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intimacyequalsdeath · 4 months

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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 12 Christmas Eve (Otis Driftwood)

Here we are! The final day of Ficmas 2023!. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy holidays or if you don't celebrate anything have an amazing next couple days <3

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns used for reader.

The firefly house was abuzz with the energy and festivities from the impending holiday. The fireflies loved Halloween sure, but since her babies were kids Mama firefly had also wanted to ensure that no matter what her babies had the most "normal" Christmas they could manage.

Even a family of psychopathic murderers deserved to have magical moments during the holidays, she had once said when Spaulding had bitched about going and getting a tree.

You were in the kitchen helping mama make some of the Christmas dinner dishes early so the workload for tomorrow would be a lot less. Mama adored you from the moment Otis had found you and brought you home. You were easily enveloped into the family dynamic were just as much one of her babies as everyone else was.

"Sweetie can you go get Otis to go get me more firewood? We're supposed to get a freeze tonight and I wanna be sure we have enough in case the pipes go"

"Yeah mama"

You replied with a smile before wiping off your hands and heading upstairs to the room you shared with Otis. Hoping to just find him there and that he wasn't already out.

"Otis? you in there?"

You called coming to a halt outside the door. Even though it was your bedroom too, you had learned very quickly to always let Otis know you were coming in. You had made the mistake of not letting him know just once, and he ended up nearly taking your head off.

"Yeah"

You heard him grumble from the other side of the door. Otis never had liked Christmas, no matter how hard Mama tried to keep everyone included in the Christmas spirit. It was always too cheery for him.

You opened the door to the bedroom and poked your head in. You noticed him sitting on the side of the shared bed and fiddling with some sort of wood that was for a future project.

"Mama wants you to go and get some more firewood. There's gonna be a freeze tonight and she wants to make sure we have backup in case any of the pipes bust"

Otis sighed and looked up at you from what he was working on.

"I mean hey out of all the Christmas stuff, going to get firewood is like the least Christmas thing you could do. Would you rather help baby finish decorating?"

His eyes widened and then he rolled them at you.

"Very funny, C'mon"

He said motioning for you to follow him as he got up. You followed him down the stairs and out of the house. If he had to collect firewood you were going to at least help him do so.

"Ya know it would make Mama real happy if you at least, tried to act happy during the holidays"

"Yeah and it would make me happy to get left the fuck alone. But that's not gonna happen is it?"

He simply said with not a hint of attitude in his voice. You gave him a small smile as the two of you approached the wood pile.

"Well it's just she tries so hard to make this a happy time for everyone, it wouldn't hurt you to at least try"

"Christmas just isn't my thing. Never has been, never will be. It's too goddamn happy and bright"

"Not everyday can be Halloween Otis. People gotta be "Happy and bright" sometime during the year"

"Sugar, Halloween makes me perfectly merry and bright"

You gave him a smile as he placed a few pieces on firewood into your arms. Once your arms were full he picked up an armful himself before the two of you began heading back to the house.

"Yeah and Halloween is why we still have that human spine in our fucking bedroom "

Otis laughed at this.

"I didn't have anywhere else to put it sugar"

"Yeah well you didn't have to hang it over our bed as if its tinsel"

"You said you wanted me to decorate our bedroom and make it more "festive" that's exactly what I did"

You rolled your eyes at him.

"You know that's not the type of decorating I meant Otis"

"Well when your with Otis Driftwood, It's the type of decorating you get"

He shot you a big smile as he opened the back door for the two of you to make your way back inside.

"Here's the firewood Mama"

You said rounding the corner to the living room to set it down by the fireplace. The tree Baby decorated was standing tall in the corner of the room adorned with all sorts of mismatch ornaments and garland. Once you set the firewood into the holder by the fireplace you turned to fully take in the tree.

"It looks like Baby just took all the junk out of her room and slapped it on there"

Otis said from behind you, you laughed at his comment.

"Be nice Otis, Baby was up nearly all night decorating this tree"

"That was nice, i could've said it looked like shit"

You smiled and scanned the tree until your eye caught one ornament in particular. The ornament in question was a little picture frame that you could slide a small photo into and hang it on the tree.

The photo that Mama had carefully slid into the small frame ornament was a photo of you and Otis. It was taken a few months after you had been fully accepted as a member of the family by Baby in the kitchen.

Baby had always told you how you somehow managed to melt her brother's cold dead heart and make him actually care about something besides himself but you never fully knew what she meant until she snapped the picture and showed it to you.

There you were, in the middle of Mama's kitchen, making dinner for the family. Otis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you stood at the stove as he thought the two of you were the only two around to see it, not knowing Baby was there with the camera.

Most people would argue that a simple cuddle from behind didn't show anything to do with a person changing. But the fireflies would all know that Otis showing any kind of affection at all wasn't something to just scoff at. Otis showing any emotion other then just plain mean to anyone was almost miraculous. When you had announced you and the white haired killer were "going steady" as Mama put it, you could've sworn half the family almost fell out at the prospect that Otis Driftwood had managed to find himself a partner.

"Why do they still have that fuckin picture?"

Otis said from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts while you still gazed at the photo.

"I think it's adorable. It's my favorite picture of us to be honest"

You told him truthfully. You adored the photo and were so happy Mama did too, enough to put it in a little ornament for Christmas.

You heard Otis huff behind you, before one of his lanky arms wrapped itself around your shoulders. You allowed him to bring you into his side as you wrapped your arms around his torso as the two of you stood there in front of the tree.

"I really gave you hell the first few months I was here didn't I?"

Otis snorted

"Yeah you and Baby were one in the same, no wonder the two of you were friends before she even brought you here"

A few beats of silence fell between the two of you before you spoke again.

"Merry Christmas Otis. I love you"

"I love you too...Merry Christmas"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #otis driftwood #otis driftwood oneshot #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #3 from hell #12 days of ficmas #ficmas #ficmas23 #ficmas 2023

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slashv1xen · 1 month

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Hiii! I have an idea in my mind, but you don't have to write about it!!!

