finally, fullbody of remmick in his Knight au!! i imagined him with a darker armor, red and gold accents and a blood red cape.
his sword is jagged so it slices in faster but if he pulls back it tears open the whole wound and he loooves the sound of that.
also i LOVE what yall are coming up with for him and tagging me in stuff!!
Remmick is always putting on a front, so for me Jack's normal face is the mask and the makeup, the prosthetics, it's not adding something to his face, it's taking away. So it was all about peeling back the layers of what Remmick is. - Mike Fontaine
Summary: On a lonely, moonlit road, you walk toward town—aching, afraid, and utterly alone. But the night has other plans. From the shadows, Remmick appears, his voice honey-smooth and eyes glowing with something not quite human. He seems kind, even charming, until his gaze lingers too long on you, and his smile stretches a bit too wide. What begins as a quiet walk becomes a haunting transformation. With whispered promises and otherworldly hunger, Remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, not to harm, but to rebirth. Then... you take him under that pale, pale moon.
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Notes:
🌙 chomh teann = so tight
🌙 Aon duine = nothing
🌙 foc = fuck
!SMUT CONTENT!
You should’ve known better than to trust a word of a man—no matter his sweet talking or his kind goddamn eyes when he offered you a ride home. You were so fucking naive, thinking he had no other intentions besides helping you get back to your folks who, by now, must be worried sick. You try not to think too much about that, focusing instead on the faint lights at the end of the road that lead into town. The moon, thankfully, was bright and full in the sky, judging by its size, giving you an additional source of light as you walked alone by the side of the road.
You looked down at your wrists and saw that the man’s fingers were bruised on your skin, reminding you of how you had kicked him in the crotch and opened the door of his car to sprint away from him. Thank God nothing more happened… and thank God he didn’t come chasing after you. You weren’t sure how far away you could’ve run until he eventually caught up to you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you adjusted your shawl.
You had been walking for a good twenty minutes now, and judging by how close the town was, you still had a good thirty minutes to go.
“You stupid idiot,” you murmured to yourself.
Then, amid your anger and frustration, you heard rattling, like a wild animal moving through the woods, from your right. You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly looking at the forest beside you and, obviously, seeing nothing but trees and the wind passing through them.
“Now, now, don’t be imagining things. Just get your ass back home and forget this ever happened,” you told yourself out loud, somehow needing to hear a voice amid the silence.
You continued walking, holding your shawl tighter around your body as the night grew a bit colder for the time of the year. Your thoughts wandered back to your parents and how worried they must be. They were quite old now, giving away their age in you, who was not as young as you had been. But those days of adolescence were gone, giving way to the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Time could be such a bitch sometimes.
You were supposed to be married by now. That was the proper way of things, as folks often said around town… But you still hadn’t found a single man worth your time, and you, for sure, didn’t wanna marry just for the sake of it. So, alone in your youth, which often left a sting of pain in your chest, you continued with your walk.
More time passed, a couple of minutes at most, until you heard another noise that made the hairs on your body stand up. Something was definitely out there in those woods… and you hoped it would remain there.
You were now a bit scared, fingers shaking around your shawl, as your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes your mother had made for you. Perhaps it was your exhaustion talking, too. You didn’t know at this point.
“Get a hold of yourself… Come on now,” you whispered, fastening your pace.
You tried to control your breathing until you figured out you couldn’t. So, instead of drowning in that sweet old fear, you did the one thing you knew calmed your nerves.
You sang.
Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come
Lawd away until the sun does rise
Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't
Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Huh
Mm-hm, mm-hm
You finished your humming softly, letting a breeze of wind brush through your face almost like a human hand caressing your skin. You have always hated nighttime, especially when you had barely any light around you and were all alone.
God knows what demons or creatures wandered those woods…
The rest of the song found you then, easing your nerves like a cup of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey.
This time, you sang a little louder, feeling bolder in the silence, and giving a proper performance to the night creatures.
I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong
Gonna move my body through the whole night long
Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna
Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said
Woo
That's what I said
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Oh, oh, oh
A slight smile spread on your face as you walked in rhythm with the song, moving your body sideways and creating a dance with each step. Suddenly, the night felt less cold, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look. No bother, there wasn’t anybody for miles to witness this. You were free to sing and dance as you pleased, not scared of being quieted by anybody.
I wanna sing
Like I hear the crickets do
I wanna hoo, yeah
Like the owls do
I wanna howl
To the moon
Scream
You raised your voice at the last note, letting it linger for far too long. It felt sweet on your tongue, so you savored it as you looked up at the moon and smiled. It was pretty, you noticed, and you would have marvelled at it for longer if you didn’t hear footsteps… behind you.
The first thing you did was stop your walk, freezing in place until you were sure that those were, in fact, human footsteps. And they were, there was no mistaking the sound of shoes by an animal’s paws.
You swallowed dryly, dread filling your chest as you remembered so well what had almost happened to you that night. You had to run. If you did, you could maybe make it into town or just come close to any people.
You had to try, goddamnit, you had to.
Instead, the person behind you spoke, a few steps away from your back, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.
“Hey there. Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said with a voice so sweet that it made your ears resonate with the sound. “I thought I heard some singin’ down the road… You wouldn’t happen to be that sweet voice I heard, would you, darlin’?”
You didn’t turn around, fear filling your chest and holding you hostage.
“You must have me mistaken, sir,” you replied, making your voice friendly just in case this man had a temper.
“Is that so?” he said, and you heard him walk around you. He appeared in front of you, and you raised your eyes to meet his for the first time. When you did, you almost swore for a second that they were red… But no, they were blue.
“Yes, sir,” you confirmed, tightening your shawl around your body. He tilted his head slightly, and you saw his teeth appear underneath his lips as he smiled. “I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, sir.”
“Trouble, darlin’?” he asked, confused. “Who said I wanted any trouble? I was making my way to town too, ya know? I just heard your beautiful voice and decided to see who was singin’, nothing more.”
His accent was like all the other folks you knew, but in some words, it seemed to slip into something else. You didn’t recognise it, but you were sure he wasn’t from around here. No matter how much he tried to seem like he was.
