Which of Jack's characters would be the worst cuddler? ( personally Iโd say Remmick
The correct answer is all of them. ( but I'm just going to do the ones I feel I have a good grasp on. )
Remmick has not felt the warmth of a human apart from feeding on them in a very long time. It's like feeling the warmth of the sunlight but there's no burning. Apart from the burning of his love for you. He even comes across as a bit touch starved. ( on the flip side, his human bedmate has to deal with his nonexistent body heat. He's like the cool side of the pillow. )
Patrick cuddles for a variety of reasons. The comfort of your nearness, the ever persistent memory of the arctic that haunts him. You're like a weighted security blanket. He frequently ends up as the little spoon. And he hogs the blankets.
Paddy might have lost his shite somewhere in Cairo but he is a gentleman in the bedroom. Keeps you close enough for comfort but doesn't have you in a death grip either. He's the sort that will nuzzle into either your throat or the back of your neck. And if we add in Eoin, Paddy would have a hand on the other man's hip. ( oh to be the cream filling in that sandwich. )
Jimmy would be very obnoxious in the obsessive โI need to know where you are' way. He's the one that has you in a death grip. Or he handcuffs you to the bed. Downside is he stinks and so does his bed. Burn those sheets at your first opportunity.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . . . HONEY BELLE : the sweetest daughter south of memphis, left entirely alone when daddy travels into town. see her welcome a handsome stranger ! see the jealous farmhand discover them ! see precisely how much hospitality one foolish little farmerโs daughter can offer two determined men before the film runs out ! ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . . . 4.3k
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . . . remmick x reader x stack, modern-ish au, human au, very much inspired by the โxโ film, threesome, established sexual / professional relationship, amateur porn and sex filming, sex work, exhibitionism, voyeurism, farmerโs daughter / farmhand / cowboy roleplay, manhandling, light restraint, light spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, dumbification, bimboification, objectification, scripted slut-shaming, fingering, oral sex (blowjob and cunnilingus), deep-throating, gagging, drooling, face-sitting, messy sex, unproteced p in v and anal sex, double penetration, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, exaggerated vintage-porn tone.
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โThis is goinโ in the end scenes,โ Remmick announces from behind the camera, his voice carrying through the cramped upstairs bedroom as the lens follows you across the faded floral wallpaper. โShow everybody how serious our little actress takes her craft.โ
You turn toward him with one false eyelash already glued into place and the other pinched between your fingers, rolling your eyes dramatically. The yellow sundress they picked for you hangs open at the back, its halter ties dangling against your bare shoulders as you lean closer to the vanity mirror and carefully press the strip of lashes along your lid.
โKeep talkinโ, farmer boy,โ you murmur, smoothing the lash down with one painted nail. โYouโre the one who forgot his line six times last week.โ
Remmick lowers the camera enough for you to catch his crooked smile above it. Heโs already dressed for the scene, though calling it dressed seems generous when his faded overalls are hanging from his hips without a shirt underneath. A red handkerchief sits loosely around his neck, his boots are dusty from walking around the property earlier, and somebodyโStackโhas rubbed a little dirt across his chest to make him look like he has spent the morning pitching hay instead of helping you arrange camera angles.
โThat scene required concentration,โ he says, adjusting the focus as you reach behind yourself to fasten the sundress. โHard to remember dialogue when youโve got your mouth full.โ
โYou werenโt the one with your mouth full,โ you remind him, catching his reflection in the mirror.
โThat was the concentration problem.โ
Remmick has been unbearable since Stack bought the Super 8 from a man outside Memphis and declared that enough lonely perverts owned projectors for the three of you to build a business around them. Stack handles the advertisements, the mailing list, and the plain brown packaging meant to keep curious postmen from learning what is hidden inside. Remmick develops every reel in a washroom he converted himself, spending long nights hunched beneath red light while the films dry from lines stretched above the basin. You provide the pretty face stamped across the catalogues and the body responsible for nearly every repeat customer they have.
Honey Belle is supposed to be your most ambitious picture yet, complete with costumes, an actual plot, and a title card Stack painted by hand after three beers.ย
You play the sweet farmerโs daughter left alone after her daddy drives into town. Remmick plays the quiet farmhand who has spent all summer watching you carry baskets across the yard in your little dresses. Stack arrives in a pearl-snap shirt with a story about car trouble, and Honey Belleโs understanding of Southern hospitality becomes increasingly indecent after she invites him inside for lemonade.
By the time Remmick carries the camera downstairs, Stack is waiting beside the front door with his hat tilted low and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the chain resting against his chest. He glances up when you descend the stairs, his gaze sweeping from the ribbons tied into your hair to the way the sundress clings to the soft give of your hips.
โWell, damn,โ Stack drawls, reaching beneath the brim of his hat to scratch his temple. โAinโt you just precious.โ
You spread the skirt of your dress and give him a small curtsy, keeping your smile sugary enough to suit Honey Belle even as his eyes settle shamelessly on the tops of your breasts.ย
The costume department consists entirely of the three of you and a closet full of things purchased from yard sales, though Stack has treated his cowboy role with the seriousness of a Hollywood leading man. He even polished his belt buckle.
Remmick checks the film, points the camera toward the front door, and gives Stack a lazy signal with two fingers. Stack steps outside, waits until you have taken your place in the parlor, then knocks three times against the screen door.
You open it with your hands folded sweetly over your skirt, blinking up at him beneath your heavy lashes as the camera rolls from across the room.
โAfternoon, miss,โ Stack says, removing his hat and pressing it over his chest. His other hand hooks through his belt, the pose practiced enough that you know he tried it in the mirror before coming downstairs. โHate to trouble you, but my car gave out a ways down the road. Reckon I could use your telephone?โ
Your character does not have a telephone, though she does have a pitcher of lemonade and very little sense when a handsome stranger smiles at her. You invite him inside, take his hat, and guide him toward the kitchen with your fingers wrapped around his wrist. Remmick follows with the camera, capturing Stackโs eyes drifting toward your ass each time the dress sways above your thighs.
The first part goes nearly according to plan: you pour lemonade, Stack asks whether your father is home, you tell him Daddy has gone into town and will not return until supper, pausing to suck a drop of sugar from your thumb as Stack watches your mouth.
Then you lean across the table to refill his glass and give the camera a perfect view down your dress.
Stack clears his throat before setting his glass aside. โThat farmhand of yours always lurk around?โ he asks, gesturing toward the window where Remmickโs character is supposedly spying from the yard.ย
โHeโs sweet on me,โ you explain, slipping fully into a breathy little voice as you move around the table. โDaddy says Remmickโs got more muscle than brains, but I think heโs awful handsome.โ
Remmick makes a quiet, offended noise from behind the camera.ย
Stack catches your wrist when you pass his chair, drawing you between his spread knees with an ease that makes the lemonade tremble inside the glasses. โMaybe you oughta quit teasinโ that poor boy,โ he murmurs, rubbing his thumb across the soft underside of your wrist. โFellow might get ideas.โ
Honey Belle only giggles, resting one hand against his shoulder as his other palm travels beneath your skirt. The flimsy cotton lifts around his forearm, hiding what he is doing from the camera until your knees part and your expression goes pleasantly vacant. His rough fingers find the soaked crotch of your panties, pressing the fabric up between your plump lips so the wet heat coats his skin.
โMister,โ you breathe, gripping his shirt as his fingers slide beneath the white panties chosen specifically because they show up well on film.
Stack angles his body so the camera can catch his hand moving between your thighs, two fingers stroking through the slick gathering there. Your clit is swollen and sensitive under the pads of his fingers, and every slow circle makes your hips twitch. โAll this hospitality for a stranger,โ he says, tugging you closer until your legs press against the chair. โYour daddy know how friendly you are?โ
You shake your head, lips parting when his fingers find your clit.ย
Remmick circles the table, lowering the camera toward the place where Stackโs wrist disappears beneath your skirt before raising it again to capture your expression. The ribbons make you look especially soft and oblivious, which only becomes more convincing when two rough fingers sink into your cunt, walls soft and greedy as they suck at his knuckles, and the line you were supposed to say dissolves into a breathless little moan.ย
โThought you said you were a good girl,โ Stack remarks, glancing toward the camera as he curls his fingers inside you. โYouโre drippinโ all over my hand.โ
Stack works you until the heel of his palm is slick, then removes his fingers and holds them apart for the camera, thin strands of your arousal shining between them.ย
Remmick keeps the lens trained on his hand before cutting.
When it resumes, youโre bent over the kitchen table with your dress bunched around your waist and your panties hooked around one ankle. Stack stands behind you with his jeans pushed beneath his hips, his shirt hanging open and his cock jutting thickly from the shadow of his belt. The head is already wet by the time he takes himself in hand, rubbing it between your folds until your slick coats the flushed skin.ย
โMake sure you get how wet she is,โ Stack tells Remmick, slipping briefly out of character as he spreads you open with his thumb.
โOh, Iโve got it,โ Remmick answers from near your face, and the low amusement in his voice makes your cunt clench before Stack has even entered you.
He angles the head against your entrance and pushes, letting the swollen ridge stretch you gradually until it slips inside. Your mouth falls open toward the camera as the rest follows, each thick inch forcing your cunt wider until his hips finally settle against the soft curve of your ass.ย
Stack had joked earlier that a stranger with a broken car ought to fuck like he has somewhere else to be, and he commits to that idea with enough enthusiasm to send the table grinding across the kitchen floor. His belt buckle knocks against the back of your thigh each time his hips meet your ass, the sharp clink joining the filthy sounds spilling from where his cock disappears into you, the dark hair at the root of his cock already shiny.
โThought farmerโs daughters were supposed to be shy,โ he pants, curling one hand around the back of your neck as your cheek presses against the tablecloth. โLook at you, takinโ a strangerโs dick before the lemonadeโs even warm.โ
You attempt to answer in Honey Belleโs breathless voice, though Stack drives into you harder and turns the words into a moan. Your tits are mashed against the table, the soft flesh spreading under your own weight, nipples dragging against the rough cloth with every thrust.
Remmick zooms in on the wet mess coating Stackโs shaftโcream already frothing white around the thick baseโthen slowly moves the camera along your body until the lens settles on your dazed expression.
