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Pretty Tied Up (Otis Driftwood x Reader)

Summary: Or, the perils of working at Red Hot Pussy Liquors.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. This takes place between House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil’s Rejects. Based on the Guns N' Roses song. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Armed robbery and implied kidnapping. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent and sadism, gags, bondage, groping, and gunplay. Otis is pretty much his own warning. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Having regulars at a liquor store was a double-edged sword. You got to know some customers well enough to like them, but over time you’d notice they looked increasingly worse for wear as they came up to the checkout with their usual purchases. The exception, of course, were the Fireflys, who you always found unsettling, despite Baby’s attempts to seem affable.

“My brother likes you,” she said one day, leaning against the counter as you rang up three bottles of vodka and two six-packs of beer.

“RJ?” you asked, glancing at her brother standing a few feet behind her.

RJ was always nice enough. Didn’t say much. Tall. Burly. Strong. Ruggedly handsome. You’d be open to going out with him.

She laughed in her usual high-pitch that always toed the line of being spine-chilling. “No silly! I’m talkin’ ‘bout Otis.”

You stared at her blankly. “Who’s Otis?”

“You know, long hair, blue eyes, scruffy ol’ beard. He came in here the other night. You must’ve made one hell of an impression. He won’t shut up about ya.”

Oh yeah. Him. Bought a bottle of whiskey and a stack of hardcore BDSM porno magazines. ‘You ever look at this stuff?’ he’d asked, eyeing you as you put a magazine with a nude, distressed-looking woman suspended by intricate ropes on the cover into a brown paper bag. When you first started working there, you could hardly stomach the sight of the rougher fare. As time went on, you found yourself hesitantly intrigued. ‘Gotta have something to do besides go to church on Sundays,’ you replied, earning a wicked grin from him.

“That’s nice,” you said.

She snickered. “My brother’s not nice.”

“Is this everything?” you asked, hoping to move the interaction along.

“Hey RJ, you gettin’ anything else?” Baby asked over her shoulder.

He shook his head, approaching to pick up the crate you put the bottles in.

Baby handed you a wad of cash. She almost always overpaid, letting you keep the change, which was most of the reason you humored her antics in the first place. “Thanks darlin’! See ya real soon!” she said, wiggling her eyebrows, keen to something you were yet to be aware of.

Two nights later you were working the store alone. Your coworker Billy didn’t even have the decency to call and let you know he wasn’t coming in–or quit. He just didn’t show up at 9:30 when he was supposed to, and your phone call to his house was met with a busy dial tone. Asshole.

It’d been a slow night anyway, but you would have appreciated the heads up, or at least another body in the place when the front door was kicked open.

“This is a robbery! Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot!”

Despite the bandana covering the bottom half of his face, you knew who it was right away. Long, graying hair and piercing blue eyes that were burned into your memory from his last visit to the liquor store.

You lifted your hands in the air. Your manager had told you on your first day that there was always a possibility of this happening. Better to just let them take whatever cash and booze they wanted and report it to the police once they left. ‘Don’t go playin’ hero. We got insurance.’

“Keep those hands up,” Otis said, slowly approaching the counter. “I’m gonna walk back there, and you’re gonna open the register for me.”

You nodded, eyes glued to him as he slithered around the counter like a snake, gun steadily pointed at you.

“Go on,” he said.

With a trembling hand, you opened the register, the cash-filled drawer popping open for him. He pressed the gun to your temple, instructing you to put the cash in one of the brown paper bags by your side. You tried not to glance at him too much while you stuffed the paper bag with the money, finally pushing it toward him and sticking your hands up again.

“Alright, now turn around.”

“Wh-What?”

“I ain’t got all night.”

You glanced at the door. No way you could make a run for it, but maybe someone would walk in and be able to do something.

He followed your gaze and let out a cruel scoff. “Ain’t nobody coming through that door who can save you. I’m the closest thing to salvation you’ll ever get. Now turn the fuck around.”

With a shaky breath, you did as you were told, freezing when you felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of your head. His free hand grabbed your ass through your jeans, his strong grip almost painful as he squeezed each cheek. “Wonder how much it’d take to make you bruise?” he mumbled, almost to himself. He squeezed again, harder this time, as if he were trying to dig his fingers into your flesh. “Too much work when I can just cut into ya.”

