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the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years

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Sympathy For The Devil - Remington Leith fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Despite the sun having long set, Remington remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

There was no point in getting up; he had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no-one to see. Being immortal took a lot of the urgency out of life: when Remington had been alive, he had always been in a rush to go somewhere or experience something to meet someone, but now he was dead…what was the point? It wasn’t like he was ever going to run out of time.

Sighing, Remington rolled over and buried his face in his pillows.

He was tired, and even though he’d just woken up, he already wanted nothing more than just to go back to sleep.

It was unfortunate that vampires couldn’t sleep while the sun was down. And it was just as unfortunate that his brothers were equally aware of that fact as Remington was.

A moment later, Sebastian strode into Remington’s room, glaring disapprovingly at Remington where he was still in bed:

“Were you planning on getting out of bed today?” he asked critically: “We have the new staff coming in less than an hour.”

Remington sighed again.

He had forgotten about the new staff coming to work in the house today. Sebastian had discussed it with him, but time was an unfathomable concept to Remington at the moment, and he would be hard pushed to say if that discussion had been two days ago or two months ago.

Sebastian wouldn’t understand that, though. He didn’t understand anything about how Remington felt at the moment, couldn’t see how immortality that left Remington tired and numb. He always wanted Remington to get up and do things, meet people, make the most of his vampiric after-life - and there was no point fighting him on it.

Remington pulled himself up and staggered out of bed, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian: “Happy now?”

“I’ll be happy when you put some clothes on.” Sebastian rolled his eyes: “Get dressed. We have to pretend to be human, at least for a little bit.”

He turned on his heel and left, leaving Remington alone to find an outfit that would project ‘wealthy and self-absorbed mysterious young man’, but not require too much effort to get into.

He got as far as pulling on the trousers when he was interrupted by one of the windows on the far side of his room sliding open.

Turning, he saw one leg slide through the now open window, then a torso, before the intruder straightened as they finished climbing inside and closed the window behind them, revealing them to be a young woman dressed in a simple dark blue dress and clean white apron, with her hair pinned up in a tidy bun on top of her head. She took a deep breath, before sighing in what sounded like…relief?

Remington knew he should be annoyed…but instead he was just vaguely interested in who this young woman breaking into his room was, and why she was relieved to be here.

“Was there a reason you’re breaking into my bedroom?” he asked, when it looked like the woman was ready to turn around.

And turn around she did, when she heard his voice, blushing deeply and stuttering from nerves: “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I thought there was no-one in here, ‘cause it was dark and all.”

It was dark because, with their eyesight, Remington and his brothers didn’t need lights to see, even at night…but he could see why the human would think a dark room would mean an empty room: “So, why are you breaking into empty rooms, then?”

The blush, somehow, managed to burn on her cheeks and even brighter red.

For a vampire, it was an intriguing sight.

For the part of Remington that was still human, it was actually quite charming.

“I, um, was hoping to hide out for a while, and then leave.” the woman admitted: “My parents brought me here to work, but…I don’t want to be a maid.”

Remington nodded; he understood wanting to hide away from things you didn’t want to do, sometimes it was the easiest way to keep yourself from being miserable: “Makes sense.”

“Really?” the woman asked, raising an eyebrow at Remington suspiciously. Which also made sense; Remington would also be suspicious of someone agreeing that breaking into a house to hide from something you didn’t want to do, if he wasn’t so…jaded.

As it was, he merely shrugged and decided to just be honest…at least as much as he could be: “I was also trying to hide up here. Unfortunately, my brother found me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman replied, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

It made a nice change.

Remington was used to “tough love” or placation or well-meaning advice - none of his friends truly understood how he was feeling, and none of them really tried to commiserate with him about it. They loved him, and they wanted the best for him, he knew that, but…it made a nice change to hear something that sounded so honestly sympathetic to his situation.

Nice enough that, for the first time in what felt like a long, long time Remington felt like he actually wanted to do something.

And that something was run away.

Specifically with this woman.

He couldn’t explain why - it was an impulsive and potentially idiotic decision, but for some reason it just felt right.

“What’s your name?” Remington asked her.

The woman seemed a little thrown by the sudden change in subject, but not upset: “Rose.”

“Thank you, Rose; you’re the first person to be honestly sympathetic to me.” Remington explained: “Which is why I was wondering…do you want to get out of here together?”

“I don’t even know your name.” Rose protested…but Remington could see that she was tempted.

“I’m Remington - I believe the brother who disrupted my plan to hide in here is the same man who wanted you to arrive here as a maid, and honestly? I think we should both tell him to shove his ideas, and leave.”

Rose frowned for a few seconds, obviously considering her situation and the options open to her.

Remington didn’t push: didn’t try and force her to make any moves that she didn’t actually want to make - but he couldn’t deny that with each passing second, his anxiety was growing. He hadn’t thought about how he might feel if she turned him down; he’d been so caught up in the sudden feeling of feeling something again that he’d acted on pure impulse, but now the numbness was creeping in again as he started to think about what would happen if Rose didn’t want to leave with him.

Please don’t reject me.

Finally, though, Rose picked up a clean shirt thrown over the chair next to the window, and slung it in Remington’s direction: “I know we don’t know each other, but I am not the kind of woman to run off with a half-dressed man. Once you’re presentable though…”

Remington grinned.

Twenty minutes later, he and Rose had snuck out of the house into the stables, made quick work of stealing one of Sebastian’s horses, and were riding out into the forest together.

And Remington was still smiling.

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strange-birb · 8 months

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More Remington Tim lol

I can’t get it out of my head… tim would . He would….

He would be a menace in stage and I want his family (except Jason and Steph) to be horrified!!! 🤣

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immrbrightsideeee · 2 years

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Hiiiii!

Are you open for a tiny request, Love? It's cool if you're not but in case you are (and that's entirely too many words there lol), could you do something fluffy with Remington? Like a movie night with lots of cuddles and fun and comfort? I need a hug lol

I also wouldn't say no to some smut but that's your decision

Anyway, you're amazing <3

Love you

OK I'm sorry it took so long!!! Anyway there might be a fluffy smutty part 2 idk :)

Movie Night

Remington Leith x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Remington and Y/N have a fun movie night

It had been a week. A long week. The kind of long, endless week that had you lying face down on the couch groaning the moment you got home. You wanted your snuggliest PJs, your best friends, boyfriend, movies and some pizza. But people were busy. And there was work to do. And cleaning. And a tonne of other responsibilities falling down onto your shoulders, and you were exhausted.

When your cat came up to give you an affectionate headbutt, you couldn't help but think why couldn't life for humans be as simple as a house cat? You get fed, loved, you play all day and night and do what you want? It was while you were pondering philosophies and cats that you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You frowned. Please don't be anyone important, please don't be stressful, please don't...

Oh. It was your boyfriend, Remington. You shuffled yourself around on the couch, rolling over and barely avoiding tumbling off as you answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing?” Remington's voice was a comforting sound on the other end of the phone.

“I'm good, you??” You shot back immediately, so quick that Remington got suspicious.

“..Riiight, I don't believe that but I'm not gonna push you right now. I'm actually not doing so good,” he said, slowly, “Today has just been shitty, and anyway I was wondering if you're free?”

“Ah, yeah, when?”

