The Snuggle Coven🩷🦇🖤

He followed the man’s instructions and found the netting, diving in to find the frightened girl tangled in the net, her beautiful green tail bleeding in several spots from the rocks cutting into her. He used his claws to cut through the net and free her, watching her swim off faster than he thought anything could swim.

Later that day Remmick found himself in the open, unable to find anywhere to hide before the sun came up, crouching behind a boat that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide behind all day. Just before the boat moved something grabbed his ankle and yanked him into the water his skin beginning to burn in the sunlight. He kicked hard but was unable to get free, something pulling him down farther under the surface until his skin stopped burning and he found he was in the darkness, taking a breath as he broke the surface before a match was struck and Remmick saw the woman from earlier lighting several candles on a rock in the fairly large cave she’d dragged him to.

‘Thank you.’ Remmick spoke, his voice echoing in the watery cave.

‘You’re welcome. Thank you in return. You saved my life, I saved yours. You may hide here during the day whenever you’d like…I’m Y/n.’

‘I’m Remmick. Pleasure to meet myself a gorgeous mermaid…ca-can I touch it?’ He asked, watching as she had moved to sit on a rock with just the tip of her tail in the water. He was right, she was beautiful! Her breasts were on display, though her long blonde hair covered them fairly well, and her green tail reflected the light in a lovely way.

‘If you’d like…if you harm me or scratch my tail with those claws I will rip your eyes out…go ahead.’ She permitted and Remmick reached out carefully, ensuring his claws were hidden away, and he caressed her tail which was shockingly smooth.

‘Wow…I expected it to be slimy like a fish but…it’s soft.’

‘Of course it is-How Dare You! I wash my tail with a sea sponge twice a day, how dare you think I’m slimy!’ He could see she was quite offended and he felt bad instantly.

‘No, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just don’t know any better-please forgive my ignorance. You have a lovely tail is my point, and it’s my favorite color!’

Remmick could smell her blush as the blood rushed to her cheeks. ‘Thank you Remmick, that’s sweet…you are forgiven. Your eyes are my favorite color, I love that soft blue…that shade of blue doesn’t exist much down here…will you tell me what it’s like?’

Remmick looked at her, tilting his head to the side curiously. ‘What what’s like?’

‘Living on the surface, of course!’ She giggled and Remmick instantly decided that her sweet giggle was his new favorite sound.

‘Oh, of course!’ He laughed along with her. ‘Sure. I can tell you about living on land if you’ll tell me what it’s like to live down here. Deal?’

‘Deal Remmick.’ Y/n agreed with a smile.

Remmick and Y/n spent the rest of the “day” talking about the differences in their lives-Remmicks threats being sunlight, garlic, bullets and of course, humans-while Y/n’s threats were large sharks, fishing nets, maelstroms, and of course, humans.

He had been watching you for a while.

The longer he watched you from the shadows, the harder it got for him to keep his distance.

You were so enchanting. He loved the way you smiled; it was like seeing the sun again after centuries of darkness and moonlight. Your sweet laughter was a balm to his weary heart. You were kind to everyone, even towards the people in town who leeched off such kindness.

Remmick was always quick to deal with such people. How dare they take advantage of someone so sweet? No matter, though, as they made for easy meals.

He found where you lived and would stop by every night to watch you sleep. Even in slumber, he found you utterly enchanting. You looked like an angel—your hair strewn across your pillow like a halo, your expression serene. You were surely dreaming the sweetest dreams to be sleeping with such peace on your face.

And then there was your body. Your blanket draped over your body just so, allowing for him to see its curves and contours from the window he spied from.

You must be so soft and warm under there. Remmick groaned softly at the thought and slipped one hand into his pants. He wanted to feel your warmth beneath his fingertips so badly.

But feeling the warmth and softness of your body as you squirmed and writhed under him in pleasure? Even better.

Remmick placed his forehead against your window as the movements of his hand became more frantic, chasing a release he wasn't even fully aware he was chasing; he was so caught up in this thoughts and fantasies. His eyes started to flutter, and he bit on his bottom lip to stifle his whimpers as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.

You were a virgin. He knew you were; he could smell it. He wanted to be the one to defile you. He wanted to be the one to introduce you to the carnal pleasures of the flesh.

He wanted to be the one to take away your innocence and replace it with filthy pleasure you would crave from him and him only.

Remmick pulled his hand out of his pants, breaths soft and heavy, looking down at the sticky mess he made all over his hand. His mouth couldn't help quirking into an amused smile at the sight. It was amazing how such an innocent, little thing like you could have him feeling like a desperate animal in a rut.

You had no idea of the effect you had on him as you continued to peacefully sleep in your bedroom.

Quietly, Remmick left a small smudge of himself on your window, a silent claim on you, and a promise he would come back to collect you.

You were his to collect and claim, after all.

And he would, once he had everything ready for you.

It was time.

Remmick was once again standing outside your window as you slept, all soft and warm in your bed. His eyes trailed down to the smudge he left on your window, as they had done every time he came to watch you. You must not have noticed it since it was still staining your window, but he wondered if you would even know what it was if you had spotted it. Probably not, he concluded; such a thing was surely outside your area of expertise as something so precious and innocent.

He gently tapped on your window, just enough to rouse you from your slumber. His red, glowing eyes reflected his delight as he watched you stir. His vampiric hearing allowed him to hear the little noise you made as you stretched your limbs and slowly sat yourself up in your bed.

"Huh…?" you mumbled into the darkness of your bedroom. You rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, wiping away the sleep clinging to your eyelids. "What was that noise?" You stretched one more time once you had rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and then focused your attention onto your bedroom window.

You shrieked at the sight of a strange man with glowing, red eyes standing right out your window.

As he watched you pull your blanket over yourself to hide, it occurred to Remmick that his supernatural appearance would have been especially startling to an innocent, little thing like you, and he couldn't having you fearing him. You wouldn't come to him if you feared him. He needed to rectify this.

"No, no, no. Don't be scared, sweetness." Remmick placed both of his hands on your bedroom window as he pressed himself closer to get a better look at you, watching you as you continued to hide underneath your blanket. He spoke gently, each word meant to soothe you. "I'm not here to hurt you."

When you didn't come out of your hiding spot, Remmick knew he had to try harder to coax you out. He recalled the bookshelf in your bedroom and focused his attention on its contents. Among the trinkets and knickknacks was your collection of fairytale books, which held what he knew would be the perfect thing to lure you out from under the blanket.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he said again to reassure you, his eyes trailing back to where you hid under your blanket. "I'm your handsome prince, sweetness."

His words hung in the air for a moment, but Remmick didn't wait with bated breath. He knew you would come out of hiding, and he had to keep himself from grinning wickedly in victory as you slowly emerged from under the safety of your blanket.

Your interest in fairytales fit such a sweet, innocent creature as yourself. Remmick found it as adorable and endearing as he did naive and childish, but he certainly wouldn't tell you that. If anything, this interest of yours was what he just what he needed to meet his own ends, so childish or not, it had its uses.

He would be willing to be your prince. If it kept you where you belonged, if it meant he could possess your entire being and taint you, he would become just like those fairytale princes. He would slip into the skin of a fairytale prince and indulge each childish fantasy of yours.

Just so you would remain his most precious possession.

Remmick offered you a charming smile as you padded softly to your bedroom window. He felt a thrill run down his spine as he watched you open your window, your delicate hands resting next to his on the windowsill once the barrier between the two of you was removed. His eyes trailed up your hands to take in the delicate, white nightgown you wore, appreciating how it looked on your body.

"You're…my handsome prince?" you asked, hopeful disbelief lacing your soft murmur. Your eyes trailed over Remmick, and he knew you were harboring some doubts about him being your "handsome prince." It was a surprise; he had expected you to just go along with him, yet here you were scrutinizing him, attempting to reconcile a handsome prince with eyes that glowed red in the dark like a monster's.

Smart, innocent, little thing.

"I know I must have…frightened you," Remmick said, speaking slowly, carefully watching your expression. "But it's me, sweetness. Your handsome prince, come to whisk you away." He gently placed his large hands over yours. He felt you stiffen under his touch, and your eyes widened ever so slightly, but the moment left with the same quickness it arrived with. You relaxed, and you let your hands be held by a man claiming to be your "handsome prince." It was a tentative acceptance, one Remmick fully intended to use to lure you into his possession.

"My handsome prince," you repeated softly, speaking more to yourself than to the man standing outside of your window and holding your hands in his. You repeated those three words again to yourself, even softer than before, as your eyes trailed over the man again.

