summary: when Clark and reader meet again for the second time while she’s in distress, they know for a fact the next time they will meet with be planned
A/n: bro I loved writing this one, it’s just a little short one to get me back into posting. I hope u enjoy it💋
“Twice in one week” Superman states beaming down at you with a big goofy smile “-I’m starting the think you like trouble miss.”
“I just seem to attract it, among other things” you reply tilting your head with a grin, completely ignoring the criminal with a now mangled gun being held be his shirt, a disgusted expression on his face from the clear flirting in front of him.
“We might as well make a habit out of this” he grins trying not to look to excited as he brings up the possibility of a planned meeting.
“can you two stop flirting and just take me to jail?”
“Anyway thank you for…saving me. Y’know you should come by the daily planet to let me interview you” you shrug stepping closer while rocking on your heels,a flirtatious smile creeping up on your lips
“yeah? Interview me about what” lingering closer he drops his voice lower for just the two of you.
“your fashion choices, I’m curious about this primary color scheme you got happening” as you laugh softly your hand waves in a gesture to his suit, your other hand resting over your lips to conceal your giggle.
“hmph…sure, i guess it’s a date, I’ll come around next Thursday if I don’t save you from getting robbed again first” he shakes his head while chuckling, hand combing over a stray curls as he unconsciously grooms his appearance.
“bye miss y/l/n” he calls out as you walk out the dark alleyway, eyes trailing your retreating figure
“bye superhunk” you echoed your sweet voice trailing behind you as you walk, pausing to look back at him, hiding your pleased grin at the lopsided smile on his face and the blush spreading across his ears and face
Summary: the team takes a much needed beach day while in Myrtle Beach. You take the day to show your more relaxed and fabulous side to the team(and also your fashionable beach outfit)
a/n: ciao babes, I’m writing this for funsies and a little for me cuz I have a vacation to the beach soon, soo enjoy this “filler episode”-🦢
“It’s so hot” Spencer complained “and-and so germ infested” with a huff he continued to struggle to open his fold out chair.
“You’re not a big beach fan are you, Anikin skywalker” You tease from your full stretch out pink chair you forced Morgan to set up for you, currently rubbing in sunscreen on your arms.
“I find the loud noises, screaming kids, germs, and scorching hot sand a bit irritating” Spencer purses his lips cringing as he nods.
“I love the beach, the waves are so beautiful and soothing, and the suns so pretty” smiling brightly you kick your flip flops off and plant your feet into the warm course sand.
“yeah-yeah i mean it’s not that bad” he rushes to say with a nod, watching you not-so-subtly as you rub in sunscreen on your biceps. Plastering a smile on his face.
“Do my back for me, please” you plead with a sickly sweet pout and batting your eyelashes, Holding out the sunscreen bottle.
“u-uh sure yeah, you know sunscreen protects against ultraviolet radiation from the sun and broad spectrum sunscreen protects from both UVA and UVB rays” he hastens-to-say as he eagerly takes the bottle from your hands, his clammy fingers almost dripping the bottle entirely as he pumps a little in his hand
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You get up to get in the water with the rest of the team, hotch is sunbathing in his chair with a bucket hat and sunglasses. You spot Spencer still holed up under his umbrella with a thick strip of sunscreen on his nose.
“are you not coming in?” Pouting tilting your head you complain softly.
“uhh no” he replies, looking out towards the rest of the team in the water, his face scrunching up into a grimace before he cleared it off his face.
“Get in the water with me” you more demand then ask nodding your head toward the lapping waves, grinning as you know he’ll probably do anything you say.
“….yes-yeah okay.” He agrees easily, almost surprising himself as his mouth hangs open for a second, taking a moment to stare up at you over him with a lopsided grin on his face.
“that was easy” you beam, cheeks hurting with the amount of smiling you do, urging him to stand as you pull him up by his hands, accompanying him as you both dart towards the water.
“Ack!” You cry out as you rush into the water, elbows tucked into your body as if it will warm you up from the icy water. “Shit it’s cold!”
“Here let lemme help you with that” Morgan barks out as he splashes water on you, laughing even harder as you retaliate.
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While the team gets ice cream per Penelope’s request, you and Spencer stagger in the back of the group, walking slowly to have more time together. smiling softly at one another while you think the others not looking
“It was nice to see you so relaxed today…” you start quietly, hands brushing against his very few strides, hiding back a smile behind your ice cream. “You look so different”-“in a good way” chewing on your lip you lower your voice just for the two of you.
Spencer doesn’t respond, opening and closing his mouth a few times before exhaling. Quietly hooking his pinky around yours, walking closer as he bites back a huge smile. His ears flushed.
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A/n: this draft is actually ANCIENT, I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long, college started and I’ve been so busy😭 but i finished this in a one hour and I have more drafts to finish and post. Ilyyy.
⟢ synopsis : You ask Remmick to come and fix your sink.
⟢ authors note : If you haven’t already please go and read @flixpii farmer!Remmick content and know that I have a massive boner. I hope I did him justice.
⟢ content warning: 18+ mdni, blowjob, face fucking, shy!remmick, farmer!remmick, human!remmick, remmick isn’t safe with me, praise kink, cum eating, gagging, I edited this 4 o'clock in the morning oops.
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He arrived at your house early in the morning with a toolbox in hand and butterflies in his stomach. When you asked him if he could fix your sink he practically jumped at the opportunity.
The night before, he made sure his toolbox was packed, picked out an outfit, and saved his best cologne for the occasion—just in case.
Who knew what could happen?
He knocked twice— counted the seconds— and when he didn't get a response, he knocked again.
Then he heard the soft click of the lock and the knob turning— quickly, he straightened his back. A small smile plastered on his face.
The first thing he saw was your tired eyes, barely open. The slip of your nightgown hanging off your shoulders, and your hair frizzed to the side. You looked like you just stumbled out of bed— probably right on that part.
You opened the door slightly, eyes squinting from the sun peeking past his shoulders, and then gradually opened them— realization crossing through your face.
"…Remmick?" You yawned, pulling the door open wider.
He cleared his throat, tipping his hat down. “Mornin'," he said with a nervous smile on his face.
"You're early." You said softly, turning your head to look at the clock on the wall. "I thought you said you'll be here in the afternoon?"
"I-I know— sorry." He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. "I just thought if I came early—" he faltered, embarrassed. "You know what? I could come back—"
"No, No— it's fine." You assured him, covering your mouth to yawn again. “Come on in." You walked back, pulling the door open to let him in.