“Um, now? It's OK if not, I get that there's a lot going on it's just that, I dunno, I miss you.” His voice was so soft and sweet and you could almost picture him scrunching up his face a little and rubbing the back of his neck. The image melted your heart. How was he so impossibly cute all the time?

“I'm free, and I miss you too, trust me.”

It had been a few weeks since the two of you had seen each other, Remington was busy writing and recording his and his brother's new album, and you were busy with work and family responsibilities. There wasn't much time to see each other, and it was breaking both of your hearts. But you tried not to think about it, you talked every day anyway. But seeing him tonight would definitely revive you.

“So, got any ideas?” you asked, changing the mood to something lighter.

“Would it be OK if I come over? I just feel like staying in, but I also can't stand being away from you any longer, and I really can't handle another hour alone with my brothers.” Remington laughed a little and you smiled without meaning to, only able to imagine the nonsense the boys had gotten up to that day, let alone week.

“'Course! Just, um, give me a few, OK? I'm a bit of a mess at the moment.” You thought of the pile of clothes all around your room and the stack of dishes.

“Aw baby, you know I don't care about any of that, but if it makes you feel better would half an hour be good?”

“Yeah, it should be.” There was silence as the conversation started to end, then you spoke. “Oh! Wait, would it be annoying if I ask you to bring some dinner? I don't have it in me to cook.”

“Sure! What do you feel like?”

“Ah, surprise me, I trust you.” You smiled into the phone and could just about feel him smiling back. He let out a slight laugh of delight and you both said your good byes and got ready.

You had just managed to change into something comfier than your work clothes (after the quick semi-cleaning) when you heard a knock on the door. You smiled, and practically ran to get the door.

“Hey!” A grinning Remington greeted you, with a plastic bag of take-away in one hand, and some flowers in the other. He held out the flowers with a cute little blush.

“Hi- aw! Baby, you didn't have to,” you said, cooing and taking the flowers, a little flustered by how considerate your boyfriend was.

“I don't have to, but I love to,” he said, stepping in the door and towards you with arms open for a hug. “Plus,” he said, arms around your waist “you deserve all the flowers in the world.” There was no time for you to swoon as his lips were already on your for a brief, honey-sweet kiss. When the kiss was over, Remington didn't move, he merely held his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and sighed, drinking in the moment that he had missed for so long. You couldn't help but watch him in awe, biting your lip, then rubbing your nose against his til he opened his eyes to see his favourite smile.

“Come on,” he said, brushing a hand against your cheek but pulling away, “or we'll never make it inside.”

After a few minutes, you both had a plate, stacked high with a few different types of Thai food. You were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, using the coffee table like a dinner table, purely because you could. You were adults, who was gonna say you couldn't? You snuggled up tight next to each other, as you both ate quickly, hungry from a hard week.

When Remington finished his plate he looked over at you. You looked at him. He looked at your plate, then back up to your eyes. And before you could say 'Rem, no' he had already taken the biggest piece of chicken from your plate. You playful whacked his arm and he laughed so hard he nearly choked. The smiles radiated from both of you, even though neither of you were talking.

Eventually, when the silence got too much for you, you turned the TV on and tried to pick a movie. You were browsing Netflix and Remington was browsing your DVD collection when his eyes fell upon “Mamma Mia”. Without saying a word, he started to quietly hum the tune. Then he opened his mouth to keep singing the tune.

“neh neh neh nEEEEH, NE NE NE NE NE,” he sang, now he was facing away from you, one hand holding the DVD as his hands rose to the sides, shaking his hips and doing jazz hands. By the time he finished the intro, he turned around and started full on performing.

“I'VE been cheated by YOU since I don't know when, de de de de da da, de de de de da,” he sang the lyrics as he walked towards you, one leg crossing in front of the other, pointing when he said 'you' and waving his hand. He then gestured to you to sing the next part. You shook your head, so he continued himself. But it was too much for you and you joined him, and in a matter of seconds, the two of you were jumping around the living room, singing to the song that was playing in both your heads, and above all, being absolute idiots. Your cat watched you both, unamused, but you and Remington were having the time of your lives. When you both finished singing you collapsed laughed so hard even though you were trying to catch your breaths.

“So,” Remington said, after calming down a little, “I think I know what we're watching tonight.”

“I think so too,” you said with a cheeking grin, before giving you boyfriend a peck and putting the DVD in the player.

By the time the movie was done, you were curled up into Remington's chest, his arms around you, both of you smiling with slightly sore throats from singing so much. As the credits rolled, he gave you a little peck on the top of your head.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Y/N.” Remington said, grateful for even a moment with you. The comment worried you though, did he want to leave so soon? It's only... Oh. Eleven thirty.

“Do you think you can stay the night?” you asked.

“For you? I'd do pretty much anything.” the smile he gave you warmed your heart, and you lent in for a soft kiss. But the kiss only proved how much you had missed each other, and the soft love turned into a passionate gesture.

The kiss was broken for only a few breaths and the two of you shuffled closer together, entangling your arms around each other as your lips met once more. Remington gently bit your lower lip, causing you to moan and he took this opportunity to explore your mouth while his hands ran through your hair. The heated kiss stopped after a minute to slow gentle kisses while the two of you got your breaths back again. When you opened your eyes Remington had his forehead pressed against yours, looking into your eyes with such adoration and a passionate fire that would never go out. Wordlessly, you stood up, took his hand and walked to your bedroom.

Taglist: @sab-falco @fedorable-killjoys @levyasakura @smiling-girl (again thanks for the request!)

#asks #fanfic #remington leith #remington leith x reader #remington x reader #fluff #palaye royale #palaye royale fanfiction

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aroomfullofghosts · 5 months

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Just finished @infamous-if Demo, and then I saw this -- and OH GODS how it vibes with MC and Seven (at least in my love-hate walkthrough, I mean)

Though the lyrics aren't exactly plot-related, but THE VIBE, I mean, "thought I'd love you til death" just brought a certain dialogue between MC and Seven back to my memory, you know :D And the way Remington Leith performs this song is just so on point with what I happen to imagine for the ways MC and Seven especially perform

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#infamous if #seven lawless

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imabee-oralizard · 1 year

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Okay but imagine. “King of the damned” by PALAYE ROYALE. A Remington leith x reader fic based off that song

#fic ideas #kylie rambles #remington leith

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killthemallatthegatesofhell · 2 years

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should i add all of my imagines and stuff from wattpad onto here as well??

i have some about;

Remington Leith —Palaye Royale [Musician]

Frank Iero —My Chemical Romance, LeATHERMOUTH, Pencey Prep, Death Spells, American Nightmare, Reggie and the Full Effect [Musician]

Tom DeLonge —Blink-182, Box Car Racer, Angels & Airwaves [Musician]

David Desrosiers —Simple Plan [Musician]

Gerard Way —My Chemical Romance [Musician]

Mikey Way —My Chemical Romance, Electric Century, From First To Last [Musician]

Corey Taylor —Slipknot, Stone Sour, Kings Of Chaos, Junk Beer Kidnap Band ((ALSO THINKING OF DOING OTHER SLIPKNOT MEMBERS TO KIND OF, I HAVE ONE WITH ALL OF THEM TO)) [Musician]

Chino Moreno —Deftones, Crosses [Musician]

Billie Joe —Green Day, The Network, The Longshot, Pinhead Gunpowder, Foxboro Hot Tubs, The Coverups, The Lookouts [Musician]

