Pornstar! Price who only gets rougher and meaner the more you two work together.
Your first scene was intense already, but when he saw that you were able to take it in only made him worse. He wanted to be the one that fucked you every time. Not his you get coworkers, not the ones that sat and gossiped about how good you were.
They were all talk no action and that was a known fact. They could talk the talk, but when it came down to the scenes none of them were able to keep up with you. It was boring and made you start to fall out of love with the whole studio.
Price wasn't gonna let you go anywhere though. He was gonna prove to both you and the little fucks he called his coworkers that you were only going to be working him for now on.
This was the last video of the day, you and him, a tabooer scene of him acting as your "father-in-law" who was teaching how to be oh so good for his son. He had you on his lap, big hands that were scarred from years of war now lifting you up with ease and pushing you down on his dick. Seven thick inches stretching you over and over till the point you were in tears.
"What's my name, doll?"
"Dadd- fuck- daddy please. Fucking me so good. Can't get enough of you."
"I know babydoll. Daddy is just so fuckin' deep in you. Cut that crying out, not gonna put up with it much longer baby."
His hand gripped your jaw making you look back at him directly in his eyes. A dark look was written all over his face, one that you couldn't make out exactly. Your cum was all over both his and your thighs leaving a sticky mess that made the sound of skin sound even louder.
"Just needed a real man to fuck you, not some little ass boy huh? Easy whore. couldn't wait to open your legs for me. Could you?"
That wasn't a part of the script, at least not that you could remember. It wasn't unheard of for him to go off script though so you could ignore it enough. He pulled out just enough to turn you around to face him completely. Mascara was smeared all of your eyes and cheeks, a dazed look in your eyes only making him more feral.
Within two seconds you were flipped on to your back with Price rutting into you. Your ankles dangled on each side of his head. An unexpected squeal fell from your lips making his smirk deepen. With one heavy thrust he was able to push every single inch within you.
"God- Oh my god! You're driving me crazy John."
A swift but soft slap was given to your face the moment his name fell from your lips.
"So close doll. How bout you show me some respect and call me my name. You remember, don't you? Cmon, call out for your daddy."
Your hips bucked trying to get away only for him to pin your plush thighs to your chest.
"Where you going baby? Hm? Tryna run from me already? Can take me so easy any other time. Just be good for me."
Price was gonna have fun with this. Little did you know that this gonna keep going even after the cameras went off.
retired military! mechanic! simon x houswife! reader :P
retired military! mechanic! simon who dotes on his wife whenever he can. he almost never has a new pair of shoes but makes sure you have the newest pair of heels you wanted and that your hair is always done.
retired military! mechanic! simon who watches in awe as you make the kids breakfast every morning, how you always seem to just know what everyone wants/needs.
housewife! reader who is all over her beefy husband 24/7! even though he retired from the military a while ago, his muscles never really went away, regardless of how many good meals you’ve fed him.
housewife! you who begged simon for just one more kid. although at first he was hesitant to give you one more, scared he would hurt you, but once he saw you with you two's son on your hip as you cooked dinner, he knew he had to give you one more.
retired military! mechanic! simon who comes home after a grueling shift, face dirty and hands rough, although he came in with a brooding and gloomy demeanor — he can’t help but perk up at your kid’s yelling, “daddy!” and jumping into his arms.
retired military! mechanic! simon who, after putting the kids down for bed, gently pulled your hand, leading you into the bathroom. “cmon, love, don’t wanna neglect my pretty girl any longer.” he grins, turning on the shower. all you can do is grin, kicking your feet in happiness.
housewife! you who tucks your lip between your teeth, watching simon with predatory eyes, his muscular back tensing as he grabs the two of you towels from the closet.
retired military! mechanic! simon who saw how needy you were, picking you up by hooking his strong arms under your legs, stepping into the shower — pinning you against the cold tile. you can’t help but gasp at this, a manicured hand running through his grown out buzz.
housewife! you who tried so hard to keep quiet while simon slowly pushed into you, hands roaming to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, to keep you grounded. simon can’t help but chuckle at you, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck.
retired military! mechanic! simon who thrusts erratically inside of you, groans muffled by the water hitting your husband’s back. “do you know how much i missed this perfect body, this beautiful face — fuck..” he grunts, your moans slowly turning into cries.
housewife! you who finally got what you wished for. amazing dick and, most importantly, a positive pregnancy test.
𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⁺⑅ pervyjanitor Simon Ghost Riley! (dubious con )
warnings: +18 dubious con, finger fun, they get nasty in a supply closet, smut, reader receives oral
simon who's the janitor at the public library you frequent. always keeping his head down and focusing on the task at hand. whether it be mopping, sweeping, cleaning desks, or rearranging chairs, he never interacted with any of the library goers—until you.
"hi! can i get a library card, please?" you spoke ever so sweetly to the older librarian at the front desk.
simon's eyes glanced over at you as he heard your voice, you're new. this library has only a few customers who frequently stop in. students, elderly, or just those stopping in to find a specific book. but you—
you were gorgeous. his heavy gaze raking over your frame appreciatively. even pausing his mopping as he just turned to glance at your back.
"thank you so much" you exclaimed sweetly as you waited on your new library card to be made. you were feeling something strange—heavy—weighing on your back. making the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. thoughtlessly, you turn around to see what it is causing this feeling.
then you locked eyes with him, his blonde lashes focused on you with a blank face, almost as if he didnt think you’d notice him at all.
you were stuck for a moment, not yet being ready to turn away as you both stared at eachother. simon could feel his heart racing away in his chest, a feeling uncommon in his typically bleak and melancholy life. his scarred hands gripping the mop just a bit tighter as he stared shamelessly.
"hey" you say softly to him as he went on perusing your frame. his eyes drifting from your frame to your hips.
briefly, the tip of his pink tongue bared as he licked his bottom lip in arousal. you two staring at eachother wordlessly as simon decided he had to have you.
the old librarian grabbing your attention as she placed your new library card on the desk. "here you are, enjoy". she spoke nicely, oblivious to the silent exchange that just occured between you and the janitor.
you thanked her, turning back around to look for him. but he was gone.
walking over to a small couch in the back of the library, you placed your things down before walking off to explore some of the shelves. the library was empty, giving you ample opportunity to check out of the shelves. you walked over to the mystery area, glancing at some of the books on the shelf.
simon watched as you grabbed a book, standing two rows behind you as he glanced through the shelves. he could feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.
his eyes practically glazing over in lust when he saw you bend over to reach for a book on one of the low shelves. he had to lure you in, wanted to be close to you. he thought quickly as he chose to knock a book off of its shelf.
thud!
you turned around instantly after hearing the loud sound. "what-" you mumbled in confusion as you noticed that there is no one in any of the rows behind you.
pursuing the noise you walked with your newfound book in hand as you headed two rows behind you where you heard the book fall. kneeling over, you snatch the book off the ground. wondering how it could just fall randomly.
suddenly,
a hand slips over your mouth, making your eyes widen fearfully as you feel yourself being tugged backward against a firm chest. you wiggle resistively to no avail as the person just drags you backward and into a supply closet of sorts?
you could smell the sweet scent of cleaning supplies instantly upon entry. the dark closet does nothing to calm your nerves as you strain your eyes to see who dragged you in here. you hear a click, a buzzing yellow light bulb hanging above you and your perpetrator in the small room.
it was him, the janitor. you open up your mouth to confront him but he stops you just by slapping his warm palm over your mouth again.
"here's how its gonna be, yer gonna listen t'me. y'hear me?". his gravelly voice coming out roughly like he doesnt speak that much. his firm tone making it clear that you didn't have any other choices here. your mind travelling to the only other person in this building, which is the old lady at the front desk.
"why're you doi-" you mumbled behind his palm as he just stared down at you. his eyes raking over your form again.
"aven't seen a girl like you in a long time. not letting you go until i've had my fill" he answers your unfinished question before tugging the bottom of his mask up to kiss you. his soft pink lips landing on yours as you melted into the kiss. placing one of his large hands on your hips to pull you against his chest.
"look at tha', not even puttiin up a fight. must've been wishing for this t'appen" he chuckled lowly after pulling away from the kiss.
you pressing a hand against his chest as you look up at his heated gaze. simon wastes no time as he goes to pull on the bottom of your top, tugging it up and over your head before you can even think. you let him, as you adjust to the situation.
wasting no time, he tugs on your leggings, tugging them down and off each leg like he was on a timer.
“fucking hell, look at you”
simon’s pupils dilating in complete pleasure at the site of you in just your underwear. reaching a hand down to the front of his black janitor cargos to adjust his hard on.
“fuck, please let me touch you” he eyebrows furrow as he stares at you intently.
his eyes struggling to focus as he visually devours you.
