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Otis breeding you as part of the family Halloween ritual 🖤
Otis B. Driftwood x Reader - (WARNINGS)
Halloween Breeding Ritual
Please read ALL warnings.
Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you and your friends ask for help, you end up as part of a horrific ritual.
Warnings: Killer Family, murder, death of a friend, Sexual content, Non-con, Breeding.
AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. There'll be less dark ones as well ;)
1.
The car, a useless hunk of metal now, stood desolate on the empty road. You stared at the flat tire, cursing your luck. What a way to celebrate Stacey's bachelorette party, lost and stranded miles away from civilization. Connor, Stacey's friend, shot you a mocking glance. "Nice going," he sneered.
"Shut up, Connor," you muttered, gripping your camera tightly. It was your solace in moments like these, capturing the world's beauty amidst the chaos. Stacey, oblivious to the tension, stood next to the car and held her pink plush bunny ears in her hands. They had been part of the fun costume you and the others had made her wear earlier on, but she had taken them off when you had all piled into the car.
You wished you were trapped on this trip with her alone. Stacey had always been your best friend. It was just unfortunate that you had to share the car with three of her other friends that you barely knew. There was Carrie, Connor and Heather. All people you had never really seen except on Stacey’s birthday.
"Hey, I remember seeing a house not too far back," Heather suggested, trying to break the tense silence. "Maybe we could ask for help?"
The group agreed, and with no other choice, you all began walking towards the supposed house. Connor walked beside Carrie, his girlfriend, whispering something in her ear as they laughed. He annoyed you, mostly because he was ever so present. His voice was loud, his smile dazzling, his physique one for the magazines. But he hadn’t been very kind to you during the trip. Carrie never really said anything to you either. This left Heather and Stacey, but they had been too busy talking about the upcoming wedding, how amazing Brad – Stacey’s fiancé – was, and Stacey’s dress.
Your footsteps crunched on the gravel with each step, the sun setting behind the trees, casting eerie shadows across the path.
As you came closer to the house, your heart raced. Junk littered the ground around it, a creaky wooden gate barely standing guard. The house itself looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Fitting, you thought, reminding yourself it was Halloween.
"Creepy place," Stacey said with a nervous giggle. “Looks like it came out of a horror movie.”
“I’m going to get you,” Heather shouted, crawling up behind Stacey while running her hand up Stacey’s back.
Stacey yelped while the others laughed. “Kill me gently,” Stacey teased. Her laughter was contagious, and soon, everyone joined in, making jokes about the ominous house. You bit your tongue though, and silently stared up at the house that you and the group now approached.
In horror movies the group of stranded young friends always made jokes before the killing started, you thought. No. You had to shake such evil thoughts off of you. This wasn’t a movie. This house was real, and the people who lived in it surely would have a working phone or a spare tire for you.
"Hey, since it is Halloween, we need a kid to collect the candy for us,” Heather said, grabbing the bunny ears from Stacey and placing them on your head. “Trick or treat,” she said laughingly. You frowned, displeased with the mockery, and instantly tried to take them off, but Heather tusked at you and you halted.
“Keep them on,” she simply said. But the grin on her face was anything but kind.
“Yeah, don’t be a spoilsport,” Stacey added, sticking out her tongue before she stepped onto the porch. You lowered your hands and your shoulders sagged in defeat.
Let them mock you, you thought. If this brought them joy, then let them laugh and taunt you. After all, you needed to keep up the spirits of the group and God only knew how long you’d be stuck with them until you finally arrived at your destination.
"All right, let's get this over with," Connor said, striding towards the door. With a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.
As the chime echoed through the house, you couldn't shake the feeling that something dark awaited behind that door. The haunting tone of the bell reverberated through your chest, and your grip on the camera tightened. You tried to focus on the present moment, but it was difficult to ignore the lurking dread that threatened to consume you.
The door creaked open, revealing a blonde, matronly woman with kind eyes. "Oh, my! What happened to y'all?" she asked, her voice dripping with concern.
"Uh, we had a flat tire, and we're kinda lost," Connor explained hesitantly. He put on his most charming smile. It had an effect instantly, you could tell, for the woman’s eyes lit up at the display.
"Well, you poor things. Come on in, come on in," the woman insisted, ushering everyone inside. The warmth of the house was a welcome reprieve from the chilly night air.
As soon as the door closed, your heart pounded in your chest, but you tried to shake the feeling of unease. You were led into a cozy kitchen where a blonde young woman sat at the table. Opposite her, a man with long white hair stood leaning against the kitchen wall, a hand in his pocket.
“Well, I’m Mother Firefly,” the woman said, introducing herself. “And this here is Baby,” she said, gesturing at the young woman who was seated at the table. Baby looked up at you all with an excited and bright smile, and waved eagerly. Her cheerful greeting seemed to put some of your friends at ease. She seemed friendly. And she was gorgeous, you thought. She had that cheerleader vibe that many girls craved to have.
Then your gaze shifted to a brooding man leaning against the wall. His white tank shirt seemed messy, covered with spots of grease. His hair seemed unkempt and hung around his frame loosely. Mother Firefly continued, "And this is Otis."
At first, you thought the man to be old because of the grey long hair that fell around his face. But then you realized with a start he must be around your age. Because his grey hair was, in fact, white - as if all the pigment had been lost from it. And his face was much younger than you had expected. But when you saw the odd color of his eyes that only confirmed it. Otis was an albino man. Pale skin, pale hair. Eyes that seemed almost red.
Otis's eyes locked onto yours the moment he saw you, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Something was unnerving about the way he seemed to study you. Suddenly, you remembered the ridiculous bunny ears on your head. Of course, that must explain it. You hastily removed them, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. What a foolish entrance you had made…
"Please, sit down and have some tea," Mother Firefly offered, gesturing to the chairs around the table. “We’ll get your car fixed in a jiffy. Let me call my son Rufus. He’s very good with tires,” she said, rummaging around to pour you some tea.
"Thank you," Stacey replied gratefully, and everyone took their seats.
“So, what brought you all out here?” Mother Firefly asked curiously while she pulled out a chair to sit down with you.
“Well, it’s Stacey’s Bachelorette party and we’re going to have a little holiday over the weekend,” Heather answered for the whole group. Here she took the time to introduce each member of the group., hesitating when she came to you because she had obviously forgotten your name. You quickly whispered it and glanced down shyly at your tea, not wanting to be involved in this whole conversation. Especially when Baby started to ask about all the juicy details.
It felt odd to hear the others tell about their romances and sexual exploits. It felt even weirder because you felt Otis’s eyes upon you the entire time the others spoke. Shouldn’t he be looking at them? Was there something wrong with you that he kept his sole attention fixed on you?
