Hello! Our server hosted an incredible Secret Santa fic exchange event and as the host, I created this post to clump everyone’s stories for your viewing pleasure !
Disclaimer : Some (if not all) will contain explicit written content! Viewer discretion is advised!
You can also find a few cross posted to Ao3!
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⋮ ⌗ ┆ Remmick :
Sink Your teeth (You’re in love for one night) | @madkingcrowley
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ Remmick seeks refuge in your cabin, but makes a request of you. You end up biting off more than you can chew.
Monster After Dark | @scrprints
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ An intoxicating game is underway. Outside a desolate, abandoned manor, the cold winter night is the perfect stage for the possessive hunt. A dance of fear and desire with the vampire you love, Remmick. But tonight, the handsome mask is gone. There is only the Monster. You run, thrilling in the predator's pursuit, desperate to survive the chase yet simultaneously longing for the moment of capture. You know the rules of this game. Surrender is inevitable. This is possession. And you are ready to give your beautiful, terrifying monster exactly what he craves?
Lose Control | @punani-san
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ 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.
Come with me | @cryptidvillage
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ You’re a male werewolf being kept against your will in a barn by the Jimmies. An unexpected visitor comes to you in the night to rescue you.
A Study In Lace and Blood | @weavingduck
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ Brushstrokes of murder, stitches of suspicion. In London, the streets hide more than shadows, and every secret has teeth. You’re a seamstress who befriends a local troupe of ballerinas that have recently come to fear the dark. Amid whispers of Jack the Ripper on the loose, you decide to investigate alone and track a recent string of brutal murders, unaware that the killer lurks far closer than you think. You thought you controlled the hunt… but as clever and unafraid as you think you are, you’re soon about learn that curiosity comes with a price, and some hunts lead to dangerous rewards—as thrilling in bed as they are in the shadows.
Secret Santa Exchange | @nekkiotine
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ You've always liked Remmick, ever since you were both little kids. Little did you know, he's felt the same.
Better Watch Out | @spikedfearn
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ There’s a reason the townsfolk warn you not to go wandering alone this time of year—but you, with your pride and your temper, don’t listen. It’s only a few miles through the snow, after all, and you’ve never been one to fear shadows. But something walks the woods during the solstice—something old, antlered and cruel, cloaked in heat and hunger. What begins as an eerie journey to a remote cabin turns into a descent into myth and nightmare, where the chains that drag behind him aren’t just for show, and punishment is pleasure in the hands of the creature who’s been watching you all along.
Balsam | @nimisardenter
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ While home for the holidays you're hired to work part-time at your town's local Christmas tree farm. It's the perfect gig, really–that is, until your strange new coworker throws you off kilter.
At least there will be plenty implied | @eternalstrigoii
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ tba…
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Paddy Mayne :
Stress Relief | @foxtufts
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ Paddy has been advised to blow off some steam; you're looking to do the same. After a blind date, you're both left with some intense memories to take back with you from the bar restroom that neither of you can ignore.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Patrick Sumner :
The Mercy of Limits | @flixpii
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ Something is wrong with you. patrick knows it the moment you stop fearing the woods and start craving them. in a decaying house far from society, he teaches you how to stay—through discipline, restraint, and a quiet intimacy that blurs the line between care and control.
Under the mistole with Patrick Sumner | @cherryxhaze
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ You find yourselves caught under the mistletoe at a company Christmas party. And though you try to run from the smoldering connection with the doctor, both it and he catch up with you in the washroom.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Oliver Mellors :
The Last Leaves Of Autumn | @peter-newkirks-smolder
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ An impromptu walk through the forest becomes something much more intimate.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Roy Goode :
Beyond Blue Eyes | @patronsaintofjackoconnell
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ This was hard to summarise, so I leave you with two song lyrics that accurately represent Roy himself in this story: My dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be but Now that I met you, I finally know just where I'm headin'
Honey, Be Good for me | @iceemochaa
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ You hated him. He hated you. Somehow, that made you both compatible.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Lion Kaminski :
Close Enough To Catch You | @impalalullibies
𐔌 synopsis ⫶ Lion Kaminski never stops moving not when he’s hurt, not when he’s exhausted, and definitely not when he’s sick. But when he finally can’t push through anymore, you’re the one who notices… and the one who stays.
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Remmick is so Irish that he is sure to have many children with a reader 🤭 I need a fanfic about the big family he would have with reader, all vampire children😵, Rip reader who would never stop being pregnant 🫡
I would like to put spin on it and make it…Cross Road Demon! Reader x Vampire! Remmick…cause it could happen at little more realistically..like Remmick goes to the cross road makes a deal for your human vessel to have children with him..
demon deals & pregnancy..
Vampires weren’t supposed to repopulate for a reason. It went against nature, vampire and literal every other kind of nature. But, there were loop holes. Tricky ones, yes, but still loopholes that you could abuse. Crossroad deals could be made, if you had a vessel and human soul to trade for it. The problem was that Remmick didn’t have a soul to trade for a baby, nor did you. Your vessel had sold her soul to you years ago, and Remmick didn’t have one having lost it when he was turned.
So, he got..creative. He’d drag half dead men to your cross road, every night at midnight for a week. Half choking on blood as he forced them to agree to the deal for a much kinder death. It worked..sort of⎯took a few more human souls and your vessel was finally able carry a baby to full term. Not quite human. Not quite a vampire either. No, the baby was something in between. Something evil. Something unnatural. Something that should have never existed, yet did.
“I want another.”
“I beg your fucking pardon?” You raise a brow, turning your head slowly in his direction.
“I want another.” He repeats, as if it was the most casual thing ever.
Narrowing your eyes hard at his words, you watch him bounce the toddler on his lap, making playful faces with each bounce. You had been prepared for a conversation like this soon, but your vessel was still healing. She was weak and rather fittingly⎯drained from the two babies. The mix of human and Remmick’s mutated DNA had created a rough pregnancy. Anemia. Sensitivity to light and sounds. Cravings for iron filled things⎯rusty nails, figs, raw steaks, dried peaches, blood. Full body cramps. Brittle bones. Nausea. Dizziness. Shifting his gaze onto you, he stares with a comical pathetic look, the same look the children gave whenever they wanted something. Rolling your eyes hard at the look, you try to focus your attention onto the bassinet, the newborn fussing softly as you force him to do some tummy time.
“You have two.” You state in a deadpan tone, wiping drool off the newborn's chin.
“For now.” He dismisses, like it had already been decided.