“Don’t hurt me,” you pleaded, though hearing your own voice, you weren’t quite sure how convinced you were that you didn’t want him to do his worst. Knowing what you did about the Firefly clan, the rumblings around Ruggsville about the strange family–it would be pretty damn bad.

“C’mon now, mama. You led me to believe you liked it rough,” he said, voice gravelly and low as he slipped his hand between your legs from behind, rubbing the rough denim material and your cotton panties against your pussy, the friction hitting your clit in just the right spot for you to let out a shameful moan. Your hand flew to your mouth, the other clenched in a fist as you tried not to give him the reaction he wanted. Didn’t want to prove him right. Show him how curious you were. You didn’t even have it in you to fight back, not when you were on the edge, so achingly close until suddenly you weren’t anymore.

You nearly whined when he pulled his hand away, horrified at yourself, your reaction to his groping you. He grabbed each of your arms, roughly pulling them behind your back and tying your wrists together with something itchy and uncomfortable that dug painfully into your skin as you fruitlessly tried to free yourself from the secure knot he made. What the fuck did he use? Your eyes widened at the carpet burn-like sensation that’d begun to sting your skin. The roll of twine beneath the register. You used to secure some customers’ more sensitive purchases sometimes.

Fingers and cloth forced their way into your mouth until you were gagged with the bandana Otis had pulled off of his face. He turned you around, looking you over with a slow, satisfactory nod. “I was having trouble getting over this mental block in my art. Started drivin’ me crazy. Y’know, they showed this nature documentary about a group ‘a lions a while back. How they protect and provide for their families, stalk their prey and go in for the kill–do you ever think about how we’re the only species where killing is taboo? For the rest of the animal kingdom, it’s just nature, part of the circle of life. There was a scene where the lion saw a gazelle from way across the savannah, and it was like nothing else existed except for its prey. It couldn’t rest until it tore that damn thing apart. That’s how I felt when I saw you.”

You shook your head frantically, your pleas of mercy muffled by your gag. Fat tears blurred your vision until he morphed into something monstrous, straight out of a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“I ain’t gonna kill ya,” he said, roughly petting your head, “not yet anyway, that’d be a waste when I’ve barely even started.” He gave you a mean grin as he grabbed a hold of your hair by the roots. “I got a lot planned for you. Those magazines gave me a lot of ideas too.”

He lowered the gun, dragging it between your breasts and further down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your jeans. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped them with alarming ease, pulling them down until they fell to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he pressed the barrel of the gun against your cunt, the thin fabric of your panties the only thing stopping him from being able to slide it inside of you.

Still, the cool metal sent a shiver through you as he rubbed it against your clit, black spots creeping into your peripheral as you hyperventilated through his sadistic experiment. He was hard. That much you knew, but what frightened you, perhaps most of all, was how wet you had become since he tied you up. Your skin still screamed against the rough twine that’d been cutting into your flesh, soon to draw blood as you kept struggling.

Your hips jerked, pressing the gun barrel closer to your pussy that was eager to betray you and clench around it if he just pushed past your panties and shoved it up there. You didn’t want him to do that, not in your right mind. But no one in your situation could be considered in their right mind, could they?

“Don’t fight it,” he encouraged gruffly, blue eyes piercing through you as he watched your knees threaten to give out as you neared orgasm. “Give the devil his due, mama.”

Your hands curled into fists, nails threatening to break through the skin of your palm. Then he did it. Slipped the barrel of the gun past your soaked cotton panties. Your brain short-circuited in a rush of terror and thrill at the sensation. You came, eyelids fluttering shut, a guttural moan tearing from your throat and pushing through your gag. Your limbs felt like ghosts, incorporeal parts of you that could only offer a vague sense of feeling compared to the sensation that overwhelmed your body, pleasure and adrenaline coursing through your veins all the same.

Gun be damned, you collapsed against the checkout counter, unable to support yourself any longer. Your chest heaved, unable to catch your breath with the now saliva-soaked bandana still shoved halfway down your throat. An astounded whine escaped your lips when he brought the gun up to his nose and sniffed. “This is it, mama. This is the devil’s salvation.”