Chester Bennington —Linkin Park, Grey Daze, Dead By Sunrise, Stone Temple Pilots, Kings Of Chaos, Camp Freddy [Musician]

Adam Gontier —Three Days Grace, Saint Asonia, Thousand Foot Krutch, Big Dirty Band [Musician]

Andy Biersack —Black Veil Brides [Musician, Actor]

Jacoby Shaddix —Papa Roach, Fight The Sky [Musician]

ericdoa (AKA:) Dante Red [Musician]

Deryck Whibley —Sum41 [Musician]

midwxst [Musician]

Jason Sudeikis [Actor]

Glaive [Musician]

Bam Margera [Stuntman]

Johnny Knoxville [Stuntman, Actor]

Steve-o [Stuntman]

Matthew Lillard [Actor]

Johnny Christ —Avenged Sevenfold [Musician]

Synyster Gates —Avenged Sevenfold [Musician]

Zacky Vengeance —Avenged Sevenfold [Musician]

M. Shadows —Avenged Sevenfold [Musician]

Skeet Ulrich (only as Billy from ‘Scream’) [Actor]

Timothy Olyphant [Actor]

Jeremy Popoff —Lit [Musician]

A. Jay Popoff —Lit [Musician]

Quackity [Youtuber]

Dominic Fike [Musician, Actor]

KSI [Musician, Youtuber]

Jared Leto (only as the joker) [Actor, Musician]

Pierre Bouvier —Simple Plan [Musician]

Patrick Callahan —Seether [Musician]

Jeff Hardy [Wrestler]

Nick Kroll [Actor, Stand-Up Comedian]

Seth Rollins [Wrestler]

Josh Duhamel [Actor]

CM Punk [Wrestler]

Mikey Cox —Coal Chamber [Musician]

Braun Strowman [Wrestler]

Steve Austin [Wrestler]

Johnny Depp [Actor]

Tuv [Youtuber]

Joel McHale [Actor]

Brad Pitt (only as Tyler from ‘Fight Club’ & David from 'Se7en') [Actor]

Edward Norton (only as "Narrator/Tyler" from ‘Fight Club’) [Actor]

Thomas Barbusca [Actor]

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just-another-bored-killjoy · 1 year

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I posted 14,674 times in 2022

That's 10,244 more posts than 2021!

389 posts created (3%)

14,285 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,861 of my posts in 2022

#mcr - 280 posts

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#asks - 74 posts

#gerard - 61 posts

#frank - 54 posts

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#palaye royale - 40 posts

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Longest Tag: 66 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

mr chemical romance featuring piss, vinegar and mikey fucking way

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well if you wanted honesty i wouldve said u r gay

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onyxmustdie · 1 year

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yknow i can't imagine myself in a job that doesn't involve music or art in some way

also look at this photo of remington leith :)

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sleekervae · 6 months

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Surrender | Remington x Eva

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A/N: Happy Halloween! I've got a cold like you wouldn't believe so I figured it's time to bless you guys with some treats. A little vampire-esque fantasy blurb based on this ask.

Summary: Remington catches Eva writing about her fantasies

Warnings: fanfiction writing, some tumblr angst, light but tantalizing smut, a lot of hickeys

⋆ WORD COUNT — 3.6k

Slowly, Victoria pushed the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of her beating heart. She had given him time and he had found no cure for her. She was ready to embrace death if it meant him and his brothers could be saved.

Skin still damp from the pouring rain she clung tightly to her cloak, making her way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It was warm, as it has been throughout her stay there. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’d grown considerate of her comfort. Aldous basically did what he could to keep Victoria alive, all while staying well out of her way and in turn not killing her himself.

Before she even had the chance to call out his name in the open living area, he was resting against the doorway in front of her – as though he sensed her coming. Water beads trickled down her face when she stayed completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’d been hellbent on protecting her soul.

Aldous swallowed, wetting his lips all while his eyes slid over her body and drinking in her silhouette in her dainty, floral corset. Unlike herself, he was dressed more casually in a loose, puffy shirt and suspenders drawn tightly against his torso. All tied together with black slacks and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it came to fashion choices never failed to amuse Victoria.

“Did you need something?” His voice was flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that only softened by the wavy locks of blonde hair tickling his thick brows, “Did you leave another book here?”

“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess," she sighed absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from her hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there,”

The look on Aldous' face was nothing short of pained when his eyes squeezed shut, he looked almost guilty before he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Victoria… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety,"

“You’ve never hurt me before,” she mumbled, averting his gaze.

And he hadn’t. Initially when Victoria first met Aldous all those months ago, she was terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to her. He was strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Blackwell vampire, he was born for this life. It was in his veins and always had been. Even before he and his brothers secured their place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.

But then she got to know Aldous on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep her safe. The fact she was standing in his house proved the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he did care about her. There had been moments together, heated moments, moments that would last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.

Aldous' features soften upon meeting Victoria's eyes, his doe-like eyes may be raven black in colour but they were swimming with emotion, enough to make her drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowned, pink lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”

“Makes you want to kill me,” Victoria cleared her throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.

A while ago he’d asked her if she believed in fate, soulmates, convinced that she and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as she watched the man in front of her physically struggle to breathe around her, Victoria was reminded that it was nothing more than the curse of the Blackwell bloodline.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse,” His voice was low, still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he could read her thoughts and she'd never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”

“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” she chuckled, while simultaneously trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at her own expense it was obvious Aldous didn't see the funny side. His frown deepened, a small hum escaping him.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I’m just saying…” she sigh, squeezing the cloak around her body a little tighter, “I give my life in exchange for the Visigoths leaving you alone… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”

“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He took a step forward, surprising her, his jaw clenched so tight she wondered if vampire bones were capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to get ride of Lilith then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”

She tried to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want you to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”

“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startled her, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punched the door frame did. She stared at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”

At this she lost it, laughing humourlessly before she matched his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Aldous! You’ve tried!” she rushed over to him, until she was in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting you and your family… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was such a relief to say that out loud.

Aldous swallowed, dark eyes zoned in on her face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you, Victoria,”

“It has to be this way, to save --”

“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He began, trembling boney hands gently finding purchase on her shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”

A tiny gasp betrayed her when his cold fingers found her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. It was indescribable how beautiful the man was standing before her, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes were dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of her stomach ignited with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into her soul that Victoria struggled to compare it to anything she'd ever experienced. It was Aldous' breath, warm against her lips that broke her from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.

“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispered, until his lips were a hair away from hers, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me,"

“Then change me,” she pled quietly, cupping his angled jaw with her hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”

“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you or us, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… Not every human is strong enough to withstand it. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”

She sighed again, pressing her forehead to his, “Please, Aldous...”

"Whatcha' working on?"

Eva nearly jumped out of her seat, moving swiftly to change the tab on her laptop, "Remington!" she spun around in her chair, coming face-to-face with her moppy-haired boyfriend. He gave her a curious glance, his brow popped and she prayed he couldn't hear her heart thundering in her chest, "I -- I didn't hear you come in..."

"Yeah, I just got home," he chuckled, "Did I startle you?"

"Just a little bit," she nodded sheepishly as she glanced around their shared space. It was bright out when she last checked, now it was bordering on the sun setting, the clouds blanketing the sky a dark, dull bluish grey, "Oh my gosh, it's late. I totally forgot about dinner!"