“That are only a year apart.” You add, “Remmick, you are aware that the female body needs at least six months apart before it consider⎯”
“But, you are not human.”
“She’s still human.” You argue, “Besides, you still need to pay with souls. How are you going to do that without drawing the attention of the townsfolk, hm?”
Furrowing his brows together as he processes your words, he slowly frowns, his mind seemingly unable to come up with a response. It could be done, just not in this town. You had already been here too long, killed too many. If Remmick did it again, they’d start to suspect the two of you. It would be easier to move to another town and start fresh. But, you doubted Remmick would appreciate uprooting the children whilst they were still so young and vulnerable. Letting out a high-pitched cry as if sensing the growing tension in the room, you bend over the bassinet, scrooping the baby up in your arms. Two murky grey eyes starting right back at you, filled with fat tears.
“How much will it cost?” Remmick questions, his voice soft.
“Depends on what you're asking for, sweetheart.” You raise a brow in amusement, “Are you asking about another baby, or for a way to not get caught?”
“Both.”
You don’t respond, staring at him for a beat. It took two souls for your first baby to be born, then another three more souls for the latest one. You knew that for every baby it would cost more and more. Not just of your vessel’s body, but of souls. It would get to a point where it was no longer safe or practical to have any more children.
“Don’t tease me, how much will it cost?”
“Seven souls, and I would need a plot of land near a crossroad.” You shrug, “Somewhere far. Somewhere where no one knows us, we can work out the details later.”
Until Paul came back it had been a quiet night at the cave. Dwayne took Laddie skateboarding; David, Star and Paul went to the boardwalk.
Only Marko and you had stayed back. Marko was sewing on his jacket, adding new patches and reattaching ones that were starting to come loose. You had meant to read a few chapters of a new book, but you didn't get very far before a migraine made reading near impossible.
When you threw your book onto the table, where it landed with a soft thump, Marko looked up from his sewing and saw you rubbing your temples.
"Migraine?" he asked and you nodded.
Marko hummed in understanding as you got up to grab some painkillers you kept in one of the other rooms that remained of the sunken hotel. The boys all knew you were prone to migraines, and while back when you told them about it they had been worried they were the cause of them, with their wild lifestyle and loud music, you had explained that you'd already had these headaches long before you met them. Knowing that there was no apparent reason for your pain only made them feel more helpless though, since there was nothing they could do to prevent it. They had hoped turning you would help, after all vampires didn't get migraines, right? Well, clearly they did, because while your migraines had become less frequent since you became one of them, you still occasionally got them.
Coming back into the main cave you lied down on the sofa and buried your head in a pillow, hoping the pain might lessen if you closed your eyes. The dim lightning of the cave didn't usually trigger the light sensitivity that came with your headaches, but tonight it was so bad even the light of the fire barrels made the throbbing in your head worse.
"Anything I can do?" Marko asked, abandoning the work on his jacket to sit down next to you.
When you shook your head he simply sat with you, gently playing with your hair.
After what felt like only a couple of minutes the peaceful quiet was disturbed by Paul jumping down the stairs that made the entrance to the cave, loud and hyper as usual. He hadn't even completely entered the cave when he already called out to you. "Hey guys, you're not gonna believe this! Fucking insane man, I was just walking past the rollercoaster and then there was this-"
"Shh! Stop being so loud Paul, Y/N has a migraine." Marko scolded him, as Paul came to a halt in front of the couch.
"Aww, I'm sorry Baby. Want me to get you some painkillers?" Paul immediately lowered his volume, not wanting to make it worse.
You rolled over onto your back to look up at him and shook your head. "I already took some. Wanna cuddle with me 'till it gets better?"
"Sure." Paul immediately agreed, he was never one to turn down cuddles.
He half picked you up, lying down in your spot and lying you with your head on his chest, resting one of his hands on your back.
Now Marko also moved, not wanting to be left out, he lied down on his side next to you and Paul, draping an arm over the both of you. The sofa was barely big enough to allow the two vampires to lie next to each other, and you were a little worried Marko would fall off, but Paul scooted closer to the back of the couch and pulled Marko close with one arm to make sure that wouldn't happen.
"Comfortable?" Marko asked, giving you a little kiss on the forehead.
You nodded.
You could feel Paul fidget around a little but you didn't mind. You knew how hard it was for him to stay still like this and you appreciated that he tried for you. It didn't take long for his hand to find it's way to your head where it started brushing through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. The sensation was very soothing and you soon found yourself drifting to sleep, thinking how it must have the same effect on Paul judging by the fact he had stopped fidgeting.
Man I love ur Sinners headcannons(closest thing I could get to Cornbread x reader content tbh) I have one cute request...well two where the reader kisses them off guard or the vampire is asleep and the reader comes in and cuddles with them.
Remmick
He'd been reading, or pretending to anyways, sprawled out on the couch. Maybe it was how soft his lips looked in that moment, or the way he'd been muttering to himself in that lilting Irish drawl you loved so much...
You couldn't help yourself.
You leaned down and kissed him. Remmick froze for only a moment. For a heartbeat, he didn't move at all.
And then he smiled.
Before you could pull away, his hand shot up, cupping the back of your neck and bringing you right back down to deepen the kiss.
"Oh no, darlin’. Ye don't get to just kiss me once and run off. That's not real polite, s'it now? No no...Me thinks you best gimme another piece of sugar. Me thinks I deserve it." He then kissed you again. His thumb brushed over your jaw, coaxing you closer, savoring every second of his little special moment with his special person.
When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, and he was grinning widely.
"And now...me thinks we should get rid of all yer clothes and get to the bedroom before I lose my patience and just take ye on the couch instead."
You laughed softly, still dazed. "Well...okay then. Guess we have to move."
He smirked, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before effortlessly carrying you. "Oh, we definitely do, mo chroi."
Remmick adores you. There’s nothing more to say. He loves the kisses and treats each one of them like a treasure.
Stack
Stack had been leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, talking your ear off about another ridiculous plan of his. He was throwing you that lopsided grin that always meant trouble and kept making you laugh.
You didn’t plan to kiss him. You just…did.
You leaned in while he was mid-sentence. The words died on his tongue the instant your lips touched his. For half a second, he froze, blinking like he wasn’t sure what just happened. Then his hand shot out, catching you by the hip before you could retreat.
“Well, damn,” he breathed against your mouth, his grin curling back in place, showing you that golden tooth. "Didn’t know it was that kinda conversation."
You tried to step back, but he wasn’t having it. He tugged you closer until you stumbled into his lap. "Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Y'don’t get to drop a bomb like that and just walk away."