โTell the folks watchinโ what happened,โ Remmick whispers, amusement roughening his accent as Stack holds you still for the shot.
โM-Mister Stackโs car broke down,โ you manage, your lashes fluttering as Stack grinds deep and makes your voice climb. โSo Iโm helpinโ him.โ
โHelping me plenty,โ Stack groans, resuming his pace as he pulls your hips back against him. โSweet little thingโs squeezinโ me like she wants me stranded here all summer.โ
Remmick sets the camera on the tripod, grabs the prop, and swings the door open on cue. He pauses in the doorway with a feed sack thrown over one shoulder, staring at you folded over the table beneath the stranger who arrived less than half an hour earlier.ย
You gasp and try to push yourself upright, though Stackโs hand returns to the back of your neck and keeps your cheek planted against the cloth.
โRemmick,โ you whine, reaching toward him as if the devoted farmhand might rescue you. โIt ainโt what it looks like.โ
Remmick drops the sack near the door and crosses the kitchen slowly. โLooks like Daddy left his sweet girl alone,โ he says, stopping beside the table as Stack continues fucking you. โAnd she went spreadinโ her legs for the first stray that wandered onto the property.โ
Your eyes widen at the accusation, though the offended little pout you offer him disappears when Stack lands a firm smack against your ass, the sharp crack echoing. Remmick cups your chin, turning your face toward him as the table rocks beneath you.
โI was beinโ hospitable,โ you insist, your voice growing softer when Remmickโs thumb presses between your lips. You suck it in without thinking, tasting salt and dirt and the faint metallic tang of the camera gear heโs been handling.
โCourse you were, honey,โ he murmurs, watching you suck the dirt from the pad of his thumb. โThat empty little head couldnโt think of another way to help him.โ
Stack laughs behind you, slowing into deep grinds that force his cock against every sensitive place at once. โYou gonna stand there sulkinโ, farm boy, or help me teach her how to entertain company?โย
Remmick glances toward the camera to ensure all three of you remain in frame, then unhooks one strap of his overalls. The other follows, denim falling to his boots before he steps free and moves around the table. You stare at his cock with theatrical amazement, though the expression becomes considerably more genuine when he wraps his hand around himself and taps the flushed head against your lips.
โBeen watchinโ you prance around this farm all summer,โ Remmick says, smearing precum across your mouth. โReckon itโs time you did somethinโ useful.โ
You open for him obediently, letting his cock slide over your tongue as Stack begins fucking you harder. The thick head pushes past your lips and the salty taste floods your mouth. Remmick keeps one hand beneath your jaw and uses the other to gather your hair, holding it away from your face so the camera catches every inch disappearing between your lips.
Your throat works around him as he feeds himself deeper, the stretch making your eyes water and your cunt clench hard around Stackโs cock. The coarse hair at the base of Remmickโs cock brushes your nose when he bottoms out, and his balls rest warm against your chin.
The rhythm settles quickly, Stack driving you forward onto Remmick before Remmick eases back and gives you enough air to moan. Your lipstick stains the base of his cock, spit gathering beneath your chin as he feeds himself deeper.
When you gag, Stack groans and tightens his hands around your hips, clearly feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. The wet sound of your throat taking Remmick is continuous, mixed with the wet slap of Stackโs hips against your ass.
โThere she goes,โ Remmick praises, pulling out until only the tip rests against your tongue, a thick strand of spit connects your lip to the head of his cock. โPretty thing canโt remember her daddyโs rules, but she knows how to take cock.โ
You try to protest around him, though Remmick pushes back into your mouth and turns it into a muffled whine. Stack leans over you, his open shirt brushing your back as he whispers against your ear, โAinโt enough room left in that head for talkinโ, sweetheart. Weโre fuckinโ every useful thought right out of you.โ
The camera catches your eyes rolling upward as Remmickโs cock slides down your throat and Stack pounds into your swollen cunt. Your hands scrabble uselessly across the tablecloth before finding Remmickโs thighs, nails pressing into his skin whenever both men thrust at once.
They keep you there until your mascara begins to run. Stack pulls out before he comes, leaving your cunt stretched and shining as Remmick guides you down onto the kitchen floor. Honey Belle kneels between his boots with her dress gathered at her waist, lips swollen and face streaked, looking considerably less innocent than she did when she answered the door.
Stack stretches out on his back beneath you, sliding between your spread thighs so his face is right under your dripping cunt. He grips the soft backs of your legs and pulls you down onto his mouth, exposing everything to the camera as his tongue drags slowly from your entrance to your clit, collecting the slick he fucked out of you. Remmick groans when you whimper around his cock.
The flat of Stackโs tongue is hot and rough, lapping up every drop before he pushes it inside you, fucking you with it the same way he just fucked you with his cock while your thighs frame his head.
โGot the farmerโs girl leakinโ all over the floor,โ Stack mutters against you, pushing two fingers inside as his mouth closes around your clit.ย
Your hips jerk against his face, though his forearms pin them down as he eats you with no concern for keeping the scene pretty. His tongue presses inside you, his nose grinding against your clit while Remmick continues using your mouth. Spit runs over your lower lip and down his shaft, mingling with the lipstick already smeared across his skin. Your clit is swollen and hypersensitive under the suction of Stackโs mouth, and every time he curls his fingers you feel another rush of wetness spill out of you and onto his chin.
The orgasm catches you hard enough to make the ribbons slip loose from your hair. Your pussy tightens around Stackโs tongue as your thighs tremble on either side of his head, and Remmick pulls out just in time for your cry to reach the microphone. The sound is raw and broken, your cunt pulsing so hard that Stack has to hold you open with both hands to keep licking through it.
Stack holds your hips against his mouth and licks through every helpless pulse, groaning as you soak his chin. Remmick crouches beside you, brushing damp hair from your forehead before guiding your hand to his cock.
โThink Honey Belle learned her lesson?โ Stack asks, lifting his head with his mouth shining.
Remmick studies your unfocused eyes and the drool clinging to your chin. โDonโt look like she learned a damn thing.โ
Between the two of them, they ease you forward onto your hands and knees on the kitchen floor. Stack slides underneath you on his back, positioning himself between your spread thighs so the head of his cock presses up against your soaked entrance while Remmick settles into a half-crouch behind you, one knee down, the other braced so he can thrust.ย
It took several attempts during rehearsal to arrange everyone correctly.
Stack had complained about Remmickโs knee digging into his side. Remmick had accused Stack of taking up the entire floor. You had laughed so hard during the first test that neither man stayed hard, and the three of you eventually abandoned the camera to practice properly on the bedroom rug.
Remmickโs thumb presses against the smaller, slick opening above your cunt. The muscle gives gently beneath him, already softened by the careful preparation he insisted upon yesterday and repeated before filming. He had spent both mornings bending you over the edge of the bed, working oil into you with one finger, then two, then three, refusing to hurry even after you began begging him to.ย
โFarmhandโs been savinโ somethinโ special for you,โ Stack says, tapping his cock against your inner thigh as Remmick opens you slowly. His fingers slide in with almost no resistance now, the slick heat of the earlier oil and your own arousal making the tight ring of muscle flutter and accept him easily. โYou gonna let him have it?โ
You nod, leaning forward to kiss Stack as Remmick adds another finger. โWanna make him happy.โ
โThatโs our good girl,โ Stack praises, sliding his fingers beneath your chin. โAlways so eager, even when she ainโt got the brains to know what sheโs askinโ for.โ
Remmick removes his fingers and positions himself behind you, his slick cock pressing carefully against your ass, and when he pushes forward the muscle yields for him the way it was trained to, familiar and overwhelming all at once. Stack enters your pussy from below first, letting your wet entrance swallow him until your body remembers his size, and Remmick follows, pushing into the prepared muscle.
The stretch makes your arms buckle.
Stack reaches up and catches you beneath the shoulders before you can collapse, drawing your chest down against his as Remmick pushes deeper. Your mouth falls open against Stackโs neck, your face tightening at the overwhelming pressure of both men filling you until there seems to be no space left between their bodies and yours. The thin wall between them is pressed so tight you can feel them moving against each other inside you.
โChrist above,โ Remmick groans, his hands trembling where they grip your waist. โCan feel him through you.โ
Stackโs breath leaves him in a strained laugh as he rolls his hips carefully upward. โKnew our girl could take us both.โ
They begin slowly, learning the angle even though the three of you already practiced it without costumes or cameras. Stack thrusts up as Remmick presses in, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin wall inside you, keeping you stretched without granting any relief from the fullness. Every movement is a deep, continuous grind that makes your belly feel tight and full, the pressure so intense that your thighs shake and your cunt and ass both flutter helplessly around the thick shafts splitting you open.
Your head drops against Stackโs shoulder, mouth open and wet as the men work you between them.
The camera waits in front of you three, its reel turning steadily as your tits bounce and sway with every hard thrust, the soft flesh jiggling between your bodies.
โLook at the camera, honey,โ Remmick urges, one hand sliding around your throat to lift your face. โShow all those perverts what happens when Daddy leaves his dumb girl home alone.โ
You attempt to focus on the lens, though Stack drives up into you and your eyes cross instead.ย
His mouth catches yours before another moan can escape, kissing you messily as Remmick pounds into you from behind. Their pace grows rougher, the careful rhythm giving way to something greedy once your body softens around them. The wet, filthy sound of both cocks working your holes is continuousโslick, rhythmic, the slap of Remmickโs hips against your ass and the soft, wet suction of your cunt and ass taking them both.
When Stackโs thumb finds your clit, youโre crying without noticing.ย
Remmick wipes the tears from your cheek with two fingers and pushes them between your lips, letting you suck them clean as both men keep fucking you. The pressure on your clit is almost too much on top of the relentless stretch, every circle of his thumb making your walls clamp down harder around both of them.
โToo much?โ Stack asks against your mouth.
You shake your head quickly, tightening your arms around his shoulders. โMore.โ
Remmickโs laugh breaks into a groan as he thrusts deep. โEmpty-headed thing still wants more.โ
They give it to you until your legs no longer hold you. Stack supports most of your weight from below, keeping your body upright so the camera captures your ruined expression, and Remmick grips your hips from behind with enough force to leave handprints beneath the yellow dress.
