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☕ѕυммαяу: He shows up at your door one night and somehow you allow him inside. What's a shared drink among new acquaintances?
☕тω: non-con, aphrodisiac, vampire power, persuasion, manipulation, "drug" type use, gay,
☕ραιяιηg: Remmick x Male Reader
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Beta read by the lovely @flixpii
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The heat of night in Mississippi clings and never let’s go. Bugs buzz in the air in droves. Cicadas are the loudest, wings chattering. Frogs join in the chorus adding to all the noise. Humidity swept through every home—seeping through walls, clinging to everything.
Sitting alone, a half-empty galss in front of you. Lamp flickering in the corner. Light casting shadows that danced across the room. Finger swirling the rim you heard a faint knock.
Soft. Missable
Your fingers stilled on the glass. Static filled the air causing the hair on your amrs to stand on end.
Then the outside world went silent.
You blinked. No one came calling. Not for you. Not at this hour.
Rising with unease, you crossed the room. Boots thudding along the wooden floor. Opening the door, hand resting on the edge you looked. There was a man on your porch. Definitely wasn’t a local. That much was clear.
He looked frazzled. Shirt, stained with sweat clinging to his frame, suspenders dangling down at the sides—clothes dirtied and shoes muddied. The man put on his best smile when he realized you were standing there.
“Evenin’,” the man spoke first. Voice not matching the look. An unfamiliar accent. “Hate to be a bother. Seems I’ve lost my way.”
You narrowed your eyes just a bit. You should have shut the door in his face. Tell him to go away. That was well within your right. The lamp light flickered. Showing the man was young, his tone borderline pathetic, and his skin pale.
It didn’t sit right.
“Don’t get many folks walkin’ the delta at night,” you said, suspicion laid bare. “Ya seem lost more then jus’ your way.”
“Lost only bearings,” the man shook his head. “Maybe a bit of luck too.” He smiles faintly working his charm. “Was wandering and I saw the light. Thought to myself… perhaps whoever lived there might help a weary fella out.”
Your fingers tapped the edge of the door. “Hella hard way to get lout out ‘ere. Ain’t no roads. So, how’d ya come across this place?”
The man licked his dry lips. “Followed the light there. Bright enough to see through the dark. To guide a soul.” Same smile sent your way. It seem forced. “Mind…mind if I come in? Just a moment. Just to rest. It’d be a great kindness.”
You shifted with a stare. “Ain’t got room for guest. Nor time for kindness.” You told him hand sliding down the wood to close the door.
The smile deepened trying to stay friendly. “I won’t be no trouble. Just le me stand a moment out of the damp. Rest my bones. I’ll be gone long before midnight.”
Your throat felt dry. Holding the edge you debated. The word NO on the tip of your tongue. “You can wait out here. On the porch. Usin’ the roof for shelter if ya need.” You told him. “That’s as kind as I can be.”
“You’re a cautious man.” The man gave a soft chuckle. “I can respect that.” He took a step closer. Eyes too bright, skin too pale.
A breath caught in your throat. Your gut told you something was wrong. The mans presence pressed down on you like the smoldering heat.
Coaxing. Patient.
His voice dropped. Making it sound kinder. “You’ve got nothing to feat. Listen. You let me in and I’ll be on my way before you even know it. Cross my heart.” He made the motion with his fingers.
Hand still on the door. The world was still quiet, waiting on a bated breath. Squeezing the wood as you made a decision. You took a quick look past him to the trees beyond. Make sure he was the only one.
Nothing moved. No sound, but your own pulse. A decision made, fingers loosening. Silence hung in the air.
“Fine,” you conceded. “Ya can come in. But don’t try nothin’, or I’ll have ya out ‘fore ya know it.”
The invisible tension broke as he stepped inside. Giving you another smile—that never reached his eyes.
“Thank you,” walking further inside, “got a nice place. Quiet. Private.” He crossed in front of your gaze scanning the room. “Name’s Remmick.”
You give a not out of habit. Not offering yours. The heat of the night hadn’t stayed outside. It followed him.
The faint odor of dirt and iron hit your nose when Remmick walked past. His eyes still looking around, before pausing, hand on his chest, posture at ease. Like a load was taken off.
“Didn’t mean to wake you.” He said courteously. “Heat like this makes a man restless.”
After shutting the door, you walked by him, then leaned against the table. “I wasn’t sleepin’.”
With his eyes still wandering, Remmick noticed the glass on the table. Nose picking up the faint traces. “Whiskey?”
“Somethin’ similar.” You answered gruffly.
Remmick smiled.
He didn’t sit until you gestured. A action you regretted the moment you made it.
Moving, slow in a way that gathered attention. Something he wanted.
Once he sat down, he ran a hand over the wood table. “Nice handiwork,” he complimented. “Fine place you got here.”