"Don't worry. We can order in," he bent down to give her a kiss, smoothing her hair out of her face with a gentle stroke of his fingers, "What were you working on?"

Eva shrugged back, "Oh, just... more paperwork and stuff. Client reports... taxes..." she hated that she was such a bad liar.

"Taxes aren't due until spring, babe," he tutted.

"And why not start now rather than later?" she replied with a simple shake of the head, getting up in search of her cat, "Where is Pluto? I gotta' feed him,"

"I think I saw him dart under the couch," he noted, glancing at her computer from the corner of his eye. Eva groaned aloud.

"Not even a smoke bomb's gonna' get him out," she turned around and to her horror, Remington was hunched over her computer, skimming through the blank article she clicked to, "What're you doing?" she asked, her tone sharp and swift.

He turned back to her, a small smirk curling at the corners of his lips. She loved that smirk as equally as she did hate it, "Are you hiding something from me?" he asked, two fingers scrolling up and down on her track pad.

She scoffed back, shooing his hand away, "Of course not,"

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes I am,"

He took a step forward to which she took one back, "You were just working on taxes?"

"... yes," she stiffened.

His smirk grew, trying to stifle his laugh. He found her so stupidly adorable when she was flustered. Eva winced when the backs of her thighs hit the edge of her desk.

"... And is Aldous Blackwell your financial advisor? Or is he an accountant?"

Remington was delighted when Eva smacked his arm repeatedly with her sweater paws, her hands stuffed into the cuffs. He laughed as he grabbed ahold of her, awing at her pouty lips and her averted blue eyes.

"Shut up! You saw -- you dick!" she whined.

"Well of course I saw!" he cackled, "If I walk in and Pluto's the only one who greets me I know you're working on something important. Clearly -- my alter ego is very important to you," he winced and cringed as she smacked him again, "Okay, okay! Calm down! It's okay!" he assured her.

Eva wasn't one for hearing his assurances. She buried her face in her hands, grumbling to herself, "Please don't tell anyone,"

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna' tell anybody! C'mon, look at me," he replied, taking her hands away and placing them around his waist, "How long have you been working on that?"

She huffed, debating whether it would be more worth her while to kill him or herself in that moment, "I -- Billie and I were going through some of your videos and we were watching Tonight is the Night I Die and... I just had this idea and it fit so well into your story line..."

Remington stepped back, taking his spot in her chair. The screws squeaked under his weight and the padding on the arms were worn, but it was comfortable for him nonetheless, "Tell me about it,"

Eva sat on the edge of her desk, she thought about telling him to fuck off, or she'd simply walk away and try to change the topic. However, she began to laugh. Not a full belly laugh, a bashful stream of giggles that matched the tinge of blush on her cheeks.

"I -- there's no -- I can't," she stammered nervously.

"Oh, c'mon Eva," he drawled, pouting his moist, pink lips at her. Eva looked away, knowing she was always unable to deal with that pleading look he perfected, "Or I could just read the blog post if you prefer..."

"Absolutely not," she shut that down very quickly. The only thing she treasured more than her cat or him was her secret blog, still swearing up and down that she'd never show him, "... I wrote about this girl who owes a debt to the Visigoth family, so they send her into the Blackwell manor and they give her this potion that infects her blood so if one of the brothers bite her, they die. The catch is that the potion is slowly killing her until vampire saliva is injected into her arteries. So the only way she can save her life is if the brothers bite her, but she ends up falling in love with one of them and yada-yada-yada. It's so cliché," she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest like a child.

Remington was amused to say the least. He rolled closer to her, his hand brushing up and down her bare knee, "I don't think so. It's an interesting angle. What part were you at before I came along?"

This had to be a test from God, it must've been a biblical test of patience for her. Eva shook her head, "I'm not answering that,"

"Why?"

"Remington..."

He lifted her feet into his lap and rolled the chair closer, her legs bending so he could rest his chin on her knee, "C'mon, please? I swear I won't laugh. I can't speak for Pluto,"

Eva rolled her eyes, nevertheless she knew he wasn't going to let this go. If there was one thing Remington had going for him, it was his persistency, "I was right about to dive into the cesspool of animalistic vampire sex that was so carnal it would make Morticia Addams blush,"

"... And your female protagonist -- does she bare a striking resemblance to someone I know?" he asked.

"... Maybe..."

He quirked his brow again, his intrigue fully peaked now. His fingertips tickled at the undersides of her thighs, reaching the hem of her cotton shorts and drifting down again. Eva swallowed back whatever uneasiness was bubbling in her throat, could pick off by the darkened look in his eyes that Remington was already up to no good.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"What?" he echoed back, feigning innocence.

"I get nervous when you look at me that way," she replied, her giggles bubbling with apprehension.

"Why? I could offer you some inspiration, if you need," he said.

"I don't have writers' block,"

"And?"

She couldn't lie that the masochist in her enjoyed how he toyed with her nerves. That being said, she enjoyed playing hard to get even more.

"You're ridiculous," she pushed him back with her foot before hopping off the desk.

"Me?" he gaped with mock insult, "You love me so what does that say about you?"

She smirked back, rocking back and forth on her heels, "That I probably need a psych eval,"

Remington's eyes narrowed and he gripped hard on the armrests of her chair. His head leaned back against the rest, his dark eyes fell into slits and his long dark hair fell at the sides of his face, and Eva swore she only saw him look so brooding once before.

"C'mere," he waved her over with his hand.

Eva shook her head, "No,"

"Please?" he leaned forward.

"Nope," she took a step back.

"Eva..."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, you have no idea," and with that, he took off out of the chair. Eva took off a second later, a chase ensuing throughout their apartment. Squeals and childish laughter echoed through the air, likely heard by their neighbours but they couldn't give two shits.

Remington finally slid across the floor to grab Eva, lifting her by her waist and tossing her over his shoulder. She slapped at his butt, a futile attempt to get him to put her down but she was awash in joyful giggles that were just music to his ears.

She was still laughing when he tossed her down on the bed, quick to pin her arms over her head as he crawled on top of her. His lips crashed over hers in an instant, messy and rough and so devilishly hypnotizing. In and instant the mood in the room went from playful to carnal; no matter how Eva squirmed or tugged Remington refused to let her loose.

He was careful not to smother her with his weight, a sly smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her, "You're so cute,"

Eva's only coherent response was to stick her tongue out at him. Remington chuckled darkly, "I'm gonna' bite that tongue, young lady," he mused.

Remington wet his lips, flashing her a lascivious grin before he moved forward, bringing his lips just before hers. He breathed against her, teasing her with the idea of a kiss, before turning to the side and finding her neck.

Goosebumps freckled her skin as the heat of his breath hit her pulse point, and within a hot second, Eva was a goner. Remington's lips pressed against your throat, and the connection was so incredibly electric, her body tensed, currents crackling throughout her veins.

Eva squirmed as his teeth scraped across her skin, applying enough pressure in his bites to certainly leave a mark but not to puncture the skin. He let his lips brush back and forth over her collarbones, kissing her lightly before suckling hard. His teeth grazed over the warm skin, leaving soft red imprints, tongue darting out to lick at any marks he might have left behind, but before he could actually get his lips to suck the hickey he desperately wanted to lay on her skin, she called out to him.