Your ass and cunt are both stretched wide and shiny, the lips of your pussy puffy around Stackโs shaft, the tight ring of your asshole gripping the base of Remmickโs cock so hard that the rim follows his cock outward whenever he withdraws before swallowing him again.
Words have become breathless pieces that never assemble properly. Your mouth rests open near Stackโs throat, saliva dampening his skin as both men work you toward another climax.ย
Your cunt clamps around Stack as your ass tightens around Remmick, drawing broken sounds from them while your body shakes helplessly between their chests.ย
The climax is deep and continuous, wave after wave of pure pressure that makes your vision white out and your voice crack into something wordless and raw.
Stack comes first, burying himself deep as warmth spills into your cunt. Remmick follows after several rough thrusts, holding you still while his release fills you from behind. The sensation of both men pulsing inside you sends another smaller climax shuddering through your already exhausted body, leaving your head tucked beneath Stackโs chin and your mouth moving around words that never become anything intelligible.
They remain joined long enough for the camera to capture the aftermath.ย
Remmick withdraws carefully, watching cum begin to slide from your ass before Stack eases out from below. Your holes stay open for a moment, soft and used, the pink insides visible and glossy with their combined release before the muscle slowly begins to close.ย
You sink onto the floor with your knees spread, dress bunched around your waist and their release dripping together over your swollen cunt and across Stackโs skin.
Stack reaches down and gathers some of the mess onto two fingers, bringing them toward your lips. You accept them with a vacant smile, sucking slowly until his fingers are clean.
Remmick moves behind the camera again, zooming in on your flushed face before following the trail of cum running down your thigh. โGive us one last line, darlinโ,โ he says, his breathing still uneven as he steadies the lens. โTell everybody whether you enjoyed showinโ our traveler some Southern hospitality.โ
You look directly into the camera, mascara smudged beneath your eyes and one ribbon hanging loose beside your cheek. Stackโs hat sits crooked on your head, placed there sometime after your second orgasm, and the smile spreading across your face is too pleased to belong to any respectable farmerโs daughter.
โHis car can break down here anytime.โ
Remmickโs laughter shakes the camera so badly that the final few seconds will be nearly unusable, though he insists on keeping them when the film is developed.
HONEY BELLE : FARMERโS DAUGHTER SHOWS A STRANGER SOME SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY !
First printing : sold out in three weeks.
Second printing : ordered before the first month ends.
Stack spends the next several days answering letters from men who want to know whether Honey Belle has any sisters.
Remmick keeps one copy of the final reel hidden in the converted washroom, tucked behind the developing chemicals where Stack will never think to look.
You catch him watching it alone less than a week later.
He doesnโt even pretend he was studying the camera angles.
Pairing : Remmick x female reader x Paddy Mayne
Summary : When two vampire brothers roll into mystic falls and decide YOU are their shared destiny.
No warning/s needed, just make sure you're prepared for what's coming.
Mystic Falls had seen its share of vampire drama, but the Salvatore boarding house had never hostedย thisย particular family reunion.
"They'reย relatedย to us?" Damon poured bourbon with more force than necessary, eyeing the two strangers who'd materialized in the parlor like smoke and bad intentions. "Since when do we have Irish cousins?"
"Since 1847," Stefan said quietly, his journal forgotten. "Remember Father's sister? She married a shipping merchant, moved to Belfast. We thought that line died out."
"It did," said the first strangerโlean, dark-haired, with eyes that held the weight of decades.
He wore modern clothes like a costume, uncomfortable in the present. "And then it didn't. I'm Remmick. This is my brother, Paddy."
Paddy Mayne looked nothing like his sibling.
Where Remmick was all sharp edges and stillness, Paddy was broad-shouldered, a tank in human form, wearing a henley that strained against muscle earned in life and maintained through violence.
He was already raiding Damon's liquor cabinet.
"Your great-aunt's grandchildren," Paddy said, pouring two fingers of bourbon and downing it. "Turned in 1943. Cairo. Bloody mess."
"Egyptian vampires?" Elena asked from the doorway, where she stood with youโher best friend since childhood, human and stubborn and currently trying not to stare at the two new vampires who looked like they belonged on opposite sides of a war.
"British army, actually," Remmick said, his gaze finding yours and holding it.
You felt the impact like a physical blowโthose eyes seeing too much, wanting too much. "Paddy was special forces. I was... following him. Trying to keep him alive."
"Failed at that," Paddy grunted, pouring another drink. "Bloke with fangs got me in an alley. Remmick tried to save me, got himself turned in the process. Poetic, innit? Two brothers, two bites, one eternal headache."
Damon looked between them, something calculating in his expression. "Let me guess. You're here because...?"
"Klaus," Remmick said simply. "Heard he's making hybrids. Making trouble. Family should stick together."
"Plus," Paddy added, finally turningโand freezing when he saw you standing beside Elena. The glass in his hand cracked. "Bloody hell."
"Language," Stefan murmured.
"That's the girl," Paddy said, not looking away from you. "The one from the dreams."
Remmick went still. Dangerously still. "You've been dreaming about her too?"
"Gentlemen," you said, stepping forward despite Elena's warning hand on your arm. "I'm standing right here. And I don't know either of you."
"Yet," both brothers said in unison, then glared at each other.
The dreams had started three weeks ago. You standing in a field. Two figures approaching from opposite horizonsโone from shadow, one from sunlight that somehow burned despite your sleeping mind. They met at you, and you woke gasping, sheets tangled, heart racing with a longing you couldn't name.
Now here they were. Real. Vampire.ย Familyย to the Salvatores, which meant absolutely nothing good for your life expectancy.
"They're obsessed with you," Caroline said, applying lip gloss with such precision at the Mystic Grill. "Bonnie did a locator spell. The dreams were a summoning. Something about your bloodline. It creates a... pull."
"That's ridiculous," you said, stirring your coffee aggressively.
"That's supernatural," Bonnie corrected, sliding into the booth. "And dangerous. Remmick's old. Like,ย oldย old. He was turned in '43 but he'd been living quietly before that, moving through decades. He's... different from other vampires. More patient. Predatory in a way that makes my skin crawl."
"And Paddy?"
Bonnie hesitated. "Newer. Turned the same night, but he never stopped fighting. He's killed more vampires than I've had hot dinners. He's got this codeโprotect the innocent, burn the monsters. He doesn't see himself as one of us. Or one of them. He's just... Paddy."
"That doesn't tell me how to make them stop staring at me like I'm the last meal on earth."
"They don't want to eat you," Caroline said, leaning forward with gossipy delight. "They want toย keepย you. Two vampire brothers, one girl, epic love triangleโwhere have I seen this before?"
"Shut up," you and Elena said simultaneously.
You found Remmick on the roof of the boarding house, smoking a cigarette that he didn't need, staring at the stars with the patience of the immortal.
"You shouldn't be up here alone," he said without turning.
"You shouldn't smoke. It's a disgusting habit."
He laughedโlow, surprised. "Old habits. I started in 1920. Thought it made me look dangerous."
"You don't need help looking dangerous."
Remmick turned then, and the moonlight carved his face into something beautiful and terrible. "I'm not here to hurt you. Either of usโPaddy and Iโwe came because something's coming. Something worse than Klaus. And you're in the center of it."
"Why me?"
He moved closer, close enough that you could smell rain and tobacco and something ancient. "Because you're the first thing that's made me feel human since 1943. Because when I look at you, I remember what it was like to breathe without it being a habit. To want something without planning how to take it."
His hand rose, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Paddy feels it too. We always wanted the same things. Always fought for them. But this..." His jaw tightened. "I won't step aside for him this time."
"Remmickโ"
"Don't say my name like that." His eyes darkened. "Not unless you mean it."
The roof access door slammed open. Paddy emerged, shirtless, carrying a wooden stake that dripped with something black and foul.
"Killed three hybrids on the property line," he announced, then saw Remmick's proximity to you. His grip on the stake whitened. "Touching my girl, brother?"
"She's not yours," Remmick said, not moving away.
"She's notย yoursย either." Paddy stepped forward, all coiled violence and protective fury. "We agreed. She chooses. No compulsion, no manipulation. Clean fight."
"Since when do you fight clean?"
"Since the prize is worth more than winning." Paddy's gaze found yours, and the ferocity there softened into something devastating. "I don't care that you're human. I don't care that I'll outlive you by centuries unless you choose otherwise. I care that you're here, now, and I'm bloody terrified of what I'll become if I lose you to him."
"Poetry now?" Remmick's voice dripped with centuries-old sibling rivalry.
"Honesty," Paddy shot back. "Try it sometime."
You stood between themโRemmick with his shadows and his patience, Paddy with his sunlight and his chaos.
Two brothers.
Two vampires.
Two hearts that had stopped beating long ago, somehow thundering now for you.
"I need you both to back off," you said, your voice steadier than you felt. "I have a history test on Monday. My grandmother's birthday dinner on Tuesday. And a werewolf bite on my ankle from last month that still itches when it rains. I don't have time for a supernatural love triangle with distant cousins of my best friend's vampire boyfriends."
"History," Remmick murmured. "I lived through most of it."
"I blew up most of it," Paddy added helpfully.
"Not helping!" You pointed at each of them in turn. "Youโstop lurking outside my window like a creeper. And youโstop leaving dead hybrid bodies on my porch like gifts. I don't care if you're both obsessed with me because of some bloodline prophecy or cosmic joke. I'm not a prize. I'm not a destiny. I'm a person who wants to graduate high school without becoming a vampire snack."
"You'd never be a snack," Paddy said, offended.
"You'd be a queen," Remmick agreed.
"OUT!" You pointed toward the door. "Both of you! Go... wrestle or brood or whatever vampire brothers do!"
They looked at each other. Something passed between themโold battles, older love, and the new war you represented.
"She's magnificent," Paddy said.
"She's everything," Remmick agreed.
And then, to your absolute horror, they both smiledโsharp, identical,ย familyย smilesโand vanished into the night, leaving you alone with the certainty that this was far from over.
Damon found you downstairs, pouring whiskey you didn't drink into a glass you didn't need.
"You, Damon," you said without turning. "Why are they likeย that?"
"Which part? The obsessive devotion or the homicidal sibling rivalry?"
"Both."
