A/N: as requested by @punani-san , this is gunna be a bit… different heh 🫡 hope this reaches the bar 🙏🏻
Warnings: HEAVILY NSFW,, Cursing, blood, primal play, dirty talk, obsession/possesion, Remmick x Fem!Reader/Fem!pronouns, bro is a sadist, Somnophilia, if sensual acts under unconsciousness makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ, Impact play, Breath play, degradation/praise, MDNI ISTFG
Summary: Y/N was sleeping in her cabin on the couch, and her supposed ‘friend’ Remmick made his way inside thanks to a “welcome” mat allowing his evil self into her home. He finds her asleep and can’t help but to sit and watch her for a moment, covered in his latest victims blood. After she wakes up, the chase begins.
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In the eeriness depth of dark in her cabin laid Y/N, cuddled by herself into the thick cushions of her couch.
She had fallen asleep as soon as she laid down, her exhaustion taking over and forcing her to sleep. She had been working hard around her farm.
As she lay there in the deepest stream of unconsciousness, she couldn’t feel the presence of an evil spirit making their way to her door.
Remmick, with his latest victims blood all over the front of himself and his mouth, he looked at a cabin in the distance. The scent of Y/N filling his nose.
With a sense of urgency and mischief, he walked toward the cabin.
When he was feet by the door, he glanced through the window, seeing her there. Sleeping.
With an evil malicious smirk, he stood back in front of the door, and he tries for the knob. Locked.
He pulled his hand away, and he looked around for something, anything to unlock it.
He looked down at the welcome mat on the ground, and he let out a huff with a smirk.
He looked through the window once more, then he knelt down to the mat, lifting it, and there he saw a key.
“Typical.” He mumbled and picked it up.
He unlocked the door, and he silently walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
He put the key on the side table by the door while staring at Y/N’s sleeping body.
Her scent was so thick, and very very strong… He sat in the chair in front of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
His eyes never left her. He traced over her body, taking in her curves, and her glowing skin under the moonlight.
His trousers got a little tight, but instead of tending to it, he leaned back in the chair and watched her in his eerie silence.
After a few moments, she stirred in her sleep, and he stayed still, hoping she wouldn’t wake up, for he had a vile idea to fix the tent in his trousers.
She opened her left eye while facing away from him, his presence unknown to her.
Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Placing her feet on the floor and her head in her hands.
“You’re awake.” Remmick spoke barely above a whisper.
Y/N Yelped and jumped at the sudden voice and figure in her home. Her heart began to pound so loud that his voice was barely heard. Her chest tight with anxiety.
“Remmick… what happened to you?” She asked.
He looked at the blood on his button up shirt, his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his hands covered in the drying blood as well.
“I was a little hungry, darlin.” Remmick replied, slowly looking up at her with his glowing yet lifeless eyes.
“You’re scaring me, Remmick…” Y/N spoke softly, yet there was a shake in her tone, and Remmick caught it.
“Don’t be scared.” He whispered. “I’m ain’t gon’ hurt ya… too bad…” he smirked softly as he was still sat calmly and relaxed in the chair.
“What do you mean? What are you gunna do?” She questioned almost sternly.
“It’s what you do to me… your scent- it’s obnoxious. It’s intoxicating me… and I need to fix it.” Remmick briefly explained.
“What?” Y/N huffed in confusion, looking at him in disbelief and confusion. “You’re speakin in riddles, Remmick.”
“No… no I’m not… but… I’ll give you a Head start… you can start running, and if I catch you, I ain’t gon’ stop.” Remmick tilted his head as he spoke to the feared girl in front of him.
“Running? What- you gon’ kill me too?” She furrowed her brows, her heart still pounding.
“I couldn’t kill you… you’re my sweet lil girl ain’t you? Start runnin, Y/N.” He smiled, his fangs were bloody and illuminated by the moon.
Scrambling up, Y/N put her shoes on, and she ran out the door, running as far and as fast as she could.
Remmick looked at the empty couch with a quiet and evil chuckle, then he looked at his lap with the same smile.
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Y/N found a really good hiding spot… it was inside of a hollowed out fallen tree. She laid inside and waited. Her shaky breath could be seen in the air, and her body practically vibrated with fear of her friend. Or rather, who she thought she could call friend.
As she laid there for what felt like hours, it was only a couple minutes, but her adrenaline was wearing off. She began to nod off, using her arms as pillows.
She fell asleep, praying that Remmick wouldn’t find her and do ungodly things to her… but in the back of her mind, she felt excited… a rush of adrenaline that made her feel the slightest bit lustful.
As she nodded off, Remmick was searching for her through her scent. She didn’t have a winning chance. He could find her and pinpoint her location like a damn hound.
He saw the fallen tree, and he sighed deeply, making his way over to it. The chase lasted an hour and a half, and he knew there was no doubt that she wasn’t sleeping at this late hour.
He looked into the hollowed out tree, and he saw her sleeping.
He ‘tsk tsk tsk’d to himself, and he gently dragged her out, surprised of how deep of a sleeper she was.
He laid her over the fallen tree on her frontside, and he stood up behind her, looking down at her unconscious body.
(A/N: I know this part will make some of you uncomfortable, and if so, DO NOT READ, I will put this marker for you to skip over, this is the Somnophilia part //Sensual acts with someone unconscious\\)
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He pulled the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them fall to the sides of his black worn out trousers. His eyes never leaving the backside of her dress. She was in the perfect position.
