h o n e y

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In the eeriness depth of dark in her cabin laid Y/N, cuddled by herself into the thick cushions of her couch.

She had fallen asleep as soon as she laid down, her exhaustion taking over and forcing her to sleep. She had been working hard around her farm.

As she lay there in the deepest stream of unconsciousness, she couldn’t feel the presence of an evil spirit making their way to her door.

Remmick, with his latest victims blood all over the front of himself and his mouth, he looked at a cabin in the distance. The scent of Y/N filling his nose.

With a sense of urgency and mischief, he walked toward the cabin.

When he was feet by the door, he glanced through the window, seeing her there. Sleeping.

With an evil malicious smirk, he stood back in front of the door, and he tries for the knob. Locked.

He pulled his hand away, and he looked around for something, anything to unlock it.

He looked down at the welcome mat on the ground, and he let out a huff with a smirk.

He looked through the window once more, then he knelt down to the mat, lifting it, and there he saw a key.

“Typical.” He mumbled and picked it up.

He unlocked the door, and he silently walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

He put the key on the side table by the door while staring at Y/N’s sleeping body.

Her scent was so thick, and very very strong… He sat in the chair in front of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

His eyes never left her. He traced over her body, taking in her curves, and her glowing skin under the moonlight.

His trousers got a little tight, but instead of tending to it, he leaned back in the chair and watched her in his eerie silence.

After a few moments, she stirred in her sleep, and he stayed still, hoping she wouldn’t wake up, for he had a vile idea to fix the tent in his trousers.

She opened her left eye while facing away from him, his presence unknown to her.

Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Placing her feet on the floor and her head in her hands.

“You’re awake.” Remmick spoke barely above a whisper.

Y/N Yelped and jumped at the sudden voice and figure in her home. Her heart began to pound so loud that his voice was barely heard. Her chest tight with anxiety.

“Remmick… what happened to you?” She asked.

He looked at the blood on his button up shirt, his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his hands covered in the drying blood as well.

“I was a little hungry, darlin.” Remmick replied, slowly looking up at her with his glowing yet lifeless eyes.

“You’re scaring me, Remmick…” Y/N spoke softly, yet there was a shake in her tone, and Remmick caught it.

“Don’t be scared.” He whispered. “I’m ain’t gon’ hurt ya… too bad…” he smirked softly as he was still sat calmly and relaxed in the chair.

“What do you mean? What are you gunna do?” She questioned almost sternly.

“It’s what you do to me… your scent- it’s obnoxious. It’s intoxicating me… and I need to fix it.” Remmick briefly explained.

“What?” Y/N huffed in confusion, looking at him in disbelief and confusion. “You’re speakin in riddles, Remmick.”

“No… no I’m not… but… I’ll give you a Head start… you can start running, and if I catch you, I ain’t gon’ stop.” Remmick tilted his head as he spoke to the feared girl in front of him.

“Running? What- you gon’ kill me too?” She furrowed her brows, her heart still pounding.

“I couldn’t kill you… you’re my sweet lil girl ain’t you? Start runnin, Y/N.” He smiled, his fangs were bloody and illuminated by the moon.

Scrambling up, Y/N put her shoes on, and she ran out the door, running as far and as fast as she could.

Remmick looked at the empty couch with a quiet and evil chuckle, then he looked at his lap with the same smile.

*~*

Y/N found a really good hiding spot… it was inside of a hollowed out fallen tree. She laid inside and waited. Her shaky breath could be seen in the air, and her body practically vibrated with fear of her friend. Or rather, who she thought she could call friend.

As she laid there for what felt like hours, it was only a couple minutes, but her adrenaline was wearing off. She began to nod off, using her arms as pillows.

She fell asleep, praying that Remmick wouldn’t find her and do ungodly things to her… but in the back of her mind, she felt excited… a rush of adrenaline that made her feel the slightest bit lustful.

As she nodded off, Remmick was searching for her through her scent. She didn’t have a winning chance. He could find her and pinpoint her location like a damn hound.

He saw the fallen tree, and he sighed deeply, making his way over to it. The chase lasted an hour and a half, and he knew there was no doubt that she wasn’t sleeping at this late hour.

He looked into the hollowed out tree, and he saw her sleeping.

He ‘tsk tsk tsk’d to himself, and he gently dragged her out, surprised of how deep of a sleeper she was.

He laid her over the fallen tree on her frontside, and he stood up behind her, looking down at her unconscious body.

(A/N: I know this part will make some of you uncomfortable, and if so, DO NOT READ, I will put this marker for you to skip over, this is the Somnophilia part //Sensual acts with someone unconscious\\)

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He pulled the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them fall to the sides of his black worn out trousers. His eyes never leaving the backside of her dress. She was in the perfect position.