He stepped inside, removing his hat immediately. It was dimly lit inside, the curtains drawn closed. There was a hint of cinnamon apple that graced his nostrils, and the smell of Pine-Sol somewhere else.
"I hope you don't mind the mess— I've been rearranging." You sighed.
"I-It's not a problem—" A flush slowly creeps up his face when he notices your nightgown. It's short, stopping just above your knees. He can see how sheer the fabric is, the shape of your breast outlined, your nipples hard against the material.
He gulped, averting his gaze to the pictures on the walls instead.
"W-Where's the um—"
"Kitchen." You pointed, already moving.
You led him towards the back of the house and he followed right behind you, keeping his eyes up.
There were different family portraits on the wall: Family vacation, horseback riding, and a high school graduation portrait. He couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked in all of them— Especially the one you took during your last birthday party.
You were dolled up, wearing this tight-fitted dress that he could remember in perfect detail. You had the sweetest perfume on, heels that made you taller, and hair pinned up. He remembered he could barely talk to you without feeling embarrassed.
"I'm glad you came— regardless if it was early as fuck. I wasn't sure who else to ask." You said softly.
"Y-Yeah…" Besides that, he wasn't going to mention the way he can see the pattern of your panties from the back of the gown either. Pink with white flowers scattered around, lacy trimmings that outlined your curves. How it hugged against the fat of your ass— Shit, he just mentioned it.
“Remmick.”
“What— yeah?” he blinked. Stopping abruptly.
“I said thank you for coming,” you repeated, stepping into the kitchen. “You're the only one who probably won't charge me a ridiculous amount of money.”
"It's not a problem.” he smiled wryly, “I um— I wasn't doing anything today anyway." he continued, stepping into the kitchen as well.
"Clearly,” You noted, leaning against the counter while he strode off towards the sink.
He placed his toolbox on the counter and stood in front of the sink. He checked the faucet by turning the handles back and forth. A low hum alerted him but no water came out. Then, he pulled a flashlight out from his back pocket and leaned over to look inside the drain. When he didn't see anything he quickly got down on one knee.
You continued talking, dragging your eyes over his form. “—Why else would you be here so early if you did?" You teased, watching as he worked.
Remmick glanced at you while he opened the cabinets, pushing a few things to the side. "T-That's not true… I'm always early.”
You raised a brow. "You? Early?"
"Yeah?" his voice wavered, averting his eyes back to the items in the cabinet. He took out dish soap and cleaning products from under the sink, placing them off to the side.
“I have things to do later— stuff,” he said, hoping it doesn't come off cheap.
“Like what?” you pushed.
You weren't buying it, but you were amused by how long he could try.
He paused, “I've got other things to fix…like my…like my bed.”
“Your bed?" He was a terrible liar. "What's wrong with it?"
“It's been…um…creaking— like, a lot.”
You quirked a brow. “Wouldn't be creaking if you're not doing things on it,” you said offhandedly but it made Remmick pause, his ears turning red immediately.
“T-Things?” He stuttered, almost knocking over a can of Ajax. "I'm… I'm not... w-what are you implying?"
“Suspicious activities— cardio?" You said out loud, like you were naming things off a checklist.
Remmick reached around to feel the pipes, ducking his head underneath.
"—A lot of movement? Active stuff?" You continued, "You're a man aren't you? I'm sure you don't just sleep on it.”
He almost banged his head against the ceiling of the sink.
"G-Goodness— Darlin' I think ya have me for somebody else." He pulled his head back from underneath the sink and turned to look at you.
"Yeah? Really?"
"I don't—" he stopped, trailing his eyes off to the side. "I don't…um…do those things."
"Things?" You pressed, a small smirk forming over your lips. "Now, what are you implying?"
He gulped. Feeling self-conscious suddenly.
"I-I didn't—"
"You know, I can tell when you're lying."
The kitchen felt smaller— like the walls were moving in on him.
In the presence of someone like you, always so aware of things—especially him, it made it harder to compose himself. You looked at him like you already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth— probably the correct tone of wording as well.
"…How—"
“You do this thing where you look away, like people won't be able to tell what you're thinking if they're not looking straight at you.” You tilted your head, gaze sharp. “…Or maybe you're just that obvious.”
"Obvious?" He scoffed, "ain't nothing about me 'obvious'."
"Yeah?" You questioned.
"Yeah."
Remmick doesn't have anything left to say to that, but he knows you caught him when your eyes shift and the next words out of your mouth sent him into a spiral:
"Why are your ears red then?"
He cleared his throat, trying to calm the growing heat elsewhere. He goes back under the sink, hoping it could hide him away— or at least try to.
"J-Just hot in here— that's all."
You hummed, tapping your finger against the counter.
“I'm gonna go freshen up— I'll be back,” you announced and left without waiting for his response.
He couldn't help the need to glance back and watch you leave. He noticed how the fabric of the gown brushed the back of your knees and swayed with each step you took. You turned to walk up the stairs, stretching your arms, and once you disappeared— he quickly went back to working.
"Your ears are red." Echoed in his head.
He wasn't that obvious…Well…maybe a little— but that's beside the point.
He opened his toolbox and pulled out a handful of tools, sorting through them with a furrowed brow— trying to remember which one might do the trick. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself to the floor, twisting to lie on his back and scooting halfway into the cramped space beneath the sink.
The cabinet’s edges pressed into his shoulders as he reached up, entirely too small to fit a grown ass man, and he felt around blindly. The texture felt scratchy against the pad of his thumb, the smell told him that something was wrong.
A few twists here, a turn there— rusted knobs resisting him at every angle.
It doesn't take long to spot the issue: clogged pipes and the wear of an old, neglected house.
He doesn't know when the house was first built but the rusted pipes tell him it's probably no more than 40 years old— maybe more.
No wonder the sink had stopped working.
He tightens his grip on a wrench he pulled from his box, and gives another valve a turn—too far, too fast. A deep rumble shudders through the pipes, and a moment later, a sudden spray of cold water blasts him in the face— drenching the top portion of his body.
Coughing and blinking through the mess, he wrestles the pipe shut, the valves screeching as he cranks it tight. The spray cuts off. A second later, he hears the satisfying gurgle of water flowing properly—this time into the sink above.
He shimmies down, pulling himself back from under the cabinets, and wipes the water away from his face. He stood up slowly, feeling the way his shirt clung to his skin— dripping down onto the floor leaving a wet puddle at his feet.
So much for picking out an outfit today.
He shook his head, like a dog— hair ruffled every which way. He threaded his fingers through his strands, moving some that were stuck to his forehead.
He hears you a few minutes later, trailing down the stairs, humming a soft tune that abruptly stops when you notice that he looks disheveled.