"Remington," a moan of his name and he was pulled from her neck, lips detaching, still parted slightly, puffs of air slipping through his teeth. Driven on instinct and fed on her whines he craved to hear the moan again, see the marks imprint his mind once more,

“What is it?” he cooed, taking her face in his with one hand, eyes still lingering to the pretty marks, “Tell me what’s wrong?” he smiled when she bashfully looked away.

"Nothing's wrong," she groaned, but it was more than the eye could see. She was consumed by the power he had over her, was torn between how gentle he was being with her and simultaneously craved him to ravage her.

"I never thought about it until now," with no objections, he tore away the shorts and slowly from her body, gliding them down her legs, "But I think if Aldous had a lover that he would be very passionate... but he'd also be very impatient if he didn't get his way,"

Eva exhaled heavily, squirming as his fingers slid over her slit through her panties, "And if he was here right now what would he want?" she asked.

" -- He'd want to hear all the pretty sounds you make when your pussy is played with... just like this," two fingers were on her clit, rubbing in short, concentrated circles, "And if his lover liked to put up a fight, then he wouldn't stop until you surrendered to him; doesn't matter how many times he has to fuck you,"

Make noise she did, not that she could help it. Her hips bumped up with every pass, every twirl and manipulation on her clit had her silently begging for more. She mewled, struggling to pull her arms down for some little seam of control but Remington was relentless.

He pushed her against the mattress, looming over her with his incredible body. He completely swathed her, entirely controlling her pleasure as his lips drew sinfully arousing kisses on her neck, hungry and lustful while his fingers played calculated chords between her legs.

His teeth lightly nipped her skin before his tongue smoothed the ache, and he moved onto another part of her neck, ravaging it. She wriggled underneath him, exhilarated by his body pinning her into the wall, his hips pressing into hers — she didn’t ever want him to stop.

“It's okay, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head while he curled his fingers down and then upwards, brushing against that spot deep within her, “Talk to me,” he encouraged.

“Feels good,” she whimpered, almost whining when he slid his fingers out of her and dragged his fingertips over her clit, “So fucking good.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled, sliding two fingers back in, “You’re opening up for me,”

“F-fuck,” she moaned brokenly, turning and burying her face into the crook of his arm. Remington sped up the pace of his fingers after, her sinful moans only spurring him on.

“You gonna come?” he whispered and she nodded, gaping when his lips reattached to her neck and he sucked hard, “Go ahead baby, come for me,"

“Rem,” she gasped, her back arching against his chest when he used his thumb to brush against her clit.

“Be good and come on my fingers baby,” he whispered, filthy words pushing her over the precipice, her orgasm rippling from the top of her head to the ends of her toes.

Remington felt a surge of power, easing her legs wide as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, lips dragging down to fresh skin around her chest and bringing more hickeys to the surface, sucking on her like a god damn vampire.

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the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years

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Haunted - Remington Leith fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Bonnie slid through the cracked open back door of the old house, doing her best to keep as quiet as she possibly could.

She figured there was no-one home; the house was dark and overgrown, and she hadn’t seen anyone come or go from any of its doors in the week since she’d been watching the place, but it never hurt to be cautious. If nothing else, there could be someone else using this place as a temporary hideout, and Bonnie didn’t have the energy to fight over a barely-standing house…but luckily it seemed like she wouldn’t have to.

This place was even more abandoned than it had looked like from the outside. Which, considering it was an abandoned mansion in the middle of the woods, was actually very impressive.

And probably something I should be worried about.

Bonnie couldn’t bring herself to be worried, though.

Her options were pretty limited; it was either in here, or spend another night in the woods. The house might be creepy, and dark, and might smell musty, and the floor might creak under her boots while her nose itched from the heavy layer of dust covering every surface, but it was still better than the woods. It was dry and warm and had plenty of small spaces for her to curl up in without someone sneaking up on her.

It wasn’t much, but it was still a hell of a lot better than spending another night under a tree.

At least…she hoped it would be.

Although the logical part of her brain told her that this old house was going to be a lot more comfortable than the woods outside, there was something at the back of her skull that felt…uncomfortable. She couldn’t say why; there was nothing obviously creepy (well…no more creepy than the average abandoned house, anyway), but…something was off.

Bonnie paused in what used to be the kitchen, weighing up her options.

Living the way she did had taught her to trust her gut. If something seemed not right, even if you couldn’t tell what exactly that something was, then it usually wasn’t: and you were better off staying well clear.

On the other hand, though…it was cold and wet outside, and Bonnie genuinely wasn’t sure if her coat was another up for another night spent on the cold, damp ground. The house might be creepy, dusty, and unsettling: but it was dry, protected from the wind, and marginally warmer than outside. It seemed like she had been the only one here in years, and even if she was unsettled, unsettled was better than frozen to death.

Despite that fact it went against her gut instinct, Bonnie was better off inside of the house than outside of that.

But even as she headed deeper into the house, Bonnie started to regret the decision to brave the creepiness.

It wasn’t just the clouds of grey particles that were thrown up into the air with her every step, that disturbed dust making her eyes water, or the occasional groaning floorboard.

It was the sound of whispering.

Or something that sounded a hell of a lot like someone whispering to themselves.

Bonnie was sure it was the wind, or a small animal in the walls, or something perfectly normal…but it still sent shivers down her spine to hear something she couldn’t see sounding so much like a man whispering something she couldn’t quite make out in desperate tone that, on its own, was enough to make her heart clench.

She determinedly ignored it, making her way deeper into the old house, looking around as she went. Once upon a time, it must have been a grand mansion: chandeliers hung from high ceilings, faded (but formerly luxurious looking) wallpaper clung in scraps to the walls above the dark wood panelling, and moth-eaten velvet drapes still covered the tall stained-glass windows.

It must have been beautiful, once upon a time, but now it just felt lonely. Abandoned and forgotten, left to the ravages of time, no-one ever coming back to what once must’ve been a house full of people.

The thought was enough to make Bonnie feel sad.

She got it: the abandoned and forgotten thing. She was an abandoned and forgotten thing. It might be strange to empathise with a house…but imagining seeing a mournful face out of the corner of her eye might be taking it too far.

Whipping round, Bonnie stared at the place where she’d thought she’d seen a face turning to look at her, only to see nothing but empty space. Just bare floorboards and scraps of wallpaper on the wall.

I’m tired.

It’s okay.

I’m just tired.

Bonnie would feel better after she’d slept.

Determined to do just that, she hunkered down in a corner of what might have been a living room once upon a time, settling herself back against a corner away from the external wall and all its windows, and ignoring the sound of creaking floorboards on the other side of the room.

It was just her imagination, just like the movement she’d thought she’d seen looking at her.

There was nothing else in this house except a few forest animals - any noise was either made by her, them, or the house settling as they moved about it. Anything else was just her overly-tired mind playing tricks on her.

Blinking her eyes open just to reassure herself, Bonnie swept her gaze over the room around her…and stopped dead in her tracks.

There are footprints in the dust.

Footprints that weren’t hers.

Bonnie froze, her blood freezing in her veins.

Everything else she could have dismissed as a figment of her overly-tired imagination, but she had only left one trail of footprints through the thick layer of dust on the floor, and hadn’t moved from her spot since she had left them…

…yet now there was a second, slightly larger set of footprints alongside hers.