He most certainly did not look like the princes from the fairytales on your bookshelf; the ones you had adored ever since you were a little girl. Aside from his glowing, red eyes, he was a little unkempt—his hair slightly mussed and hints of stubble along his jaw. He was dressed plainly in a faded blue shirt and dark pants held by suspenders.

He was very plain as far as handsome princes went, as well as unusual due to his eyes.

But as much as they had startled you earlier, now that you had gotten a better look at them, you were finding the stranger's eyes more pretty than frightening. They were like glowing rubies, and those glowing rubies were looking right at you. They were seeing you.

"What's your name?" you asked in your little voice, much to Remmick's delight. It was a sign of interest in him. You were nibbling at his lure like the good girl he knew you were.

"Remmick," he replied smoothly. He gently lifted one of your hands and placed a kiss atop your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. The sight of you becoming so flustered, eyes widening and cheeks reddening, was delightful. Remmick couldn't help grinning as he continued to charm and woo you like a fairytale prince. "The name of your handsome prince is Remmick." He placed another kiss atop your knuckles, his grin widening as your free hand shot up to cover part of your blushing face.

"Remmick," you echoed, your voice softened by the hand covering part of your face. "Remmick, my handsome prince."

"That's right," Remmick encouraged, his grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat's. He noticed a light forming in your eyes, and he knew you were starting to smile behind your hand. You were starting to accept him.

"I've been waiting so long for you," you breathed, slowly lowering your hand and daintily placing it over Remmick's. "I…I've dreamed of you coming for me."

"And I'm here now, my princess," he assured you. "I've come for you."

Carefully, Remmick helped you out your window. He had to use all of the restraint in his body to keep his hands from exploring you. A true fairytale prince wouldn't be so lascivious so soon, and he wanted to savor defiling you.

He would wait for now.

You were so cute the way you fell into his arms as soon as he placed you on your feet. He felt your arms wrap around his chest and gently squeeze him, as if you were afraid he would disappear, and you rubbed your soft cheek affectionately against his chest.

"Do you have a carriage?" you asked, looking up at him all wide and sweet. "Do you have a castle?"

Remmick couldn't help chuckling. You were really into this fairytale stuff, and the way you went along with his "handsome prince" bit pretty quickly endeared him even more than he already was to you.

It made sense how easy it was for people to take advantage of you.

But Remmick wasn't taking advantage of you.

He was your handsome prince, and he was here to whisk you away.

Just as he said.

"A carriage, I don't have," he replied, wrapping his own arms around you so he could scoop you up, eliciting a sweet, surprised yelp from your pretty, little mouth. One arm supported your back while the other held your legs beneath your knees. "But don't worry. My princess will get to enjoy being carried by her prince."

Your delighted giggling filled the air as Remmick started to walk with you in his arms.

"As for the castle…" Remmick continued, his voice trailing off as he thought about how to answer without spoiling too much for his little princess. "Well, let's just say it's the perfect place for a prince and his princess to become lost in their own little world."

"Just you and me?" you chirped with a smile.

"Mhm," Remmick hummed, giving you a slow nod and a kiss on your forehead, which made you giggle and smile and blush even more. "Just you and me, my darling girl."

Forever.

You were unsure how you felt about having an abandoned chapel as your castle.

Chapels were sacred places, but as your handsome prince carried you inside his "castle", you noticed it was stripped of anything that made it a chapel. There was no cross. There was no pulpit. The two pews that were left were pushed up against one of the walls.

Various pelts and blankets lined the flooring. Some were draped over the two pews along the side, making their hard wood look more comfortable to sit on. Clusters of candles dotted the pelt-less parts of the wooden floor, their dim, flickering light illuminating the small space. The smoke wafting from their flames mixed with the musty smell of the chapel's interior and the faint scent of bunches of dried flowers hanging from the ceiling. Every window was covered by a pelt, effectively blocking out the outside world.

"Welcome home, my princess," Remmick murmured, his breath gently tickling your temple as he placed a kiss on it. You heard him kick the chapel doors closed behind him, his hands still occupied with carrying you like a precious treasure.

"I know it's not something from out of your fairytales," he continued, carrying you towards where you imagined a preacher once stood to address his congregation, "but I made it warm and cozy just for you." He leaned his head down to nuzzle into your hair, taking in a deep breath of your soft, sweet scent. "I wanted my princess's new home to be comfortable for her."

"Thank you," you murmured softly, shyly curling into yourself as you felt your cheeks heat up. This was all strange and surreal, yet you remembered your manners, which Remmick found adorable. You were so polite even as you were stolen away.

But was it stealing if you went with him willingly like a good girl?

"Of course, my princess," Remmick smoothly replied.

He carried you towards a large pile of furs and blankets and placed you atop of them, handling you with a care and reverence you didn't know another person was capable of showing. Your hands gently ran over the pelts and blankets as Remmick arranged them around you, making you comfortable. Each one was soft and felt nice against your skin.

"This is where we'll sleep, my darling girl," Remmick told you, now sitting next to you. He placed an arm behind you, a silent invitation for you to lean against him, and he was delighted when you did. "A prince and princess should sleep together, shouldn't they?"

"Yeah," you shyly replied, still all flustered and feeling like you were dreaming. You hid part of your blushing face into Remmick's shoulder, now looking forward to falling asleep in your handsome prince's arms, certain you would have the best sleep by his side.

Remmick was also looking forward to sleeping together with you.

In a way that had nothing to do with sleeping.

"Oh! I almost forgot." Remmick pulled his arm away from behind you as he stood. He noticed your soft lips form into a frown at the loss of his touch, but he would rectify it quickly. He was pleased to feel your eyes watching him as he walked to the two lone pews pushed against a wall of the abandoned chapel; you were interested in what he was doing, and you were eager for him to return.

Such a good girl.

He knelt and pulled out a small chest hidden under one of the pews. With a click, he opened it and reached inside, carefully taking out something special he made for his special girl. He hid it behind his back as he stood and returned to your side.

"Close your eyes, pretty girl," he told you, the velvet purr of his voice making the command irresistible. You closed your eyes, and Remmick found it endearing as you even covered them with your hands.

Everything you did was so cute.

Precious, precious girl.

And now you were all his.

You felt your prince kneel beside you, feeling glad his presence had returned. You then felt something light being placed upon your head.

"Open your eyes, my princess," you heard Remmick say, his large hands enveloping yours and gently pulling them away from your face. Your eyes then fluttered open to see Remmick pulling a small compact mirror from the pocket of his trousers (unbeknownst to you, it was something he had swiped from one of his victims).

"I made this just for you before I came to get you," he told you, his voice a deep breath, just loud enough for the two of you. "It's something every princess needs." He opened the compact mirror, your eyes widening and your cheeks flushing at the sight of your reflection.

Sitting atop your head was a crown made of flowers woven together. It was made of all sorts of wildflowers you had seen growing in the area, a colorful combination of whites and yellows and purples. It wasn't a crown made of jewels, like the ones the princesses in the fairytales had, but the gesture made your heart squeeze and warm in your chest in a way it never had before.

"Remmick…" you murmured with a breath, placing one of your hands over your heart, feeling it flutter and squeeze inside you. "Remmick, it's…it's so pretty. I love it!"

Remmick smiled. He knew you would love his gift. Innocent souls were easy to please, but their happiness was real and genuine. You looked so darling and innocent as you sat in his bed of pelts and blankets, a crown of flowers sitting on your head and a white nightgown covering your body.

You hugged Remmick, throwing your arms around him as a thank-you for your pretty flower crown. He wrapped one arm around you, the other arm setting aside the compact mirror before embracing you as well.

"Such an affectionate princess," he murmured as you rubbed your cheek against his chest. He tightened his arms around you, hugging you closer, eliminating any remaining space between the two of you.

The mask of the charming prince was rapidly slipping. He needed to feel you quivering beneath his fingertips as he introduced your innocent body and mind to the pleasures of the flesh.

Remmick loosened his grip around you, only so he could look into your eyes as he tilted your chin up with the tip of his index finger. He took a moment to admire the curious innocence in your wide eyes, which he would soon replace with knowing desire.

"You're so pretty, my princess," he purred, each word wrapping around you and making your head feel fuzzy. His thumb gently traced over your plush bottom lip. "Tell me, my lovely girl, have you ever been kissed?"

Your eyes widened and a blush quickly formed on your cheeks, which had Remmick's crimson eyes lighting up in delight. You were too flustered by such a bold question to respond with words, but your reaction was all the answer Remmick needed.

