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A Vow of Shadow And Ash
â ËïœĄâౚà§Ë Knight! Remmick x Princess! Reader
âđ WC: 4.6K words
âđ Summary: You were raised to be a prize for a crown you never wanted, but in the dead of night, the silent knight at your door becomes your ruin. One touch from Remmick is enough to make you forget your vows, choosing the shadow of his possessive claim over the gold of a hollow throne.
âđ contents: Explicit sexual content, knight/princess forbidden romance, heavy power dynamics, possessive & territorial behavior, biting/marking, praise play, dirty talk, overstimulation, p in v, fingering and begging. mdni(18+ only)
Sleep would not come.
It lingered just out of reach, leaving you tangled in silk and fur sheets and restless thoughts that refused to quiet. The fire had burned low. The candles had guttered. Still, your mind paced.
The letter lay open beside your bed.
You had read it too many times now. Each pass made it worse. Not cruel. Not insulting. Just empty. A stranger agreeing to claim you like land, like coin, like something that came with a signature and a seal.
No questions. No interest. No you.
Your chest tightened. Heat prickled behind your eyes, equal parts anger and humiliation.
Skins (2010)
Priest!Jimmy Crystal x nun! reader (18+)
Summary; In which you worship Father Jimmy Crystal in the most unholy and blasphemous way.
Warnings; Sacrilegious themes,dubcon?,semi public sex(in the middle of the chapel) fingering,piv,creampie,choking,fingers in mouth,drool,some dirty talk. Minors do not interact
Divider creds @/chrisssiren
You learn the sound of his footsteps before you ever learn the sound of your own sin.
They echo differently down the rectory hall and slower than the others. Theyâre more deliberate as if he expects the walls to listen.
You always keep your eyes down when you hear him coming.
Thatâs what you were taught holiness looks like: folded hands,bowed head,obedience mistaken for peace.
Father Jimmy Crystal watches you like a prayer thatâs gone unanswered.
His gaze never touches you where itâs allowed. It stays at your mouth when you recite scripture. Your wrists when you pass him the missal. Your knees when you kneel-longer than necessary, long enough to feel wrong.
Itâs the hands that undo you first.
They linger when he blesses you. Just a second too long. Just enough pressure to feel intentional. His thumb brushes the inside of your wrist, where your pulse gives you away, and you swear you feel him smile.
âStill yourself,â he murmurs once, so quietly it could be guidance.
You donât know whether he means your shaking hands or your thoughts.
Confession becomes unbearable after that.
You kneel behind the screen,fabric between you like mercy,and tell him everything except the truth. That your prayers have begun to sound like his name. That when you say forgive me,you are thinking of his mouth on your flesh.
He exhales when you speak and you hear it. A sound too human for the house of God.
âYou are not wicked,â he tells you âYou are only⊠aware.â
His voice drops on the last word and it feels like a transgression all its own.
The next time he passes you in the corridor,he does not touch you at all.
His eyes pin you instead. A dark,unrepentant and unholy stare. A look that says he has already crossed the line and is waiting for you to notice youâve followed.
You hate him for it.
But more importantly you hate yourself.
So you learned to listen for the sound of his steps and go the other way. It was wrong the feelings you were having for him and you were determined to do the right thing. Even if that meant staying away from him.
That night, you kneel alone in the chapel, candlelight trembling,and ask God to take the wanting from you. To carve it out and leave you clean.
Behind you,the door opens.
You donât turn around.
You already know who it is by those familiar steps.
You stay kneeling,fingers laced so tightly your knuckles ache, lips moving around a prayer youâve already forgotten the meaning of.
âEveninâ, Sister.â
Jimmyâs voice is gentle,too gentle. Itâs Irish-soft and rounded at the edges,manners folded neatly around something sharper underneath. The kind of voice that apologizes before it sins.
âYou shouldnât be here,â you reply but it comes out thin.
It was late. Everyone should have been in their rooms. You had offered to clean up the chapel to be able to pray in private. Or so you thought would be in private.
Jimmy closes the door behind him anyway.
âI know,â he answers âForgive me.â
His footsteps approach more closely. Heâs slow and respectful,like heâs walking toward an altar instead of a woman unraveling on cold stone.
You finally turn your head,just enough to see him in your periphery. His collar is immaculate and his hands folded. You flicker your eyes to his and feel a lump in your throat. His eyes are that same dark with intent he refuses to name outright.
âFather,â You swallow âYou canât break curfewâ
A smile ghosts across his mouth,not cruel and not mocking. Almost⊠fond.
âYouâre tremblinâ,â he says softly, as if commenting on the weather and completely ignoring your remark âThat just wonât do.â
âIâm prayinâ,â you insist.
