contains ; human!remmick/vamp!reader, religious imagery, inferred that reader is fem, mentions of damnation and salvation, reader and remmick have a established relationship, no use of y/n
author's note ; i need to make this man suffer omg hes totally deserving of it too
wc ; 666
☠︎ “It’s me baby, please, Remmick, please,” You pleaded, clutching the rosary between your fingers, he knew it wasn’t you, you had a different look in your eye. Hungry for something more than food, hungry for something more dangerous. “Remmick, please, baby, just let me in, just say I can come in, I ain’t gonna do no harm, I swear.” You whispered, “Remmick, one way or another, I’m comin’ in, you can’t stop this baby– You can’t.”
☠︎ “You ain’t my girl, no,” He said back, jaw clenched. Your eyes were wide, but far from human looking, glossy and unnatural, “Remmick, Remmick, please, let me in, I won’t ask again.” You demanded, hand reaching out to the doorway, “It’s me, it’s me, baby, I’m still your girl, I’m not any different, I’m just willing to show my teeth.” Something was wrong, incredibly animalistic.
☠︎ “Let me in– Remmick, let me in!” You banged your hand against the doorframe, a tear threatening to escape, that was the most human he’d seen you act since whatever happened to you. “You ain’t my girl, you need to leave,” He said, moving to grab the shotgun by the door. “I am your girl, I am, I am, please, don’t you believe me? Don’t you want to believe your girl, would I ever lie to you?” You said quickly, breathily, slamming your hand against the doorframe again, a choked sob protruding from your throat.
☠︎ “Look at me, look at me, I’m still your girl, I don’t look no different– I ain’t no different, just tell me I can come in, you don’t have to worry about anything else, I’ll handle it, I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you from ever gettin’ harmed.” Your face was serious, lips parted, sharp, inhuman teeth visible, “I could fix you, I could change you– You’re not past redemption, not past salvation, your soul is tainted, I can fix that, I can bring you back from your sinning ways.”
☠︎ He was stuck, you looked like his girl, sounded like his girl, you ever talked like his girl. You weren’t his girl, and that was scarily obvious. “If I let you in, what’ll you do?” He uttered, his voice gruff, untrusting. “If I let you in, you’ll kill me, won’t you?” He accused, jaw clenched, still gripping that shotgun tightly, his eyes narrowed. “I won’t kill you, I won’t hurt you, I’ll save you.”
☠︎ “I’ll save you from the hell you’re destined to, from the hell that the devil wants you in.” Your voice was scarily steady, not like you meant it, more like a warning. You still held the rosary between your fingers, still traced the carved crucifix. “I can change this for us, for all of us. I can save you from eternal damnation, you just need to let me in!” You yelled, gripping the beads attached to the rosary. “Please, let me save you, let me help you, I want the best for you, for us, we could be together, I can’t live without you, Remmick,”
☠︎ “I can’t be with you, you’re not the same girl, you’re not my girl.” His words made you choke slightly, lips parted in resignation. “There’s another girl? I thought I was your girl... Do you like her more than me, do you like the way she talks, the way she says your name while you’re whoring around with her?!” You bawled, a tear escaping, far from real, this was mastered manipulation, he was falling for it, hook and sinker. “There’s not another girl, you’re my girl, but you’re not at the same time!” “I am your girl, I’m not any different, I didn’t change!”
☠︎ In a moment of weakness, his hands grabbed out to touch your face, cupping your cheeks like you weren’t really standing before him, you felt the same, looked the same, talked the same…Maybe you were the same, maybe you weren’t any different from before. “I told you, I’m still your girl, now let me in, Remmick…”
𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Remmick x Chubby/Plus-size!Fem!Reader - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta)
𝓐.𝓝.: This Fic was inspired by this Request! Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! 🖤❤️
𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You're out with Remmick, trying to enjoy your night together, when a random guy approaches you. After declining his advances he throws insults, which usually don't bother you but tonight the words hit harder than you anticipated. So you find a somewhat quiet place to recenter, where Remmick spots you before leading you somewhere more private.
𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽: @pixopix
Requested by @vamp-fuxker (I hope you enjoy! Also I did change the setting to a Nightclub/Bar, so I hope that's alright.)
MASTERLIST
Reminder
The bar was packed, a mess of bodies, music and laughter. Tonight, with Remmick's hand occasionally brushing your lower back, it felt perfect.