“Remmick?!" You quickly jump the last steps, moving towards him in record time. You could see water dripping from his hair, the wide puddle at his feet.
“What—” your voice goes quiet when he slowly starts to unbutton his long-sleeve shirt, pulling it off his skin.
He was wearing a t-shirt underneath but it left little to the imagination. You swallowed— hard — eyeing the way his biceps bulged through the fabric. His chest was large, his nipples prominent through white.
The fabric clung to his skin like a glove.
“Loose pipes, old house. The usual when you fix a sink,” he said simply, turning around to ring his shirt.
Your eyes trailed over his back, the muscles working every time he twisted his shirt, squeezing the water out.
"I did what I could, but you'll have to replace the pipes soon. Maybe in a few months." He turned back around, holding his shirt out. "I don't suppose you have a dryer?"
You smiled sheepishly at him, "Nope, broken." You pause, and then: "But I have a towel?"
"Sounds good to me."
You walked around, opening a few drawers. Rummaging through the contents.
"So, how much will that be?"
"Will what be?" he questioned, watching you intently.
"New pipes? Someone to come fix it?" Suddenly, you remembered where you kept the towels stored.
"Well…Joe's Supplies could probably sell them to you for cheap, but—" Remmick's eyes almost pop out when he sees you bend down, opening a cabinet.
The sheer nightgown was enough but shorts were overkill. It hugged you tightly, riding up enough to give him a peek at your underwear from the bottom—
"—So what you're really saying, is that I'm fucked?"
He gulped, quickly fixing his posture. His jeans suddenly felt too small. "Y-Yeah."
"What do I do now?" You stood up, towel in hand, and turned to face him.
He cleared his throat— something he's been doing a lot since he's been here. "If you, um, buy the pipes— I could, you know? Probably…replace it for you."
He could see your face light up.
"You will?"
He nodded when you stepped closer, reaching up to pat the towel against his neck.
"Thank you, Rem." You smiled, patting the towel down his chest. "How much do I owe you?"
Something as innocent as this shouldn't be working him up— but it was.
"F-For?"
"Fixing my sink, duh."
"O-Oh, it's nothing." He smiled softly, leaning back against the counter. "F-For you, it's on the house."
You dabbed the towel over his forehead next, making sure to soak as much water as you could. "Oh? Am I that special—"
"Yes." He said a little too quickly.
When you quirked a brow, he coughed slightly.
"Yes," he tried again, keeping his voice steady. "Just let me know when."
You ruffled the towel through his hair, laughing to yourself when you moved it to see his hair mussed.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." You grinned, dropping the towel around his neck.
He gave you a face. "R-Really?"
You hummed, nodding to yourself. "What other person I know fixes things as good as you?"
"I-I don't know…"
"You're supposed to say 'nobody' ." You laughed, pulling the towel away.
Remmick gulped, "Sorry—"
"Maybe the right word isn't obvious, but, oblivious." You scanned his face, "Are you always this fidgety?"
He shifted on his feet, "I don't…um…know what you mean."
"You're the only guy I know who struggles so badly when it comes to the signs."
"The signs?"
"You know? When someone takes interest? Like that girl in fifth grade."
Remmick frowned, rolling his eyes like a kid. "Who? Suzie?"
"Mhm, you couldn't tell how much she liked you?"
"She used to bully me— called me a vampire cause she made me spill my mama's famous tomato soup down my face!"
You made a face. "'Famous' is an understatement."
"Understatement?! How— you know what? I'm not even gonna talk about it." He folded his arms, visibly seething in front of you— scrunching his face, biting the inside of his cheek.
He looked adorable.
You couldn't help the loud snort that slipped out.
"I'm just teasing ya, Rem."
Silence.
"Rem?"
His nose twitched.
"Rem~" You sang, "come on, Remmy, I was just joking. You really mad at me?"
You placed your hands on his shoulders, smoothing them over his wet sleeves. "Want me to apologize?"
"…Yeah."
"I'm sorry. How's that?"
"You don't…sound sorry."
You pressed closer.
His eyes immediately dropped to your lips.
Obvious.
"I'm sorry, Remmick." You said, hands moving to grab his narrow waist.
His eyes quickly snapped to the side.
Oblivious.
“Look at me Rem— I'm sorry. Okay?"
The way you were looking at him, eyes soft and lips puckered. Face mere inches away and God— your hands. They were rolling delicate little circles in his side— playful and full of hidden meanings that he was afraid to understand.
Afraid that it was what he was thinking.
Could it be?
It can't…can it?
"Rem?" You asked, tilting your head.
If you kept calling him that— he doesn't know what he'll do.
"Rem, I'm sorry, okay? Can you talk to me—"
It happened so quickly you barely had time to react. Your eyes widened, mind blank when he pressed his lips to yours. They were slightly cold but it wasn’t unpleasant.
He doesn't know what came over him, doesn't know why he did it— but it felt right. He leaned forward, his lips on yours— kissing with that sort of clumsiness that made it known that it was real.
He had to shut his eyes to keep from staring into yours.
His hand snaked behind your back, holding you close like you might vanish— like all those times in his dreams where it played out exactly like this. You, him, alone. Different scenarios but it all ended in Remmick kissing you. Whatever happened after he woke up instantly.
You dropped the towel and quickly cupped his face in your hands. Just like his lips, his skin was cold but it warmed the minute you pressed your hand against it.
You tilted your head, deepening the kiss, and the moment your tongue pressed against his— the faint taste of you invading his mouth— he pulled back abruptly, sucking in air like a fish out of water. His hands dropped away like he was just burnt, eyes darting around your face.
His mouth moved before it could stop, "I-I'm s-sorry." He apologized, trembling like a baby deer. "I-I don't know what came over me— Oh m-my — I just couldn't help myself, and you were so close— and you smelled so good— a-and I thought that it was—"
"Rem, slow down." You laughed, shaking your head at the display of nervousness rolling off of him. "Do you see me complaining?"
He blinked. "…N-No?"
"Do you see me getting mad and yelling at you?"
"…No?"
"So, then, it's fine."
"B-But, it's not right for a man to come onto a woman like that— especially someone like you. I-I'm supposed to ask first, make sure you're okay with it, and then—"
"Remmick, if it wasn't okay, you would have been kicked in the balls by now."
He froze. "O-Oh."
A smirk played along your lips, "I'm not so delicate, you know?" You moved into his space again, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"A-All women are—"
"Not me." You said softly, threading your fingers through the back of his head, fingers twirling the short locks of hair on the back of his neck.
