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workingforthewidow · 8 months

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What is up bitches and hoes. Ya girl is back. And by back I mean my cat brain was able to hyper fixate on something long enough to write for it. Also I’m in my ‘final girl’ ‘slasher fucker’ era. So be prepared for some fucked up shit. I am unhinged and hot for men that wear masks and kill people and people that just kill people in general. So onto the show. This is my first time writing and posting in forever so plz be nice lol

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Pairings: Otis Driftwood X Stockholm syndrome!reader (darling is in so deep there’s no coming back). Reader X platonic Firefly family.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. I think like 1 single use of Daddy in a power play way. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis. His mood swings will give you whiplash. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Guns used in a sexual way. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

Word count: 4,245

God i am so feral for this man.

Also a big THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU to the person who inspired me to write again go check out their work if you haven’t: @lovely-cryptid

Ugh i am so nervous to post this but imma do it! Link to part 2

She sometimes wondered if her family even knew she was missing or that she had even left. The whole reason she was out on that lonely road was her attempt to leave everything behind, everyone behind. So in a sense she did succeed in that but this was not what she had in mind when she pictured her freedom from her mother and her step-father. She had pictured herself in a big city with a cute little apartment with big windows that looked out over a park or maybe water. She’d have a good job but nothing too fancy. Working in a bookstore maybe or a flower shop. Something where she could be creative. But this wasn’t that magical place. Not even close.

Well you could say that she got to be creative in some sense. If you count being the muse and model for an insane blood thirsty ‘artist’ as creative. Sometimes he did let her pick out some of the smaller details of his work. Like how the hair was styled if it involved a human. But for the most part she was there for him to use when he needed to take out his anger and frustration. “Fucking my pretty little princess always cures the artist block” he would say as he pounded into her without a care for how she felt. All that matter was he got his dick wet. She didn’t mind thought. It kept him happy and she loved him when he was happy. He was kinder.

She could have never imagine this would be her life when she ran out of her mother’s house a year ago. A year, had it really been a year? Was it October already? She couldn’t be too sure. He rarely let her out of his, their, room unless it was to eat at the table as a family. The last time she was able to see a calendar was in August when he took her to the ‘museum’ to give Captain Spaulding the newest exhibit.

She had to beg on her knees for him to let her come along with him. That led to him agreeing with a stipulation of course, “Already on your knees princess might as put that mouth to work. Show me how badly you wanna go.” After giving into his demands she was able to leave the Firefly house and make the trip to see Spaulding. They only stayed a few minutes. Enough time for him to set up his ‘art’ and for her to see that the calendar read “August 17” but looking back what if that was wrong? It didn’t have the year on it, that calendar could have been from 5 years ago for all she knew.

At that point she figured she might as well ask him the date. She had been good the last few weeks. He had even told her that himself. He was being nicer only calling her a slut or a whore when he was fucking her in anger. But now he was calling her sweet things like ‘princess and sweetheart’ he had even called her baby once. But Baby heard him say that and hit the fan mad. Not that Baby didn’t like her. In all fairness her and Baby had become pretty good friends. She would even dare to say best friends. When he was being nice he would let Baby come to the room and talk to her. If he was being really nice and she had been really good for him, he would let her go to Baby’s room. That was the best. Baby would do her hair and makeup and dress her up in pretty outfits. He only let her wear her tiny jean shorts, which she was pretty sure he had cut shorter then when she bought them and a shirt that barely covered her breast. During the winter he had let her wear one of his flannel shirts over her outfit after Mama Firefly got onto him when the poor girl about froze to death. Texas winters could be as brutal as Texas summers if you were in the right place.

“Otis?” She called softly from her place on the bed but then cringed when she realized her mistake. He had been working on a new ‘project’ all morning his back to her and she couldn’t really see what was being created.

“Try again Princess. Get it right or I’ll have to punish you. And you’ve been so good for me for so long.” He didn’t even turn to look at her but she knew he was smirking to himself. He always found pleasure in the little roles he had created for them. But this was no game or play that came to end. This was her life.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Otis was sure if he hadn’t had been listening for the response it would have been too soft for him to hear. He heard the bed squeak signaling she had moved. In the corner of his eye he could see her kneel next to him and soon felt her hand on his thigh. He looked down to see her staring up at him with her big innocent eyes. His innocent little pretty princess. His naive little sweetheart.

“Good girl, what do you want?” He ran his hand through her hair once before grabbing a fist full at the base of her skull forcing her to stay looking up at him.

“Um, I, I, um. Just was wondering, what’s the date?”

“Tuesday.” Was that all she wanted. Interrupted his work for that.

“No, like what is the date? Like what month is it and the day?”

He tightened his fist in her hair making her whine at the pain “Why the fuck does it matter? Have some place to be? A hot date waiting for you?”

With tears pricking at her eyes she tried to follow his hand to relieve the pressure on her head. “No, no. I only want to be here with you. No where else. With no one else.” She made her eyes wide again trying to get back on his good side with her innocent look. He loved that look.

He loosened his grip on her hair and scratched his chin as if he had to think long and hard about the date.

“It’s October 30. Now why the fuck does it matter? It ain’t your birthday seeing as Baby isn’t fucking around insisting on a party for her little best friend. So what’s so important about today huh?” He had bent down his nose brushing against hers lips barely brushing.

“It’s been a year. A year since you brought me home with you.” She smiled. He may be mean when he’s angry but she did fell at home with him. He did care for her. He did love her. At least that’s what she told herself.

“Didn’t think you’d be so much a little romantic princess. What you want some little anniversary dinner? Think I’m gonna buy you little presents? This is your present sweetheart. You ain’t dead.” He growled in her ear and moved away from her face. “Now get back on the bed and shut your fucking mouth. I’m almost done and if you interrupt again I’ll have Tiny take you down to the basement for the night.”

Her eyes went wide in terror. She hated the basement. Tiny wasn’t bad, they had become pretty good friends. But the basement was not fun. It was dark and cold and damp. Otis had made her stay in the basement when he first brought her to the house after picking her up off the side of road where her car had ‘broken down’ aka where RJ had shot her tires out. It took her a few days to calm down and stop the kicking and screaming. It had only taken a few whips with his belt and the threats of deaths for her to finally listen to him. But she realized once she was being good that he did just want what was best for her. She saw how many girls he brought in and killed. But he chose her. He saved her and kept her safe. Kept her warm and well fed. And as long as she was good for him he was good to her.

“Yes, sir.” She responded quickly as it was a toss up if he wanted her response at all or if that itself would get her to the basement. She crawled back up the bed and laid out on her stomach facing him so she could watch him work. He was painting today.

He turned briefly looking to see if she followed his demand. Which she had, as she always did- his perfect little princess. How lucky he was when he found her. He hadn’t planned originally on keeping her but she was different from the others. She screamed sure but there was something about her eyes. He could tell she was naive but also wouldn’t mind some blood. Her eyes screamed innocence but at the same time he could tell she had seen some of the horrors of this world. He would later learn that horror of hers was from her abusive parents. She didn’t tell him outright but her nightmares usually came along with sleep talking and he had pried a lot of her in her unconscious state.

“Good girl, princess.” He praised her before turning back to his work. She did as she was told and stayed silent for the next hour while he worked. Finally by midnight he was done and she had passed out waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, her hands flying up to grab his wrist and looked up at him with now wide awake eyes. “All done princess. You want dinner?”

Oh right they didn’t eat dinner. Odd, Baby normally always came to collect them for dinner when Otis was working. She knew that he would get caught up in his work and forget to feed her little best friend.

She nodded as best she could with his grip on her hair. “Yes please.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the thought of dinner crossed her mind.

“Come on then hurry up. Put these on.” He ordered throwing her short skirt and shoes at her. Why was he making wear her shoes? The skirt she knew, even if it barely covered her it was enough to keep Hugo off her a bit. But the shoes? She wasn’t supposed to wear shoes in the house that was one of the rules. “Mama didn’t make enough dinner for us. Seems she forgot about us. Figured I’d be nice and take you somewhere. That’s what you wanted right? Some kinda anniversary dinner?”