He leaned in until his lips were close to your ear, making sure you would hear him over all the noise. "I'm gonna grab us some drinks."
You smiled, nodded, and watched Remmick vanish into the crowd, leaving you to sway to the music. Unfortunately, the moment was short-lived. Your eyes scanned the room for Remmick, momentarily distracted when a shadow fell over you.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Why's a pretty thing like you all alone?"
You sighed inwardly and turned to face the man, offering a polite but firm smile. "I'm actually with someone, thanks."
The man, whose eyes lingered a little too long, scoffed. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. Lemme guess...he's stuck in the bathroom all night, or he went to get you food. Heard that before."
Your smile faltered, a knot forming in your stomach. "I've declined. Please just...leave me alone."
His face twisted, a cruel glint in his eyes.
"What? You think you're too good for me or something?" His eyes raked over you again, lingering on your belly. "Shit, look at you. No wonder you're by yourself."
The insult hit harder than you'd like to admit. Your chest tightened, fingers curling into fists.
"You'll be alone later anyway with a body like that."
You watched him walk away, towards a group of men who had been watching the entire exchange.
The man who spoke to you handed over a $20 as he admitted defeat, continuing on about how he assumed most bigger women were supposedly "easy".
You suddenly could feel every movement of your body, every inch of your skin that didn't conform to what society considered an ideal and desirable physique.
The self-consciousness, a lurking demon you usually kept at bay, surged forward, wrapping you in its grip.
You needed to escape, to breathe.
You navigated through the crowd, seeking refuge in a dimmer, less populated corner near the restrooms, your vision blurring at the edges. Your breathing came quick as you tried to stay composed.
You weren't naive, and you knew the world had opinions about women like you. But it still stung, especially tonight, when you had for once felt comfortable in your skin. When Remmick had looked at you like you were the only woman in the room.
"Hey, what's wrong? I've been lookin' for you everywhere."
Remmick's voice was a comforting anchor in the chaos. He appeared, two drinks in hand, brow furrowed with concern. When his eyes met yours, he set the glasses down on a nearby ledge, not caring when one spilled over. He gently touched your cheek, feeling the faint dampness there.
"Darlin', talk to me."
Tears finally spilled, hot and shaming. "Some...jerk," you explained hesitantly. "Insulted me when I rejected him."
His jaw tightened, a flash of pure fury in his eyes that quickly softened when he looked at you. He didn't try to rationalize or dismiss your pain.
"Forget him," he says, "You're perfect the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing 'bout you."
You let out a shaky laugh. "You have to say that. You’re my—"
"Don’t." He interrupted. "Don’t finish that sentence. I don’t have to say shit. I want to. Because it’s true."
Remmick must have seen the doubt in your eyes as he took your hand; his grip was firm and reassuring. "Need a reminder? Come with me."
He led you to the discreet door of the women's restroom, pushing it open and guiding you inside.
The lights hummed, but his eyes stayed glued to you.
He closed and locked the door behind you both, plunging the small space into unexpected intimacy. Remmick stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands as his thumbs traced the damp tracks on your cheeks.
"Look at you," he whispers, his voice thick with a tenderness that bypassed your bruised self-esteem and went straight to your heart. "You're perfect and radiant. That piece of trash, he wouldn't know true beauty if it hit him in the face. Hell, he probably can't even make a woman cum."
You let out a soft laugh.
His eyes, dark and intense, roamed over you, lingering on the curve of your hips and stomach. The swell of your chest. The full and soft lines of your lips.
"Your body," he began as his hands moved lower, gliding over your waist. His touch was a possessive caress. "It's a masterpiece. Every single curve, every soft inch of you, it drives me absolutely wild."
Remmick pulled you closer until your bodies met. His warmth was a contrast to the cold self-doubt you had been drowning in.
"Don't let some irrelevant loser dim that light inside you." His lips brushed against yours. "'Cause when I look at you, all I see is perfection. All I feel is this." His hips pressed into you, a hard and undeniable proof of his arousal. "This ache...for this." He gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly tighter against him, grinding gently.
Your breath caught. His touch and words were an erotic antidote, dissolving the shame with each grind.
"Let me show you," he murmured.
His eyes never left yours, burning with an almost desperate need. He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. A silent promise to worship every curve and inch of the one he loved.
His hands moved, sliding up your sides, over the curve of your waist, the swell of your tits. He palmed them through the fabric of your dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
You gasped, arching into him.
