#remmic x fem!reader

[pradapussy]

Don’t Hide Behind Your Rage

TAGS: Remmick x Reader , Remmick x OC , second person POV, named OC, WIP , vampire , remmick x fem!reader , dead dove do not eat, dubcon , noncon , dark fic, monsterfucker , human x vampire , feminine pronouns for reader, multi-part fic, sub!remmick, dom!reader

SUMMARY: You share a cigarette with a handsome stranger. When he offers to walk you home, both of y’all find yourselves having bitten off more than you can chew.

A/N: heyyyy sorry for contributing to the horrific amount of remmick x readers and remmick fics in general. i haven’t written for myself in so so so long and i just wanna blow off steam after finals. I don’t see a lot of sub!remmick so i make the world id like to see :) Part 2 is tomorrow :D I’m testing the waters today. Enjoy!

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A cold October at some rinky dink bar in Oklahoma is not how you expected to spend your Saturday. Parties were never your thing. Music, sure. Drinks, hell yeah, People sometimes, but all of these at once make your head spin - make you need a smoke. Honestly, nobody would expect a homebody like you at a place like this, sharing a cigarette with a total stranger. Not without good reason, at least.

Your stranger leans casually on the railing, his stubble and pink lips are highlighted by the ember of your cigarette in his fingers. He passes it back to you, his fingers are jarringly chilly but the way his dark eyes glint in the moon reassures you. This man is reason enough. You stare a bit too long, lost in thought.

“You gonna keep me waitin’, duck? Or d’ya want the wind t’finish the cig for ya.” He seems like a proper southern boy with that lilting drawl, but his diction throws you off. The words he chooses feel like another time and place.

“Sorry, dunno where my mind went.” You gingerly take the cigarette from his clammy hands. Now it’s his turn to take you in. Your skin diffuses the silvery moonlight and bronzy street lights into a color all its own. Your hair is soft and is tousled by a stray autumn breeze. He picks a flyaway piece that threatens to blind you, and tucks it behind your ear. Heat fills your cheeks.

“Sooo,” he starts “what's a wee gal like you doin out at some dive in th’middle o’ nowhere?” He leans closer towards you, looking you up and down.

“Oh nothing, just lookin for something special.” Your words are aloof, yet inviting. He hears the smile behind them. Your bright eyes glance at him purposefully, scanning his form just as he did yours. His shirt is half-tucked and his suspenders hang limply on his lean shoulders. The pants he wears are a touch too big on his cut waist. That pale blue light of the moon seems to be all the color his fair skin and brown curls of hair can absorb - save for the hint of red in his eyes.

“How mysterious, a Jane Doe sauntering around Sulphur ‘looking for something special.’” He laughs, cracking a toothy, crooked smile. “Can I ask what special thing yer lookin’ for t’night?”

“You caaan, but it’d be embarrassing to tell you since I seem to have found it already.” You smile playfully, the tip of the cigarette burning bright as you take a drag of it.

Suddenly, your cigarette burns out in the wind and is quickly forgotten. The smell of smoke, embers, and a bit of something metallic, something iron-y catches your nose. What was that? And when did your stranger get close enough to be shoulder to shoulder with you? He leans in, his face too close for comfort, but you hold steady, masking instinct with poise.. “Yeah? And what would that be, darlin’?” his attempt at being suave are thwarted by his puppy-dog eyes.

His efforts to fluster you are adorable. You one up him, placing your plump lips right in front of his, millimeters away from a kiss. Your hand squeezes on his forearm. He can smell your blood running hot, the scent of arrogance fills his head.

“You, baby.” Whispered words of a strange woman roared in his head. His unnaturally cold hands almost feel warm under yours. Muscles contract under his work shirt, responding to a multitude of emotions and desires he was unprepared to handle.

He is flustered. You can see it in the flush tips of his ears and the heat coming off his pallid face. “I appreciate your forwardness, sugar, but I dinna even know your name.” The way he pronounces “don’t” piques your interest. There is something so off about the way he speaks - it excites you because you know this man is hiding something. You smile wide and toothy just like him.