“If that’s what you want. I just want to make you happy.” She said slipping on her shoes as ordered.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Come on lets go.” Otis grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the stairs and out to his truck. He threw her into the passenger seat before getting in the driver side. Once the truck was started the radio came on playing her favorite Frank Sinatra song.

She gasped and smiled wide. “I love this song.” She said without thinking before clasping her hand over her mouth. Another one of his rules- Don’t speak unless given permission. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “I’m sorry I was just excited and…”

Otis moved his hand to her thigh gripping the skin so hard she knew she’d have a handprint shaped mark in the morning. She stilled and waiting for his next move.

“Don’t have to apologize for that sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Maybe it’s time to change the rules a little, yeah?” He smiled at her with his wicked smile that would send shivers down anyone else’s spine and pulled her closer to him running his hand higher up her thigh. “You be a good girl while we’re out and when we get home. Tomorrow I’ll think about changing your rules.”

She took a breath. He was happy with her. So happy he was going to change her rules. Maybe she would be allowed to leave the room without him. Spend more time with Baby and Tiny. Or even Mama. She loved Mama. Mama was everything she wished her mother had been.

Finally Otis pulled the truck off to a 24 hour roadside dinner. There were only a couple cars, probably belonging to the workers, and a few long haul trucks. Otis got out and pulled her along with him. Once her feet hit the ground he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Be good.” It was a simple command and a simple warning. “Be good” meant not only behave in general but also “don’t you dare tell anyone what happens at home.” He had only taken her out in public once, outside of her trips to Captain Spaulding’s, when he took her to buy her new outfits for her to wear for him. And by outfits of course that means bras that barely hold her tits and panties that barely covered anything. Along with a few short skirts and shorts. He didn’t like when Hugo eyed his woman. But oh how Otis loved to see his princess dressed up for him.

She reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She knew he loved it when she showed him affection. “Of course. Always a good girl for you.” She promised him.

They made it to the door and he was even kind enough to hold the door open for her. The waitress at the counter greeted them and told them to find a seat anywhere. He found them a booth far in the corner away from everyone else and pulled her down in his lap grabbing the menu. He let her trail her fingers over it reading each line and finally pointing out what she wanted. Of course, the sweetest thing on the menu. The waitress made her way over and smiled at them.

“Y’all need a minute or are you ready to order?”

Otis tightened his grip on her waist and she knew that meant stay quiet.

“Water, coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs, and the waffles.” He didn’t even look the waitress in the eye. “Chocolate chips on the waffles.”

She must have been really good if he was letting her have sweet treats.

The waitress nodded, writing down the order, before going to the kitchen.

They sat in silence. His hand drifting up and down her leg as they waited. A few minutes go by and the waitress reappears with a tray holding the drinks and food. “Here ya go darlings. Anything else?” Otis waves her off with a huff and she retreats back to the counter where a few truckers are sitting.

He takes a slice of bacon and chews it loudly in her ear before holding a piece to her mouth. “Eat up princess. I’ve been thinking about this whole anniversary non-sense and I think if I’m being so nice getting you this food then when we get home we will play one of our little games.”

She nodded happily, giggling and wiggling in his lap feel him grow harder under her. Playing games meant he was happy and in a good mood. She let him feed her until the plates were cleared. The waitress returned at that point slapping the bill on the table before turning on her heel walking away. She obviously did not enjoy being waved off earlier.

“Did you like it Princess? Wanna come back?” Was the game already starting? He didn’t normally ask her her preferences. “I didn’t like. I don’t think we’ll be back.”

“It was okay. Not as good as Mama’s cooking.” Mama made the best waffles.

Without a word and without looking at the bill Otis stood up and started walking her to the door.

“Sir you need to pay the bill! Excuse me!” The waitress yelled from behind the counter. Otis smirked down at his girl and chuckled darkly. He then whirled around and pull his gun from his waistband.

“I don’t have to do shit bitch.” He then grabbed her hand and threw her back in the truck speeding away towards home.

He was driving far past the speed limit, as fast as a bat out of hell. She looked up at him with her big eyes then down at the gun in-between them in the seat of the truck. He had never brought it out in front of her. He liked to use his knifes, belts, or even his hands on her. She couldn’t even name a time she had a gun this close outside of being on a police officers hip.

“Not gonna fucking bite you. What the little princess never seen a gun before?” He eyes burned on her. She shook her head. “Well then Princess, why don’t we start the game now?” He grabbed the gun and pressed it against against her temple. “Open those legs pretty girl.” She did as she was told and he moved the gun down her body until it was between her legs. “You fucking get off on this and cum without permission I will blow your brains out. Don’t care how much a pretty fuck you are. Understood?”

She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes.”

He slid the barrel of the gun against her folds making her shiver against the cold metal. He kept it up at a steady pace for what felt like hours but he made sure to never reach right where she wanted him. She was looking straight ahead trying to find any landmarks showing they were close to home. Right as she was about to work up the nerve to ask him, he finally hit her sweet spot. She moaned and threw her head back.

“There we go princess. Don’t forget the rules.” He moved faster bringing her close to the edge and pulling away. Finally the light of the house came into view. He stopped the truck but continued playing with her for a few minutes before pulling the gun away from her core.

He looked it over before grabbing her chin, “Open wide sweetheart. You made my gun dirty, now you gotta suck it clean. Be a good girl.” Be a good girl. Yes she is a good girl for him. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue letting him slide the barrel into her mouth. She began licking and sucking her juices off the shiny metal when she heard a click. She gulped and looked at him to see his wicked smile. “Good girls don’t have to worry if the safety is off. And you’re a good girl right?” She nodded and continued until he finally pulled away wiping her spit off on his shirt. He then got out of the truck pulling her along with him as always. “Good girl, now you have 2 minutes to get that pretty ass upstairs and ready in our room. Wear the white.” Oh he really wanted to play today. He only had her wear a white set if he intended to stain it red. “Timer’s already started Princess I’d hurry if I was you.” He slapped her hard on her ass kicking her into gear. She darted into the house trying to be careful not to knock anything over. She reached the threshold of their room when she heard him slam the front door shut meaning she had about 1 minute left. She ripped off her clothes and threw on the first white lace bra and panties she could find. Once she was dressed she dropped to her knees sitting back on her heels, hands in her lap, looking up and waiting.

Otis finally opened the bedroom door and smirked at the sight before him. She was so pretty like that. Ready and waiting to suck his cock. He walked up to her stripping his clothes as he walked holding his belt in his hands. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? On the bed arms up.”

She followed his orders and laid down arms against the headboard. She knew the drill at this point. He looped the belt around her wrist securing her to the bed. He then tied a blindfold around her eyes. This game was her favorite. She didn’t know why but he always was happier after they played this game.

A drawer opened and she heard the clicks of metal against metal. She then felt an ice cold blade against her throat. “One sound. One single sound and I will gut you like a pig. Got it?” She nodded to the best of her ability. “Good girl now be quiet.” The knife moved across her body slowly. She had yet to feel skin break. He moved up and down her arms and her legs. Around her bellybutton and traced the insides of her thighs. Then the feeling was gone. And she heard the rustling sound of clothes being thrown on and the bedroom door slamming.

This wasn’t part of the game. He was suppose to cut her, carve his name on her and lick the blood. Slice her up with tiny cuts that would bead some bubbles of blood enough for him to paint her in but not enough to kill her or even truly hurt her. But he never left before it was over. He didn’t always stay long afterwards, aftercare is not in his vocabulary but he never left before they were done.

Had he decided he was done with her? Was he going to get RJ and Tiny so they could be ready to take her body when he was done with it? Questions and thoughts started whirling in her head. Fear creeping up on her. She was alone again. She was alone and going to die. Her life with the Firefly’s wasn’t perfect but it was hers and she was enjoying it.