He unbuttons his trousers, and he let them fall to his ankles. He lifts her dress and lowers her nylons underneath. There he was met with a pair of wet and sticky panties. He could smell the thick scent of arousal from her. That just turned him on even more.

He strokes himself a few times before guiding himself towards her entrance, taking consideration to use her juices to coat himself so he didn’t tear her.

When he entered her with just the tip, she began to stir, so he stilled. Then, he gently pushed the rest of himself inside her welcoming warmth.

He let out a shaky breath and had to control himself to not go too rough at first.

He pulled himself out, then slid himself in slowly, only for a moment. Then he took it upon himself to find a pace that he needed for pleasure.

Her body gently bounced with every thrust he made. The bouncing coming quicker with his frequent changes of pace.

The only sounds in the woods were that of nature, and the sounds of heavy shaky breathing, and plapping of wet sticky skin.

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Y/N stirred, the pleasure from the act beginning to wake her up.

“Rem- Remmick?” She slurred in her half asleep state.

“Shhh… take me like a good fucking girl, alright?” He demanded rather than generally saying it.

She whimpered as she arched her back.

“Fuck- that’s right, arch for me.” He panted as his pace became rougher.

The sound of their sticky skin plapping together only became faster and louder. And after a moment, so did Y/N’s moans.

Remmick spanked her, really hard, leaving a bloody handprint only visible by moonlight.

“Fuck!” She hissed and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly.

“Such a dirty girl… taking me like any common whore. Are you the town whore now, Y/N?” Remmick spoke condescendingly to her, using his other hand to wrap around her neck, his middle finger and thumb pressing into her throat, taking away most of her ability to breathe and speak.

“Answer me when I fucking speak to ya, darlin.” He growled.

“No-“ she choked out.

“You’re not a whore? Your pussy’s telling me different, my love.” He smacked her face. She whimpered and he pushed himself further inside of her heat.

“I told you what would happen if I found you, didn’t I?” Remmick went deeper, pushing her lower half into the fallen tree.

“Yes~” she whimpered out and he smacked her face, her ass, and choked her, lifting her upper half so her back was pressed tightly against Remmicks.

He pounded her so hard that her eyes began to cross and her vision became blurry.

“Remmick~ Rem- Ah~ Remmick-“ she choked and whimpered, one hand over his wrist from the hand choking her, and her other on his other wrist that pinned her hips to the fallen tree.

“Take it- take it take it take it~” he whispered shakily into her ear as his breath was just as shaky, giving her his absolute all in speed and rhythm.

He eyebrows furrowed as her belly tightened.

“I’m gon’ cum-“ she choked out.

“You best hold it in, don’t fucking cum yet.” Remmick spat at her above a whisper, choking her harder.

“Such a dirty whore, trying to cum so fast. You’re disgusting.” He degraded and humiliated her.

“The tree hurts…” she whimpered.

“I don’t care, you’re taking what you fucking deserve. You’re a filthy slut, and you deserve to be treated like one.” Remmicks other hand reached up and he choked her, holding her upper half against him and his lower half never slowed with his thrusts.

Y/N lost so much air that she started blacking out, her eyelids fluttering.

He relaxed his hands and she gasped for air.

“I should choke you until you black out… so I can use your body like the true Slut you are, Y/N… you knew what you were doing wearing this fuckin dress.” He was getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.

“I need to cum- I’m gon’ cum- please-“ she whimpered. He gently bit her shoulder with his humanoid teeth, not wanting to turn her just yet.

“Cum all over my fucking dick, Y/N, sense you can’t fuckin listen.” He pushed himself deeper, his hips stuttering.

Her lower half tensed, her legs quivering as her eyes rolled back and crossed, her mouth wide open. He ripped her hair back and spit in her mouth.

“Fucking slut.” He shook his head and found his release shortly after, pushing himself so deep that there was no more to give.

“F-Fuck-“ he whispered to himself in a deep pant.

She whimpered as he let her go gently, laying her over the fallen tree.

She stared at the ground, attempting to catch her breath.

“Such a good fucking whore, ain’t you, Y/N… all for me…” Remmick looked down at her used up hole as he lifted his trousers.

“Yes.” She panted, finally able to get a word out.

“That’s a good fuckin girl… my good girl… Hmm?” He coo’d softly as he sat on the fallen tree beside her, his trousers still unbuttoned.

*~*

The snow fell aimlessly like a blanket upon Hogwarts, a dreadful year for the deep conscious of Y/N.