He wasn’t making any damn sense, or your brain was too fuzzy to comprehend what he was saying. All you knew about the devil was from the Bible and that stupid Dr. Satan story people regurgitated like spoiled food. If Otis was the devil, you’d believe it, though.

The sound of a car door slamming shut made your eyes widen, and you glanced over your shoulder, your muffled screams of either help or warning to however was approaching.

“Sorry about this, darlin’. We’ll have a lot more fun later,” he said, hitting you across the face with the gun, sending you to the brink of consciousness.

The bell on the door faintly jingled, and the last thing you remember seeing was a large, familiar figure walking towards you.

“C’mon and help me get ‘er in the car,” Otis said just as you passed out. "Don't forget the cash."

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher fandom #otis driftwood fanfic #otis driftwood imagine #slasher fanfic

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jarofmoths · 4 months

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#baby firefly #sheri moon zombie #house of 1000 corpses #the devils rejects #3 from hell #rob zombie #horror #horror films

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dont-eat-the-fish · 4 months

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i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work.

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devils rejects #devils rejects #3 from hell #firefly family #🐟

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tootyfuckingfruity · 14 days

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Rob’s IG

#baby firefly #otis driftwood #3 from hell #Rob zombie #angel baby #otis

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kyuoki · 19 days

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it's...opossum man otis,,,,,

#trying out more cartoonish style to force myself to get out of my comfort zone and post something im not 100% comfortable and satisfied with #(i say as i slap on 989080 layer effects to make it look more bearable for me)#:D 👍#tried to make it look vhs or something fuck man idk #anyway have some stinky albino opossum guy #like go wash your asscrack or something man #/j #i hate him #but i love him #my should-be-locked-up-in-a-psychward babygirl <3 #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell #otis driftwood fanart #rob zombie #my art

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 3 months

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I got a lil idea with Otis with a s/o that likes to were a beauty headband with bunny ears to keep they hair out of there face when there drawing or relaxing 👀👀👀 feel like it would be a recipe for trouble lol

-❤️‍🔥

Rabbit

a/n: omg you have NO IDEA how much i love this!! thank you so much for this i had so too much fun writing it! <3

pairing: otis x afab!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), otis calls reader 'rabbit', no pronouns used but it's implied that reader has long hair

word count: 407

"What the fuck is that thing?" Otis asked, tugging at the bunny ears on your head.

"It's a headband," you simply told him, readjusting it. "It keeps the hair out of my face."

"Oh yeah? Well ain't it just convenient that they're little bunny ears," he smirked, toying with the ears again.

"Otis," you warned. "Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere good is where it's going," he mused, crushing you under the weight of his stare.

"And what's your definition of good?"

You knew there was no way you could say no to him, and you could absolutely see where this was going, but you were more interested in seeing how long you could drag this out.

He leaned back on the bed, opening his legs slightly, an amused grin on his face as he looked down at his crotch. "Come on, rabbit, I know you want to."

"Want to what?" You teased, shifting closer to him on the bed. "I ain't doing nothing 'till you tell me."

Otis simply looked down at his crotch again, like that would somehow serve as a decent enough answer. And it did, but you weren't about to tell him that.

You swung your leg over his waist, straddling his lap, unable to hide your amusement as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck.

"Am I getting closer?" You asked, your breath hot against his skin, your lips twisting into a smirk.

A dissatisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he dug his fingers into your thighs. "I ain't playin' no games, rabbit."

"Who said it was a game?" You questioned. "I was only askin' if I was close."

In response, he pushed his fingers harder into your thighs, making sure you knew he wasn't interested in messing around.

You sighed. "Fine, I'll suck your fuckin' dick."

You scooted down his body slightly, opening his pants, and soon enough, you had your hand wrapped around his dick.

"You know, I expect a certain level of enthusiasm when it comes to these things," Otis said. "And you don't look very enthusiastic."

You didn't bother to answer him as you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips jerking beneath you from the sudden motion.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel him playing with the bunny ears on your head, quiet groans falling from his lips.

"That's right," he muttered, petting your head. "That's right."