“That’s very kind of you, sir, but if you don’t mind…” You went to walk, but he didn’t step aside. Your heart picked up its pace.
“What happened to your wrists?” he asked, eyeing your bruises.
You immediately hid your wrists under your shawl and straightened your back, trying to act casual.
“Nothin’. Just fell.”
“Is that so?” he said, obviously skeptical. “Alright, if you say so, darlin’...” He grinned at you before adding, “What’s your name? I’m Remmick.”
You hesitated but then told him your name.
“That’s a beautiful name. Pleasure to meet you.” He raised his hand, clearly wanting to either shake or kiss your hand.
You thought about rejecting his request, but the way he looked at you and spoke was too inviting to refuse. He had such a way about himself… And you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because he was handsome.
So, you gave him your hand, and he held it before lowering his lips to your skin. You thought he was gonna kiss it, but instead he pressed your skin to his mouth, and you felt him sniff the area. You frowned, pulling your hand away, but he held it and finally kissed it, releasing his hold after.
“You are too kind, sir, but my folks must be worried sick by now, and I must really get goin’.”
Remmick smiled and nodded slowly.
“I’ll walk with you then.”
“Sir, that’s really not necessary.”
“Oh, but I insist. The nights can be so lonely, can’t they?” he said, and there was a hint of a joke under his voice. “We wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to you, would we, darlin’?”
“I…” You thought of arguing further, but ended up giving up. “Very well.”
You two resumed your walk in silence, and you didn’t sing anymore. It didn’t feel right any longer, especially with Remmick walking beside you and looking, from time to time, at you. You tried to tell yourself he meant no harm, but you couldn’t really shake off the feeling that something about him just wasn’t quite right.
However, you continued walking until the pain in your right foot turned too intense and you felt blood stain your ankle and shoe. Right about then, you stopped walking.
“What’s the matter, darlin?” Remmick asked, looking at your feet. You heard him sniff the air, and then his breath caught in his throat. “You are bleedin’.”
“It’s nothin’, sir,” you said. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”
“Let me see the blood,” Remmick said, guiding you towards a broken tree on the side of the road. You followed him and finally sat on the trunk. He kneeled in front of you, eyes fixed on your bloody ankle. “You poor thing. That looks like it must hurt.”
“It’s fine, really-” But he was already taking off your shoe, making you wince.
Blood was dripping down your ankle, and you bit your bottom lip at the pain.
“It smells so sweet,” Remmick whispered in awe as he lifted your leg. You felt your cheeks heat up as your skirt got pushed further up.
“Sir, if you please-”
“I knew you were different, ya know?” Remmick said, cutting you off as he moved closer to your blood. You tried to release your leg, but his grip was too strong. “I could smell you from miles away, darlin’.”
“Let me go,” you said, panic clear in your voice.
“Ssshhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. He looked up at you then, and you gasped as droll fell from his lips, and his teeth were sharper than before. “It will all be better soon.”
“What are you?” you asked between shaky breaths. You looked into his red eyes and saw something unnatural in them. Whatever this man was, it couldn’t be human.
Remmick grinned. “I’m your savior, darlin’.”
That was all he said before he jumped at a supernatural speed on top of you, making you fall back to the grass. You screamed in horror as his teeth sank into your neck and pierced the skin. The pain was so unbearable that you screamed until your throat ached and your lungs gave out.
Then, your eyes fell shut and you floated into darkness… You were sure you were dying, and you felt yourself drifting away to meet your ancestors. You could almost see them on the horizon, looking at you with inviting hands and warmth.
But it was as if there was a wall in your path. One you couldn’t cross. You yelled their names, but it was in vain as they slowly disappeared into dust.
Then, you were reborn.
Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed blessed air. You gasped and coughed, putting your hand to your neck and feeling dried blood there. You were supposed to be dead…
“All better now, isn’t it?” Remmick said. You licked your dry lips, feeling them colder than usual, before looking at Remmick, who was kneeling next to you. His mouth was dripping with your blood. “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”
His red eyes left you in a trance, making you giggle and reach for his hands. He held you to a sitting position, and you stretched your arms and cracked your neck. A smile stayed on your mouth.
You felt euphoric, like life didn’t mean anything before. You could feel the coldness of the night and how comforting it was. Every sound was sharper in your ears, and your reflexes seemed to be better, too. You felt unstoppable and… you remembered. Your life and his.
You knew who he was now. You felt his pain deep in your chest, like a crushing weight.
“Remmick…” you whispered, putting your hand to your chest. “I feel so different. So goddamn good.”
“Yeah? Can you feel how sweet it is?” he asked, putting one hand over yours. “It’s all better now, isn’t it? Nobody can hurt us now.”
“Nobody,” you repeated. “Aon duine.”
Remmick’s grin deepened at your words, and you laughed loudly, pushing yourself towards him.
“Kiss me now,” you begged, wanting to feel him closer. “I wanna feel you. I need you, Remmick.”
“I know… It’s alright. Come here,” he whispered.
Your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you groaned as you tasted your blood. Remmick wasn’t lying; it was truly sweet, like a nectar.
Your tongues danced with each other until you pulled back with the need for fresh air. Your chest heaved, and fire seemed to be inside your veins as the heat of arousal filled your body like a poison. But it was far from venomous… it was addictive and nonlethal. A combination not made possible until now.
“I know how you liked to be licked, darlin’,” Remmick whispered against your lips. “And I know what makes you drip.”
You couldn’t say anything to his filthy words, so instead, you put your elbows behind you and spread your legs. His eyes were shining in the dark, and you saw them look between your thighs as you pulled your skirts up and revealed your dripping arousal. You weren’t wearing anything down there, only your dress and shawl, which was now long forgotten somewhere in the grass.
Remmick licked his bottom lip slowly, chuckling and crawling towards your spread thighs. You smirked at him as he moved and finally reached the middle of your legs. The pulse on your crotch was maddening, and you didn't remember ever feeling this aroused for anybody else.
“Look at that… Isn’t that just so perfect?” Remmick said, rubbing his hands from your ankles to your thighs. His skin was calloused but comforting. “Don’t mind if I steal a few kisses, do ya?”