He kissed you again and is thumb brushed along your jaw, tilting your face just enough so he could catch the little sound you made when he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, still smiling.
"Thanks, baby. Been wantin' to do that all damn day."
You laughed breathlessly and he squeezed your waist before letting you go.
"Now," he added, eyes glinting, "or you can either pretend that didn’t just happen…or you can stay right here for round two. Your call, baby."
No need to say, you ended up having one hell of a make out session after that.
Mary
Mary was sitting cross-legged on the couch, painting her nails cherry red while humming under her breath. You’d been watching her for a while and before you even realized what you were doing, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers.
She gasped, the brush slipping and leaving a streak of red across her thumb.
You pulled back, mortified. "Mary, I—"
But before you could finish apologising, she caught your chin between her fingers and tilted your face back toward hers. The corner of her mouth curled into a slow, knowing smile.
"Well, sugar plum," she murmured, "if that’s your way of sayin’ hello, I’ve been greetin’ people wrong my whole life."
She leaned in and kissed you. She tasted like cherries. "You tryin’ to kill me again, sweet thing? My poor heart can’t take surprises like that."
You smiled shyly. "I didn’t mean to—"
"Oh, hush," she interrupted with a laugh, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. "You meant it. And I loved it. End of story."
You smiled and kissed her again. At least, you knew now that kissing Mary would never be a problem.
Bo Chow
Bo was leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands stained faintly with motor oil and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was talking about something, some repair job of some kind. You’d been trying real hard to focus on what he was saying, but you kept getting lost in the curve of his mouth, the rough rasp in his tone, the glint of sweat on his throat from working under the sun.
And then you just…did it.
You stepped close, plucked the cigarette from his lips, and kissed him.
The world stopped for a heartbeat.
Bo didn’t move. Then, as the shock melted into a grin, his hand came up fast to cup your cheek and he hummed into the kiss.
When he pulled away, that grin of his turned into a smirk. "Well, hell. If I knew ya were gonna do that, I’d’ve stopped talkin’ sooner."
You laughed, a little flustered, trying to step back, but he tugged you right back against him. His thumb brushed over your lip, his gaze dark and warm all at once.
"Hey hey now…none o’ that," he tutted playfully. "Not done yet. Ya don’t just light a fire and walk away, baby. That’s not how it works."
He kissed you again with his arms around your body and chuckled before finally letting you go. He wiped his thumb along your jaw where a little smear of oil had rubbed off. "Now look what ya made me do. Got grease all over ya. Guess I’ll have to clean ya up later, huh?"
And he scrubbed you squeaky clean…
Cornbread
Cornbread was half-asleep on the couch when you did it. He’d been sprawled there like a cat, one arm draped over his eyes, the other dangling off the side of the couch holding a half-empty glass. You’d been watching him for a while. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t even think before leaning in.
Your lips brushed his, soft as a breath.
He froze for half a second, then his lips curved into that lazy, lopsided grin you knew too well.
"Well, I’ll be damned," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. "Didn’t know I was dreamin’ yet."
You started to pull away, embarrassed, but his hand came up slow and steady, catching you by the back of the neck. His thumb traced your jaw, calloused and gentle all at once.
"Uh-uh," he said, his eyes opened now. "Ain’t no way you’re kissin’ me like that and walkin’ off. No ma’am/sir."
He tugged you closer, just enough for your lips to meet his again. His free hand came to rest at your waist, keeping you there while he deepened the kiss. When he eventually let you go, his grin had gone soft around the edges. "You got a funny way of wakin’ a man up," he teased. "But I like it."
You rolled your eyes, but he chuckled and tipped his head back against the couch. "Don’t stop on my account," he added, patting his chest with a wink. "Reckon I could get used to that kinda alarm clock."
Annie
You found her at her worktable, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy braid, muttering to herself as she pressed dried herbs into little glass jars.
She didn’t even notice you coming up behind her.
"Annie?" you whispered her name softly, and she turned just as you leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t long. Just a quick, impulsive press of lips. But it was enough to stop her completely.
Her eyes went wide with her lips parting slightly in awe. "Oh—oh my stars," she breathed out, voice trembling with surprise and delight.
You started to step back, suddenly shy, but Annie’s l hands caught your shirt. "Wait—" she said quickly with a happy smile. "Now, where are you runnin’ off to?"
You blinked, amused, but before you could answer, she was already tugging you back in.
This time she kissed you. Her hands lingered against your chest, feeling your heartbeat, grounding herself in it. When she pulled back, she chuckled, her eyes crinkling with happiness. "Now how am I supposed to focus on work?"
You smiled, brushing your thumb against her cheek. "Guess you’ll just have to take a break."
She looked at you, then at the herbs on the table, then back at you and laughed again, bright and gentle. "Yeah. Maybe I will."
And when she leaned in for another kiss, it tasted faintly of honey and sunshine.
Bert
It wasn’t planned. You just… did it.
Bert froze. Eyes wide. Lips still parted from whatever snarky comment he’d been about to make. For one glorious second, you saw his entire brain stop processing…then his eyebrows shot up.
"…Did—did you just—" He blinked. "—kiss me?"
You smirked. "Mhm."
Before you could pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck and laughed, low and breathless. "Oh, hell yeah. Come here, darlin’."
The next kiss was hungry and messy, his hands cupping your face, pulling you closer until your breath hitched. He smiled against your mouth and licked inside your mouth…chasing your taste like a starving dog. You broke away and his grin was downright wicked. "Thanks for the gift, baby."
You started to say something, but he cut you off by kissing you again. "Mm-mm. Not done yet. Daddy needs his sugar. Give it here."
You shoved at his shoulder and laughed. And when you kissed him again, he hummed against your lips, smiling so hard you felt it.
Joan
Joan was arranging a stack of papers at the dining table. You watched her for a moment, the way the lamplight caught her silhouette and highlighted the sharp elegance of her features.
You leaned in and kissed her.
She froze immediately, paper trembling in her hands. Her eyes went wide, shock flickering across her otherwise composed face.
Before you could step back, Joan’s hand lifted, brushing your cheek with the gentlest touch. Her fingers lingered there as she leaned into you, meeting your lips with a slow, deliberate kiss. When she pulled away, her eyes softened, glimmering with something she rarely let anyone see.
Her hand remained against your cheek as she leaned back just slightly, her gaze lingering, soft but intense. "A rather sweet kiss. I suppose…I’ll allow it. And I suppose you have another one for me? It would be rude to not kiss me again."