You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “So, our lucky bride-to-be ain’t no blushin’ virgin,” Baby recapped, pulling you out of your worried thoughts. You already knew Stacey and Brad had been it at like rabbits – hence Stacey’s cute bunny outfit – but you had not expected her to share all the details with a group of strangers. It somehow seemed disrespectful to you. Even if Baby seemed eager to know every little detail and even if her mother didn’t seem to be bothered by where the conversation was headed.
“How about you?” Baby suddenly turned to you and nudged you with her elbow. She waited, but you only glanced up at her with a frown.
“Not quite a talker, eh?” Baby asked, curiously cocking her head and faking a pout as she did so.
You felt your cheeks flush. “N-Not really into all of that,” you admitted hoarsely.
Luckily, the answer was enough, for Baby seemed to catch your distress and flashed you a comforting smile. “That’s all right, love. Nothing to be ashamed of,” and then, to your great relief, she turned her attention back to the group.
As you sipped the warm tea, conversation flowed around you. Despite the unsettling atmosphere of the house, the family seemed hospitable. During the conversation, you couldn't help but notice how Mother Firefly kept throwing you glances every now and then. It was making you worry that there was something weird about you. Was there something on your face? You felt your hair again but you had taken the bunny ears off. Mother Firefly seemed to have caught the gesture and flashed you a smile as if to say it was all right, but you didn’t feel as if it was.
And to add to your worry, Otis was growing increasingly moody. He grumbled under his breath and abruptly left the table, frustration evident in his tense body language.
"Please excuse him," Mother Firefly said with a sigh. "He's not used to company."
"Is everything okay?" you inquired softly, concern lacing your voice despite the churning unease within you.
"Everything's fine, dear,” she said, eyes gently upon you. “He's been working on one of his new art projects and your arrival just got him inspired. Just enjoy your tea," she reassured, her eyes flicking briefly to where Otis had disappeared.
"All right," you murmured, continuing to drink the tea. While the others kept talking, you felt a sudden drowsiness wash over you, making it difficult to keep your eyes open. Your fingers rested loosely around your cup as you fought to stay awake. What were they talking about now? Your friends' voices seemed to grow distant, and before you knew it, darkness enveloped you as you succumbed to sleep.
2.
The sound of Otis's voice pulled you from the depths of slumber, his words seeping into your consciousness. "Those bunny ears... Oh man….they were a sign, I tell you."
Your heart raced as you realized he was standing somewhere near you, probably talking about you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to find yourself in the middle of a demonic circle, surrounded by flickering candles and eerie symbols etched onto the floor. The air was thick with a sense of malevolence as if you had stumbled upon some sort of twisted, witch-like offering.
What the hell had happened? Were you having a nightmare? Why then did your head hurt so?
"Wh-what's going on?" you stammered, fear gripping your throat as the dull pounding in your head slowly started to fade.
"Welcome back," Otis sneered, his pale face looming over you, a bit too close for comfort. Black makeup traced lines on his pale skin, making him seem more like a cheaply painted skeleton. “You're just in time for our family Halloween ritual."
Otis sat hunched over you, his white hair tickling your skin, and you flinched. The foul stench of his breath, mixed with sweat and other undefined smells reached your nose. You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, earning you a deep laugh from him.
“Seems my Bunny is eager to get started,” you heard him say, and tried not to think of the denigrating nickname he had thought up for you.
The sound of fabric crackling indicated he stood up. Faintly, you heard Baby’s voice in the background, saying something about it being time to have some fun. Muffled voices of your friends echoed somewhere in the distance. Where were they?
You slowly opened your eyes. To your relief, Otis had indeed moved away and stood at the edge of the circle. He was now wearing a large black cape, but his normal clothes were still underneath: the dirty tank shirt and the jeans with holes in them.
Your gaze darted around the room, searching for your friends. They were huddled together at one end, and to your shock, they seemed to be gagged and tied together. You saw the traces of blood on their skin and their clothes. Connor seemed to be missing part of his face, an ugly hole revealed the bone of his skull. It made your eyes turn wide in fear. Carrie, next to Connor, stood at such an angle that you couldn’t quite see her face, but you could hear her muttered pleas through the gag. Was she trying to tell Connor to stay alive? Or was she pleading for her own?
The group was bound by ropes that dug cruelly into their flesh. Despite their wounds, they were alive – but their eyes held a terror that mirrored your own. Especially when your eyes met those of Stacey. Your gorgeous friend. Ugly deep lacerations marred her perfect skin. You quickly tore your eyes away from her.
Footsteps signaled the approach of someone. By the sight of the shoes that came into your vision, you knew it had to be Otis again. But there was snickering from the edge of the circle and when you glanced up you realized there were more people gathered there. Not just Baby, but Mother Firefly stood at the side, watching you calmly. There were a few other men who stood there, making themselves comfortable. One, with the weird makeup of a clown smudged on his face, had taken his meat into his hand and was already battering it before the show had even started. What the heck was going on, you thought in alarm.
"Please, don't hurt them," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks. "We didn't do anything to you."
Otis ignored your pleas, his fingers digging painfully into your arm as he dragged you into the center of the circle. You tried to resist, but your limbs felt weak, still heavy with sleep.
"Tonight, you become part of our family," he whispered menacingly, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to breed you, make you carry my child."
"Please, no!" you cried out, struggling futilely against his grip. You could feel your sanity unraveling, your mind consumed by terror. This man, this monster, could not mean to defile you in such a way. You were not ready for any of this. Not ready to be a mom, to have a child, to carry the offspring of someone as vile as him.
Someone who was hurting your friends…
"Shut up!" Otis snarled, silencing your protest. He towered over you, his presence both commanding and ominous. It was clear that your fate was sealed, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.
A chant erupted from Baby and some of the other spectators. Wonderfully melodic, considering the foul ritual that was about to take place. You tried to cover yourself up with your arms, but Otis tore them away from your chest, revealing yourself to him.
While you’d been out, someone appeared to have swapped your clothes for something far scarcer. You’d noticed it when you’d felt the cold air brush past your naked arms and shins. You were donned up. Glittering panties and a revealing contraption that did little to hide your breasts, as if it were some kind of holster rather than a bra. Your breasts peaked out and must have been on display all along. But the worst of all was when Otis flipped you over and made you sit on hands and knees, and you realized there was a slight weight on your head.
The pink bunny ears. He’d put them back on, you realized with a sob.