You brought your right hand to your folds, spreading them and coating your digits with your arousal, before bringing the glistening fingers towards his mouth. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and swirled his tongue, tasting you. A deep moan left your mouth, and you saw him grab and squeeze his cock through his pants.
“Come taste me, baby,” you begged.
A string of saliva fell from the corner of his lips as he removed your fingers from his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned on the chest, revealing his chest hair and a necklace, and, as you stared at him, he grabbed your thighs with his two hands and pushed you towards him, making your back and head hit the grass.
You laughed, grabbing his hair as his head went between your legs.
“Oh fuck…” you whispered as he applied kisses around your vulva. He licked and nibbled at the flesh until you were whining for him.
Just when he thought you had enough of his teasing, did he wrap his lips on your clit. When he did, you arched your back and pulled his hair roughly, making his fangs grow a bit. You felt his lust in your mind and laughed again, until he licked your folds up and down, and made you moan instead.
“Remmick… Just like that… Fuck,” you said, breathless.
He groaned against you and moved his tongue on your clit, flickering it and creating a mind shattering rhythm. You looked down at him and saw that he was staring at you as well. Your eyes met and you kept eye contact, loving the way his hair was fisted in your hand and his mouth moved on your cunt.
“That’s it, baby,” you encouraged him as waves of pleasure ran through you. You pulled his hair roughly again, which made him grab your thighs harder.
Remmick continued with that same pace that was just so right until you felt that tight, familiar feeling on your stomach. It was tightening fast, ready to burst, and you dropped your head back on the grass, moaning loudly his name.
“I’m close, baby,” you warned him with a breathless voice. A whine escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit suddenly, making a spike of pleasure run through you.
“I… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say.
Remmick moaned against you, and that was all it took before you arched your back and felt arousal pour from your entrance. Your walls pulsed and your clit throbbed against Remmick’s tongue as sweet pleasure made your mind go blank. You pushed your cunt towards his face, almost riding it as he held you down.
Just when you began feeling a bit overstimulated did he stopped his movements, pulling away from your clit.
“Hm, hm…” he said as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sound so damn pretty when you cum, baby.”
You were breathing heavily as you looked at the night sky. Your skin was glistening and your cunt still trembled with the aftermath of your orgasm.
“I’m gonna need you to fuck me now, baby,” you said between breaths. You looked at him and were pleased to see him unbuckling his pants.
“Since you asked so nicely…” he teased you with a grin. He pulled his cock out and you looked at it. It was glistening with pre-cum and as hard as a rock. “How do you wanna get fucked, darlin’?”
You closed your legs and got to your knees in front of him. Then, as he stroked himself slowly, you turned around and lifted your skirts to your waist, revealing your backside to him. Remmick didn’t say anything but a hand appeared on your ass cheek, grabbing it roughly.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in a thick Irish accent. He had dropped his southern accent shortly after you were bitten.
You bit your bottom lip, dropping to your elbows as you felt him run the head of his cock on your folds. He teased himself and you for a while, running his cock up and down and making you shiver and clench on nothing.
“Give a girl what she needs, would ya? Please, baby,” you said to him with a whiny voice.
Remmick chuckled, one hand on your ass and the other on his shaft.
“But you look so pretty all needy for me, darlin’,” Remmick said.
You bit your bottom lip again, and pushed your ass towards him. Remmick groaned, and you smiled in victory as he lined himself with your entrance.
“Now, now… Let me make it all better,” he said before thrusting inside all at once.
You gasped as he entered you, your head dropping between your shoulders. Remmick let out a deep groan as he stopped fully inside.
“Foc… Chomh teann,” he said, now holding your waist with both hands.
He began fucking you slowly, pulling himself all the way out just to slam inside. You couldn’t do anything but fist the grass and moan his name as he set a good pace. His cock hit all the right places inside you, somehow. It was as if it was meant to fuck you all your life.
“Fuck. You are taking me so goddamn well,” he said with a laugh. You moaned his name again and clenched around him.
He grabbed your ass cheeks roughly until you felt his nails pierce your skin. You were sure he had drawn blood from your flesh, but you couldn’t care less as euphoria pumped inside your veins. Everything just felt so good.
“Harder,” you said to him.
Remmick obeyed, and you arched your back and moaned louder than ever as you felt his balls hit your skin with every thrust. The wet and slapping sounds you were making were like music to your ears, and you felt your fangs grow. You needed some blood after this. And soon.
“Take it… Come on, fucking take it,” Remmick moaned, pulling your hair. You hissed at the pain but laughed, feeling him hold your head slightly up.
You held your torso up with one arm and brought your other hand to your clit, rubbing it roughly and feeling your walls clenching on his shaft. You were getting close again.
“Remmick… Ah… Fuck…” you said, looking to him as he pulled your hair again. His neck and chin were still covered in your blood, and his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. He had never looked more beautiful.
“You gonna cum?” Remmick asked you, bringing your face closer to his. He had more strength than you, so it was as easy as walking for him. “Tell me, baby.”
“Yeah… I’m real close,” you replied, inches from his fangs.
“Then do it. Come on, darlin’, cum around my cock,” he whispered, licking your lips.
You grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his sweaty hair and skin, while the other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He gave you a particularly hard thrust that made your breasts jiggle.
Remmick must have noticed because soon his hands were on your breasts. He ripped open the dress from your chest like it was a tissue, and you gasped as he grabbed your boobs and squeezed them.
“Fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moaned.
It was too much for you with the added stimulation, so your orgasm burst through you at long last.
You opened your mouth and let out high-pitched moans against his lips as your eyes fell shut. Remmick fucked you through it, feeling your walls clench and unclench around his shaft as you came.
“Fuck… Beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained.
He fucked you unevenely until he stilled his hips and hot strings of cum shoot inside you, making you groan. He whispered your name in your ear while he came, making you shiver.
Then, he put his lips to your neck and licked the two holes his fangs had left on your skin. It sting a bit but you didn’t paid it any mind as you stopped your fingers on your clit and started calming down.
“There we go. Feels good, baby?” he asked you.
“Yes… Real fucking good,” you replied, feeling your skin almost burn.