“…yes” you acquiesce,
growing wetter by the second as you stand before him. simon cracked a smile as he unzipped the janitorial jumpsuit he was wearing. the keys and rags attached shaking as he got out of the outfit.
it was your turn to appreciate him as you looked him up and down. you couldn’t even contain your blush at the site. sure, he was scarred. healed slashes, bruises covered by ink, and marks that looked possibly older then you—but he was hot.
“c’mere” pulling your arm gently as he tugged you closer to him.
running a rough palm against your cheek as he leaned down for yet another nasty kiss. his hot tongue slipping into your mouth as he dominated the kiss. his hand slipping down to your throat as he somehow backed you up against the cool closet wall.
“ve’ been waitin so long for a girl like you” he mumbled into the kiss.
you kiss back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. his free hand slipping down to the front of your panties. excitedly slipping the whole hand in, to touch your wet clit.
you both gasped at the feeling.
“yer gonna make me lose my mind” he grunted as he feels how wet you are from this situation. he swirls two fingers around on your clit softly while looking in your eyes.
leaning your head back against the wall, your eyes flutter close in bliss. the rough pads of his fingers coaxing you to an orgasm rapidly.
“yea that’s it, girl. just feel me” simon rocked his fingers consistently. his mouth lowering to kiss and nibble on your lip and neck as you moaned.
your hands gripping his shoulders as you squeaked in pleasure. “fuckin love how this pussy feels, maybe i should taste hm?” he teases as he rubs you.
using a finger to slip inside of you now as he watches your body’s reactions.
you were choking on your own breath a bit as you felt him quicken the pace. “mmh fuck” you squealed as he kept going. taking a hand to slap your clit now.
“not stopping til’ this pussy cums for me, ya hearin me?” he states calmly while bending to his knees to lean in and kiss your little pearl. his lips glistening with your juices as he looks up at you with a glint in his gaze.
that was it, you wouldn’t last any longer.
your stomach tightening and toes curling as your little pussy clenched repeatedly on his finger. simon licking and sucking on your clit as you came.
making you place a hand on his head to try and slow him down. the pushes only making him chuckle.
knock! knock!
you both freeze at you two knocking noises on the closet door. simon not moving from his spot on his knees, with you standing above him with a leg on his shoulder.
“simon dear, can you take that sweet girl on a date instead of screwing her in the supply closet?”. you two hear the older librarian who helped you at the front desk on the other side of the door.
best friend dad könig had you bent like a pretzel in the passenger seat of a very expensive car. your toes touched the cool window, while your dress was bunched up leaving you out in the open. your knees touched your shoulders, and your nails dug into the leather. “now it’s coming back to you” his rough voice said slapping your pussy then thumbing his way between your folds. köngi drove widely on the empty highway. his sports car sweerving throughout the lanes as he rushed to get back to his home. “you get around my daughter and forget sweet pea” biting your lip, you withheld your moan.
his thick fingers entering you fucking you roughly. könig finally looked to were you sat and smirked at you. “say sorry” he moved his eyes to the road then back to you quickly, scissoring his fingers into your cunt and groaning at the how wet you were. “m-m’sorryyyy” your hole clenched around him, clit throbbing and köngi knew what would follow moment after, so he took his fingers out of you and went back to tumbing over your clit teasingly.
“had plans to spoil my pretty girl tonight. kiss her, eat her pretty pussy, all because we had the house to ourselves and you’ve been so fuckin good for daddy. but of course you fuck. that. up” with each word he delivered a slap to your pussy, basking in your whimpers and murmurs of sorry. “ghost telling me that you were at a club sweetheart? that’s not what i expected as i cooked dinner waiting for you”as he spoke, eyes focused on the road, he slowly pushed two fingers back into you moving them slowly, just feeling your gussy walls wrap around his digits. “then you wear this baby? looking so pretty - but for who?” turning to you he sped up a little, watching you be seconds away from breaking.
your body shook, slob pooling for the side of you mouth and your eyes felt heavy. you tummy was tense, the feeling of your orgasm so close. “who?” he said again, sterner and louder making you jump and squeal clenching down. “YOU!” you cried as you no longer withheld it. squirt came out of you, as you still cried saying sorry. köngi chuckled evilly taking his fingers out and slapping your wet soppy cunt, knowing it would overstimulate you; to which it did.
all you could do was shake and cry. incoherent words failing to making sense to the mean man who had a smile on his face as he continued to play with your puffy tired pussy, all the way home.
COD men fucking mean, mouthy reader. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Keegan, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.
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König—Quiet until you talk too much. Then he makes you weep.