Tears started to slip from her eyes wetting the blindfold that had been tied to her. Maybe he was going to leave her here to starve. Let her have a final meal and then starve her. Her tears soon turned to sobs and before she knew it her breathing was getting shaky. Everything was spinning even though she couldn't see anything. Her brain was spinning it felt like. Her body was shaking violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you girl?” His voice boomed into the room and he removed his belt from her hands pulling her into his lap before taking off the blindfold. He was being oddly kind, like he was worried about her.

She continued to shake and sob for a minute before finally calming down enough to look at him. “You, you, you left. You never leave until the game is finished. Left me alone again.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Someone wondered up the property Princess. Had to make sure the cops weren’t showing up. Don’t need the pigs here when I have a pretty little runaway in my bed.” Then in a rare moment, a very rare moment that had only happened once when he was drunk but she counted it because it was the only time it happened; he kissed her. Like a real kiss from someone you love not a power play. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you Princess. I promise.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him like he was the center of her whole universe, “You won’t abandon me, right?” It was barely a whisper almost as if she was unsure if she could ask.

Otis brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, “You’re mine forever silly girl. I love you.”

Those three words. The three little words he knew would hook her right in again. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he dangled that little carrot in front of her face once every couple weeks. He wasn’t sure if he even meant it. In the beginning he knew he didn’t but now as time had gone on he wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe this pretty little princess from the other side of Texas was changing him.

“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his neck before snuggling into him. There would be no wicked game for a few hours. He would be kind. He would let her sleep next to him. Let her snuggle up on his chest while he played with her hair. Let her have a few hours where they played like they were a normal couple, just a man and his girl sleeping the night away.

But Otis Driftwood was anything but just a man. He was different and he knew it. But she was different too. Maybe she was meant to be here. Meant to be his girl forever. But that was a problem for another day. A day when he was 7 beers deep and didn't have to think too hard.

“Goodnight Princess you can sleep now. I ain't going anywhere. And when you wake up, I’ll let you go to Baby’s room.” He kissed her hair again and moved them down on the bed throwing the blanket over them.

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im-his-druidess · 10 months

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I love your writing!

Can I request ABO prompt 19 with our darling Otis?

I’m so excited you added him to your characters list!

Took a bit of creative license with this one! Nothing too big! Hope you like it! 💙

"You really don't have to do this," you tried once again to persuade the two security guards flanking you.

One, a short rotund Beta, snorted and the other, a tall burley Alpha, shoved you rather roughly towards the door to your home.

"Zip it, Omega. I've had just about enough of your yapping. Got to realize there are consequences to your actions," the one who pushed you grumbled, his thick mustache and even thicker eyebrows twitching with every word, and you felt your shoulders slump in defeat.

"Just remember...you asked for it," you muttered under your breath before shouldering the door open.

The old hinges squealed in protest, announcing your presence long before you could shout out a greeting to Mama Firefly that was no doubt clanging around the kitchen.

"I got some people here that wanna see...my Alpha," you said loudly, shooting a disapproving look to the security guard lingering by the door, and almost instantly Mama rounded the corner with a flair that only she possessed.

"Oh! You brought visitors! You should have warned me! I would've put on something...nice," she cooed while fluffing her teased blonde hair and you got a nose full of her sweet perfume mixed with the tang of smoke.

You didn't miss how she propped her free arm under her breasts to make them stick out even more. Her pastel pink corset nearly ripping at the seams from the movement. You heard one of the men choke on their spit and you fought back your grin at her antics.

"Why don't you boys keep me company in the parlor while she go gets her man?" Mama continued with a bright pink painted fingernail pointing towards the living room.

She wasn't even done speaking before the Beta was all but running to the room, but the Alpha lingered.

"I'll wait right here, ma'am," he said curtly and received a long unblinking stare that had him clearing his throat awkwardly.

With a heavy sigh once Mama and the man were out of sight you heaved yourself up the rickety stairs, one eye still trained on the Alpha to make sure he didn't follow you, and you made sure to stomp and drag your feet to make as much noise as possible.

You already knew you were in trouble and you didn't feel like adding more to it by having another man in your Alpha's territory without some sort of warning. As if sensing your thoughts, long pale fingers shot out from the upper floor and wrapped tight around the back of your neck, and you were unceremoniously dragged the rest of the way up the stairs and out of eyesight of the security guard. You kept your body limp and your eyes downcast as a nose was promptly shoved against your throat, hot breath huffing against the sensitive skin, and the grip on your neck tightened.

"What the fuck is all this about, mama?" Otis spat and you felt dread curl in the pit of your stomach at the underlying growl to his voice.

Deciding to metaphorically rip the band-aid off this situation you took a deep fortifying breath.

“I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of security guards at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your Omega,” you said quickly and then all but whined as long white hair slipped over your shoulder as he moved until his chest was flush against your back.

Otis continued to aggressively scent you, snorting like an agitated bull at the lingering scent of the two strange men on you, and his grip moved to fist in your hair at your words.

You could tell he was thinking over what you said. Rolling them around his head while replacing his scent on you. You felt his jaw work against your throat as if he was grinding his teeth and you immediately leaned back to nuzzle against his temple in an instinctual effort to comfort him. His pale hair tickled your nose and you let the natural Alpha earthy scent of him fill your lungs and you ignored the slight tinge of copper wafting from him. Jagged teeth pierced your shoulder, ripping you from your head, and you barely bit back a yelp at the sharp stinging pain.

“Don’t start with that lovey-dovey bullshit. You made a fucking mess and now I gotta clean it up, dammit,” he snapped once he let go of your abused shoulder and you whimpered as he yanked on your hair while he spoke.

With your shoulder and scalp stinging, Otis marched you back downstairs, and you were momentarily relieved once his grip returned to the nape of your neck and away from your throbbing scalp.

“Are you her Alpha?” the security guard asked as you both popped into view and you could smell the sudden surge of smugness rolling off of the man behind you at the question.

The deep jagged scarring of your mating gland hidden beneath your t-shirt was only a pale imitation of the vivid and painful memory you had of the night Otis claimed you as his. You swore you could still feel the sensation of rope burning against your wrists as you struggled underneath him even all this time later. His laughter still echoing in your ears.

“You are correct,” Otis said, fingertips brushing against your mating bite as if he was remembering that night as well, and you quickly swallowed past the bile rising in your throat.

Instead, you reached out to tangle your fingers in the beltloop of his jeans. You felt an immediate sense of calmness wash over you at his little grunt of approval at your movement.

“Well, it seems your Omega here got into a bit of a…spat,” the man began while stroking his mustache and Otis interrupted him with a laugh.

“Yeah, she is a feisty one. Only reason she’s stuck around as long as she has,” he said and you winced and the double meaning of his words.

Otis had been charmed by your aggression when you first met, so unusual for an Omega, and he continued to push and prod your buttons just to get reactions from you. Your ass and thighs still stung from his earlier ‘playing’.

“But she knows better than to let others touch what belongs to me. Knows I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to my property,” he continued and you could see the awkwardness settle of the security guard.

It seemed he was finally starting to realize that Otis wasn’t just the average possessive Alpha. The think scent of Alpha aggression was clear to you, probably because you were so used to it, but the man just shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

You could feel Otis grinning from behind you.

“Now, what I really wanna know is…how fast do you think you can run?” he asked casually and you closed your eyes briefly.

There was hardly ten seconds that passed before he was shoving you to the side and launching himself at the Alpha. A loud wet yelp sounded from the living room, a gurgled groan followed by a loud shrieking cackle, and you knew that Baby was taking care of the security guard in the living room. You thumped pitifully against the wall as you watched a flash of long pale hair and the glint of a knife fly past you and out the door. The security guard didn’t even make it to the porch steps before Otis was on him with a growl that you felt in your bones. You heaved another sigh before turning and dragging yourself up the stairs towards the room you shared with Otis as you waited for him to finish and began to mentally prepare for your punishment. The man pleading for mercy only made you feel exhausted.