Y/N’s family wasn’t too concerned if they were home for christmases or not, for there were too many family members to count for had they cared to remember Y/N anyways.

As the students packed their bags and trunks to head home for Christmas break, Y/N was sat on the Gryffindor couch, staring into the fire.

“Hey, why aren’t you packed yet?” James asked softly as he walked over to them, sensing that they were feeling distanced from the holiday as many years before.

“Because I’m not going to burden your family another year-“ James cuts them off.

“If you say that again I think I’ll have to jump off the astronomy tower.” James stared at them with a straight face. “You’re not a bloody burden. You’re my lover. If my parents didn’t want you to be there they wouldn’t have been inviting you all these years.” James explained softly.

“That doesn’t change the fact-“

“It does. That’s enough… shall I pack your bags for you?” James asked.

“You can’t go up the stairs you’ll slide right off.”

“So go pack now, and I’ll be waiting right here. The train won’t leave without all its passengers.” James sat back on the red couch.

“I haven’t got a permission slip signed yet.” Y/N tried to make excuses after excuses.

“I already had my parents sign.” James looked up at them. “You’re coming with, I don’t care how reluctant you are.” He scoffed softly.

“Merlin.” Y/N scoffed back and went upstairs to pack.

James just smirked to himself, watching Y/N walk up the stairs. He loved how he had them around his finger.

*~*

“Welcome home dear, welcome home sweetheart.” James’ parents greeted them as they walked into the rather nice home.

“Feels good to be home, we’re gunna put our bags in my room yeah?” James spoke as he took Y/N’s bags from them, and he enchanted his own to follow him up the stairs.

“Welcome home dear, have you missed us during summer?” His mom asked them, moving their hair to the side to get a better look at their face.

“Of course I have. Didn’t really do much. Cleaning, gardening, babysitting, the works.” Y/N replied honestly, always taking comfort in having James’ mom to talk to.

“You still like lasagne don’t you?” His dad asked them.

“Of course I do, yes.” Y/N nodded softly.

“Good. That’s dinner. Along with buttered toast or bread, whichever you prefer. And perhaps mumsy will make cocoa later tonight.” His dad caressed his wife and she chuckled.

“Oh hush now, you know I make it closer to Christmas.” She smiled.

“Y/N! Come up here yeah?!” James called to them.

“I better get going.” They walked past the Potter parents and up the stairs.

When Y/N made it to James’ room, they saw their boyfriend laying on the comfy bed, arms wide open.

“Oh… I see… cuddles now?” They asked as they shut the door, their voice above a whisper.

“Yes my love, come hither.” James waved them over.

They lay on the bed with their shoes hanging off the edge of the bed, breathing in James’ scent, letting his warmth surround and suffocate him.

“Happy to be home darlin?” James asked with a voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…” Y/N whispered, closing their eyes.

“I’m pretty happy you came home too… my parents really missed ya.” James whispered, breathing in their scent as well.

“I love you, Y/N… I’m so excited for you to see what I’ve got you on Christmas.” James said.

“You didn’t need to get me anything-“

“I didn’t get it. I made it, love…” James cut them off gently.

*~*

James’ mother made the two hot cocoa, and they were sat on the living room couch, the telly on and James’ fathers favourite movie was on. So they sat and watched it as a family; the four of them.

The warm mugs in the hands of the students nearly made their whole bodies warm.

“It’s getting quite late… we’re going to head to bed… see you both in the morning, yeah? No funny business… James.” His mother points at him.

“No funny business, I promise.” James blushed.

“I promise.” Y/N said.

When the parents went to bed, James and Y/N were sat nearly on top of one another, his arm wrapped around them, his hand resting on their shoulder.

“I love you, Y/N… and Happy Christmas…” James whispered and kissed Y/N’s forehead.

*~*

RING RING RING went Y/N’s alarm.

She groaned and turned to the side, reading the time. It was 6:30 AM.

“Wake up, time to get to the airport!” Her dad swung open her door with a coffee in hand.

“Alright.” She sighed and sat up. He shut the door and she got up from her bed, making her way to her clothes she had set out.

Quickly, she grabbed them, went to the bathroom, and had a quick 10 minute shower. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, struggling with the conditioner.

‘Need to get more I guess…’ she thought to herself as the hot water ran down her skin.

When she turned the water off she dried with her towel and wrapped it around her.

She did her acne routine, and brushed her teeth right after.

Finally, she got dressed in her comfy clothes since she’d be on a plane for the next 9 hours and she towel dred her hair a little more before combing it and putting it in a French braid.