He held you for a bit more until you dropped to your hands, and he removed himself from inside of you. When he did, you felt his cum drip down your ass, making you shiver. Remmick saw it too as he collected it with his fingers.
“Want a taste, baby?” he asked as you turned around and sat on the floor. Your dress was ruined now, ripped open and covered in blood, sweat, and cum.
“Yeah. Let me,” you said, grabbing his wrist and putting his fingers inside your mouth. You tasted his salty cum and moaned, making Remmick smirk.
“You really are different, aren’t you, baby?” he said as you pulled back your mouth.
“You bet,” you replied, licking your lips.
Remmick chuckled and put himself back in his pants, buttoning them up again and fixing his blouse. You tried to clean your dress until you saw it was pointless.
“That’s no problem, darlin’. There are plenty of dresses in town, I reckon. You may take as many as you want,” he said.
You giggled, breathing deeply as you got to your feet. He followed your lead.
“So… What’s next?” you asked him as you looked at the empty road.
“Well…” Remmick grabbed your waist from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. “I think the people in this town need our savin’, don’t ya think? I can feel how miserable they are, even from here. A goddamn shame, really.”
You hummed with a grin, looking at the lights on the horizon.
“I think you right, Remmick. They need our savin’...And I happen to know just the place to visit first.”
Remmick hummed and grabbed your hand as you two walked down the road. You could hear the drumming heartbeats of the folks in the town, leading you closer and closer to them. But they could wait… First, your parents needed some saving.
synopsis : you ask remmick to help move your dresser. he ends up moving something else entirely (you…onto his face)
a/n : y’all tired of me yet? @iceemochaa and i have been cooking up so much stuff 🤭 i thought of a bimbo, city-girl who remmick just can’t get enough of. there’s a longer one-shot coming soon !
mdni 18+ : bimbo!reader, hyperfeminine!reader, oral sex (face-sitting/riding), size kink, cowgirl, premature ejaculation, praise kink, sweet sub!remmick, reader teasing (soft), unprotected sex ( p in v), messy pussy eating, creampie, overstimulation, cock and pussy drunk behavior, cum inside, aftercare, cuddling
he was supposed to help you move your dresser.
that’s all.
just come over with those big, calloused hands and do the heavy lifting you didn’t wanna chip a nail for.
but now?
now remmick’s on his back on your pink floral bedsheets, thick fingers curling uselessly into the ruffles of your comforter as you rock your hips down against his face—messy, wet, and whimpering as you grind your soaked pussy along his tongue.
“oh my god, you’re so good at that,” you giggle breathlessly, mascara already smudged at the corners from how much he’s made you moan. “you’re, like, really good.”
remmick groans beneath you, the sound muffled and soaked as he tries to drink you down like he’s never tasted something sweeter. his cheeks are flushed so red, curls damp against his forehead, and his lashes flutter every time your clit slides over his nose.
you’re not even doing it on purpose anymore—your hips just won’t stop, brain all fizzy and floaty as the pleasure builds again and again. you're babbling, incoherent, one hand tangled in his curls and the other braced against your headboard.
“i knew you’d be good at this,” you hum, cunt dripping onto his tongue. “you’ve got that, like… farm boy hunger or whatever—oohhh fuck, right there—!”
he grunts so loud it vibrates up through your thighs, and then he’s wrapping his arms around your hips like he’s afraid you’ll float away. his nose bumps against your clit again and again, tongue lapping messy and desperate, spit and slick coating his chin, down his neck, sticking to the collar of his shirt like dew on cotton.
his eyes roll back when you tug his hair.
“don’t stop,” you whimper. “you make me feel so good, remmy—gonna make me so dumb if you keep eating me like that.”
you swear he moans when you say it. a full-body sound like he’s high off your pussy. like it’s better than any crop he’s ever pulled from the dirt.
he’s so pussydrunk he doesn’t even notice the little squeaky noises he’s making anymore. doesn’t care how loud and wet it is. just mouths at your slit like he’s starving, tongue fucking into you while his nose bumps your clit perfectly with every bounce of your hips.
he loves this. you can feel it.
his hands grip you tighter, thick fingers denting your hips, and you feel him ruttin’ up against the bed beneath you like he’s the one getting fucked.
and maybe he is.
because when you look down, he’s glassy-eyed and swollen-lipped, slick all over his face, and completely gone for you.
“good boy,” you giggle, cupping his face and giving a roll of your hips that makes both of you whine. “you’re such a good boy, rem. i’ll let you come in your jeans if you keep goin’, okay?”
he moans like it’s a blessing.
and then he does.
you feel it before you see it—his hips twitching up helplessly, his breath catching hard against your cunt, and then the warm, wet patch blooming through the front of his jeans.
your mouth drops open in a little pout. “aww… remmy.”
you lift off his face slowly, your slick coating his chin, lips, nose—he’s glistening, dazed, eyes half-lidded like he just got knocked between the eyes. he’s still breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile barefoot through the fields.
and he looks ruined.
you glance down at the soaked denim and giggle, covering your mouth with one hand.
“oh, baby… you really came in your pants?” your voice is all syrup and teasing, sweet as the pink gloss smeared across your lips. “just from eatin’ me out? that’s so cute.”
he groans—embarrassed, flushed, eyes squeezing shut as his hips buck once more into nothing. his hands are fisting the sheets now, like he’s ashamed. like he doesn’t know where to look.
“hey, hey,” you whisper as you crawl down his body, trailing sticky kisses along his throat. “don’t go shy on me now, pretty boy…”
you palm over the wet front of his jeans, humming softly as you feel the heat still pulsing through the fabric. “you made such a mess,” you coo, “and you didn’t even get to feel me properly yet.”
his breath hitches. his hips twitch again.
you pout. “that’s not fair, is it?”
he shakes his head.
“mm-mm. didn’t think so.” you’re already tugging at the button on his jeans, fingers slow and girly and so sweet about it. “you wanna feel me for really? wanna feel my pussy all warm and tight around that big, pretty cock of yours?”
a strangled moan tears out of his throat.
you giggle again, all fake innocence and fluttery lashes as you finally work his jeans down—slow, sticky, and so wet inside. his cock’s still hard, twitching up against his stomach, flushed red and slicked from his own release. thick and pulsing and already leaking again.