He sucked in a breath.
"There you go again, acting all shy." You quipped. "Obvious, oblivious— maybe you're somewhere in between."
"B-But—"
"Remmick, I like you."
He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was permanently in shock, unsure if he was dreaming or if he was dead in his sleep right now.
"I asked you to fix my sink— yeah, but also because I think you're cute."
"W-Wait— You do?"
You nodded. "I think you're so hot when you work.” You pressed your chest against his, the wet fabric staining the front of your clothes. “Especially when you get this look on your face when you're trying to figure out how to do something."
He looked like a tomato at this point.
He slowly wrapped his hand around your waist, still careful and shy. "I think you're also…c-cute."
"I know, it's so easy to tell from you."
"Am I…really that obvious?"
"Yup."
“I-I’m sorry. I just…you make me so… I—“
You chuckled, “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I-I’m sorry—“ he clicked his tongue. “I mean, I didn’t know you liked me. I just assumed that you thought of me as a friend…only.”
“Want me to show you?”
“Show me what?”
“That I don’t think of you as just a friend?”
“H-How?”
"Easy. All you have to do is keep your eyes on me, Rem.” Slowly, you got down on your knees, the water wetting your skin, and you peered up at him through your lashes. Your fingers hooked through his belt buckle, working them open.
Remmick gulped— his eyes averting off somewhere. But then they snapped back when you tugged his hips forward.
“What did I just say?” You teased, finally pulling his belt apart.
“I-I’m sorry—“ he took a breath, “ o-okay.”
This can't be real.
He covered his face with one hand, peeking through the gaps of his fingers. His other hand was holding the edge of the counter, squeezing, trying to hold on as you worked him open.
You pulled his pants down, smiling at how small Remmick was trying to make himself. “You're always so shy, I’ve never seen a man—“ your eyes widened when you pulled his briefs down after.
He was leaking already, the head of his cock flushed red. Swollen and hard against his naval. He had a vein running along the side of his skin, twisting like a vine. He was big— bigger than you've ever seen.
Probably the biggest you're ever going to get.
"I-I know," he said, sighing through his hands. Flustered. "Y-You've probably seen better— something more of your style. I-I'm not normal— probably disgusting—"
"N-No." You quickly said, using the pad of your thumb to run soothing circles against his thighs. "Baby, look at me."
Remmick slid his hand down his face, chest rising and falling with desperation. He looked so scared, afraid that you wouldn’t like it— wouldn’t like him.
"You're perfect." You smiled up at him.
He felt warmth slide across his chest. "R-Really?"
"Mhmm, of course. Just look at ya,” you wrapped your hand around him and he jumped. “already weeping for me just from kissing."
“I-I’ve never—“
"Kissed anybody? So that makes me your first?”
He nodded, shamelessly.
“It’s okay.”
“Y-You sure?”
"I wouldn't be on my knees in front of you if I wasn't sure."
“S-Sorry—” and then he huffed when he caught himself apologizing again. “Okay...”
“I just want you to keep your eyes on me— that means you can’t cover your face and look away.”
“O-Okay, I can do that.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-Yeah.”
You pumped him once, getting a feel— watching the way his stomach tensed. He was staring at you with such intense eyes, like he couldn’t believe that you were here— on your knees with his cock in your hand.
"You're so cute, Remmick." You pumped him again and he swallowed. "You're always so shy, so nice— Unlike any man I've known before."
He sucked in a breath when you leaned forward to kiss the vein pulsing on his skin.
"Am I the first one to see you like this too?"
"Y-Yes." He answered breathlessly. Honestly.
"A farm boy, nice, his first time— you're just wrapped in a pretty pink bow for someone, huh?”
“W-What does that—“
You delved forward, sucking him into your mouth and he shuddered. Your tongue lay flat under the weight of his cock, but that didn’t stop you from rolling it underneath. You watched as his face contorted, his eyes darting from your mouth to everywhere else.
You could tell that this was hard for him.
He gasped when you pulled back just enough to suck the tip of his cock, your hand pumping the base of him.
He clenched the edge of the sink tighter, "D-Darlin'—" he choked, jolting when you pushed forward to swallow him whole again.
“G-Goodness.” He moaned, “I-I…you're doing so— o-oh.”
You pulled back, his cock slipping out and you grinned at him. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?”
“O-Okay.”
You made a show of licking the tip, precum beading against your tongue and he couldn’t help the high-pitched whine that escaped.
“Darlin’— p-please.” He doesn’t know what he was begging for but the thought of you, the way your tongue kept rolling off of him felt so good— he had to feel more.
Sensing that, you spit into your hand and grasped him in your hand again— moving your hand back and forth with an antagonizing slow pace.
“What’cha beggin’ for, Rem? Don’t tell me you thought about this before?”
“N-No—“
“Liar.” You chuckled. “Your face is already red. I think we’re far past embarrassment.”
“P-Please— can…can you go faster?”
“Faster?”
He nodded, “Y-Yes.”
You rolled the pad of your thumb against the slit of his cock and he groaned. “Ask me the right way then.”
“I-I want your mouth on me—“ he gasped when you cupped his balls with your other hand, rolling them in the palm of your hand. He visibly shuddered when you squeezed, playing with them like stress balls.
“Keep going. You got it, Rem.”
“Y-Your mouth— felt so good on me.” He sighed, “A-and your tongue.”
“Want me to taste you again?”
“Y-Yes please.”
You laughed, going back to pumping him and he moaned out loud.
“You're so polite, Rem. But I’m afraid you have to tell me exactly what you want.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can. Lemme help you.”
You kissed the tip of his cock, moving to lick the underside of him with messy trails of spit and precum. He felt his stomach tighten, the image of you like this was almost too much to bear.
“G-Golly—“ his breath hitched when you licked lower, swirling your tongue over his balls, his cock resting on your face. The size of him was so obvious like this.
You slipped him from your mouth, moving to kiss him once more. “Say it, say you wanna fuck my mouth.”
He felt his heart skip a beat. “D-Darlin’—“
“Say it,” you demanded.
“I c-can’t—“
“If you don’t, I’ll stop. Leave you here just like this.” You gave him a devilish smirk, clutching the base of his cock without mercy. “Want me to leave?”
“N-No, I don’t want you to—“
“Then say it.”
He sucked in a breath, trying to find the confidence to repeat your words back. But his hands shot out, fingers interlocking into your hair when you tilted your head back— tongue lulling out to rapidly slap the length of his cock against the flat of your tongue.
It was loud, wet, and obscene. The type you only saw in pornos. He broke eye contact, shutting them closed. Whimpering shamelessly.
