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☆ Brett hates the idea of someone else touching you but loves the idea of someone watching. He gets off on the fact that other people wanna see you get ruined just as much as he does. It turns him on knowing no one else will make you melt like he does.

☆ He loves to smoosh your face. Whether that’s pushing your face into the pillow during doggy, putting the flat of his palm in the middle of your face during missionary, or gripping your jaw and cheek during cowgirl. He absolutely loves how submissive you look with his hand on your face, unable to see what he’s doing but feeling every second of it.

☆ Brett hates being teased. If he wants you, he’ll have you. No matter where or what you’re doing. And he expects the same for you. If you want him to take you, he wants you to express that. He wants you to be desperate for him, to crave him, to need him.

☆ Brett believes that if you let him have sex with you once, he doesn’t need permission again. You already gave him your body, why would he ask for what’s already his?

☆ Brett uses sex as punishment. He loves the fact that he gets to get off and watch you cry at the same time.

☆ Brett never out right praises you. It's always back handed or a compliment wrapped up in a vulgar little bow.

“You’re such a pretty slut.”

“Look at you, taking my cock like the perfect little slag.”

☆  It's hard for Brett to get off when there’s no pain involved. Whether that's inflicting pain on you or himself. It's part of the reason he enjoys taking advantage of you. He loves how much you fight and hit him. Trying your best to get him off you only turns him on more.

☆ Brett loves taking polaroid pictures of you after you guys finish having sex. He keeps them in a shoe box under his bed. He dates them and writes a sentence on the back about what you guys did.  Sometimes he’ll leave them in random parts of your house so you can find them later and he can watch you get all flustered from seeing a picture of your cum cover pussy stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

☆ If you don't take substances– smoking, drugs, drinking, etc – Brett will force you to do it in exchange for sex. He loves to corrupt you and make you do things you would never do just so you can feel him inside you.

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★ He can hypnotize people but only if they aren't wearing contacts or any type of glasses. It's because eyes are the window to the soul and in order to really get into your subconscious mind he needs to look directly into them.

★ Remmick is very good at reading people. Not just those in the hivemind but regular, unturned people too. He can hear people's heart beats and the blood rushing through their veins so he can tell whether or not they are lying based on how fast or slow their heart is beating. It comes in handy with other emotions too but he loves to use it to catch people in a lie.

★ Remmick gets along with most animals because of his vampirism (is that even a word?) makes him very similar. The only animals he doesn't really get along with are animals that are typically associated with omens and witchcraft. 

Spiders? Chasing him around the house.

Cats? They hiss and scratched at him.

Crows and Ravens? Trying to peck his eyes out.

Deer? Ramming into him with their antlers

The list goes on.

★ Speaking of his vampirism making him close to animals. He has a lot of animalistic features as well. The most obvious being his reflective eyes which make it easier for him to see in the dark. He also has really good hearing, which helps with reading people. His sense of smell is also very high. He can track someone like a bloodhound with one sniff of a garment.

★ He has very silent footsteps. He’s trained himself to be as quiet as possible. It helps when sneaking up on his victims.

★ Drinking blood from people with diseases makes him sick. And if he drinks from a person who's died, the longer they’ve been dead, the sicker he gets from drinking them.

★ If Remmick is in a small town or a place where it would be too risky to hunt a human, he normally opts for an animal. It's not the best replacement because animal blood isn’t as rich as human blood but it holds him over.

★ Remmick has worked in many professions in his lifetime. But in the modern day, where you have to have  a high school degree– which he does not– to work in certain places, he's given up on working and just squats in his victims' houses.

★ For his victims that live far away from their family, he writes them letters. Sometimes he feels bad for killing innocent people but he also learned that the innocent ones are the most trusting and easy to kill. He keeps a little notebook full of addresses, names, and relations of victims' families that he keeps up with.