You started off mean—mocking how quiet he was, how he hesitated to touch. “What, afraid to break me?” you mocked. But König just stared at you for a moment… then threw you on the bed and sank into you with a groan so deep it rattled. “You want me to break you?” he hissed in your ear. “You’ll beg me to stop before I’m done.” And he meant it. His dick was too thick, too deep—you were clawing at the sheets within seconds, choking on sobs. “Too much?” he whispered, voice dark. “I thought you could handle it.” Heat rolled off your body, rich skin flushed and trembling under greedy hands. By the time you came for the third time, you were blubbering, arms around his neck, begging, “Please stay inside, König. Please. I’m sorry.” And he did. He stayed inside; even when he softened, he kept going until he got hard again.
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Hours later, you’re trembling under him, tear-streaked and whimpering, and he’s still inside you—thick, twitching, relentless. “You’re not fightin’ me anymore,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. “You’re soft now. So beautiful like this.” He rolls his hips slow, dick dragging deep, and you gasp, oversensitive. “You’re still takin’ it, liebling,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “Still lettin’ me fill you.” You nod, breath hitching. “I need it, König—need your cum in me again.” He groans low, hands gripping your hips. “Then I’ll give it to you. As many times as you want. I’ll keep you full, mein Schatz.”
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Alejandro—Teasing, until you cross the line. Then he owns you.
You called him a flirt. Said his mouth was better than his stroke. So he made you prove it—fucking you face down, hips rolling deep and rough, a hand in your hair and the other gripping your throat. “Still think I’m all talk, preciosa?” he hissed, fucking you slow and devastating. “Say it again with this fat cock pressing your soul.” You were snappy at first—biting words through moans—but his pace never broke, grinding into your g-spot until your sarcasm dissolved into gasps. “That’s it,” he groaned, voice softer now. “You sound so fuckin’ sweet like this. You just needed a little correction, huh?” You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks. “M'yours, Alejandro,” you whimpered. “Just don’t stop.” He let out a breathless laugh at your ask. "I won’t, my love."
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You’re curled into him, legs over his shoulders, and he’s still rolling his hips slow—just enough to keep his cum inside. “Look at you now, mi amor,” he coos. “You were so mean to me. And now?” His voice drops. “Now you’re crying for this dick.” You hiccup, dazed and warm. “You fuck me so good, Ale. I can’t stop shaking.” He kisses your throat, then your lips, his dick stroking your walls with every lazy push. He’s obsessed with the feel of your lips parting under his, the way you taste like sin and sweat. “I love you like this,” he whispers. “Open. Sweet. Full of me.” You shiver as another orgasm starts to build, and he smirks. “I’m not leaving this pussy till I know it’s mine.”
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Keegan—Patient until you provoke. Then he takes everything.
You mocked him first. Said he was all shadow, no bite. “You just like to watch, huh? Not man enough to handle me?” you sneered. The look in his eyes changed then—dark, unreadable. He didn’t speak. Just pressed you against the wall, yanked your shorts aside, and fucked into you with a roughness that stole your breath. “You don’t think I can handle you?” His voice was gravel, steady even as his hips snapped into yours. “Then why are you cryin’ on my cock?” His gloved hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your moans, his other hand dragging down your thigh to hook your leg high on his hip. You bit at his palm anyway, nails digging into his vest, every insult crumbling into ragged gasps as he hit your g-spot again and again. The mask brushed your cheek when he leaned close, breath hot against your ear. “You can fight me all you want,” he muttered. “But your cunt’s beggin’ for me.”
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Later, you were slumped against his chest, legs spread wide, still full of him. His cock twitched inside, and he tilted your chin up with one finger, making you meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now,” he said, voice almost tender. He shifted his hips slow, dragging himself against your raw, sensitive walls until you sobbed. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give me those tears. You’re mine like this.” Your voice cracked, the heat of your flushed skin pressed tight to his, your body shaking with every push. “Keegan—I’m sorry—I need you.” His lips brushed your temple, slow, reverent. “Good girl,” he breathed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not till I’ve filled you again.”
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Price—Stern, slow, and completely unforgiving.
You said he fucked like a soldier. Precise. Boring. That was a mistake. Because now you’re flat on your back, his body blanketing yours, one hand pinning your wrists while he fucks you with slow, ruthless strokes. “You want a show, sweetheart?” he mutters darkly. “You’ve got one.” His dick presses deep—obscenely deep—and he doesn’t let up, even as you try to twist away. His mouth curves in the faintest smirk. “You’re gonna cum like this,” he says, voice hot at your ear, pulling your hair, threading his fingers into your coils to tilt your head up so you look at him. “Gonna cry and beg and get fucked through it.” And you do. You sob when you cum, legs wrapped around his waist, saying, “John—Captain—I didn’t mean it, I swear—oh my—fuck.”
