Remmick x Chubby fem reader
Based on Mafia: the old country
Summery: Remmick gets involved with the mafia, and gets attached to the Don's daughter.
Tw: Remmick, mention of intimacy, killing, basic Remmick shit
A/n: Readers last name is Carbajal. Wrote this months ago. It was meant to be a series but we will see. Not proof read
Remmick always put himself in places where he did not belong, mostly just to cause trouble but how he managed to get himself involved into the mafia? We will never know. The early 1900's when everything new and life was settling in, for Remmick it was a new start after coming over on a boat to Italy, which he later fled from leaving behind a massacre. Long story short he met a few guys, turned a few guys, and that's how he ended up involved with the mafia.
How did a vampire be able to blend in and bump shoulders with these men? Easy, doing the dirty work at night. When he had learned of the Carbajal estate, it was presented as a country side with hundreds of grape bushes made to be turned into wine. Remmick saw through it easily for what it was though when he had crossed into the land he quickly learned of the business and what transpires, the protection, the feud, the killings. He had decided he was bored and this was just what he needed. He persuaded his way somehow through his act, gained trust and put into work. He had been assigned to night shift guarding the giant estate where the family along with others had lived. Worked out perfectly he came at night and basically got to eat any trespassers. Though they had not known what Remmick was or why he came to work at night but they did not bother to ask, not many willingly work at night.
Through his nightly visits he had always passed by the jewel of the family, The Don's daughter, always protected and kept away from any of the danger. Beautiful hair framing her face, a plush body Remmick would do anything to feel, soft and skilled hands always doing something whether it be sewing, panting, cooking or helping the locals. Remmick knew no one was allowed near her especially not him. That did not stop him from watching her in the night through the shadows. She'd come onto her balcony every night doing anything she pleased, whether it be stargazing, reading or sometimes gazing at the gardens.
But she was observant, "When are you gonna stop watching me and start talking to me?", she said to him one night and thus starting a nightly routine of Remmick visiting her climbing up the wall covered in vines to meet her on the balcony in her room.
Months later and she was under his charm, sneaking out with him doing any and everything with him. She had fallen in love and he enjoyed the thrill.
"How come I never seen you working in the day or to just even around the town?", you said as you were shuffling the cards of the deck. The warm light casting from the inside spilling onto the balcony where you and Remmick sit.
He hummed for a moment watching your hands. "Busy darlin' gotta sleep. Can't be taking watch all night protecting the Don's precious girl if I don't rest up in the day." He reached over grabbing her hands stopping her from shuffling the cards. You look up meeting his eyes. "Sure you aren't scared of my father seeing us?", smirking you lean closer.
Him scared? It was almost laughable. The last time he was scared was centuries ago. "Nah darlin', do I look like the type to be scared? If I was then I wouldn't risk my neck trying to see you each night." He had that type of confidence that made you fall for his words the first night you talked. The look that made your knees weak and allowed him in your bed.
Feeling your pulse speed up sounded beautiful to his ears. He'd had to stop himself on more than one occasion from biting into that pretty neck, didn't want to spoil the fun too soon. He leaned closer brushes his lips against your ear whispering, "Wouldn't be scared when I got you screaming my name like a prayer every night". He ran his hands up your arms leaving a burning sensation.
"Remmick", you whined feeling his nose nudge your neck. Turning your head to give him more space as he kissed up and down your neck gently. He took his time not rushing, like opening a gift he wants you to come undone by his hands. He had done this more than once and would not stop anytime soon. He would enjoy you and your presence for as long as he could.
As soon as you gasped by a pinch from his fingers, he pulled away. The first thing your eyes landed on was the drool dripping from his mouth. It was an odd thing he did whenever things got a little heated, but you thought it was cute. Thinking of it you giggled.
"Laughin' at me now? When two seconds ago you were just whining for me." The drool was cleaned off his face by his hand and he wiped it on his pants. The smile never left his face as he stared at you. He couldn't help it, seeing you there, all pretty in a long silk nightgown that looked like it draped over your body like how the sculptures of the gods with thin fabric that would cover barley anything. The card game now long forgotten and the tension getting thicker than honey.
The scoot sound of your chair brought him out of his trance and he realized you stood up. Your hands ran up from his hands to his arm to bring him up too. Oh he knows what you want, what you need. He couldn't help help but let the nickname slip from his lips as he followed you like he was floating, "Oh mon cher"
The soft silk and lace from the bed comforter hit the back of his legs as he backed into it. You stood in front of him, looking up and then your soft lips moved. "Mon cher?"
He saw you hum in thought before nudging you to speak by placing his hands on your hips and giving it a soft squeeze.
"You don't sound French." You finally said, not accusing but stating as a fact.
Remmick shook his head, not denying. "No I'm not."
"Wish you'd tell me more, about your past, about you now." disappointed gleamed in your eyes. Remmick never really told you much about anything of himself, though sometimes he would slip some things out, like his love for music but you could tell there was more to that than he would let on. Thinking it was just too sad to talk about, you tried not to push but sometimes it would get confusing. Like when he would switch like a change of tongue and only under the sheets of sweat and lust after the vulnerable intimacy would he let out how he really sounded. It was a accent you never heard but it sounded old and raw, but you liked it.
"All in due time darlin', you will know all that I am." He said calmly, bringing one of his hands up to hold your soft face, trying to get you to forget about that and to focus on the situation now. The candle lights around the room gave him a soft glow but sometimes would give his eyes a little flicker, might be trick of the light.
You nodded, now suddenly tired and not wanting to think much more of it before you gave yourself a headache. The desire you just once held had now vanish into fatigue, maybe it was the soft lighting or the long night finally taking it's toll on you. Either way you felt comfortable in these hands that always made you feel safe in the night.
As if sensing your sleepiness, he carefully guided you into bed and under the covers as if he was tucking away a valuable item away in it's box. "Get some rest sweet pea, I'll see ye tomorrow."
Soon after that, you were fast asleep. Remmick blew out the candles settling into what he was used to, the dark. This allowed the moonlight to set in and flow into the room, basking you in it's glow and you slept. Remmick watched as the gentle rise and fall of your chest was set in a soft rhythm. At times like this he questioned what he was actually doing here. The goal in the end was to devour you right? Or to turn you? To start chaos in this dangerous family for fun? Right? But sometimes he'd look at you like this and remembered what it was like to be human with risk and thrill, with feeling and warmth. He was damned wasn't he?