Behind the door you lay against your pillows, legs spread with your feet firmly planted on your very pink bed. Your hot pink vibe pressing against your clit on the lowest setting as to not disturb your roommate. “Fuck-” You try your best to keep quiet but the sensation is too good. The silicone of the vibrator is now covered in your slick. Your glistening wetness traveling down from your leaky hole to the crack of your ass. “Ah- Y-yeah,” You angle the head of the toy a little differently, sending a deeper buzz to your core.

Cook’s ear is still pressed against the door. His hand palming the growing tent in his pants as he continues to listen to your breathy moans and whimpers. “Fuck Princess,” With each passing second, the ache in his pants grows. His boxers slowly start to dampen from the precum beading at his tip. 

He’s debating whether or not he should barge in and fuck you instead of that toy. But he holds out— just being content with listening at the moment, even though every bone in his body is telling him to go in there.

“Ah- shit,” Your hips buck violently against your toy. Your hand twists and turns the head to feel vibrations on other parts of your heat. The noises that fill your room are no longer just you moaning and the hum from the vibrator, but the slick sounds of the silicone buzzing against your arousal slicked folds. 

Cook can’t take it. The sounds of your pleasure making him achingly hard. He turns the knob to your door and shoulders in. “Cook what the fuck!” Your thumb works quickly to press the power button and you hide yourself under your sheets. 

Cook closes the door behind him and saunters over to your bed, sitting on the edge. As he walked toward you, you noticed the tent in his pants.

“Cook get the fuck out-” “Shhh,” He cuts you off, placing a hand on your thigh over the sheets. “Can’t have my pretty little roommate have fun all by herself can I?” You jerk your legs away and his hand falls to the bed. You scoot up until your back rests on the headboard.

“Cook, just get out. You're being a creep.” He scoffs, getting onto your bed to hover over you. He’s so close that you can smell the nicotine on his breath. “I’m the creep? How can I be the creep when your the one fuckin’ yourself crazy while I’m supposed to be sleeping in the other room. Seems like the pot calling the kettle.” You don’t even know how to respond. 

It’s true, you are being kind of a creep by pleasuring yourself while your roommate was supposed to be sleeping. You could have waited until he left for work. But you didn’t, you needed your sweet release as soon as possible. The week was hectic at work, your classes were stressful, and homework was piling up. You needed a stress reliever.

“Speechless aren’t we, princess?” Cook reaches for the covers and pulls them down your body, slowly– revealing your clenched legs and the toy you were using. “Well fuck me,” He picks up the pink silicone and twirls it in his hand like he’s inspecting it. “This what got you all worked up. I’m disappointed, truly babe.” He tosses the toy behind him, you can hear it roll off the bed and onto the floor somewhere.

“Replacing the real deal with some cheap sex shop garbage.” Cook’s hand moves to your legs, parting your thighs to expose your aching cunt. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” Cook stares in awe at your glistening folds. His hands pushing your legs further apart to watch the wetness string between your lips.

“Isn’t she pretty,” He moves his hand to your heat, fingers smearing the wetness around your already glistening folds. His two index fingers spread your lips further so you’re fully exposed to his gaze. Cook is practically drooling. He rubs his fingers up and down your slit– pinching your clit between them. You jolt at his touch, your legs falling apart for him. “Yeah that’s it. Feeling good, huh?” 

Cook bites his lip, letting his fingers explore your heat. “Jesus, you're wet.”His digits circle your entrance, pushing one of his fingers inside. You moan loudly, covering your mouth in embarrassment of how loud you are. He starts pumping his digit, rubbing little circles on your inner walls. You can feel how tight you are each time he pushes his finger in and out. 

The feeling is foreign to you. His knuckles pressing against your walls is a weird feeling that you wouldn’t expect. You can feel every little movement so vividly. You move your hips away, the test of his finger being too overwhelming.

Cook notices you trying to get away and uses his other hand to hold your hip down. “Tryin’ to get away, hm? Is it too much or maybe not enough?” Without warning he adds a second finger. 

You're a moaning mess, Cook’s thick finger working you– coxing every sound he can from you. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, pressing his thumb to her clit– circling. It didn’t take long until you cum on his hand. 