"No, huh?" he mused, his other hand now slowly trailing up your arm, his lips pulling into a grin. "That's okay. It's only right that I, your handsome prince, be the one to give you your first kiss."

"That's true," you mumbled softly with a slow nod, finally finding your voice. You knew Remmick was right. The princess always shared her first kiss with her handsome prince in all of the fairytale stories you read as a little girl. It was a quintessential moment in the blossoming romance between the princess and her prince.

Remmick acknowledged your response with a hum, the sound low and pleased. Both of his hands now cupped your face. His crimson eyes bored straight into yours, suddenly making you feel exposed and seen. Only a breath of space was between your face and his.

"Close your eyes, my princess," he murmured softly, each word tickling your lips. As soon as your eyes obediently fluttered shut, you felt the press of Remmick's lips against yours.

Your first kiss.

It was everything you had ever dreamed of. It was soft and warm, and it made you feel soft and warm, too. Your heart fluttered rapidly within your chest. Your hands remained clinging to Remmick, holding onto him as you relished the experience of your very first kiss.

Remmick could feel your excitement radiating off you in waves with the way your body trembled against him. He even felt your lips form into a smile against his. You were so delighted by your first kiss.

He had made you so delighted by giving you your first kiss.

By some miracle, he was able to restrain himself long enough to give you a first kiss experience from the fairytales. He kept the press of his lips soft against yours. His hands gently cupped your face as he kissed you.

His restraint crumbled quickly as soon as he heard a soft, little noise coming from your throat, though.

More little noises spilled out of you as Remmick slowly slid his hands down your body and moved to your lower back, pressing you closer against him as pulled you into his lap. He parted his lips and experimentally traced his tongue along the seam of your lips. You were such an innocent girl; he wanted to see how you would react to him deepening the kiss.

To his surprise and delight, you opened your mouth and let in his tongue. Remmick groaned, pleased that you picked up on his intentions, even in spite of your innocence. He knew for sure what he was about to do was not in any of your fairytales.

"You're so soft, princess," he murmured against your mouth. He then broke the kiss to look at you, grinning as he took in your heavily flushed face and the way your pupils had blown wide. With your flower crown, you were the perfect image of an innocent maiden experiencing lust and desire for the first time.

"You look like you really liked that, huh?" Remmick teased. He chuckled as you shyly turned your head away from him. He gently grasped your chin so he could make you look at him again. "It's not a bad thing, sweet girl. I like knowing you're feeling good, princess. As your handsome prince, I'm supposed to make you feel good, isn't that right?"

"Y-yeah," you shyly stammered in agreement. Your heart felt like it was about to either fly right out of your chest or suddenly deflate like a balloon from how much it was beating. Your head was swimming from your first kiss and the thing Remmick did with his tongue. You didn't know kissing could include tongues, but you liked it.

"Um…what you did with your tongue…" Your hands started to fidget with one another as you tried, and failed, to ask Remmick about what he did during your first kiss and tell him how much you liked it. Remmick found the way you fumbled with your words cute and amusing. Unable to keep from chuckling his mouth opened in a grin, showing off his elongated canines.

"You liked that, huh?" he finished for you, to which you shyly nodded. "I know, princess, I can tell." He then placed his hands on your waist and tugged you closer against him again. With the way your brows furrowed and your soft lips formed into a slight frown, he knew you were feeling exactly what he wanted you to be feeling.

"Do you have something in your pockets?" you asked with a sweet, innocent tilt of your head.

"In a way," Remmick replied, casually shrugging one of his shoulders. He then leaned in closer, close enough that you could breathe in his words, his large hands staying on your waist to keep you in place. "It's what happens to princes when they really like their princesses."

"Something similar happens to princesses when they really like their princes," he continued. "Can I show you, princess?"

As soon as he saw you shyly nod, Remmick moved one of his hands from your waist and slipped it under your nightgown. Your breath hitched and your body tensed, unaccustomed to being touched in the way Remmick was touching you, but he felt you relax, and gave you a charming grin.

"It's alright, princess," he murmured to encourage you to relax. His crimson gaze held yours as he traced his hand higher and higher up your leg and to your thigh. "I won't hurt you. A prince would never hurt his princess."

Unless she wanted him to, but that would be something he could explain to and show you another day.

He took your slow nod as a sign to continue, and trailed his hand all the way to the waistband of your panties. He used his other hand to gather the skirt of your nightgown and bunch it around your waist, fully revealing your little, pink panties.

Of course you were wearing pink panties.

"I-I think the thing in your pocket moved," you stammered after feeling something twitch beneath you.

"That can happen," Remmick casually replied, his attention more fixated on your panties. They were adorable on you. He tugged and teased the waistband before pulling them down, and was pleased when you helped him take them off by wriggling your hips and moving your legs as needed.

"See this wet spot on your panties, princess?" Remmick said, holding up your panties for you to see, using both hands to show you the wet spot on the crotch part of your panties. "This is what happens to princesses when they really like their princes. Their body starts…preparing for them." He then set your panties aside and bunched the skirt of your nightgown around your waist again. He placed his hands where your thighs met your hips and looked up at you through his eyelids. It was a silent question of permission, which you gave him with a nod.

"The wet spot from your panties came from here," Remmick explained, pushing his index and middle finger through your bushel of hair and running them along your slit. You gasped and tensed, and both corners of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. He knew that was the first time another's hands had touched you in your most sensitive area even without your reaction. Once he was sure he had gathered enough of your slick, he held his fingers up for you to see.

"Wh-what's that?" you stammered out, already sounding out of breath as you settled down from the sudden jolt of pleasure than ran through you when Remmick touched your most intimate area. Your eyes looked over the fingers he was holding up for you to see, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to be looking at. All you saw was what looked like a near-translucent liquid.

"Proof you're preparing for your prince," Remmick smoothly replied. He then licked his fingers clean, groaning and closing his eyes, relishing the small sampling of you. As he opened his eyes once he was finished, he placed his hands on your hips and lifted you off his lap. He set you on top of your shared bed of furs and blankets and laid you back with the same care and gentleness shown to a porcelain doll.

"Wait!" You reached for your flower crown and carefully took it off to set it to the side, all nice and safe. "I don't want my flower crown to get messed up."

Remmick smiled, genuinely feeling a sense of warmth he hadn't felt in centuries as you showed concern for his gift to you. You were such a breath of fresh air for his weary, ancient being. Your innocent concern and all the carnal things he was about to show you made for a delicious juxtaposition.

His pants suddenly felt tighter.

"Now then princess," Remmick said, his large hands gingerly pushing your thighs apart. He watched your expression carefully and stopped spreading your legs as soon as the slightest hint of discomfort crossed your features. His gaze then dropped down to your bushel of hair and he swallowed thickly, knowing you were all slick for him under there.

"I want you to relax," he continued, squeezing and kneading both of your thighs, his gaze returning to yours as he bunched the skirt of your nightgown around your waist. "Just relax, princess. Your body is preparing for your handsome prince, but I'm going to help you along. Make sure everything feels good."

He flashed you a grin, which made tingles run down your spine as you watched Remmick lay on his stomach and settle himself between your thighs, his hands coming to grip your hips. You let out a tiny squeak as he pulled you closer to his face, and you couldn't help but start to wriggle your hips within his grasp.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice all soft and innocent. You lifted your head off the pelts and blankets to see Remmick looking back at you from where he had his cheek resting against one of your thighs.

"Helping you prepare for your handsome prince," he said in reply. He then raised his head and dropped his gaze to your bushel of hair, which he started to part with one hand so he could get a better look at how aroused you had become. "You're new to these things, my princess. I want to make sure you're ready. It's what a good handsome prince would do."

Remmick admired your slick slit beneath the hair. You were such an innocent-looking thing, but you had become so wet just from your first kiss.

Once his eyes had gotten their fill of you, he then leaned down and opened his mouth, dragging his tongue along your slit. He started at your entrance and went all the way up to your clit. One hand kept you bare and open for him while the other kept you steady as you starting writhing around.

"R-Remmick!" you gasped on a broken breath. You heard him hum in reply, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive flesh. The feel of his tongue on you was most definitely foreign, but it was pleasurable. The more you felt him lapping and sucking at you, the harder it was to stay still. Your body didn't know what to do with these foreign sensations and pleasures.

"Just feel for me, princess," Remmick murmured. He could tell your mind was in disarray from your writhing, and while it pleased him, he needed you relaxed. He knew your virgin body would resist him, and the more relaxed you were, the easier it would be for him to take you. "Just feel and relax. Be a good girl and turn off all the thoughts in your pretty head."