Remmick's hands slid lower, bunching up the hem of your dress until it was around your waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. The cool air hit your pussy, making you shiver.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart. "You want me to show you how much I want you?" His breath was hot against your skin, fingers digging into your flesh.
You knew that look. Knew that tone. It only added to the growing wetness between your thighs.
"You want me to make you forget every fuckin' word that asshole said?" His eyes roamed over you, admiring the view. Starting from the warmth and slickness of your pussy, then your soft, rounded midsection. His eyes took in the stretch marks that covered your skin. He lifted his head to place a gentle and affectionate kiss just below your bellybutton.
"Yes," you breathed.
Before you could blink, his mouth was on you, hot, wet and relentless. The tip of his tongue dragged through your labia from your entrance to your clit, circling once.
You moaned, hands flying to his hair as your fingers gripped tightly. Your hips canted forward, thighs trembling.
He squeezed your ass, pulling you closer, tongue flicking out to tease you. Then, he shifted your position, hooking your legs over his shoulders and effortlessly supporting your weight as you leaned against the wall behind you. His hands traveled over the curve of your ass, cupping it and spreading your cunt with his thumbs.
His tongue slowly pushed inside, groaning at the taste of you. The vibrations made you shiver, your legs instinctively closing around his head while your head fell back. Your breathing came quick and ragged.
Remmick's tongue was magic; it somehow filled you perfectly and hit your G-spot. You could feel the pressure building, making you cry out softly. Your hips rolled on their own, effectively grinding your needy clit against his nose. The pleasure only grew, coiling tighter by the second.
He suddenly withdrew his tongue, flicking it over your clit in teasing strokes. You cried out as he lapped at you, teasing your entrance before pulling back to focus on your clit again.
"R-Remmick!" You whimpered.
He groaned in approval, then pulled away, "doin' so good, darlin'." Then he was sucking your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. The grip on your ass tightened as he dragged you closer, his tongue working you into a frenzy. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of him licking and sucking.
Your back arched, fingers digging into his scalp when your climax hit you. Walls clenching around nothing as you came with a broken cry. Remmick didn't stop, alternating between licking your clit and lapping up every drop of your release. His fingers dug into your skin while he held you open.
When you sagged against the wall, legs shaking, Remmick stood. His lips still glistening with your, arousal before his tongue darted out to lick everything away.
"Turn around," he ordered.
You obeyed without hesitation, pressing your palms against the wall, arching your back to present yourself for him.
His hands roamed over your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before one hand slipped between your thighs, instantly finding your sensitive clit.
"So wet for me," he growled, "always so responsive."
You whimpered as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit, hips jerking while his other hand held your hip to steady you.
"Remmick, p-please," you whined, pushing your ass against him, shivering when you felt the hard ridge of his erection still separated by his pants.
He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "Please, what?" His fingers drifted down to tease your soaked entrance.
"Need you inside," you gasped when he barely pushed the tips of his fingers past your entrance.
Remmick pulled his hand away, followed by the sound of his zipper being undone. Then, his cock was there, hot and heavy against your ass before the head rested against your entrance.
"Fuck," he hissed as he slowly pushed inside, letting you feel every inch of him as his girth stretched you.
You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out, the tip of him notched against your cervix as he kept himself buried deep, filling you completely.
He didn't give you time to adjust; he quickly withdrew until only the tip was inside, then his hips snapped forward. The room filled with the slow rhythmic slap of skin and the faint squelch of your cunt.
"You feel so damn good," he grunted, "so fuckin' tight."
You moaned, muscles clenching around him as the pleasure built all over again. His free hand slid around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he continued to fuck you with deep strokes.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel it.” His words were your undoing.
Your back arched, body tensing as your second orgasm hit you. You milked his cock as you came with a broken cry.
Remmick groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Ah—fuck—” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hip as he buried himself deep and came with a shuddering groan, his cock pulsing rhythmically inside as he filled you with his cum.
He rested his head on your shoulder, both of you panting, then pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he slowly pulled out. His cum dripped down your thighs as he turned you to face him.
Your legs were weak, and your body still trembled from the force of your climaxes. Remmick caught you before you could collapse, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you against his chest.
“You okay?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.
You nodded, your cheek pressing against his shoulder. “Better than okay.”
Remmick chuckled. “Good."
He kissed you again, slow and deep, before he helped you clean up. Then, led you back to the bar to enjoy the rest of your night together.
