#opeia rambles

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I WAS GONNA SAY THAT

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do headcannons for the creeps with a kind-hearted person who is good at wrestling or grappling? Like, how would they react to someone who could easily overpower or injure them but doesn't bc she doesn't want to hurt anyone?

ooooo that's cool

jeff

play fighting.

encourages you to use this power.

would sneak attack you just to see you try and shove him off instead of overpowering him.

ben

cool.

not that impressed or curious, just like 'yeah alright'.

does want to see how well you can play video games where the controller vibrates.

EJ

he's also good with grip.

would probably show you his forearm and say 'grab it.'

"jack, I don't wanna hu-" "grab. it."

uunderstand that you don't want to hurt anyone, but would be watching from a dark corner if you ever did.

ticci toby

"hold m-my hatchet."

hatches and the like are heavy, he wants to see how good your grappling skills are.

when you finally did hold it: "good. n-now throw i-it."

masky

probably the only one that wants to see it in full swing.

"how'd you figure that out?" "um..fight with my sibling. they ended up in the hospital with a broken wrist." "marry me."

rough and tough dude, admires your grappling skill a little too much.

hoodie

"can you hold a shotgun."

he uses a pretty heavy shotgun, which means he will want to see how well you can hold it.

"we can test out your fighting skills later. for now, hold the shotgun, babe."

kate the chaser

after you tell her, she'll sit and stare for a few seconds before literally jumping on you and testing your fighting skills.

you won, she thinks it's pretty good how you can overpower people but you don't seem like the type.

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E.J. likes plus size women.

Eyeless Jack: No, I don't have a type.

Eyeless Jack: *senses a plus size/bigger woman.*

Eyeless Jack: *running towards her at the speed of light.* PLEASE GODDESS SPARE YOUR TIME TO TALK TO ME!!!

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Hiii Can i please have a fic where it’s a plus size reader and Eyeless Jack in heat !! Thank youu

*mischievous giggling* this man would bark for a plus size mate. reader is referred to using they/them pronouns.

cw: demon man in heat, intense demon fucking, doggystyle that evolves into mating press, breeding kink, he's fully dressed, reader is stark naked, elements of dacryphilia, jack and reader are in a cabin in the woods, size differenceeee, jacky boy is lost in the sauce, slight BNT, no dialogue except for jack making his demon sounds, please enjoy this short fic, @eeriefaee.

your face was shoved into the dark blue pillow, muffling every cry and scream that escaped past your lips.

currently, you were being brutally fucked by your demon mate. who, might I add, was deep into his rut. he had been going for so long, you couldn't even tell which hole he was breeding.

you were beyond overstimulated, thighs twitched and trembled with every punctuated thrust jack made inside of you. it didn't take long for him to decide that breeding you doggystyle wasn't allowing him to go any deeper inside you.

so eventually, he flipped you over into a mean mating press, your legs pressed up to your chest as he went even further inside of you. you couldn't help but squirm at the brand new position, however jack's devilish growl demanded you stopped squirming so he could keep breeding.

your throat was raw from how much you had screamed and cried into the pillow, so now all of the sounds you had to make were cute little squeals and whines, meanwhile jack was growling and hissing.

he loved those sounds, you were his little bunny and this proved that even more. and he loved corrupting his bunny with breeding and biting down on their pretty tits.

a loud squeal left your lips when you felt him sink his teeth into your left tit, before he swirled his tongue around your nipple to dull the pain.

jack could feel another orgasm imminent, and he was glad he had you in a mating press. maneuvering his hands down to your lower back, he lifted it up slightly before finishing inside of you and watching your face scrunch up and tears fall down your cheeks.

he didn't pull out, you came while your body shook involuntarily and jack kept going.

sometimes, you really were scared of how much stamina he had.

i actually really like this.

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HEY PRETTY DUDE

You’d better call him pretty or he will find someone else who will!

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It's time to write more for creepypasta.

cw: s m u t. fem!maid!reader, praise, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, choking, p in v, reader gets called 'whore', 'puppy', 'princess', 'baby', 'pretty little maid', 'good girl', exhibitionism, hair pulling, one (1) ass slap, reader is wearing cherry lipgloss (katy perry), fingering, cumming inside. enjoy this once in a blue moon experience of cassiopeia writing a full blown fic. *mwah.* inspired by @lordprettyflackotara the queen that she is.

Working as a maid for Slenderman wasn't all that bad.

You got your own little cabin just a little ways off from his large and dark manor, sometimes (if you had any off days) you could go flower picking in the nearby field and make friends with the rabbits and deer.

But of course, it came with a lot less fun aspects. Such as most of the male residents of the manor constantly staring at you, practically eye-fucking you and envisioning what you looked like beneath that cute little lace and satin maid outfit of yours, they wanted to corrupt your innocence.

And while yes, there were some gentlemen there that knew how to treat a lady and had been around since maids were first introduced, most of the men there were pervy, repressed, and depressed creeps that had never seen a woman naked besides porn.

But anyway, that wasn't something you wanted to or had to think about right now. Right now, you had been sent to dust and clean a closed-off section of the manor that only Slenderman had access to and knew about. Or so you both thought.