“I tried to warn you. You brought this on yourself.”

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sleepingdeath-light · 6 months

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autistic male s/o hcs ; otis

requested by ; thatboymikey (09/10/23)

fandom(s) ; house of 1000 corpses / slashers

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; otis b. driftwood

outline ; “Hello :) can I request some Otis driftwood head cannons with a male reader? And the reader is autistic and sometimes goes non verbal at times if you’re fine with that, that would be amazing thank you so much.”

warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence, but mostly fluff!

otis is an asshole — a murderer, a kidnapper, someone who will torture anyone and everyone who he comes across with a smile on his face — but he does actually care about his family and about you as his boyfriend (even if he denies having a soft spot with everything he’s got)

after being with you for long enough he’s able to pick up on when you’re going to go non verbal and, having an adopted brother that is also non verbal, he’s more than able to communicate with you at times like that — he’s a murderer, sure, but he’s a murderer with a strong sense of community who practises sign language in his free time (he’s not the best… like, at all, but he knows just enough to scrape by during conversation with you)

he’s absolutely targeted people for being homophobic or ableist towards you — hell, he’s killed for far less so that shouldn’t be a shock — but he never uses them for his art because they don’t deserve to be preserved, so he just dumps them in the mass grave with the rest of the clan (he also makes their deaths much more intense and painful, but that’s par for the course with a partner like him)

alternates between calling you his ‘boyfriend’ and his ‘husband’ — he doesn’t give a shit about marriage as a concept, nor about anything else that’s legally binding, but he likes the possessive undertones of the title and will use it every now and then when someone just isn’t getting the hint (or if he knows you like it when he calls you that)

very physically affectionate in a sexual way, especially when you have ‘guests’ and one of them is looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, and that includes everything that you could think of: wet messy kisses to your temple, making out in full view of everyone, groping your body, pulling you down onto his lap, grinding his hips against your ass, turning your head to face him before kissing you very roughly, etc.

in short, it’s impossible for any visitors to not realise that you’re otis’ boyfriend (his man, his boy toy, his life partner, his husband in every sense except legally, not that either of you cared) and they’d have to be especially dense (or especially masochistic) to try and flirt with you after all of that

he doesn’t really get autism as a concept but he tries to understand with your help — even if a lot of his questions (usually asked when he’s high on several substances and when you’re cuddled up together in bed after a wild day or night) can be a bit blunt or strangely phrased

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #slasher x reader #otis driftwood x reader #male reader #otis b driftwood fluff #otis b driftwood x reader #otis driftwood fluff #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slasher x male reader

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spidergutz-writes · 1 year

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Dear genius;; do you perhaps have more headcanons for Otis with Baby's best friend? Just anything!! ;;w;

-meadow! My dear friend hello again :D! I truly hope you enjoy these (givin me my favorite tropes, i see what your doin 😁)

anyways, I hope you enjoy these!! —

So. Much. FLIRTING.

and not just regular flirting, though. Oh No no no.

what? You thought OTIS could flirt normally? No. That man’s shoving a live human heart in your face, while telling you how nice and soft your precious skin looks.

lemmie tell you this, if your baby’s best friend, you’ve either been with her from the beginning, or your just a morbid person and they kept you around for that.

and if you’ve been with her from the beginning? You can at least tolerate morbid stuff.

so there’s a lot of…dark flirting.

example:

“I’d love to cut you up and make a masterpiece outta you, doll”

“I’d let you do it.”

definitely also makes you little gifts. Like, little portraits of you, figures made of bone or cartilage.

puts his hand on your shoulder a lot. Your his, and he needs others to know that. (you just don’t know it yet, and he probably doesn’t either)

otis is also a very blunt person, so he’s more than likely invited you to his bed more than once

”yknow sweetheart, my beds always open for you”

often uses you as his muse, blatantly telling you it’s because your hot/pretty as fuck.

you two probably have rant sessions too.Your mad about something, he’s mad about something, so you both just vent to eachother about it.

you laying on his bed, him pacing around. Your waiting for him to finish so you can console him, then go on with your own rant,

which you know he’d be there to listen to. After you listen to him ofc.

”can’t believe tiny almost let my muse escape! Do you know how long it took for me to get this detrimental wall of art block broken down? Fucking, forever!! If it wasn’t for me being there, just in time, that bitch would’ve ran away!”

so many late nights spent outside when neither of you can sleep, so you just talk.

talking about anything and everything, till eventually one of you falls asleep (typically you)

and by saying that, there’s been a few times where you woken up in Otis’s bed while he’s passed out on the very edge of the bed.

hes a sadistic, psychotic, homicidal maniac, but for some reason, you, baby’s best friend, the one person he’s NOT supposed to be kind, and all that gooey stuff with, makes him want to be nice to you.

doesn’t want to actually carve your face off

he wishes to keep it on your pretty/handsome face :((

lots of meaningless banter —

”your face is dumb”

”yeah? Well you have more wrinkles than my grandmother”

”oh really? Well- your probably not even a natural blond!”

*LE GASP*

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS. y’all will stay up ALL night watching shitty old horror movies and criticizing it

saying how fake and un real it is

”the gore is so fake, I mean cmon!!”

“…idk, the gore is pretty good, but the acting is shit.”

“You think that’s real gore? Gimme a second sweetheart, LEMMIE go grab my muse. I’ll show you real gore!”

”OTIS NO WHAT ABOUT THE MOVI-“

yeah. You’ll have to clean up all the blood btw.

man is caked in layers of blood, and constantly smells of Pennys and nickels.

ITS SO LATE RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE IVE POURED SO MANY HUMAN EMOTIONS INTO THIS-

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #house of 1000 corpses #house of 1000 corpses x reader #Ask #otis #driftwood #x reader #babys best friend

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cherrymooshroom · 8 months

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Hello! I'm Cherry, I'm 23, and this is a very 18+ Minors DNI blog. I write noncon/dubcon, gore, stalkers, slashers and generally gross men doing horrible things to you at your behest. VERY weird kinks and yeah... So just DD:DNE content warning ig.

REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN

What I'll write for:

Slashers and monsters:

Jason Voorhees x reader

Michael Myers x reader (I'll do OG myers and the RZ version)

Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis (or just seperately if you don't want them in poly ig)

Billy Lenz x reader

Pinhead x reader

Bo Sinclair x reader

Vincent Sinclair x reader

Rusty Nail x reader from the Joyride series

Both of the leatherfaces. Thomas Hewwit and Bubba Sawer becayse they are totally different vibes.

Lemme know if anyone wants House of 1000 corpses stuff or Repo! The Genetic Opera?

Oh I write for Yautja the uh... the dudes with the mandibles. They're hot.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

PEDOPHILIA ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER NO EXCEPTIONS.

Piss kink. I get it, not my golden shower.

Scat. Just ew. I am judging don't ask.

Vomit.

Necro. Obviously.

Uh... I mean I may reject other stuff but I'll just exclude something if I can work the request without that one particular kink.

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Poly!Baby Firefly and Otis Driftwood keeping you as their pet headcanons

Hello there! This is my first post about Baby Firefly and Otis Driftwood. This is basically reader meeting them and having fun with them for the first time.

I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

G/N reader, with no physical description (Otis and Baby call you a “cute little thing” twice)

Warnings: Morally grey reader, mentions of sexual activities (sightly NSFW with very light bondage), mentions of killing, blood, violence, one or two strong language

You had the perfect mediocre life.

You were dressing well, you were polite, you had an okay job, your family was alright.

You were good at your hobbies, without being amazing.

You were average.

And you were bored out of your mind with this life.

Sometimes you would talk about it to your family and friends and they wouldn’t understand.

“Why are you complaining? You have everything everyone would want for themselves!”