âAye,â he murmurs. âWell,so am I.â
He stops beside you,kneeling close enough that you feel the warmth of him through layers of fabric and vow.
âYou asked him to take it from you,â Jimmy replies with a smirkâThe wantinâ.â
Your breath stutters at his words. You never said that out loud in front of anyone. He had been listening for longer than you had thought.
âI heard you,â he continues with a low reverent tone âEvery word.â
âThat doesnât meanâŠâ You shake your head, shame burning hot behind your eyes. âIt doesnât mean this is right.â
He moved closer to you
The sound of itâŠfabric against stone-hits harder than any touch.
âGod doesnât always ask gently,â he says. âSometimes he presses.â
You stand abruptly,backing away like the space might save you. âDonât say that. Donât put his name onâŠon this.â
Jimmy rises too,slowly with hands open-polite as ever. Like heâs approaching a startled animal.
âIâd never lie to you,â he says. âNot about somethinâ sacred.â
His hand lifts and he hesitates before it settles at your wrist.A brush that could still be accidental if either of you were braver.
You gasp and he feels it. The way your heart thumped from nerves only a school girl with a crush would have.
âSee?â he whispers. âYou feel it too.â
âI feel wrong,â you choke.
His thumb presses lightly,right where your pulse betrays you.
âThen maybe,â Jimmy says quietly,his eyes never leaving yours, âyouâve been taught the wrong shape of right.â
The candles at the alter flicker as you stare at the priest. Your mouth goes dry and your heart keeps thumping
And for the first time,you donât know who youâre afraid of-God or the man who claims to speak for him.
Everything youâve ever known and have been taught suddenly feels like a lie.
You go to excuse yourself from this unbearable situation-when your eyes catch something.
Underneath Jimmyâs black trousers was his painfully obvious erection. It pushed at the black material and your face grows hot. You stagger backwards almost into the alter
âFather,â you finally say âyour-yourâŠâ
Your fingers point down,too ashamed to even let the words slip past your lips.
Jimmy looks down and smirks.
âI know youâre just as excited under there.â
Father Jimmy reaches one hand down to your black tunic.
You gasp as you feel his hand cup your clothed heat
âF-father!â You nearly squeal as your hands grip the alter table behind you. He has you practically pinned.
Your face is a deep flushed color and he just smirks like a man possessed.
âThis is inappropriate.â You finally manage to say.
âThen why are you so wet?â His hand had completely went under and you feel him rub at your underwear along the small wet spot that had formed.
A soft moan leaves your lips as his fingers rub against it and your clit.
You want to push him awayâŠInstead,you part your legs just a bit so he has better access.
Jimmy raises a brow. Half shocked that you,who was all about following the rules of the lord,were so quick to give into temptation.
God,did that make his cock throb even more.
âTake it off,sister.â His voice is low as he uses the hand that isnât in your underwear to brush his fingers against your veil.
With shaky hands,you oblige.
You remove your veil and under veil. Your hair falls into your face and Jimmy moans at the sight.
âFuckin gorgeous you are sister.â He grunts. His hand completely goes into your underwear and his fingers dive inside of you.
He leans forward and kisses you.
It had been years since you turned your life around and gave it to the lord.
So long,you forgot the feeling of a manâs lips and the feeling of having your pussy stretched. It had your skin hot and your body trembling.
You whine into the kiss. You immediately part your lips so his tongue can explore every inch of your mouth. The feeling has you dizzy in the most erotic way.
By the time he pulls back from the kiss youâre practically out of it,high from his touch. Spit covers your chin and your eyelids are heavy.
Jimmy continues to work his digits in and out of you. The sound in the chapel no longer filled with prayers but the wetness from your pussy.
He pulls his fingers out from inside you then quickly turns you around.
He pushes you against the table. Your stomach lays flat against the wood but your ass is in the air.
He has your tunic hitched up and your underwear down in a split second. The cool air from the chapel hits your flushed bare skin.
Though,it was the sound of Father Jimmy taking off his belt and his pants hitting the ground that had you shudder and get goosebumps.
You felt him rub the tip of his dick against your folds,spreading his precum against your slick.
âFather please.â You beg
Your voice is shaky and pathetic. You are just about to look back at him when you feel him slip his thick cock inside of you.
His girth has you stretched completely out and you let out a cry. Your fingernails dig into the wooden table and tears slip out and down your cheeks.
âSo tight.â He grunts from between his teeth.
One of his hands grips onto your hips and the other rest on your shoulder. He uses the both to help push you down onto his cock as he fucks you.
He stretches you out too good. The sensation is enough for your eyes to roll back and your moans to grow louder.
His balls slapping against you, the wetness,and your loud cries could probably be heard from miles away
âShh,â he coos as he moves his hand from your shoulder to shove two fingers into your mouth âwouldnât want to make the others jealous.â
His fingers are nearly at the back of your throat as he fucks you.