“Hurry up, Y/N damn.” Her dad said.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” She snapped at him and packed her toiletries in her duffle bag.

When she came down the hall, she saw her dad cracking open a beer, dismissing his coffee.

“It’s 7 am.” She stated.

“So what.” He scoffed, “I already put your suitcase in the car, let’s go.” He said.

She nodded and made her way to the car with her duffle bag.

*~*

When she got on the plane, she was placed on the left side by the window.

She put her headphones in, and listened to Famine, by Sinéad O’Connor. A song that her mother would play constantly in the car, trying to explain to her that she was Irish, not just whatever her father was. Her mother was trying to teach her a small part of the history. That was before she passed of course.

On repeat, she listened to the song on low volume, eventually falling asleep.

By the time she woke up for the second time during the plane ride, they had landed in Dublin Ireland.

“Welcome to Ireland where the local time is 3 AM. The weather is cool and wet so do wear your jackets or jumpers and some closed toed shoes, we thank you for flying with us, we hope you enjoyed it and hope you have a lovely time here in Ireland.” The pilot spoke into the mic that travelled through speakers for everyone to hear.

Y/N grabs her duffle bag from above, and she gets in line to get off the plane.

She exits the plane and gets towards the waiting area, seeing her last name on a whiteboard.

“Are you Y/L/N?” The man asked.

“Yes I am.” She nodded.

“Great, I’m your driver. I’m taking you to a hotel , and then I’ll take you to your host family. Try to be up around twelve or one, alright?” He asked as they walked.

“Yes sir.” She agreed while they walked to baggage claim.

*~*

The driver came by the hotel and picked her up, she was already in the lobby waiting for fifteen minutes. She wore casual yet comfy clothes, a normal sweater and jeans with some shoes.

The car stopped by a nice house. It was above average from what she’d seen in the states… or maybe that was the norm there… she didn’t know much.

The host family were outside on the porch waiting eagerly except a teen boy around her age.

She got out of the car and the driver got her suitcase from the trunk, as well as her duffle bag.

When the driver sped off in the little black car, Y/N was stood shyly, quietly, unsure of how to greet them.

“Hello there! Wow… álainn…” the father spoke.

She gave a gentle wave, hesitantly walking up to the house and the family.

“My names John. This is my wife Alison, and our son Jack.” John introduced.

“Y/N… Y/L/N.” She greeted herself awkwardly.

Jack was just staring at her while smoking a cigarette.

“How old are ya?” Jack asked her.

“Seventeen.” She replied.

“Yeah? Don’t look it.” Jack replied before taking a drag from his cigarette and then he put it out.

“Hush.” Alison scolded and turned to her.

“Come on inside. We’ll have Jack take your suitcase to your room and show you around the house.” Alison smiled assuringly.

Y/N only nodded and watched jack pick up the suitcase.

“It’s upstairs… this is so light, do ya have anything in it?” Jack lead the way inside the house.

Y/N followed closely, her eyes watching every step he took inside.

She followed him up the stairs.

“You Christian?” He asked, opening the door to her room.

“Used to be Catholic.” She replied softly.

“Used to be? Why not anymore?” He asked as he set the suitcase on the bed gently.

She just shrugged as she placed her duffle down.

“Not sure… just kinda lost the belief… the faith is still there.” She explained quietly and briefly.

“Well we go to church every Sunday, so, you’re gunna need to find belief again, yeah.” He sat in the swivel chair by the desk.

“Oh.” Was all she could reply with.

“D’ya drink?” He asked.

“No… never have…”

“D’ya wanna?” He smirked, an idea forming.

“No… I don’t like alcohol.” She replied.

“Not even a little sip? A little shot?” He tried to convince her, but she wasn’t going to budge.

Y/N kept her eyes on the wall in front of her as she sat on the bed silently.

“What else do you do?” He asked in boredom, trying to get her to open up.

“Read… bake… uh… dance a little bit.” She replied to his question.

“What kind of dance?” He wiggled his brows jokingly.

“Normal kind…” she shrugged, not really knowing how to answer.

“Ever tap danced? Irish danced?” He questioned.

“When I was a kid I was in Irish dancing yeah.” She nodded.

“Who put you on?”

“My mom.” She replied quietly, fiddling with her fingers.

“Your mom Irish?” He asked, swaying back and forth in the chair.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“That’s cool. I dance sometimes. Only in pubs after a few Guinness’ though.” He chuckled softly.

*~*

After Alison got her measurements for a dress for church, Y/N was enrolled into school in what is her junior year.

Jack was already at the school, hanging with his friends in the cafeteria.

Y/N looked around and tried to find a corner to hide in, but to her luck, they were taken by the other loners in the school.