The problem was that you didn’t have what you wanted for yourself.

You had always known something was wrong with you and it was getting clear now.

Because for the first time in your life you had found a passion, an obsession, something keeping you awake at night and making you daydream at your work.

It started one evening.

You were eating in front of your TV, not knowing what to do with yourself. You had gone through the channels, not impressed, until you arrived at your local information one.

The journalist was incredibly worried, speaking of two dangerous people, researched by the police and who seemed to be in the region.

They were known to have killed a lot of people, a lot of cops, and to have kidnapped other people before ending them, and finally stole a car to fly away.

You couldn’t explain what happened inside of you, but you were instantly interested in this story. Finally something is happening around! You though

And you were definitively sold when you saw pictures of the two criminals.

Baby Firefly and Otis Driftwood.

They were the hottest people you've ever seen in your whole life.

When the journalists changed the subject, you instantly turned the TV off and you ran to your computer. You needed more. You needed so much more information about them.

You found police videos of them assaulting a place, killing people with guns and knives, burning buildings to the ground and bringing chaos upon Earth.

They were angels of destruction.

You were aroused, like you never had been before and you started to play with yourself before you knew it. You touched your sex as your eyes stayed on the videos, pictures and words depicting them.

Once you were done, you realised you were falling in love with dangerous criminals and you tried to get a hold out of yourself.

You couldn’t fantasise about them, it wasn’t healthy.

But days after days, your obsession for them both was only growing.

You followed all their adventures the whole week. You were getting crazy whenever they seemed to move away from the place you lived in; what were you going to do with your life if you lost them?

You were dreaming of being at a bank and they would assault the place. They held you hostage before kidnapping you. Of course they would play with you to their hearts’ contents and then they would keep you with them forever.

It would be the most perfect thing in the world.

And even though you knew something like that would never happen (first of all, because you were too boring for people like them), it didn’t stop you from dreaming about it.

One night, as you couldn’t sleep, you were watching the news once again, hoping for new flash info about Baby and Otis.

You didn’t get disappointed.

It was about midnight when the journalist announced that the damned couple was in town. The police had found blood and dead bodies at the gas station, and they were pretty certain it was them.

The gas station wasn’t far away from your place and you got up and dressed up.

You knew they might kill you, but at least something fun and interesting would have happened to you that way.

Your outfit was the most revealing and sexy you could have found.

With a bit of luck, they would just fuck you and let you go.

With a bit of extra luck, they would decide to keep you around for a while.

You found the gas station. Of course, it was crowded with cops and they prevented you from going closer. They would never understand how important it was for you to find Otis and Baby’s trail.

But luck was on your side as you caught a bloody footprint the cops seemed to have missed so far.

It was the only hint you got, but it was indicating a direction and you thought Baby and Otis might be in a motel near the crime scene. You needed to be quick before they could run away.

You walked, and walked and walked.

You knew you were crazy but you needed them.

And some divinity of chaos and destruction was probably watching over you because soon enough you arrived at a cemetery and you heard a gunshot. You also heard some insults and someone spatting.

You would have prefered to find Baby first, she seemed nicer. But you were still very happy to see Otis.

You shyly moved closer.

“The cops found the bodies at the gas station” you said and before you could say another word, Otis was aiming at you.

But you didn’t care. You weren’t afraid, you were just entranced with the fact you were finally in front of him.

You had dreamed so much about him… and he was way better in real life!

If he had wanted, you would have undressed right there.

You kept staring at him and he might see something inside of you, or maybe he was just wondering why the fuck you where there and not afraid of him, because he slowly put his gun down.

He tilted his head to the side and watched you with interest now. A growing smirk appeared on his face.

You enjoyed having his attention on you a little too much and you almost blushed when he looked up and down at you. He seemed to like what he was seeing.

“Whatcha doing here?” he finally asked you.

“Looking for fun” you replied right away and he arched an eyebrow.

“Come here” he ordered you.

You had no idea how you managed that but your legs brought you to him.

It all felt like a delicious dream and you were worried you would wake up in your empty bed.

You stopped once you were in front of him. You sent a look at the dead man on the ground and a shiver of excitement rushed through your spine.

He put his gun into the back of his pants, and soon enough his greedy hands were all over your body.

You shivered even more, unable to believe this was happening.

But his hands felt so real.

He brought you closer to his chest with a mischief look in the eyes that only held troubles.

He palmed your arse and hummed in approval.

“I’m gonna fuck you right there” he whispered.

“Yes please” you only managed to say and it surprised him for an instant before he let out a chuckle.

His hands were quickly working on undressing you but he got interrupted by a voice.

“What have you found there?”

You sent a glance past Otis’ shoulder and you saw Baby in flesh and bones. It really was your lucky day.

Otis sent her a look and groaned. He wasn’t too keen on sharing, but he could do an exception for Baby.

“A cute little thing warning me about the cops” he replied and you blushed.

Baby moved closer to you and she hummed at your half undressed state.

“Such a fun way to warn you…” she commented.

You wanted to say something for her to like you but you found yourself speechless. She was such a goddess.

“And you were going to play without me?” Baby asked Otis who only shrugged.

You didn’t dare to touch her but the heat in between your legs was driving you crazy. You needed the pleasure and you needed your fantasies to finally happen.

You would die if Otis and Baby let you there on your own.

You jumped when you heard dogs barking and yells coming from the gas station. The cops probably have found Otis and Baby’s track.

“Shit” Otis mumbled.

He and Baby exchanged a look before looking at you. They nodded and you were quite fascinated by the way they seemed to not need words to communicate.

Before you could do anything about it - which you wouldn’t have anyways - Otis grabbed you and threw you on his shoulder.

He started to run with you there and Baby in front of him.

Were they… kidnapping you?

They arrived at a motel and they went straight into their room.

Otis tied your hands on the bed frame while they were packing their things.

You watched them with widening eyes, not knowing what they were going to do with you.

You didn’t really care about your life but you were currently dying of arousal.

Baby sat next to you, quite wondering about how quiet and calm you were; it was really unusual.

“Aren’t you a cute thing?” she whispered into your ear and you nodded. She laughed.

She licked your neck and you moved your head to the side to give her a better access to it. She noticed it and she hummed in approval as her hands roamed your body with possessiveness, like Otis earlier.

Her hands moved in between your legs and it was then she noticed your arousal and she sent you a smirk.

You closed your eyes and tried to get some relief out of her touch. A touch you had so crazily begged for all those nights before.

“We don’t have time” Otis told Baby and you both pouted at that.

“We take them?” Baby asked and Otis watched you for an instant.

“Yes, sure, the travel might be long so we’ll need entertainment,” he replied.

Was that really happening?

They finished placing their things in their new stolen car and kept your hands tied behind your back.

You would have never tried anything, but if they enjoyed having you tied up, you weren’t going to complain about it.

Otis opened the backseat door for you and you climbed into the car, Baby sat beside you.

As Otis started to drive, Baby’s hand went back in between your legs and soft moans instantly left your mouth.

“Such an eager pet you found” Baby said to Otis who was watching the show in the mirror.

“You said you wanted a new toy. Hopefully they’ll last longer than the previous ones” he replied.

“At least, this one is willing. It’ll be so much better”

You barely heard the conversation as all you could think about was how delicious Baby was. She slowly got rougher and she got cries of pleasure out of you.

Otis was groaning as well, but because your sounds and your screwed up face was only getting him hard.

He stopped the car a lot sooner than he had thought he would.

He had driven the three of you to another motel. It looked like a deserted place with only dangerous people and prostitutes in there, but you didn’t really notice.

You were on your third orgasms already, as Baby had found out you were really amazing to play with.

Otis grabbed you and guided you to the closest empty room he could find. He threw you on the bed and undressed himself under your eyes full of desire.

Baby giggled as she closed the door and leaned against it to enjoy the show.

Otis took you with eagerness and his name was so easily leaving your mouth.