Good girl.

You moaned and mewled. Remmick's hand tightened its grip on you in a firm way, but only to ensure you were still enough that he could properly taste and taint you. He squeezed your hip as he circled his tongue around your entrance, the source of the essence he was drinking down like blood from the artery. He then dragged his tongue upwards to your clit to lick and flick it, making this pressure within you build and grow.

You felt like you were about to burst any second. Your hands found his hair and gripped like he was a lifeline. The feel of your small nails digging into his scalp made him hiss softly, and he gave your clit a particularly hard suck between his teeth.

"Remmick!" you whined, back arching off the pelts and blankets. That pressure inside of you finally burst, and it was the most intense pleasure you had ever felt all it once. The feeling came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You squeezed your eyes shut and let every sensation come over you—from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers.

Remmick had to use both hands to keep you still as you experienced your first orgasm. He had you pinned to the pelts and blankets by your hips as he sampled your gush of nectar from the source.

As much as he would have liked to lap up every last drop, he knew your juices would help ease him into your virgin body. With great effort he pulled away from your quivering hips and thighs. He lazily swiped his tongue over his lips, gathering every bit of your essence as he watched your eyes flutter open.

You were beautiful. Even in the throes of carnal passion, you still looked like an angel. You were all soft and flushed and pliant. Your eyes, all wide and innocent just minutes ago, were now darkened and glassy with desire. The way the candlelight caught the slight sheen of sweat on your skin made you look like you were glowing faintly in the dimness of the old chapel. Your lips were parted just so, soft breaths slipping past them as you settled from your first orgasm.

"Don't speak," Remmick said, his voice a soft, rough murmur as he reached over to silence you, placing his index finger over your soft lips the second he saw them part further as if to speak. "You feel good, don't you, princess? I made you feel good."

You nodded slowly, still in a bit of a daze. You did feel good. You felt like you were floating on a cloud of bliss and pleasure, and it was all because of Remmick.

Remmick smiled. He could read you like a book, but it felt good hearing you confirm what he already knew. It gave his ego a good stroke and made his pants feel unbearably tight.

He helped you out of your nightgown, tossing it aside and laying you back down once you were free of the garment, getting a good look at your bare body. His eyes and hands trailed over you. The very tips of his fingers could feel your veins and the blood they carried beneath your skin. You were so soft and warm. You were alive.

It almost made him want to keep you alive a little while longer.

Almost.

Everything that made you mortal would be sacrificed in exchange for eternity.

You would never be free of Remmick, and he would keep you by his side until the end of time.

Forever his princess.

Remmick started to take his clothing off. His suspenders were the first to go, then followed by his shirt, both of them joining your nightgown to the side. You watched him undress from where you lay, unable to keep yourself from staring and blushing. This was the first time you were seeing a man in a state of undress.

"Now, my princess, I won't lie to you," he said, once again laying on his stomach and settling himself between your thighs, "these things can…hurt. It can hurt your little princess body at first." He placed his hands on your thighs and once again spread them open, stopping the second he saw discomfort flicker over your features. "But your prince will take care of you. And you'll be a good princess and tell your prince if he's hurting you, won't you?"

"Yes, Remmick," you softly replied.

"Good girl," he purred.

Remmick gently pressed the tip of his index finger against your soaked entrance. His crimson gaze watched your face carefully as he started to ever so slowly push his finger into you. He felt your body tense before the discomfort changed your expression and he stopped right away.

"You're okay. It's okay." His voice was a soothing, low rumble in the dim light of candles. He pulled his finger away so you could crawl atop of you, his half-naked body covering yours.

"Look at me," he gently commanded. Your brows were slightly furrowed from the earlier discomfort of something trying to breach your virgin entrance, but you didn't look like you were in outright pain, nor did you look frightened.

"Th-that hurt a little," you shyly stammered, remembering to be a good princess and tell your prince if he was hurting you.

"I know," Remmick replied. "Relax. Relax, my princess."

He leaned down to kiss you, his hand reaching down to place his index finger at your entrance again. He swirled it around the edge, gathering as much of your slick as he could for lubricant, then started gently pushing into you. When he felt you tense again, he deepened the kiss and started to slip his tongue past your lips.

"Shh, it's okay," he cooed against the kiss, as if coaxing a small creature out of hiding. "Let me in, my princess. Let in your prince."

You wanted this. Your body's resistance was frustrating. You wondered if these intimate matters were difficult for everyone. This was making you feel guilty and like there was something wrong with you.

"Deep breath right here," Remmick murmured, the sound of his voice dispersing your rapidly fraying thoughts, almost as if he knew you were starting to spiral within your mind. You felt the comforting weight of his free hand as he placed it over your stomach. "Right here, my princess. Deep breath with your tummy." He pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch you inhale, your stomach rising as you filled yourself with air. "Let it out slowly now." The air you inhaled left your body slowly just as Remmick had said.

"You didn't even notice, did you?" he said, the grin on his face audible in his words. A moment of confusion settled over your features before it was quickly replaced by the realization of a new sensation between your legs.

Remmick had slipped his finger inside of you.

It felt strange to your virgin body, but he was inside of you.

"You're such a good princess," he praised, returning his mouth to yours to reward you with a kiss. "I knew you could do it."

"I'm doing good?" you asked, soft and shy.

"You're doing more than good, my princess," Remmick reassured. "You're doing wonderfully."

Your smile was bright in the dim candlelight. You felt relieved and happy. Your arms reached for Remmick and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer for more kisses, which he was more than happy to give, especially when it distracted you from the hesitation of being penetrated for the first time.

The weird feeling of having something inside the most intimate part of you faded slowly and turned into something more pleasurable as Remmick moved his finger deeply and slowly within you. He would pull out, almost all the way, and then push back into your wet, tight heat, which you could feel was ever so slowly loosening as he twisted and gently curled his finger within you.

"Need to get you ready," Remmick murmured against your lips, teasing his tongue along the seam, eliciting a sweet noise of pleasure from you. "Need my princess ready for her prince." He pressed his thumb against your clit; another orgasm would get you even more relaxed and lubricated for him.

"Remmick!" you mewled, your nails digging into his bare skin as you felt his thumb pressing the most sensitive part of your body. Your back arched, your breasts pressing against Remmick's chest.

"There she is." Remmick moved his finger in and out of you in time with the pressing and rubbing of his thumb on your clit, breaking the kiss so he could watch you fall apart. "Come again, my princess. Come for your prince."

Remmick watched with rapt attention at the expressions your face made while on the edge of ecstasy. The same angelic face he watched night after night peacefully sleep now contorted in pure pleasure—pleasure he was giving you. It took him great restraint not to finish in his pants from the sight.

Remmick gently pulled his hand away from you. He had to keep it together again as he saw the shine of your juices soaking his index finger, a strand even briefly connecting your sopping hole to his hand before breaking. He cleaned each drop from his skin thoroughly with his tongue as you trembled and panted from another orgasm, all hot and flushed and sweaty.

You blinked a few times, your eyes staring up at the ceiling of the old chapel as you took a moment to regain your bearings. You felt like you were floating again, but movement out of the corners of your eyes caught your attention, and you turned your head to see Remmick taking off the rest of his clothing.

Your eyes widened when you saw the very thing you were feeling in his pockets after your first kiss.

You had never seen a man before, so Remmick looked big to you.

Would he fit? He got his finger inside of you, but this…this was much different than a finger. But he helped you take his finger as painlessly as possible. You trusted your handsome prince. A prince would never hurt his princess.

"It's not very princess-like to stare, sweet girl."

Somehow, you felt your cheeks darken more than they already were. You swallowed nervously and met his gaze. The same teasing in his words was also on his face. Suddenly feeling flustered, you turned your head away and curled up on your side, to which you heard Remmick chuckle.

"But I don't mind, sweet girl," Remmick continued before you could stammer anything out. You felt him gently take your shoulder so he could lay you on your back again and look at your flustered face. "You're just curious about your handsome prince, isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you replied shyly. You knew Remmick wasn't truly upset with you staring at him, but it still made you feel better to hear him tell you he didn't mind.

Remmick smiled and patted you on the cheek; you were precious inside and out. He then sat between your legs, parting them to wrap around his waist.

"Remember to be a good princess and tell your prince if he's hurting you," he said to you softly. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips for encouragement and reassurance. "Relax and let me in, my princess, just like last time."