Maybe Otis brings home a person he liked (not a victim, they met somewhere else) and waiting for them to realise about his deeds and THEN he can kill them because of their reaction. But the person is like "Oh, cool" and continues talking to Firefly family carelessly. What would be his reaction?

ooh this one got me thinking 💭

i reckon otis would be stunned, and have a blank expression on his face as he thinks why this person isn’t scared senseless. ‘what? how they ain’t scared?’

but if otis is interested in u he would probably have a smirk on his face and probably keep u around (ur also now baby’s best friend, good job!), but if not he’ll most likely kill u out of spite.

the two of u probably met in either a bar (this man is a heavy drinker), captain spaulding’s gas station or at red hot pussy liquor (he’s incredibly sleazy what can i say).

one shot 💗

“okay, enough!” you announced as you put the shot glass down, gasping from the taste of the strong vodka. the man beside you, who introduced himself as otis just laughed and took a swig straight from the bottle (much to the bartenders protests).

“what’s wrong honey, i thought you could handle this, hm?” he teased, chuckling at your annoyed expression. “not more than 8 fuckin’ shots!” you snap, in disbelief as he looked at you, amused.

“how about you come home with me, i ain’t so drunk i can’t give you a ride liar and my mama can fix ya somethin’ real nice. least i can do, especially after you paying.” you rolled your eyes at his offer, but a small smile on your face was present.

“fine, you’re right. least you can do after giving me damn alcohol poisoning,” you say, to which otis laughs and says that you’re being dramatic.

after 20 minutes otis pulls up into what looked like an abandoned farm house. if you didn’t know you’d think the house was derelict. the door happened to be unlocked, to which otis let out a grumble and pushed it open, the two of you stepping inside.

the house was a mess, to say the least. you stepped over the empty glass bottle and year-old newspapers and sat on the couch, smoothing over your pants. otis said that he’ll be back in a second, and for you to just “hang tight cutie pie”, smiling as you laughed.

after what seemed like a few minutes two women came down the stairs. a younger one, about your age, and an older one who looked about 55. they both sat down next to you and introduced themselves as “mama firefly but just call me mama” and “baby”.

you were chatting with baby about movies while mama was making you a “special meal”, when otis pulled you aside, a devilish grin on his face.

“well, i figured now would be a good time to tell you…” he started, purposely being slow to create tension (to be an asshole)

“yeah? what did you need?” you reply, looking back at baby who waved to you, and you waved back. otis sighed, that grin still present.

“i tell this to everyone that comes here, and well, none of ‘em have made it out…” you were confused, why was this man talking in riddles? “i’m gonna kill you.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“shit, really?” you ask, no emotion in your voice. he nods, waiting for your reaction. “okay, just make it quick then.” you shrugged and walked back to the couch with baby, chatting again as if nothing happened.

otis however, was dumbfounded. he just said he would kill you, and you didn’t care? how? he was so confused, he can’t even think straight. hell, he can’t even think at all. the smirk slowly returned to his face as he thought of his next move.

‘maybe we could have a future together…’

hi hi, this was so much fun to write! in my eyes, this is so in character and i can totally imagine something like this happening in one of the movies. please never shy away from requests, i’m happy to do anything (that is SFW ofc). have a good day and i hope you enjoyed!

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #ho1c #house of 1000 corpses #the devils rejects #devils rejects #slasher #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slasher x reader #rob zombie #fanfiction #oneshot #headcannons #requested

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myers-meadow · 1 year

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1600 words in for my new Otis multi chapter fic!!

I don't know yet how long I'd like the chapters to be, but as far as beginnings go, this is a great one! Got a lot of it planned out already too.

#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #working on this does mean that a lot of shorter stuff/oneshots are not being worked on #but i hope to go in depth into a lot of stuff with him in a v twisted way and im really looking forward to writing it all #(and then rereading it later bc i actually enjoy my own stories akdfjkdf)#its with an OC though - so most likely no one is going to care or read it #just like with the other otis multi chapter but thats ok. i like it and thats enough :))

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weird-brain666 · 4 months

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Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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michaelmyersmybeloved · 1 year

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My requests are now OPEN !!

Please request what you want to see with the slashers <33

characters I will write for:

Michael myers (og, rz, peepaw)

Chucky (the doll)

Tiffany valentine (human with her kid)

The Sawyers (bubba, chop top, nubbins, and drayton)

The sinclairs (bo, Lester, and Vincent)

The hewitts (charlie/hoyt, Thomas, luda mae, monty, and Harriet)

Freddy krueger

Yautja (predator)

Jesse Cromeans (chromeskull)

Asa Emory (the collector)

Brahms Heelshire

Billy loomis

Stu macher

(I can do poly stuilly)

Jason voorhees

Otis driftwood

Baby firefly

Some of the male dbd slashers, and some of the female ones (tbh request any of them and I'll probably write it unless I specify no to a specific request)

billy Lenz

And more if I can think of them.

If you want me to watch a movie so I can write for another slasher, please let me know. Please include whether or not I am able to watch it on Netflix, or tubi! I'll get to it as soon as possible.

Things I will NOT write:

Pedophilia, incest, rape, scat play, and other outright wrong things.

Things I WILL write:

Fluff, smut, cnc, gender neutral, female, and male reader, angst, limes, nsfw alphabets, headcanons, oneshots, drabbles, possibly a fic or two for my favourite characters, and most kinks.

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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Could you write something about Otis Driftwood? There's no content to do w him and I'm simping so hard.

Your writings so good!!:)

Ofc ml! Xx

Sorry if this is wayyyyy ooc,I've like only watched 3 from hell😭 I need to get round to watching house of a 1000 corpses and devil's rejects. But I wanted to give you something! So sorry for the late reply I was watching every YouTube compilation of this man.

This is gonna have to be a headcanon board for him because I don't know this man well enough to give you a whole oneshot.

Gn reader but does refer to female body parts and names

I feel like he'll be a very touchy person and always touches you inappropriately even if there's people around but if you do it back to him he'll cringe and tell you to keep your hands to yourself (secretly he lovessss it)

Man doesn't know a simple peck on the lips. It's always sloppy with him even if your lips like barely touch!

Pets names he'll give you: momma,darling, babe,doll. He'd enjoy pet names given to him too, he likes the lil cute ones you give him. Males hims feel real special

He doesn't like to admit it but he thoroughly enjoys it when you brush his hair and put it up for him he finds it cute when you have your tongue sticking out concentrating on doing his plaits.

Nsfw headcanons

This man is an ANIMAL, and you know it. I mean if he notices a lot of discomfort coming from you he'll stop an ask and then whatever made you uncomfortable he'd do his best to avoid.

I'm sorry but otis definitely has a lactation kink😭 free the nipple! Literally because he will paw at your bra until you let him. He's pretty skilled with his mouth, even if you weren't really a sensitive person you are now.