It wasn't a big area, which was pretty easy. It was just two rooms with grey walls, cobwebs and mildew on the ceiling and corners of the room, and slightly rickety floorboards.

Nothing too complicated, so you got to work.

Getting rid of the cobwebs was no trouble, the mildew higher up was difficult to do since the ceiling was high. You pressed a hand up to the wall to steady yourself, getting on your tiptoes and reaching your other arm up high to scrub at the walls as much as you could. And that was when you heard a familiar voice.

"Aw, is the pretty little maid having trouble?" Ben.

You jumped, letting out a gasp and almost dropping your brush. "What the-?" You spun around, only to back up against the wall because he was right in front of you.

"H-how long have you been there?!" You splutter, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

He smirked, tilting your chin up to look at him. "Whole time," he admitted, "But I only decided to speak up when I saw you on your tiptoes, accidentally showing your ass in those pretty lace panties."

What?! You must've had an alarmed expression, because you earned a chuckle from Ben. "What? Don't tell me you actually didn't realise?"

Stuttering for an answer, you tried to walk away, but Ben wasn't having that. "Ah-ah-ah. You're not going anywhere. I want you to stay right here and show me how pretty your pussy is underneath those slutty panties."

You didn't want to admit it, but you had been a little pent up since a little while after you started this job. The last guy you had sex with wasn't a virgin, but he clearly didn't know his stuff. He didn't even make you cum, you had to do that yourself after he left.

And now you were in front of a guy who knew how to talk and knew his stuff? Sure, he was a ghost and he only knew his stuff from porn and hentai, but he still knew his stuff. And he was really, really hot.

Nervously, you nodded as a way to give consent. You were avoiding eye contact, Ben didn't like that.

"Look at me." He said, running a thumb across your lips. You complied, although you got instantly shyer once you did. "Good girl." He mumbled, getting closer to kiss you.

When he finally had your pretty glossed lips against his, he decided to lift you up by your thighs and keep you there. With one arm under your ass and the other on your back so you wouldn't fall, he kissed you until you were running out of oxygen.

He eventually pulled away, leaving both of you gasping for breath. "Cherry." He said, analysing the flavour of your lip gloss which was now slightly smudged but still made your lips a pretty pink.

"Cute." You heard him say, looking down at your breathless form. With him looking down at you, he could see down the neckline of your little dress, giving him a perfect view of the valley between your breasts.

"Pretty tits, baby." He sat down against the wall, reaching his arms behind your back to pull the dress down and reveal your bra-clad boobs. "Oh, they're so pretty.." he marvelled.

Your bra was a simple yet pretty baby pink, matching your panties. You took your dress off completely, so that your were only in your undergarments and he was fully dressed.

"That's a good girl, stripping for me without even having to tell you." He placed his hands on either side of your thighs, moving them up to your waist and back down again.

His touch was cold, but he was a ghost so it made sense. While he admired your body, you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, but he stopped you. "You're keeping that on," he shifted his hands up to cup your tits, rubbing his thumbs over your clothed nipples. "As much as I love tits, they're staying in that bra for now."

He paused for a few seconds, staring at your tits and giving them the occasional squeeze with his icy hands. "Your panties are coming off, though." after a few seconds of silence and groping your boobs, he slid your underwear off to your knees, immediately moving to run his fingers up and down your folds.

You fully removed your panties, spreading your thighs further apart and moving your hand to play with your clit. With a quiet chuckle, Ben slipped a finger into your cunt, pumping it in and out while he watched your face. "Oh..ah!" The sounds leaving your mouth were almost pornographic, and from what Ben was seeing you looked like something he would see in softcore pornography.

"Please..more..Ben, please." You drew out the last 'please', falling forward against his chest while your hand faltered at rubbing your already sensitive clit.

"You want more, puppy?" He ran a hand through your hair, resting your head in the crook of his neck, tugging your hair back to make eye contact with him. "I'll give you more."

He abruptly took his finger out, unbuttoning his pants and forcing you to keep eye contact. Eventually, you felt him push his tip inside, followed by the rest of him.

As he bottomed out inside you, he let out something close to a whimper. "Fuck..perfect princess has a perfect pussy..so warm.." His eyes were practically rolling back, you decided to take the lead for a bit.

Moving your hips back and forth, your plan backfired when a whine fell past your lips and you propped your hands up on Ben's chest. "Aw, is it too much for you? Is the pretty puppy getting all shy on me?" He teased, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing just enough to make you go lightheaded in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, that feels good doesn't it?" Ben loved the way anyone could just get curious and walk in, only to be met with the sight of the manor maid, riding the resident tech ghost while he made her dumb. "Good girl, doing so well."

Before you knew it, you could feel an orgasm imminent. Ben could feel his coming, too. "I've always wanted to fuck a pretty little maid."

In a matter of seconds, you felt Ben cum inside you. He didn't pull out, and you chalked it up to why Slenderman had told you to always be on birth control. You came soon after, your thighs trembling as your orgasm washed over you.

