimpered as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit, hips jerking while his other hand held your hip to steady you.
"Remmick, p-please," you whined, pushing your ass against him, shivering when you felt the hard ridge of his erection still separated by his pants.
He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "Please, what?" His fingers drifted down to tease your soaked entrance.
"Need you inside," you gasped when he barely pushed the tips of his fingers past your entrance.
Remmick pulled his hand away, followed by the sound of his zipper being undone. Then, his cock was there, hot and heavy against your ass before the head rested against your entrance.
"Fuck," he hissed as he slowly pushed inside, letting you feel every inch of him as his girth stretched you.
You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out, the tip of him notched against your cervix as he kept himself buried deep, filling you completely.
He didn't give you time to adjust; he quickly withdrew until only the tip was inside, then his hips snapped forward. The room filled with the slow rhythmic slap of skin and the faint squelch of your cunt.
"You feel so damn good," he grunted, "so fuckin' tight."
You moaned, muscles clenching around him as the pleasure built all over again. His free hand slid around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he continued to fuck you with deep strokes.
โCum for me,โ he ordered, his voice rough with need. โI want to feel it.โ His words were your undoing.
Your back arched, body tensing as your second orgasm hit you. You milked his cock as you came with a broken cry.
Remmick groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. โAhโfuckโโ he growled, his fingers tightening around your hip as he buried himself deep and came with a shuddering groan, his cock pulsing rhythmically inside as he filled you with his cum.
He rested his head on your shoulder, both of you panting, then pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he slowly pulled out. His cum dripped down your thighs as he turned you to face him.
Your legs were weak, and your body still trembled from the force of your climaxes. Remmick caught you before you could collapse, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you against his chest.
โYou okay?โ he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.
You nodded, your cheek pressing against his shoulder. โBetter than okay.โ
Remmick chuckled. โGood."
He kissed you again, slow and deep, before he helped you clean up. Then, led you back to the bar to enjoy the rest of your night together.