In bed he calls you degrading petnames and really fucked up ones. For example, cum dumpster, slut, whore. Yeah you get it. But I mean he doesn't mind it when you start having a go at degrading him. But there is a barrier even for you, like if you don't like names I've listed he won't call you them again as long as you do the same with him.

Eh. Aftercare? He'd just think you'd get up and start cleaning yourself and he'll lay there watching your every sore movement but if you're to tired and achey he'll grab a rag and dry you. That's the least he could do....right?

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Yeah sorry for this shit show. I didnt want to write much bc I didn't want it to be too ooc and I didn't wanna disappoint you. But if you did actually like it, thank you! And check out my other shit. (Legit only 3 other ones ) I don't write much atm but I will dw xx

#otis driftwood #slasher x reader #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood x you #house of 1000 corpses #devils rejects #3 from hell #baby firefly #captain spaulding #mother firefly #tiny #winslow foxworth #rob zombie

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Hey! I was woundering if you could do a headcannon/oneshot, which you want, about otis driftwood with an S/O who dresses really Alt, has chains and accessories and such.

AND, just wait, they're smaller than him, and they have a huge size kink for it

I'm so sorry that this is so specific, you can only do bits and pieces of this if you want

hello! for now ill do hcs, but if you like this feel free to ask for more :) i love otis sm it's unbelievable & this is cute!! also otis is around 6'' ft, im about 5'7/8 so im more then happy to indulge in the size kink one, i think its great!!

they are separated from sfw to nsfw just for reference🙌

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Otis Driftwood x Gn Reader Hcs!

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Mentions of Murder

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Headcanons

this dude is all about nonconformity, so when he sees how you dress, ( esp the chains ) hes going to love it

of course he may tease you but hes seriously intrigued, admires your way of art

"You got some spunk to ya honey, dont you?"

he will pull on the chains whenever he feels like it; youre laying in bed with him? he'll pull you closer to him, he needs your attention? hand is already on the chain, itching to give it a yank

hes going to compare his clothes to yours, talking about the 'lack of color' you have to your type

if he does find something he likes, maybe a sweatshirt for a cold night, hes going to take it, your clothes are practically shared a lot

his art pieces will entail you in some shape or form, whether it be a cold rainy night or a wooded forest, he likes the abstract ideas of you

he can tell when youre around from a mile away, he loves how all your accessories make noise because he wants to keep track of you

you are going to have baby in your room so much, she loves the fact that somebody in her family finally has a style, she will dress you and otis up together because she thinks you two are adorable

otis will suck it up as long as youre happy, maybe a few light complaints here and there ( for the moment, after the moment hes gonna curse and mutter under his breath )

"Eh, what the fuck is that and where are ya puttin it?"

he admires you like youre his prize, so if any victims are over ( and youre up to it ), you are the assistant for him, guiding the victims inside & sticking by otis, they are sure to know that youre with him if he has any say to it

hes gonna take your rings, it is inevitable, and he will not tel you unless you notice

"Where ya headed, a funeral?"

since you live with the fireflies its technically a yes, death sticks like mud everywhere

the fireflies do love you, nobody has anything bad to say besides grandpa, but otis will talk sense into him

"The fuck are those clothes? You look like dea-"

"Shut your trap old man."

otis would defend you from anybody

god he just adores you and your style, he thinks youre the shit

Size Kink/Nsfw Headcanons

where do i start omg

he loves the size differences, and he will fully take advantage of it, being able to haul you around of control you is his thing, he loves seeing you dominated by him!

the fact that he can move you into any position he wants makes him hard before anything happens

look, if you wear anything thats tight to your neck, whether it be necklaces, collars, anything, he goes crazy for it, he may make you something to wear around your neck that's from him because he likes the intimacy included with it, he really loves being able to take control of you with a single finger

hes going to use the chains as a collar, pulling you into him closer while he fucks you

chains, necklaces, anything will stay on during sex, he loves it and loves seeing you panting for him

definitely likes how he can hold you down with one hand and have an extra freehand to roam around your body, theres always a bit of power play mixed in with your sizekink when you two do it

he may tie you down, seeing your squirming body at the hands of his obviously stronger & larger self makes him hungrier for you

loves to leave marks on you with a hand around your neck

seeing you choke on his dick, or comparing the size of it to your face is another turn on,,

WILL pull you onto his lap at any moment because he can; does not matter where you are, its the fact that with one arm he pulls your body into his in a possessive manner

he will get a hard on when he does this, and he will tease you with it

likes to hold your body close to him with both hands on your waist, he will take control of you if youre riding him by lifting you up and moving you on him faster

adores the heigh difference, he thinks its cute how small you are compared to his 6'' ass and hes going to pull and push you around during intimacy

no matter what he loves looking down on you sucking his dick, and if its possible have you standing just to emphasize the dynamics here

love bites and hickeys in obvious & noticeable places

THIGH RIDING

him making you ride his thigh as a punishment to see your gorgeous face whining for him

is very open to trying whatever kinks you have in mind, he has not an ounce of shame

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if youd like me to write the one shot, or have otis/slasher requests id be happy to write for them :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood x you #slasher x you #slasher #slasher x reader #x slasher #otis is so fine #the loml #bark bark #hes my bf fr

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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Hello hello! I just read the second part of your 'stealing his heart' fic with Otis and wow -- your characterization is just beautiful. It's so?? I don't want to just say good but that's what it is. More than that. Idk, I've found personally that it's pretty hard to write fluffy stuff with Otis because he's, y'know -- like that -- but you pulled it off super well!

Anyways! I saw your requests where open so I thought I'd send in an ask :)

Could I get something (headcanons or oneshot, whatever you'd prefer) about Cuddling/sleeping in the same bed as Otis. Preferably he and the reader aren't together yet, and it's some sort of mutual crush type of situation, but it doesn't matter too much. Also I'd rather you stay away from any NSFW for this one, even if it may be out of character (if that's alright). Feel free to change whatever you'd like, and thank you in advance 💚

Sharing a Bed with Otis Driftwood (fluff, future S/O):

Sometimes it felt like you stayed at the Firefly Household more than your own home, they had really taken you in as one of the family. You adored the family and they loved to have you around, you had known them for years. You and Otis had just hit it off, quickly becoming friends, now the two of you were practically inseparable.