A tear, and whatever flimsy panties you had on were gone. With his hands firmly on your hips, Otis shouted out a few inexplicable words, either in a language you’d never heard or some kind of made-up song. As the ritual commenced, the air crackled with dark energy, and you couldn't help but wonder if you would make it out of this nightmare alive.
"Welcome to the family," Otis hissed, his voice dripping with malevolence as he entered you in one firm thrust.
The world came to a standstill.
His cock was stretching you open, throbbing deep inside your core. You gritted your teeth and tried to keep from crying out loud, but it was hard. Your hands curled into fists. You felt Otis stare down at you, his gaze burning while he remained motionless.
Your spectators cheered. “For the family,” you heard one of them shout. You felt Otis’s cock pulse deep inside. Then, he moved. His body pressed heavily against yours, a dark shadow overwhelming your senses. His breath was hot and ragged, punctuating each thrust as he forced himself inside you. You couldn't help but let out quiet whimpers of pain, feeling utterly humiliated and helpless.
"Silence," Otis growled, his fingers pressing into your throat – just enough to make you gasp for air.
You were starting to see stars when his grip finally faltered and you could breathe again. Taking deep gulps of breath, you tried not to focus on the salacious wet sounds that came from between your legs. You tried not to think of what his man was doing to you, or how his cock was battering your insides mercilessly.
His low groans filled your ears, and you winced when he pulled your hair, forcing your head back up and your back to arch awkwardly. Your breasts swung with each thrust, up and down, delighting the viewers. You heard coarse curses and increasingly wet sounds as some of the other family members were coming to a climax. Spunk was shot through the air, landing a few feet away from you, tainting the satanic circle.
You were relieved it hadn’t landed upon you, but the relief was only short-lived when a particularly hard thrust made it hard to think, reminding you of Otis’s promise.
“That’s right, Buny,” you heard his voice rasp behind you. A slap against your hips before he gripped them tight again and forced you to move along his cock. “Let me put a little Firefly in that pretty little tummy of yours.”
You felt the burning of his gaze leave your back when he addressed your bound and gagged friends at the other side. “Hear that? Your friend loves to milk my cock.” A low chuckle escaped him. You were vaguely aware of Baby and some of the others laughing.
“Gotta milk my cock, aren’t ya, Bunny?” This one was directed at you, but it was hard to focus. His hand had slipped from your hip to your breast, kneading it hard. You gasped, unable to bite back your reaction. Your walls clamped down on him hard, earning you another pleased groan.
“That’s it, girl. Take every drop,” his hips slammed against your own, wet sounds mingling. It was an evil betrayal, but your body responded well to him. The pain between your legs ebbed away and was replaced by something more passionate; a sensation of warmth and pleasure. Your walls pulsed around his shaft, eager to cum.
“Fuck,” Otis cursed in your ear. “Gotta milk my cock so baby can milk your tits, eh? Gotta grow nice and full for us, aren’t ya?”
You wanted to say no, wanted to protest or push him away from you. But his thrusts grew more desperate, more erratic, and his weight was still forcing you down on your hands and knees. You couldn’t help but slump over once his hand left your breast to guide your hips again, and you rested your forehead on your hands, gasping with each deep thrust of the devilish cock inside of your core.
You felt him hit the end of you; felt how his cockhead pushed against your cervix as if he wanted to open you up completely.
A few more harsh thrusts brought back the pain through the building pleasure, and Otis came. He made sure to bury his cock deep inside, groaning as his cum shot forth. You gasped, tears rolling down your cheeks at the feel of warmth flooding your womb. Your body trembled, and though you knew it was physically impossible, your breasts started to feel tense and full. Your stomach ached and your pussy pulsed around Otis’s cock. You hadn’t come yet. Dammit. You’d been so close.
Having reached his climax, a twisted grin spread across Otis’s face. He pulled out slowly, a trail of cum and blood dripping down your cunt and onto the dirt floor below. Your pussy twitched, eager for release. Instead, all it did was push the cum forth for everyone to see. And as you rolled over to your back, you could tell through the hazy spell you were in that his family was still watching. How their eyes were primed on your opened legs.
Without missing a beat, Otis began chanting in an ancient, guttural language. The ritualistic words echoed around the room, reverberating through your very core – chilling you to the bone. You had felt empty and violated, but upon hearing his words, your body started to heat up again. Your pussy pulsed wildly, clamping down on something that wasn’t there. But it was enough. You came, shrieking in surprise as your body reacted violently to his chant.
Otis stood between your legs once more, pushing his already hardening cock inside you in one go. You could see his face now as he took you, see his discolored teeth and his lips curled in a snarl while he started to pick up a quick pace. You felt his heavy balls slapping against your ass. How had they refilled this quickly, you wondered in shock?
But another ripple shook your body as another orgasm washed over you. You cried out, loudly this time, not caring if anyone would see or hear. This was pleasure. Absolute, horrific pleasure. Your pussy pulsed around his shaft, begging him, milking him. Again. And Again. You felt as if there had been no end to your orgasm.
Candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Your friends whimpered in their bonds, their eyes wide with terror as they watched the horrifying scene unfold before them. With a final, triumphant shout, Otis finished his incantation, and with it, he came inside of you once more. The room seemed to shudder under the weight of his dark power, and you struggled to keep from collapsing beneath him.
Then, the room grew silent.
You lay twitching underneath Otis’s larger frame, body pulsing in the aftermath of your orgasm. His cum had oozed from your joined bodies, your pussy lips felt raw as they enveloped his softening shaft. He pushed inside a few times for good measure as if to remind you of your duty to bear his child. The devil’s spawn.
With lips parted in a silent gasp, you looked up at him and saw how he opened his dark red eyes. Slowly, a grin crawled upon his lips. He reached out a hand and tapped something above your head. The bunny ears, you thought with a shock.
“I think it caught,” he murmured only for you to hear. “But for good measure, we shall have to do this a few more times. Hope you're not allergic to my cock. You’re gonna be ridin’ it for a good while to come.” He chuckled at his own joke, but you felt no joy to join him.
Instead, your eyes went wide at the promise, realizing that Otis did not intend to lock you away until you’d given birth to a child. No. He was going to keep you as a little sex toy. A woman he could use for his own deprived pleasure. You’d have to do this again and again. The thought chilled you to the bone.
But Otis was already pushing himself up, grabbing your legs to pull them up while he studied the mess he’d made inside. Sticky sperm combined with your own juices were covering up your entrance. Your pussy pulsed, weaker now, but still enough to make it seem like it was gobbling up the mixture of cum.
The demonic man between your legs grinned at the sight and then shook his head before he let go of you. Your knees fell to either side, leaving your abused pussy on display. But you no longer cared for modesty. They had seen it all, hadn’t they?