He was putty in your hands.
"O-Oh— P-Please—" he groaned, rutting his hips forward without meaning to.
“Please what?” You questioned.
"C-Can you— can you do that again?" You felt his leg tense.
You peered up at him, “Watch me then.”
The moment he finally opened his eyes to look at you, you squeezed him in your hand and slapped his cock against your tongue once more. He let out a low groan, pulling your hair tightly without meaning to.
“I wanna—“ He curled his hand against your scalp, threading his fingers through your hair. “Wanna f-fuck your mouth.”
“Say it again, baby.” You pushed, watching as he opened and shut his mouth like a fish.
“P-Please— I wanna— f-fuck your mouth—”
You barely gave him time to finish before your mouth was on him finally. Pumping what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while swirling your tongue over the tip.
He rocked his hips forward, watching intently as his cock disappeared and reappeared from your mouth— wet streaks of saliva and cum coating him in a messy show of display. You looked so pretty like this, on your knees, working him over. Face flushed, eyes teary.
"Darlin— mhm, n-not gonna last—" he moaned, rutting his hips forward. "F-Feels so good— so warm, tight— suckin' me in whole—"
You felt heat pool into your stomach, your cunt clenching around nothing. The sounds he was making were slowly starting to get to you.
“O-Oh, that’s it,” he groaned. Desperate and needy, holding your head tighter when you pushed forward, making sure that the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat.
“R-Right there—“ he moaned, loud and high-pitched.
Your hand guided back to cup his ass, squeezing him in your hand— pulling him forwards to help him fuck into your mouth more. You wanted to feel him, pull him in deeper. Your moans vibrated against his cock, sending an electric shock through his body.
"G-God—" he rasped, both hands placed on your head to hold. “ Y-Your so perfect— dreamed about this.”
You moaned, shutting your eyes, listening while your throat worked around him.
"Baby— c-can't believe your doin' so well— so perfect—" he thrust into your mouth— once. Pulling your hair gently.
You could feel your cunt leaking, dripping into your panties with no shame.
"I-I dreamed about this— you." He thrusted up again, kissing your throat with clumsiness. "T-Thought you would be scared of me—mhm, thought you might run away— " another thrust into your throat has your toes curling, stomach lurching forward.
You clutched the globe of his ass, teetering on the edge of sliding a finger past.
He locked his hands around your head— a warning not to stop, a silent plea to keep going— on the verge of breaking.
"I was s-scared— T-Turns out, I should have been scared of you—Oh! K-Keep going." He begged, tipping his head back, jaw slacked. Moaning in broken whimpers of pleasure. "G-Gosh— feel so good— you— feel so good. Takin' me in like this."
You pulled back to pop him out of your mouth, catching your breath, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth. You kissed the underside of his cock, and then dragged your tongue across the length of him. Coating him once more.
He rolled his hips forward, his cock gliding over your tongue in one swift motion. "You're gonna— darlin' if you keep— mhm, keep working' me— gonna make me—"
"Y-Yeah?” You breathed, throat slightly sore. “Gonna come?"
He nodded profusely, petting his fingers in your scalp. “A-Almost—“
"Now?" You kissed the slit of his cock, cum coating your lips.
"C-Close— so close."
“You know what to do.”
You slipped him back into your mouth and he broke. Holding your hair tight into his hand, jutting his hips once, twice, three times— until he found a rhythm that made him dizzy.
"I-I'm, darlin' I'm gonna— g-gonna come—"
You moaned around him, digging your nails into the fat of his ass to keep him close. Maneuvering his hips, helping him thrust into your mouth.
"B-Baby— s-soon." He gasped, throwing his head back. "I-I'm sorry for doing this— just, ohh— j-just hold on f'me."
You weren't sure what he meant but you quickly understood when he took a deep inhale and he used both hands that were tight on your head and pulled you forward— shoving himself all the way into the back of your throat, leaving no room for you to breathe.
The size of him was too much for you to handle— so fucking big, suffocating you— leaving you to gag around him. Tears slipping past and down your cheek.
A loud, whiny moan slipped from his open mouth. His fingers curled more into your head when your throat clenched around him and he saw white cross his vision.
He spilled just like that, on your tongue, stuttering his hips— burying himself as deep as he could go. Your throat contracted around him while he rutted forward, trying to keep you in place. Your nose was buried against thick, coarse, hair that tickled.
“T-That’s it— y-your draining me dry, baby.” He moaned, drenching the back of your throat with everything he had.
You shut your eyes tightly, gag reflex screaming at you to pull him out— but you refused to. You felt warmth flood your taste buds— too much and still not enough. He groaned out loud, frozen in place, still cumming into your mouth, like you were milking him dry.
Not once did you move until he was done— his cock spurting its last with his thighs shaking, and loud, breathless moans from his mouth.
He crashed back against the edge of the sink, letting go of your hair, his cock slipping out to lie flaccid against his thigh.
You opened your mouth, tongue lolling out to show him streaks of white lying on your tongue like a work of art.
"G-Gosh." He breathed.
He watched as you closed your mouth and visibly swallowed, smiling up at him— face a mess and tears dried against your cheek.
You stood up, abruptly, dragging his pants up with you, and lazily zipped him back up— belt buckle still hung open, his body twitching every so often from shock.
You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in close to press his lips against yours. He could still taste the faint traces of himself on your tongue— salty and sweet.
You placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, resting your hands on his shoulder. He looked so cute, face still red, ears burning— his chest still heaving.
You opened your mouth to speak, "How was that—"
"Incredible." He beat you to it.
"Was I?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Did you like it?"
"A-A lot… like, more than I can describe."
"Yeah?"
He nodded slowly, biting his lower lip.
”I have another sink for you to fix.” you smirked at him, pulling him by the hand. He followed along with you on wobbly legs while you directed him towards the stairs.
“A-Another one?” he questioned.
“Yeah, it's in my bedroom.” You took a step, Remmick trailing behind you.
“Bedroom…?"
You hummed, "This one might be tricky, but I trust you.” You looked back, taking another step. “And lose the shirt, you won’t need it.”
Summary: after a night out drinking and a hectic morning, you wear the first pair of heels you see and a daring outfit. Everybody is surprised and taken aback by your appearance, but Spencer especially has feelings about your look
A/n: reader is taller than Spencer in this fic because of her heels, and pls read pt:1!! And mentions of reader joking of hanging herself. And it’s a long one
You couldn’t help but think you got yourself into this situation-maybe you could blame Emily, or Morgan for insisting the team should go out for drinks. So…it’s currently 5:58 AM in the morning when you pull yourself out of bed with a brewing distain for the world and your party-animal coworkers.