The two of you had just gotten back to the house in the early hours of the morning, coming back from a night of chaos. Otis shut the front door behind you both, the two of you wandering through to the living room, only to find Mama and Baby watching some black and white flick on the television.

As soon as the two of you walked into the room, the two women shushed you, turning their attention back to the screen.

"C'mon, y'can crash in my room" Otis offered casually, patting your arm before heading for the stairs. You followed him without hesitation.

Normally when you stayed the night at the house (which was most nights), you would sleep on the couch but it wouldn't be the first time that you shared a bed with either Baby or Otis. It never really bothered you.

You closed the door to Otis' bedroom behind you as he kicked off his shoes. As you sat on the desk chair to remove your shoes, Otis threw himself down onto his bed, making himself comfortable. You just chuckled, shaking your head at him, as you shucked off your jacket.

"You better not snore all night" you jokingly complained before standing and approaching the bed.

"You better keep to your damn side" Otis retorted.

"What side? You're takin' up the whole bed" you pointed out. "Move your ass" you demanded, climbing onto the bed.

"Bossy, ain't ya?" Otis huffed but shuffled over, giving you enough room to lay beside him.

"More like tired" you muttered, making yourself comfortable and pulling the blanket over your body. "Night, Otis" you reach over, turning the lamp off, before laying on your side facing away from Otis.

Otis shifted behind you, getting himself comfortable again as he pulled the blanket over himself.

"You need to get a bigger bed" you mumbled, not even opening your eyes, as he settled behind you.

"If y'don't like it, y'can always sleep on the floor" he scoffed. "Or, y'know, stay in y'own damn house" he suggested, making you chuckle a little.

"Nah, you'd miss me too much" you insisted, a small smile on your face.

"Whatever helps ya sleep at night" you knew that Otis could sleep in the most uncomfortable positions, and yet he was fluffing up his pillow and fidgeting.

"Well, your chattin' isn't helping me sleep" you huffed, finally glancing over your shoulder at him.

"Shut up" Otis rolled his eyes, finally stilling and laying his head down.

"You shut up" you murmured, turning away from him again and snuggling into the bedding.

"Go to sleep" neither of you commented on it when Otis' arm slipped around your waist and his chest touched your back.

"I'm trying!" you jerked your arm back, playfully elbowing him in the ribs, making the two of you chuckle. "G'night, Otis" you sighed as the laughing died down, shifting and making yourself comfortable in his embrace.

"Night" he muttered, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.

The two of you slept until noon after adjusting yourselves to avoid the light seeping in through the old curtains. Otis laying back with one arm draped over his eyes and the other wrapped around your shoulders as you lay against his chest, burying your face in his shirt.

Otis soon began to stir, waking up, but you weren't too pleased with him disturbing you. "Stop moving" you complained, voice thick with sleep, weakly slapping his chest before trying to fall back to sleep.

"Damn, we cuddle once and y'already naggin' me" Otis huffed, his chest vibrating with a deep chuckle.

"You're fault for keeping me up with your snoring" you accused, though if had snored you had slept right through it.

"You'll be thinkin' we're married next" Otis teased, pushing you off of him before sitting up.

"I want a divorce" you muttered, burying your face in the pillow.

"With pleasure, Sweetheart" Otis chuckled, pulling on his shoes before heading towards the bedroom door, "I'll get ya the papers."

"Otis!" you stopped him just before he could leave the room, causing him to looked back at you. "...wanna get me some of Mama's leftovers with those papers?" you asked with a cheeky smile, knowing he'd bring you some and some for himself.

"Fuck off" he scoffed before leaving the bedroom, leaving you laughing to yourself.

You knew it would only be a matter of time before Otis returned with two portions of Mama's leftovers, and the two of you would eat together while listening to the radio.

#otis driftwood x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

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slasherfanb0y · 2 years

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Welcome to my Blog!

I hope you enjoy your stay and please look at my rules and who I write for before sending an ask. Also if you want to be apart of my tag list please ask me in asks or reblogs.

About Me

Nice to meet all of my followers! I'm Hunter and I go by he/him pronouns. I have been a horror fan since I was 15, my first horror movie was House Of Wax. My fav slashers are Jason and Vincent.

I always welcome you guys recommending slasher movies to me especially since I haven't watched that many in a long time. I also am love people recommending me Creepypasta's to read so I can write those characters. I'm also studying psycology in college. The links to my rules and stuff are below.

Characters I Write For:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Billy Lenz

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Tiffany Valentine

Jason The Toymaker

Jeff The Killer

Slenderman

Eyeless Jack

Ticci Toby

Jane The Killer

Clockwork

What I write:

Headcanons

SFW

NSFW

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Matchups

Oneshots/Shorts (I am not good at these but I'll try my best)

What I Will Not Write For:

Sexual Age Regression

Ped*philia, LGBTQ+phobia, sexism, etc

Mental disorders that aren't listed above

Kinks that involve bodily fluids (Scat, piss, vomit, etc)

Fanfics

#slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher fandom #slasher smut #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 10 months

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Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

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Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

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intimacyequalsdeath · 2 years

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10 Million Fireflies #3 (Otis Driftwood x Reader)

Once again back by not only popular demand but after months of not being updated thanks to my procrastination ass self! lmao, Hope you babes enjoy!

Trigger Warning: Possible Stockholm Syndrome

A few months had passed since staying with the "Firefly" family, I still have my plan in place to get these people to trust me so I have a chance to escape but I couldn't help but feel something weird happening to me. Me and Otis had been spending more and more time together in the weeks following my capture, at first Otis was cold and most of the time would insult me if I didn't do what he wanted when he wanted. But around about what I could only guess was the second month something seemingly changed.

Me and Otis were in his room and he was trying to teach me how to use his knives for self defense among other things when I slipped and cut myself. Otis jumped up and made his way to me immediately.

"Darlin' you gotta be careful, these fuckers are sharp" he said softly taking my hand in his.

I almost looked at him shocked as he had never spoken to me that softly before, He brought his hand up to my chin and brought my eyes to his with a look I had also never seen directed towards me before. Without even thinking I leaned into his touch as he brought his hand up to caress my face.

The moment was interrupted by Baby banging on the door to tell us dinner was ready and mama wanted us to wash up and get downstairs. I've thought about that moment since it happened, Had I actually enjoyed that? What was wrong with me? , I found myself wanting to be around Otis all the time, the way he touched me, the way he looked at me. I had never experienced a feeling like this before.