“you’re so big,” you murmur, eyes going wide. “no wonder you couldn’t wait.”
you straddle his hips without warning, grinding your soaked cunt right up against the head of him, letting it slip and smear between your folds. his hands find your thighs again—helpless and trembling.
“gonna let me ride you now, remmy?” you hum, reaching back to line him up properly. “gonna let me make you feel all warm and full like you did for me?”
he nods so fast it’s almost pathetic.
you just smile as you sink down slow. it still punches a gasp out of you.
“oh my god,” you moan, head tipping back as the thick head of him pushes inside. “you’re… you’re huge…”
remmick lets out the loudest noise you’ve ever heard from him—somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hands flying to your hips like he needs to ground himself. he’s trying not to buck up, trying so hard to be good for you, but the moment your cunt squeezes around him—slippery and hot and clenching on instinct—his hips twitch helplessly under you.
“remmick,” you gasp, nails digging into his chest. “you’re stretching me…”
you sit there a moment, just adjusting to the size of him, the fullness. his cock is thick, already twitching inside, still messy from how hard he came earlier, but somehow—somehow—he’s rock hard again. and all for you.
he stares up at you with glassy eyes, face still wet with your slick, chest flushed, lips parted like he wants to speak but can’t even think.
you roll your hips once—just once—and both of you whimper.
“fuck,” you breathe. “i feel you everywhere…”
and then you start to bounce.
it’s clumsy at first—your thighs trembling, the squelch of your pussy obscene as you sink down again and again—but once you find a rhythm, it’s over. your hands land on his chest, tits bouncing with each rise and fall, and your moans get louder, higher, sweeter.
“you feel so good,” you cry, bouncing faster now. “so thick—so deep—fuck, fuck—!”
remmick’s moaning right along with you, voice wrecked and needy, his hands trembling as they guide your hips up and down like he can’t help it anymore. he’s babbling, almost whining—can’t stop saying your name, can’t stop muttering how good you feel, how warm, how tight.
your pretty room echoes with the slap of skin and the creak of the bedframe, the soft jingle of your bracelets, the filthy wet sounds every time you drop down on his cock and clench like your cunt doesn’t wanna let go.
“look at you,” you giggle, cockdrunk and flushed as you ride him faster. “so pussydrunk you can’t even think, huh, rem?”
he moans out your name again, voice wrecked.
you lean forward, your lips brushing his ear. “it’s okay,” you whisper, breathless. “i’m cockdrunk too, baby. you feel so good inside me, i think you broke my brain…”
he nearly whimpers at that, eyes rolling back, hips finally thrusting up to meet your bounces.
“yeah?” you gasp. “gonna fuck me from underneath? gonna give me more? please—please, i need it—”
he grabs your hips tight and slams up into you.
and you scream.
the bounce turns wild. sloppy. wet. your thighs burn, your cunt’s dripping, and your whole body’s trembling as he fucks up into you while you ride him down like a bunny in heat.
you’re both gone.
gone gone.
you can barely hold yourself up anymore. you’re panting, drooling, tears caught in your lashes, and he’s got one hand on your lower back to keep you close, the other sneaking down between you to rub messy circles against your clit.
your whole body seizes up.
and then you come—hard.
you cry out as you clench down tight around him, shaking and whining as your orgasm rushes through you, cock pulsing deep inside as he finally loses it too, thick and hot as he spills inside you with a stuttered groan of your name.
you collapse on top of him, both of you panting, whining, twitching through the aftershocks, soaked and stuck together.
neither of you say anything for a long while.
his chest is still rising and falling hard beneath you when you finally start to come back to yourself. your legs feel like jelly, your arms barely hold your weight, and you can still feel the warmth of him inside you, thick and slowly leaking.
you blink down at him.
remmick looks… wrecked.
his curls are soaked with sweat, lips pink and puffy from earlier, his face flushed deep red and slicked from both your slick and the heat. he’s staring up at the ceiling like he forgot how to speak, mouth parted, breathing hard like he just got trampled by a stampede.
you hum sleepily, rubbing your cheek against his chest like it’s your pillow. “that was so good…”
he twitches beneath you, then finally blinks like he’s only just realized you’re still there.
“i—i didn’t mean to—i should’ve—” he stammers, voice hoarse, one hand fluttering uselessly like he doesn’t know where to start. “you, uh—you okay? did i—?”
you giggle and lean up to kiss his jaw, your lipgloss leaving a smudge. “you did so good, remmick.”
he groans softly, like the praise alone is gonna kill him.
“but we’re really messy,” you add with a whimper, shifting your hips with a wince. “feels like you’re still hard inside me…”
he goes bright red. you swear even his ears flush.
“s-sorry—i’ll, uh—i should get something—lemme—” he tries to sit up too fast and ends up nearly knocking his forehead into yours.
you laugh as you roll off of him gently, still wobbly and shaking a little. “you okay?”
he nods fast. “yeah. yeah. just—just gimme a second.”
he stumbles off the bed in nothing but his ruined boxers, jeans halfway down his thighs and his cock soft but still sticky with both your release. he’s walking like a newborn deer, flustered and desperate to be helpful as he hurries into your bathroom, mumbling something about towels.
you curl up on your side, watching him go with a dreamy little smile, the inside of your thighs sticky and warm, your pussy still fluttering from how full you’d been. you hear him rustling under your sink for a second, then returning with a warm washcloth—hands shaking, eyes soft and worried.
he kneels by the bed like he’s afraid to touch you wrong, cheeks red as he gently parts your thighs with trembling fingers.
“gonna clean you up now,” he murmurs, so soft it barely registers. “tell me if it hurts.”
you nod and let your head flop back on the pillow.
he’s so gentle with it.
soft little dabs and swipes, wiping away the slick and mess and drying between your thighs with a care that makes your chest ache.
he won’t meet your eyes.
he’s so red you’re afraid he might pass out.
“thank you,” you whisper, brushing your fingers through his curls.
his breath hitches.