“Connie” you whisper in his ear, your soft neck exposed to him pulsing with something more intense than desire. A twitch, the name seems to stir something from a past life in him. His eyes open, half-lidded and fighting temptation to sink his teeth into your tender flesh. You pull away from him, your presence still lingering in his ear. “I oughta head home...” Remmick leans his head into your shoulder as you pull away lips brushing your retreating flesh. You catch a glimpse of him wincing with his mouth parted and fangs just barely retracting. “I’ll see you around…” There is space for a name at the end of that sentence, and he fills it eagerly.

“Remmick, and please, where are ya stayin, duck? Lemme be a gentleman and walk you home. You never know what crawls around at night” You want to roll your eyes. He can’t conceal his excitement at your invite. Remmick thinks he’s got an easy mark out of you.

“My uncle’s got a little cottage in the woods just outside of town.” A heat forms in the pit of your stomach, stronger than desire, laced with anticipation. Bloodlust. You gesture in a direction, interlocking arms with him and pressing your body to his. “We can take a shortcut so you don’t have to spend too long protectin' lil ol me.”

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A/N: if anyone’s seen lady chatterley’s lover ya already know why i chose connie as the mc’s name >v<

[remmickslvt]

Timeless is the Flame (NSFW 18+)

Tags: Remmick x fem!reader, graphic depictions of sex, blood, masturbation, some angst?? 

You and Remmick were once lovers.  You split up almost 2 years ago, and had moved back home to North Carolina.  He hadn’t followed.  Or so you thought... 

You swirled the wine in circles around the inside of the slender, delicate glass, the evening sun caressing your skin and kissing sweet freckles across your cheeks.  As you stretched your legs over the basket-woven ottoman and took a deep breath, the thought of your past lover flitted into your mind.  The way his strong arms held you close to a broad chest, his rough, calloused fingers gently grazing your soft skin as you nuzzled into his neck.  The scruff of a few days without shaving bristling against your lips like sharp blades of grass stroking the breeze.  You shook your head, scrambling the whispers of sweet nothings of the past.  He hates me.  I won’t ever see him again.  The stinging poison of the verbal barrage exchanged two summers ago bubbled up in your throat, and you swallowed a rising sob.  Your eyes began to well like a rising riverbank; however, you blinked back the inevitable overflow of tears.  “Don’t ever think about me again,” he had snarled, yet he was intertwined with every aspect of your life, locking his fingers into yours as you attempted to open new doors.  Gripping you tight to his chest with one hand clamped firmly around your neck, infiltrating every straying thought, influencing every step forward and occupying every step back.  He lived and breathed inside you, his words spilling out of your lips at every sentence.  He was always there despite never appearing.  He was everything, then suddenly nothing.  A rope dangling high over a pit of spikes, you were clinging to him.  Subconsciously within every curve and twist of your body.  A real love that existed between your souls stretching across millennia, he was your past, present, and future. 

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, chasing thoughts away like swatting at flies.  “Hey, darlin’.”  Your eyes shot open as the gravelly voice echoed across the line of forest beyond.  And there, standing before you with a lopsided grin, was the man clouding your mind.  The setting sun shone through his messy curls, strands of red and blonde reflecting its rays.  His eyes, shadowed and deep-set, seemed to glow under his brow, giving off an almost crimson hue.  His broad shoulders rose and fell with every breath, the white button up and thin blue suspenders hugging his chest.  Your chest squeezed with years of pent-up heartache, and your jaw hung agape at the soul you had summoned. 

“R-Remmick,” you stuttered, clambering to your feet as his gaze traveled up your silk nightgown, “how...” 

“Shhh.  You called, so I came.” His drilling stare softened as he took a step closer.  You backed up until your shoulders pressed against the weathered siding of your house, your chin tilting upwards as Remmick stood inches away.  His clawed fingers reached for your biceps, trailing down your sun kissed arms until they intertwined with yours, then softly but firmly pinning your hands to your sides and against the wall. 

“B-but I didn’t...” 