You grinned, leaning in for another quick peck, and she let out a small laugh before hugging you tightly.
Pairing: Remmick x fem!reader
Rating: nonexplicit
Summary: Remmick told you that he hadn't eaten real food in decades if not centuries. You decided to treat him.
Word Count: 2308
CW: brief mentions of cunnilingus and other sex acts but nothing "on screen", fluff!
First divider credit -- heart divider credit
A/N: no smut this time! This is for @foxtufts's Two Cakes event (masterlist here), where we were all given the same prompts/themes and asked to write for them! This is to prove that multiple people can write the same idea and it's not a problem, it just means you have two cakes!
Thank you to @sinfulteeth for beta-ing my fic AND for helping me brainstorm! Also I did Not find a recipe for the mentioned cake but according to Google It Is Possible.
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You once had asked Remmick exactly how old he was. He had always alluded to living through events and wars that had ended centuries ago, but he rarely gave a straight answer. At first you thought it was because that's how he acted around someone he wasn't totally comfortable with.
And then you realized it was because he was embarrassed.
Over the time you two had been together, he became more comfortable with the way he was, vampiric self and all. Your unconditional love seemed to help with that.
Still, a tiny part of him was terrified that something, even something so small as realizing he had seen the Viking raids of Ireland in the 8th century, would make you realize he was a monster that wasn't worth the time you had given him.
First, it had been the more obvious things; his thirst for blood, the glowing red eyes, his near nonexistant refractory period (this he was certainly not embarrassed about). Then, as time went on, it became the more obscure things, like the fact that he had forgotten what his face looked like.
A few weeks after this startling realization, you had gifted him a painting of himself, looking over the water as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. You had painted it as true to life as possible, making sure to include his high cheekbones and gentle Cupid's bow. His eyes were blue, but you could see just the faintest hint of his fangs peeking out from his mouth.
His face had been impossible to read, and briefly you had been concerned that he hated the painting you had made of him.
Instead, he gently set the painting down before throwing himself at your feet, curling one of his arms around your thighs while the other reached under your dress to rip off your underwear as fast as he could before shoving his face into your cunt.
After physically showing you how much he liked and appreciated the painting, he told you with his words, peppering your face with kisses as he did so.
It was at that point you had decided it was crucial that that Remmick needed to experience little bits of normality.
You had realized fairly early into your endeavor that it was more challenging than you'd initially thought. Over the years you'd known Remmick, you had learned what vampire myths were based in truth and which ones were not. Holy water and crosses were more of a nuisance than anything else, but he couldn't enter an occupied building without an invitation (that definitely came in handy when you felt like teasing him by fucking yourself on your fingers, leaving him only to watch from outside).
Some of myths did not really affect him on a daily basis, like the holy water. Others, like the fact that he couldn't go out in the sun, were much harder to plan around.
This idea of giving Remmick gifts and trying to make him feel normal, even briefly, began to plague your waking thoughts. It was the first thing you thought about when you woke up, and the last thing you thought about before falling asleep.
You wanted him to feel normal, but you didn’t want to risk him believing you wanted him to be normal. You loved Remmick just the way he was, and you wouldn't change him for the world, but you knew, on some level, that he was self conscious about himself, and you certainly didn't want to add to that.
You had been baking for your newlywed neighbors when you had the metaphorical lightbulb moment. The wonderful lesbian couple across the street that always waved and never bat an eye at Remmick's odd hours (one of whom Remmick had insisted was a werewolf and you'd told him off because no, just because a woman didn't shave that didn't make her a werewolf) had gotten married in the summer and just returned from their honeymoon, and you wanted to surprise them with a lemon cake as a married-housewarming gift.
The date of your own one year anniversary was rapidly approaching, and you were worrying incessantly over what to get him. Worrying so much in fact, that you barely noticed you'd cut yourself slicing the lemon garnish until the stinging pain of lemon juice seeped into the fresh wound.
"Fuck!" you yelled, rushing to the sink to wash out the cut in hopes it would dull the pain. You attempted to breathe through the pain, crossing your fingers that it wasn't so serious you needed stitches.
After a minute or two, you turned off the sink and grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, being careful to pad your finger dry and check the severity.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad…" you trailed off, looking at your cake, only to realize you'd somehow gotten drops of blood onto the frosting. Tears welled up, frustrated that you'd spent so much time on the dessert, only to ruin it with blood.
And then you had an idea.
You had scoured the internet; and were shocked to find how few recipes there were for desserts with real, human blood. There was, of course, fake but edible blood, then edible foods that contained other mammal blood, like blood sausage (Remmick had told you that he'd tried it once and it was fine but certainly not the same as human blood), and then finally recipes that contained human blood more for rituals and less for consumption.
On some level, you were relieved (you guessed?) that there wasn't some cannibal cookbook floating around on the internet.
On another level, you were definitely on some kind of FBI watchlist now.
At some point you had given up on finding recipes with blood, and instead decided on replacing some of the ingredients that traditionally went into a cake. Through the use of Chef Google, you had determined that because blood was a protein, you need to replace other proteins in a recipe… like eggs.
You had also decided on the timeline: you had to make it around your anniversary, but you decided to wait until he left your apartment to go hunting for a couple days; this way, he wouldn't immediately notice something was off when he arrived home to find you anemic and more tired than usual.
Your plan was coming together perfectly.
Remmick arrived home the night before your official one year anniversary date. He, of course, knew it was your anniversary the next day; he couldn't ever forget such an important day. He assumed you were getting him something nice, like new suspenders, or a coupon for him to go down on you for as long as he wanted.
He had even briefly considered the idea of you getting him another gift, similar to the painting of himself, before quickly dismissing the thought. He felt selfish for even thinking of the idea, because any gift from you he would cherish.
You heard the front door open and ran to greet him, feeling like a housewife from the 50s.
"Oh, you're home!" You exclaimed, giving him a quick kiss and moving away quickly when he tried to deepen it.
"SO!" you started, nervous about your gift. Your heart was racing, and you knew he could hear it. "My plan originally was to give you your gift after dinner but I can't wait any longer and want to give it to you now!"
"I'm not gonna complain, darlin', especially since I can hear your heart tryin' to leap out your chest," he joked. You chuckled nervously, annoyed as hell that your heart was giving it away.
You walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the plate and cloche, then nudged the door closed with your arm. Remmick had sat himself down at the bar, patiently waiting for your present.
"Okay," you explained. "I tried my best but there wasn't exactly a 'how to' for this, so I kinda winged it… wung it?" You told him to close his eyes, set the platter down, and very carefully removed the cloche.