As he turned away from you, Otis’s malicious gaze fixed upon your friends. “Well, thank ya’ll for coming to see our yearly Halloween ritual,” he said, although you wondered if any of your friends were listening to him. Most of them were jabbering nonsense behind their gags, squirming beneath their bonds in an attempt to either get away or plead for mercy.
Mercy, you thought sardonically. As if that existed in a place like this.
You rolled your head to the side and brought a hand up to your head. You ran your fingers past the soft fur of Stacey’s pink bunny ears. Cursed, you thought, as the afterglow of the sex finally left your body, and your senses started to return to you.
“As this is a yearly show,” you heard Baby’s excited voice but did not feel as if you had the energy to turn your head and watch them. “We have a little sacrifice to make to the Gods. Well, our God, anyway.” She sounded like a cheerleader all right. Especially when she excitedly shouted “Satan!”
You heard the desperate gasps from your friends at this revelation. They must know that their end was in sight.
“Now, usually, we only have the sacrifice part to look forward to. But I think your friend over there, provided that she’ll live long enough to bear Otis’s children, might be in for a treat each year, starting now.”
Wait the fuck. You held your breath. Did they just say you had to endure this sadistic ritual every Halloween from now on? You felt panic seize your heart at the thought that you would not only be subjected to this disgraceful treatment again each year, as long as you stayed alive, but that you would also be used as a cock sleeve by Otis the whole year round from now on.
You closed your eyes and tried to block out all sounds. Otis’s breeding Bunny. That’s all you were reduced to now. How could a small fun trip have gone this wrong?
"But as you guessed, your lives end here," Baby declared cheerfully to your friends. You heard them howl behind their gags in response. “Ah, don’t worry,” she cooed at them, almost lovingly. “Otis will make sure we get you all nicely prepped so you can stay with us in our museum forever.”
Her laughter pierced through the darkness of the night. Stalking towards them like a predator closing in on its prey, Otis and Baby made their way over to your friends. You did not see it. Did not deign to watch their suffering as their lives came to an end one by one.
Instead, you lay on the floor, in the middle of the circle, breathing heavily. You felt the cooling sticky goo between your legs and prayed it would not take. That you could escape this twisted house and make your way home. Start a new life there.
But as silence filled the area, the Firefly family crowded around you, smiling and cooing as if welcoming a newborn into their twisted fold. It was a sign that your friends were gone. Dead.
"Such a precious addition to our family," Mother Firefly crooned, gently stroking your hair.
You felt hands grasp your arms, helping you up.
"Otis's child will be strong," Tiny rumbled, his monstrous form looming above you.
"Congratulations, darling," Baby giggled, her eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "You'll learn to love it here."
You noticed that Otis stood quietly in front of you, staring down at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. Fresh blood stained his hands and colored his shirt a deep crimson. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a forceful, possessive kiss that left you breathless and shivering. The hands of the other Firefly members forced you in place so that you were unable to pull away.
The taste of him was vile, like blood and smoke and mold. Nonetheless, he deepened the kiss. His tongue surprised you, brushing past yours until it hit the back of your throat, nearly making you gag. You tried hard to breathe, to cooperate with this demanding kiss. But once it finally broke, you panted heavily, bare breasts heaving up and down. Otis didn’t even look down at them. You felt his hand run through the back of your hair while his lust-craven eyes sought to meet yours. The darkness in them frightened you.
“Take my little Bunny to my room,” he commanded. The men who held your arms hoisted you up to your feet. A sickening quelch could be heard from your legs as globs of cum released from your core and dripped onto the floor.
“Might have to do it again, son,” you heard Mother Firefly say to Otis. It sounded so matter-of-factly… as if you were a cow that needed to be bred. Do it again? Your body flushed warm at the thought of Otis inside of you again. A physical betrayal. This wasn’t you.
Had his demonic ritual caused that effect?
You heard Otis laugh. “Yeah, that one won’t get away,” you heard him tell Mother Firefly. And as the men guided you away, you heard his ominous whisper follow you like a ghost.
“Welcome to our family, little Firefly. Enjoy your stay. I know I will…”
His words were a dark promise that echoed in the deepest recesses of your soul. The Firefly family's twisted games had only just begun. And as the night wore on, you knew one thing for certain: there would be no escaping the Firefly family. Not now.
Not ever.
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Otis driftwood x reader, a Drabble for my bestie @myers-meadow .
fluff, angst if you squint and read backwards, comfort :> , a bit of gore, but nothing serious.
Warmth
darkness
Silence
those are the sole things keeping you alive right now as you lay on the couch, cocooned with a soft blanket that baby had gratefully given you. Sleep is but a wish for you, as you do your best to clear your mind and calm down, but your head is in shambles. It feels as if someone is constantly bashing in your skull with a hammer, and the light that peeks it’s way through the cover is blinding. You attempt to blockout the light by moving the cover some more.
it doesn’t work.
you’d want nothing more than to sleep this wretched curse of a headache off, but alas, it seems god wanted you to suffer, and stay wide awake throughout this purgatory like punishment.
Though silence in not something you can seem to achieve in this house, as screams and cries of agony ring through the entire household, followed by none other than baby’s giggles. Even if you’ve grown used to it, at a time like this, it feels like her giggling is actually stabbing you in the head. You can hear the pounding in your skull, and it’s driving you crazy. It feels as though your body will explode, and honestly you’re sure you would rather that, than this.
you had tried powering through it, doing chores, but you almost passed out when you tried to pick up a towel, and that’s when baby “insisted” forced you to lay down on the couch.
While in the haze of your own thoughts, a small creak in the floor bored has you wincing, Even small and subtle noises hurt. But you feel more at ease at the familiar pattern of the steps that approach you.
Otis.
the smell of blood is strong, but once again, familiar. And, oddly enough, comforting.
the weight on the couch shifts, and you groan, the shift causing your head to move. After a solid second or two, you can feel him start to lay down next to you, him opting to be big spoon as always, you slowly scoot over to make room for him. His body enveloping yours, completely caging you in, per say.
Nonetheless, his arm snakes around your waist, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck, plus the warmth radiating from his body is oh so comforting.
“Ya feelin okay princess?”
Otis’s voice is unusually soft, and helps soothe your mind ever so slightly. You’re too exhausted and in pain to answer verbally so, instead you just shake your head no.