You took in a shaky breath. Another followed, this one coming from your stomach, just as Remmick had you do earlier. You were very nervous, yet also excited. Such intimate scenes were not included in the fairytales you read as a little girl, and though these matters were just barely being introduced to you, you still found yourself anticipating what was coming next.

Remmick was, too. He was going to finally lay his claim on you after so much time spent watching you live your life from the shadows he had been confined to for centuries. He was going to claim your virginity and mortality and bind you to him, making you part of him and his existence of shadows and blood.

Forever.

You squeaked like a small forest creature as you felt Remmick at your entrance, notching himself. He felt you tense and was quick to start soothing and encouraging you.

"Shh, shh, shh," he hushed. One hand held your hip while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing the skin under your eye. "You can do it, my princess. I know you can. Just breathe the way I told you to."

"O-okay," you said with a nod, your breath shaking from nerves and anticipation. It took you a couple of breaths to get your breathing to even out, especially as you felt Remmick rubbing himself up and down your slit, coating his tip with your juices. Each time he brushed over your clit you would mewl and wriggle, his hand at your hip gripping more firmly to keep you still.

"Such an excitable princess," he teased. He notched himself at your entrance again. "Take in a few breaths now, sweetness. Get yourself nice and relaxed."

With Remmick no longer teasing your clit with his tip, you were able to breathe easier. You took in one deep breath after the other, making sure your belly was filling and deflating with air. As you breathed deeply, both of Remmick's hands gripped your hips to keep you steady as he started to push into you.

"Just like that, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath ticking the sensitive skin of your neck. He nuzzled into you and gave you soft kisses as little whimpering noises started coming from your throat. "You're doing so well for your handsome prince. So well, pretty girl." He caught of whiff of the blood pulsing in your veins and bit back a growl, not wanting to scare you as you experienced penetration for the first time. Just the scent of your blood beneath your skin made him want to rut into you like a wild animal, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet. He had to give you the fairytale experience first, and then he could ease you into true carnal depravity.

Once you were bound to him, he would have all the time in the world to show you the wonders of the flesh.

"I…I think I did it," you said aloud, your voice soft as your mind vocalized its thoughts. You glanced to the side and saw Remmick pulling away from the crook of your neck, taking with him the small kisses he was leaving behind.

"You did do it, sweet princess," he said to you. He then gently took one of your hands and placed it between your legs, allowing for you to feel the connection between your bodies. Your eyes widened, and then you started to smile. The innocent pride forming on your face was a stark contrast to the lust glazing your eyes. Remmick didn't feel all the way in, but just the amount you could feel was inside of you was more than enough encouragement. It made you feel braver and more prepared for the rest.

"I'm going to start moving now," Remmick said, allowing you a moment to physically and mentally prepare yourself. Both of his hands took one of yours, placing one on either side of your head and gently holding them down. He loomed over you, his shadow covering you. "Just keep being a good girl, okay?"

"Okay," you softly replied.

Remmick leaned down and placed a kiss against your cheek. He placed one more, two more, and then started to trail them down along your jaw. At the same time you felt him moving his hips. He pushed more and more of himself into you, eliciting a sweet symphony of pained and pleased noises from your throat.

"That's it," he breathed against your skin as he soothed and revered you with his mouth. "It'll hurt, but it'll feel good. All at once." He started to nibble and nip at your neck with each kiss, both pleasuring you and teasing himself for the moment of finally biting you. "Just relax, sweet girl. Let in your prince."

You bit back a whine, the sound getting stuck in your throat. The stretching of your most intimate area hurt, yet you wanted more. It was an interesting paradox you found yourself in. Your want for this intimacy pushed against the pain and fear of it. You felt them pushing and pushing against each other until your desire won in the end and eclipsed your hesitancy.

"Remmick!" you gasped. Your hands tensed and twisted within your prince's grasp, but he easily kept them pinned against the furs and blankets of your shared bed. Your hips wriggled and squirmed, rubbing against Remmick's as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

"Damn!" he cursed with a soft breath into your neck, keeping his face nuzzled close to the artery pulsing within. "You feel so good, princess. So good." He carefully pulled himself out, just enough so half of him was still inside of you, and then pushed himself back in with the same care. He knew to start with a slow pace, but the temptation to let loose right away was there.

You met each of Remmick's thrusts with soft mewls and moans. You felt him kissing and licking and nipping at your neck again as your body gently moved beneath his, your breasts bouncing slightly against his chest.

"C-can you…can you go faster?" you stammered out between breaths and moans. You were feeling particularly brave now, and Remmick had more than shown he could be trusted with your well-being.

"As my princess commands," you heard him growl softly against your neck. He then started to move faster, pushing in and out of you with more haste. Your request had pleased him greatly and finally allowed him to take you the way he wanted to, and he liked hearing his sweet princess vocalize what she wanted during intimacy. He would make sure to cultivate this over the centuries.

As Remmick picked up the pace of his thrusting, so did the noises coming out of you. More of your moans and mewls and gasps spilled out of you and into the candlelit space of the abandoned chapel. With a whine you let your head fall to the side, resting on your cheek as you listened to the sound of your own noises blending with the clapping of skin against skin.

"Mng! Remmick! O-oh! Remmick!"

The way you cried out his name elicited more growling from Remmick between his grunting and groaning into the skin of your neck. You sounded so sweet. He couldn't remember the last time he heard something that made his spine tingle all the way to its very base.

And your blood. He kept his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he took you so he could breathe in the sweet life essence flowing through your body as he took you. You smelled delicious. Even now that you weren't a virgin anymore, your blood still possessed a unique smell that he couldn't wait to taste on his tongue. He started to drool, thick saliva coating your skin, but you were too lost in the carnal moment to notice.

"So good, my princess," he panted, a grunt following. His hands tightened their grip on yours, becoming more firm than painful, keeping your arms pinned. He dragged his tongue along the column of your throat, spreading more of his thick, sticky saliva like a claim on you. "Gods above! You're incredible!"

Remmick's fangs couldn't keep themselves out of your veins for another second longer, and with his release fast approaching, he was going to let all of himself go.

As he bit into your neck, his fangs digging deep and piercing your veins, the mask of the fairytale prince fell away. Remmick revealed himself as the monster under the bed he truly was, but as your pained scream rang through the night, it was far too late for you to turn back. You had handed yourself over to what you believed was your handsome prince, and now the creature beneath the pretty mask had laid its claim over you and tied you to him.

The sounds of pleasure coming out of you quickly turned into pained, fearful whimpers. You struggled as you felt Remmick suckling the blood out of your throat, but he kept you underneath him, his hips thrusting wildly against yours and stilling once a warmth started to fill you.

"Take me," he groaned, his voice mumbled as he spoke with his mouth full of your blood and flesh. "Take me, my princess, as I take you."

Once satisfied, Remmick unlatched from your neck. He pulled away and finally released you, but you felt too weak from blood loss to do anything but lay there as he slid out of you with a wet squelch. Your eyes, now partially closed and dulled, took in the sight of Remmick's bloody mouth, but you were too weakened to recoil in fear and disgust.

"There, there," he cooed softly. He laid next to you on your shared bed of pelts and furs and gingerly wrapped his arms around you to pull you against his chest. "I know you must be scared, but you shouldn't be." One hand started to pet your hair. His other arm remained a tight band around your body to keep you right where you belonged. "You'll be with your handsome prince forever now, my princess." He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Our happily ever after will never end."

You replied with a soft groan. You didn't have the energy for any of this; you were only able to catch a few of Remmick's words in the state you were in.

With his essence inside of you and your blood inside of him, a bond had been forged, one that wouldn't break so easily.

And that's how Remmick wanted it.

You felt Remmick nuzzle into your hair, still petting it gently. "I can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when you awaken." He gave you another kiss on the top of your head, and then another on your forehead. "We'll have all the time in the world together." The hand keeping you held next to him slid down your body and between your thighs, feeling the slick slowly drying there. You whimpered softly and weakly jerked your hips, unable to resist the pleasure he was wringing out of you still.

Stack

Stack had been leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, talking your ear off about another ridiculous plan of his. He was throwing you that lopsided grin that always meant trouble and kept making you laugh.

You didn’t plan to kiss him. You just…did.

You leaned in while he was mid-sentence. The words died on his tongue the instant your lips touched his. For half a second, he froze, blinking like he wasn’t sure what just happened. Then his hand shot out, catching you by the hip before you could retreat.

“Well, damn,” he breathed against your mouth, his grin curling back in place, showing you that golden tooth. "Didn’t know it was that kinda conversation."

You tried to step back, but he wasn’t having it. He tugged you closer until you stumbled into his lap. "Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Y'don’t get to drop a bomb like that and just walk away."