"You can open them now!" You said, and Remmick did as he was told. You had presliced a piece, worried he wouldn't be able to tell with the frosting.
A dark red velvet slice of cake sat on the platter. It was a much deeper, darker red than traditional red velvet, moreso looking like the secret ingredient you had replaced the eggs with. You had ensured the cream cheese frosting was stark white by adding the tiniest drop of purple food coloring the neutralize the yellow tones.
You'd even only added a thin layer of frosting, as you didn't know if Remmick's (surprisingly) delicate stomach could take frosting… or if cream cheese existed even when he was human.
If you were being honest with yourself, you were proud of how the cake turned out. Other than the color (and the slightest smell of iron) you weren't sure a regular person would be able to tell there was something off about the cake.
"I don't know if you can tell, or how it smells to you, but in the cake there's-"
"Blood," Remmick cuts you off, staring at the slice of cake. His face was blank, his eyes laser focused. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, and you tried to remind yourself to breath normally. You hadn't had a panic attack in years, but if Remmick didn't react or show any emotion at all you were worried it was coming.
Remmick looked away from the cake and made eye contact with you, and instantly your fears melted away. His facial expression hadn't changed much, but you had spent almost every day (night?) with this being and knew that he was overwhelmed. It was the closest you'd ever come to seeing him cry, and that included when he was telling you the story of how he was turned all those centuries ago.
His fingers flexed, in the way they did when the more primitive part of his brain was trying to decide if his claws should come out; not because he was in danger, but because he was so overpowered with emotion. You pushed the platter a little closer and set the fork on the counter near his hand.
He slowly picked up the fork and began to cut a bite off the piece of cake. The silence felt overpowering, and you had to fill it somehow.
"This probably won't surprise you, but there aren't many recipes online for human consumption with human blood, so I replaced the eggs instead. Google also if you added 'too much' blood the taste gets iron-y, but that was kind of the goal here…" you trailed off as he put the fork into his mouth, waiting with bated breath.
Remmick made a noise that, if you were in the bedroom, would have made you gush. Instead, you were flattered.
"This is so good," he said, shoveling another forkful into his mouth. He briefly slowed down his chewing.
"I should save it," he reminded himself.
"Oh there's a whole cakeful left in the fridge," you told him. He paused, made eye contact with you, then began chewing faster, eager to eat more of the blood cake you'd made him.
"I know it's been forever since you had real food that didn't taste like ash, so hopefully this helped?" You asked, somehow still a little nervous about the gift.
He stopped and swallowed, then immediately stood up and hugged you faster than you could think. His breath smelled like iron and chocolate, and you assumed that if anything or anyone else smelled like this, it would be repulsive. But it was Remmick, and it was home. He leaned back to look you in the eyes, his voice cracking as he spoke.
"This is the best gift anyone's ever givin' me darlin', truly".
"…And here's your salt free cupcake. Have a nice day!" You told the fae as they left, the electronic bell ringing as the door opened. The fae's wings shimmered as they disappeared into hiding. You had originally placed an old, physical bell to alert when someone entered the store, but a surprising number of them were made out of metals that many of your customers were allergic to. It was immediately replaced.
The bakery was easy to walk by if you didn't know it existed; the front was plain and without dressing, other than the WELCOME sign that was removed at the end of every shift, so light fingered vampires couldn't attempt a break in. You ensured that steel and silver never made it near the inside of the bakery, and you always kept a little notecard in your apron pocket listing the creatures that you could and could not thank:
Vampires + werewolves = THANK
Fae = DO NOT THANK
You had just started thoroughly cleaning the countertops so you could start on the baked goods that required certain ingredients when the doorbell rang again. You looked up to greet them and stopped.
It was your lesbian neighbor.
"Hello!" You greeted, trying to hide your confusion. The bakery was well known, sure, but only in certain circles. It was a safe haven for supernatural creatures to find comfort food, or even just a space where they could be themselves without worry of persecution. It was imperative that the world didn't find out about this space.
Your neighbor took off her sunglasses and smiled, revealing striking yellow eyes and fangs peeking out from her mouth.
"Oh."
Remmick was right. You knew he was going to be so insufferable about it.
"I've heard great things about this place!" your neighbor told you. "How did you come up with this idea?"
"Well," you started. "There's a pain in the ass vampire named Remmick…"
Ngl I love your Sinners fanfics since they're the only ones that are closer to getting Cornbread content. I do have one request in mind right now: Since you did one on the reader getting jealous how would the vampires react to being jealous themselves?
Cornbread
Cornbread sees it and sighs like you’re giving him extra work. “Oh hell no…don’t make me get up.”
He tries ignoring it for a minute. He wants to avoid the effort. But when the flirting continues? He stands, cracks his neck, and strolls over with the slow confidence of a man who knows everyone should be scared of him.
“Move along,” he says simply.
If they don’t? He steps closer. Too close. “I said: move along. Champ.”
Then he puts an arm around your shoulders and grumbles: “Why people always gotta go after what’s mine…? Should I tattoo my name on your forehead for ‘em to get the fuckin’ point?” Proceeds to kiss said forehead and you both walk away.
Stack
Stack acts amused. That’s how you know he’s jealous. Some guy at the bar buys you a drink? Stack starts grinning like he’s watching a comedy special.
“Oh this is adorable,” he says, leaning back. “Lil’ man thinks he has a chance.”
The stranger gets cocky and touches your arm. Stack’s smile disappears instantly. He stands slowly, walks over, takes your drink from your hand, downs it in one go, then wraps an arm around your waist.
“Lemme help ya out, buddy,” he says pleasantly. “That one’s taken.”
The guy scoffs. Big mistake. Stack leans in close enough for his eyes to flash red. “Now walk away before I stop using manners.”
Afterward he’s all smug—pulling you into his lap, kissing your shoulder, muttering: “People got real bad survival instincts around you, baby.”
Mary
Mary gets real mad real quick. You’ll be chatting happily with someone and suddenly realize Mary’s gone quiet beside you. Very quiet. Then she smiles politely at the person flirting with you.
And somehow that’s worse.
“Oh sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve misunderstood the situation.”
The room suddenly feels ten degrees colder. The flirt nervously laughs. Mary doesn’t. She steps beside you, smooth as silk, and gently fixes your collar like she owns you.
Because she does.
“You’re wasting your time,” she says sweetly. “They’re already spoken for.”
Then she takes your hand and leads you away with perfect elegance while the poor soul behind you reconsiders every life choice they’ve ever made.
