contains ; no use of y/n, gender-neutral!reader, southern!reader, reader lives out in the middle of nowhere, remmick being deceptively pathetic, remmick has no morals and i was hoping we knew this
author's note ; listened to seether and a whole designated remmick playlist writing this👅
wc ; 896
☠︎ “Oh, thank goodness,” The man, pale but sunburnt at the same time, gasped. He was out of breath, who wouldn’t be though? You lived out in the middle of nowhere, just cornfields for miles and the long dirt road. “Is something wrong? You look–look awfully rough, sir.” You stumbled over your words, not trying to sound rude, your mama didn’t raise you to be rude of course.
☠︎ “I just need help, I’ve been wanderin’ around for days, I got all my things stolen, I just need to be rode out to the nearest town, I have no idea where I am or how far a town is from here.” He said convincingly, he was a great actor, anyone who crossed his path would’ve wanted to help him, most people in the south were just like that. “Sir, I would truly love to help but I don’t have a car, my daddy took it.”
☠︎ His face didn’t change, didn’t fall, didn’t even falter. “O-Oh, well, that’s fine, if you could just let me, I could use a telephone if you have it.” You just tilted your head, no doubt feeling sympathetic, most didn’t come around, especially not in the shape he was in. “I-I suppose I could let you in, um, I just um, what’s your name?” You asked, your eyebrow raised in question, staring at him with those big, innocent eyes.
☠︎ “It’s Remmick,” He said, offering a weak smile, earning a small nod from you. “Okay, um, well, c-come on in, Remmick, I won’t be on the telephone for more than a minute or two.” You returned the smile, moving out of the doorway to let him through, a strange, sudden feeling of dread washing over you as he passed the threshold of the doorway.
☠︎ He didn’t follow you, not closely, he looked through the open doors, seeing if there was anybody else in the house. “You alone in this house?” He asked, gritty, hoarse, almost as if he was holding back himself. “Yes, sir.” You hesitated when you answered, freezing in your tracks for a quick moment, “A girl like you, all alone in this big house? Dangerous, someone could get their hands on you, hurt you real bad.” He shuddered, earning a small, worried glance from you. “I can hold my own, sir.” You offered a small smile, trying to ease the tension. He didn’t return it.
☠︎ “The telephone is in the kitchen, you can wait in the sittin’ room if you want.” If your mama was home, she would’ve said you were being rude not inviting him to sit in the kitchen with you. But she wasn’t home, and something told you this man was a predator. “I can stand in the kitchen with you,” “No, really, I insist on waitin’ in the sittin’ room.” His face fell almost imperceptibly when you got slightly firm, like he wasn’t used to being put in his place. “Alright.” His smile was false, filled with spite.
☠︎ You quickly dialed the phone, not even bothering to put in a real number, something about this man wasn’t right and you needed to get him out. After two minutes, you came back out, entering the living room, lip bitten, meek almost. “Nobody picked up the telephone, I’m sorry sir, I can give you directions…” You offered a small, uncomfortable smile, not making eye contact. “Why would I leave?” He asked, like he knew something you didn’t, but that knot in your gut tightened. “Because I’m sure you’d get some better help from someone else.” Your voice cracked mid-sentence, revealing the fear you were trying to hide.
☠︎ He smiled, like he got a bunny trapped in a cage. “Oh, don’t be scared, I ain’t gonna hurt you… Not terribly.” You stepped back, an uneasy look on your face, eyes wide and wet with tears that were better left unshed, you really didn’t need more leverage against yourself. “Don’t run, that’ll get you nowhere,” His voice was condescending, domineering. “If you just stay there, it won’t hurt none.” “What…” Your voice shook, eyes finally lifting up, meeting his. “...What are you..?” The question was miniscule, small in the grand scheme of things. It wouldn’t stop him, hell, it wouldn’t even buy you time. “I ain’t nothin’ to be ‘fraid of, I'm just a hungry, hungry man, and you look like the perfect meal for me.”
☠︎ His mouth was on you before you could even blink, and you tried to fight, you really did, but he had already sunk his teeth in, your tears escaping your eyes in big, watery drops and a low, heaving sob protruding from your throat. He went for the most available place, your neck. He wasn’t gentle, why would he be? You were another meal to him, another brick in the wall.