He gave you a few seconds to calm down, before reaching for your panties and sliding them back on along with your dress. He hugged you close for some time, before slapping your ass and getting up.

"Better get to cleaning, huh?"

I spent 3 hours on this.

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@fizzy-blood threatened me at reblog gunpoint so here u are.

cw: rough sex, praise, marking (bites, claw marks, you get the gist), squirting (reader has never squirted before and Jack keeps going), overstimulation, Jack makes demon noises, mentions of pregnancy and babies, tummy bulge, Jack calls reader 'bun' and 'bunny', reader has an IUD, reader's vulva gets called a 'bunnycunt'. have fun my horny hellbeasts.

Jack was in heat, and you were helping him.

Which meant you had to know how fucking feral the sex you two would be having was, and you also had to know you would scream until your throat was dry.

You knew all that already, but it had long since entered and left your mind as the both of you were deep into whatever the number of rounds you had gone past. It had to be over ten.

He was ruthless, growling and hissing in your ear as he delved deeper into your painfully sore cunt. The scratch marks on your thighs, back, and torso were an obvious show that you were his and his only, or in his words: "mine, all fucking mine. my whiney bunny."

The position he had you in was some sort of doggystyle, your arms were pinned to your chest by his stronger ones, and you had your face buried into his dark blue pillow so that any passing person wouldn't think there was a murder taking place due to how loud and obvious the screams escaping your mouth were.

Jack didn't care, his usually sensitive eardrums were deaf to your cries that were a sexy mixture of pain and pure, unbridled pleasure.

Your cum soaked the sheets, meanwhile Jack's was being thrusted inside of you and probably past your spongy cervix, but you weren't scared by his comments to pump you full of babies because of how many times he had promised it.

He had lost count of how many times he had put a hand down on you midsection to caress the bulge of him in your tummy that would soon be filled with his pretty cubs.

Jack was spilling so much praise, telling you that, "You're such a good fucking girl, pretty pussy's so sore but she's still letting me use her, how thoughtful of you." because he knew how overstimulated this was making you.

A demonic noise cut through the scrambled mess of your thoughts, and it came from Jack's throat. You couldn't decipher what exactly it was, but it sounded like a cross between a growl, a moan, and a rough trill. While the only sounds you were making were fucked-out squeals, squeaks, and whimpers.

He mimicked you, he mimicked all the sounds flooding from your mouth with a smug tone and a deep bite on whatever skin he could clamp his razor-like teeth on.

Eventually, you felt something. Something entirely new and unfamiliar to your body, it felt like you needed to pee really badly and it was getting worse and worse the more Jack thrusted into you.

"W-wait no-!" You squealed, but Jack's pace didn't falter for even a second.

"I-fuck! I have to nghh-!" You were cut off by your own noises of pleasure, but Jack finished off your sentence for you.

"You have to pee?" He retorted, squishing his face in your neck and purring.

You nodded frantically, squirming your legs as a way to beg him for a break, but that didn't work at all.

"No you don't, bun. It's something else." It sounded like a warning, but it was too late.

Your pussy sprayed, and that only spurred him on even more, he sped up his pace and chuckled darkly in your ear.

"Awe, did I make my precious bunny squirt?" He cooed mockingly, tears of bliss streaming down your flushed face as your worn-out bunnycunt dripped with fluids.

Jack would only stop when his breeding urges wore off or his stamina ran out. And you both knew that Jack had the stamina of a demon.

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OK hear me out, I had an idea : what if reader presented herself as innocent, nice, you know like big doe eyes and all. So the ghouls assume she is a poor innocent lamb in need of protection. UNTIL one day, some guy just takes it too far with her and just as the ghouls are about to jump in to protect her, she becomes ABSOLUTELY FERAL and maims the guy.

How would the ghouls react, do you think ?

P.S : I love all your writings <3

gonna go with the idea that reader's a ghoulette in this. thank you for the ask, sweetheart.

a/n: cw/tw: gore and mentions of sexual stuff

A noise between a trill and a growl comes from the ghoul's throat when the guy starts making comments about how he'd like to see you in pretty white lace lingerie, but before creep could touch you, his blood had painted your body like the lingerie in his imagination...

swiss

fanboying.

screams "OH FUCK YES GIRL!"

and parades about the ministry with you in his arms bridal style meanwhile there is still blood on your body.

he doesn't care less about the blood, he's a fucking ghoul.

he just wants to brag about you to the entire ministry.

sodo

raises his eyebrows in slight shock, but then walks towards you with his hand raised for a high five.

tail is wagging, and he gives you head scritchies which makes you purr and nuzzle against him.

disposes of the body which means the ghouls and ghoulettes ate the dead body.

what? sometimes they eat people..

rain

slightly shocked by the sudden blood spray, but then he just shakes himself off like a cat and drags you away from the scene to craft an alibi.

sticks with leaving the guy outside to rot while he makes hot chocolate for the ghouls and they all watch Rite Here Rite Now in the ghoul den.

phantom

he got angry when the guy started making comments about your boobs, like really angry, asking if they were warm and squishy.

how dare he, phantom, the ghouls, and the ghoulettes were the only ones allowed to know that and see your plush boobies (lol) in all their glory.

so he wasn't at all upset when you clawed the incel's neck open with those dazzling claws of yours, watching as he slumped onto the floor with a sea of blood gushing out.

you kissed over his dead body.

mountain

anyone who doesn't respect the lovely ladies of the ministry and the entire universe is automatically on mountain's kill list.

happy when you killed the shithead and growled at his dead body, that's his girl.

cleaned you up while you were swinging your legs and gave him smoochies.

aether

was standing behind the fuckface ready to take him out when you beat him to it.

leaned over his body, examining the injuries.

