hot mean characters all have degradation and humiliation kinks, and no one can change my mind.
sure, they'll be nicer to you than they are to everyone else. but they'll be menaces in bed and just absolutely bully you while they fuck you. slut. whore. needy. bitch. these are just some of the things they call you while they pound your pussy with their cocks. they'll make it seem like they'd rather you're an obedient bunny. but they secretly love it when you're a brat because it gives them the excuse to bend you over their lap to bruise your ass or fuck you until you're dumb.
they're not selfish lovers. in fact, they'll make you cum over and over until you're shaking and crying and unable to babble anything other than their name. they'll tease you constantly, making comments about how easy they bring you to orgasm or how you're such a needy slut for cumming so much.
still, it's not just you who gets all the fun. they'll easily manhandle you, tossing you around like a ragdoll and stretching you until you're in the position they want you to be in while they fuck you mercilessly. they'll mock you when you cry, laughing at how emotional you get while being fucked by them. they'll kiss, grab, bite, smack, pinch at every inch of you that they want to, making sure to leave marks to remind you who you belong to.
they'll leave you a sobbing mess by the end of it, your body shaking from the painful pleasure they put you through while a mixture of your juices and their cum drip from your used holes.
stark men with a wife who complains about his beard scratching up her thighs when he goes down on her or her cheeks when he kisses her...only for her to give him the most betrayed look when he walks in one day, completely clean shaven face
๐ summary: remmick takes care of you whenver it's your time of the month.
๐ pairing: remmick x fem!reader
๐ warning: period sex, fem receiving, cunnilingus, fingering, tongue fucking, downbad!remmick
๐ author's note: took me two of my periods to finish this, but i'm so glad i did, lol. my first time writing something of this concept, and i definitely had fun doing it.
"Darlin', please," Remmick begs as he presses his nose against your period blood-soaked panties. Your nightgown is bunched around your waist while his hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into your supple skin. "Christ, you're gonna be bleedin' heavier than usual, I can tell."
His heightened senses as a vampire mean that he can track down the scent human blood from miles away. So it comes to no surprise for him to immediately jolt awake at the scent of the first drops of your menstrual blood staining your underwear and waste no time burying himself in between your thighs.
"Remmick!" You gasp as he buries himself further, his nose pressing against your now-sensitive clit as he deeply inhales your scent once again.
He comes up from between your thighs and looms over you with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes are begging for your permission as saliva uncontrollably drips from his lips and onto your chest. Sweat pricks his forehead as he grips the sheet surrounding your head, his knuckles becoming stark white.
"Please, babyโI'm so fuckin' hungry," He begs once more, almost choking on his words. It's taking all of his willpower to not just rip off your clothes and eat you out right there and then. "My baby don't want me to starve, does she? I don't want all this goodness in your pussy go to waste."
"Remmick, I can'tโah!" You try to argue, but any attempts to be firm with him immediately wash away as he leans down and his lips latch onto the sweet spot in between your neck and shoulder. "You know IโI have work in the morning, I need to sleep."
He groans against your neck in protest, his lips continuing to suck on your soft and sensitive skin that is sure to bruise later. "Let me take care of ya, darlin'. We both know you're gonna be hurting all week if I do nothin'."
You gasp sharply as you feel the all-too-familiar pain in your abdomen. You know he's rightโyou'll be in for a world of hurt if you don't let him help you. It doesn't help that he's been helping you with your period every single month since you've met. At this point, you're forgetting how painful your periods used to be, and you know for a fact you don't want to remember.
"Well, baby, what is it?"
"Okay." You finally breathe out in response, and Remmick wastes no time digging his head back between your legs.
His teeth latch onto your blood-stained panties, ripping them off in one swift jerk of his head to the side. Your cunt glistens as the moonlight hits your folds, slick in both period blood and your juices.
You moan as the rough pad of his tongue meets your sensitive bundle of nerves, his lips wrapping around it. You try to close your legs on instinct, but Remmick easily pushes your legs back with one arm, forcing your knees to press against your chest as his tongue makes repeated swipes against your clit.
With his other hand, he collects a mixture of your juices around the rim of your pussy with his fingers as lube, before prodding your pulsating hole with his calloused digits. Your hips buck against him as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud and his thick fingers pry you open.