Bonnie’s eyes reluctantly followed the trail of footsteps, unable to stop themselves, slowly turning her head until she was looking at the wall to her right…and the pale, gaunt looking man with dark eyes staring back at her.

Bonnie screamed.

She jerked up and lunged for the door, stumbling over her own feet and falling: barely catching herself on her hands before her face hit the floor.

Fuelled by adrenaline, Bonnie pushed herself up - but by the time she was back on her feet, the man was standing in front of her, eyes wide and imploring, his hands held up in a ‘wait’ gesture.

“Please don’t leave!” he pleaded: “I’m sorry for scaring you, I am, but please don’t run away. I haven’t seen anyone in such a long time.”

Despite her fear, Bonnie paused.

The man’s clothes were ragged and faded, but also more than a little out-dated. They looked like something people would have worn two hundred years ago, both in style and how worn and aged they looked.

On top of that, he gave out the same feeling of melancholy and loneliness as the house itself had given Bonnie when she’d first walked into it.

Combined with his unnaturally pale face, gaunt features and the way he seemed to almost…blur around the edges…

…Bonnie was starting to think whatever he was, he wasn’t a man.

That only made her fear worse, at first. If he wasn’t human, what was he? A ghost? Something worse? Could he hurt her, was he even corporal, could he use magic? There were so many unanswered questions it made her head spin and her heart pound in her chest.

But he looks so sad.

Even though half of Bonnie wanted to carry on running and screaming, something about the sad look on the man’s - or whatever he was - stopped her.

It…it resonated with her. He looked so lonely and afraid and lost, and Bonnie knew she’d looked like that plenty of times in her life, especially recently. She’d wished someone, anyone, would just reach out to her, and no-one ever had.

So she would.

Cautiously, she straightened up and tried to relax as much as she could, even going so far as to mirror the…being’s gesture of raising her hands to show that she wasn’t going to try and run - not until he gave her a reason to, anyway.

The being’s face instantly changed: lifting into a tentative smile, eyes losing some of their darkness and mournfulness as he realised that she was - for now - staying:

“Thank you, thank you for staying! I’m so excited to finally get to talk to someone, it’s been so long: so, so long: I’m not even sure how long, really, it gets kind of hard to measure time when you don’t have any connection to the outside world. Is that what people are wearing now? It’s very colourful, even though I didn’t know women could wear trousers now, it makes sense though; skirts always seemed quite cumbersome, but they were pretty -.not that your trousers aren’t pretty, of course, they are very nice, even if they are a little dirty…not that that’s bad! I just meant…I meant…” the being’s happy babbling faded into worried fretting, his brows creasing together in concern.

Bonnie couldn’t say why, but she just couldn’t let the being go back to seeming so lost looking: “It’s okay. I…I’m not upset.”

“Oh.” the being brightened once more: “Good! I’m glad!”

Bonnie nodded, uncertain of what to say, but wanting to say something: “I’m glad you’re glad.”

“I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad!” the being grinned, before…blushing? His paper-white cheeks took on a slightly rose hue, anyway: “That wasn’t the most coherent sentence, was it?”

“It’s cool.” Bonnie shrugged: “We all come out with things that don’t sound right when we say them out-loud.”

“It’s cool…” the being repeated slowly, as if testing the word out: “Does that mean ‘good’ now?”

Bonnie realised that he probably wouldn’t know what half of her vocabulary meant…but found that she didn’t mind: “Yes, it means good.”

The being grinned: “In that case it is very ‘cool’ to meet you. My name is Remington.”

“I’m Bonnie.” she grinned in return, feeling at ease when she realised that the being was more excitable college student than terrifying phantom: “It’s very cool to meet you too, Remington.”

The being brightened even farther…and Bonnie felt her mood brighten along with him.

Maybe it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Even if that person wasn’t human.

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strange-birb · 8 months

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My palaye royal Tim drake

Idk why but i 100% would think Tim drake sings like Remington form palaye royale

I think something chaotic comes out during a show and he climbs on rafters and is an absolute feral punk menace :)

I think I want to do a secret band AU where Tim and Jason are secretly doing battle of bands and batfam doesn’t know but go to watch.

Tim sounds and performs like Remington leith

Jason sounds like Ivan moody but performs differently

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one-shotsforher · 2 years

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About Damn Time *Remington Leith One Shot*

A/N: What follows is smut about Remington Leith from Palaye Royale I saw them recently with Yungblud and they were amazing and I’m in love so here you go I know its been five years since I updated and this doesn’t necessarily mean I’m back but here you go here is something

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I sighed to myself and rolled over again. It was almost four thirty in the morning and I wasn’t able to fall asleep. I had been trying and failing for the last two and a half hours. Tonight was just one of those nights.

With another frustrated sigh I sat up, “hey google turn on the bedroom light,” I called quietly into the darkness.

With a quick okay and a flash the overhead light in my room came on. I searched first for my phone which in my tossing and turning had gotten lost in my blanket. I found it and decided to scroll Instagram. The first image set that came up was that of my friend and roommate Remington. He and his brothers are in a band and had recently done a photo shoot for some up coming promo they had planned.

The photo set was of him in a plaid skirt shirtless goofing off in a pool. The first photo of him looking down at the camera I had to admit was rather attractive. Don’t get me wrong he was basically my best friend but I wasn’t blind he was basically perfect.

There was a knock at my door a subtle tap that pulled me out of my thoughts. Thoughts that had been running rampant lately teasing me with what could be if I was willing to take a chance. Thoughts that showed to me only the good out come not the most likely outcome. The one where I ruin a friendship and make living here weird for the both of us.

“Come in,” I call shaking my head to clear it quickly before Rem steps in. He’s shirtless and in just his black boxers and gray sweats. Sweats that hung low enough to expose the deep v by his hips and the top of his boxers.

“What are you doing up,” he asked rubbing his eyes. I responded with a shrug of my shoulders and tossed my phone to the side making sure to lock it first to avoid his prying eye seeing himself plastered on my screen. “Well since you’re awake do you mind if I hang out here I can’t sleep either?” He asked already making his way to my bed.

“Sure,” I said making room for him on the right side of the bed. This wasn’t an unusual thing for the two of us we usually hung out when either of us couldn’t sleep. Having Rem as a roommate was interesting to say the least. Him and his brothers spent a lot of time touring so sometimes we could go months without seeing each other. This was actually Rem’s second day back after a brief European tour.

“Are you still jet lagged?” I asked not sure how long something like that might last for him.

“A bit but mostly I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” he said with a tired shrug.

“Oh yeah like what?” I asked laying down and turning to face him.

“I dunno, just stuff,” he said shrugging again before sliding down into the same position I was in.

I was on my back with my head turned to face him and he was also on his back head turned to face me. We laid there shoulder to shoulder in silence for a moment before I spoke, “You know you can tell me anything,” I said softly reaching out a hand to brush his hair off his forehead. His normal spiky hair was a slept in mess standing up in some places and across his forehead in others.

He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine gently. It was moments like this moments when it was just us two quiet no one else in the world knowing that made my imagination run wild. If we could stay like this if we could just be us for even a little while then maybe I could give in. Give in to my every urge and instinct be with him in the one way I really wanted to.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked his hand dropping mine to mimic my earlier actions brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. His warm skin brushed against mine sending a chill down my spine.