"good punch." he said before walking away with your bloodied hand in his.

omega

watching from a distance, leaning forward on a bench with his hands clasped together.

he was growling under his breath, his eyes flashing with bloodlust whenever the man smirked suggestively at his pretty little ghoulette.

proud when you tore him to shreds yourself, like yes queen girliepop we love to see it.

aurora taught him that slang

alpha

we all know he's teasing, smug and possessive.

which means he's walking towards you, and when he reaches you he grips your hip with one hand and your waist with the other.

chuckles when you swing at the guy, resulting in blood spraying all over you and alpha, but alpha didn't give two shits about the blood. he was just proud of his girl.

ifrit

the guy's digging himself a grave, teasing a cute and innocent ghoulette like you when he didn't know you had a big, bad, and sexy ghoul mate waiting to sink his teeth into his neck.

he was incredibly flabbergasted when you dealt with it yourself, and walked over to your with his hands slightly raised in disbelief.

gives you the most amazing head that night as a reward for your good work.

aurora

she was sat on a bench, sipping her strawberry boba while holding your blueberry boba in her other hand.

she had just gotten her claws done with you, as you were having a girls day out.

screams "THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL SLAY THAT MAN QUEEN!" when you kill the dude bothering a clearly lesbian ghoulette.

cirrus

leaning against a wall when she saw the bland concrete being splattered with ruby red blood and thought something had happened to you.

but no, it was just her pretty little pillow princess tearing a man to shreds for making inappropriate comments and gestures to her.

walks over and kicks the dead guy, then swings you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes back to the ministry.

cumulus

what the fuck??

she left you for two seconds, TWO seconds, and a guy was already trying to get in your pants?

satan on a fucking enchilada, human men were annoying.

but all that irritation was killed at the same time he was, and she just stood there in a proud girlfriend stance.

mist

UGH, this is why the only men mist hangs out with are the ghouls, brothers of sin, and the papas.

has a visible expression of disgust on her face when the fuckhead starts talking about how he thinks that women were made to serve their husbands, and you had the same expression as her.

so you quickly shut him up with claws to the chest which cut through his heart in no time, prancing over to your girlfriend and giving her an innocent peck on the cheek.

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dude I HHHHHAAAATTTTEEEEE kids

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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Blackmail

Hoodie x FEM!Reader

cw: no smut, mentions of a gun (revolver), reader has an extremely shitty boyfriend, nicknames said: 'babe', 'babygirl', 'gorgeous girl', 'pretty thing', 'good girl', dead dove do not eat, I based this off the scene in euphoria season 2 episode 6 (the scene where nate puts a gun to maddy's head), mentions of stalking, ghostface quote, mentions of infidelity, gaslighting, swearing, hoodie is a murderous gentleman. come get your food (dddne pun)

It had been six hours since you last saw him.

Now don't take this the wrong way. You weren't the kind of girl to get sad when your boyfriend wasn't by your side again after being gone for five seconds. Quite the opposite.

Liam was a piece of shit, but somehow you loved him. So the reason you had been counting the hours until he got back home was that you had a sneaking suspicion that he had been sleeping with other girls, but god you had hoped and prayed that it wasn't true.

After a while of sitting on the corner of your bed with your head in your hands and planning out what you were going to say to him, the front door finally opened and Liam walked in and right up to where you were.

"I'm home, babe." He said as soon as he entered the room, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you looked up. He sat on his side of the bed and began to undress for bed.

"Where have you been?" You stood up, crossing you arms, finally confronting him despite your fear of him.

He chuckled, both nervously and darkly, "Babygirl, what do you mean?" Liam turned to look at you.

"You've been out all day, you haven't answered my calls or replied to my texts, and you didn't leave any notes or messages." You listed them off, making sure to stare directly into his stupid pretty brown eyes.

"Wha - babygirl, I have a job?" He backed himself up, but you had already prepared for this conversation.

"It's Sunday. Your job is out on Sundays." You walked backwards, sitting on your desk chair to keep the distance, because something didn't feel safe about this.

And almost on cue, you heard a metallic click. "What was that?" Your heart dropped, you recognised that click. It may seem stupid, but you had watched enough action movies to know that click belonged to a gun being loaded.

"Liam. What was that?" You pushed your chair back, even though the bullet could reach you in any corner of the room.

A terrifying emptiness took over his features, a hauntingly calm expression. He pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket, standing up and slowly coming towards you while the deadly cold expression stayed on his face.