"Oh, fuck!" You gasp as his fingers curl, hitting the spongy area that always makes you putty in his hands.
His fingers thrust in and out of your pussy as he continues to lick your clit, swiftly circling and swiping against the bundle of nerves. One of your hands makes its way into his hair, fingers wrapping around brown locks and your hips buck forward, as if trying to push him further against your pussy more than he physically could. Suddenly, his fingers leave your hole, eliciting a whine from your throat at the feeling of emptiness as your pussy gapes.
"Such a pretty little pussyโso wet and so fucking tasty," Remmick moans against your folds, licking from your puckered asshole to your engorged clit in one swift motion. "And my baby's a good girl for lettin' me care for her. Ain't that right, sweetie?"
You can only manage a 'yes' in response before more moans leave your lips as Remmick finally sticks his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your toes curl and your back arches as his tongue thrusts in and out of your pussy, exploring your interior walls. His thumb finds your clit, expertly drawing tight circles and sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
Your breathing becomes heavier as you feel the warmth in your core grow stronger. You don't have to tell himโRemmick can feel you getting close to reaching your orgasm. He wraps both of his arms around your legs, spreading them further and forcing your folds to part wider, giving him better access to every inch of your cunt.
He continues to eat you out, his tongue burying itself as deep as it will allow between your folds with every thrust. Godโeven with just his tongue at his disposal, he's able to make you feel so full. You throw your head back and your lips forms an 'o' shape as he burrows his tongue deeper, making your hips buck.
Your moans turn into a cry of pleasure as the warmth in your core finally spreads throughout your limbs, making your body shake and convulse as your orgasm hits you. Remmick's arms hold your shaking legs down as he continues to prod your insides with his tongue, exploring every crevice and lapping up every bit of pussy juice and menstrual blood gushing out from your pussy.
Your body finally goes limp once you get off of the high of your orgasm, your skin slick with sweat from what has just transpired. You continue to breathe heavy, trying to catch your breath. You look down between your spread legs and find Remmick grinning up at you. You have a hard time seeing in the dark, but you manage to catch the sight of his lips red and glistening with your release, and you can't help but blush at the mess you caused on his face.
You reach for your nightgown to pull it back down, only for Remmick to grab your wrist and stop you.
"Darlin', did you think I was done with this sweet pussy of yours?" He asks, amusement and mischief laced in his voice. Grabbing you by your hips, he flips you over and wraps his arms around your thighs to force your ass up in the air. "I'm just getting started."
Before you could say anything else, the vampire's tongue dives back into your folds, making you moan once more. You should've known better. Remmick told you he'd take care of you, and he won't stop until he's lapped up every single drop from your pussy.
hear me out... period sex with remmick because he is absolutely obsessed with any and all ways he could get his hands (mouth, really) on your blood, and making you feel good at the same time is the cherry on top.
i keep imagining jack o'connell wearing his prosthetic fangs to the oscars as a modern!au of remmick. never in my life have i desperately wanted an irish vampire to bite me than when he walked out on the red carpet with that fang-toothed grin.
๐ summary: you eating strawberries looks a little too much like sucking joel's cock.
๐ pairing: farmhand!joel x farmer's daughter!reader
๐ warning: legal but inappropriate age gap, outdoors sex, rough play, oral (m!receiving), face fucking
๐ author's note: decided to push myself to finish one more smut fic before 2025 ends. this is a sequel to this but can be read as a stand-alone either way. anyways, happy new year's eve and hope you enjoy!
The drive back to the farm is quiet, save for the humming of the pickup truck and the sound of you munching on the strawberries you had bought from the market an hour ago. Joel doesn't know what to say or do, as he just had his fingers knuckles-deep inside of his boss' daughter's pussy less than 24 hours ago.
Frankly, he planned on avoiding you. Maybe yesterday's events were enough to satisfy you, or Tommy almost walking in on the two of you could've scared you away from him. All he knows is that he needs to stay away from you. But as fate would have it, he's stuck with you today as your chauffeur, with her father's orders being that he take you to the market to buy whatever you needed, and take you back to the farm.