After heavy consideration of just hanging yourself by the robe tie on your pink Victoria’s Secret satin robe….very heavy consideration.
Deciding just to skip the extra step of your mourning routine of cooking yourself and your roommate breakfast , you suppose you could survive off just tea and a pastry from the bakery next to your apartment, and nat was probably at the gym already.
with a pounding headache you shuffle into your walk in closet to pick out a outfit, taking a surprising amount of inconsideration you grab the first pair of black heels and beeline straight to the back of your closet for something you haven’t worn to work before.
while you knew better than to pick out clothes hungover, with no contacts in or any will to live. The headache gets the better of you and you end up picking the most boring outfit to date that has graced your body.
the offending pieces of garment were, a plain white blouse, a short black skirt and stockings. That’ll just have to make do.
while rushing to put on your clothes and do your hair and makeup, finally you were ready for work just in last thing to do was-oh. As you slip on your pre chosen heels you noticed they were way taller than you thought.
Fuck it. You’d rather die than walk alllll the way-the very short way- but still annoying way to your closet to fight with yourself about what shoes to wear….you might spontaneously combust.
As you grab your keys and purse you walk out your room to see you roommate Nat sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal and a amused look on her face
“Wow….your up surprisingly easy, eager to get to your boyfriend at work” she snickers with a grin.
“He’s not my boyfriend…yet. I’m actually still working on that” you protest with a affectionate glare, “alright I’m off to work, please try not to make anyone cry before 11:30, I’ll be home for dinner probably”
“Love you-hey say hi to your hot boss for me!
“God you are so gross nat” with a fake gag you shut the door to your apartment with a disgusted shiver.
while you dashed into the bullpen with speed a woman with seven inch heels on shouldn’t be able to obtain, You quickly make work of trying to nonchalantly lean against the counter at the kitchen station like you’d been at work for at least half an hour. You rejoice at the fact you’re the first one besides hotch here.
your head snaps up at the sound of the elevator arriving, a group of disheveled, hungover, regretful adults stagger out. The collective group with more sunglasses on then movie stars out in LA. “Well I’ll be dammed, I thought you would’ve needed at least thirty hours of Beauty rest to even think about coming to work” Morgan’s teasing voice caused you to roll your eyes and the others too groan from the booming volume.
“Very funny, milk dud. unlike some people I know how to handle my liquor” walking back to your desk your stopped by another jest
“—wait a minute” a loud boisterous laugh escapes him. “—what’s with the death traps on your feet?, I don’t see you for a few hours and you come back look’in like lady liberty” With hand gestures to you tall heels.
“for your information—nosey! They were the first shoes I saw…and I grabbed them in a rush”
“I-I actually think they’re very fashionable” Spencer interjected from behind the rest of the team with a sheepish smile, a hand tinkering with his watch before shoving his hands in his pockets.
“See? Spencer likes them” you remarked with your arms crossed while peering at a now flushed Spencer now walking to the kitchen station where you stand.
“that doesn’t count, pretty boy would tell you you look beautiful in a trash bag” morgen quipped with a dismissive hand wave, while sitting down at his desk.
“—hey that’s….thats not true” Spencer weakly defended himself from his spot beside you, an awkward expression on his face. A glare directed a Morgan while you were busy making your coffee.
“a-actually can you reach my mug for me up there” he cleared his throat, pointing at the tall shelf even a giant couldn’t reach with his Tardis cup in front.
“anything for my favorite doctor~” you replied with the corners of your mouth quirking up, Craining your neck downwards to meet Spencer’s nervous eyes.
reaching up effortlessly you hand the mug to Spencer, who looks like he might pass out any moment now.
“uhh t-thank you, did you know that The tardis from Doctor Who is time lord technology that stands for “time and relative dimension in space”. It has a virtually indestructible exterior, it’s powered by a miniature black hole, and is capable of containing vast libraries, swimming pools, and even entire cities within its infinite rooms”. He recites as he dumps an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee, eyes darting up towards you before clearing his throat.
“I didn’t know that, I guess I know who to call next time I go to comic con.” You remark teasingly, stopping your hand fixing your coffee. Fully giving him your attention.
“you go to comic con?” Spencer raises an eyebrow, not know if he should be turned on or surprised. Both. Probably both.
“Hell yeah, last year I went as storm from X-men, I’m a hot nerd”you boasted with a shrug and a shit-eating grin, gripping your coffee and sitting at your desk. Hiding your smile behind your pink playboy mug.
huh…well I’ll remember that for next comic con”Spencer nodded with a lopsided grin. Watching you while you worked with an obviously flustered look.
a/n: ciao babes, this took me DAYS, so enjoy it. Comment feedback or requests. This took it out of me😾 -🦢
Summary: after you’ve been attacked the day before, Clark decides to check up on you at work, but who knew Clark Kent was going to be your knight in shining armor instead of Superman
“I’ll just check in on her at work, maybe run into her on the elevator. Yeah it’ll be fine” was the first thing Clark thought while walking to the Daily Planet, thinking of the woman he encountered the day before.
as he walked into the elevator the door almost closed with no sight of you until a manicured hand shot out and a sniffing voice broke through his thoughts
“hold it open please!” You shouted as you stumbled into the elevator.
“Y-yeah yeah of course” a beat passed as Clark thought of what to say as he looked at your crying face . “Uhm are you okay? You look pretty upset” he was guessing you were still pretty shaken up by last night.
“My stupid heel broke, they’re my favorite pair-and now my makeup is ruined and I can’t work like this! It’s a total fashion don’t!” You whined as your lips quivered and your eyes watered. He looked down at your hand holding the tall broken red bottom heel.
“oh…oh no don’t cry, y-you still look really beautiful, and your makeups not ruined. We can still fix this” his comically large hand shot out to your shoulder as he rattled off words of comfort, a wince contorting on his face.
“…..really? You can fix this.” you fanned your face as your lips curled up into a soft unsure smile, looking up from your frilly white sock with no fabulous shoe to accompany it.
“Of course totally….i’ll uh just just ask Lois if you can borrow a pair, you two are the same size” at the mention of borrowing a pair from Lois your face scrunched up, you loved Lois you really did but her fashion style really wasn’t your taste.
“No-no okay, how about cat? I know she brings an extra pair”
with a nod you agree, riding with him to his floor.
Waiting for him to borrow a pair of appropriate shoes from cat to go with your outfit at his desk with a bedazzled compact mirror in your hand as you dabbed the tears from you face.