Otis doesn’t say anything back, and instead, slowly urges you to turn around. You obey his silent command, and turn onto your other side.
your now face to face with your boyfriend, and you can now properly see the worry in his eyes.
you never told him about your headaches, mostly because they were rare and you didn’t feel the need to, but now wish you would’ve.
you know that if you would have told him about this, he would’ve known exactly how to handle this, but right now, he’s relying on pure instinct to try and take care of you. Which all in all, isn’t such a bad thing, considering how you already feel a little more at peace In his arms.
Safe…
You still don’t feel like talking, so you just snuggle closer to Otis, burying your face into his chest, the comfort and safety of him being near eases your mind a little more, and you finally feel as though you can sleep.
your eyes are heavy, and your head is becoming fuzzy.
his hand reaches around you to softly stroke your hair, and as sleep slowly takes you, you can hear him mumble something.
just a soft and sweet “love you….”
Otis is very rarely soft, and that’s why moments like these are worth millions to you, because this is how you know he truly cares.
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OH GOD-
this took forever for me to write and I’m so sorry. I really need to manage my time better-
but anyways, as always, please give me constructive criticism!
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Yay thank you so much I’ve been binge reading Otis content but there’s not a lot compared to others and I need more❤️❤️.
Otis x fem (paramedic) reader
I was thinking Otis has a crush on her and he thinks maybe she actually might have a crush on him too but when a secret accidentally comes out that she had a brief fling with Kelly (perhaps someone caught them at the firehouse once) he automatically assumes there’s no way in hell then that she likes him and that she was flirting with him not because she likes him and wants a potential relationship but because she’s just naturally a flirtatious person. He freezes her out and she decides to make a grand romantic gesture at the firehouse in front of everyone to prove him wrong and get the man of her dreams🥰.
Drone - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek
Summary: Otis misunderstands a conversation that you have with Capp and thinks that you have something going on with Severide.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to write! I love Otis so much he's literally perfect.
One Chicago Masterlist
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“You remember!” Capp practically shouted and you cringed, already well aware of the eyes on you. The conversation had started innocently enough (if you could really call it that) when Capp had brought up the topic of firehouse romances. As if any of the guys sitting around the long table, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wanted to talk about their exploits.
You shook your head. You definitely didn’t want to talk about your exploits. That was asking for trouble. You’d worked hard to get where you were and you’d been lucky enough to wind up at 51 after a less than pleasant candidacy at 66. There was no way you needed Capp, of all people, airing your dirty laundry. “No.”
“Come on,” Capp drawled, “you’ve gotta remember. Not like it was a long time ago.” He replied, leaning further into the table, closer to you.
At the coffee maker behind you, Cruz and Otis were practically burning a hole in the back of your head trying to find out what Capp knew about you and some mystery firefighter. You were honestly praying that the alarm would go off. Did no one in Chicago have a fire they needed you to fight off?
“No,” you drew the word out as you thought of the best way to respond, “besides…how did you even hear about it?” As far as you knew, the only person who knew that you’d been (technically) sleeping with your instructor during the academy was said instructor (who technically only taught one course) and yourself.
“Severide told me.”
“What did I tell you?” Kelly’s voice rung out in the common area and you looked over toward the main entrance. He was just rolling in for shift and still had his bag on him though he was already in uniform.
“We were talking about dating in the firehouse,” Cruz started to explain. You didn’t dare look back as he trailed off, knowing that if he was working out the connection than Otis definitely was working it out.
It wasn’t anything official, or unofficial for that matter, but there was definitely something there between you and Otis. Well, you hoped there was something there and you weren’t reading too much into it. You’d been hanging around Molly’s on nights off to see him, sometimes (most times) staying until closing just so the two of you could talk. You liked all the same shows and usually if one of you was stuck pulling the night shift the other would stay up too and watch something. He was just as insufferable watching tv as you were, talking the whole time and yelling at characters like they could hear you. Whatever it all boiled down to, you definitely wouldn’t define your feelings as platonic. But you’d been taking the whole thing slowly. It wasn’t just that he was hot and you wanted to sleep with him (although, he was hot and you did really, really, wanna sleep with him). You wanted a real relationship with him, or at least a shot at one. Which was now dwindling as Cruz opened his mouth to finish the thought that had shut him up the first time.
“You two?” He looked between you and Severide and if you could’ve burned a hole in Kelly’s head with how hard you were glaring you were sure all the fire alarms in the house would be going off.
Kelly scratched the back of his and feigned nonchalance. Or maybe he really didn’t care who knew, “it wasn’t anything…uh,” he looked over at you, practically begging for you to confirm that the brief relationship meant nothing.
“It wasn’t anything serious,” you finished. You felt your whole face warm and clocked Otis’ retreating form from the corner of your eye. His Big Hug mug sat abandoned next to the coffeemaker and the side door that lead to the bunk room was swinging shut.
As Capp piped up again, your eyes met Cruz’s and you sighed. You knew Otis and you knew exactly what was going through his head right now. Leaving your own coffee on the counter, you headed out of the common area and passed Kelly to the locker room. He waited half a second before backing out of the room and following after you. Otis being upset was something you definitely had to deal with, you owed him an explanation and some honesty, but right now you wanted to talk to Kelly. Not because you had any lingering feelings for him or thought he might have any for you but because you were friends.
“What the hell Kelly? You told Capp we slept together?” You whispered, smacking his arm as he opened his locker.
“Hey, whoa, it was not like that.” He insisted. “I mentioned it to Casey-“
“Oh my god, Casey knows?” You huffed, “why not just hang a fucking banner?”
“Would you calm down.”
“Kelly. Casey’s my lieutenant…I don’t want him thinking I got any breaks.” You replied.
“Nobody thinks that.” He said it as if he was positive and you almost believed him.
“Who else knows?”
“Now?” He asked and you dropped onto the bench, covering your face with your hands. “Hey; come on, no one is gonna think of you any differently. We were both in completely different places in our lives.”
“Brian will.” You muttered, the words obscured by your hands.
Severide raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to repeat yourself. When you didn’t, he asked what you’d said.
“I said, Brian will.” You replied, lifting your head to look at him. “I really like him and we’ve been kinda, spending time together. I mean, nothings happened but I definitely want it to and now…oh god.”
“Otis’ll come around.”
You wanted to hope that Severide was right but despite having been roommates with Otis at one point, you knew that the two of them had never really been close friends. Any advice that Severide gave wasn’t really applicable. You knew you could ask Cruz but he’d probably just tell you to talk to him and you doubted Otis would be in the talking mood right now.
“Yeah thanks.”
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You weren’t entirely sure how long you were supposed to wait for Otis to “come around”. It’d been almost a week and things between the two of you were still rocky. You knew you shouldn’t have taken Severide’s advice. As much as you loved him (platonically) he have notoriously bad advice and you were all too aware of that. Still you’d sat on your hands as if Otis would be the type of person to sense a misunderstanding and do something about it instead of just wallowing in self-pity.