I know I have to find a way to escape but, Do I really have anything to go back to? A few family members and friends who could give a fuck less and a dead end job with no prospects ?. Maybe this could be a fresh start for me. Leave everything behind and start over where no one knows me and an actual family. No matter how incredibly fucked up they are, they're still a family, right?

I had to admit as the months have progressed Otis isn't the only one I was getting closer to. Me and Baby have slowly but surely become fast friends. Tiny, though he didn't say much if anything at all, had also become more comfortable around me as time progressed. Mama of course still refers to me as her daughter which has become a welcome name.

Maybe living here with the Fireflies wouldn't be as bad as I had originally thought it would be, Maybe just maybe I'll give it a chance.

#otis x reader #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #otis driftwood oneshot #the devils rejects #three from hell

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slashv1xen · 1 month

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Hi! I wonder, how will Otis comfort his crying s/o?

AH I MISSED YOUR REQUESTS TYY FOR THIS I LOVE WRITING HURT/COMFORT

otis is NOT good at comforting at all. however he’ll try (in his own way). otis would unintentionally be offensive, but just know it’s just the way his personality is and he doesn’t mean it (and if you guys are really close, he’ll apologise for it).

he would hesitate to say anything and give you affection, but he would let you rant for HOURS (he rants all the time too, so he understands).

following off that, he makes a much better listener than comforter (ex. words of aff. or physical touch). i also think that he wouldn’t judge you for the reason you were balling your eyes out (unless it’s something small in his eyes, like you getting an injury he deems as “small”)

one shot 💗

you were on the bathroom floor, sobbing. you were in a depressive mood and you were experiencing body image issues. you tried holding in your cries as good as you could, but that attempt was futile as soft knocking was heard on the door.

“baby? what’s wrong?” otis’s voice was very gentle, which was surprising as this man was far from it.

you sniffled, wiping your tears from your face, and mustered with all your strength a reply. “it’s nothing, i’m okay.” you obviously weren’t as your voice broke halfway through that sentence, and otis heard it clear as day.

“can i come in?” he didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the door open slightly, his face falling a little when he saw you with your knees to your chest and your eyes bloodshot red.

now embarrassed, you looked away, avoiding eye contact. it didn’t help that otis just kinda stood there, taking in this sight. this was the first time he’d seen you in such a vulnerable state (or anyone for that matter), so he wasn’t sure how to help and comfort you.

he sighed and approached you, sitting down on the dirty floor in front of you. he gently lifted your head and inspected your face, his expression turning slightly sad. “darlin’, what’s got you so down?”

you were quiet, and didn’t want to say what got you feeling like this. you were quite shy now, and you would rather have him just forget about this moment. “it’s nothing.”

otis chuckled, oddly amused. “nothin’? honey it ain’t nothing if you cryin’ a damn ocean. now tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.” his intense eyes stared into yours, and you suddenly felt nervous.

“i’ve just been so insecure of my body lately, that’s all.” you looked down as you admitted this, not wanting to see his reaction.

otis however, was dumbfounded. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person in the world, and you were crying because you didn’t feel that way?

he let out a short laugh out of surprise, and your head perked up. why was he laughing? “is that it?” otis started, looking slightly relieved but his eyes showed hints of annoyance. “oh, i thought it was something serious, like you hurt yourself bad.”

you didn’t appreciate this, he wasn’t taking your feelings serious. you felt your eyes water up again and otis must’ve seen this, because his face fell for the second time and his smile faded.

he cupped your face, and took a deep breath. it was obvious that whatever he was gonna say would take all his strength.

“i’m…shit…i’m sorry, alright? look, you don’t need to feel insecure okay? you’re so damn gorgeous, i was just shocked that you. didn’t feel like that. but listen, tell me as soon as you feel like this again, and i’ll make sure you will never even have a thought like that.” his voice was soft and kind.

you gave him a small smile and he began doing something very out of character for him. he peppered light kisses all over your face, and he traced all along you back. his touch soothed you, and both of you were now basking in the embrace of one another.

#devils rejects #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #3 from hell #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #headcannons #oneshot #otis is so fine #otis driftwood x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Otis B Driftwood x AFAB!Baby'sBestFriend!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Kissing Lessons.

Notes:

This is inspired by a side plot in Louise Rennison's Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging- set on fire.

So this is also a very different style then I usually write in- I felt it worked better for this story. I hope its alright ^^

This might get a second part.

Plot: You went to you best friends’ big brother to learn how to kiss, because he seems just the right kind of freak to actually agree to it- and he did! It worked! Problem is... now he cant stop kissing you.

You’ve made a big ass mess of your life with the help of Otis fucking Driftwood and its just going to get worse before it even possibly gets better.

Warnings: Smut (Semi-Public, Unprotected, Grimy, Nasty Otis Fucking. The smut part is also in red in case you wanted to avoid it), disloyalty, Otis being his gross self, writing that is as feral as this the Firefly family, etc.

In hind sight, having your best friends big brother teach you how to kiss was not one of your best plans. It would absolutely not be in the hall of fame. But you were desperate! You had finally found a guy that you liked, who was nice, and you wanted your first kiss with him to be good!- If he ever made a move… And seeing as you had never actually kissed anyone before… you figured that you needed some help, with that.

Otis was not the first name that came to mind when you had thought about who to ask for help. Honestly, first, you had thought of Baby herself. You two were very open with each other, having known each other your whole lives- you even get changed in the same room sometimes! And its no big deal! In fact you had full intentions to ask her help that fateful morning you turned up at the Firefly house.

… But- then Otis answered the door. Otis, who had always been just Baby’s asshole older brother since you could remember. Otis, who thought he understood the darkness of the human psyche and was not shy in saying so. Otis.

And it all clicked into place.

If anyone was going to make out with you and not consider it a gateway to romance, or sex, but as merely educational, it was Otis. He understood stuff like this- you were sure, he would be cool about it.

And he was, after you asked to talk with him alone and… awkwardly… explained your situation. He did make a joke or two about you just wantin’ to kiss him as he sat himself down on his bed, knees spread wide and leered in amusement at you, but agreed with a casual shrug. It wouldn’t be a big deal at all, its not like he didn’t tease you mercilessly already when you came over. Otis was just an asshole; That’s how he was.