The space between you and him was big enough for you to stand up from your chair and jump onto the bed. You threw a pillow at him as hard as you could, scared tears starting to develop and fall down your cheeks.

Liam laughed at that, it appeared he found your fear a laughing matter. "Aw, why you crying?" He creeped onto the bed, climbing on top of you and gently pressing the gun to your temple.

The cold metal that was suddenly against your head clicked, and that's when it hit you. He was playing a twisted game of Russian Roulette.

He switched to pressing the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger a few times to no avail. So, he got up and left the room to load the gun with more than one bullet.

But that didn't involve the bang of a gun, and it didn't involve a body thudding to the floor. But it definitely didn't involve a voice saying: "Smallest gun I've ever used."

Several seconds after the voice spoke, you quietly got up and closed the door, crawling back onto your bed and burying your head into a pillow to silently sob into it.

However, your crying session was interrupted by the door opening again. Heavy footsteps walking towards you, the bed sunk from someone's weight behind you.

"Now what happened here?" It was the same voice as before, commenting on the size of the gun. The voice clearly had a filter over it, but it sounded like a male. Stuffing your face further into the cushion, you tensed up when you felt a leather gloved hand gently stroke and pet your side as if the person knew what had just happened and wanted to comfort you.

"Sorry about your boyfriend," Oh, God. "All those muscles didn't help much." Liam was dead, shot and killed.

Whoever it was didn't seem to like the fact that your face was shoved into a pillow, so they grabbed your face by the chin and turned you over to look at them. "Oh, what a pretty thing." Your cheeks had tears marks, and you were still crying.

"Scared, huh?" Now that you were looking at them, it was obvious they were a man. A very broad and tall man, also quite dominant by the looks of it. He had a turmeric yellow hoodie and a black and red ski mask

You sniffled, and the hooded man chuckled and cocked his head before speaking again. "Stop crying." He wiped a tear with his thumb, moving his arm under your back while snaking the other under your waist.

He lifted you in a bridal carry, but you squirmed in his grasp. "That's enough. A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be in the same house as the dead body of a shit muppet. Is that clear?"

Almost frantically, you used your sweater paws to wipe the tears away. "I want an answer. Preferably a verbal one." the man demanded, and you answered. "Yes." your voice quivered while you spoke.

"There we go." He started walking out of your room and out of the house, into the vast woodland expanse behind your house. "Now, I'm gonna tell you why I did what I did. And you're going to listen." Not once did he put you down.

"I've been stalking your dead boyfriend for three months now, and I only got the order to kill him two days ago." Wait, 'got the order'? What did that mean?

"I didn't need to kill him for another week, but I did it early because of what I saw him do to you, pretty thing." He continued. Oh, he saw everything. "Pointing a gun to your head, laughing at your fear. You don't do that to a woman, especially not your own fucking girlfriend."

You began to stop crying, instead just looking up at him with glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. But after a while you felt a headache build up, and your vision grew blurry and you saw black dots.

"That's it, good girl." That was the last thing you heard.

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got bored innit

Eyeless Jack always whispers "big stretch..." in your ear whenever he's in heat and slides his knot inside of you.

Eyeless Jack who always spreads your labia and watches his cum seep out before doing it all over again.

Eyeless Jack who fingers you while he pounds your sore pussy because you're just so warm.

Eyeless Jack who's favourite position is always going to be mating press whenever he's in heat.

Eyeless Jack who mimics your cute little moans, whimpers, squeals, and squeaks because he likes to embarrass you whenever he's in heat.

Eyeless Jack fucks you in a sort of doggystyle position. Your chest is pressed against the duvet and his chest is pressed up against your back, with him pinning your arms to your chest with his own arms wrapped around your torso. He's basically lying on you while fucking you with his arms wrapped around your chest and pinning your own arms there.

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Vengeance

Hoodie x Fem!Reader

Part 2 of 'Blackmail'

cw: blood, mentions of dead bodies, swearing/vulgarity, sloww burnn, objectification, sexual harassment, sexual themes, nightmares, reader has a tired breakdown (jus like me fr), romantic petnames, opeia being autistic and taking three hours to write it bc they zone out. enjoy, darlings.

When you woke up, it was cold.

You were in a bed, with the smell of rain and something else that you prayed it wasn't what you thought it was.

Sitting up, you saw that you were back home in your own bed, the hooded man nowhere in sight. But something was wrong.

Even though you felt safe and comfortable, you couldn't shake the feeling that screamed at you to get out. Everything was the same, the pillow you threw was on the floor. You even got out of bed and checked. Liam's gun was on the kitchen counter, Liam..

Liam.

Where was Liam's body..?

Suddenly, you heard footsteps echo from the direction of the bathroom. You scrambled back to your room, closing the door as quietly as humanly possible and sliding your whole body underneath the duvet.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that he wouldn't come in here.

But fate wasn't on your side. The door opened, and you felt the bedsheets dip under Liam's bodyweight. Making your stomach turn, you felt his hand rubbing your waist.

"How'd you sleep, baby?"

His voice, a sickly sweet venom poisoning your senses and filling your brain with toxins that told you, 'no turning back now, your boyfriend is here.'