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His chest is against your back, hand around your throat, and he’s still inside you—grinding slow, deep, like he’s memorizing you. “You’ve got nothin’ left to say now, huh?” he mocks. “Not with this pussy stuffed full.” You choke on a moan, body limp. “John, I can’t—” He kisses your shoulder, voice low. “Yes you can. You’re gonna take every drop I’ve got left. This is what you wanted, innit?” You nod, crying again as he fucks you through the soreness. Stray baby hairs stuck to your damp forehead, softening the ruin of your expression. “There’s my girl,” he grunts. “Takin’ me so well.”
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Gaz—Gentle hands, dirty mouth, patient until you snap.
You teased him about being too nice, too soft—so he showed you just how rough a gentleman can get. He’s got you on your back, thick dick gliding in fast and deep, thumb circling your clit while his lips brush your cheek. “You don’t have to like me,” he whispers. “But this pussy likes me just fine.” You talk shit between gasps, until his thrusts start hitting that sweet spot and your words melt into breathless cries. “Feel how you’re squeezing me, love? She wants it. You want it.” You nod, barely able to think, hands gripping his forearms. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you want me.” You cry it out, shaking. “I want you, Kyle—mghn, fill me, please.”
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Now, you’re barely holding on, one leg over his shoulder, your skin slick with sweat, and he’s still thrusting—soft, but deep. “You were so mean to me, babe,” he breathes, kissing your hand. “Now look at you.” His dick pushes slow inside, warm and pulsing. “Now you’re beggin’ for it.” The weight of him pins you to the bed, heavy and relentless, like he’s claiming you with every steady push. Your lashes clumped with tears, trembling with each sharp breath you fought to swallow. Your brown skin gleamed with sweat like something holy and obscene all at once. You cry out when he hits your spot, fingers clutching the sheets. “Kyle, please… don’t stop.” He groans, forehead against yours. He thrusts deeper, hips pistoning with a slow, grinding rhythm, his thumb never leaving your clit as it swells under his touch. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s milked every fuckin’ drop.”
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Soap—You mocked him. He made you love it.
You told him he was all arrogance and no skill. He laughed—and then wrecked you. Now you’re on top, but he’s got you bouncing on his dick, hands on your waist, fucking you from below like it’s the only thing he was born to do. “No skill, huh?” he pants, watching your thighs quake. “This cunt’s gushin’, lass.” You try to sass back, but the rhythm breaks you. His dick’s thick and unforgiving, your pussy fluttering every time he hits that soaked, swollen spot. “That mouth still got somethin’ smart to say?” he groans. “Or did I fuck the brat outta you?” You’re sobbing now, whispering, “I didn’t mean it—Johnny, I’m sorry—feels so good, please—oh, fuck—.”
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You’re in his lap still trembling in his arms while he rocks up into your pussy. “That’s it, love,” he pants. “Let me keep fuckin’ it into you.” His hands roam your soft thighs, your back, your face, kissing every inch. “You’re soft now. So soft and full for me.” You cling to him, whining, and he whispers against your neck, “Was all bark earlier. Now you’re just mine.” You nod, hips rolling. “Yours, Johnny. All yours.” He groans, hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down with rough, calloused hands, thrusts deep, and says, “Gonna put another one in you. Fill you till you’re ruined.”
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Ghost—Cold until he cracks. Then he turns reverent.
You accused him of being numb. Soulless. “You don’t feel shit, Ghost,” you spat. And he said nothing. Until he had you face down, legs spread, and dick buried so deep you forgot your own name. “You think I don’t feel?” he grits, voice trembling. “Then why the fuck am I shaking inside you?” He fucked you slow, brutal, his masked face brushing your spine, hands holding you like you’d disappear. “You can hate me all you want,” he whispered, hips snapping. “But this pussy’s mine. All of it.” You cried for him then—soft and broken—and he kissed your back, filling you with a groan. “I feel everything with you.”