She saw a paper on the board in the hallway, it had the never forgettable dance shoes and ballet shoes beside it. She looked at all the names on it, mostly girls. Then she saw her name in clear handwriting.

“What the fuck?” She mumbled to herself.

“Yeah I’ve signed ya up already.” Jacks voice came from the right side of her. She looked up at him.

“I didn’t want to do dancing for school.” She said.

“Yeah well, mumsy and papa’s rules lass. You have to be in a sport or something for school, and now you’re a dancer.” Jacks smiled as he leaned on the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“That’s quite rude and unfair to go behind my back and do that yourself.” She defended herself calmly and quietly to not cause a scene.

“Looking out for you. You’re my FES sister now.” He looked her up and down before patting her shoulder.

“Better get to class. This isn’t America love, you got less than 5 minutes.” He spoke softly before walking towards his own class with his group of friends.

*~*

During Dance try outs, Y/N passed miraculously, and the coach was actually impressed because she was American.

The other girls on the team however, were not very happy with the coaches choice to keep her.

Some of them gave her sour looks and some of them didn’t even look at her.

“Y/N, show me the starting stance.” The coach said with his arms crossed.

Y/N had her right foot in front of her left, her toes pointed right while her left toes touched the middle of her right foot’s arch.

“Stand straight.” He said and adjusted her to his standards.

When she was in the right position, he made her stand there for a few moments.

“Alright, rest.” He said and she slowly returned her feet back to normal.

When she packed up to go home, the coach pulled her to the side.

“Have you ever danced before?” He asked.

“When I was younger, yeah.” She nodded.

“You seemed like a natural. And the girls won’t like you for it… just try to stay away from em yeah? If they bug ya don’t be afraid to pull me to the side alright lass?” He asked and she could only nod. She’d been nodding to many things all day. She could’ve sworn it made her light headed.

Jack was leaning on his car outside the school smoking a cigarette while waiting for Y/N.

When he finally saw her, he sucked in a big puff of smoke.

“Finally.” He spoke up, blowing the smoke out.

“Yeah, I know.” She replied and got in the passenger seat.

He got in the drivers seat.

“So did you pass? You’re on the dance team now?” He asked as he drove while buckling his seat belt.

“Yeah. I’m on.” She replied as she buckled her own.

“My parents are gunna be so proud…” he sighed as he drove.

“What’s for dinner?” She asked, starving because the girls at school took her lunch.

“Boxty. It’s a potato pancake-“

“I know what it is. My mom used to make em for me.” She cut him off before he could explain.

“Alright.” He spoke softly, not knowing why she was sounding on edge.

During dinner time, Y/N and Jack were sat at the table along with Jacks parents.

“So you made the dance team yeah? That’s brilliant.” His mom smiled kindly as she strikes conversation.

“Yeah, I mean… I used to dance when I was younger, so.” Y/N shrugged.

“I remember when we had Jack in dancing, he was such a cute lad, all dressed up.” His mom coo’d and Jack just rolled his eyes.

“Definitely a charmer, had all the mums in the audience just awing at him.” His dad spoke up.

“Alright, that’s enough of that now alright? I don’t dance anymore.” Jack tried to get them to stop talking about it.

“You’ll do great. Jack will help you with any homework you’ve got after dinner. And if you need me to wash any clothes, I’ll get you a hamper and I’ll teach ya how to do the machines alright dear?” His mom spoke quick.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Y/N replied as she took a bite of the boxty.

*~*

In Y/N’s room was her and Jack, she was silently doing the homework by herself and he was laying on her bed in boredom.

After a few silent seconds, he spoke up.

“You haven’t spoken or asked a question in an hour. Do you even need me here?” He asked.

“Not until the math. That’s for last.” She replied quietly.

He looked over at her. And he stared at her for a moment.

“You got a boyfriend back in the states?” He asked.

That caught her off guard, so she looked over at him.

“Uh no…” she pushed some hair out of her face.

“Really? That’s fuckin insane.” He looked back at the ceiling.

“Why?” She asked.

“Cause like… not to be a weirdo or anything but you’re fuckin gorgeous… you’re fuckin angelic, Y/N.” He looked at her again.

Y/N could only look at him in disbelief, awe, and flattery.

“Thanks… thanks Jack.” She looked from him to her homework and then him again.

He sat up on her bed.

“I’ll do your maths… just hand it over and I’ll give it back tomorrow yeah?” Jack held a hand out.

She nodded and handed him her math book, her folder of math homework.

“Alright… go to bed.” He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Are you sure?” She asked, gesturing with her eyes to the homework.