You stifled a sob, accepting your fate and peeling back the covers from your face.

As you laid eyes on his face, you noticed the unavoidable bullet wound right on his forehead. It wasn't dripping blood, but it was covered in it.

"Well, hello there. Have fun running off without me?"

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You gasped as you woke up, body immediately shooting up before a headache kicked in and you fell back down again. Cradling your head, you scrunched up into fetal position and rubbed your temples to help with the pain.

Oh, thank God. It was only a nightmare. You thought, looking up at the dark log ceiling.

Ah, so you weren't back home. Instead in a small but very cozy log cabin that smelled of rain and a slight tinge of metal. If you were here, then where was that strange hooded man?

You decided not to dwell on the subject for too long, instead rolling over and going back to sleep.

Maybe 30 minutes later, you heard the door swing open and close, heavy footsteps making their way to where you were curled up. You were half asleep, the sensation of falling would bring you back into consciousness immediately.

A heavy hand on your hip made you stir, alongside an all to familiar male voice talking to you. "Wake up. If I can't lie in, neither can you."

Mentally rolling your eyes, you groggily turned over and opened your eyes a crack just to see the blurry colours of the red and black ski mask.

"There she is." You could hear his grin through his words.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, babe. You slept for a while." He grabbed your arms and hoisted you up, pushing your back against the wooded wall your bed was up against.

You must've been sleepily grimacing at him, because as soon as he propped his shotgun against the wall, he turned back to you with a "Fix that face right now."

Although you didn't exactly appreciate how commanding he was, you didn't want to feel a cold shotgun barrel against your head. So you dropped you head down and rubbed your eyes, making the discovery that you were only in a baggy t shirt that wasn't yours, and panties that thankfully were yours.

"What the.." you mumbled as you saw the outfit. But that confusion was quickly taken over by shock, because you knew damn well nobody else would have changed you.

"How much did you see?" You brought the blanket up to your chest, even though your clothes weren't inappropriate to wear to bed, Liam would say otherwise.

"Just enough." He said, even though you needed a lot more than that to feel reassured that he didn't do anything creepy to you.

"How much is 'just enough'?" You commented, slowly dropping the duvet from its place.

"Collabone, legs, shit that you'd get dress coded for. I took off your bra with your shirt still on, I may be a murderer but I'm not a weird incel." You breathed a sigh of relief, coming to the conclusion that it was fine to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

"Um, where's the bathroom?" You muttered, you weren't still completely comfortable with whoever this strange man was.

"First door on the left." He said, beginning to clean his gun without looking up at you.

You closed the door behind you, opening the bathroom door and closing another door.

It wasn't a luxury bathroom, but it was pretty decent. It just looked like one you'd find in a static caravan, small but enough.

There was a small window, open enough for you to feel a cool breeze against your face and see the vast woodland landscape outside.

It was beautiful, the dark green pine trees wet with freshly fallen raindrops. Maybe you should live in the forest. It would be stress free, and maybe you would even get to be like Aurora and make some woodland friends.

Finishing up, you washed and dried your hands and went back to the bedroom. The man was still on the chair cleaning his gun, the bedroom window open.

You awkwardly stood in the doorway, fiddling with the hem of the baggy shirt while you waited for something to happen. You could at least use a change of clothes.

"You wanna tell me about that boyfriend of yours, babe?" His voice cut through the quiet atmosphere, interrupting your thoughts.

"What about him? You know about the nightmares?" You replied, unsure if you should complain about your newly dead boyfriend to the very man who killed him.

A moment of silence, he looks up at you. "No, I don't." He says, "How bad of a boyfriend was he if you're having fucking nightmares about him?"

You froze. Liam was a piece of shit, but you didn't like how long it took for you to notice that about him. It had taken you halfway through the regretful relationship to realise that he was human waste.

"Um, well.." you started, but you didn't know where to actually begin. He was just like those boyfriends you'd see women complain about. He was controlling, accusing, lying. A reprehensible dick.

"A stereotypical shitty boyfriend, I don't know why I stayed with him for that long." He finished cleaning and loading his gun, putting it to one side as he stood from his seat.

God, he was tall. And brawny, too. Even though he was wearing that baggy hoodie, you could still see how his arms were ever so slightly straining the fabric.

Taking your eyes off him, he shared his most insightful opinion on your dead boyfriend.

"Glad I shot that crapweasel."

-

The next morning, you woke up with excruciating stomach pain. But at least you didn't start your morning off with a nightmare about Liam.

Getting up to go to the bathroom, you were met with an all too familiar bloodstain in your panties. Great, you had been so caught up in whatever was going on that you had completely forgotten about menustrating.

There was no way there were any pads or tampons in the cabin, so you settled for wrapping toilet paper around your pants and calling it a day until you could get some menstrual products.

You finished up in the bathroom, returning to the bedroom and getting changed into some clothes that Hoodie stole from your house yesterday morning.

He was in the lounge, probably loading or cleaning his gun again. You didn't really care.

You went out into the lounge, reluctantly asking the question. "Do..are there any pads or tampons here?"