Damon leaned against the counter, surprisingly sympathetic. "Stefan and I spent a century and a half trying to kill each other over Katherine. Then Elena." He shrugged. "Love makes us stupid. Immortality makes it worseโyou've got forever to regret your choices, so every choice has to be perfect. Remmick's been waiting for something real since 1920. Paddy's been fighting for something to believe in since North Africa."
"And I'm supposed to be what? The solution to their existential crises?"
"You're supposed to be you." Damon poured himself a drink. "Just... maybe invest in vervain perfume. And decide soon. Because those two? They're not patient like Stefan. They're not reasonable like me." He grinned at your look. "Okay, they're not reasonable. But they're serious. And when vampire brothers get serious about the same girl, things get biblical."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning Cain and Abel had nothing on what those two are capable of." He raised his glass. "Welcome to the family."
You found them at the cemeteryโfitting, you thought. Remmick sat on a headstone, looking like he belonged among the dead. Paddy paced like a caged wolf, destroying a stress ball by squeezing it to dust.
"I've made a decision," you announced.
They both went still.
"I'm not choosing either of you," you said, and watched their faces fall. "Not because I don't feel... whatever this is. The pull. The dreams. But because I'm not a passive prize in your war. If you want me, you both have to earn me. Separately. No fighting, no manipulation, no vampire tricks."
"And if we can't agree?" Remmick asked quietly.
"Then you both lose." You stepped between them, close enough to touch, far enough to be fair. "Show me who you are. Not who you were in 1943. Not who you are when you're fighting each other. Show meย you."
Paddy was the first to move. He took your hand, pressed a kiss to your knuckles that burned with life despite his cold skin. "I've stormed bunkers with less courage than it takes to stand here," he murmured. "But for you? I'll learn patience."
Remmick appeared at your other side, not teleportingโjust moving with that eerie grace. He touched your face with reverence, like you were a prayer he'd forgotten how to speak. "Forever is a long time to wait," he said. "But I've waited for worse things."
"One condition," you said, looking between them. "No more dead hybrids on my porch. Bonnie nearly fainted."
"Deal," they said together, then glared at each other for saying it together.
You laughed, and for a moment, the cemetery felt less like a graveyard and more like a beginning.
Somewhere in the shadows, Damon watched with Stefan, shaking his head. "Salvatore men and their terrible taste in women."
"Speak for yourself," Stefan said, smiling slightly. "I think she's exactly what those two need."
"Chaos?"
"Purpose." Stefan vanished into the night. "Same thing, really."
A/N: This literally came to me in a dream. I was rewatching TVD the other night and went, "Remmick would absolutely be a match for Klaus." Then I thought... wait, Paddy too. Come on, that man is basically a war machine.
I also decided to keep the original cast because it just makes more sense, and honestly... who doesn't love the Salvatore brothers? I genuinely think Damon and Remmick would become best friendsโthey'd be absolute menaces together.
Anyway, this is me returning to my slow-burn fanfic roots. I hope you all enjoy the ride. ๐ค
I saw a little plush on the ground before I went to breakfast yesterday and it was still on the ground when I was going back home. So I asked to stop the car and I got it!
I gave it a sink bath a few times over, then threw it in the dryer. I gotta give it one more lil scrub but otherwise itโs looking pretty good!
It was a squishmallow from the World Cup collab with McDonalds
While hunting one night Remmick comes across a man who was bragging about having caught a mermaid in a net-though he kills the man before he can brag to anyone who matters.
He followed the manโs instructions and found the netting, diving in to find the frightened girl tangled in the net, her beautiful green tail bleeding in several spots from the rocks cutting into her. He used his claws to cut through the net and free her, watching her swim off faster than he thought anything could swim.
Later that day Remmick found himself in the open, unable to find anywhere to hide before the sun came up, crouching behind a boat that he knew he wouldnโt be able to hide behind all day. Just before the boat moved something grabbed his ankle and yanked him into the water his skin beginning to burn in the sunlight. He kicked hard but was unable to get free, something pulling him down farther under the surface until his skin stopped burning and he found he was in the darkness, taking a breath as he broke the surface before a match was struck and Remmick saw the woman from earlier lighting several candles on a rock in the fairly large cave sheโd dragged him to.
โThank you.โ Remmick spoke, his voice echoing in the watery cave.
โYouโre welcome. Thank you in return. You saved my life, I saved yours. You may hide here during the day whenever youโd likeโฆIโm Y/n.โ
โIโm Remmick. Pleasure to meet myself a gorgeous mermaidโฆca-can I touch it?โ He asked, watching as she had moved to sit on a rock with just the tip of her tail in the water. He was right, she was beautiful! Her breasts were on display, though her long blonde hair covered them fairly well, and her green tail reflected the light in a lovely way.
โIf youโd likeโฆif you harm me or scratch my tail with those claws I will rip your eyes outโฆgo ahead.โ She permitted and Remmick reached out carefully, ensuring his claws were hidden away, and he caressed her tail which was shockingly smooth.
โWowโฆI expected it to be slimy like a fish butโฆitโs soft.โ
โOf course it is-How Dare You! I wash my tail with a sea sponge twice a day, how dare you think Iโm slimy!โ He could see she was quite offended and he felt bad instantly.
โNo, I didnโt mean anything by it, I just donโt know any better-please forgive my ignorance. You have a lovely tail is my point, and itโs my favorite color!โ
Remmick could smell her blush as the blood rushed to her cheeks. โThank you Remmick, thatโs sweetโฆyou are forgiven. Your eyes are my favorite color, I love that soft blueโฆthat shade of blue doesnโt exist much down hereโฆwill you tell me what itโs like?โ
Remmick looked at her, tilting his head to the side curiously. โWhat whatโs like?โ
โLiving on the surface, of course!โ She giggled and Remmick instantly decided that her sweet giggle was his new favorite sound.
โOh, of course!โ He laughed along with her. โSure. I can tell you about living on land if youโll tell me what itโs like to live down here. Deal?โ
โDeal Remmick.โ Y/n agreed with a smile.
Remmick and Y/n spent the rest of the โdayโ talking about the differences in their lives-Remmicks threats being sunlight, garlic, bullets and of course, humans-while Y/nโs threats were large sharks, fishing nets, maelstroms, and of course, humans.
Remmick ended up staying with Y/n for quite some time and they became fast friend, turning into quite a bit more not long after.
The handsome prince of your dreams comes for you, but you didn't expect for him to have glowing, red eyes.
before you read: fem!reader; reader has afab anatomy; reader is referred to with she/her/hers pronouns; darkish!remmick; possessive!remmick; some innocence/corruption kink; innocent!reader; virgin!reader; reader is into "childish" stuff like fairytales and princes and princesses; stalker!remmick; remmick goons to watching you sleep and leaves a cum smudge on your window to mark you as his; remmick is kinda sorta taking advantage of your naivety but it's so he can keep you forever!!; reader's first kiss; loss of virginity; fluff; praise; suggestive content; explicit content; unholy things happen in a chapel; reader has pubic hair; fem-receiving!oral; the line between remmick actually having some kind of feelings for reader and just wanting to possess reader is blurry af; reader experiences penetration for the first time and feels guilty that it hurts but remmick is super good about it; vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; drooling; creampie; unprotected sex; blood drinking; biting
wc: 9k
a/n: annnnd another one down (๏ฝ๏ฟฃโฝ๏ฟฃ)๏ฝ now we'll see if i'll write for someone else or if i'll keep writing for remmick because i'm horrendously down bad for jack o'connell
dividers: omni-resources, saradika-graphics
He had been watching you for a while.
The longer he watched you from the shadows, the harder it got for him to keep his distance.
You were so enchanting. He loved the way you smiled; it was like seeing the sun again after centuries of darkness and moonlight. Your sweet laughter was a balm to his weary heart. You were kind to everyone, even towards the people in town who leeched off such kindness.
Remmick was always quick to deal with such people. How dare they take advantage of someone so sweet? No matter, though, as they made for easy meals.
He found where you lived and would stop by every night to watch you sleep. Even in slumber, he found you utterly enchanting. You looked like an angelโyour hair strewn across your pillow like a halo, your expression serene. You were surely dreaming the sweetest dreams to be sleeping with such peace on your face.
And then there was your body. Your blanket draped over your body just so, allowing for him to see its curves and contours from the window he spied from.
You must be so soft and warm under there. Remmick groaned softly at the thought and slipped one hand into his pants. He wanted to feel your warmth beneath his fingertips so badly.
But feeling the warmth and softness of your body as you squirmed and writhed under him in pleasure? Even better.
Remmick placed his forehead against your window as the movements of his hand became more frantic, chasing a release he wasn't even fully aware he was chasing; he was so caught up in this thoughts and fantasies. His eyes started to flutter, and he bit on his bottom lip to stifle his whimpers as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.
You were a virgin. He knew you were; he could smell it. He wanted to be the one to defile you. He wanted to be the one to introduce you to the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
He wanted to be the one to take away your innocence and replace it with filthy pleasure you would crave from him and him only.
Remmick pulled his hand out of his pants, breaths soft and heavy, looking down at the sticky mess he made all over his hand. His mouth couldn't help quirking into an amused smile at the sight. It was amazing how such an innocent, little thing like you could have him feeling like a desperate animal in a rut.
You had no idea of the effect you had on him as you continued to peacefully sleep in your bedroom.
Quietly, Remmick left a small smudge of himself on your window, a silent claim on you, and a promise he would come back to collect you.
You were his to collect and claim, after all.
And he would, once he had everything ready for you.
It was time.
Remmick was once again standing outside your window as you slept, all soft and warm in your bed. His eyes trailed down to the smudge he left on your window, as they had done every time he came to watch you. You must not have noticed it since it was still staining your window, but he wondered if you would even know what it was if you had spotted it. Probably not, he concluded; such a thing was surely outside your area of expertise as something so precious and innocent.
He gently tapped on your window, just enough to rouse you from your slumber. His red, glowing eyes reflected his delight as he watched you stir. His vampiric hearing allowed him to hear the little noise you made as you stretched your limbs and slowly sat yourself up in your bed.
"Huhโฆ?" you mumbled into the darkness of your bedroom. You rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, wiping away the sleep clinging to your eyelids. "What was that noise?" You stretched one more time once you had rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and then focused your attention onto your bedroom window.