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Your eyes glazed over, heavy and dark, barely able to focus through the haze. And he hasn’t said a word in minutes. He’s just holding your hips and rocking into you like nothing else matters. Gaze locked on the silken depth of your skin, its beauty unmatched in the low light. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “Ghost—Simon—please.” He leans down, eyes locked on yours. “No more talk,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His cock is relentless, gliding through your swollen cunt, every stroke dragging more tears from your eyes. “You feel this?” he asks “This is how I forgive you.” You nod, voice broken. “I love you—please, don’t stop.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s full again.”
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Headcanon Masterlist
A/N: I'm going to edit this later. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT. But my cycle was coming up when I started writing this, so I was horny and just did whatever😭
Context: Your husband comes home after a long day of “work” to find you standing in the living room in nothing but a blood-splattered plastic apron. You’re completely naked underneath, your body on full display, plush, warm, and slick with crimson. A corpse lies at your feet, but he only has eyes for you.
Content Warnings: Murder & blood, dead body in scene, nudity & implied sexual content, blood kink themes, Serial killer romance, Dark humor, 18+ MDNI
The sun was long gone by the time he pulled into the driveway. Its pale light had bled out across the horizon hours ago, leaving behind a lazy half-moon and the hum of suburban silence. The porch light was off, which was unusual. She usually left it on for him, even though they both knew shadows suited them better.
He stepped out of the car, locking it with a lazy flick of his wrist. His shoulders ached. The body from earlier had taken longer to dismember than expected. Bone saws were efficient, but messy. The client would be pleased, though. He always left things clean.
His boots thudded up the front steps. He unlocked the door, pushed it open, and—
The scent hit first.
Metallic. Sharp. Fresh.
Not his kill.
He paused, nose twitching. His eyes narrowed slightly, but his body didn’t tense. Not quite. Instead, a slow smile curled the corner of his lips.
She’d been busy.
The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow of a corner lamp. Shadows stretched long and thin across the room, and at the center of it, barefoot, blood-soaked, and radiant, stood his wife.
She was calm, like she had all the time in the world. One hip jutted out with a relaxed defiance, a butcher’s knife dangling from one hand, tip still dripping. Her natural coils were puffed into a soft halo on top of her head, untouched by the violence splattered across the rest of her body.
And she wore nothing… nothing but a clear plastic apron.
The thing clung to her body, smeared with blood, fogged in places from heat, and sticking in streaks to her thick, plush frame. Her belly peeked from behind it, round and soft. Her breasts, full and heavy, pressed against the plastic, nipples dark and visible through the red-slick transparency.
His gaze dipped lower.
The apron ended just below her hips, and through the glossy, blood-speckled sheet, he could see the curve of her bare pussy, plump lips glistening, slightly parted from the warmth still rolling off her skin. No panties. No modesty.
Just his wife, naked and coated in crimson, standing over a body like a vision from a dream only a monster like him could conjure.
She blinked at him.
Wide brown eyes. Calm. Sweet.
Like she hadn’t just gutted someone in the living room.
Like she was waiting for him to ask how her day went.
“Hi, baby,” she said softly, voice honey-sweet, head tilted just a little to the side.
He stared. Then slowly, he shut the door behind him.
I am quite frankly, very tired of seeing posts complaining about ‘hood’ Y/Ns and all of you coming out of the woodwork to proclaim that you don’t act this way and it’s disgusting to act this way and you hate fics where the reader wears wigs or acrylics or says the N-word and how all of these are just an inaccurate representation of our community. this is just very coon like behavior and is giving pick me.
yall know very well that fics including black women didn’t even exist until very recently. i’m grateful for every fic written whether it’s bad or good. either way they are contributing to the growth of a very niche community and helping establishing our presence here on this app. i’ve been on this app for like 12 years and I remember in the very early days when fics first started including black mc’s. no matter how the black mc was represented there would still be people in the mentions/comments like ‘eww gross you n***** why did you write this?’ or ‘this fic is so good but why is she black?’. we were quite literally fighting for our right to exist on this app.
hood culture is, like it or not, a big part of the black community and it’s not all negative. it’s a cultural movement that spawned from us being barred from white spaces and seen as the ‘inferior’ race no matter how we presented ourselves. hood girls deserve to see themselves in fiction just like everyone else. they deserve love without the implication that they need to imitate others/change themselves to seem more ‘civilized’. they aren’t bad people just because you don’t share the same style, vocab, interests and hobbies as they do.
whenever you bring this up you are giving non black people a free pass to insert themselves and say ‘yes omg so ghetto’. there are enough people against us. i would never help facilitate a conversation which further criticizes our community. especially when it’s related to very real people whose experiences you are trying to devalue.