Cruz had mentioned putting in a good word for you, the extent of which had simply been him reminding Otis that the two of you almost kissed at Molly’s the night before Capp’s over share (a fact that you didn’t know Cruz knew until he told you).
“Does everyone around here tell everyone everything? Are there no secrets?” You had grumbled as you laced your shoes and Cruz looked guiltily around the lockers (apparently talking to you was off limits because they were roommates or bros or whatever Cruz said) as if Otis would pop out from a corner.
“Just trying to help,” Cruz justified, raising his hands in surrender.
“I know,” you sighed. “I just, ugh…if we were dating I totally would’ve told him. I mean I was gonna tell him once I figured out where this was going. It’s not like I wanted to keep it a secret secret forever, I just…it wasn’t anyone’s business but mine and Kelly’s. And I don’t even like Kelly! I mean, yeah, I love him, he’s a great friend…he’s an okay, working on himself, friend, but I don’t wanna like…I’m not interested in him the way I’m interested in Brian. I’m not interested in Severide at all.”
Cruz looked almost apologetic as he stared at you, unsure what to say. Herrmann had given you the questionable (but possibly decent) advice of a ‘grand gesture’. Something to really solidified the fact that you were into Otis (“what’s that you’re always saying? Kid’s like a newborn baby, you gotta spell that out for him nice and clear.”) and wanted him to know it.
If he could’ve given any better advice he would have but the honest truth was that he agreed with Herrmann. Cruz knew Otis better than most, he’d tried talking to him at the firehouse after you’d left the common area and then again when they got home but Otis was stubborn and his ego was bruised.
“If you just talk to them, it’s a misunderstanding Otis-“ He’d tried to get Sylvie on his side, and she’d chimed in with a half-hearted agreement but ever since she’d started seeing Antonio she was practically useless as far as keeping her attention went. And left to fend for himself, Cruz was having a shitty time convincing his best friend that this wasn’t what he was making it out to be.
“It all makes sense now,” Otis had been bitching the entire elevator ride up and he didn’t stop now to listen to Cruz, “I mean, the inside jokes, the rides home together, god they’ve probably been together this whole time!”
“That doesn’t even make sense Otis, Severide was dating that paralegal two weeks ago. Besides, they’re the only person in the whole firehouse that calls you Brian.”
“That’s my name.”
“Yeah but day one, you said your name was Brian when Mouch called you Otis and they said ‘what do you prefer’ and you said Brian and they haven’t called you Otis a single day since.” Cruz tried to point out, “that’s not nothing.”
“It’s barely something.”
Talking to Otis was like talking to a brick wall, nothing he said was going to get through to him. The only real glimmer of hope Cruz had was that maybe something you said would right this whole situation. If you could just talk to him or something. Anything. Hang a banner from the roof of 51, post it up on the message board so everyone could see, announce it over loud speaker throughout the house. Whatever it took to convince Otis that you had feelings for him. Cause Cruz could tell you did (not that you were ever shy about it) and he sure as hell knew Otis felt the exact same way.
“I don’t think Otis is gonna believe that until you’re standing in front of his face telling him that. And even then…doubtful. I think Herrmann might be right.” Cruz admitted, bringing himself back to the present.
“Me too.” You sat there for a moment, the sound of the bells going off catching both of your attentions. “Do you still have that drone?” You asked as you got to your feet, following Cruz out of the locker room.
“Yeah why?”
“I think I have an idea.”
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Once you were back at the firehouse, jacket hung up and the soot from the last call wiped off your face (who makes a love confession looking like they just rolled around in a fireplace) you got to work. It didn’t take much, truthfully. Mainly because you’d had so little time to actually plan and execute the idea but also because you were more concerned with what you wanted to say and less how you were going to say it.
Of course, it would’ve gone better if Otis had actually done what the drone requested. You’d taken a crash course in flying the robotic devil from Cruz when you got back to the house, swearing that you would not break it lest Otis never forgive you. It was simple, all it had to do was fly out to the apparatus where Otis was, drop a note for him and then he followed the note, went to the bunk room, and you talked.
You had played the whole thing out in your head a million times between the locker room and the bunks. Thought of everything you wanted to say to him and what you hoped he would say back. Fingers crossed you managed to get through the entire thing without the bells going off. Or at least most. Or at least any. Because you did all the steps you set out to but Otis never showed. You waited and waited and then the bells rang for ambo and you realized you’d been standing around in the bunk room like a moron for half an hour.
“This is fucking stupid.” You muttered, giving up your perfectly planned speech about your feelings and stomping into the common area, more annoyed than anything.
Otis was right there, of course, leaning against the counter and talking to Mouch like nothing had transpired. Like you weren’t waiting for him.
“Brian Zvonecek, I swear to god I will murder you where you stand!” You snapped, the room going silent as you walked up to him.
“I-“
“Don’t even try it,” you were quick to cut him off, “I have literally been trying to apologize to you for a week, more than that even! Yeah, okay, I slept with Kelly before you even knew me. What kind of asshole just writes off an entire relationship because of something so unbelievably minor.”
When he opened his mouth to say something you blazed on.
“I’m not finished. I have been here almost two years and in those two years I have not dated, slept with, flirted with, or even thought about anyone. It was you from the moment I walked in those doors and it’s been you every day since. And I have played a long fucking game waiting for you to get that and since clearly you refuse to acknowledge that I’m literally in love with you, I just-“ you almost felt yourself losing your nerve, unsure where you wanted this speech to end or even where it was headed so you cut yourself off and kissed him. Right there in front of pretty much the entire firehouse.
Capp’s near deafening cheer caught your attention and you pulled yourself away (literally feeling like you had to pry yourself away from him because holy shit, kissing him was a terrible idea; now you didn’t want to stop).
When you dared to look, Otis’ face was beet red all the way to his ears. The grip on his mug relaxed, knuckles having gone white when from holding the handle so tightly when you kissed him. He felt like he was floating or like his head had been cleared of any useless information so that all he could focus on was you. You and the way you were glaring at Capp and suddenly Otis felt like he was remembering everyone else was in the room. Mug down, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the common area (the sound of everyone’s catcalls lingering as the door swung shut) and back into the bunk room.
“This looks familiar,” you teased and he huffed out a laugh, feeling a twinge of guilt for not just doing what the note you’d left on the drone had said.
“I thought you were gonna tell me, I don’t know, that you still had feelings for Severide. And I mean, I would’ve understood, it’s Severide. But I just, I didn’t wanna hear that.” Otis admitted, taking a seat on the side of his bunk.