Bo
Bo gets OFFENDED. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”
You’re just standing there while some stranger flirts. “Nah, nah, hold on. I leave ya unattended for FIVE minutes and suddenly folks think there’s applications open?”
He marches over, grabs your waist possessively, and points at himself. “Do I look dead to you? ‘Cause I’m standin’ right here.”
The stranger awkwardly apologizes. Bo just laughs humorlessly.
“Damn right.” Then he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “And you. Smilin’ all pretty at people. D’ya enjoy seein’ me suffer or somethin’?”
Meanwhile his hand never leaves your hip the rest of the night. Not once.
Bert
Bert gets jealous in the funniest possible way.“OH this motherfucker’s flirting.”
You almost choke laughing because he says it with genuine betrayal. The stranger tries to introduce themselves and Bert shakes their hand aggressively.
“Hi. Husband. Existing husband. Current husband. Permanent husband.”
The person leaves almost immediately.
Bert turns to you, offended. “Did you SEE that? Right in front of me! The nerve!”
You’re laughing too hard to answer. He grabs your face dramatically. “Baby. How dare ya?! I’m sensitive. Delicate. Frail. I demand kisses! Now!” Proceeds to kiss you all over your face.
Five minutes later he’s over it and asking if you wanna get fries.
Joan
Joan’s jealousy is terrifying because she remains perfectly composed. Someone flirts with you at a bookstore café and Joan simply watches from across the room.
Calm. Elegant. Deadly.
Then she closes her book, stands, and glides over.
“Darling,” she says to you warmly, completely ignoring the stranger at first. “There you are.”
She kisses your hand. Only then does she acknowledge the other person with a small glance. “…Still here?”
The flirt stammers something awkward.
Joan smiles faintly. “How persistent.”
You can practically hear the person’s survival instincts activating. Joan loops her arm through yours and walks away without another word, entirely confident you’ll follow.
You do. Obviously.
Annie
Annie gets clingy when jealous. Someone compliments you and suddenly Annie is attached to your arm like glue.
“Oh wow,” she says brightly. “That’s so sweet! They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
You can already hear the danger underneath the cheerfulness. The stranger nods nervously. Annie smiles wider. Then she kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your temple.
One after another until you’re laughing.
“Annie—”
“What?” she asks innocently. “I’m just loving my partner.”
The stranger excuses themselves almost immediately.
Annie waits until they’re gone before hugging you tightly. Then she asks for cuddles as compensation for her suffering.
Remmick
Remmick notices immediately.
Doesn’t matter if someone just smiled at you for too long or touched your shoulder in conversation…his head snaps towards it. At first he tries to behave. He stands there with his arms crossed, jaw flexing, eyes narrowed into slits while he watches some idiot laugh at your jokes a little too eagerly.
Then you smile back. Oh, now he’s suffering.
He lets out the most wounded sigh imaginable and mutters to himself:
“…Aye. Fine. Cool. Great. Love that.”
You don’t even realize he’s crossed the room until suddenly he’s behind you, chest against your back, chin dropping heavily onto your shoulder.
“Hi,” he says loudly with a large fanged grin.
The poor soul flirting with you goes pale immediately because Remmick is staring at them like he’s mentally measuring their coffin.
You try not to laugh. “Remmick—”
“No, no, continue,” he says sweetly, smile stretched too wide. “Don’t let me interrupt ye flirtin’ with me beloved.”
The person says. “I wasn’t flirting.”
“Mmhm.” He does not believe them. One arm snakes around your waist possessively.
“…D’ye mind?” he finally asks them. “Yer seconds away from becomin’ dinner.”
They leave QUICK. The second they’re gone, Remmick turns to you with narrowed eyes.“Did ye enjoy that?”
You grin. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?! Oh, that’s cruel. Yer cruel.” He clutches his chest dramatically. “Flirted with another man right in front o’ me beautiful giant eyes.”
“I smiled at him once.” You tried to justify yourself.
“TWICE.” Then he proceeds to drag you away by the hand so he can sulk in private. Except his sulking mostly consists of him wrapped around you like an overgrown bat while grumbling into your neck. “Should bite people who look at ye too long. Would solve a lotta problems.”
You laugh and kiss his cheek.
He immediately softens.
“…Alright,” he mumbles. “Maybe not bite. Maybe just hiss at ‘em. Very loudly.”
Sumerry: You and Marko have gone out for around a year,almost every night you two would have dates on the boardwalk or go on rides. But it's hard living on a vampire schedule while still being human. Sometimes a cozy night is what you need.
A/N: Life wants to keep me down rn so I stayed down and wrote this.
Pair: Marko x reader (and Paul if you squint)
A harsh knock on the window woke me up from my sleep. Calling it knocking is generous, it was more like banging. I tried to ignore it, but then it would start again, but louder. I groggily got up from my desk, walking over to the window. Outside, Marko is swinging from the tree with a smirk across his face.
He was hanging from the tree branch that was not too far from my bedroom window. He kept swinging back and forth like a kid at recess.
"Were you kicking my window?"
"How else was I meant to knock? My hands are busy." One hand let go of the branch, showing how he could have easily nocked with hands but decided not to.
"Can I come in or not, cutie?"
"Come in." I move back into my room, feeling a strong gust of wind as he comes in. Hearing his boots hit the floor as he landed and walked behind me.
On my desk I see the clock, it was 11:36 pm. Damn, I must have knocked out while trying to study. Marko and I usually meet around 10, no wonder he came to my house.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Marko. I was studying, and I guess I crashed."
"Thought so, cutie." He grabbed me by my arm, pulling me close until I was right up against him. The cool leather touched my skin, helping to wake me up. "So I decided to swing by and save you from boredom."
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. I intended it to be a small peck on the lips, but Marko kept me in place. He had a metallic taste on his lips, most likely from blood. It was strange at first, but I quickly grew accustomed to it. It's not like the metallic taste was bad at all. I ended up pulling away out of need for air. We break away, and he makes his way to my desk.
"So this is what has all your attention."
He flips through the papers on my desk, some new and some old, that I need to throw away but forgot to. He quickly got bored by it, shifting his attention to a small toy ball I had on my shelves.
"Trust me, I don't want it to. I've been trying to shove this in my brain, but nothing's sticking."
"I can help,I know things." He tosses a small toy ball up in the air, then catches it over and over. I'm not fully sure how he found that,I'm pretty sure I lost that in the mess of my room a whole ago.
"Fine" picking up a random paper and asking a question.