You shrieked at the sight of a strange man with glowing, red eyes standing right out your window.
As he watched you pull your blanket over yourself to hide, it occurred to Remmick that his supernatural appearance would have been especially startling to an innocent, little thing like you, and he couldn't having you fearing him. You wouldn't come to him if you feared him. He needed to rectify this.
"No, no, no. Don't be scared, sweetness." Remmick placed both of his hands on your bedroom window as he pressed himself closer to get a better look at you, watching you as you continued to hide underneath your blanket. He spoke gently, each word meant to soothe you. "I'm not here to hurt you."
When you didn't come out of your hiding spot, Remmick knew he had to try harder to coax you out. He recalled the bookshelf in your bedroom and focused his attention on its contents. Among the trinkets and knickknacks was your collection of fairytale books, which held what he knew would be the perfect thing to lure you out from under the blanket.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said again to reassure you, his eyes trailing back to where you hid under your blanket. "I'm your handsome prince, sweetness."
His words hung in the air for a moment, but Remmick didn't wait with bated breath. He knew you would come out of hiding, and he had to keep himself from grinning wickedly in victory as you slowly emerged from under the safety of your blanket.
Your interest in fairytales fit such a sweet, innocent creature as yourself. Remmick found it as adorable and endearing as he did naive and childish, but he certainly wouldn't tell you that. If anything, this interest of yours was what he just what he needed to meet his own ends, so childish or not, it had its uses.
He would be willing to be your prince. If it kept you where you belonged, if it meant he could possess your entire being and taint you, he would become just like those fairytale princes. He would slip into the skin of a fairytale prince and indulge each childish fantasy of yours.
Just so you would remain his most precious possession.
Remmick offered you a charming smile as you padded softly to your bedroom window. He felt a thrill run down his spine as he watched you open your window, your delicate hands resting next to his on the windowsill once the barrier between the two of you was removed. His eyes trailed up your hands to take in the delicate, white nightgown you wore, appreciating how it looked on your body.
"You'reโฆmy handsome prince?" you asked, hopeful disbelief lacing your soft murmur. Your eyes trailed over Remmick, and he knew you were harboring some doubts about him being your "handsome prince." It was a surprise; he had expected you to just go along with him, yet here you were scrutinizing him, attempting to reconcile a handsome prince with eyes that glowed red in the dark like a monster's.
Smart, innocent, little thing.
"I know I must haveโฆfrightened you," Remmick said, speaking slowly, carefully watching your expression. "But it's me, sweetness. Your handsome prince, come to whisk you away." He gently placed his large hands over yours. He felt you stiffen under his touch, and your eyes widened ever so slightly, but the moment left with the same quickness it arrived with. You relaxed, and you let your hands be held by a man claiming to be your "handsome prince." It was a tentative acceptance, one Remmick fully intended to use to lure you into his possession.
"My handsome prince," you repeated softly, speaking more to yourself than to the man standing outside of your window and holding your hands in his. You repeated those three words again to yourself, even softer than before, as your eyes trailed over the man again.
He most certainly did not look like the princes from the fairytales on your bookshelf; the ones you had adored ever since you were a little girl. Aside from his glowing, red eyes, he was a little unkemptโhis hair slightly mussed and hints of stubble along his jaw. He was dressed plainly in a faded blue shirt and dark pants held by suspenders.
He was very plain as far as handsome princes went, as well as unusual due to his eyes.
But as much as they had startled you earlier, now that you had gotten a better look at them, you were finding the stranger's eyes more pretty than frightening. They were like glowing rubies, and those glowing rubies were looking right at you. They were seeing you.
"What's your name?" you asked in your little voice, much to Remmick's delight. It was a sign of interest in him. You were nibbling at his lure like the good girl he knew you were.
"Remmick," he replied smoothly. He gently lifted one of your hands and placed a kiss atop your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. The sight of you becoming so flustered, eyes widening and cheeks reddening, was delightful. Remmick couldn't help grinning as he continued to charm and woo you like a fairytale prince. "The name of your handsome prince is Remmick." He placed another kiss atop your knuckles, his grin widening as your free hand shot up to cover part of your blushing face.
"Remmick," you echoed, your voice softened by the hand covering part of your face. "Remmick, my handsome prince."
"That's right," Remmick encouraged, his grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat's. He noticed a light forming in your eyes, and he knew you were starting to smile behind your hand. You were starting to accept him.
"I've been waiting so long for you," you breathed, slowly lowering your hand and daintily placing it over Remmick's. "IโฆI've dreamed of you coming for me."
"And I'm here now, my princess," he assured you. "I've come for you."
Carefully, Remmick helped you out your window. He had to use all of the restraint in his body to keep his hands from exploring you. A true fairytale prince wouldn't be so lascivious so soon, and he wanted to savor defiling you.
He would wait for now.
You were so cute the way you fell into his arms as soon as he placed you on your feet. He felt your arms wrap around his chest and gently squeeze him, as if you were afraid he would disappear, and you rubbed your soft cheek affectionately against his chest.
"Do you have a carriage?" you asked, looking up at him all wide and sweet. "Do you have a castle?"
Remmick couldn't help chuckling. You were really into this fairytale stuff, and the way you went along with his "handsome prince" bit pretty quickly endeared him even more than he already was to you.
It made sense how easy it was for people to take advantage of you.
But Remmick wasn't taking advantage of you.
He was your handsome prince, and he was here to whisk you away.
Just as he said.
"A carriage, I don't have," he replied, wrapping his own arms around you so he could scoop you up, eliciting a sweet, surprised yelp from your pretty, little mouth. One arm supported your back while the other held your legs beneath your knees. "But don't worry. My princess will get to enjoy being carried by her prince."
Your delighted giggling filled the air as Remmick started to walk with you in his arms.
"As for the castleโฆ" Remmick continued, his voice trailing off as he thought about how to answer without spoiling too much for his little princess. "Well, let's just say it's the perfect place for a prince and his princess to become lost in their own little world."
"Just you and me?" you chirped with a smile.
"Mhm," Remmick hummed, giving you a slow nod and a kiss on your forehead, which made you giggle and smile and blush even more. "Just you and me, my darling girl."
Forever.
You were unsure how you felt about having an abandoned chapel as your castle.
Chapels were sacred places, but as your handsome prince carried you inside his "castle", you noticed it was stripped of anything that made it a chapel. There was no cross. There was no pulpit. The two pews that were left were pushed up against one of the walls.
Various pelts and blankets lined the flooring. Some were draped over the two pews along the side, making their hard wood look more comfortable to sit on. Clusters of candles dotted the pelt-less parts of the wooden floor, their dim, flickering light illuminating the small space. The smoke wafting from their flames mixed with the musty smell of the chapel's interior and the faint scent of bunches of dried flowers hanging from the ceiling. Every window was covered by a pelt, effectively blocking out the outside world.
"Welcome home, my princess," Remmick murmured, his breath gently tickling your temple as he placed a kiss on it. You heard him kick the chapel doors closed behind him, his hands still occupied with carrying you like a precious treasure.
"I know it's not something from out of your fairytales," he continued, carrying you towards where you imagined a preacher once stood to address his congregation, "but I made it warm and cozy just for you." He leaned his head down to nuzzle into your hair, taking in a deep breath of your soft, sweet scent. "I wanted my princess's new home to be comfortable for her."
"Thank you," you murmured softly, shyly curling into yourself as you felt your cheeks heat up. This was all strange and surreal, yet you remembered your manners, which Remmick found adorable. You were so polite even as you were stolen away.
But was it stealing if you went with him willingly like a good girl?
"Of course, my princess," Remmick smoothly replied.
He carried you towards a large pile of furs and blankets and placed you atop of them, handling you with a care and reverence you didn't know another person was capable of showing. Your hands gently ran over the pelts and blankets as Remmick arranged them around you, making you comfortable. Each one was soft and felt nice against your skin.
"This is where we'll sleep, my darling girl," Remmick told you, now sitting next to you. He placed an arm behind you, a silent invitation for you to lean against him, and he was delighted when you did. "A prince and princess should sleep together, shouldn't they?"
"Yeah," you shyly replied, still all flustered and feeling like you were dreaming. You hid part of your blushing face into Remmick's shoulder, now looking forward to falling asleep in your handsome prince's arms, certain you would have the best sleep by his side.
Remmick was also looking forward to sleeping together with you.
In a way that had nothing to do with sleeping.
"Oh! I almost forgot." Remmick pulled his arm away from behind you as he stood. He noticed your soft lips form into a frown at the loss of his touch, but he would rectify it quickly. He was pleased to feel your eyes watching him as he walked to the two lone pews pushed against a wall of the abandoned chapel; you were interested in what he was doing, and you were eager for him to return.
Such a good girl.
He knelt and pulled out a small chest hidden under one of the pews. With a click, he opened it and reached inside, carefully taking out something special he made for his special girl. He hid it behind his back as he stood and returned to your side.
"Close your eyes, pretty girl," he told you, the velvet purr of his voice making the command irresistible. You closed your eyes, and Remmick found it endearing as you even covered them with your hands.
Everything you did was so cute.
Precious, precious girl.
And now you were all his.
You felt your prince kneel beside you, feeling glad his presence had returned. You then felt something light being placed upon your head.
"Open your eyes, my princess," you heard Remmick say, his large hands enveloping yours and gently pulling them away from your face. Your eyes then fluttered open to see Remmick pulling a small compact mirror from the pocket of his trousers (unbeknownst to you, it was something he had swiped from one of his victims).
"I made this just for you before I came to get you," he told you, his voice a deep breath, just loud enough for the two of you. "It's something every princess needs." He opened the compact mirror, your eyes widening and your cheeks flushing at the sight of your reflection.
Sitting atop your head was a crown made of flowers woven together. It was made of all sorts of wildflowers you had seen growing in the area, a colorful combination of whites and yellows and purples. It wasn't a crown made of jewels, like the ones the princesses in the fairytales had, but the gesture made your heart squeeze and warm in your chest in a way it never had before.
"Remmickโฆ" you murmured with a breath, placing one of your hands over your heart, feeling it flutter and squeeze inside you. "Remmick, it'sโฆit's so pretty. I love it!"