He kissed you again and is thumb brushed along your jaw, tilting your face just enough so he could catch the little sound you made when he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, still smiling.

"Thanks, baby. Been wantin' to do that all damn day."

You laughed breathlessly and he squeezed your waist before letting you go.

"Now," he added, eyes glinting, "or you can either pretend that didn’t just happen…or you can stay right here for round two. Your call, baby."

No need to say, you ended up having one hell of a make out session after that.

Mary

Mary was sitting cross-legged on the couch, painting her nails cherry red while humming under her breath. You’d been watching her for a while and before you even realized what you were doing, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers.

She gasped, the brush slipping and leaving a streak of red across her thumb.

You pulled back, mortified. "Mary, I—"

But before you could finish apologising, she caught your chin between her fingers and tilted your face back toward hers. The corner of her mouth curled into a slow, knowing smile.

"Well, sugar plum," she murmured, "if that’s your way of sayin’ hello, I’ve been greetin’ people wrong my whole life."

She leaned in and kissed you. She tasted like cherries. "You tryin’ to kill me again, sweet thing? My poor heart can’t take surprises like that."

You smiled shyly. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Oh, hush," she interrupted with a laugh, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. "You meant it. And I loved it. End of story."

You smiled and kissed her again. At least, you knew now that kissing Mary would never be a problem.

Bo Chow

Bo was leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands stained faintly with motor oil and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was talking about something, some repair job of some kind. You’d been trying real hard to focus on what he was saying, but you kept getting lost in the curve of his mouth, the rough rasp in his tone, the glint of sweat on his throat from working under the sun.

And then you just…did it.

You stepped close, plucked the cigarette from his lips, and kissed him.

The world stopped for a heartbeat.

Bo didn’t move. Then, as the shock melted into a grin, his hand came up fast to cup your cheek and he hummed into the kiss.

When he pulled away, that grin of his turned into a smirk. "Well, hell. If I knew ya were gonna do that, I’d’ve stopped talkin’ sooner."

You laughed, a little flustered, trying to step back, but he tugged you right back against him. His thumb brushed over your lip, his gaze dark and warm all at once.

"Hey hey now…none o’ that," he tutted playfully. "Not done yet. Ya don’t just light a fire and walk away, baby. That’s not how it works."

He kissed you again with his arms around your body and chuckled before finally letting you go. He wiped his thumb along your jaw where a little smear of oil had rubbed off. "Now look what ya made me do. Got grease all over ya. Guess I’ll have to clean ya up later, huh?"

And he scrubbed you squeaky clean…

Cornbread

Cornbread was half-asleep on the couch when you did it. He’d been sprawled there like a cat, one arm draped over his eyes, the other dangling off the side of the couch holding a half-empty glass. You’d been watching him for a while. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t even think before leaning in.

Your lips brushed his, soft as a breath.

He froze for half a second, then his lips curved into that lazy, lopsided grin you knew too well.

"Well, I’ll be damned," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. "Didn’t know I was dreamin’ yet."

You started to pull away, embarrassed, but his hand came up slow and steady, catching you by the back of the neck. His thumb traced your jaw, calloused and gentle all at once.

"Uh-uh," he said, his eyes opened now. "Ain’t no way you’re kissin’ me like that and walkin’ off. No ma’am/sir."

He tugged you closer, just enough for your lips to meet his again. His free hand came to rest at your waist, keeping you there while he deepened the kiss. When he eventually let you go, his grin had gone soft around the edges. "You got a funny way of wakin’ a man up," he teased. "But I like it."

You rolled your eyes, but he chuckled and tipped his head back against the couch. "Don’t stop on my account," he added, patting his chest with a wink. "Reckon I could get used to that kinda alarm clock."

Annie

You found her at her worktable, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy braid, muttering to herself as she pressed dried herbs into little glass jars.

She didn’t even notice you coming up behind her.

"Annie?" you whispered her name softly, and she turned just as you leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t long. Just a quick, impulsive press of lips. But it was enough to stop her completely.

Her eyes went wide with her lips parting slightly in awe. "Oh—oh my stars," she breathed out, voice trembling with surprise and delight.

You started to step back, suddenly shy, but Annie’s l hands caught your shirt. "Wait—" she said quickly with a happy smile. "Now, where are you runnin’ off to?"

You blinked, amused, but before you could answer, she was already tugging you back in.

This time she kissed you. Her hands lingered against your chest, feeling your heartbeat, grounding herself in it. When she pulled back, she chuckled, her eyes crinkling with happiness. "Now how am I supposed to focus on work?"

You smiled, brushing your thumb against her cheek. "Guess you’ll just have to take a break."

She looked at you, then at the herbs on the table, then back at you and laughed again, bright and gentle. "Yeah. Maybe I will."

And when she leaned in for another kiss, it tasted faintly of honey and sunshine.

Bert

It wasn’t planned. You just… did it.

Bert froze. Eyes wide. Lips still parted from whatever snarky comment he’d been about to make. For one glorious second, you saw his entire brain stop processing…then his eyebrows shot up.

"…Did—did you just—" He blinked. "—kiss me?"

You smirked. "Mhm."

Before you could pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck and laughed, low and breathless. "Oh, hell yeah. Come here, darlin’."

The next kiss was hungry and messy, his hands cupping your face, pulling you closer until your breath hitched. He smiled against your mouth and licked inside your mouth…chasing your taste like a starving dog. You broke away and his grin was downright wicked. "Thanks for the gift, baby."

You started to say something, but he cut you off by kissing you again. "Mm-mm. Not done yet. Daddy needs his sugar. Give it here."

You shoved at his shoulder and laughed. And when you kissed him again, he hummed against your lips, smiling so hard you felt it.

Joan

Joan was arranging a stack of papers at the dining table. You watched her for a moment, the way the lamplight caught her silhouette and highlighted the sharp elegance of her features.

You leaned in and kissed her.

She froze immediately, paper trembling in her hands. Her eyes went wide, shock flickering across her otherwise composed face.

Before you could step back, Joan’s hand lifted, brushing your cheek with the gentlest touch. Her fingers lingered there as she leaned into you, meeting your lips with a slow, deliberate kiss. When she pulled away, her eyes softened, glimmering with something she rarely let anyone see.

Her hand remained against your cheek as she leaned back just slightly, her gaze lingering, soft but intense. "A rather sweet kiss. I suppose…I’ll allow it. And I suppose you have another one for me? It would be rude to not kiss me again."

Over the time you two had been together, he became more comfortable with the way he was, vampiric self and all. Your unconditional love seemed to help with that.

Still, a tiny part of him was terrified that something, even something so small as realizing he had seen the Viking raids of Ireland in the 8th century, would make you realize he was a monster that wasn't worth the time you had given him.

First, it had been the more obvious things; his thirst for blood, the glowing red eyes, his near nonexistant refractory period (this he was certainly not embarrassed about). Then, as time went on, it became the more obscure things, like the fact that he had forgotten what his face looked like.

A few weeks after this startling realization, you had gifted him a painting of himself, looking over the water as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. You had painted it as true to life as possible, making sure to include his high cheekbones and gentle Cupid's bow. His eyes were blue, but you could see just the faintest hint of his fangs peeking out from his mouth.

His face had been impossible to read, and briefly you had been concerned that he hated the painting you had made of him.

Instead, he gently set the painting down before throwing himself at your feet, curling one of his arms around your thighs while the other reached under your dress to rip off your underwear as fast as he could before shoving his face into your cunt.

After physically showing you how much he liked and appreciated the painting, he told you with his words, peppering your face with kisses as he did so.

It was at that point you had decided it was crucial that that Remmick needed to experience little bits of normality.

You had realized fairly early into your endeavor that it was more challenging than you'd initially thought. Over the years you'd known Remmick, you had learned what vampire myths were based in truth and which ones were not. Holy water and crosses were more of a nuisance than anything else, but he couldn't enter an occupied building without an invitation (that definitely came in handy when you felt like teasing him by fucking yourself on your fingers, leaving him only to watch from outside).

Some of myths did not really affect him on a daily basis, like the holy water. Others, like the fact that he couldn't go out in the sun, were much harder to plan around.

This idea of giving Remmick gifts and trying to make him feel normal, even briefly, began to plague your waking thoughts. It was the first thing you thought about when you woke up, and the last thing you thought about before falling asleep.

You wanted him to feel normal, but you didn’t want to risk him believing you wanted him to be normal. You loved Remmick just the way he was, and you wouldn't change him for the world, but you knew, on some level, that he was self conscious about himself, and you certainly didn't want to add to that.