"What year did Columbus set sail?"
"Pass" he says without missing a beat.
"What is the chemical symbol for gold?"
"Um pass"
"How about this, what is the powerhouse of a cell?"
"For sure pass" He throws the ball up and catches it again and again.
I give Marko a blank look because he has been zero help. I wouldn't have to restudy any of this if I actually passed the first time. But last time I decided to go out with Marko instead of studying.
"What? I'm not a trivia guy. That's more Dwayne's thing."
I tossed the papers back on my desk, which was already a mess of different subjects. "How am I ever going to pass any of this?"
"Oh, I know this one,dropping out."
Marko tosses the small ball to me. Catching it, I set it aside out of his reach before he broke something I actually cared about.
"Come on, baby, no job, no college, an infinite future." He walks close to my chair, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
Leaning slightly out of my chair, getting close to his face. Teasing him with the proximity and the slight chance I will say yes. "I'm not dropping out," I state, standing up and pushing him aside so I can collapse onto my bed.
"Oh come on, we turn you, and you leave all that boring stuff," motioning to the stack of papers, "and be with me and Paul."
"and Paul?"
"Paul gets lonely, and who are we to deny him attention?" Marko smirks at his own comment. He takes off his jacket as he makes his way to my bed, dropping down next to me.
I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his chest. His skin was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. Marko ramped an arm around me, his other hand resting on my cheek. He once said he liked to feel my skin because of how warm I felt to him.
"You know, once in the 70s, David and I were—" Marko started to ramble on about some story from his past that randomly came to mind.
He had a habit of rambling, I think it's because he liked the sound of his own voice. It was always interesting to hear about his life as a vampire living through the ages.
His voice continued to soothe me by pulling me out of my own worry-some thoughts. His voice matched his energetic charm while still holding a slightly old-fashioned yet timeless accent. The more I got to know Marko, the more I picked up on things that were hints of the long life he's lived.
Exhaustion started to catch back up to me. I tried to keep my attention on what Marko was saying. Markos's voice was oddly soothing for such an energetic guy. It was always nice to hear him ramble on about something. It gave me a sense of energy yet comfort when needed. But before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
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euthanize me. Smut warning. Saw this picture and it awoke something in me
Staying in one place with you meant that Remmick couldn’t just go around eating whoever he wanted and draining the town dry. But he couldn’t eat regular food either, so you two compromised that at night he would go out to the livestock pens where the cows slept and drink from them. With bigger bodies, the cattle wouldn’t become ill from a bit of blood here and there- especially when he rotated herds. But there was one problem.
It just wasn’t the same as human blood. It was fatty, and oily, and Remmick wasn’t too much of a fan. Plus it was less nutritious for a vampire, so he had to drink more of it for the same sense of satisfaction. It wasn’t long before you started to notice a bit of pudginess around his middle, fingers sinking into the softness where you used to feel ribs and muscle. You supposed it could also be attributed to him not moving from town to town anymore, but regardless.
He’d come back from tonight’s feeding around 1:30 AM; you were already asleep in bed. Dimly, as if still in a dream, you heard the door creak open and then felt the mattress dip under his cold weight. He smelled like damp grass and cows still, making you wrinkle your nose and shift away from him on the bed.
“Don’ go like that…” he whined in a petulant tone, shuffling against you again and nosing at the back of your neck. Even though he was technically undead, there was something undeniably human about the way his lips puffed warm, metallic air that fanned against the finer hair at your nape. “Y’shoulda stayed up f’me…”
You grumbled in reply, too lazy to open your eyes quite yet as you lightly shoved him back. He always got so sluggish and clingy after feeding, especially with this new diet.
“You been drinking all that cow blood, you’re starting to become one-“ you griped, losing resistance when he slung an arm over you.
“Mmmmm… I only do it ‘cuz y’dont want me huntin’. Cmon, tell me y’love me…” he cooed right against your ear, fangs brushing against the cartilage as he slung a heavy arm over you. It used to be such an uncanny feeling when he cuddled you since he was always cold and clammy to the touch, but with his sturdier frame now he had the illusion of warmth. Remmick wrapped around you like a koala, face pressed in the crook of your neck and inching one of his legs over yours with his abdomen pressed against your back.
“Baby, it’s too hot out for all that,” you complained, patting his arm to signal him to move.
“Tell me you love me,” he repeated, reaching over you and shifting his weight so he was practically laying on top of you. God, he could be so annoying when he got like this. Centuries of luring people had made him a master of guilting and begging to get whatever he wanted, and Remmick was positively spoiled at this point.
“I love you.” You grumbled half heartedly, turning your face and hoping he’d be satisfied with this answer. His face fell, and he made a whining noise before dipping his head to nuzzle against your neck.
“Not like that. Like y’mean it!”
You sighed, bringing a hand up around his back and looking down at him. Maybe his touchiness was annoying, but you couldn’t help the rush of heat in your stomach when you looked down his back to see that along with the rest of him, his ass had also grown a fair bit. You could appreciate that.
“I love you so much, honey,” you crooned, kissing his cheek and bringing your arms up around him to squeeze him against you. He purred affectionately in reply, nuzzling against your collarbone and pressing little kisses and nips to your skin. His face had rounded out, and you lifted one hand to teasingly pat his cheek.
“You miss when I was a wee thing, huh?” He griped, still idly mouthing along your neck and jaw.
“Not at all. You’re cute like this. Like a pet,” you replied jokingly, now mostly awake. You felt him smile against you, clawed fingers drifting to your thighs and squeezing the flesh.
“Aye, im yer pet,” he agreed, practically drooling onto your neck. “I’m good, right?”
“Mhm, very good. You’ve been behaving so well these past few weeks,” you praised, reaching behind his head to stroke the short whorls of dark brown hair. He melted into your touch, almost whimpering as he nestled himself between your legs. He really thought he was so sneaky…
“Don’t you get tired of being a pest?” You chided, although you kept lightly scratching his scalp.
“Not in the slightest. I’ll be quick about it-“ he assured you, shifting the covers to the side and pulling your nightgown above your waist, “-and I’m still hungry.”
You rolled your eyes, suppressing a fond smile as he nuzzled against your belly on his way down.
“So soft an’ warm… wish you’d let me sleep between yer legs…” he mused, pale face disappearing between your thighs to kiss and nip at the skin there. He was on all fours now, arms still gripping your thighs while his back was arched to prop his hips up. Moonlight from behind the curtain cast a silvery glow on the curve of his spine and slight dimples above his waistband.