“Brian,” your tone was softer now than it had been in the common area, less upset that he hadn’t shown and more apologetic that he thought showing up would mean being let down. You stepped between his legs, shins hitting the bed frame, and took his face in your hands so he was looking up at you, “I don’t have feelings for Kelly and I never did. It was a stupid hook-up while I was in the academy and it ended before I even got to 66. I didn’t say anything to you about it because I wanted to see where we went. And I didn’t want you to think that this was insincere. I meant what I said out there…I was pissed at you but I meant it…I’m literally so in love with you-“
“I know the feeling,” Otis replied turning his head just enough to kiss your palm. You loved Otis when he was soft and when he was anxious and when he was unsure but especially, you loved this piece of him, when he knew how he felt and he wasn’t afraid of saying so. When there was no threat to his heart or his ego and he could just be confident in himself. You saw it often and you relished it every time. “I know the feeling,” he repeated, “cause I love you too. So much.”
The bells went off and you stepped back as Otis stood up. He pursed his lips, looked ready to say something (or maybe throw something at the sound box on the wall) but instead he grabbed your wrist and leaned forward to kiss you. It was faster and less romantic than you would’ve liked but the fact that there was a fire somewhere in Chicago that you had to get to took precedent to anything else.
“When we get back,” Otis promised when you got out to the apparatus floor.
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Otis - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings
Series:
None
One Shot:
Feeling Mutual -💦
Summary: Otis obsession with Jeremy is a little too much where he takes it to the next level. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
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HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader
Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers
note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D
Warnings: nsfw.
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
Cowgirl.
Brahms is spoiled.
He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.
He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.
Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.
When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.
If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.
But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.
You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.
BILLY LENZ
Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless.
But when you turn 69--
Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.
And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.
Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.
Billy also loves doggy style.
He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.
In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.
He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.
He's noisy. Very noisy.
And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.
But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.
Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.
Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.
It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.
He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.
Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.
BUBBA SAWYER
I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.
But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.
So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.
And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.
If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.
And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.
He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.
And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.
If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.
It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.
It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.
And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.
Do it. He loves to please you.
Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.
(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).
OTIS DRIFTWOOD
I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.
And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.
It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.
He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.
And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.
So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.
Also likes to have you on all fours.
Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.
Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.
(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).
And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).
RZ!MICHAEL MYERS
He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.
He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.
He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.
Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.
He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.
That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.
If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position.
It's still deep and strong, but slow.
The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.
(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).
Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language
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Horror characters seeing their s/o covered in blood
Happy Halloween everyone. I did a poll awhile ago on what I should post for Halloween and this won. So I'm here to deliver what y'all voted on. I included a lot of characters in this just for fun. Disclaimer I haven't written for some of these characters in awhile or that much at all, so sorry if some of these are ooc.
Includes: Amanda Young, Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, The Lost Boys, Candyman, Doomhead, Patrick Bateman, Severen Van Sickle, Pyramid Head, and The Sinclair brothers
Warnings: Mentions of real and fake blood, slightly suggestive content, gn reader, talk of drinking blood in The Lost Boys and Severen's section, violence, murder
Amanda Young
You weren't supposed to find out about what Amanda did. She wanted to keep you separate from the gore of her apprentice work. But accidents happen and somehow you get to where a trap had happened.
You were in the where-house when you slipped on a puddle of blood and got your entire front half covered in it. You screamed out and Amanda quickly came rushing in.
You standing there covered in blood made something tick inside of Amanda. Something she knows she shouldn't feel seeing you covered in blood.
But she pushes this aside and quickly assures you it's fake blood that happened to spill all over the ground. She can't stop herself from giving you a quick kiss before helping you leave.
She'll get you all cleaned up back at home but she won't be able to stop thinking about seeing you covered in blood.
Michael Myers
Michael was out while you were getting ready for a Halloween party. A part of your costume involved you getting drenched in fake blood. After pouring the fake blood all over yourself in your bathtub you let it dry and step out.
You're downstairs, gathering up your things for the party when you notice the feeling that you're being watched. You turn around and spot Michael watching you.
Michael knows what real blood looks like and considering you're pretty calm he knows this is for your costume. But something inside of him is yelling at him. Not in the usual 'kill someone' way, but in a 'get them and try not to hurt them' way.
You're going to be late to that Halloween party. Michael is going to stand there and make you spin around for him so he can watch you move while you're covered in blood. You know he's getting some kind of kick out of this, so who are you to stop his fun.
After this Michael will try to hint at you to get covered in blood more often. He'll even offer to get the blood this time, but it wouldn't be fake if he got it. He'll keep thinking about you covered in blood and won't be forgetting how it made him feel anytime soon.
Otis Driftwood
You walked in on him at a bad time. While you've grown to accept what your boyfriend does, you don't like partaking in his torture of other people. But when you walked into the wrong room at the wrong time you got sprayed all over with blood.
It coats your face, hair and chest. You thankfully didn't get any in your eyes or mouth. You do let out a scream of surprise but you're not too grossed out by the blood, living with the Firefly family for as long as you have will do that.
Otis takes a good long few moments to just stare at you. You're hot enough as it is, but seeing you all covered in blood like this? Otis is going to have to go take a long cold shower.
"Well isn't this my lucky day." He'll say before walking over to you, completely ignoring the victim now. He'll take all of you in and won't let you wash it off so quickly.
"I just wanna take a couple pictures of ya darlin'." He'll quickly get his camera out and have you pose for him while you're still covered in blood. This will come in handy when he's having art block or he just needs to have some 'personal time'.
The Lost boys
It's your first time feeding and it ended up getting really messy for you, considering you've never done it before. So you got just as much blood all over yourself as you did in your mouth.
Dwayne is the first to notice and he's smirking a little to himself as he watches your blood covered body move. He's committing this sight to memory and he'll probably find a way to get you covered in blood again.
David is the next to notice. He'll smile wider than Dwayne and make some comments about how messy eating can get at times. But he'll also talk about how hot you look covered in blood.
Marko doesn't even make a comment, he just straight up lunges and kisses you right then and there, fangs still out and everything. Seeing you all vamped out and covered in blood really got to him, making him loose all self composer that he has.
Paul also joins in on kissing you, but he'll opt for your neck since your mouth is taken. I can see him licking some blood off of you, but not too much because he loves the sight of you drenched in blood. But the boys will agree to try and get you that messy again the next time you feed.
Candyman
You didn't want to go with him. You summoned him and when he showed you how devoted he is to you, you didn't want to go. So he had no other option than to make you go by force.