He watches you from the corner of his eye, seeing you pick up another strawberry from the basket in your lap, wrapping your lips around it and taking a bite, its red juices coating your lips. His knuckles turn white as he tightly grips the steering wheel. God, if that's how you're eating a strawberry, he can't help himself but imagine how you'd be sucking on his dick, which has begun to harden under his jeans.
"Want a strawberry?"
Your words pull him out of his train of thought, and he clears his throat. "No thanks."
"You sure? They're big and juicy, you know." You say, before reaching your hand out to put on gingerly on his thigh. "Kind of like something else."
"I'm not playing this game with you, not right now." Joel pushes your hand away, but you put it back anyways, fingers slowly creeping their way up higher towards his crotch.
"What game? I'm just talking about strawberries."
He can't take this anymore. The truck immediately pulls to a halt on the side of the empty road, right next to an open field. Joel immediately gets out, going around the front and opening the passenger door. He grabs your arm and yanks you out, making you yelp and almost tipping over the basket of strawberries. Trapping you between his body and the cool metal door of the pickup truck, he grips your face with one hand, forcing your eyes to meet.
"Honey, are you fucking serious? You really want to pull this shit on me right here, right now?"
"What do you mean?" You ask, feigning innocence.
"Don't give me that sweet girl act, honey. We both know you're far from it." He snaps, before grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand to press against the bulge protruding from his dirt-stained jeans. "This is what you wanted, right?"
Your mouth runs dry as you get a feel of his hard on. He's as hard as a rock, and you know for a fact it's because of youโand you can't help but get turned on at the thought and the proof your fingers are trying to wrap around right now. You grab a hold of his belt but Joel slaps your hand away.
"You're not touching anything unless I tell you to, sweetheart." He grunts as he starts to unbuckle his belt himself. "Now get on your knees."
You comply almost immediately, sinking into the green blades of wild grass, until you're face-to-face with the bulge threatening to escape his pants. You lick your strawberry-stained lips in anticipation as you watch the older farm hand unzip his jeans and pull out his cock.
A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sight, and Joel lets out a low chuckle. "Surprised?"
"It's better than I imagined," you breathe out.
You always thought he was big. Whenever you had your hands inside your panties in the middle of the night, you always imagined him with a big dick, and now you know that you have been absolutely right. His cock is long, girthy, covered in veins, and topped with a big head with an angry red tip that's oozing with pre-cum. It's almost hypnotizing to look atโyou spent so much time daydreaming and fantasizing about Joel and how big his dick must be, and now you're going to get a taste of it.
"Go ahead, darling," Joel says, pressing his thumb against your lips to force them to part open. "Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."
You open your mouth wider to allow for the head to slip into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it. Your lips enclose around the head before you start to gently suck. Joel lets out a groan at the sightโgod, your lips wrapped around his tip looks exactly as how you'd been sucking on strawberries minutes ago. You look up to find him with his back hunched and one of his hands firmly pressed against the pickup truck behind you.
His other hand gets into the back of your head, forming a fist around your hair. He starts pushing you down on his cock, and more of his length begins to disappear past your lips. You whine against his shaft when you feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
"Just a little more, darling, I know you can take it all," Joel grunts, and, slowly but surely, he guides you down further until your lips meet the base of his shaft. When he finally lets go of your hair, you begin to bob your head up and down his cock, eliciting grunts and low moans from Joel. "That's it, that's a good girlโfuck! Your mouth feels so good, baby."
A warmth spread from your stomach down to your core at his praises. All of the words he's said and different sounds he's madeโit makes you wet knowing it's you that's making him say all of those things. You find yourself putting a hand down your denim shorts, hips rocking back and forth against your fingers and making them sticky with your juices.
You continue sucking him off, with your tongue licking the underside of his shaft and getting a feel for the ridges and veins. Your own moans, muffled by the cock stuffed in your mouth, sends vibrations through his length, making Joel's hips jerk and buck against your face.
His reaction prompts you to move faster, bobbing your head up and down on his length at a quicker pace. Joel's moans only grow louder, and you feel his hand reach behind you to hold the back of your head steady. Before you know it, he's fucking your mouth, his hips bucking against you once more.
He thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth at a pace you wouldn't have been able to achieve on your own. Tears well up in your eyes and saliva seeps from the corners of your mouth as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat. He continues to fuck your face, your head kept in place as his shaft pulls out before slamming back into your mouth. The sheer roughness of it all only makes you hornier, your fingers running much more frantic circles around your sensitive clit.
"ChristโI'm gonna cum," Joel grunts, as he finally pulls his cock out from between your lips, leaving you with drool dripping from your chin. He wraps a hand around his shaft, your saliva acting as lube as he sloppily rubs himself in front of your face. "Open your mouth, honey."
You do as your told, parting your lips as wide as you can and sticking your tongue out for good measure. Within seconds, spurts of Joel's hot, sticky cum leave the tip of his cock and land in your anticipating mouth, with some of his seed pooling on your tongue.
You look up at Joel as you slowly swallow his semen, making sure your eyes meet as you do so. A hint of a smirk comes across his face as he places a hand on your face, his calloused thumb softly running across your cheek.
"Atta girl," Joel grunts in satisfactionโif only he hadn't ejaculated seconds prior, his cock would be hard as a rock right now at the sight of you swallowing his cum, and he would've fucked your face all over again.
IN A FARMER'S HANDS | ๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ
๐ summary: you need joel, and what else can he do except satisfy the needs of his boss' daughter?
๐ pairing: farmhand!joel x farmer's daughter!reader
๐ warning: inappropriate but legal age gap, inexperienced reader, semi-public sex, rough play, fingering, slight oral fixation, almost getting caught
๐ author's note: for some reason, the holidays got me in the mood to write joel smut, hahah. considering making this a semi-series of farmhand!joel prompts but i'll see. hope you enjoy this one!
"I want you to fuck me."
Joel can't help but laugh. You, with all your lace-lined dresses and inexperience, want to be fucked by him. He has to hand it to you, he did not expect some farm owner's daughter to have the guts that you do right now. "You don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."
Still, he can't be completely surprised. The way your necklines got lower and your skirts got shorter every time he saw you out and about in the farm, the way you let the strong breeze lift your short skirt and give him a glimpse of your cotton panties while he was tilling the land, the way you clasped your hands in front of you in a way that pushed your tits together whenever you carried baskets with seasonal produce that he helped farmโJoel noticed it all, and he'd be lying if he said that his cock didn't get bricked up from all the teasing. He always pretends that he doesn't notice, but he knows it's all for him.
"I'm sure!" You're slightly shaking now, but your voice still holds its firmness. "I don't want anyone else. I want you, Joel."
He takes a step towards you, and he raises an eyebrow in surprise when you don't take a step back. He comes closer until his face is inches away from yours, his eyes forming slits as he analyzes you up and down. Your breath hitches as he leans forward, his mouth next to your ear.
"You sure about that, honey?"
"Yes."
"If we're doing this, we're doing this my way, you know that? I'm not gonna make love to you, and I don't plan on going soft on you either."
"I never said anything about making love. Like I said, I want you to fuck me. Hard."
And that's confirmation enough for him.
Joel pulls away and grips your jaw, calloused fingers squeezing your cheeks together, before slamming his lips against yours. His chapped lips are rough against your lipgloss-coated ones, while the salt and pepper hairs of his beard scratch your cheek. You instinctively grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until you're pressed between the stable wall and his body.
His free hand roams your body before pulling down on the neckline of your dress, freeing your soft breasts. You whine as his lips move from yours down to your tits, latching onto one of your already-hard nipples. You bite your lip to hold back a moan as his teeth nip at your sensitive nub, and his tongue runs circles around it. His knee makes its way in between your thighs, forcing your legs open and allowing him to slip his hand under the skirt of your dress.
"Christ, darling," Joel groans as his fingers make contact with your soaked panties. "I haven't even started, and you're already wet for me. Need an older man's cock that badly, huh?"
He doesn't give you a chance to respond as he pushes aside the wet cotton fabric and presses his rough digits against your throbbing clit, eliciting a gasp from your lips. His fingers expertly rub circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. Instinctively, your hips buckle and you grind into his touch.
You inhale harshly as you feel his calloused fingertips move away from your clit and towards your dripping entrance, circling around your hole as if taunting you to let them enter.