“you’re welcome,” he says, barely above a whisper.
he sets the washcloth aside and tucks the blanket up over your thighs like you might catch cold, then just sort of… stands there.
awkward and bare-chested and unsure of what to do now.
until you reach your arms out and say, “cuddle?”
he nearly trips over himself getting into the bed.
and when he wraps himself around you, all broad and warm and blushing—hands tucked against your stomach, face pressed to your neck—you hear him sigh so softly, it sounds like relief.
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Summary: Remmick is the only person at work who hates you. You can't figure out why, until you catch him and a co-worker in the bathroom together.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tags/Warnings: Voyeurism, mean!Remmick, unprotected sex, masturbation, pining, mild gaslighting
You emailed over the finished report to Remmick only fifteen minutes ago and already he's pulled you aside in the hall. "Did you even try to do what I asked?" The laugh of astonishment from him isn't appreciated in the slightest.
This isn't the first time, or even the second, that he's been obnoxious about your work. You know full well that you did everything properly; you even read over the task three times to be certain. It isn't your fault that Remmick keeps leaving out task details like it's intentional. This time, you dare to speak up. "That's not fair. You keep changing what you're asking me for." You're impressed at how well you hold your tone; it isn't usually something you would do. This was different, though, and he's been the only person you've had an issue working with.
Remmick only rolls his eyes with a bored look. "'Whaa, that's not fair.'" He pulls a face as he mimics you, causing a flash of red to pulse around the corners of your vision. You don't think you've ever met someone so unprofessional before. What's worse is that although he usually keeps to himself, Remmick is on friendly enough terms with everyone else. It's unclear why you've been treated so harshly since you got here, but it's never when anyone is around to witness it. Whether it's walking past each other, being the only ones left in the office together, or simply in the break room at the same time, you don't interact other than for him to be snippy. You just can't work out what you've done to warrant the behaviour.
A quick exhale sounds from him as he continues. "Can't read your emails either?" The confidence in his voice makes you wonder if you didn't check all the information properly before you sent it over to him after all. "Christ, can't you read at all, darlin'?"
His tone lilts towards you and the insult has you accidentally stumble over your words. "I-I don't-" His sharp laugh cuts you off, suddenly making the corridor feel warmer, smaller even. Your chest pinches with shame, as does the knowledge that you can't do the very job you had to convince yourself to apply for in the first place.
"Why'd they hire you, eh? Clearly not for your brains." He's closer than he should be, and even when your back presses against the wall, Remmick is still encroaching on your space. "Need me to say it slowly for your dumb little mind to play catch-up?" Your face burns as he slows his words down, as if he truly believes you're incapable of thought. "Learn. To. Do. Your. Job. Or. Look. For. Another." The lack of space between you is uncomfortable and it has your breathing start to waver. You're so caught off guard with Remmick's spite that you don't spot the way his eyes drop to your lips for a split second either.
Remmick notices the way you look away, and he can't help but push a boundary. Despite his creeping smile, he lightly prods the side of your temple as he lowers his voice. "Got nothin' goin' on up there, eh sugar?" A thrill rushes through him when you gasp at the contact; he's so close that he can smell the way your pulse spikes with panic. That, and something much sweeter underneath.
There's a warm twist inside of you and a prickle of tears threatening to gather on your lashes. No. Not in front of him. You sniffle and refuse to face Remmick, not sure what else to do other than shrink into yourself when you feel like you're going to cry. Though bizarrely, and something you refuse to acknowledge, a different sort of heat begins to swell inside you at Remmick's insults. You're too focused on not giving Remmick ammunition in the form of tears to even fathom how you might want more.
Remmick spots the way your eyes water and knows he's gone too far. He only makes an annoyed huff as he pushes off the wall. He'd let himself get closer than he meant to; close enough to let your scent fill his senses and have your fear surge down to make his cock twitch. "Stop wasting everyone's time." His words are curt before he walks away from you.
You still don't look over in his direction as your vision blurs and the tears fall down your cheeks. "Why do you hate me?" The question all but squeaks out of your throat and Remmick's frustration with you only builds. He's exceptionally lucky that this company was too cheap to buy cameras for most of the building.
"Oh, get over yourself, darlin'." Remmick pretends like he can't feel his cock starting to stiffen as he moves a little faster on the way to the bathroom. Somewhere that he can readjust himself and cool off. When Remmick is inside one of the cubicles, he leans back against the door and closes his eyes. His brows pinch at the way his pants keep getting tighter, and he shoves a palm against the prominent bulge, gently squeezing like it'll solve anything. "-Fuck" Remmick grits through his teeth, knowing he can't keep this up. He doesn't know what else to do about the feelings your presence drums up for him, can't think of any way to let out his frustration other than to take it out on you. Gods, he shouldn't have let himself get so close, enough to smell how sweet you were, to touch you. His hand burns while he thinks about it, wanting to touch you again. Remmick silently thanks the stars that he already thought to turn the head of H.R. the second he got here, instead of waiting for any accusations to be thrown at him.
It's been this way for months, from the second you arrived.
The way everyone took an instant liking to you wasn't surprising. You've proven yourself to be a sickly combination of smart, funny, and worst of all, you're seemingly unaware that you're attractive. He can sense the way people are drawn to you, how some of the men would linger around your cubicle for longer than they needed. Each with ridiculous questions for you. Remmick recalls when the idiot who ran through your induction stayed with you hours longer than you needed, just 'in case' you needed reminding of something.
He hates seeing everyone taking to you so quickly when he has to actively work at it. More than that, he hates how he has to sit and watch it all unfold from his desk; rock solid at the thought of you and unable to do anything about it until he calms down.
He remembers the first interaction he had with you.
You chose to wear a sunny disposition despite the nerves he could smell. Remmick assumed you would be irritating with it at first, just another airhead floating between jobs. That is, until he spotted the way your face fell when you were alone. That's when he knew there was something more going on underneath. Not in a way that seemed fake or some friendly persona, but more like you chose to be kind despite how you truly felt. He didn't want to admit how cute it was to see you light up around others, or that something about it had his curiosity pull him towards you.
The only issue is that the feelings didn't come with the tools for how to deal with them. Pretty quickly, as his fondness for you grew, things snowballed into him being mean to you instead. Something about it is easier than acknowledging any fondness for you, and it makes it easier to hide.