Which was met with:

"Bad time to get your period. But unfortunately no, we don't have anything menustration related."

You sighed, "Is there a convenience store nearby with any pads?"

The question left your lips before you could think about it, and you quickly came to the conclusion that there was no way he would let you eave due to the risk of you running away. But you didn't have anywhere to go.

"Yeah. I'll come with you." You breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"What do you need?" You asked, putting your shoes on.

"Nothing, I'm only coming to keep an eye on you." You had anticipated an answer like that. At least you would be safe with a guy like him watching you.

After you tied you shoes, the two of you set off in the direction of the store.

It was quiet in the forest, the only sounds being the subtle nature sounds and your footsteps. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the convenience store to come into veiw.

He just leaned against a tree near the shop while you made your way in, taking note of how empty it was.

The clerk was a young woman, probably around your age. There were three young men elsewhere in the store, but you couldn't care less about them.

You found the brand you used, taking two packs before you were distracted by three voices a few feet away.

'Dude, have you seen that girl's rack?' 'That chick's got a body for days.' 'I bet she's good in bed.'

Your heart sunk, even in the woods you couldn't escape the male gaze. Could there be one day where women would be treated like actual human beings instead of pieces of fucking meat?

Even though it made you want to crawl into a hole and die, especially while on your period, you ignored it. But you made sure to subtly kick a guy in the shin after he made the mistake of grabbing your ass.

Walking up to the till, you placed the pads on the counter and gave the girl a small smile. She looked exhausted, as did you. You paid with a 'thank you' and quickly left the store.

You looked for the hooded man, he was well camouflaged by all the thick green foliage. He would come to you, you decided, and you knelt on the ground with a hand massaging your womb to try and ease the cramps.

You didn't know how you didn't hear him creeping up behind you.

"Womb massage, huh?" He commented, placing a large hand on your shoulder.

"How's that working out, babygirl? Any good?" He put his hands in his pockets.

"No.." you croaked, earning a chuckle from the man.

"Let's go. You can complain when we get back." You huffed and rose to your feet, clutching the packs of pads to your chest.

-

When you got back, you immediately changed from toilet paper to an actual pad. As expected, it felt much better.

You flopped onto the couch, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep after tossing and turning uncomfortably for too long.

-

"(Y/N), get up." Liam hissed.

You groaned, covering your ears with the pillow before it was cruelly ripped away from you by him.

"I'm not asking again. Get the fuck up." His voice was pure venom.

He ripped you out of bed, dragging you out of the house and into the forest behind it. You looked down, seeing that you were in nothing but a baggy shirt and panties.

"Where are we going?" You asked, feet beginning to hurt as you went deeper and deeper into the woods.

He didn't answer, just kept pulling you alongside him. Eventually, the path you were on narrowed and thorny bushes began to nip and you legs.

You winced, batting a hand at the branches to avoid being hurt more. Liam sped up, practically sprinting as your feet and legs where being cut up by the bushes. The further you went, you were met with the sight of bodies. Bodies of your family.

Your mother was torn limb from limb by a bloody rose bush, your father beside her. Everyone was trapped dead in the sharp greenery, and you were forced to run past them and Liam's grip tightened.

Your shirt was beginning to tear, revealing the bare skin underneath for the sharp branches of the bushes to slice at.

It was brutal, the overpowering stinging sensation making tears prick at your eyes and pleas fall from your lips.

You were woken up by a rough, leather clad hand grabbing your face and talking to you with a stern tone.

"Calm down, babygirl. Calm down, you're fine, you're okay." He told you, moving his other hand down to massage your lower stomach.

You sobbed, tears running down your face as you realised it was another nightmare. Wrapping your arms around him, you sniffled as more tears fell from your glossy eyes.

This was exhausting. You were exhausted. It was like Liam was stalking you, haunting you. You felt awful, mentally and physically. Nothing helped. Nothing but him.

You caught your breath, and he loosened his grip on your chin, but didn't let go. He kept his other hand at work, doing well to soothe your cramps and calm you down.

"Atta girl, that's it." He reassured, bringing you into his lap as the tears began to stop and all that was left of you was a sniffling, tired mess.

"Another nightmare about him?" He questioned, tilting his head to look down at you.

You nodded, putting your hand over his on your womb, surprised at how good he was at it.

At this point, Hoodie had decided he had had enough. He wanted to know everything about this man, right down to his mother's maiden name.

"Tell me about him," he said, "Everything. How did he abuse you, how long were you a thing, did he pleasure you enough? Was he a selfish shitsteak?"

"He.." you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

There was so much to say, but so little you wanted to reminisce.

It had to be talked about, you decided. And Hoodie was curious.

So who were you to deny him his curiosities?

spent the whole day on this autism is a bitch.