☠︎ When he stopped, you were still sobbing, collapsed on the ground, gripping your bleeding neck, gasping for air like he had personally ripped out your windpipe. It felt like it at least. “Oh, don’t look so sad, I can’t stand the big puppy dog eyes, makes you look pathetic.” He said coldly, staring down at your useless attempts to stop the bleeding, he didn’t look disgusted, no, he looked like he was trying to restrain himself from doing something else, something less violent and impersonal.
human!remmick x fem!vampire!reader caveat (2020) au
word count: 2,077
based on this ask! hope you enjoy my first time writing noncon on the character :-p
synopsis: remmick gets a caretaking job at a remote house. he ends up in a crazy vampire’s basement. fun, right?
WARNINGS‼️: graphic reverse noncon, femdom, piv, pegging, oral on m & f, handjob, anal fingering (m receiving), face-sitting (f on top), rimming (f & m), body worship (m receiving), virginity loss (m), painful sex, sadism, sloppy kissing, dacryphilia, size kink, cervix contact, snot, blood drinking, biting, slight mommy kink, bondage
tags: @angel1207 , @z0mb13xxxx
race/appearance neutral reader!
banner credit: @scrprints
song:
remmick knocks on your door, a bit nervous. this is his first caretaking job. he’s surprised when he sees you standing in the doorway. you’re beautiful.
"remmick?" you ask. he nods. "h-hope i’m in the right place, ma’m", he says. you nod, smiling. "so.. i’m takin’ care of yer sister, or..?" he asks. you chuckle. "no, silly, it’s me", you say. remmick blushes. "sorry! i didn’t- i didn’t mean to be rude, ya jus’ don’t look-" he stutters. "it’s fine, come in!" you say.
remmick steps in the house. it’s old, the floorboards creak under his shoes as he walks deeper in the house.
"so.. what can i do f’ ya?" he asks. "you could bathe me", you say, grinning. remmick’s face gets a deep flush to it. "i- i", he stutters. "i’m joking!" you chuckle.
"come on", you say, taking remmick’s hand. remmick hesitates for a while before following you. you lead him to a door that seems to lead to a basement. "what are we doin’ here-", remmick starts, but you knock him out.
remmick wakes up with a throbbing headache. he looks around the room, finding himself in a basement. you in the middle of it. naked.
"w-what?" remmick stutters, panicking. he tries to move, but soon realizes that he’s tied up to a chair. the rope feels tight against his bare.. bare skin. he’s naked as well.
"is this a joke?" he asks, tears starting to form in his eyes.
you shake your head, walking up to him. "i was hoping for someone as handsome as you to find me when i put out that ad.." you say.
without hesitation you sit on his lap, spreading your already wet cunt.
remmick looks away, hot tears falling down his cheeks. "aww, don’t cry, handsome", you say, leaning in, licking away his tears. you taste salt.
"let me go! this isn’t right!" remmick cries. "aww, but look at you, you’re hard already", you coo, looking at his dick.
you’re right, he is hard. the tip is red and oozing pre-cum, aching for you to touch it. only thing is that he doesn’t want it.
"c’mon big boy, give mommy a kiss", you coo, leaning in, puckering your red lips.
remmick turns his head, shutting his mouth as hard as he can. you roll your eyes, grabbing his cock, squeezing hard. remmick lets out a cry. that’s when you kiss him, shoving your tongue inside his mouth.
"mhhp!" remmick whimpers, trying to push you away. but you’re way too strong. you keep licking into him, twirling your tongue against his stiff one. remmick refuses to respond to your kiss. you don’t care.
you suck on his lower lip, your wet cunt grinding against his cock. you’re not gonna fuck him, not yet.
mwah
you pull away with a loud smack, a thin line of drool connecting your mouth to his.
remmick’s fully crying now. "aww, big boy, don’t cry, mommy’s gonna take care of you", you purr, kissing away his tears.