“Are uh these okay? She surprisingly had a lot of extra pairs so I just picked the ones I thought you’d like most” he cautiously handed you a pair of shiny black Mary Jane’s with a strap across the ankle with a bow
“OMG they’re perfect, thank you thank you thank you! Tell cat she has great taste and thank you” You cooed with a hand on your chest as you rushed to put them on with help from Clark as you held on to his hand.
“I’m so grateful for your help Clark, you’re my hero you know” with a hand on his cheek you smiled up at him.
“I was happy to help. Really it’s no problem”looking down he readjusted his glasses with a flustered smile and blushing pink cheeks.
“well I have a article to write so I’ll be back on my way to my floor, thank you so much by the way, you were a huge help”
you sighed biting your lip as you lingered around his desk, with a burst of confidence you leaned up on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his cheek, leaving a pink mark of lip gloss.
“bye clarkie!” You called out over your shoulder as you strutted to the elevator, “tell cat I’ll return her shoes tomorrow” as you blow a kiss you press the button to your floor
“crud i forgot to ask her about last night” he muttered under his breath as he watched the elevator doors close.
moments later as he sat down in at his desk as jimmy laughed in his ear “bye clarkie, your my hero clarkie” he mocked in a high pitched voice making kissing noises.
“stop torturing him jimmy, it’s already bad enough he can’t get in a four feet radius of her without short-circuiting” Lois scolding while holding back a laugh of her own.
A/N:ciao babes(say it back) this is my first pt 2 ever so congratulate me😼 I hope I did good and you enjoyed it, pls comment, I love feedback. Or maybe a request!-🦢
Summery: being a FBI agent might stifle your more bold outfit statements, but your diva personality always shines through the strict dress code of your job.
While you are grateful for your job and the opportunity to help people, the daily struggle of choosing between your inner desires of showing off every stiletto red bottoms you buy or every gorgeous dress and being professional, makes you reconsider your very fashion hindering job.
…but every couple of weeks when your feeling extra fabulous in your hectic morning of gettting reader of work you might slip on a lower cut blouse or a pair of black red bottoms.
And your favorite outcome is when the team goes out to a bar for a few of after work drinks, and since this was your first time going out with your new team you decided to express yourself more than you usually would to open up more to your hopefully lifelong friends and colleagues.
While you weren’t hiding your diva tendencies you had a habit of showing up to work in muted greys and sad beiges to blend in with your coworkers and be taken more seriously.
-and you thought Penelope would’ve digged up every thing about your life from the fashion degree you have to what your mother maiden name was.
So to say at the least you hadn’t expected your teammates to act like THIS when you walked into the bar and up to their table, the whistle from Derek and the lists of complements from the girls accompanied by squeals, the impressed nod from Rossi, and no reaction at all from hotch. What really caught your attention was the flushed cheeks and unidentifiable stare from Reid.
He normally was pretty level headed about his crush on you (you noticed-he noticed, everyone noticed. But you decided to do the nice thing and wait for him to ask you out while dropping hints) but this? Was a different level of simping out.
“You uh look really n-nice” he stuttered while he adjusted his tie. Your eyes noticed the preening habit and he forced his hands in his lap.
“Thanks, sweetheart” you smiled as your eyes zeroed in on him, the poor guy looked like he was about to combust with the amount of attention on him. “You look nice too” as everyone made room for you to sit you choose between sitting with Spencer or Emily. Deciding to spare him you sat next to Emily while rattling off your fruity drink order to Penelope
as you engaged in conversation with the rest of the team, and rolling your eyes at the teasing from the team about your outfit you excuse yourself as you make you’re way to the bar to order something to eat
looking over your shoulder you see Spencer approaching your left.
“You look different than normal -I mean you always look good! Beautiful too it’s just you look different, a good different” he tried to get his words out as he stammered and rambled, looking down with a wince his hand scratched the back of his neck. You could faintly see out the corner of your eye Morgan shaking his head with a sigh.
“Yeah I dress pretty differently when I’m at work. this might sound vain but I do consider myself a fashionista” grinning you laugh at his awkwardness. He looked absolutely edible when he was nervous and flustered
“Yeah you uh don’t seem to be fashionably challenged like the rest of us” finding the courage to meet your eyes while he makes a joke, his bravery stopped there as you leaned in to hear him better over the noise.
“I don’t know, those sweater vests and ties you wear give me a run for me money, pretty boy”
With your manicured hand you run it along the back of his tie with a teasing smile, pulling away to get your order of food and strut back to the table. You can feel his eyes watching you as you smirk softly.
as the night goes on and the team slowly goes home one by one, JJ having the excuse of a early morning of going through cases, Emily mentioning Sergio and his scheduled dinner time, Derek just waved his phone with a smirk signaling a text he received from his hookup of the week, Rossi just complained about being to old to stay out for too long while being the one to suggest going out in the first place, and hotch didn’t need a excuse since he had the earliest mornings and the latest nights out of all of you.
leaving just you and Spencer surprisingly, as you paid your tab and waited for your roommate to pick you up with stumbling heeled feet as you and Spencer laughed and he supported you with a strong arm for such a lanky man, before you got in your ride he spoke to you
“I really had a great time tonight…you should really consider expressing yourself more when your at the office with your fashion, you have really good taste and I think Penelope would appreciate it…or at least I would”
“thanks i guess i have to consider it, for Penelope of course” chuckling softly you open the door to the backseat of the car “see you tomorrow, Spence”
“see you tomorrow” he replied softly in turn as he closed the door to the car and watched as it drove off.
“God nat, I’m gonna make the guy my boyfriend” you sighed dreamily as I took off your heels and replaced them with the pink flip flops in your purse.
“I’m pretty sure that’s a big no no at your job…but hey who am I to stop you?” Your roommate Nat replied from the front seat with a snort.
a/n: ciao babes, this is my first ever CM fic(despite it being the reason i joined tumbler and Wattpad) but I apologize if anything if ooc or a lil boring and or badly written. Please comment I would love to take requests or get feedback ILY — 🦢
A/n I’m really sorry for the shitty writing but I just wanted to write for funsies a lil sooo….here🌚 also we need more diva!readers in fics
it’s been 28 years since your home planet was destroyed and you’ve lived on earth pretending to be human, 28 years of holding back you’re strength and powers the yellow sun gave you.
While you adoptive parents were infinitely kind and generous about your…situation, it was hard never letting go and fully accepting what you were.
And now as I adult living in weird-shit-central-metropolis, it’s a hard to resist the thought of flying into work at the daily planet when your car is wrecked by some justice gang bullshit. And you really don’t want to mess up your freshly straitened hair or carefully curated outfit.