[miss-multi45]

talk ur shit

can you trigger tag bisexuality please

no but i can fuck both your parents

[miss-multi45]

ghouls and ghoulettes with a ghoul s/o who is DEFINITELY the freakiest mf in the band, even more than swiss an sodo combined. Pretty please with a cherry on top, I love ya❤️

i love you too, pookie. accidentally wrote this with G/N reader. also this is smutty as shit and i made the reader a brat on most of them, come get y'alls food.

swiss

damn..he might have to up his game.

or he'll just sub while you whisper the most back crackalackin praise and degradation in his pointed ears.

rub his tail as well, that'll have him crying for you and repeating cute little pleas of mercy whilst you're overstimming the poor baby <3.

sodo

battle of the freaks.

refuses to sub unless he's reasonably far down the path of overstimulation.

can and will masturbate you until you physically can't cum anymore and he has to clean you up after.

rain

ohohoho.

rain is a soft dom, but if you flip a switch in him he will fuck you until you're a sore and whimpering bundle of cum-filled cuteness.

so you being even freakier than swiss and sodo is a difficult job for him.

but he doesn't mind, he'll coo at you while you're crying for him to please slow down.

phantom

...he's a switch.

and you're mostly the dom, but sometimes when phant is in a bad mood he will not hesitate to put you in your place with spanking and edging.

when you're the dom, he's a whiney, sweaty mess and so sore.

mountain

oh?

mountain gives off such daddy vibes.

if you've been misbehaving because you just want to get dicked down, that's ok.

you'll just be doing jobs around the ministry while having a remote controlled vibrator buried inside you and mountain sat in the common room reading a book and making you cream your pants over and over again.

aether

another switch.

he will gladly explore kinks with you.

but if he's been horny, and you've been bratty..

well, you'll find yourself sat back to chest in his lap with your legs pressed up to your chest while he fingers you in front of a mirror, forcing you watch yourself cum over and over again.

omega

oh god.

he already has to deal with terzo's flirty comments and touches.

now a ghoul? but don't worry, both of them will treat you to a long night of passionate fornication and brat taming.

alpha

awww.

he loves you so much.

he's always wanted a s/o that's even freakier than him and the others, so you're perfect.

having you ride him while your genitals are getting sore and sensitive with the bullet vibrator buzzing away is just so cute and such a fun way to pass the time.

ifrit

fuck yeah.

the sheer horniness between you to is enough to make the Pope resign because even Jesus can't stop it at this point.

there are times where you're both domming, or both subbing, or both edging each other.

aurora

nice.

i mean, swiss is practically her best friend besides phantom and the ghoulettes, so she knows quite a lot of kinks.

she just didn't expect them to feel that good. she didn't know that you fingering her while she squirted felt so overwhelming, and she didn't know using toys on her clit would make her cry so loud that the poor innocent kits were wondering why she was so scared at two in the morning.

cirrus

oh baby, she'll take good care of you.

she isn't that experienced, but she knows her shit.

you can play with her pussy while she tells you how good it feels, and she can use her tongue and fingers to bring you to the edge and over it more times than you can count while you call her 'mommy'.

cumulus

brat taming queen over here.

she shoots you a look that instantly goes down to your sensitive spots whenever you're misbehaving around the other ghouls and ghoulettes.

later, when you both get to your room, she will punish you while spitting degradation at you and making sure you learn your lesson.

mist

she's not too kinky, she pretty much only has a mommy kink, BDSM kink, and a biting kink.

but she gets a shitload more when you came along.

like damn, she didn't even know she liked it when she cuddlefucked you with her strap and gagged you with her fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while she told you, "what a good little pet you are."

[miss-multi45]

Hiiiiii love, first I would like to say that I really, REALLY, really LOVE all your writings !!

I saw your request were open, and wondered if you could please write something with the nameless ghouls (Swiss and Sodo are my favorites) but you can pick who in which they find out that they're plus-sized gf has been starving themselves and making themselves throw up, how would they react and deal with it ?

I have really been struggling with my ED lately and could use some fluff :((

Thanks <33

:( bb of course i can :(( i hope you recover soon ♡♡

swiss

heart breaks when he finds out.

why would you do that? you're a goddess defiling her own temple.

listens to you vent and comforts you when you break down.

worships your body even more than he already does.

eats anyone who shames your body.

sodo

starts flaming when he figures it out.

angrily storms about yelling at people that he thinks put that sick thought in your pretty princess mind.

melts when he finds out it was you.

will lay you down on the bed and kneels beside it, running his claws up and down your body.

"you are my whole heart. don't ever forget that."

phantom

what..? but..but why?

poor baby gets so confused that he starts to cry with you.

presses some tear-soaked kisses to your tummy while tearfully babbling on about how ethereal you and your body are.

"please stop..I wanna help you through it but I don't know how.."

mountain

this man lives for plus size women and you CANNOT convince me otherwise.

he does the following at night when it's raining:

brings you into his greenhouse/room and worships your body throughout the whole entire night, and kisses the tears away when you cry.

points out everything you're insecure about.

"you see this? the cute little pouch at the bottom of your stomach? that's your uterus, reminding you that there's nothing wrong with your tummy. and the stretch marks on your thighs are what makes them such a good pillow."

apologies if this was shit. me personally I love plus size girlies like y'all are fucking ETHEREAL. TEACH ME YOUR WAYS OF BEAUTY!!

[miss-multi45]

the house of black is filled with sharp jawlines and mental illness.