"p-please, let me go", remmick whines. you chuckle. "no way, you’re mine now", you say.
you start kissing on his neck, sucking hickeys on his soft, pale skin. he’s trembling from fear and disgust. you descend to his muscular chest, suckling on his nipples that harden instantly under your tongue.
then you move to his belly, kissing and licking on his abs. "quite the body you got, big boy", you coo, licking his bellybutton.
you harshly grab his cock, squeezing the shaft. remmick lets out a cry as you start pumping his cock while kissing and licking on his toned body.
his cock is long and thick, you have a hard time wrapping your hand around it. you can’t wait to get that inside you, must feel incredible.
you’re placing sloppy kisses on his thighs while roughly moving your hand up and down on his cock. remmick’s sobbing, loud and desperate. "cry all you want, honey, not gonna stop me", you say.
his cock is oozing pre-cum. wanting to taste it, you quickly wrap your lips around his tip, swallowing the salty liquid. remmick lets out an involuntarily moan as you start sucking on him, teasing the tip first and then taking his cock all the way inside your throat.
you gag at the size of him, but keep going, eagerly moving your mouth on his dick.
you tease his soft, pink hole by rubbing your finger on it. "n-not there, please", remmick cries. you ignore him as you shove your index finger inside his ass.
remmick bawls as you start pumping your finger in and out of his hole, feeling it clench.
you squeeze his balls, getting more whimpers out of him. you love his voice, the way his whole body trembles under your touch.
you suck faster, lips wrapped tightly around his cock. remmick lets out a loud whimper as he comes, endless amounts of warm, salty cum flooding your mouth. you eagerly swallow everything.
you keep twirling your finger around his warm hole for a while to loosen him up. then you withdraw your finger, licking it.
remmick sniffs, looking at you with a disgusted frown. you chuckle and lean in on his pink hole, licking through it once, twice. then you shove your tongue inside.
he tastes like sweat and warm skin as you twirl your tongue around his soft walls. remmick keeps crying, not wanting any part in this.
"just stop, please", he sobs. you shake your head, continuing licking into him. you’re drooling all over his ass, filthy, wet sounds leaving your lips.
after a few minutes you withdraw your tongue. remmick’s a tear-filled mess. he has a headache from all the crying, he just wants to go home.
"kiss", you coo, leaning in. remmick turns his head again. "you’re being so disobedient”, you chuckle, grabbing his face, making him look at you.
then you force your lips on his. remmick whimpers, tasting himself on your tongue.
as you’re kissing him you start lining up, lifting yourself slightly so that you’re on top of his cock. "no!" remmick cries against your lips.
he’s hard as hell again, even if he just came. you push his tip inside, struggling a bit. "you’re so big", you say, in awe. remmick moans as you manage to get his cock all the way inside you, balls against your ass.
you give him a passionate kiss, despite his resistance. then you start moving, up and down on his cock.
remmick whimpers as his cock reaches your cervix. you let out a moan, rubbing it there. "yeah, fuck yeah", you mewl.
you start riding him with a force so strong remmick can’t get a word out anymore. he just cries and moans, trying to babble something in between thrusts. "s-stop", he manages to blurt out.
you, of course don’t stop, but keep riding him until he’s a drooling mess. snot falls from his nose from crying that much and you lean in, licking it off. remmick flinches from disgust as your tongue laps up his snot, dragging under his nose.
"come for me, big boy", you say, picking up your pace.
and he does. moaning, crying, thick ropes of cum pouring inside your cunt. he’s trembling through the aftershock. you kiss his forehead, sitting on his lap again. you can feel his cum pouring out of your cunt.
"you’re gonna clean me up", you say, starting to release remmick from the ropes. as soon as he’s free he takes a swing at you, trying to use his strength. but you avert his punch, grabbing him, easily throwing him on a thin mattress on the floor.
remmick can’t believe you’re that strong, even though you’re smaller than him.
"keep still now, or i’ll use these", you say, revealing your sharp fangs to him.
a vampire? remmick definitely was not expecting a vampire.
so he stays still, resting on the mattress, trembling.
you climb on top of his face. "please, no.." remmick whines. "shut up and clean me up", you hiss.
you crash on his face, leaking cunt smushed against his mouth. "lick", you demand. remmick whimpers and starts licking his own cum off your cunt.