Remmick smiled. He knew you would love his gift. Innocent souls were easy to please, but their happiness was real and genuine. You looked so darling and innocent as you sat in his bed of pelts and blankets, a crown of flowers sitting on your head and a white nightgown covering your body.
You hugged Remmick, throwing your arms around him as a thank-you for your pretty flower crown. He wrapped one arm around you, the other arm setting aside the compact mirror before embracing you as well.
"Such an affectionate princess," he murmured as you rubbed your cheek against his chest. He tightened his arms around you, hugging you closer, eliminating any remaining space between the two of you.
The mask of the charming prince was rapidly slipping. He needed to feel you quivering beneath his fingertips as he introduced your innocent body and mind to the pleasures of the flesh.
Remmick loosened his grip around you, only so he could look into your eyes as he tilted your chin up with the tip of his index finger. He took a moment to admire the curious innocence in your wide eyes, which he would soon replace with knowing desire.
"You're so pretty, my princess," he purred, each word wrapping around you and making your head feel fuzzy. His thumb gently traced over your plush bottom lip. "Tell me, my lovely girl, have you ever been kissed?"
Your eyes widened and a blush quickly formed on your cheeks, which had Remmick's crimson eyes lighting up in delight. You were too flustered by such a bold question to respond with words, but your reaction was all the answer Remmick needed.
"No, huh?" he mused, his other hand now slowly trailing up your arm, his lips pulling into a grin. "That's okay. It's only right that I, your handsome prince, be the one to give you your first kiss."
"That's true," you mumbled softly with a slow nod, finally finding your voice. You knew Remmick was right. The princess always shared her first kiss with her handsome prince in all of the fairytale stories you read as a little girl. It was a quintessential moment in the blossoming romance between the princess and her prince.
Remmick acknowledged your response with a hum, the sound low and pleased. Both of his hands now cupped your face. His crimson eyes bored straight into yours, suddenly making you feel exposed and seen. Only a breath of space was between your face and his.
"Close your eyes, my princess," he murmured softly, each word tickling your lips. As soon as your eyes obediently fluttered shut, you felt the press of Remmick's lips against yours.
Your first kiss.
It was everything you had ever dreamed of. It was soft and warm, and it made you feel soft and warm, too. Your heart fluttered rapidly within your chest. Your hands remained clinging to Remmick, holding onto him as you relished the experience of your very first kiss.
Remmick could feel your excitement radiating off you in waves with the way your body trembled against him. He even felt your lips form into a smile against his. You were so delighted by your first kiss.
He had made you so delighted by giving you your first kiss.
By some miracle, he was able to restrain himself long enough to give you a first kiss experience from the fairytales. He kept the press of his lips soft against yours. His hands gently cupped your face as he kissed you.
His restraint crumbled quickly as soon as he heard a soft, little noise coming from your throat, though.
More little noises spilled out of you as Remmick slowly slid his hands down your body and moved to your lower back, pressing you closer against him as pulled you into his lap. He parted his lips and experimentally traced his tongue along the seam of your lips. You were such an innocent girl; he wanted to see how you would react to him deepening the kiss.
To his surprise and delight, you opened your mouth and let in his tongue. Remmick groaned, pleased that you picked up on his intentions, even in spite of your innocence. He knew for sure what he was about to do was not in any of your fairytales.
"You're so soft, princess," he murmured against your mouth. He then broke the kiss to look at you, grinning as he took in your heavily flushed face and the way your pupils had blown wide. With your flower crown, you were the perfect image of an innocent maiden experiencing lust and desire for the first time.
"You look like you really liked that, huh?" Remmick teased. He chuckled as you shyly turned your head away from him. He gently grasped your chin so he could make you look at him again. "It's not a bad thing, sweet girl. I like knowing you're feeling good, princess. As your handsome prince, I'm supposed to make you feel good, isn't that right?"
"Y-yeah," you shyly stammered in agreement. Your heart felt like it was about to either fly right out of your chest or suddenly deflate like a balloon from how much it was beating. Your head was swimming from your first kiss and the thing Remmick did with his tongue. You didn't know kissing could include tongues, but you liked it.
"Umโฆwhat you did with your tongueโฆ" Your hands started to fidget with one another as you tried, and failed, to ask Remmick about what he did during your first kiss and tell him how much you liked it. Remmick found the way you fumbled with your words cute and amusing. Unable to keep from chuckling his mouth opened in a grin, showing off his elongated canines.
"You liked that, huh?" he finished for you, to which you shyly nodded. "I know, princess, I can tell." He then placed his hands on your waist and tugged you closer against him again. With the way your brows furrowed and your soft lips formed into a slight frown, he knew you were feeling exactly what he wanted you to be feeling.
"Do you have something in your pockets?" you asked with a sweet, innocent tilt of your head.
"In a way," Remmick replied, casually shrugging one of his shoulders. He then leaned in closer, close enough that you could breathe in his words, his large hands staying on your waist to keep you in place. "It's what happens to princes when they really like their princesses."
"Something similar happens to princesses when they really like their princes," he continued. "Can I show you, princess?"
As soon as he saw you shyly nod, Remmick moved one of his hands from your waist and slipped it under your nightgown. Your breath hitched and your body tensed, unaccustomed to being touched in the way Remmick was touching you, but he felt you relax, and gave you a charming grin.
"It's alright, princess," he murmured to encourage you to relax. His crimson gaze held yours as he traced his hand higher and higher up your leg and to your thigh. "I won't hurt you. A prince would never hurt his princess."
Unless she wanted him to, but that would be something he could explain to and show you another day.
He took your slow nod as a sign to continue, and trailed his hand all the way to the waistband of your panties. He used his other hand to gather the skirt of your nightgown and bunch it around your waist, fully revealing your little, pink panties.
Of course you were wearing pink panties.
"I-I think the thing in your pocket moved," you stammered after feeling something twitch beneath you.
"That can happen," Remmick casually replied, his attention more fixated on your panties. They were adorable on you. He tugged and teased the waistband before pulling them down, and was pleased when you helped him take them off by wriggling your hips and moving your legs as needed.
"See this wet spot on your panties, princess?" Remmick said, holding up your panties for you to see, using both hands to show you the wet spot on the crotch part of your panties. "This is what happens to princesses when they really like their princes. Their body startsโฆpreparing for them." He then set your panties aside and bunched the skirt of your nightgown around your waist again. He placed his hands where your thighs met your hips and looked up at you through his eyelids. It was a silent question of permission, which you gave him with a nod.
"The wet spot from your panties came from here," Remmick explained, pushing his index and middle finger through your bushel of hair and running them along your slit. You gasped and tensed, and both corners of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. He knew that was the first time another's hands had touched you in your most sensitive area even without your reaction. Once he was sure he had gathered enough of your slick, he held his fingers up for you to see.
"Wh-what's that?" you stammered out, already sounding out of breath as you settled down from the sudden jolt of pleasure than ran through you when Remmick touched your most intimate area. Your eyes looked over the fingers he was holding up for you to see, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to be looking at. All you saw was what looked like a near-translucent liquid.
"Proof you're preparing for your prince," Remmick smoothly replied. He then licked his fingers clean, groaning and closing his eyes, relishing the small sampling of you. As he opened his eyes once he was finished, he placed his hands on your hips and lifted you off his lap. He set you on top of your shared bed of furs and blankets and laid you back with the same care and gentleness shown to a porcelain doll.
"Wait!" You reached for your flower crown and carefully took it off to set it to the side, all nice and safe. "I don't want my flower crown to get messed up."
Remmick smiled, genuinely feeling a sense of warmth he hadn't felt in centuries as you showed concern for his gift to you. You were such a breath of fresh air for his weary, ancient being. Your innocent concern and all the carnal things he was about to show you made for a delicious juxtaposition.
His pants suddenly felt tighter.
"Now then princess," Remmick said, his large hands gingerly pushing your thighs apart. He watched your expression carefully and stopped spreading your legs as soon as the slightest hint of discomfort crossed your features. His gaze then dropped down to your bushel of hair and he swallowed thickly, knowing you were all slick for him under there.
"I want you to relax," he continued, squeezing and kneading both of your thighs, his gaze returning to yours as he bunched the skirt of your nightgown around your waist. "Just relax, princess. Your body is preparing for your handsome prince, but I'm going to help you along. Make sure everything feels good."
He flashed you a grin, which made tingles run down your spine as you watched Remmick lay on his stomach and settle himself between your thighs, his hands coming to grip your hips. You let out a tiny squeak as he pulled you closer to his face, and you couldn't help but start to wriggle your hips within his grasp.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice all soft and innocent. You lifted your head off the pelts and blankets to see Remmick looking back at you from where he had his cheek resting against one of your thighs.
"Helping you prepare for your handsome prince," he said in reply. He then raised his head and dropped his gaze to your bushel of hair, which he started to part with one hand so he could get a better look at how aroused you had become. "You're new to these things, my princess. I want to make sure you're ready. It's what a good handsome prince would do."
Remmick admired your slick slit beneath the hair. You were such an innocent-looking thing, but you had become so wet just from your first kiss.
Once his eyes had gotten their fill of you, he then leaned down and opened his mouth, dragging his tongue along your slit. He started at your entrance and went all the way up to your clit. One hand kept you bare and open for him while the other kept you steady as you starting writhing around.
"R-Remmick!" you gasped on a broken breath. You heard him hum in reply, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive flesh. The feel of his tongue on you was most definitely foreign, but it was pleasurable. The more you felt him lapping and sucking at you, the harder it was to stay still. Your body didn't know what to do with these foreign sensations and pleasures.
"Just feel for me, princess," Remmick murmured. He could tell your mind was in disarray from your writhing, and while it pleased him, he needed you relaxed. He knew your virgin body would resist him, and the more relaxed you were, the easier it would be for him to take you. "Just feel and relax. Be a good girl and turn off all the thoughts in your pretty head."
Good girl.
You moaned and mewled. Remmick's hand tightened its grip on you in a firm way, but only to ensure you were still enough that he could properly taste and taint you. He squeezed your hip as he circled his tongue around your entrance, the source of the essence he was drinking down like blood from the artery. He then dragged his tongue upwards to your clit to lick and flick it, making this pressure within you build and grow.
You felt like you were about to burst any second. Your hands found his hair and gripped like he was a lifeline. The feel of your small nails digging into his scalp made him hiss softly, and he gave your clit a particularly hard suck between his teeth.