“Aint’ much, but it’s home.” You muttered cautiously.
That smile found its way back to his face. A hint of forced admiration. You were a tough one. “A man alone keeps his own peace. I envy that.”
You frowned. “Not many folk envy livin’ in bum fuck nowhere.”
“Peace still has a way of slipping in.” Remmick told you, fingers sliding over the wood, soft tone. “You guard yours well. But you got to admit, gets lonesome. Doesn’t it?” Asking as if he knew your answer.
You didn’t look at him. Finding the floor more interesting. Something about his tone worked under your skin. Being lonely wasn’t so bad. But when he mentions it….it gnaws at you.
Clearing your throat you changed the topic.
“Said you was thirsty, right? Let me fetch ya a glass…”
“And deny the opportunity to share your bottle?” Remmick laughed, it was light and boyish. “Doesn’t feel right.”
Your eyebrows raised as Remmick dug in his pocket, producing a small, dented flask. “Tell you what,” he said. “How about we make a trade. My liquor for yours. A toast to chance meetings.”
Tilting your head in hesitation the lamp flickered, casting shadows on his face. “What we toastin’ exactly?”
“To warmth on a hot night.” His eyes shined. “To company found were none was expected.”
The statement was harmless, but the words sunk into your chest. It took a moment to realize he was studying you. Fingers hovering over your class, clear sign of hesitation.
You hummed and went to get the bottle. Pouring a small taste into the glass.
Smile curling at the corners of his mouth, “Mighty kind.” He unscrews the lid of the flask, hand outstretched and offering.
You took it to complete the transaction.
Raising the glass Remmick eyed you over the rim. Waiting. Watching.
“Go on,” he coaxed with a nod. “It isn’t poison.” Tipping his own glass just enough to wet his lips, never fully taking a sip. His calmness felt wrong. Something patient coiling under the surface.
Bringing the flask to your lips you took a sip. The liquid was strong. Sour. It burned your throat. The room swayed for a second.
Setting the glass down, “better.” Remmick said with a false smack of his lips. “Now it feels almost civilized.” Leaning forward, elbows on the table, hands fisted under his chin. “Tell me something. You always wary of strangers? Or ones that come knocking at night?”
You shrugged.
Remmick grinned. “Can’t say that I blame you.” He continued. “Worlds a hungry and dangerous place. Better chance of surviving with a closed door.” Head nodding towards your front door. “Sometimes though… world out there isn’t as dangerous as what’s inside.”
You absentmindedly took another swig from his flask. Using it as a distraction. The way he talked didn’t sit well with you.
His grin widening. “Careful now. That’s good for melting nerves. Before long we’ll be best friends.”
You smirked this time, despite yourself. “Doubtful.”
“We’ll see.” Remmick leaned back away from the table, fingers coming to glide back over the wood. Passing the time.
The night pressed in. Making sweat stick to your skin. Lamp flickering. Shadows creeping long across the floor like fingers. The softness of his voice curled warmly around you.
“What say you. Just one more.” He raised the glass into the air. “Courtesy and courage.” Liquid sloshing around from his enthusiasm.
“Ain’t normally one to go multiple rounds.” You mentioned swirling the flask. Hearing the liquid inside tink against the sides of the tin.
“Why not make an exception. Not every night you get to share pleasant company.” The rim inclined in your direction. He held that calm smile. There was no threat to such a small movement. Yet something felt off. He waited to partake patiently. Waiting on you.
You sighed. What would be the harm. Raising the flask back to your lips—it was getting easier to take it down—you drank. Liquid slides down your throat smoothly. That sour taste from before was now sweet. Heat prickled in your chest. You blinked a few times. Shaking your head, but the heat was still there. Blooming. Threading through your nerves. Tickling your skin.
Remmick’s eyes grew dark.
With a tilt of his head, he could smell it on you. “Careful now.” You heard him say. Almost at a whisper. “Do you feel that? The world’s deciding to take notice of you. To remember you.”
Lowering the flack down your heart fluttered. “Warm…” You half muttered. It was wrong. You swallowed. A weird haze snaked through you. A cloud of smoke over your mind.
“Good. Warm is just the beginning.” Remmick got up. Keeping his movements slow. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. Not fully touching you, but close enough to tingle the skin. He smiled, “you trust me. Don’t you?” He asked softly.
All you could do was swallow again. You wanted to tell him no, absolutely not. Wanted to shove him away. With your pulse thumping, your lips parted, the heat and haze sifted faster.
His voice lowered coming out smooth like honey. “Relax. Let it ease. Don’t fight what you are feeling.”
Your pulse hammered against your ribs. Blood moving through you felt molten. Warming your skin, warming your insides. A new sensation creeped in. An unwelcome need. Exhaling a shaky breath, fear and danger twisted into something hotter, pooling in your stomach.