Remmick tries to prevent his breath from growing into panting, but the pulse of his cock against his hand proves difficult. You're so pretty when you cry, and he needs a distraction to drown out the thoughts of you, even if it comes from somebody else.
The run-in you had with Remmick from earlier in the week was still playing on your mind. You were torn up about whether or not to report the bastard to HR for intimidating you, but you didn't want to cause trouble either. Not when it could also draw attention to you not doing your job properly. Despite feeling certain that you had read the email correctly, when you went back to your desk, you had indeed missed out some information.
Remmick had been so nonchalant after what had happened, and was back to his usual self of ignoring you. Though you swear that, occasionally, you feel him watching you from his desk. You can't prove it, and any time you've tried to check, he's never looking your way. Maybe it was just the lingering paranoia after he was particularly harsh towards you.
Your name isn't on the rota to use the car park today, so you can't retreat to your car. Instead, you've spent the first five minutes of your break sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, scrolling through your phone in the bathroom for any kind of dopamine hit. The office building is so large that there are entire floors that go unused for months at a time, which, luckily for you, typically means that you get to pick a random one to kill time in. The derelict nature of the space means you're confident enough not to even bother locking the door, just push it shut. You've opted for the end stall next to the full window anyway, so you weren't fussed over someone trying to race over to use yours.
As sad as that was, it typically meant that you could retreat for some peace and remain out of sight from some of the guys who bordered on a little too friendly towards you. There are times when their attention makes you feel awkward: you don't want or need your hand held, especially not by someone who was so obvious about staring at your chest every moment he got. It almost made you want to sit closer to someone like Remmick; he may be horrible to you, but at least he leaves you to your work. If anything, for all of his attempts to put you down, you use them as reasons to keep going out of sheer determination. You still aren't any more clued in to why he doesn't like you so much; not that you care too much either way, but if you had insulted him somehow, you could at least apologise for it.
Your feet fidget a little when you think about the way he teased you enough to make you cry. Thinking about it retroactively brings a warm heat to your cheeks that you don't know how to take. Nobody had ever spoken to you like that before, even outside of work. If it hadn't been so tied to trying to prove that you were capable of doing your job, you might have liked it more. You don't mean for your mind to wander to what somebody like Remmick might say out of a work setting, but it has you staring off away from your phone.
You're so lost in your thoughts that you flinch when the bathroom door bursts open to let someone march in. You recognise your coworker's voice as she barks out to whoever's footsteps you hear behind hers.
"Fuck off, Remmick. I said I'm not interested." His name makes your stomach jump. The guy was generally liked by most; your coworker, however, sounds exacerbated by whatever had happened prior.
There's a note of arrogance in his voice as he pushes the door back open to follow her inside. "Aw, that weren't the case last time, was it now?"
You're silent as you listen in; maybe you could leave before things get too awkward for you.
"Matter o' fact, I seem to recall you havin' a real good time." You blink as Remmick implies that they've slept together. Though you suppose it isn't that much of a shocker on her part. It was the worst-kept secret that she's slept with the odd manager or team leader here and there through the years. If anything, you're more surprised that she slept below her usual status choice, and that Remmick is apparently the type to fuck a colleague. The thought of it instantly makes you swallow.
She crosses her arms as the sarcasm rolls off her tongue. "Yeah, until you called me the wrong name, asshole." The steady beat of your heart picks up when you hear that. There's definitely not option to leave now that you know too much.
"Ah, that's why you've been avoidin' me? C'mon now, I didn't mean to. Just got a little tongue tied, they're so similar." You still roll your eyes at his lame excuses. You're just happy someone else is finally seeing through the cracks of his facade.
She laughs with an incredulous ring to it. "Really?" Then she says your name in a sharp question. "Hers sounds nothing like mine. You're such a jerk. Now get out." Your name. You can't have heard that right… The beating in your chest starts to become wild at that information. Though, you can't fathom why Remmick of all people would call your name out during sex with somebody else.
After that, you hear a quick shuffle and a quiet gasp, something wet and slow. It sounds like a kiss followed by a slow moan on her part.
You press your lips together and slowly stand up, then carefully, without making a sound, slide yourself up onto the window ledge of your end stall. You put your phone on the windowsill and remain still, waiting for them to leave.
Except they don't.
You can hear someone breathe softly into the kiss, and instead of fumbling into one of the stalls, they have the gall to move over to the counter.
"What if- someone comes in?" She breaks from his mouth to ask with a rasp.
Remmick's voice lowers as he chuckles against her skin, likely her throat or ear. "Well… just stay quiet if you don't want to get caught." Your eyes go wide, feeling your mouth turn dry at the severity of your situation, and you start to feel hot all over from the embarrassment.
The sounds of pulled buttons and zips echo against the tile, alongside more wet noises mingling with skimmed hands and heavier breathing. Someone pulls back, you're assuming her, as she asks under her breath again, bothered by the public setting. "What if someone's in here?"
Remmick's laugh is thin under his breath, and you slowly draw your feet up to place them on top of the closed lid silently. You should have just left, but it was far too late now. "You're paranoid. Nobody uses this floor. Besides-" You hear a dull thump against the counter again, then a short gasp from her. "-Thought you said you wanted someone to do this to you?"
You hold still with no option but to listen to them make out, then more of that unmistakable rustle of clothing. Your face feels hot, privy to knowledge you aren't meant to have, it has you pulse racing with it.
Slowly, you cover your mouth to stop them detecting your breathing, or worse, as you feel a heat creep down your spine. You want to roll your eyes or feel disgusted by the wet sounds that follow from outside your stall, but it only makes your thighs press together in response.
You peer down at your phone, switching it to silent before it even has the chance to reveal your whereabouts. Then, when you look up, you feel temptation drag your eyes over to the crack between the stall and the door. It's wide enough for you to see Remmick standing over your colleague, with her bent over the counter, with her pants and underwear pulled down. Your stomach drops as a sickly heat blossoms in your core at the sight of them. It feels wrong to watch, and yet...