So you had sat down next to him, unbelievably nervous as he stared at you - God, the way he stares, it feels like he’s staring directly into the darkest pits of your soul. And that’s an understatement, - motionlessly; Waiting for something. Waiting for you to make the first move, perhaps? I was he just messing with you? All you remember clearly is how hard your heart had been racing in the moment and how dark - and musty. Goddamn, does he never clean?? - his bedroom was (You had never been in there before. It was just the locked door at the end of the hall your whole life, no matter which house the family were staying in at the time).

Another moment passed before you, sick to death of this anxiety game he was cruelly playing, looked up at him from your lap and opened up your mouth to snap at him- and he’d kissed you. Just dipped down, smothered your shocked mouth with his and shoved his tongue in.

… You remember thinking oh god- no step one??, then choking. Luckily though that did not put Otis off (Another reason that he was the perfect choice, at the time), he didn’t even give you time to recoup; He just swallowed your cry and sucked you in closer- kissing you with such vigour you had to reach up and grasp his shoulders in order to steady your damn self.

It was such an awkward kiss! Honestly, it was humorous how horrible it was. It was the epitome of that lame girl in those gross teen books so desperate to be wanted that she lets her best friends brother slobber over her on his race car bed and would later regret it.

Except, well, you were both adults, there was no race car bed, and you weren’t about to give up so fucking easily.

You were going to learn how to kiss! And just because Otis was nasty about it didn’t mean he didn’t know base-level How To. He knew more than you did, at least, that was for sure.

So you forced yourself to rest your hands on his chest instead, relax against him (Stop fighting him with stiff lips and straight back), and let him lead - and oh boy did he lead, fuck. That man kisses rough, -, which was a struggle as a strategy but eventually rewarding. Every now and then the bastard would mumble in that husky voice of his to loosen the fuck up, or open your mouth more, or eventually- get up on here, as he tugged you towards his lap. You’d sighed, in frustration, and climbed on top of him, thighs around his slim waist. It didn’t feel sexy, at the time. Didn’t feel like crossing a line… just felt like Otis was being annoying and this was how to shut him up!

Thinking back, you admit… that may have been your first mistake.

That went on for about an hour… and the next day, you had a kissing rash all over the bottom half of your face. You refused to leave your home, so Baby came inevitably came by to see if you doin’ okay. You told her you were sick and it was contagious so she couldn’t come in, but she didn’t leave and you just felt guilty as hell, wincing in there all alone with your best friend standing outside talking to you; Ignorant of what was really going on.

Things just got worse from there.

Now no matter how you approached Otis from then on while visiting the house, whether you actually spoke to him or just waived - acting normal, like it was supposed to still be, -, things were… off. He would flash you a dirty smirk when Baby wasn’t looking, or grab your ass suddenly and you would have to act normal so no one else would realise, or say off things that caused Baby to think and you to inwardly panic. And what was even worse than any of that?

He. Kept. Kissing you. And its not like you could tell him to stop! That would just be too awkward, and… you didn’t have the strength to go through that with the asshole… yep…

It seemed that whenever you were alone in the Firefly-Spaulding-Driftwood residence, Otis would sniff you out and have you pressed against a wall or the couch cushions with his mouth on you - your lips, your neck… and even your ankle, once when he couldn’t get close to you and then back to his spot before Baby would be back! He just yanked your leg up from where he was sitting at the end of the couch, held it up long enough to make you panic, then quickly pecked and unceremoniously dropped it again, -, and it got so bad, you started getting so flustered by it, that you started holding your pee in while you were there. You were not going let that bastard catch you heading to the bathroom, if you could help it. This caused a few awkward arguments between Baby and you when she noticed you weren’t going to the toilet at all and tried to insist you go to the goddamn bathroom and you outright refused. Her mind was boggled but you were stubborn.

You also started acting weird in other ways, too, so much so that you really can’t blame Baby for looking at you weird every now and then- or outright mumbling freak around you.

See, Otis had started a war between the two of you, a messy one, and you weren’t going to let him win.

You would abruptly get up when Otis would enter the room and tell Baby you had to leave then, or that the two of you needed to relocate immediately.

During family dinner’s that you would attend, you would start acting - and feeling, - squirrely when Otis would just speak and as a result would pick the stupidest arguments with him that he would be far-too-happy to partake in with you.

The polite waives you would throw him your whole life turned into middle fingers.

And a whole amalgamation of other thins that just came together into making Baby think you were losing your freaken marbles.

But- But, the most horrible thing about the whole crazy situation with Otis??

It started affecting your relationship with Rodney… the guy you went to Otis for. The reason you needed to learn how to kiss. The most beautiful, kind, sexy man in the world.

Otis started acting totally unlike himself when he saw you and Rodney together, or heard you or Baby so much as mention Rodney. And the messing with you when no one’s looking thing? That especially applied to the times you were spending with Rodney. It started with having his hand firmly groping your inner thigh under the table as he ‘chatted’ with Rodney in that antisocial and threatening way that he does, and developed into tongue-fucking your throat behind walls. You truly believed Otis got off on making you feel like a shit- because one time you felt his hard-on through loose jeans during a particularly rough make-out session with Rodney in the very next room, your body literally pinned to the thin wall that Rodney was on the other side of; Innocent and ignorant of the horrible thing that you were doing to him. You had shoved Otis off with all your might when you realised his dick was hard because of this, and stormed back into the room your sweetheart was waiting for you in. And ignored the uncomfortable achy feeling in your pants.

It was for Rodney, anyway. Of course.

It seriously slowed down development between you and Rodney, on top of making you guilt ridden. You started feeling exceedingly awkward when Rodney would smile at you, talk to you, or god forbid- touch you. You figured you must have gotten so used to Otis’ rough hands, that when Rodney gave your hand a gentle squeeze or stroked your hair, it didn’t feel like enough.

Not nearly enough.

You also began feeling bored just talking with Rodney- when you used to feel stimulated, and cheerful talking to him. Or, at least, you thought you used to feel that way talking to him… Honestly, you couldn’t recall. What you did recall, though, was how alive talking to fucking Otis made you feel. When you two argued, it made your heart vibrate in your chest like a jackhammer, and when you agreed on something you just couldn’t help the bright way you smiled at him (… Speaking of Otis of all people, not Rodney.).

And worst of all? You began comparing your sweet, lovely, handsome Rodney to disgusting, argumentative Otis.

And Rodney… somehow, despite your every intention and every possible handicap… didn’t end up on the top of many pro columns???