That heat began to intensify. Spreading further, invading your veins, taking over your nerves. It stirred your cock between your legs. Hardening on its own accord.
This wasn’t right.
Arousal and alarm mixing, making your skin itch and your breathing heavier.
Remmick moved closer. Hand on your cheek. The sudden contact made you jolt. Instinctively you clenched your fist. The room closed in, tension building. Everything became warmer. It was impossible to think.
This warmth. You thought. It had to have come from that damned drink.
The same warmth that now spread everywhere. Leaving your thoughts heavy and slow. Eyes wandering desperately.
“Feeling it aren’t you?” you heard him ask. “Little spark in you… don’t worry it’s just getting started.”
Another dry swallow. “Do-Don’ know what ya mean.”
Remmick chuckled, cold eyes staring. “Ah, but you do though. You feel it. That stir of heat. That warmth.”
Your composure fraying, pulse jumping. You blinked as the room tilted. Tilting towards him.
The pull of his voice curled around you. “Come on, don’t fight it. Just notice it. Let it move where it will.” He noticed how tense you were. The way your body twitched. Haze thickening—rolling in like storm clouds. Warmth becoming a steady constant, dulling your inhibitions.
His words slithered in, “easier when you let yourself be guided. I only ask for a moment of your trust. A moment…nothing more.”
A bead of sweat rolled down your face. Your breathing seemed too loud.
“Good.” Remmick purred. “Feel it. All of it. The warmth. The want creeping in.”
Your mind faltered, eyes darting in panic. To the table, the floor, anything.
Remmick’s presence was luring. Pressing closer, words going directly into your ears, straight to your brain. “Soon you won’t need to think. Only feel.”
Your jaw clenched tightly as you felt a surge of heat. Cock throbbing, straining at the seam. Chest rising and falling quickly. Breaths hot and hard.
As he watched you, his eyes drifted, taking notice. Grinning before he looked back at your face. “Ah. There now.” Purring as your eyes dulled, voice caressing you.
An attempt to stop the building ache you rubbed your thighs together. More sweat appeared. Clinging to your skin and falling down your face. Your shirt sticking—revealing the planes of your chest. The curve of your hip line. Every time you take a breath now, you drank in his scent. Earthy and sweet. It made your mouth water. A small sliver of drool trickling down your chin.
This heat bred lust. Need. Want.
You felt the brush of his elbow against your arm when he leaned in. Table creaking. “Tell me. What does it feel like? Heat spreading. Your skin on fire. Breathing becoming a little hard.” A wicked grin appeared on his face. Using his fingers he brushed the back of your hand. Feather-light touch. A test. It sparked—a bolt of electricity racing through you straight to your cock.
“I…hngh…I…” Words stumbled to come out. Forming thoughts becoming a hard endeavor. Hand twitched to his touch, leaning towards the contact. Body longing for more.
“Too much?” A soft laugh, another touch to your hand. Thumb tracing your knuckles. “Not enough? Or just, right? Does it make you want my touch?” He took your hand, flipping it palm-side up. He brought it up to his mouth, breath hitting the overly sensitive skin. It made your pulse jump frantically.
A low groan echoed from your throat. You clenched your fist, gripping the table like a lifeline. There was an urge to grab him, pull him close. Whatever he had done to you didn’t help. Your cock pulsated, urgently to be set free. To be touched.
His voice was now a distant mumble. Weaving through you. Before you even registered it your shirt had been unbuttoned and his mouth graced your skin. Down your chest, little nips at the flesh. Teasing. His free hand gripping your hard outline, stroking until you were arching against his hand.
His lips softly kissed your collarbone, tongue dragging a long taste of your skin. Licking at the salt and sweat. Your hips jerked. A new feeling began to move through you.
Desire. Desire to give him control. To have him against you. To pry you open.
Lips brushed your throat, “yes.” The vibrations from his breath gave you shivers. “Let it pull you under. Imagine me filling that ache while I whisper how perfect you are.” He gave a squeeze to your cock. His other hand coming to rest on your thigh, rubbing upwards.
You moaned softly. Breathing in shallow pants. Your eyes glazed over watched his hands. Watched your thighs quiver and part. Your hips jerk. Want and desire drowning you.
“Please…” the word came out so low he almost didn’t hear it. Begging for more. Pleading for something your thoughts couldn’t form. It was some sort of weird confession.
Remmick leaned back, you body humming. “You’re doing so well. Almost…”
The heat of the room narrowed onto him. Heat pulsing like the ocean waves hitting the shore. Thoughts became only primal desire. Making you soft and pliable.
Remmick’s glance tugged at you. “There you see.” He licked up your neck. “Much easier. Things are better now.”