"put it inside", you say. remmick shudders, but obeys. he shoves his tongue inside your cunt, licking every bit of cum from it.
once you’re satisfied you put your clit on his nose, starting to grind on it. remmick’s still crying, disgusted by the situation.
"fuck.. remmick", you moan, rubbing your clit on his nose, chasing your own release.
"suck it", you order, smushing your clit against his mouth. remmick hesitantly closes his lips around your clit, sucking until he’s out of breath.
you put your whole weight on him, not allowing him to breathe. remmick whimpers and keeps sucking, just hoping you’d cum so that it’d be over.
you start grinding on his face again, rubbing your cunt on his mouth. that’s when you come, hard, squirting on his face. "swallow", you order. remmick obeys, gulping down your fluids.
he thinks you’re done, but you just turn around, putting your ass against his face. "lick the other hole as well", you say. remmick shakes his head. "no way!" he whines.
you grab his hair, yanking his face to your asshole. "lick", you repeat. disgusted, remmick puts out his tongue, starting to draw circles on your puckered hole.
you smush your ass hard against his face, not letting him breathe. remmick pushes his tongue inside, twirling it around your walls. you let out a moan, squirting on him again. he’s drenched with your fluids.
"that’s a good boy", you moan, grinding your ass on his face. remmick stops, out of breath. "did i tell you to stop? keep going or i’ll fucking fart on you", you hiss.
remmick immediately returns to licking into your hole, pushing his tongue as deep as he can, hoping you’d be satisfied.
after some minutes you climb off his face, sanding up. "keep still", you say.
you take something from the table. it’s a huge strap-on. remmick freezes. "no, no, no, no", he cries, shaking his head. "ass up", you order.
remmick sobs and turns around, arching his back. he knows he has no choice in this.
you put the strap on and start lining up with his hole. you shove a finger inside again, trying to loosen him up. but he’s really tight.
you withdraw your finger and lick it, rubbing the spit on his hole. then you start pushing inside.
remmick screams in pain as the strap stretches him open, ruining his pretty little virgin hole. "you had a virgin ass, didn’t you?" you tease him. "not anymore", you add with a grin.
remmick bawls loud as the strap enters all the way, opening him up. it hurts way too much.
you start thrusting, hard, rough, not caring for remmick’s wellbeing.
"it hurts! stop!" remmick cries. you just chuckle, continuing ruining his hole.
his cock is hard again, oozing pre-cum on the mattress. he cries as you hit his prostate, the intense pain mixing with pleasure. he hates that you’re making him feel good, he hates losing control like this. usually it’s him on top of the woman, not the other way around.
"i’m gonna keep you, make a pet out of you", you say, slapping his ass. "you’ll be a good boy for mommy", you add. another slap. and another.
his ass is red by the time you stop spanking him. your fingers are squeezing his hips, long nails digging into his flesh, bruising.
you keep fucking him for several minutes, you have endless stamina after all. remmick comes for the third time, ruining the mattress with him cum.
he’s a crying, drooling mess by the time you stop raping him, withdrawing the strap from his gaping hole.
you flip him on his back, crashing on top of him, forcing a sloppy, wet kiss on his lips. he’s too tired to fight anymore.
then you bring your lips to his neck, nibbling gently. biting hard, you pierce his flesh, drawing delicious blood. remmick screams in pain as you start sucking his blood, gulping it down like it’s the best thing in the world. and to you, it is.
you keep going until remmick passes out. you gently lick the blood from the wound, kissing it.
you give him a blanket, kissing his forehead, waiting for him to wake up. "pretty boy", you murmur.
THERE IT IS! MY FIRST TIME WRITING REVERSE NONCON! I HOPE YALL LIKED IT! I HAVE BEEN GETTING REVERSE NONCON REQUESTS FOREVER AAAA FINALLY
Maybe reader is like a vampire hunter or like one of dracula's brides
Let me just point out how much time I spent researching this movie and everything related to Van Helsing. I've been editing this ever since I received your request, and I'm happy to say it turned out exactly as I imagined. I also want to mention that the GIF I used is exactly how I imagined Remmick in this movie—hence the long hair, oh my god. 😭 It just fit the vision perfectly. Scroll down to read!