“Alright now, don’t keep me up too long,” you warned, relaxing back against the pillows. As if sensing your sleepy impatience, he pulled your underwear down (with your help) and leaned in again to press open-mouthed kisses to your mound. You trusted him enough to mind his fangs, lightly resting a hand on his head while he made little contented noises. He stretched his jaw wide, attaching himself to your slit and licking a stripe up your pussy. He repeated the motion a few more times to open you up a bit, and upon hearing your little sighs of approval, closed his mouth around your clit to suckle on it. Remmick flattened his tongue against the swollen bud, pushing back its hood and pulling with his lips.
“Move it along, Remmick, I’m gon’ fall asleep soon-“ you griped after a few more minutes of him lazily eating.
“So mean t’me,” he whined, nuzzling his face against the crease of your hip and thigh, “-here I am, tryna be a proper gentleman, and there you go rushin’ me.” He looked up at you with those shiny, albeit uncanny reflective puppy dog eyes while lovingly stroking your hip. With a dramatic sigh, he finally pulled away after giving your clit one last peck before sitting back on his haunches to pull his pants down. His tank top had been discarded before he’d gotten into bed, pale torso on display.
“I know, I know, ‘the state a’ you’,” he huffed when he saw you ogling him, leaning back down once his flanks were exposed.
“Oh, cmon, let me see,” you snickered at his bad mimicry, pushing at his shoulders. He let out another long-suffering huff, sitting back on his heels. He looked healthier now than when he had been alone, fattened on cow blood and affection. The trail of fine dark hair on his belly led down to a length that was as stout and thick as the rest of him, shot through with bluish veins and darker pink where his tip peaked out from beneath his foreskin.
“Done inspecting me, cruel woman?” He grumbled, crawling forward until he was level with you again. Remmick settled right back into his place, fitting against you heavy and solid with his chest against yours and sloppily mouthing at the corner of your lips. “Tell me I’m good-“
You obliged, reaching around him to cuddle him against you and pat his broad back. “Mhmmmm… you’re my good boy…” you crooned, petting him like a loyal hound while he notched himself against your leaking hole. He let out a low groan in reply, nipping your ear as his arms snaked around you in a crushing bear hug. He bucked his hips a few times against you, coating himself in your slick before finally pushing himself in with a shaky whimper. You let out a little hum at the familiar stretch, letting one of your hands travel down to squeeze his ass. This seemed to set him off, starting to shallowly hump into you. He was already getting loud, moaning and whining against your neck like a wounded thing as he gripped your back. One of Remmick’s clawed hands buried itself in your hair to draw your head closer to his, the other drifting down to your ass to periodically lift your hips against his.
“Tá tú chomh hálainn- is breá liom tú-“ he groaned, starting to pull out further, back flexing. You knew that he liked to speak Gaeilge with you; it was such an intimate part of him that he reserved for these moments of closeness.
“Love you too, baby,” you grunted in reply, trying to keep up your dismissive and cool facade while digging your nails into the plump flesh of his behind and back. He just about whimpered into your mouth, kissing you feverishly as his sharp teeth scraped against yours. He wasn’t being nearly as rough as usual, hips merely twitching back and forth like he couldn’t bear to lose any measure of contact. His jaw hung limp, releasing little punched-out noises into your mouth whenever he pushed into your soft heat. You tilted your hips up so that your clit would get some more stimulation, rubbing deliciously against the patch of hair at the base of his cock.
“Mmf- oh fuck- oh, fuck me~” his whines started to grow higher-pitched, twitching inside you as his hips stuttered. Remmick could feel that coil in his belly tightening, dipping his head to your collarbone so he could nip at your skin. With the way he’d tilted your pelvis towards him, the blunt head of his dick prodded at your g-spot and made you squeeze your thighs around him.
“Awww- fuck-!” He practically squealed against the crook of your neck, opening his still-wet mouth against your skin as his eyes fluttered back. You felt him finish inside you, hot spend dripping down your thigh and making your stomach feel all warm and full. Even after he softened inside you, he still stayed wrapped around you, panting heavily against your chest. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, making his dark hair curl around his ears and forehead. His teeth and claws had receded, making the vampire look rather innocent as he curled up on you.
“Are you okay, y/n? Did you like it? Was I good?” He huffed out, rubbing his face against your nightgown.
“Mhm. Just fine. You were good. Now, I’d like you to let me sleep.” You grumbled in reply, giving his back a comforting pat. He’d no doubt be sleepy with a belly full of blood, and Remmick didn’t protest; snuggling closer to you without even bothering to clean either of you. Oh, whatever. You’d make him wash up tomorrow morning.
In which reader tries to convince Remmick to go out for a St. Paddy's date.
A/N: This is pure unadulterated fluff. I don't enjoy St. Patrick's, don't drink, have Irish ancestry. I get to channel that into Remmick for stuff like this. I also researched the alcohol content of Guinness.
tags: fluff, grumpy!Remmick, race + gender for reader unspecified, reader is just short
"Y' want me t' do what?" Remmick asked you with an eyebrow raised. "It's St. Patrick's day. You want to go out? Maybe have some dinner. Take a nice walk. Hear the Irish music. Maybe show the locals some moves?"
You knew he wouldn't go for it. You know he doesn't like the day and would much rather spend the night in with you. But every year you tried. And every year you ended up cuddled on the couch watching movies.
Was almost an annual occurrence at this point.
"Darlin', I love you and worship the ground y' walk on but you'd have a better chance o' the cat learning t' fly." The cat in question issued a chirp in response before it stretched and went into the kitchen for some food.
"Don't drunks make easy prey though?" You asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against his chest. "Normally but something about tonight. Don't know if it's the amount they’re drinkin' or the kind but I always end up drunk meself. And then there's the hangover. Makes it not worth it."
You leaned back against him and put your smaller hands over his. "Would assume most would be drinking Guinness. Which oddly enough, has a low alcohol content. Comparable to American beer." "Bah, American beer's like piss. Makes the blood almost sour tasting." Remmick replied before pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
"Supposed to drink Guinness while ye chat in the pub. Not see how many ye can chug before ye vomit. Or completely black out." Remmick explained feeling your fingers twine with his. Maybe to ease his sour mood.
"Okay, Bats. We can stay in tonight. But you owe me a romantic walk, mister." You said with an amused lilt to your voice which he picked up on. "Ye deserve all the romantic walks, lassie. Let's get changed and enjoy our yearly watch o' The Quiet Man."
"Can I wear my shamrock socks at least?" You ask to which Remmick sighed dramatically. "If you must."