"Think you're ready for my fingers, baby?" Joel asks, his hot breath heavy against your neck as he nibbles on your earlobe. You nod, but he grunts and bites on your ear, making you wince. "I need you to use your words."
"Yes, I can take it." You breathe out, and before you know it, two of his fingers are pushing themselves into your pussy.
Your moans are nearly uncontrollable as his fingers stretch your tight hole and sink in deeper with every thrust. His thumb reaches for your clit, making tight circles around the sensitive nub as his fingers curl inside you and find the spongy spot within your walls.
Joel's pace quickensโhis calloused fingertips hit your g-spot with every thrust and his thumb continues to mercilessly attack your clit. His mouth makes its way to the crevice between your shoulder and your neck, lips sucking on your sensitive skin.
You mewl as your knees weaken due to the combination of sensations; you have to grab onto the front of his shirt to keep yourself upright. You grow wetter with every jolt of pleasure running through your body. The squelching of his fingers repeatedly stretching your walls would've been audible if it wasn't for the mix of moans and gasps leaving your mouth.
"Joel, I think I'm gonnaโ" Before you could finish your sentence, Joel puts his other hand over your mouth, muffling your voice.
Your eyes widen as you hear the stable gate creak open and a pair of boots hitting the floor. "Joel! You in here?" A voice finally asks, which you recognizes as Tommy's.
"Yeah, I'm here." Joel responds, before mouthing at you to keep quiet. The normalcy in his voice doesn't reflect that his fingers are still thrusting in and out of your pussy as if his brother wasn't a couple of feet away. "What is it?"
"The boss wants to see you, something about a problem with the pipes in the kitchen."
"I'll be there in a minute. I'm almost done, just finishing up here."
You hear a quick 'alright' from Tommy, then the sounds of retreating footsteps and the stable gate creaking shut. After what seemed like forever, Joel finally removes his hand from your mouth, making you gasp.
"Heard all of that, sweetheart? Now, I'm gonna need you to cum for me. Can't let the boss know I'm making his daughter feel good in his own stable now, can we?"
Before you can come up with a coherent response, he quickens his pace even further, sloppily fucking you with his fingers at a speed you can't keep up with. A gasp leaves your lips as his palm presses against your clit to roughly grind against your sensitive bud. You find yourself grinding yourself on his hand, as if attempting to force his fingers in deeper than their limits.
Your moans grow louder as the sensation in the pit of your stomach grows bigger. Before you know it, you're crying out as your orgasm hits you, causing your body to shake and convulse uncontrollably. Joel slows down his thrusts while you ride out the waves of pleasure running through every part of your body.
His fingers finally leave your spent pussy, and you bite your lip to hold back a whine of disappointment at the feeling of finally being empty. Your cheeks grow hot as you catch the sight of his hand, the sunlight catching how your sticky juices coated his wrinkled, calloused skin and made it glisten.
"God, you do need an older man that badly." Joel chuckles, swiping his wet fingers across your bottom lip, coating them in your own cum. He slips in the tips of his fingers into your mouth, forcing your lips to part. "C'mon, darling, clean up the mess you made."
You find yourself eagerly opening your mouth wider, allowing for his fingers to slip in further. You moan around his fingers as you suck on his digits, your tongue being coated in the taste of your own pleasure as it swirls around his fingertips.
Joel hums in satisfaction. "That's a good girl. Next time, it will be my cock you'll be cleaning off."
"hear me out" and it's this problematic and pathetic yet really hot cardinal that i want to seduce and ruin so good he starts having a crisis of his faith and beliefs:
matt murdock is the type of man who fucks your brains out until you can't walk, but at the same time, he's talking you through the pounding and making sure you're okay. your brain might get fuzzy from how good he's making you feel and your skin will get covered in his bruises, but he'll make sure to whisper the sweetest things in your ear and call you his good girl for taking his cock so well.
not to mention, his powers aren't just for bringing criminals to justice; they're also for letting him know exactly what turns you on. the way he bucked his hips, rubbed your clit, kissed and bit to leave marks all overโhe took note of every whine, every gasp, every curl of your toes and made sure you received the best he could give.
nothing matters to him except knowing that he's the only one who will ever make you feel as good as he does and that every time you cum, it will always be much stronger than the last.