“You,” I admitted giving him a warm smile behind my words.

“What about me?” He asked his voice low and quiet.

“Your lips,” I mumbled glancing at his lips then his eyes. I guess I made the decision to go with my imagination and hope for the best. This was a conversation we had had multiple times in my head. I only hoped he got his side of the imaginary script and would play along.

His lips pulled into a smirk before he spoke, “what about my lips?”

I hesitated for a second before continuing to speak, “just wondering what they might feel like pressed against mine.”

“Why don’t we find out?” He questioned shifting his position to lay on his side. Was this really happening was I about to kiss Remington? He leaned over me his face inches from mine breath fanning over my face.

I held my breath not moving for fear of making the wrong move. He inches closer his lips pressing gently to mine. My mind began to swim and when my breathing came back it was heavy. I felt Remington begin to pull away knowing the soft gentle kiss was about to end I shuffled up pressing my lips closer to his deepening the kiss. His brief movements away from me now forgotten he pressed his lips meeting mine fully the gentle kiss becoming more heated.

Remington broke the kiss and pulled back his breathing as heavy as mine. Before I could make another move he pressed his lips back to mine and I brought my hand to his face to hold him there. I parted my lips slowly and Rem took the cue to press his tongue against mine. I let my hand trail into his hair gripping it tightly in my fist.

Remington let out a groan and I moved back onto the pillows pulling him with me. His hands found my hips and I parted my legs so he could lay on top of me. His hands pushed up my top but we didn’t break the kiss to remove it he just explored the exposed skin. One of his hands grazed over my breast and it was my turn to groan into the kiss. “Fuck Rem, I want you,” I whined quietly against his lips.

“Are you sure?” He whispered back his eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I assured him.

A smile broke out across his face, “god you dont know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

He proceeded to pull my shirt over my head and pulled his pants down. I pulled my shorts down leaving the both of us in our underwear. Before I could get anxious about being half naked in front of my friend his lips met mine and shut down any insecurity I could have had. His lips were rough this time eager for more. They didn’t stay on mine long they soon found my neck kissing sucking and biting all the right spots. “Mm fuck Remington,” I moaned tugging at his hair again. His hands found their way to my panties. Slowly and teasingly he started to rub me through the thin lace fabric causing me to swear again.

The contact was good but no where near enough. I bucked my hips up begging him silently for more. “No no, love,” he chided quietly, “I’ll be taking my time here… enjoying every second,” he spoke his fingers doing a little walk up my center to my belly button. His teeth came down on my collar bone just as his fingers went back to rubbing me through the now damp fabric of my underwear. I couldn’t help but gasp as the circles he rubbed got harder.

I reached down quickly pushing away his hand and discarded my panties over the side of the bed before he could stop me or say anything. “Someone’s very eager,” he said with a laugh now admiring my fully naked form.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said pulling his face to mine and pressing our lips together for what felt like the hundredth time that night. I wanted him so bad it hurt and I wasn’t happy with his teasing. I wrapped a leg around him and pushed him over so I was on top all the while keeping his lips locked with mine.

I rotated my hips into his loving the sounds he made, “fuck, (Y/N),” he swore and moved us again so he was back on top. His hands found my wrists and he pinned them above my head using one hand to hold them and the other to trail my body. “Is this what you want?” He questioned as his fingers danced nearer to my core. I couldn’t speak I felt so turned on I just wanted him to touch me to do something. I nodded my head slowly keeping my eyes on his, “use your words,” he demanded his fingers stopping just above where I needed him.

“Yes, touch me please,” I choked out. With a smirk he let his fingers continue down to my clit rubbing in slow deliberate circles. I let out a quiet moan enjoying the pleasure but needing more.

“I love seeing you like this,” he spoke quietly his lips finding my neck again. His fingers danced harder and faster over my sensitive center and a wave of pleasure corded through me from the sensations. His movements ceased and he dipped one finger down into me causing my eyes to screw shut at the new feeling.

One finger quickly became two and he moved them in a swift rhythm. I was nothing short of a moaning mess. “I’m I’m gonna… gonna,” I mumbled out not being able to finish my thought.

“Not till I tell you,” he growled slowing down and pulling out. He took his fingers and pressed them to my lips. I opened my mouth letting him slip his fingers passed my lips licking them clean. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and pulled down his boxers. He lined himself up and entered me slowly. I moaned at the feeling of him stretching me. I arched my back my chest pressing to his. He groaned in my ear and let out a sigh as he sank in fully. We both waited and I held my breath waiting for myself to adjust.

When I finally adjusted and could breath again he started to move. I moaned quietly my nails finding his back as he picked up the pace.

We both moaned and swore as we got closer. Slowly but surly I got closer and closer, “ugh rem please please I’m so close,” I moaned and scratched at his back.

“Not yet,” he breathed pulling out completely, my inevitable release was delayed again. I let out a frustrated sigh “turn over,” he commanded.

I did as told and turned over my hips and ass in the air. Slowly I felt him sink back in and the pleasure picked up again. The heat between my thighs felt like it could burn us both. By this point I was dripping wet and way beyond ready for my orgasm to take me over but he had other thoughts. He drilled into me placing one hand on my back for leverage the other on my hip to help rock me back into him. Over and over with each thrust the pleasure increased and I thought about not saying anything this time but I couldn’t hold back, “oh ah fuck Rem.”

“Not yet beautiful,” he spoke pulling out of me again. I wanted to scream I wanted to fight but I was getting so exhausted from the constant denial of release that I could barely breath. Rem turned me back over a smirk on his face, “I wanna see your face,” he said pulling me up onto his lap.

He kissed me gently a sweet kiss compared to the previous heat and passion we had been sharing. Slowly while his lips were preset to mine he slid into me again. I broke the kiss and let out a loud moan. “Fu-uck Remington,” I called and I heard him chuckle slightly.

“You look so good like this,” he cooed, “my cock deep inside you your head thrown back just beautiful.”

“Ah fuck fuck fuck,” I cried I was so close I could taste it this time and if he denied me again I don’t think I could take it. “Please please please Rem,” I begged.

“Please what baby girl tell me what you want.”

“Please let me cum, please please I need to cum,” I cried my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let it go baby,” he said finally letting me give in. I shook and writhed on top of him my orgasm pulsating through me.

“Ah fuck,” he called releasing into me. His thrusting slowed to a stop and the two of us tried to catch our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a laugh, “What?” He asked pulling my face up to look at him.

“That was… intense,” I spoke with another laugh, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“About damn time,” he said laughing with me.

I pulled myself out of his grasp and reached for my shirt that was on the floor. I pulled both my shirt and panties on and threw myself back down onto the pillows. Rem pulled on his boxers and laid next to me. “I think I can sleep now?” I mumbled curling myself into his chest.

“Good, me too,” He said wrapping his arm around me.

“Hey google turn off the bedroom light,” I called into the now too bright room. With a quick okay the light turned off leaving both of us in the dark.

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62 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

Hiiiii!

I also wouldn't say no to some smut but that's your decision

Anyway, you're amazing <3

Love you

OK I'm sorry it took so long!!! Anyway there might be a fluffy smutty part 2 idk :)

Movie Night

Remington Leith x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Remington and Y/N have a fun movie night

Oh. It was your boyfriend, Remington. You shuffled yourself around on the couch, rolling over and barely avoiding tumbling off as you answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing?” Remington's voice was a comforting sound on the other end of the phone.