He unbuttons his trousers, and he let them fall to his ankles. He lifts her dress and lowers her nylons underneath. There he was met with a pair of wet and sticky panties. He could smell the thick scent of arousal from her. That just turned him on even more.
He strokes himself a few times before guiding himself towards her entrance, taking consideration to use her juices to coat himself so he didn’t tear her.
When he entered her with just the tip, she began to stir, so he stilled. Then, he gently pushed the rest of himself inside her welcoming warmth.
He let out a shaky breath and had to control himself to not go too rough at first.
He pulled himself out, then slid himself in slowly, only for a moment. Then he took it upon himself to find a pace that he needed for pleasure.
Her body gently bounced with every thrust he made. The bouncing coming quicker with his frequent changes of pace.
The only sounds in the woods were that of nature, and the sounds of heavy shaky breathing, and plapping of wet sticky skin.
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Y/N stirred, the pleasure from the act beginning to wake her up.
“Rem- Remmick?” She slurred in her half asleep state.
“Shhh… take me like a good fucking girl, alright?” He demanded rather than generally saying it.
She whimpered as she arched her back.
“Fuck- that’s right, arch for me.” He panted as his pace became rougher.
The sound of their sticky skin plapping together only became faster and louder. And after a moment, so did Y/N’s moans.
Remmick spanked her, really hard, leaving a bloody handprint only visible by moonlight.
“Fuck!” She hissed and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly.
“Such a dirty girl… taking me like any common whore. Are you the town whore now, Y/N?” Remmick spoke condescendingly to her, using his other hand to wrap around her neck, his middle finger and thumb pressing into her throat, taking away most of her ability to breathe and speak.
“Answer me when I fucking speak to ya, darlin.” He growled.
“No-“ she choked out.
“You’re not a whore? Your pussy’s telling me different, my love.” He smacked her face. She whimpered and he pushed himself further inside of her heat.
“I told you what would happen if I found you, didn’t I?” Remmick went deeper, pushing her lower half into the fallen tree.
“Yes~” she whimpered out and he smacked her face, her ass, and choked her, lifting her upper half so her back was pressed tightly against Remmicks.
He pounded her so hard that her eyes began to cross and her vision became blurry.
“Remmick~ Rem- Ah~ Remmick-“ she choked and whimpered, one hand over his wrist from the hand choking her, and her other on his other wrist that pinned her hips to the fallen tree.
“Take it- take it take it take it~” he whispered shakily into her ear as his breath was just as shaky, giving her his absolute all in speed and rhythm.
He eyebrows furrowed as her belly tightened.
“I’m gon’ cum-“ she choked out.
“You best hold it in, don’t fucking cum yet.” Remmick spat at her above a whisper, choking her harder.
“Such a dirty whore, trying to cum so fast. You’re disgusting.” He degraded and humiliated her.
“The tree hurts…” she whimpered.
“I don’t care, you’re taking what you fucking deserve. You’re a filthy slut, and you deserve to be treated like one.” Remmicks other hand reached up and he choked her, holding her upper half against him and his lower half never slowed with his thrusts.
Y/N lost so much air that she started blacking out, her eyelids fluttering.
He relaxed his hands and she gasped for air.
“I should choke you until you black out… so I can use your body like the true Slut you are, Y/N… you knew what you were doing wearing this fuckin dress.” He was getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.
“I need to cum- I’m gon’ cum- please-“ she whimpered. He gently bit her shoulder with his humanoid teeth, not wanting to turn her just yet.
“Cum all over my fucking dick, Y/N, sense you can’t fuckin listen.” He pushed himself deeper, his hips stuttering.
Her lower half tensed, her legs quivering as her eyes rolled back and crossed, her mouth wide open. He ripped her hair back and spit in her mouth.
“Fucking slut.” He shook his head and found his release shortly after, pushing himself so deep that there was no more to give.
“F-Fuck-“ he whispered to himself in a deep pant.
She whimpered as he let her go gently, laying her over the fallen tree.
She stared at the ground, attempting to catch her breath.
“Such a good fucking whore, ain’t you, Y/N… all for me…” Remmick looked down at her used up hole as he lifted his trousers.
“Yes.” She panted, finally able to get a word out.
“That’s a good fuckin girl… my good girl… Hmm?” He coo’d softly as he sat on the fallen tree beside her, his trousers still unbuttoned.
I want to be brutally ripped open, like my guts being torn out abd ripped apart and eaten then have my body smashed and broken down torn to small bite sized pieces, burned then thrown into oil then eaten by wolves
But also i wanna be hugged, kissed, held, praised, touched, nuzzled into, leaned on, cared for, pampered and loved...
YOU ARE THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF “KHUD TOH MARENGE SANAM,TUMHE BHI SATH LE DUBENGE” yehhhh kyaaa likhh diya bhaiii abhi latest fic mai!!??? matlabbb!! aab mai apni khud ki funny jokessss typess wali story kaise likhun btao?? i am too depressed now!!! Aab Multiverse wali series ke jokes kaise likhun!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
Character development ke liye trauma zaroori hota hai😀😞 but ab meri bhi galti nhi hai dard toh automatically aa jaata hai likhte time main khud doob rahi thi, socha tumhe bhi saath le chalun 🤝
But Hum doobenge sanam… lekin alag-alag universes mein — ek mein dard, ek mein comedy , so don’t stop your multiverse jokes, balance maintain karna padega ❤️🩹🫂🫶🏻