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#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood smut #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood oneshot #otis driftwood imagine #otis driftwood fanfic #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell

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fanofspooky · 4 months

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#horror #horror movies #horror movie #movie #movies #meme #memes #horror meme #horror memes #rob zombie #rob zombie’s halloween #rob zombie’s Halloween 2 #halloween 2007 #house of 1000 corpses #the devil’s rejects #3 from hell #sheri moon zombie

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slashv1xen · 29 days

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dating otis driftwood SFW headcannons

a/n: this man is fine FOR NO REASON GODAMN

his love language is either physical touch or acts of service (he either won’t get his hands off you or he’ll give you princess treatment)

he LOVES hyper-feminine girls (a little too much)

if you can cook well he is already proposing. he (unfortunately) can’t cook, so having you there is a real asset, but also he loves watching you cook (he finds it relaxing and a turn on)

definitely hates rom-coms or chick flicks, but if you like them he’ll put up with them for you (he’ll make fun of you and whatever you’re watching though)

will make portraits of you, whether that’s painting or sculpting (or something really strange), he does it as a way to show affection (and to appreciate your beauty)

he will go on rants about you (in a good way) and will do some artistic shit about you (write you poems, draw you, sing you your favourite songs, etc), as it’s easy for him to show his love, (jeff buckley coded) although he does this secretly and will NOT tell you about any of this

this man barely showers, but every time he does he wants you there (and he literally melts every time you run your fingers through his hair while washing it)

otis NEVER shows emotions he deems “weak” (sadness, vulnerability, etc), so good luck trying to get that out of him

he likes gifting you jewellery and little accessories + clothes for you (don’t ask where he got them from)

if you’re dancing to music and you ask him to join you, he will flat out refuse. no exceptions

#devils rejects #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #3 from hell #fanfiction #headcannons #sfw #otis driftwood x reader

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rigorwhoretis · 4 months

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#3 from hell #otis driftwood #baby firefly #house of 1000 corpses

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drunkbeefstudio · 3 months

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I would say I'd like to sit on his lap but I'd probably break his leg so I'll just say I'd like to sit on the floor next to his leg like a dog.

#Otis Driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devils rejects #3 from hell #id call this man whatever he wants #shout out to my fellow Otis freaks

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im-his-druidess · 9 months

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I am feeling super free to send you in a request/thought about Otis because you like talking about him so much!

Everytime I see that gif of Otis with the skull face paint I think about whether he would like getting that face paint fucking everywhere on you. Especially your thighs and neck. He'd just tease you about it endlessly, not letting you wash it off for a bit.

I just think he'd love looking at your thighs or touching them after he ate you out and getting that paint on his fingers. Just chuckling and wiping it off on your arms or something while saying something teasing about what a mess you are and shit

Now am I onto to something here????

I absolutely LOVE talking about him and you are DEFINITELY on to something here, my friend 😳

Otis definitely seems like he would have a kink for dirtying you and marking you in any way. Either from his handprints and teeth marks, to painting your body with his own come, to even covering you in dirt or mud after letting you "escape" and tackling you to the ground and fucking you before dragging you back to his room.

This would mean that, yes, he would absolutely enjoy getting his face paint smeared all over you. He only dresses like that once a year on Halloween so he would try to make every possible second count. Would love to see your thighs and tits covered in the paint, your mouth and throat not escaping his attention either, and he would spend long moments just staring at you and turning you every which way. Would probably even show you off to their newest victims and force them to compliment you. Getting off on both of you being uncomfortable and humiliated. (Probably then gouges out the victims eyes for looking at "his property")

Otis would then just reapply it and continue to mark you up until you are smeared everywhere in paint, before he would wash you off and start all over again.

Any time one of his "projects" requires paint you are going to get some of it on you in some shape or fashion. Usually it's his handprints on each breast, your ass and thighs, and especially smeared between your thighs. Also his name on various parts of your body. Those times he would leave the paint on you for even longer, chest puffing up with pride if Baby or another member of the family sees you so thoroughly marked by him.

#he's dirty and I love it #god he's so bad but he looks so good....#i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood headcanons #Otis Driftwood x Reader #house of 1000 corpses headcanons #the devil's rejects #3 from hell #slasher #slashers x reader #slashers headcanons #slashers fandom #Bill Moseley #Bill Moseley x Reader #Bill Moseley headcanons #the cryptid answers

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