After he took his pleasure out of you, Baby untied you and she let you do whatever you wanted.

You made love to the two of them, with everything you had. You never had such lust and stamina before, but there was something about them, about how dangerous they were, about how their hands felt on you, about how good you felt with them.

You woke up in an empty bed.

And your heart instantly dropped.

You sat up, your naked body was covered in love bites and bruises, proof that all of this truly happened.

Did they leave you?

Even though you were quite happy and sated from your night of pleasure, you had hoped they were going to keep you.

You had no idea how you were going to get back to your boring life after that.

Baby opened the bathroom door.

“Slept well?” she winked at you and relief instantly washed over you; they weren’t gone. You nodded.

“Where’s Otis?” you asked and she watched you with interest.

“You’re really different” she hummed to herself and you thought your heart was going to burst with happiness at such words coming from her “He’s around, should be back soon. We’ll leave as soon as he’s back so you should shower and dress up” she said and you obeyed.

You were about to enter the bathroom when you stopped and you looked up at her.

“I come with you?” you shyly asked and she loudly laughed.

She slapped you arse “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

She pushed you against the nearest wall, her hand around your throat, and you felt the heat back in between your legs.

“You’re ours now, you better remember it”

Oh, you really weren’t going to forget it.

Taglist:

@feathery-ass

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grudgecollector · 2 years

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velvet sunrise | baby firefly

Pairing: Baby Firefly / Reader

Summary: A small story in which you wake up next to the love of your life.

Words: 505

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, swearing (nobody is surprised), just very domestic mornings

A/N: Recently rewatched house of 1000 corpses and as always I fall in love with Baby every single time.

So as a gift to myself, a very self indulgent and out of nowhere small fic.

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please read my request info and check my bio before sending in any requests!

The tips of your fingers softly brushed against her cheek, dusted pink from sleep. Her hair was soft under your fingers as you pushed it away from her face, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, but her eyes remained closed.

The house was silent. Not yet woken up into a loud bustle of Otis and Hugo’s usual grumbled bickering, Mrs. Firefly had not yet shuffled down the halls and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen. Not even RJ had gotten up yet, which kind of surprised you knowing that he was quite the morning person.

No, you were allowed to bask in the silence, nothing but the sound of wind blowing around the corner of the house making the shutters rattle, and the soft breathing of Baby. Outside the window you could hear the sound of a bird singing, greeting the sunrise with its beautiful chirps.

You felt her fingers flex against your waist and pull you closer, a small tired hum coming from the back of her throat.

“What’re you doin’ awake?” She whispered softly, not opening her eyes.

“Couldn’t fall back asleep.” You respond in an equally quiet voice, “How could I when you’re layin’ right next to me?”

Baby cracks her eyes open and grins, “Oh, shut up.” She chuckles, shoving your shoulder.

“Ow! It’s true! You’re a stone-cold fox, Baby.” You catch her hand before you can playfully shove you once more, bringing it to your chest.

“You’re such a fuckin’ suck-up.” She giggles, pushing you onto your back and throwing her leg over your waist, effectively pinning you down by your wrists.

All you could do was smile up at her, your heart fluttering inside your chest.

It was times like this where you wished you could freeze time, preserve the moment and bask in it forever. The soft caress of her fingers against your wrists, trailing to your neck, bringing you forward in a kiss that felt like heaven.

Your love for Baby was indescribable, you would do anything for her, and she would do anything for you. An unstoppable duo in an endless world, with a family who was there to accept you when nobody else would.

Deep inside the house you could hear the beginnings of the residents waking up, leaving Baby to sigh and roll her eyes, probably wishing the same as you. She slumped against you, her head resting on your shoulder and her lips trailing along your neck to your jaw.

“BABY!” Mrs. Firefly yells from outside the door, banging her fist on the door before roughly opening it, “Will you come down here and help RJ, please Baby?” She smiles sweetly, “You too sweetheart. Come on!”

“Alright, alright! *Jeez*.” Baby groans, rolling her eyes as she sits back up, settling back on your upper thighs.

“Well, seems like our morning is over.” You chuckle, sitting up so you’re level with her. You pull her forward in a soft kiss, pulling away and saying “We should go before your mama flips her wig.”

#violet writes #house of 1000 corpses imagine #house of 1000 corpses x reader #house of 1000 corpses reader insert #house of 1000 corpses #ho1000c imagine #ho1000c x reader #ho1000c reader insert #ho1000c #slasher imagines #slasher imagine #slasher reader insert

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thesongmachine · 3 days

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Ik this is kinda outta left field, but would ya be willing to write for Jerry from house of 1000 corpses?

YES OFC I WOULD LOVE TOO!!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REQUEST FOR HIM <3

#x reader #fanfiction #house of 1000 corpses x reader #house of 1000 corpses

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bloodyteethh · 3 months

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#slashers #trash post #slasher #billy lenz #brahms heelshire #hannibal nbc #horror film #horror films #halloween #slasher x reader #house of 1000 corpses #jaws #the shining #saw

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princessgorewhorexx · 3 months

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“yeah he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts, he hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts.” -ayesha erotica

i’ve had a shit day and this big boy helped cheer me up 🙃🩷

kisses xx

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Could I request the long haired slashers w a S/O that loves playing with their hair, washing it , tying it up and like coos about how handsome they are?

Long haired slashers: Vincent sinclair, Thomas hewitt, Nubbins sawyer and otis driftwood!

Playing with the Slashers' hair

Featuring: Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

I was close to putting Chop Top in this line up because I love his personality but I remembered you can't really braid 3 strands of hair 💀

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @rottent33th , @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Otis Driftwood

- While it can stroke his ego, I think it makes him embarrassed for the most part

- Not even the cute blushy kind of embarrassment, he kinda gets agitated and doesn't want you to be all on him until he calms down

- He doesn't like feeling as if he's getting soft, but your fingers feel so good in his hair

- Maybe he makes this a private only kind of thing, he can't risk the family seeing him like this

- Baby teases you both as is, if she walked in and saw you braiding his hair and cooing over how handsome he is, no one is making it out of his room alive

Nubbins Sawyer

- He loves it when you play with his hair !!

- Literally he can't stop laughing and sit still, that's how happy he is when you do it

- He has the shortest hair out of this group, but it's still so much fun to play with it

- Especially when you wash his hair, there's no doubt he's using the shampoo and conditioner as a way to have a mohawk

- I think showers and baths might be the only time you can catch him more relaxed, he melts like putty when you massage his scalp

Thomas Hewitt

- You are legally obligated to put dandelions in his hair

- It flatters him to no end when you lay him on your lap and you just surprise him with compliments!!

- He can't sign anything, he's too busy covering his face with his hands

- While washing his hair is less than glamorous- all the sweat, dirt, and blood build up isn't pretty, it makes him feel so loved

- He doesn't take good care of himself, so having you there with him feels like a blessing

Vincent Sinclair

- He's another one that doesn't have the best self care track record, he completely absorbs himself in his work

- Literally there are bits of wax stuck to his hair he needs a whole day off to take care of it

- But he is also very flattered by your actions, though he focusses a lot more on the act of you taking care of him rather than the confidence boosts

- If you let him, I think Vincent would want to return the favor and take care of your hair too

- Thinking about showering with Vincent, guiding him through your hair routine so he can help you unwind and savor the moment you have with him

#nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre 1974 #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses x reader #house of 1000 corpses

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workingforthewidow · 8 months

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Woah look at me actually posting 2 things within the same month lol- this is a part 2 to the Otis fic i posted a few days ago. You don’t HAVE to read it to understand this but it does help! I have honestly fallen in love with Otis and his Princess so I might start doing small one-shots in this universe so if you have any ideas or request let me know!