"Remmick!" you whined, back arching off the pelts and blankets. That pressure inside of you finally burst, and it was the most intense pleasure you had ever felt all it once. The feeling came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You squeezed your eyes shut and let every sensation come over youโfrom the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers.
Remmick had to use both hands to keep you still as you experienced your first orgasm. He had you pinned to the pelts and blankets by your hips as he sampled your gush of nectar from the source.
As much as he would have liked to lap up every last drop, he knew your juices would help ease him into your virgin body. With great effort he pulled away from your quivering hips and thighs. He lazily swiped his tongue over his lips, gathering every bit of your essence as he watched your eyes flutter open.
You were beautiful. Even in the throes of carnal passion, you still looked like an angel. You were all soft and flushed and pliant. Your eyes, all wide and innocent just minutes ago, were now darkened and glassy with desire. The way the candlelight caught the slight sheen of sweat on your skin made you look like you were glowing faintly in the dimness of the old chapel. Your lips were parted just so, soft breaths slipping past them as you settled from your first orgasm.
"Don't speak," Remmick said, his voice a soft, rough murmur as he reached over to silence you, placing his index finger over your soft lips the second he saw them part further as if to speak. "You feel good, don't you, princess? I made you feel good."
You nodded slowly, still in a bit of a daze. You did feel good. You felt like you were floating on a cloud of bliss and pleasure, and it was all because of Remmick.
Remmick smiled. He could read you like a book, but it felt good hearing you confirm what he already knew. It gave his ego a good stroke and made his pants feel unbearably tight.
He helped you out of your nightgown, tossing it aside and laying you back down once you were free of the garment, getting a good look at your bare body. His eyes and hands trailed over you. The very tips of his fingers could feel your veins and the blood they carried beneath your skin. You were so soft and warm. You were alive.
It almost made him want to keep you alive a little while longer.
Almost.
Everything that made you mortal would be sacrificed in exchange for eternity.
You would never be free of Remmick, and he would keep you by his side until the end of time.
Forever his princess.
Remmick started to take his clothing off. His suspenders were the first to go, then followed by his shirt, both of them joining your nightgown to the side. You watched him undress from where you lay, unable to keep yourself from staring and blushing. This was the first time you were seeing a man in a state of undress.
"Now, my princess, I won't lie to you," he said, once again laying on his stomach and settling himself between your thighs, "these things canโฆhurt. It can hurt your little princess body at first." He placed his hands on your thighs and once again spread them open, stopping the second he saw discomfort flicker over your features. "But your prince will take care of you. And you'll be a good princess and tell your prince if he's hurting you, won't you?"
"Yes, Remmick," you softly replied.
"Good girl," he purred.
Remmick gently pressed the tip of his index finger against your soaked entrance. His crimson gaze watched your face carefully as he started to ever so slowly push his finger into you. He felt your body tense before the discomfort changed your expression and he stopped right away.
"You're okay. It's okay." His voice was a soothing, low rumble in the dim light of candles. He pulled his finger away so you could crawl atop of you, his half-naked body covering yours.
"Look at me," he gently commanded. Your brows were slightly furrowed from the earlier discomfort of something trying to breach your virgin entrance, but you didn't look like you were in outright pain, nor did you look frightened.
"Th-that hurt a little," you shyly stammered, remembering to be a good princess and tell your prince if he was hurting you.
"I know," Remmick replied. "Relax. Relax, my princess."
He leaned down to kiss you, his hand reaching down to place his index finger at your entrance again. He swirled it around the edge, gathering as much of your slick as he could for lubricant, then started gently pushing into you. When he felt you tense again, he deepened the kiss and started to slip his tongue past your lips.
"Shh, it's okay," he cooed against the kiss, as if coaxing a small creature out of hiding. "Let me in, my princess. Let in your prince."
You wanted this. Your body's resistance was frustrating. You wondered if these intimate matters were difficult for everyone. This was making you feel guilty and like there was something wrong with you.
"Deep breath right here," Remmick murmured, the sound of his voice dispersing your rapidly fraying thoughts, almost as if he knew you were starting to spiral within your mind. You felt the comforting weight of his free hand as he placed it over your stomach. "Right here, my princess. Deep breath with your tummy." He pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch you inhale, your stomach rising as you filled yourself with air. "Let it out slowly now." The air you inhaled left your body slowly just as Remmick had said.
"You didn't even notice, did you?" he said, the grin on his face audible in his words. A moment of confusion settled over your features before it was quickly replaced by the realization of a new sensation between your legs.
Remmick had slipped his finger inside of you.
It felt strange to your virgin body, but he was inside of you.
"You're such a good princess," he praised, returning his mouth to yours to reward you with a kiss. "I knew you could do it."
"I'm doing good?" you asked, soft and shy.
"You're doing more than good, my princess," Remmick reassured. "You're doing wonderfully."
Your smile was bright in the dim candlelight. You felt relieved and happy. Your arms reached for Remmick and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer for more kisses, which he was more than happy to give, especially when it distracted you from the hesitation of being penetrated for the first time.
The weird feeling of having something inside the most intimate part of you faded slowly and turned into something more pleasurable as Remmick moved his finger deeply and slowly within you. He would pull out, almost all the way, and then push back into your wet, tight heat, which you could feel was ever so slowly loosening as he twisted and gently curled his finger within you.
"Need to get you ready," Remmick murmured against your lips, teasing his tongue along the seam, eliciting a sweet noise of pleasure from you. "Need my princess ready for her prince." He pressed his thumb against your clit; another orgasm would get you even more relaxed and lubricated for him.
"Remmick!" you mewled, your nails digging into his bare skin as you felt his thumb pressing the most sensitive part of your body. Your back arched, your breasts pressing against Remmick's chest.
"There she is." Remmick moved his finger in and out of you in time with the pressing and rubbing of his thumb on your clit, breaking the kiss so he could watch you fall apart. "Come again, my princess. Come for your prince."
Remmick watched with rapt attention at the expressions your face made while on the edge of ecstasy. The same angelic face he watched night after night peacefully sleep now contorted in pure pleasureโpleasure he was giving you. It took him great restraint not to finish in his pants from the sight.
Remmick gently pulled his hand away from you. He had to keep it together again as he saw the shine of your juices soaking his index finger, a strand even briefly connecting your sopping hole to his hand before breaking. He cleaned each drop from his skin thoroughly with his tongue as you trembled and panted from another orgasm, all hot and flushed and sweaty.
You blinked a few times, your eyes staring up at the ceiling of the old chapel as you took a moment to regain your bearings. You felt like you were floating again, but movement out of the corners of your eyes caught your attention, and you turned your head to see Remmick taking off the rest of his clothing.
Your eyes widened when you saw the very thing you were feeling in his pockets after your first kiss.
You had never seen a man before, so Remmick looked big to you.
Would he fit? He got his finger inside of you, but thisโฆthis was much different than a finger. But he helped you take his finger as painlessly as possible. You trusted your handsome prince. A prince would never hurt his princess.
"It's not very princess-like to stare, sweet girl."
Somehow, you felt your cheeks darken more than they already were. You swallowed nervously and met his gaze. The same teasing in his words was also on his face. Suddenly feeling flustered, you turned your head away and curled up on your side, to which you heard Remmick chuckle.
"But I don't mind, sweet girl," Remmick continued before you could stammer anything out. You felt him gently take your shoulder so he could lay you on your back again and look at your flustered face. "You're just curious about your handsome prince, isn't that right?"
"Yeah," you replied shyly. You knew Remmick wasn't truly upset with you staring at him, but it still made you feel better to hear him tell you he didn't mind.
Remmick smiled and patted you on the cheek; you were precious inside and out. He then sat between your legs, parting them to wrap around his waist.
"Remember to be a good princess and tell your prince if he's hurting you," he said to you softly. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips for encouragement and reassurance. "Relax and let me in, my princess, just like last time."
You took in a shaky breath. Another followed, this one coming from your stomach, just as Remmick had you do earlier. You were very nervous, yet also excited. Such intimate scenes were not included in the fairytales you read as a little girl, and though these matters were just barely being introduced to you, you still found yourself anticipating what was coming next.
Remmick was, too. He was going to finally lay his claim on you after so much time spent watching you live your life from the shadows he had been confined to for centuries. He was going to claim your virginity and mortality and bind you to him, making you part of him and his existence of shadows and blood.
Forever.
You squeaked like a small forest creature as you felt Remmick at your entrance, notching himself. He felt you tense and was quick to start soothing and encouraging you.
"Shh, shh, shh," he hushed. One hand held your hip while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing the skin under your eye. "You can do it, my princess. I know you can. Just breathe the way I told you to."
"O-okay," you said with a nod, your breath shaking from nerves and anticipation. It took you a couple of breaths to get your breathing to even out, especially as you felt Remmick rubbing himself up and down your slit, coating his tip with your juices. Each time he brushed over your clit you would mewl and wriggle, his hand at your hip gripping more firmly to keep you still.
"Such an excitable princess," he teased. He notched himself at your entrance again. "Take in a few breaths now, sweetness. Get yourself nice and relaxed."
With Remmick no longer teasing your clit with his tip, you were able to breathe easier. You took in one deep breath after the other, making sure your belly was filling and deflating with air. As you breathed deeply, both of Remmick's hands gripped your hips to keep you steady as he started to push into you.
"Just like that, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath ticking the sensitive skin of your neck. He nuzzled into you and gave you soft kisses as little whimpering noises started coming from your throat. "You're doing so well for your handsome prince. So well, pretty girl." He caught of whiff of the blood pulsing in your veins and bit back a growl, not wanting to scare you as you experienced penetration for the first time. Just the scent of your blood beneath your skin made him want to rut into you like a wild animal, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet. He had to give you the fairytale experience first, and then he could ease you into true carnal depravity.
Once you were bound to him, he would have all the time in the world to show you the wonders of the flesh.
"IโฆI think I did it," you said aloud, your voice soft as your mind vocalized its thoughts. You glanced to the side and saw Remmick pulling away from the crook of your neck, taking with him the small kisses he was leaving behind.