You had been baking for your newlywed neighbors when you had the metaphorical lightbulb moment. The wonderful lesbian couple across the street that always waved and never bat an eye at Remmick's odd hours (one of whom Remmick had insisted was a werewolf and you'd told him off because no, just because a woman didn't shave that didn't make her a werewolf) had gotten married in the summer and just returned from their honeymoon, and you wanted to surprise them with a lemon cake as a married-housewarming gift.

The date of your own one year anniversary was rapidly approaching, and you were worrying incessantly over what to get him. Worrying so much in fact, that you barely noticed you'd cut yourself slicing the lemon garnish until the stinging pain of lemon juice seeped into the fresh wound.

"Fuck!" you yelled, rushing to the sink to wash out the cut in hopes it would dull the pain. You attempted to breathe through the pain, crossing your fingers that it wasn't so serious you needed stitches.

After a minute or two, you turned off the sink and grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, being careful to pad your finger dry and check the severity.

"Well, it doesn't look too bad…" you trailed off, looking at your cake, only to realize you'd somehow gotten drops of blood onto the frosting. Tears welled up, frustrated that you'd spent so much time on the dessert, only to ruin it with blood.

And then you had an idea.

You had scoured the internet; and were shocked to find how few recipes there were for desserts with real, human blood. There was, of course, fake but edible blood, then edible foods that contained other mammal blood, like blood sausage (Remmick had told you that he'd tried it once and it was fine but certainly not the same as human blood), and then finally recipes that contained human blood more for rituals and less for consumption.

On some level, you were relieved (you guessed?) that there wasn't some cannibal cookbook floating around on the internet.

On another level, you were definitely on some kind of FBI watchlist now.

At some point you had given up on finding recipes with blood, and instead decided on replacing some of the ingredients that traditionally went into a cake. Through the use of Chef Google, you had determined that because blood was a protein, you need to replace other proteins in a recipe… like eggs.

You had also decided on the timeline: you had to make it around your anniversary, but you decided to wait until he left your apartment to go hunting for a couple days; this way, he wouldn't immediately notice something was off when he arrived home to find you anemic and more tired than usual.

Your plan was coming together perfectly.

Remmick arrived home the night before your official one year anniversary date. He, of course, knew it was your anniversary the next day; he couldn't ever forget such an important day. He assumed you were getting him something nice, like new suspenders, or a coupon for him to go down on you for as long as he wanted.

He had even briefly considered the idea of you getting him another gift, similar to the painting of himself, before quickly dismissing the thought. He felt selfish for even thinking of the idea, because any gift from you he would cherish.

You heard the front door open and ran to greet him, feeling like a housewife from the 50s.

"Oh, you're home!" You exclaimed, giving him a quick kiss and moving away quickly when he tried to deepen it.

"SO!" you started, nervous about your gift. Your heart was racing, and you knew he could hear it. "My plan originally was to give you your gift after dinner but I can't wait any longer and want to give it to you now!"

"I'm not gonna complain, darlin', especially since I can hear your heart tryin' to leap out your chest," he joked. You chuckled nervously, annoyed as hell that your heart was giving it away.

You walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the plate and cloche, then nudged the door closed with your arm. Remmick had sat himself down at the bar, patiently waiting for your present.

"Okay," you explained. "I tried my best but there wasn't exactly a 'how to' for this, so I kinda winged it… wung it?" You told him to close his eyes, set the platter down, and very carefully removed the cloche.

"You can open them now!" You said, and Remmick did as he was told. You had presliced a piece, worried he wouldn't be able to tell with the frosting.

A dark red velvet slice of cake sat on the platter. It was a much deeper, darker red than traditional red velvet, moreso looking like the secret ingredient you had replaced the eggs with. You had ensured the cream cheese frosting was stark white by adding the tiniest drop of purple food coloring the neutralize the yellow tones.

You'd even only added a thin layer of frosting, as you didn't know if Remmick's (surprisingly) delicate stomach could take frosting… or if cream cheese existed even when he was human.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were proud of how the cake turned out. Other than the color (and the slightest smell of iron) you weren't sure a regular person would be able to tell there was something off about the cake.

"I don't know if you can tell, or how it smells to you, but in the cake there's-"

"Blood," Remmick cuts you off, staring at the slice of cake. His face was blank, his eyes laser focused. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, and you tried to remind yourself to breath normally. You hadn't had a panic attack in years, but if Remmick didn't react or show any emotion at all you were worried it was coming.

Remmick looked away from the cake and made eye contact with you, and instantly your fears melted away. His facial expression hadn't changed much, but you had spent almost every day (night?) with this being and knew that he was overwhelmed. It was the closest you'd ever come to seeing him cry, and that included when he was telling you the story of how he was turned all those centuries ago.

His fingers flexed, in the way they did when the more primitive part of his brain was trying to decide if his claws should come out; not because he was in danger, but because he was so overpowered with emotion. You pushed the platter a little closer and set the fork on the counter near his hand.

He slowly picked up the fork and began to cut a bite off the piece of cake. The silence felt overpowering, and you had to fill it somehow.

"This probably won't surprise you, but there aren't many recipes online for human consumption with human blood, so I replaced the eggs instead. Google also if you added 'too much' blood the taste gets iron-y, but that was kind of the goal here…" you trailed off as he put the fork into his mouth, waiting with bated breath.

Remmick made a noise that, if you were in the bedroom, would have made you gush. Instead, you were flattered.

"This is so good," he said, shoveling another forkful into his mouth. He briefly slowed down his chewing.

"I should save it," he reminded himself.

"Oh there's a whole cakeful left in the fridge," you told him. He paused, made eye contact with you, then began chewing faster, eager to eat more of the blood cake you'd made him.

"I know it's been forever since you had real food that didn't taste like ash, so hopefully this helped?" You asked, somehow still a little nervous about the gift.

He stopped and swallowed, then immediately stood up and hugged you faster than you could think. His breath smelled like iron and chocolate, and you assumed that if anything or anyone else smelled like this, it would be repulsive. But it was Remmick, and it was home. He leaned back to look you in the eyes, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"This is the best gift anyone's ever givin' me darlin', truly".

"…And here's your salt free cupcake. Have a nice day!" You told the fae as they left, the electronic bell ringing as the door opened. The fae's wings shimmered as they disappeared into hiding. You had originally placed an old, physical bell to alert when someone entered the store, but a surprising number of them were made out of metals that many of your customers were allergic to. It was immediately replaced.

The bakery was easy to walk by if you didn't know it existed; the front was plain and without dressing, other than the WELCOME sign that was removed at the end of every shift, so light fingered vampires couldn't attempt a break in. You ensured that steel and silver never made it near the inside of the bakery, and you always kept a little notecard in your apron pocket listing the creatures that you could and could not thank:

Vampires + werewolves = THANK

Fae = DO NOT THANK

You had just started thoroughly cleaning the countertops so you could start on the baked goods that required certain ingredients when the doorbell rang again. You looked up to greet them and stopped.

It was your lesbian neighbor.

"Hello!" You greeted, trying to hide your confusion. The bakery was well known, sure, but only in certain circles. It was a safe haven for supernatural creatures to find comfort food, or even just a space where they could be themselves without worry of persecution. It was imperative that the world didn't find out about this space.

Your neighbor took off her sunglasses and smiled, revealing striking yellow eyes and fangs peeking out from her mouth.

"Oh."

Remmick was right. You knew he was going to be so insufferable about it.

"I've heard great things about this place!" your neighbor told you. "How did you come up with this idea?"

Stack

Stack acts amused. That’s how you know he’s jealous. Some guy at the bar buys you a drink? Stack starts grinning like he’s watching a comedy special.

“Oh this is adorable,” he says, leaning back. “Lil’ man thinks he has a chance.”

The stranger gets cocky and touches your arm. Stack’s smile disappears instantly. He stands slowly, walks over, takes your drink from your hand, downs it in one go, then wraps an arm around your waist.

“Lemme help ya out, buddy,” he says pleasantly. “That one’s taken.”

The guy scoffs. Big mistake. Stack leans in close enough for his eyes to flash red. “Now walk away before I stop using manners.”

Afterward he’s all smug—pulling you into his lap, kissing your shoulder, muttering: “People got real bad survival instincts around you, baby.”

Mary

Mary gets real mad real quick. You’ll be chatting happily with someone and suddenly realize Mary’s gone quiet beside you. Very quiet. Then she smiles politely at the person flirting with you.