âTheyâll be jealous that the lord has chosen you.âDrool runs down your face and on his fingers as his pace gets rougher,nearly fucking your brains out.
You gag against his fingers as you try to suck on them.
By the time he pulls them out,he grips onto your throat. So tight your rosary nearly snaps
You can feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten
Jimmy could tell just how close you were by the way you started to clench tightly against him
âThatâs right. Cover my cock in your cum,â he grunts âprove how much you worship me.â
His words are unholy but yet itâs enough to send you over the edge.
You cry out his name and he chokes you harder as you cover his cock in your juices just like he told you to.
He keeps his rough pace up until he shoots his sticky load in you,covering every inch of your walls and filling you to the brim.
His sticky cum spills out of you as he filled you up. It drips down your legs and stains your tunic.
Once his high had crashed,he finally lets go of your throat. You nearly fall limp against the table as you pant for air.
Your eyes are puffy from tears and your throat stung from his fingers hitting the back of it and his tight grip. You still felt euphoric despite it all.
âYou did good,sister.â Jimmy praises you as he finally pulls out.
âWeâll have to have more pastoral counseling together more often.â
Youâre so out of it you canât even get the words out. So you just shake your head in response as you hear him get dressed.
âGood,â he replies in his normal chirpy voice as he zips up his pants âdo as the lord says.â
He doesnât say another word as he leaves.
You hear his footsteps disappear as you lay there on the alter.
The footsteps you once dreaded now suddenly made you sad to hear go.
You would be waiting for him in the same spot tomorrow.
Ready to worship Father Jimmy Crystal in only ways that you and the lord knew. Just as he attended.

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Jack O'Connell attends the Newport Beach Film Festival UK & IE Honours 2026 at Raffles on February 19, 2026 in London, England. Thank you @lostgirl88
''oh i have a different kind of Jousting in mind for you, Princess''
Knight! AU remmick... he only fights battles at nights (pitch black and red colored and trough his helmet you see his red beady eyes just before you die :tm:)
JACK O'CONNELL as Patrick Sumner 2021 ⹠The North Water ⹠S1·EP2 ⹠dir. Andrew Haigh
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300: Rise of an Empire (2014)
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United (2011)
ăPhantom Touchă
Remmick x Fem!Reader
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âč àŁȘ Ë Word count: 4.9k Words âč àŁȘ Ë Summary: Remmick is your upstairs neighbour who's been getting on your nerves. When you get stuck in the lift together, he takes 'necessary measures' to stop you from panicking. .âč àŁȘ Ë Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dubcon, Voyeurism, Unprotected p in v, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Hypnosis (I guess), Enemies to not quite lovers (in the loosest sense) A/N: This is a take on @cuntbitchandthebottlemen's prompt here! đ§Ą
You regret leaving grocery shopping so late; now you're battling against the main door to your apartment building. It's gotten so run-down that you're surprised the squeaky door is still attached to the hinges.
Placing the keycard between your teeth, you kick the heavy door with your calf to drag the third bag inside. You don't know if the lift is fixed yet, but you'll be damned if you're making two trips to your car this late at night. The rent was so suspiciously cheap thanks to most of the tenants not being human, and you quickly found that you got a little more careful around a full moon. Something you never thought you would need to keep track of.
"Need a hand?" A man's voice asks, sounding rather amused by your struggle.
"Oh! Thank yo-" You didn't recognise the Irish lilt to his voice, but when you look over your shoulder, you see that it's the vampire who lives in the apartment above yours. Remmick, you think his name is, from the mail you've spotted on occasion. Your shoulders suddenly slump, and you move the bag away that he was about to help with. "-Oh⊠No thanks." Perhaps you shouldn't have made your answer so curt, but you don't like this guy. Every other evening, he was playing music too loud, and whatever company he kept was always⊠louder.
đđŹđđŠđ©đŠđ±đ¶ đŠđ° đ đ©đŠđą Oliver Mellors x male reader
Summary: Born long before your parentsâ marriage in a house obsessed with legacy, you grow up tolerated but never truly wanted by your father. Thatâs why you find comfort spread beneath the rough hands of the gamekeeper he hired, letting the one working-man he looks down on claim you in ways that would ruin him if he ever finds out.
Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. AU where Lady Chatterley and Clifford had a son prior to the events of the movie. Age gap. Younger man/older man. Top Oliver. Bottom male reader. Size kink. Getting bent over a desk. Breeding. Anal sex.
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Words count: 4200

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In this exclusive deleted scene from 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple, Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal (Jack O'Connell) and Dr. Ian Kelson (Ralph Fiennes) part ways just as the infected Alpha Samson (Chi Lewis-Parry) arrives!