"You did do it, sweet princess," he said to you. He then gently took one of your hands and placed it between your legs, allowing for you to feel the connection between your bodies. Your eyes widened, and then you started to smile. The innocent pride forming on your face was a stark contrast to the lust glazing your eyes. Remmick didn't feel all the way in, but just the amount you could feel was inside of you was more than enough encouragement. It made you feel braver and more prepared for the rest.
"I'm going to start moving now," Remmick said, allowing you a moment to physically and mentally prepare yourself. Both of his hands took one of yours, placing one on either side of your head and gently holding them down. He loomed over you, his shadow covering you. "Just keep being a good girl, okay?"
"Okay," you softly replied.
Remmick leaned down and placed a kiss against your cheek. He placed one more, two more, and then started to trail them down along your jaw. At the same time you felt him moving his hips. He pushed more and more of himself into you, eliciting a sweet symphony of pained and pleased noises from your throat.
"That's it," he breathed against your skin as he soothed and revered you with his mouth. "It'll hurt, but it'll feel good. All at once." He started to nibble and nip at your neck with each kiss, both pleasuring you and teasing himself for the moment of finally biting you. "Just relax, sweet girl. Let in your prince."
You bit back a whine, the sound getting stuck in your throat. The stretching of your most intimate area hurt, yet you wanted more. It was an interesting paradox you found yourself in. Your want for this intimacy pushed against the pain and fear of it. You felt them pushing and pushing against each other until your desire won in the end and eclipsed your hesitancy.
"Remmick!" you gasped. Your hands tensed and twisted within your prince's grasp, but he easily kept them pinned against the furs and blankets of your shared bed. Your hips wriggled and squirmed, rubbing against Remmick's as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.
"Damn!" he cursed with a soft breath into your neck, keeping his face nuzzled close to the artery pulsing within. "You feel so good, princess. So good." He carefully pulled himself out, just enough so half of him was still inside of you, and then pushed himself back in with the same care. He knew to start with a slow pace, but the temptation to let loose right away was there.
You met each of Remmick's thrusts with soft mewls and moans. You felt him kissing and licking and nipping at your neck again as your body gently moved beneath his, your breasts bouncing slightly against his chest.
"C-can youโฆcan you go faster?" you stammered out between breaths and moans. You were feeling particularly brave now, and Remmick had more than shown he could be trusted with your well-being.
"As my princess commands," you heard him growl softly against your neck. He then started to move faster, pushing in and out of you with more haste. Your request had pleased him greatly and finally allowed him to take you the way he wanted to, and he liked hearing his sweet princess vocalize what she wanted during intimacy. He would make sure to cultivate this over the centuries.
As Remmick picked up the pace of his thrusting, so did the noises coming out of you. More of your moans and mewls and gasps spilled out of you and into the candlelit space of the abandoned chapel. With a whine you let your head fall to the side, resting on your cheek as you listened to the sound of your own noises blending with the clapping of skin against skin.
"Mng! Remmick! O-oh! Remmick!"
The way you cried out his name elicited more growling from Remmick between his grunting and groaning into the skin of your neck. You sounded so sweet. He couldn't remember the last time he heard something that made his spine tingle all the way to its very base.
And your blood. He kept his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he took you so he could breathe in the sweet life essence flowing through your body as he took you. You smelled delicious. Even now that you weren't a virgin anymore, your blood still possessed a unique smell that he couldn't wait to taste on his tongue. He started to drool, thick saliva coating your skin, but you were too lost in the carnal moment to notice.
"So good, my princess," he panted, a grunt following. His hands tightened their grip on yours, becoming more firm than painful, keeping your arms pinned. He dragged his tongue along the column of your throat, spreading more of his thick, sticky saliva like a claim on you. "Gods above! You're incredible!"
Remmick's fangs couldn't keep themselves out of your veins for another second longer, and with his release fast approaching, he was going to let all of himself go.
As he bit into your neck, his fangs digging deep and piercing your veins, the mask of the fairytale prince fell away. Remmick revealed himself as the monster under the bed he truly was, but as your pained scream rang through the night, it was far too late for you to turn back. You had handed yourself over to what you believed was your handsome prince, and now the creature beneath the pretty mask had laid its claim over you and tied you to him.
The sounds of pleasure coming out of you quickly turned into pained, fearful whimpers. You struggled as you felt Remmick suckling the blood out of your throat, but he kept you underneath him, his hips thrusting wildly against yours and stilling once a warmth started to fill you.
"Take me," he groaned, his voice mumbled as he spoke with his mouth full of your blood and flesh. "Take me, my princess, as I take you."
Once satisfied, Remmick unlatched from your neck. He pulled away and finally released you, but you felt too weak from blood loss to do anything but lay there as he slid out of you with a wet squelch. Your eyes, now partially closed and dulled, took in the sight of Remmick's bloody mouth, but you were too weakened to recoil in fear and disgust.
"There, there," he cooed softly. He laid next to you on your shared bed of pelts and furs and gingerly wrapped his arms around you to pull you against his chest. "I know you must be scared, but you shouldn't be." One hand started to pet your hair. His other arm remained a tight band around your body to keep you right where you belonged. "You'll be with your handsome prince forever now, my princess." He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Our happily ever after will never end."
You replied with a soft groan. You didn't have the energy for any of this; you were only able to catch a few of Remmick's words in the state you were in.
With his essence inside of you and your blood inside of him, a bond had been forged, one that wouldn't break so easily.
And that's how Remmick wanted it.
You felt Remmick nuzzle into your hair, still petting it gently. "I can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when you awaken." He gave you another kiss on the top of your head, and then another on your forehead. "We'll have all the time in the world together." The hand keeping you held next to him slid down your body and between your thighs, feeling the slick slowly drying there. You whimpered softly and weakly jerked your hips, unable to resist the pleasure he was wringing out of you still.
"Be ready for your prince when you awaken, sweet princess," he whispered into your hair. "He has much more to show your body, and we have all the time in the world now."
Hello! Our server hosted an incredible Secret Santa fic exchange event and as the host, I created this post to clump everyoneโs 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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โฎ โ โ Remmick :
Sink Your teeth (Youโre in love for one night) | @madkingcrowley
๐ synopsis โซถ 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
๐ synopsis โซถ 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
๐ synopsis โซถ 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
๐ synopsis โซถ Youโre 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
๐ synopsis โซถ Brushstrokes of murder, stitches of suspicion. In London, the streets hide more than shadows, and every secret has teeth. Youโre 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 huntโฆ but as clever and unafraid as you think you are, youโre soon about learn that curiosity comes with a price, and some hunts lead to dangerous rewardsโas thrilling in bed as they are in the shadows.
Secret Santa Exchange | @nekkiotine
๐ synopsis โซถ 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
๐ synopsis โซถ Thereโs a reason the townsfolk warn you not to go wandering alone this time of yearโbut you, with your pride and your temper, donโt listen. Itโs only a few miles through the snow, after all, and youโve never been one to fear shadows. But something walks the woods during the solsticeโsomething 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 arenโt just for show, and punishment is pleasure in the hands of the creature whoโs been watching you all along.
Balsam | @nimisardenter
๐ synopsis โซถ 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, reallyโthat is, until your strange new coworker throws you off kilter.
At least there will be plenty implied | @eternalstrigoii
๐ synopsis โซถ tbaโฆ
โฎ โ โ Paddy Mayne :
Stress Relief | @foxtufts
๐ synopsis โซถ 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.
โฎ โ โ Patrick Sumner :
The Mercy of Limits | @flixpii
๐ synopsis โซถ 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 stayโthrough discipline, restraint, and a quiet intimacy that blurs the line between care and control.
Under the mistole with Patrick Sumner | @cherryxhaze
๐ synopsis โซถ 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.
โฎ โ โ Oliver Mellors :
The Last Leaves Of Autumn | @peter-newkirks-smolder
๐ synopsis โซถ An impromptu walk through the forest becomes something much more intimate.
โฎ โ โ Roy Goode :
Beyond Blue Eyes | @patronsaintofjackoconnell
๐ synopsis โซถ 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
๐ synopsis โซถ You hated him. He hated you. Somehow, that made you both compatible.
โฎ โ โ Lion Kaminski :
Close Enough To Catch You | @impalalullibies
๐ synopsis โซถ Lion Kaminski never stops moving not when heโs hurt, not when heโs exhausted, and definitely not when heโs sick. But when he finally canโt push through anymore, youโre the one who noticesโฆ and the one who stays.
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Remmick is so Irish that he is sure to have many children with a reader ๐คญ I need a fanfic about the big family he would have with reader, all vampire children๐ต, Rip reader who would never stop being pregnant ๐ซก
I would like to put spin on it and make itโฆCross Road Demon! Reader x Vampire! Remmickโฆcause 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 werenโt 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 didnโt have a soul to trade for a baby, nor did you. Your vessel had sold her soul to you years ago, and Remmick didnโt have one having lost it when he was turned.ย
So, he got..creative. Heโd 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 ofโฏtook 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.ย
โI want another.โย
โI beg your fucking pardon?โ You raise a brow, turning your head slowly in his direction.
โI want another.โ He repeats, as if it was the most casual thing ever.ย
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 fittinglyโฏdrained from the two babies. The mix of human and Remmickโs mutated DNA had created a rough pregnancy. Anemia. Sensitivity to light and sounds. Cravings for iron filled thingsโฏrusty 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.ย
โYou have two.โ You state in a deadpan tone, wiping drool off the newborn's chin.ย
โFor now.โ He dismisses, like it had already been decided.
โThat are only a year apart.โ You add, โRemmick, you are aware that the female body needs at least six months apart before it considerโฏโ
โBut, you are not human.โ
โSheโs still human.โ You argue, โBesides, you still need to pay with souls. How are you going to do that without drawing the attention of the townsfolk, hm?โย
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, theyโd 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.ย
โHow much will it cost?โ Remmick questions, his voice soft.
โDepends on what you're asking for, sweetheart.โ You raise a brow in amusement, โAre you asking about another baby, or for a way to not get caught?โ
โBoth.โย
You donโt 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 vesselโs body, but of souls. It would get to a point where it was no longer safe or practical to have any more children.ย
โDonโt tease me, how much will it cost?โย
โSeven souls, and I would need a plot of land near a crossroad.โ You shrug, โSomewhere far. Somewhere where no one knows us, we can work out the details later.โ
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.
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