“Ahh, but you did, lass.  See, I heard your thoughts.  I felt your need for me.  The shift in your energy was enough to cause a change in the patterns of the wind.  We’re connected, you and I, our souls are tied.”  He swallowed, a thick trail of drool seeping out from between his lips and hanging out of the corner of his mouth.  You glanced down, then back up into his hypnotic gaze.  The steady thrum of your heart drowning out all possibility of another outcome, you wriggled your hands free so you could press your touch against his chest.   

The kiss was earned, yearning, craving.  Two souls colliding in a colossal wave, hearts clawing together in a grasping desire.  Neither of you surfacing, it was now an unleashing of raw, primal need.  With a deep inhale, Remmick gripped your shoulders, pressing his weight into you and pinning you tightly to the wall.  He let free a soft moan into your mouth, sending a shiver down your already electrified spine.  Breaking free felt like tearing flesh from bone, a thin strand of saliva spanning the gap between your needy mouths.  With one effortless swoop, he had you draped over his shoulder as he pushed open the front door to your house, slamming it shut behind him.  He placed you down, so you were facing him standing in your hallway.  Within seconds you were on each other once more, lips interlocking as you tangled your fingers in his curls.  You jumped into his arms, his claws gripping your ass as your legs wrapped around his middle.  He carried you to your couch, where he then turned around and sat down, sitting you down on his lap.  His hardening manhood pressed against your clit, the thin layers of clothing between begging to be removed.  As you began to grind against him, Remmick moaned while taking your bottom lip in between his fangs, the sharp tang of blood following close behind.  He squeezed your thighs, guiding your hips to roll into his, his claws digging into your soft skin.  His erection pressed against your core, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your fingers slithered up his neck to intertwine into his wavy locks.  You pulled his lips onto the crook of your neck, the mere brush of them sending shivers down your spine.   

“Take your pants off.” You huffed against his cheek, running your tongue along his jawline as he growled in response.  With a swift tug, Remmick tore his pants down to the floor, turning and slamming you onto your back as he clawed your panties off, leaving you exposed and practically dripping for him.  As he took in your visual, thick drool ran down his chin and trickled down his neck, the sight of you so vulnerable it had him harder than he thought he could ever get.  Without wasting much time, he crashed his lips into yours, swirling his tongue around the inside of your mouth as he teased the tip against your slick folds, precum oozing out of the slit and mixing with your fluids.  You gasped against his lips as he grinned, suddenly slamming the entire length deep within your walls, not leaving any time to adjust to his size.  With each thrust, the groans filling the air turned more and more primal, Remmick’s pure lust and need for your body clouding every ounce of judgment.  He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him as he ravaged you, the tension of years' worth of fleeting thoughts finally boiling over the edge as he filled you with every inch.  For ages he had dreamt of this, taking his length in his hand as he imagined pumping you full of his seed, his jaw hanging open with his tongue swiping streams of drool.  His eyes rolling back as he visualized the scene unfolding before him in this moment.  The sensation was almost too much, as he felt his climax tangling within and building deep in his belly.  You pulled back, admiring the mess you had made in Remmick’s mind, as his eyes glowed red.  He was hitting your cervix with every thrust, and your fingernails raked his lower back, drawing him in as far as he could get.  Suddenly, like a sudden tsunami, you felt that familiar heat rising in your core, the feeling you could only get with your fingers buried deep in your walls, imagining Remmick filling you up like he was right now.   

“R-Remmick...” You dug your nails deeper as one last thrust sent you over the edge, your back arching as your climax overtook your mind, the only sight being Remmick’s flushed face, eyebrows slightly raised, jaw agape, as he, too orgasmed in an animalistic groan.  He held your hips tightly, locked into him, as his hot seed spilled deep inside your core, your moans and panting breaths filling the room.   

“That’s it, darlin’, you feel so good tightening around me like that.” Remmick cooed into your ear as your body finally ceased from the high.  After a few seconds, he sloppily pulled out, his thick juices spilling out of your folds.  He collapsed on your chest, and you instinctively began to stroke his hair, wrapping your other arm around his broad shoulders.  “I’m not goin’ anywhere this time, lass.”