The dreams started three months ago.
You told no one, of course. Your father, Gabriel Van Helsing, had raised you in the shadow of monsters—training you to hunt them, to fear them, to destroy them.
Dreams of a dark figure with pale hands and a voice like velvet wrapped around steel were not something you could confess.
You never saw his face.
In the dream, you stood in a grand hall of black marble and crimson drapery, and he would appear behind you, close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck, his fingers tracing your shoulder with impossible gentleness.
"Come to me," he would whisper, and you would wake with your heart hammering, your sheets tangled, and an inexplicable ache in your chest that felt almost like longing.
The monastery in Budapest was meant to be a simple scouting mission. Your father had gone ahead to track a group of strigoi in the Carpathian foothills, while you stayed behind to gather supplies and speak with the local priests.
You were in the cathedral's archives, dust motes dancing in the shafts of dying sunlight as you pored over centuries-old ledgers, when the temperature dropped.
You looked up.
He stood in the doorway, backlit by the stained glass windows, and for a moment you thought he was merely a shadow given form—a trick of the light. Then he stepped forward, and the breath left your lungs in a rush.
Tall. Impeccably dressed in black that seemed to drink the remaining light from the room.
His dark hair was brushed back from his pale face, making his sharp features stand out.
But it was his bright blue eyes that caught your attention. They looked old, calm, and like they knew far more than they should.
Those eyes. You knew those eyes.
"Hello, little hunter," he said, and his voice was exactly as it had been in your dreams.
Rich. Smooth. Dangerous.
You reached for your weapons—your crossbow, your holy water, the silver stakes at your belt—but your hands wouldn't obey.
Your mind screamed run, fight, survive, but your body remained frozen, held by some force you couldn't name.
He approached slowly, almost leisurely, his boots making no sound against the stone floor. "Do not be afraid," he murmured, and you realized with distant horror that you were not afraid.
You should be.
Every instinct your father had drilled into you since childhood demanded terror, demanded action.
Instead, you felt only the same terrible, magnetic pull you had felt in your dreams.
"You have been waiting for me," he said. It was not a question.
"I don't—" Your voice came out breathless, barely a whisper. "I don't know you."
His lips curved into a smile that was almost tender.
He stopped mere inches from you, close enough that you could smell him—incense and something darker, something that made your head spin.
He reached out, and his cool fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet those impossible golden eyes.
"Your eyes say otherwise, draga mea," he whispered. "I have called to you for months. Night after night. Did you think I could not feel you reaching back?"
The dreams. He had been calling you. The realization should have terrified you, should have broken whatever spell held you motionless. Instead, you felt tears prick your eyes—not of fear, but of some terrible, twisted recognition.
"Who are you?" you managed.
His thumb traced your lower lip, and a shudder ran through you that had nothing to do with revulsion.
"I have had many names. The Order calls me monster. Your father would call me enemy." He leaned closer, his mouth near your ear, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "But in my homeland, they once called me Domnul—Lord. And you, my beautiful dreamer, may call me Remmick."
Remmick.
The name resonated through you like a struck bell, and you felt the last of your resistance crumble.
This was wrong.
This was wrong.
He was vampire. Ancient. Deadly.
Everything you had been raised to destroy.
And yet when he stepped back and offered his hand, palm up, like a gentleman inviting a lady to dance, you found yourself reaching for him.
"Come," he said softly, his golden eyes burning with something that looked almost like hunger. "Let me show you what waits in the dark. Let me show you why you have dreamed of me."
Your fingers brushed his, and the contact sent electricity racing up your arm.
You knew, with the clarity of a blade's edge, that you were crossing a threshold from which there was no return.
"Please," you whispered, and you didn't know if you were begging him to stop or to continue.
His smile widened, revealing the sharp points of canines that gleamed in the dying light. "There is no need to beg, dragostea mea," he murmured, folding your hand in his. "Not tonight."
As he led you toward the shadows, you realized with distant horror that you were not his prisoner.
You were going willingly.
And worse still—you had never wanted anything more.
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…”