Cook pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean of your juices. “Fuck princess, your sweet.” He suddenly pulled you down the bed so you're flat on your back and your head lays against your pillows. Cook puts your legs over his shoulders and wastes no time diving it. 

His tongue works you fast. Licking up and down your slit– drinking up all your juice before pressing his tongue into your hole. Punching in and out to taste more of you. “Mmmh fuck-” He groans into your cunt, his hips grinding into your matress, trying to get any sort of friction. 

He pulls back, spitting on your clit before going back in, licking and sucking on the little nub. Your second orgasm came quickly, your legs squeezing around his head as your walls pulsed and convulsed from the pleasure. Cook doesn't stop licking you. He holds her legs tighter around his head, keeping him in place. You pushed his head trying to get him to stop the overstimulating flicks of his tongue. He still doesn't stop. You dig your heel into his back, making him groan but he finally pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

 He sits on his haunches, pulling you closer and wrapping your legs around his waist. “You ever been fucked before, princess?” “N-no.” he chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell.” Your brows furrow after hearing what you can only assume is an insult  “What do you mean you can tell?” “Means you're soft. Your all shy and shit. Girls that fucked before don’t act like that.” There’s a beat of silence before he starts talking again. “It's ok though, I’m gonna fix it.”

Cook pulls his pants and boxers off, tossing them somewhere else in the room. His cock slaps his stomach– precum already oozing at his bright pink tip. Cook can tell you’re nervous. For the first time since he’s barged into your room, he gets soft. 

“Hey,” Cook cups your face, forcing you to look away from his length and in his eyes. “I’ll go slow. Make it feel real good, ok?” You nod still very nervous about the situation. He nods, a silent reassurance, before kissing you softly. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him deeper. He slips his tongue into your mouth, you can still taste the remnants of your last orgasm on his tongue.

One of his hands moves away from your face to wrap around his shaft. He gives himself a few long strokes before nudging the head at your entrance. You wince when Cook tries to push in. “Shhh,” The hand holding his cock moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles to coax you open. “Your so tight I can’t even put the fuckin’ tip in,” His lips move to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. 

You moan softly as he finally starts to push inside. Your body slowly opens up to him. “Yeah, there you go. Fuck you feel good.” Cook pushes the rest of his length inside you, bottoming out and kissing your forehead. “Look at you, takin’ all of me so good.” He moves his head in the crook of your neck as he begins to lazily thrust inside you. 

You whimper, hooking your arms under his shoulders and pulling him closer. He hikes your legs up higher on his waist, changing the angle of his cock. “Ah-” Your eyes squeeze shut when he hits your sweet spot, making you involuntarily clench around him. “Shit. Right there princess?” He hits that spot again, thrusting a little faster. The stretch of him inside your walls is overwhelming. Each drag of his cock against your sweet spot has you seeing stars. 

 Your bedroom begins to fill with the sounds of your breathy moans combined and the wet slap of his balls against your ass. “Fuck, princes. I can feel you getting close.” He drives into you a little bit faster, hit hand moving down to rub fast circles on  your clit. “C’mon, cum on my cock like a good girl. Yeah- Yeah like that- Fuck-” 

Your walls clench tightly around him as your orgasm washes over you. Your slick walls milk his shaft until he’s spurting hot ropes of cum into you. “Fuck yes,” He pumps into you a few more times, making sure his balls are thoroughly empty before flipping you over. You lay on his chest– listening to his rapid heart beat as he comes down from his high.  Cook kisses your temple, stroking your hair as his cock softens inside you. One of his hands slides down your back to palm your ass. “Can't believe we just did that. You’re a fuckin’ natrual.” “But I didn’t do anything,” You can feel his lips on your temple turn into a smirk. “Yeah, well next time you can ride me and then you’ll be doin’ something.” You look up at him “Next time?” He chuckles, pulling you closer into his chest “Fuck yeah, next time.”

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