“Ugh,” You groan, frustrated almost to the point f tears one night as you plop down violently onto the slashed up, stain covered couch the Fireflies owned at the moment; Hiding your face in your hands. This is ridiculous…

You’re fucking everything up. Your possible romantic interest… your friendship with Baby… and even the comfortably lacking relationship you used to have with Otis. You didn’t have much, he was just your best friends mean older brother, but it had been comfortable…

And now that was certainly out the window.

Its possible you could still save the other two things, though… You really should be honest. You should do it; March back up to Baby’s bedroom now and tell her everything- and she can help you figure things out with Otis and Rodney.

That is… unless she hates you… for fucking around with her brother…

“Oh god… “You moan in realisation, pressing your face deeper into the safety of your hands. This is so fucked u-

“What the hell are you doing, still here?”

Oh great, you think with a deadpanned expression in your palms. Because this couldn’t get any worse. Now, Otis is seeing you in distress.

Who knows what kind of ridicule he has lined up for you.

Sighing, you remove your face from your hands and slap them down on your knees, going to push yourself up to your feet and leave. “Nothing, I was just leaving. Unfortunately, it’s inevitable that I’ll see you around, so I’ll just- “You’re about to slip around the grotty, bloody coffee table and go home, when Otis grabs your wrist; Stopping you from going anywhere. “Would you let go??”

“Naw, don’t think so. Why don’t you siddown? Haven’t seen ya all day- you been avoiding me, eh?” Closing the space between you both, Otis wraps a long - surprisingly strong, - arm around your waist and tugs you flat against his front, causing you roll your eyes deeply- leaning away. You find you’re comfortable under his touch, and its unbelievably annoying. Soon you’re going to start yearning for it- and that’s going to be hard to come back from.

“Ohh, now why would I do that??” You ask, sarcasm bleeding off your tongue as you glare at his grimy grin.

“Fucken beats me.” His voice gets low, and threatening then. And you’re not scared of him- but it does show that he’s being serious. So instead of leaning away, you finally relax into his grip and his warm, lean chest. Dark eyes flicker all over your face, searching for something. What, you don’t know, but he doesn’t seem to find it if the stern frown on his face is any reliable indicator.

“Otis… I think we need to talk.” This is worth a shot, at least. You can explain how you feel to him, how he seems to have read more into this arrangement then you meant to put out there, and maybe he’ll just let it - and you, - go. Theirs also a possibility that he’ll get offended and insult you… but even that would be better than this nightmare situation. Right?

… Yeah.

Let’s do this.

Taking in a deep breath, your move your gaze from his pale neck to his grey face and part your lips to start-

But your gaze grazes his mouth, and you lose your train of thought for a whole damn moment. “Um- “

“What happened, kitten?” He tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you, and your logical brain really starts to struggle. What were you going to say?? Like, what were the exact words??? You need to spit them out right now- “Cat got your tongue??”

May-be!!

“Otis… “You start once again, though you aren’t quite sure what you’re going to say… especially as you start leaning in closer to his face. Your eyes half lid against your will, it seems, and you hands go from being held carefully away from him to trailing up his chest and over his broad, bony shoulders. He smirks, and its over.

Your lips are breath away, and within the span of a millisecond- they aren’t anymore. His hands disappear into the back pockets of your jeans as you mash your lips together; Tilting your head to the opposite way that he did, making more maximum access, kissing Otis slowly but deeply.

It happens without you even thinking about anything but Otis- Otis and his arms, and his tongue, and his hair, and his chest, and you don’t know, just him and his warm skin through a pair of blue jeans and a dirty wife beater- but soon you’re underneath him on the couch and you’re doing a few things you never thought you would be doing.

Wiggling out of your pants in your best friends living room.

Opening up your legs for someone other then Rodney- not to mention helping that Non-Rodney person (Who, side note, isn’t wearing any damn underwear) pull their dick out of their jeans.

And letting Otis fucking Driftwood shove his fat cock into your pussy.

“Fuck!” You gasp, pain ripping through you. Its your first time, you think to yourself as you press your forehead hard into Otis’ chest, what did you expect?

Well, that’s easy. You expected to be doing this with Rodney- so you expected something gentler.

But you do suppose that Otis doesn’t move at all until you do it yourself, despite forcing himself all the way in, with the first thrust. So, there’s that. You have to give him that.

Or maybe you just want to.

When you do move, though? Having gotten comfortable, more than comfortable as your pussy once again starts aching for him - around him, now, - actually, and roll your hips up against him. Then, theirs no stopping him.

You’re made into absolute, pulverised mush as Otis fucks your virgin cunt into the couch. Its exactly like you would have imagined it, exactly how he kisses. Rough, and chasing his own pleasure with a total disregard for common curtesy. He makes your pussy absolutely weep as he thrusts hard and fast in and out of you- and slams his mouth to rock against yours once again when you start making noises. Meanwhile you are absolutely helpless to do anything but try to kiss him back, to try keep him with him - just like the first time in his bedroom, - , and offer your hips up further to meet his cock and balls when they sweep down.

Because you can’t have that. Not now, not today, not here. This could turn into an absolute disaster if anyone were just stroll into the living room. God what if someone saw this? you suddenly worry, but through the haze of lust you really can’t pull your logical brain into action. You really can’t.

“Shhh-shhh, now, baby,” Otis suddenly hisses deeply into your ear, breath hot and damp and uncomfortable against your skin. His lips leave a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck while he’s there, between panting. Oh god, you whine- this man should not be able to make you feel this way. “Don’t wan’ anyone- “Puff. “- hearing this, doya? I know ya don’t… “Puff, puff.

“Shhh,” You hush him back, mostly if the lewd sounds of Otis ramming into your hole don’t alert anyone of funny business, then his utterly obnoxious need to speak, definitely will- but also because you have to fight back. Even in this condition- you need to snap back at him.

Even all-pathetic, like you are right now. With your legs spread as wide as they’ll go as to give him all-access.

“I wish- “Otis continues. “I wish- your little fuckweed could see this. Pretty little Y/N with yer slutty little ‘flower’- betcha that’s what he’d call it by the way- wrapped around ol’ Otis’ pecker, huh? Hah… How’d he react, doya think?” A strong hand with rough callouses reaches down to your groin and sloppily rubs your own fucking spunk all over the both of you. Your pussy begins absolutely squeezing him, milking his cock for everything its worth. “Ya think he’d faint?? Or- maybe- join in?”He lowers his voice even more, then as he leans even closer to your ear. “… Well, I wouldn’t let him.”