“I'm good, you??” You shot back immediately, so quick that Remington got suspicious.

“Ah, yeah, when?”

“I'm free, and I miss you too, trust me.”

“So, got any ideas?” you asked, changing the mood to something lighter.

“'Course! Just, um, give me a few, OK? I'm a bit of a mess at the moment.” You thought of the pile of clothes all around your room and the stack of dishes.

“Aw baby, you know I don't care about any of that, but if it makes you feel better would half an hour be good?”

“Yeah, it should be.” There was silence as the conversation started to end, then you spoke. “Oh! Wait, would it be annoying if I ask you to bring some dinner? I don't have it in me to cook.”

“Sure! What do you feel like?”

“Ah, surprise me, I trust you.” You smiled into the phone and could just about feel him smiling back. He let out a slight laugh of delight and you both said your good byes and got ready.

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remingt0nleith · 3 years

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pretty poison ♥ requested remington leith imagine.

A/N: This imagine was requested here. I hope I made it everything you were looking for. <3 (also the photo collage covers with weheartit photos will forever be a mood) SEXUAL IMAGINE AHEAD.

Also, let me know if you guys want to see more of these characters. An imagine couple in a series maybe?

Pretty Poison was the opening act for Palaye Royale on their U.S. tour. The lead singer, Nessa had been good friends with the three brothers since they met a few years back at a record store. The late-night tours had her becoming closer with Remington. The two singers bonded over song lyrics and vocal techniques. There was a tension brewing between them that the pair couldn’t decipher, was it a friendship or something more?

Throughout all of the late nights they spent together she never told him about her past. The dark thoughts that kept her up at night, the experiences she went through with her ex, all of that stayed locked up inside of her only coming out briefly in songs that she wrote.

Currently, she was watching the brothers perform from backstage, a red solo cup in her hand filled with a liquor a little stronger than how she normally liked it.

Palaye finished their set with the hit song Nervous Breakdown, something Nessa was quite familiar with.

As the boys made their way backstage, Remington grabbed her wrist gently to pull her towards him in a hug, she instinctively ripped her arm away from him and backed up.

His eyes widened and he held his hands up,

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he mumbled, fear in his eyes from upsetting his friend.

She shook her head, black bangs falling in her eyes before speaking,

“It’s okay, Rem. You just spooked me.” A lie that fell from her lips so easily, the truth buried far below the surface.

He nodded, grabbing a drink for himself then asked her if she wanted to go work on music back at the hotel.

She agreed and they walked the short distance back to the hotel, stopping a few times for Remington to take photos with lucky fans who happened to spot him on their journey.

Once in the hotel room, they both had a buzz going on from the alcohol flowing through their veins.

Sitting cross-legged on the plush carpet, he pulled out his notebook intending to get back to work but the alcohol in his system gave him a wave of confidence.

Remington leaned forward capturing Nessa’s lips against his own in a gentle kiss one in which she returned. Taking this as a good sign he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against hers gently, yet once again the other singer pulled away.

“Fuck.” He scooted back, hands running through his short split-dyed hair.

“I totally read the moment wrong,” he confessed, feeling guilty and embarrassed.

Nessa sighed feeling like she needed to tell him the truth or at least as much as she could bear to. She really liked him after all.

“It’s not your fault. Sexual things are just really hard for me after my ex.” She looked down while speaking, playing with a loose thread on her fishnet tights.

Remington stayed quiet, letting her continue at her own pace.

“Basically, he fucked me up in a lot of ways and there’s a lot of sexual stuff I can’t even do, like going down on a guy. It’s just hard.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she expected him to get up and leave, it was what every guy had done when she told them. No one wanted to be with a girl that was so broken especially when it came to sex stuff.

“I’m so sorry,” Remington whispered, his heart breaking in his chest. How could any guy treat her badly was the thought racing through his head.

She looked up and met his gaze, feeling strong enough to continue.

“It’s part of the reason why I can’t be vocal during sex. I know guys usually want girls that are loud and speak up in bed, but I just can’t.” She admitted.

Remington held his arms open which she accepted and crawled into his arms, feeling safe within his hold. After a few moments, he whispered,

“You don’t need to feel like you’re not good enough. Everything about you is perfect to me. If we were together I’d never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

Her heart filled with a mix of safety and happiness.

She pulled away enough to look up at him her bright green eyes meeting his dark ones, she leaned forward to kiss him this time being the one to deepen it.

As their tongues moved against each other passionately she crawled into his lap.

He pulled away after a moment to check on her,

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek.

She nodded, smiling as she took notice of his swollen lips.

“I think I just needed to tell you that. If we do this, I can’t talk during it. Can we come up with another way to have a safe word?”

“Of course. How about if you want to stop you grab my wrist and if you want me to keep going you pull my hair?” He asked wanting nothing more than to make her comfortable.

Her eyes lit up at the idea and lust swirled inside of her, seeing this side of Remington was so sexy.

“That sounds like a good plan to me. Now shut up and take your clothes off,” she giggled standing up from his lap.

He didn’t have to be told twice and the pair undressed quickly. Fishnet tights and skinny jeans were tossed aside before the light was clicked off.

Remington pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately before laying her on the bed.

“Remember the safe gestures?” He questioned before moving to kiss her neck.

Letting him know she did and also wanting him to keep doing that, she tugged on his short dyed hair.

He obliged licking and sucking on the soft skin leaving behind a faint pink mark.

He kissed his way down her body, moving his hand up to be close to her so she had easy access to grab his wrist if needed.

Once he made his way between her thighs, he looked up at her in the darkness.

Nessa replied by reaching down and tugging on his hair, urging him to continue.

He made himself busy by sliding his tongue across her wetness, causing her to moan out softly, sure she couldn’t talk but moaning was a different story especially when a sexy singer was doing that, she thought to herself.

She buried her fingers in the soft tendrils of his black and blonde hair, hoping he got the hint to keep going, which he did.

His tongue moved slowly across her clit, teasing the sensitivity of it.

She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations as his mouth and tongue worked expertly against her most tender area.

The pleasure built up and she knew she was going to come soon so she tugged at his hair once more to let him know as her moans got louder. She bit down on her lip as she came her legs quivering from the warmth and wetness of the singer’s tongue.

Remington pulled away, licking his lips as he moved back up to check on her, his eyes searching hers in the darkness.

She grinned before leaning forward to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” She whispered, before biting down on his lower lip in a teasing but intimate gesture.

He let out a rough laugh, leaning over to grab a condom, once situated he slid himself into her, both moaning out in pleasure.

Nessa once again threaded her fingers through his hair as his hips moved against hers, the sensation of his large member filling her up with every thrust.

He buried his face against her neck to lick and suck on her flesh as he picked up the pace, fucking her into the hotel mattress.

The two lovers moaned into the darkness as the pleasure blossomed within them.

Remington coming with a low growl, Nessa tightened her grip on the short locks of hair and moaned out as she came, shaking beneath the singer.

Once everything was cleaned up, the duo laid together in bed.

“I’m so happy I gave this a chance.” She whispered into the darkness.

Remington agreed, once again happy that she shared such a vulnerable part of her past with him.

“Me too and don’t think this was a one-night stand either. You’re definitely not getting rid of me now.” He admitted.

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