—But that not the point.
Until now you thought you were that last kryptonion left-that was until you saw the super cute Boy Scout with the cape saving the city. Looking past the atrocious color scheming suit despite being a fashion and beauty reporter, you might actually have a crush on Superman.
Evan more so after he saved you from being robbed on night after walking home in night, you’re feet were killing you in those damn fabulous jimmy choo’s while you rummaged around in your juicy couture purse for lipgloss your sensitive ears pick up on footsteps fastening in pace as a man grips your arm and pulls you into a ally with a grip on your arm that you could barley feel and his shaky hand holding a gun.
“Give me your purse!” He shouted, god did this guy ever learn about oral hygiene?.
“Yeah right! Do you know how much this cost?” You replied with an offended expression, why is his man-hand rough handling my very valuable purse? I should just bitch slap this punk into the next city over-
“Everything alright here pal?” A deep voice emerges behind the honestly weak-ass criminal, sliding your sunglasses (designer obviously) up to your head you look over the weak bitch boy who can’t rob for shits shoulder, there stands super hottie Superman gripping the guys shoulder
“Back the fuck off…o-or I’ll shoot her” you really hoped if he tried to shoot you he’ll am for the head, and not damaged your blouse.
“that won’t be necessary” you scoff grabbing his wrist with a inhuman amount of force, ignoring his cry’s of pain as his bones snap, with a scowl you pull him towards you and head butt him. Knocking him out cold.
“W-Well it seems you didn’t need me ,ma’am.” Superman gapes at the man crumpled on this floor.
“I hope he didn’t uh hurt you by any chance?” Still ever the Boy Scout you see, as he checks up on you. “No he didn’t, I just really wish to go home”
“no no of course! I’ll bring him to the police, please be careful and have a safe rest of your night miss” nodding profusely he awkwardly watches you straighten out your clothes and walk out the alley as if nothing happened
“….wow what a woman” he muttered at his desk at work the next day, neglecting his work as he considered taking the elevator to your floor where all the fashion and beauty reports work, and seeing you once again-just to check up on you…right?
A/n pt two: hiii it’s been a while since I’ve posted and I know this isn’t my best work but I’m just so excited about the new Superman movie and as I dc fan I just really wanted to write something, so please comment-I want to know your opinion 😼
imagine walking up from your sleep in the middle of the night from a faint scratching sound outside, at first you think it’s some stray you feed during the day coming back for more-and while that’s not entirely incorrect it’s something a lot more needy.
as you walk around your home with an practiced ease you make it to your front door door and open it, coming face to face with the stray man you been feeding attention.
“Didn’t think you’d open the door, I missed you” he grins leaning his forearms on the door frame, taking a deep breath of your smell.
“You always miss me, I’m starting to think you’re a little obsessed with me” you quip back, cocking your hip as you give him an unimpressed look,
“should’ve never gave me a taste of you then, got me begging outside your door for scraps of your attention, like a stray dog” whispering lowly as he rests his hands on his thighs he looks you up.
“You know what they say, don’t feed it if you have no intention to keep it…don’t feed me or i will come back, sweetheart” grinning he knows he’s won you over, with a sigh you whisper an invitation in, reaching your hand out to tug in his shirt collar and tug him in.
Ok so…. This was just after I posted my last one and I promise I was gonna take a break then “it will come back” by hozier came on my playlist and I couldn’t help myself😼
you ever think you’re a little to trusting? Nope?….just me okay..
because imagine you’re on your porch
Minding your business like everyone in the south knows they should be doing, strumming the guitar your daddy left you, humming a sweet song.
The sun setting low,but the heat and humidity staying the same.
And something tells you to look up and when you do, you’re met with a strange white man walking up to your property with a hand clasped over his chest and a admiring expression on his face.
Being the dumb fuck you are, you don’t get up right then and there to take your leave and get in your house. You decide to wait and see what this abnormally handsome man wanted. “Beautiful” he tells you, “your voice is beautiful”
“It ain’t nothing special, but thank you” you reply shrugging, and hand holding you’re guitar and the other on your hip as you stand from your old rocking chair,
“What’re you doing on my property,this late at night?” You go right back to your suspicious stare. Your free hand quietly sliding into your pocket, gripping onto the cold metal of the pocket gun you keep on your person.
“w-well see that’s interesting ‘cuz I was out in these woods hunting and I heard your voice, it just drew me in to be honest ma’am” the strange man replies, lying straight out his ass-and more so unconvincingly.
Let’s be real you know a liar when you see one, and the man in front of you was a shitty little liar. “Alright…well imma head on in, if you want to keep that head on you’re shoulders I recommend getting the fuck off my property” you tilt your head and walk to your door with a close eye on him.
“Hint taken, I’ll leave now. You have a nice night y/n” he grins as you walk into your house,
as you lock you door, you think back to him and his words-then suddenly it dawned on you.
“How does that fucker know my name?!”
Oh how I’ve missed you tumbler
It’s currently 11:12 and that already late for my geriatric ass so…enjoy!
Imagine being a witch/hoodoo practitioner, doing a spell to manifest a perfect, beautiful, caring, and loving man to come into your life. Only your a little too vague and if we’re being honest a shitty witch,
So when a Irish? Southern? You don’t know-so he’s on your doorstep begging to be let in with a fake limp and a eager look in his eyes, almost unnatural. You hesitate, now you’re pretty confident in your craft. But your gut is telling you something else-but ultimately you let him in.
Ushering him in to your home with a concerned look, you can’t help but notice the drool dripping from his mouth-and what seems to be fangs? And long sharp growing nails,
He tells you to “take no concern about it”
-and hey, you do what your told. What? He’s handsome enough to get away with it.
what if remmick mistakens a total human person for a vampire
now stay with me here, imagine remmick coming across a human woman who resembles a vampire.
Maybe she has light brown eyes or files her nails to a deadly sharp stiletto shape to defend herself, occasionally she’ll have a nose bleed that makes the smell of blood linger on her and whenever he’s around her he picks up on her copper like scent
he’d be all confused with his head tilted and his brows furrowed when he heard her heartbeat and can feel the warmth that only a living thing can radiate.
But…there’s just something about her that’s not entirely human, he’s positive about that(not really)
One thing about “Sinners” that’s driving me crazy, is I haven’t seen anybody acknowledge that if Remmick turned someone/his S.O, they would have a good chance of knowing Gaelic from their connection to him!!!
Imagine him hearing his mother tongue from someone else after a long time or centuries.