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis like he’s super sweet but still in an Otis way. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

18+

Word count 3,698. Link to part 1

She woke up to hear steady soft snores in her ear and the feeling of shallow sleepy breaths under her. A long pale arm wrapped around her waist held her securely to him. He stayed. He really stayed this time like he promised. Usually he was gone by the time she woke up. Maybe it was still night and she had just woken too early. But she could see the rays of light streaming in from the window. It was morning for sure. She lifted her head as much as she could and luckily she could see the clock on the wall. One of his few gifts to her. He wouldn’t give her a calendar but he at least got her the clock so she could have some time awareness. The hands of the clock read 1:49. They had gotten home at 1:30am. And by the time all was said and done she imagine she fell asleep no later than 2:30am. They had slept for 11 hours. He never slept that much. She was about to try to wake him when his grip tightened on her waist pulling her against him. He brushed his nose against her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Stop fucking moving and go back to sleep Princess.” He mumbled against her skin.

She relaxed against him and hummed contently. “But it’s almost 2 in the afternoon. We’ve been sleeping all day.”

“And if I say go back to sleep you fucking go back to sleep. Sleep for the next week if I say so.” He grunted out at her.

She nodded her head against his chest and closed her eyes again. What game was this? For sure a new one, they had never played a game like this before. Maybe it was the calm before the storm and next time she woke up he’d have her hanging from meat hooks on the ceiling or thrown back in the basement.

She was never able to fall back asleep. She just stayed very still against him other than occasionally tracing her fingers up and down his chest lazily like she was in a dream. Finally once the sun was setting did he stir awake. She was mid way up his chest near his heart when his hand clutched hers. If she wasn’t so use to him it would have hurt but she knew his grip was stronger than an alligators bite.

“Mornin’ Princess.” His still half asleep voice was low and rough. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“Ain’t mornin’ anymore. Almost dinner time.”

As if on cue Baby’s voice could be heard from the bottom of the stairs, “Otis! I haven’t seen my little best friend in two whole days. It’s about time you let her down here to see me and Mama.”

Otis groaned and rubbed his face before flinging her off him onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at where she had stayed on the floor like his good little girl. “Put some clothes on.” He threw her a pile of fabric at her. She separated it to reveal her shorts and one of his ‘burn this flag’ tank tops. Another change to the game. He never let her wear his clothes outside of the flannel she got to wear during the winter. Even then it was just the one and she had to keep track of it or else it was taken and hidden from her in a wicked game of hide and seek. She slid the clothes on without questioning him. “Perfect.” He grabs her face and kisses her harshly. But not as harshly as during a game. It wasn’t a true romantic kiss like the one from the night before but it wasn’t a one sided “I own you and can put my mouth anywhere I please” kiss either. “Come on Sweetheart.” He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the table.

The family were already seated and she noticed four guest sitting on the far end of the table. Two men and two women. One of the men looked extremely excited to be there while the other man and the women looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Mama immediately got up at the sight of them and floated towards them. She was so elegant and graceful.

“Oh my sweet Otis and little Darling. You joined us. How special is this? Come sit, sit. We have guest and it’s Halloween. I am blessed today.” She cooed before returning to her seat. “Masks on everyone.” She announced placing her own masks on her face. The others followed suit with the expect of one of the women and Otis and his girl.

“Put the damn mask on or she won’t let us have dessert!” Grandpa huffed from across the table.

The women sneered towards Otis and her, “They don’t have masks. Why do I have to do it?” Oh she was an entitled thing. Otis hated that kind of girl, his princess was never like that not even when he first got her.

“Playin’ by different rules sugar.” Otis spat out at her with venom laced words. She looked at him shocked before placing the mask on her face. The group ate in silence for a few minutes before the man who was acting like he was at DisneyLand spoke up.

“So uh any of you heard of Doctor Satan?” Everyone’s eyes shot up and glared holes into his head. She looked around at Mama and then to Otis who cleared his throat. He went on to spin the tale of Doctor Satan as if it were just that, a story. But she knew better. She knew the truth. Before anything else could be said Baby rang the gong. Time for her show.

Everyone filed into the show room and watched as Baby did her performance. She was a natural talent. She could even be in the picture shows. Baby was dancing close to one of the men and the woman next to him seemed to be jealous. She thought that’s probably what she would like that when Baby was all over Otis if she didn’t know the truth about their relationship. Sure they had done things in the past but once Otis brought her home and finally into his room and Baby claimed her as her “little best friend” all sexual acts between them stopped.

“A girl doesn’t two-time on her little best friend, Otis. She’d get all upset and cry. Best friends don’t make each other cry.” She had told him once he tried to get handsy with her. He didn’t care if the stupid girl got upset. He just wanted a good fuck and the girl locked in his room had yet to truly prove herself to him. Sure she could spread her legs and open her mouth but she wasn’t as exciting as Baby. Until one day out of the blue she was. She was doing everything just how Baby did it. Turns out the poor girl had begged Baby to tell her what to do to keep his attention on her. And boy was she a quick learner.

Lost in her head she didn’t realize all the movement going on around until screams hit her ears and she was picked up, thrown over Otis’s shoulder. He threw her into one of the empty rooms that only held a bed and a dresser. He pushed her onto the bed and held his knife to her throat.

“You move out of this room. You die. You scream or make a noise. You die. You do anything that’s not staying in this room and shutting your fucking mouth. You. Die.” He pulled her by her hair to lock eyes with her. His eyes were even more blood thirsty than usual. “Understand me, Princess?”

Her lip quivered, what was happening? She had never seen guest end like this. Yes they killed and took their cars and money but this felt different. He pulled her hair harder and pushed the knife deeper into her throat waiting her response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Stay here and be quiet.” Her wide eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall from the pressure on her head from her pulled hair. He nodded and let her hair go, running his fingers through it for a moment.

“Good girl. If I haven’t come to get you by morning you can come find me okay?” She nodded again quickly. He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss. “I love you Princess.”

He said it again! Twice in one day! She happily kissed him back and smiled wide at him, “I love you, too.” He brushed her hair out once more before leaving the room making sure the door locked behind them.

She didn’t even realized she had fallen asleep until she woke with a jump. Had it really been that long? After Otis had left she paced the room before she decide to explore the dresser a bit. In the top drawer was an old worn copy of some book she’d never heard of but from the picture on the cover it looked to be some cliché romance. She sat on the bed resting her back against the wall and started reading, having nothing better to do. She must have fallen asleep mid-read. She looked out the window. Sunshine. It was morning and Otis hadn’t come back for her. What if something happened? Was he hurt? Did those guest hurt him or Baby or Mama? She was even worried for Hugo. She leapt to her feet and bounded towards the door. Just as she was about to fiddle with the lock she heard the click of a key and the turn of the doorknob. She jumped back so the door wouldn’t hit her when it swung open.

On the other side of the door stood her Otis. Her sweet, loving, blood covered, Otis.

“Sorry I’m late Princess had to clean up someone else’s mess. But I got a surprise for you.” He smirked and took her hand. He led her back to the room they shared and covered her eyes to keep her surprise from her. Was this a real surprise? Like a present? “It ain’t much but we gotta start ya off with something easy, okay?” He removed his hands from her eyes and she blinked at the sudden light from the darkness. Once her eyes adjusted she saw the surprise. Tied to chairs and knocked out sat two of the guest. The man in glasses that Baby had sang to and the women she assumed was his girlfriend or wife.

Otis pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I have an idea for these two fuck ups and I need my pretty little Princess to help me. Gonna teach ya to be a real artist not just my muse.” He handed her one of his knives and took one in his own hand. “You get the girl shes more your size. Don’t fuck it up Princess.” He moved over to the man and bent down by his ankles, “All it takes is a clean up to the ankles.” He swiftly sliced the knife threw the mans skin causing him to pop his eyes open with a scream. His screaming then woke the woman. “Your turn Princess.”

She twisted the handle in her hands and looked at him nervously. “Come on Princess, it ain’t hard.” Somehow she only heard his voice. She knew the people were screaming and crying but she was focused on him. Tired of waiting he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor and held her smaller hand in his. “Like this.” With a flick their wrist the knife cut one of the woman’s ankles. “You do the next one.”