Then, abruptly, Otis lets go a hot loud into you and the sensation along with his words, has you coming as well against him- and he pays real attention to your face, as you do. Stares at you once again in that soul-sucking way that he’s perfected.

It makes you feel naked, and even more vulnerable than you already were.

He doesn’t leave your warmth until he’s totally softened, which is an odd but even more weirdly pleasant sensation… but then he yanks himself out, leaving you so suddenly empty you feel uncomfortable and drags your pants back up over your hips- leaving you, with the mess in your underwear. Of course, you roll your eyes, just laying there as the asshole slips to the end of the couch. Honestly, your legs are feeling a little numb, and you’re tired, so… you may need a moment, here.

Plus, you need to stew in your own horny, evil idiocy for a moment. Because god… now you’ve actually slept with Otis! Now, that’s a line that you really… that you’ve thoroughly crossed. You can’t come back from this.

Baby is going to hate you… Rodney’s going to be disgusted by you… And all you got is a pair of underwear you have to throw out now and a misplaced virginity.

“Ughh… “You groan, throwing an arm over your face in frustration. What’s is wrong with you??? Because never mind what’s wrong with Otis - you already knew that he was messed up (That’s pretty clear), -, but you should know better! You’ve got half a logical brain, you aren’t absolutely batshit insane, and you try your best to be sensible!

But then as soon as this rat man, you think, flashing a glare Otis’ way as you push yourself up to your elbows and he chews on the end of a lit roll-up, hunched over his knees, just enters the room… all that goes out the window!

Otis catches your scowl, double takes, and then smirks around the cigarette. “Regret comin’ to me for those kissin’ lessons, now?”

“Yes.” You snap, nose scrunched up like a toddler. No doubt about it.

“Want me to give yer virginity back?”

Rolling your eyes, you huff. “If you could, yeah.”

“And- doya despise me yet, sweetheart?”

Frowning deeply then, you think, No… But you both know that, somehow. So instead you give him your worst stink face before flopping back down, annoyedly, onto the cushions. Your voice is considerably gentler, though; Weak. “Getting there… “

He just chuckles, returning his attention to his cancer stick.

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myers-meadow · 1 year

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Meadow's Masterlist for Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt & The Grabber

My list of works is growing and growing, so I split my masterlist up. Here is the list for the fics I've written for Michael Myers, Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and The Grabber. Created and last updated on 24-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The link to my list for my other masterlist with Otis Driftwood, other horror writing and several other fandoms is here.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Divider by @/firefly-graphics

#masterlist #meadow's writing #thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt #the grabber #the grabber x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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HC of Otis (& other slashers of your choosing if you’d like) w/ a pregnant s/o and how he’d be once the babies born? Idk why I thought of this but was wondering what he’d be like??

Otis and his child

Warnings: Pregnancy I guess listen have you seen birth videos, they're traumatizing, the usual Otis stuff, Cursing as if that doesn't count to "usual Otis stuff", mentioned hints of NSFW but they're really tiny

Wordcount: 828 words

While you're pregnant, Otis tries to be as considerate as he can be. While he may have trouble understanding that you can't smoke or drink, he'll accept it. So romantic, right?

Mother Firefly will help you a lot. She understands the most how exhausting pregnancies are so she's always there if you have any questions or problems.

Otis is more affectionate during this time. Usually, cuddles aren't his thing, but while you're pregnant, he allows them. He also likes to hold your stomach, as weird as it sounds. He's amazed at how much your skin can spread without ripping apart.

You don't want to eat the food his family is cooking? For obvious reasons. That's alright, Otis will fetch something for you. Should he get something else while he's already going out?

He's more protective during this time. Someone makes a threat against you? They're dead. Otis doesn't play around when it comes to you and your, his, child. He has a family now and he'll protect it with his own life.

So in the beginning Otis thinks he won't have a connection with his child. Of course, it is his child but he just doesn't think he'll have a lot to do with it.

He's not scared of being a dad, he just doesn't really want to. Which is another reason why he thinks he won't be a good dad. He doesn't really care if he's a good dad but he doesn't want to hurt you, either.

But then you give birth and everything kind of clicks. Otis has helped with Baby's birth, he's aware of the process of birth but this... this is so different.

He watches as his child cries, taking it's first breath. This slimy, red creature sobbing and crying, but for some reason, he can not take his eyes away from it.

He holds his baby for the first time and he's like a changed man.

Those blue eyes glancing up at him, so big and filled with tiny, shimmering tears. He can't help but grin widely, tears forming even in his own eyes. He quickly gets rid of them. If you saw them and make fun of him later on, he actually won't get mad this time. He'll just sort of smile, a sign of how much that moment changed him.

His child. It now just hits him that this.. thing he's holding, is a product he and you have made together.

Maybe you were worried that, while you're still weak, the child won't be cared for. Well, you don't have to worry. Otis refuses to give the child to someone else for now. He'll fall asleep with it laying in between your two bodies, fingers entangled with yours and a pleased smile on his face.

The days after the birth, he tries his best to learn how to do basic tasks. The only thing he really struggles with are diapers. He doesn't have an issue with feces, I mean look at his "job", but he struggles to put them on.

One time, he walks into your room while you're feeding your baby and he just stops in astonishment. You're glowing, as the infant looks up at you with big, shimmering eyes. The smile you give to it is so incredibly pure, so innocent, and Otis is sure he's fallen in love all over again.

This whole process of feeding your child finally makes him realize that breasts have another purpose than just sex. He won't be faced by your nude skin that much anymore. Don't get me wrong, he still absolutely loves your body, but he won't try and mount you every time you're naked.

Otis finds out that he looks forward to teaching his child things. Some of them are incredibly dangerous and of course, you tell him that but once he's excited it's difficult to calm him down. Please don't let him teach your child how to make obscene art with corpses.

Of course, there are times when he's annoyed. For example, when the baby won't stop screaming at night and you have to deal with it, both tired and irritated. He hates those times, but he puts up with them. For you, and for his, your, child.

He likes that the child spends so much time with his family. The Fireflys have helped him so much, he can't imagine the baby growing up and not being involved with them.

Especially Baby and Mom Firefly are absolutely in love with your infant. If you ever need someone to take care of the child while you and Otis relax a bit, both of the women are absolutely ready to do that.

Otis grows softer. And he doesn't like it. But you do, and that's what makes it okay.

You might have given birth to a child in a completely fucked up family, but hey, you're loved, your child's loved, and you will be kept safe until the day you die.

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