You went to speak, but the word disappeared as quickly as it arose. Your body was alive. Buzzing. Sensitive to the slightest touch.
“Just follow.” Remmick purred at you. “Let yourself feel. No need for anything else.”
His praise added fuel to your already on fire body. Another spill of drool escaped off your lips, dripping. It had him laughing. Squeezing the muscle of your thigh, you gasped, which made your cock jump. Leaking inside your pants. He took his sweet time. The hand at your thigh moved along the inseam. Keeping a close eye on your face. “Open up for me. Let me in.”
You groaned at the seductive nature of his tone, thighs spreading, table creaking as you leaned against it. His palm pressed firm over your outline. Hand moving from your thigh to your jaw, tilting your head, which lulled back. The smooth skin of your neck exposed to him.
He licked a trail along the whole thing. Which drew a loud moan from your chest. Your hips bucked, demanding friction. Next came his teeth. Biting as he chuckled against your skin.
“My, my, so responsive.” Palming your cock, feeling the hard throbbing mess. Your hips arched seeking the pressure. Demanding more.
Keeping the continuous slow pressure, Remmick undid your belt. The faint metal clicks never reaching your ears. There was a loss when he took his hands away. Even if it was for a second. With your zipper tugged down he freed your needy cock. It curved upward, slick with pre-cum. His cool hand wrapped around the base, sliding up to the tip. Thumb circling the head, smearing the slick.
You went to cry, but his mouth was on yours in an instant. Tongue diving into your open mouth. Plunging seeking a taste.
When he pulled back, he stripped you further. Pulling your shirt completely off. It fell to the table. Then his hands roamed freely.
A whine escaped when his hand left your aching cock.
He massaged your chest. Body arching into it. Next, he yanked your pants down. With barely any need to control you, he turned you, making you face towards the table. Bending you over, chest flat against the wood, ass exposed.
“Perfect,” he growled, kicking your legs apart.
A delighted moan came when his hand retuned to your aching cock. Stroking in long pulls. The other finding its way between your ass cheeks, toying with your entrance.
You whimpered. Ass pushing back into his hand.
Remmick licked a couple fingers, slicking them, before pushing them inside. He curled the digits immediately and your hole tightened. A few thrusts of his fingers then he scissored them. Pulling another whimper out of you. Between his thrusting fingers and his tugging stroke made your mind hazier. Filled with unwarranted ecstasy. Rocking to his sly rhythm.
You gasped.
His touch acted like chains—shackled around your body. His power. The secret mixed in the liquid you drank added to this moment.
Remmick withdrew his fingers satisfied you were prepped enough. You were slumped on the table, empty and aching. You hear the faint rustle of clothing. Then a hard press at your entrance. Nails dug in at your hips as he thrust forward. Burying himself to the hilt in one motion. Pain and bliss mixed as the large shaft stretched you.
There was no build up. He set a brutal pace. Pulling out to the tip before slamming all the way back in. Balls slapping your ass. One hand was at your back, bracing, pinning you. The other squeezing and jerking your cock. Overloading your senses. Pumping his hips he leaned over you, teeth grazing the place between your shoulder blades.
He fucked you hard. Ensuring each thrust was met with needy clenches.
It didn’t take long. Your orgasm coiled quickly and snapped. His hand clamped down, tugging hard, stroking fast. Cum shout out in hot sticky ropes covering his fingers. Your hold clenched and spasmed, vice gripping his length.
He wasn’t far behind you with how tightly you were squeezing him. One thrust and he was buried deep, flooding his cum into your ass. Hips still grinding as he stayed buried. Breath hot on your neck. He murmured praises as he gently pets your sides.
Your body sank into the table. A pool of drool collecting under your open mouth. Mind adrift in a sea of pleasure. Spent and boneless.
There was a long moment before he withdrew. Leaving you lethargic, slung over the wood. Legs quaking, cum oozing from your entrance.
Soothing pets along your back, gentle soft. “There,” his voice quiet. “You did well. You let me and the night take you like I hoped.”
You swallowed without hearing a word. Deep breaths and more drool slowly dripping out adding to the small puddle under your chin. The world was a blur. Just like the night.
Hoisting your pants back up, tucking you back in. Remmick looped an arm under your chest pulling you into an upright position.
You whined at the movement.
His hands around you, Remmick guided you to sit in a nearby chair.
Cupping your jaw, looking into your glassy distant eyes. “Rest.” He mumbled gently. “Let it all settle. I’ll be here. Until the world starts again.”
And just like that the world and the noises returned. Yet the house was still quiet.
Finally, your pulse slowly calmed down. Breathing at a mellow pace. A faint heat lingered in your body. The night had changed you. You weren’t the same person who opened that door.
And Remmick—he still was there. He and the night had taken more than just your company. It had taken a piece of your will.