She took a breath and moved closer to the other unharmed ankle. Her eyes flickered to his for a moment before exhaling and cutting through the skin. She hit a vein just right and blood splattered on her face and chest. She stood up as Otis whistled at her.

“Damn didn’t think you could get any prettier but I was wrong. This is how you’re meant to look Princess.” He pulled her close and licked some of the blood off her face. “Let’s give the happy couple some alone time. Should be done by the time we come back.” He smirked and jammed his knife into the woman’s thigh. He looked at her than to the man and back to her. She got the message. She walked to the man and stood above him.

“Wait, wait, wait! I know you. You’re that girl who went missing last year. The millionaire’s stepdaughter. Just let us go and we can take you home to your family and away from these psychos.”

Otis growled and almost pounced on the man but she raised her hand to stop him. “This is my home. This is my family. This is all I need. You don’t fucking know me. You know my face and you know my name but you don’t know me. Only my family knows me. Only Otis knows me.” She screamed in his face so close it fogged his glasses before stabbing him the thigh twisting the blade a few times for extra hurt.

The man and the woman continued screaming and begging for their lives as Otis took her away. He took her to the bathroom and ran the shower. Peeling off her blood soaked clothes slowly before removing his own. He pulled her under the water and watched as it mixed with the blood on her face and ran down the drain. Wordlessly he titled her head back and let the water run through her hair.

All of this was so new. Never had they done this before. And if they had she was sure it would have just been about sex. But he was being gentle and soothing. She could his erection plan as day but decided if he wasn’t making this about sex she shouldn’t either. She hummed as he brushed through her wet hair getting all the blood out. Normally he would be smearing all over her. She always let him do it. She always let him do whatever made him happy. But as soon as he was done with her she would run to the shower as fast as she could to clean herself. But now he was cleaning it off her. Gentle rubbing his hands down her body in a non-sexual way. Once he was satisfied with how clean she was he moved their places and let the water trail over himself. All of this done in silence. Only the water running and their breathing could be heard. Finally he cut he water and stepped out leaving her standing in the shower.

“Feel better Princess?” He asked wrapping her in a towel that was honestly probably dirtier than them when they entered the shower.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiled at him wide eyed.

“Have another surprise for you while we wait for those fucks to finish up.” He walked her back to their room, “Get your clothes on. Whatever you want.” He said as he went to inspect the people in to the corner who’s yelling had turned to whimpers.

She dug through her clothes finally able to pick her own outfit. She quickly put on a soft lavender purple matching bra and panties then looked over to him.

“All your clothes. We’re going back down stairs.” Oh she really got to pick her own outfit. This never happened. She went back to drawers and dug again finding her blue jean shorts and a black shirt. She slipped them on and looked to him again. “That’s better Princess. Now down the stairs.” He gestured to the door and followed her down the staircase. “This way.” He pulled her outside and towards one of the sheds where they kept the extra clothes and other items from guest who never left.

He opened the door and pushed her inside. He lit a match and fired up a lamp hanging from the ceiling. She stood still as he rooted around looking for something. She thought about asking him if she could help him find whatever it was he was looking for but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak he turned to her box in hand. “Come here pretty girl.” He called her closer and held out the box to her. “A pretty princess needs a pretty jewel. Take whichever one you want.”

She looked inside the box and gasped. Inside were tens if not hundreds of shining rings. Some silver, some gold, some with diamonds, others with colored gems, and some that were just metal. She dug around looking for any she might like and took a few in hand. She went to try and size it to her right hand finger but he stopped her.

“Other hand Princess.”

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, “But that hands for a wedding band.”

“Just do it don’t fucking argue with me.” Hell for once in his damn life he was trying to be genuine and she had to run her mouth.

She nodded and moved to her other hand. She tried a few too small. A few too big. And a few she just didn’t like how they sat on her finger. Otis was starting to get impatient with her once again, always taking forever. He looked around in the box and found he liked and grabbed her hand sliding the band over her finger. She looked at her hand then to him and back at her hand again. The gem was a deep ruby red similar to his ever beloved blood and the band was the same silver as his knives. It was perfect. Just like her Otis was perfect.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered as if it would break if spoke too loud. “But why?”

“What can’t do a fucking nice thing for you?”

“No. No. Thank you. I just don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times. You are mine forever.” Why couldn’t she get that through her thick skull?

She fiddled with the ring on her finger, “I know. And I’m happy to be yours forever. But, but this feels like you wanna marry me or something. And I…”

“Well we ain’t having no big ole party and it ain’t gonna be legal. But married and forever are the same things,” he interrupted her.

She took a deep breath, she imagined he wouldn’t like what she was about to say and needed to muster up all her courage. “I know I get that. But married also means one and only forever. You are my one and only but am I yours? Married means no other girls.”

Otis put the box holding the rings down and grabbed her face in both hands making her look up at him.

“Princess, ain’t had anyone in my bed except you since I brought you in it. Knew you was something special. A man’s gotta settle down sometime. Get him a sexy little housewife. Hell maybe even knock you up have little brats running around. Mama and Baby would love that.” Sincere. He was being sincere and true and kind and all the things she didn’t even think Otis Driftwood knew what the definitions were.

Tears flowed down her cheeks flooding over his hands. “Really? You want a family? With me?”

“Fuck yeah I do Princess. Any woman that can slice an ankle that clean and not flinch when the blood hits her face is a woman I wanna keep.” He kissed her and rested his forehead against her, “Don’t mean I’m gonna be nicer. I will still cut your throat if you leave or do anything stupid. Still gonna pull you by your hair. And fuck you how I like whenever I like.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her to slide before sinking his teeth into her neck. There was the Otis she knew and, in a sick twisted way, loved. He pulled back and grinned at her with her blood running down his chin.

“Let’s go back and finish our art piece.” He led her back up the stairs and found their models ready to pose.

After working on the art piece for hours she was again covered in blood and guts and pieces of someone else’s flesh were stuck to her. Otis gave the piece a once over and turned to her, equally as messy as she was.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect. Besides you Princess.” He smirked at her and winked.

She didn’t know what game this was but she hoped they played it forever. All the sweet words he had been whispering in her ear, as he guided her hands showing her how to work on the art piece and use his many tools, were sounding more and more like a dream come true. He wanted to marry her, well he had ‘married’ her, and wanted a family with her. That was something she always dreamed of- being a mother and having a family. Even if her family was messed up and sick in the head. She was excited about the future.

“Let’s get you clean up and off to bed, Princess.” He kissed her forehead and took her to the shower to clean again. She truly felt like she was in a dream. Once they were clean he took her to bed and let her curl up on him like he did the day before.

“We‘ll take them to Spaulding tomorrow. I’ll bring you with me.” He promised her.

“Thank you. For everything you have done for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole life.” She looked up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Me either, Princess. Me either.” He held her face and kissed her forehead. “Now sleep and don’t fucking wake up until the sun is shining.”

#otis driftwood fanfic #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses fanfic #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher fanfic

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im-his-druidess · 5 months

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Hi there! I love your blog!

Do you have any hcs about the slashers (particularly Otis) finding out their victim is ticklish as they're kidnapping/struggling with them?

Or maybe willing to write a one-shot about it?

Thank youuuu <333

This is very relatable because I'm super ticklish everywhere 😭

Otis would use this against you mercilessly. He would use your ticklish nature to get you to do whatever he wants or even to just "punish" you. Or even if he just wants to mess around because he's bored.

He would make fun of you often, belittle you and call you condensing names, just to turn around and tickle you while laughing hysterically at your reactions.

He's a menace and you'll never trust his touch to be simple or fleeting.

#Otis Driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #house of 1000 corpses headcanons #the devil's rejects headcanons #otis driftwood headcanons #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slashers #slasher fandom #horror films #Bill Moseley #the cryptid answers

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

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