And somehow that’s worse.

“Oh sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve misunderstood the situation.”

The room suddenly feels ten degrees colder. The flirt nervously laughs. Mary doesn’t. She steps beside you, smooth as silk, and gently fixes your collar like she owns you.

Because she does.

“You’re wasting your time,” she says sweetly. “They’re already spoken for.”

Then she takes your hand and leads you away with perfect elegance while the poor soul behind you reconsiders every life choice they’ve ever made.

Bo

Bo gets OFFENDED. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”

You’re just standing there while some stranger flirts. “Nah, nah, hold on. I leave ya unattended for FIVE minutes and suddenly folks think there’s applications open?”

He marches over, grabs your waist possessively, and points at himself. “Do I look dead to you? ‘Cause I’m standin’ right here.”

The stranger awkwardly apologizes. Bo just laughs humorlessly.

“Damn right.” Then he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “And you. Smilin’ all pretty at people. D’ya enjoy seein’ me suffer or somethin’?”

Meanwhile his hand never leaves your hip the rest of the night. Not once.

Bert

Bert gets jealous in the funniest possible way.“OH this motherfucker’s flirting.”

You almost choke laughing because he says it with genuine betrayal. The stranger tries to introduce themselves and Bert shakes their hand aggressively.

“Hi. Husband. Existing husband. Current husband. Permanent husband.”

The person leaves almost immediately.

Bert turns to you, offended. “Did you SEE that? Right in front of me! The nerve!”

You’re laughing too hard to answer. He grabs your face dramatically. “Baby. How dare ya?! I’m sensitive. Delicate. Frail. I demand kisses! Now!” Proceeds to kiss you all over your face.

Five minutes later he’s over it and asking if you wanna get fries.

Joan

Joan’s jealousy is terrifying because she remains perfectly composed. Someone flirts with you at a bookstore café and Joan simply watches from across the room.

Calm. Elegant. Deadly.

Then she closes her book, stands, and glides over.

“Darling,” she says to you warmly, completely ignoring the stranger at first. “There you are.”

She kisses your hand. Only then does she acknowledge the other person with a small glance. “…Still here?”

The flirt stammers something awkward.

Joan smiles faintly. “How persistent.”

You can practically hear the person’s survival instincts activating. Joan loops her arm through yours and walks away without another word, entirely confident you’ll follow.

You do. Obviously.

Annie

Annie gets clingy when jealous. Someone compliments you and suddenly Annie is attached to your arm like glue.

“Oh wow,” she says brightly. “That’s so sweet! They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

You can already hear the danger underneath the cheerfulness. The stranger nods nervously. Annie smiles wider. Then she kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your temple.

One after another until you’re laughing.

“Annie—”

“What?” she asks innocently. “I’m just loving my partner.”

The stranger excuses themselves almost immediately.

Annie waits until they’re gone before hugging you tightly. Then she asks for cuddles as compensation for her suffering.

Remmick

Remmick notices immediately.

Doesn’t matter if someone just smiled at you for too long or touched your shoulder in conversation…his head snaps towards it. At first he tries to behave. He stands there with his arms crossed, jaw flexing, eyes narrowed into slits while he watches some idiot laugh at your jokes a little too eagerly.

Then you smile back. Oh, now he’s suffering.

He lets out the most wounded sigh imaginable and mutters to himself: “…Aye. Fine. Cool. Great. Love that.”

You don’t even realize he’s crossed the room until suddenly he’s behind you, chest against your back, chin dropping heavily onto your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says loudly with a large fanged grin.

The poor soul flirting with you goes pale immediately because Remmick is staring at them like he’s mentally measuring their coffin.

You try not to laugh. “Remmick—”

“No, no, continue,” he says sweetly, smile stretched too wide. “Don’t let me interrupt ye flirtin’ with me beloved.”

The person says. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Mmhm.” He does not believe them. One arm snakes around your waist possessively.

“…D’ye mind?” he finally asks them. “Yer seconds away from becomin’ dinner.”

They leave QUICK. The second they’re gone, Remmick turns to you with narrowed eyes.“Did ye enjoy that?”

You grin. “Maybe a little.”

“A little?! Oh, that’s cruel. Yer cruel.” He clutches his chest dramatically. “Flirted with another man right in front o’ me beautiful giant eyes.”

“I smiled at him once.” You tried to justify yourself.

“TWICE.” Then he proceeds to drag you away by the hand so he can sulk in private. Except his sulking mostly consists of him wrapped around you like an overgrown bat while grumbling into your neck. “Should bite people who look at ye too long. Would solve a lotta problems.”

You laugh and kiss his cheek.

He immediately softens.

A harsh knock on the window woke me up from my sleep. Calling it knocking is generous, it was more like banging. I tried to ignore it, but then it would start again, but louder. I groggily got up from my desk, walking over to the window. Outside, Marko is swinging from the tree with a smirk across his face.

He was hanging from the tree branch that was not too far from my bedroom window. He kept swinging back and forth like a kid at recess.

"Were you kicking my window?"

"How else was I meant to knock? My hands are busy." One hand let go of the branch, showing how he could have easily nocked with hands but decided not to.

"Can I come in or not, cutie?"

"Come in." I move back into my room, feeling a strong gust of wind as he comes in. Hearing his boots hit the floor as he landed and walked behind me.

On my desk I see the clock, it was 11:36 pm. Damn, I must have knocked out while trying to study. Marko and I usually meet around 10, no wonder he came to my house.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Marko. I was studying, and I guess I crashed."

"Thought so, cutie." He grabbed me by my arm, pulling me close until I was right up against him. The cool leather touched my skin, helping to wake me up. "So I decided to swing by and save you from boredom."

I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. I intended it to be a small peck on the lips, but Marko kept me in place. He had a metallic taste on his lips, most likely from blood. It was strange at first, but I quickly grew accustomed to it. It's not like the metallic taste was bad at all. I ended up pulling away out of need for air. We break away, and he makes his way to my desk.

"So this is what has all your attention."

He flips through the papers on my desk, some new and some old, that I need to throw away but forgot to. He quickly got bored by it, shifting his attention to a small toy ball I had on my shelves.

"Trust me, I don't want it to. I've been trying to shove this in my brain, but nothing's sticking."

"I can help,I know things." He tosses a small toy ball up in the air, then catches it over and over. I'm not fully sure how he found that,I'm pretty sure I lost that in the mess of my room a whole ago.

"Fine" picking up a random paper and asking a question.

"What year did Columbus set sail?"

"Pass" he says without missing a beat.

"What is the chemical symbol for gold?"

"Um pass"

"How about this, what is the powerhouse of a cell?"

"For sure pass" He throws the ball up and catches it again and again.

I give Marko a blank look because he has been zero help. I wouldn't have to restudy any of this if I actually passed the first time. But last time I decided to go out with Marko instead of studying.

"What? I'm not a trivia guy. That's more Dwayne's thing."

I tossed the papers back on my desk, which was already a mess of different subjects. "How am I ever going to pass any of this?"

"Oh, I know this one,dropping out."

Marko tosses the small ball to me. Catching it, I set it aside out of his reach before he broke something I actually cared about.

"Come on, baby, no job, no college, an infinite future." He walks close to my chair, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

Leaning slightly out of my chair, getting close to his face. Teasing him with the proximity and the slight chance I will say yes. "I'm not dropping out," I state, standing up and pushing him aside so I can collapse onto my bed.

"Oh come on, we turn you, and you leave all that boring stuff," motioning to the stack of papers, "and be with me and Paul."

"and Paul?"

"Paul gets lonely, and who are we to deny him attention?" Marko smirks at his own comment. He takes off his jacket as he makes his way to my bed, dropping down next to me.

I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his chest. His skin was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. Marko ramped an arm around me, his other hand resting on my cheek. He once said he liked to feel my skin because of how warm I felt to him.

"You know, once in the 70s, David and I were—" Marko started to ramble on about some story from his past that randomly came to mind.

He had a habit of rambling, I think it's because he liked the sound of his own voice. It was always interesting to hear about his life as a vampire living through the ages.

His voice continued to soothe me by pulling me out of my own worry-some thoughts. His voice matched his energetic charm while still holding a slightly old-fashioned yet timeless accent. The more I got to know Marko, the more I picked up on things that were hints of the long life he's lived.

Exhaustion started to catch back up to me. I tried to keep my attention on what Marko was saying. Markos's voice was oddly soothing for such an energetic guy. It was always nice to hear him ramble on about something. It gave me a sense of energy yet comfort when needed. But before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.