"Hear that? So wet for me already..." Remmick's voice drips into her ear as he brushes his lips over her neck. The movement between them makes you realise that he's already got his fingers moving inside of her. "Such a little slut, pretendin' like you don't want it." She lets out a whimper at the breathy words in her ear, and you almost do the same. You feel your eyes turn half-lidded at the wet sounds Remmick's making with his fingers buried in her cunt.
There's something that you can't explain about the way it makes you feel, why hearing him talk like that unearths something for you. Exactly like when he'd made you feel so small in the hallway days ago, you had been so embarrassed and yet, when Remmick had left, a piece of you was hoping for more. For him to touch you again, but bolder.
Right now, you wish it were you bent over the counter instead.
The intrusive thought burrows into your mind as you wriggle a little on the spot, feeling a dampness form between your thighs.
"Remmick~" Her whines sound obnoxious to you as his free hand traces over to fondle her hips and ass. You mimic the action as best as you can with your own hand through your skirt.
He adjusts himself behind and then you spot it. Even from here, you get a good look at Remmick's cock pressed up against her ass. You look away for a second, and your cheeks blaze when you just can't help but stare back. "Beg for it, tell me how much you need this cock." His demand makes your brows furrow up and your cunt pulse as you wonder how it would feel. It looks so thick that you roll your hips gently while you picture the stretch. Your attention is briefly pulled to the bathroom mirror in front of them both, and you realise that you can see Remmick's face from this angle. It sends a delicious shiver through you. She caves to him almost immediately, quicker than you would have, dropping small pleas that you can't believe you're hearing.
Midway through her begging as instructed, Remmick pushes himself into her, having to cover her mouth to cut her loud groan short. "Thought you… didn't wanna get caught?" Remmick's grinning down at her, pulling back all of the way to plunge back in with a slow grind and what sounded like a quiet snarl. Your hand grips your thigh as you watch his hips set a steady rhythm, fingers tracing underneath your skirt to run your fingers over your underwear. The soaked fabric makes your breath hitch and despite the shame, your fingers circle your clit over the lace. You want to shove your fingers underneath, but you can't risk the wet sound of it drawing their attention.
The wet slap of skin on skin fills your ears, fills you to the brim in a way that you couldn't escape the noise of Remmick fucking into her if you wanted to. Instead, you fight the urge to moan out against your hand, and you close your eyes only for a moment while you try to listen out for any sounds that he makes.
You hadn't expected Remmick to whimper.
The sudden, high-pitched noise makes your core clench around nothing and your eyes shoot open to look over at him. Immediately, you tense up as, to your horror, Remmick's eyes are locked onto yours through the reflection.
He doesn't look away from you as he fucks into her, and you hear his noises creep up in volume. You watch him snap his hips into her faster, hand grabbing the hair at the base of her neck and keeping her pushed down so she can't see her reflection. You don't think anything of it when his brows knit together. Until his lips part to moan out your name.
She makes a confused and muffled 'huh?' Sound underneath him like she didn't hear him right. But it was as clear as a bell.
"Shh, just take it." You think you see her grimace, and her hands clench against the counter like she's going to push away from him. But then Remmick's hips shift to move at a different angle and her resolve fizzles away with a high whine against his palm.
His eyes never leave yours as your fingers move with firmer circles that have the familiar sparks building between your thighs, and you're lucky that the fabric muffles the otherwise slick noises.
Remmick's previous smug look begins to morph into bliss as he watches your hand through the mirror, and he imagines you wrapped around his cock instead. He swallows when he sees you palm your breast through your shirt, trying not to drool at the thought of what they'd feel like. He doesn't even remember the name of who he's fucking in the moment, but he moves a free hand to cup her breast as he watches you. She lets out a squeak under him and it sounds wrong; nothing close to the sounds he pictures you making. He wonders what they sound like most nights.
When the heat in his stomach is enough to feel close, his brows furrow deeper as he his gaze flicks up to try and see as much of your face as he can. "Shit.. Close... You're gonna- fuck- you're gonna make me come."
The thrill that rips through you is overwhelming as you realise: he isn't speaking to her.
He's speaking directly to you.
You nod back to him and he gasps. It's enough to bring you to your peak, and your core pulses with heat while you clamp your hand to your mouth as tightly as you can. Shockingly, you manage not to make so much as a peep as you come hard against your fingers. It's so much that your eyes force themselves shut and you gently rock your clit up against your hand to ride it out, unable to keep still despite your best efforts.
Remmick's groan is filthy as he soaks in the sight of you, nose flared as he tries to catch the scent of you. He knows his eyes flicker red in the mirror at the sight of you, and he hopes you didn't notice.
"Inside, come inside -on the pill." Fucking liar. He can hear it in the way her blood rushes and jumps with a wrong beat. Not that it matters anyway, he knows it won't stick. Either way, he doesn't want you thinking it's the case if any rumours ever got out. So, Remmick pulls out to pump himself with his fist, keeping the same rhythm until he releases over her back with a broken cry of your name.
Your eyes are wide when you hear the way Remmick calls out your name. It causes a shiver to go through you in a way that has your brain trying to piece his behaviour together all too quickly. They're both panting when he's finished, and he finally rips his eyes away from you to lean over her to grab some paper towels from the side. He wipes his spend away from her back, ignoring the stain it's going to leave.
When he tucks himself back into his pants, you spot the way your coworker's teeth grit together. She looks furious and embarrassed simultaneously as she shoves herself away from the counter. Her open palm collides with his cheek with a loud crack, and he takes it without so much as a flinch. "You are such a prick." Then she's gone from your field of vision, and you only hear her storm out of the bathroom.
Remmick brings a hand to his jaw, opening and closing a couple of times like it's more irritated rather than in any real pain. Your breath stops as his eyes slide over to you; neither of you dares to speak. A feeling of shame weighs heavily on your chest, and you slowly look away as you move out of his line of sight, like it's at all helpful.
Remmick stares at the stall, feeling an unfamiliar sense of nerves gnawing at his stomach. He feels stuck, unsure whether to say anything to you. His mouth opens to say something, but only a strained, broken sound comes out. Ultimately, he decides to leave as well.
Coward.
But so are you.
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