#cod x black reader

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."

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.

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.

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.

This is 1, here’s 2 & 3

You cursed your procrastinating spirit for landing you into this situation. Said situation being the huge and weird man circumstances had forced you into living with.

All ended up well enough though, since your new roommate, Simon, was very particular with neatness and also very very reliable.

It was nice to know that if something broke there was someone willing and available to fix it and also a welcome relief to realize you’d only ever have to worry about your own share of bills and chores.

He was also just plain nice despite being so quiet(and odd). Although he seemed to communicate in mainly grunts and deadpanned stares, he’d taken it upon himself to drive you to campus most days, cook for you whenever he could and he even awkwardly comforted you when he noticed you feeling particularly down.

Your only gripe with him, something you found endearingly frustrating, was his inability to take a hint.

You’d made so many a pointed remark about things you’d like to do to him and vice versa, but somehow all you’d ever receive in return was a dumbfounded stare as he tried to process what you meant. The fool would then somehow make the statements seem more innocent than originally intended and due to embarrassment you’d never correct him instead letting out a frustrated huff to which you’d get confused but placating pats.

At some point you thought that maybe he didn’t have a thick skull and this was just a polite way for him to turn you down. But the intense stares he’d direct at you at inadvertent times, but most especially in the mornings when his eyes would zero in on your cleavage or whatever else he could glean through the sets you favored as pjs showed that he was very much interested.

So all was well enough but not exactly perfect, because Simon Riley was too dense to see that all you wanted was to be in his bed.

Anyhow I lowkey didn’t edit this as much cuz nothing will get out at this rate. Abandoned way too many lil writings like these cuz I got mad over my words not wording. I’ve got a continuation for this sorta

COD Men x BlkFem!Reader

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, meine liebe.”

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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.

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me???