You're entering your apartment after going to a Halloween party. Your costume was something you put together quickly and involved you pouring fake blood all over your front half. As you walk further into your apartment you get a strange feeling.
You try to ignore it as you walk to your bathroom to wash off the fake blood. Before you can do that you hear something moving in your medicine cabinet. You open it and after a few moments a hook jumps through it. You obviously scream and run out of your bathroom.
You're in your kitchen, picking up your phone when you see him again. He's looking at you with that same adoration in his eye from the first time you met him. He's looking you up and down. You're frozen again as he watches you.
"You're even more desirable covered in blood," He says in his sultry voice. You shed a couple tears as you try to move, but you're unable to. "I'll have to remember this the next time I see you my love. I'll never be able to forget this."
Doomhead
He knew you were going to a Halloween party, but what he didn't know was that you were going to be covered in blood when you came home. He knows real blood from fake blood and when he sees you he can't help but chuckle.
31 is coming up and he's always tried to keep you separate from it. Seeing you covered in blood is a bit of a double edged sword for him. On one hand he loves seeing you covered in blood, but he also can't stop thinking about 31, and what would happen if you got caught in it.
"Ok so I got a little too close to one of the decorations and I accidentally got covered in fake blood." You explain, taking off your shoes, "I should probably shower all of this off."
"Well I was hoping to get a better look at you like this." He says with a Cheshire grin. You roll your eyes but smile and walk over to him. He spins you around a bit, taking a good look at all of the blood on you.
He knows he'll have to tell you about 31 eventually, and that he'll always keep you away from it. But for right now he can enjoy watching his s/o look stunning while covered in blood.
Patrick Bateman
He got a little too careless and right as he was killing someone you walked in, getting covered in blood from the victim. You of course start to scream and he quickly covers your mouth.
He's so angry with you for interrupting this, but something about seeing your face and body covered with blood, excites him. "I can explain this. Calm down and listen to me." He says, trying to keep his voice calm. His anger starts to mix with arousal as he slowly slides his hand away from your mouth.
"Oh my god Patrick what happened? Who is this?" You ask, holding back tears. His attraction to you is starting to get a bit too much for him. He'll find a way to explain this murder, just like he'll find a way to explain why he wants to do it while you're covered in blood.
"He broke in and attacked me. I had to fight him off and I went a bit too hard I think. We can't tell anyone about this alright?" He says, trying his best to keep a calm, in control voice, "But right now we need to get to the bedroom.
Murder's don't get him as excited as seeing you covered in blood got him. He'll have to go out and buy some fake blood and recreate this with you again. He's glad he has such an understanding s/o.
Severen Van Sickle
It's been awhile since your last feed and when you finally got someone you could barely hold back from drinking as quickly as possible. Because you were so worried about eating as much as you could as quickly as possible you got yourself covered in blood.
After you pushed the body away Severen took notice of your blood soaked clothes. He couldn't stop himself from smiling and taking a good long look at you. He knows you'll be too full to do anything after feeding that much so he'll have to commit this sight to memory, just for some fun activities later.
You wipe your mouth and smear more blood over your face and Severen can barely contain himself at this point. He'll have to quickly ask you if you're up to help him, or if he should do it alone.
Either way he doesn't want you cleaning yourself up anytime soon. Even after his issue is taken care of he just wants to see you covered in blood. He loves how it looks in general but also aesthetically. If he has a camera on hand he's taking a picture of you.
He will try to recreate this later. Next time you're feeding he'll try to get blood all over you. I can see him filling up his mouth with blood and just spitting it on you because let's be honest, he's very dirty and probably has as many diseases as a stray cat.
Pyramid Head
You're walking around Silent Hill, trying to find some more food to stock up on when you come across one of Pyramid Head's recent kills. You don't notice and you slip on the puddle of blood.
You're used to the blood and gore of living with Pyramid Head in Silent Hill so slipping on blood and getting it all over your clothes is more of an inconvenience than scary. You groan and stand up, looking at blood slightly dripping off your clothes.
You turn around and find him standing near you. "I just slipped on some blood. It's not mine and I'm not hurt." You say. You can never really tell what he's feeling or his emotions but you can sense he's feeling a certain way about you being covered in blood.
You two just stand there while Pyramid Head is thinking about smearing more blood all over you. Seeing you covered in blood is doing something to him. So he walks over, get's blood on his hands and rubs it over your face and clothes.
He'll follow you around and just keep watching you while you're covered in blood. He'll be thinking about this for awhile, and he'll try to recreate it whenever there's free time or he just needs to see you covered in blood.
Bo Sinclair
You were busy going after a victim and it got a bit messy. You got yourself covered in blood. By the time you get the body back to the House of Wax the blood that's on your hair and face has dripped down to soak your clothes even more.
You hand it off to Vincent and when Bo sees you he pauses for a moment before he chuckles. "I like yer new look darlin'." He says teasingly. But he's using that teasing to mask how damn hot you are covered in blood.
You're able to pick up on this and you know a great way to get him back for making you chase down someone and kill them.
"Oh I know. I love this look too." You say teasingly back to him, moving your hands up and rubbing your hand over your face and neck, getting a good amount of blood on it. You walk over to Bo and smear the blood on his shirt before you step back.
"Too bad I'm about to wash it off." You say before you dodge Bo trying to grab you, "If you catch me before we get to the house I'll let you wash it off." You say before running out of the house, Bo follows behind quickly.
Lester Sinclair
You're helping Lester out by picking up a deer from the road. You're in the middle of lifting it into the truck when something happens and you get covered in deer blood.
Lester quickly rushes over to you and lifts the deer into the back of the truck. He's looking you over and making sure that you're ok. You'll have to assure him at least ten times that you're perfectly ok and that the deer just got blood all over you.
Now knowing that you're ok he does kind of realize that, you look good covered in blood. Lester loves when you get a bit dirty in general, but blood has him feeling a bit more excited than normal.
He'll zone out a bit for awhile until you bring him back and he acts like everything is good and he's totally not obsessing over the look of you covered in blood.
He'll keep this to himself until it starts to boil over and he admits to you that he hasn't stopped thinking about you being covered in blood. If you suggest the idea of getting covered in blood again he'll be all over that idea.
Vincent Sinclair
When you offered to model for Vincent's study you didn't expect to get covered in fake blood. But Vincent wanted you covered in blood and you didn't really mind so that's what the two of you do.
You stay still the entire time but you notice Vincent staring more than he is drawing. But once he notices you noticing him he gets back to drawing you.
He takes his damn well time to draw you and at one point he stands up and walks over to you. He starts to pose you in a different way and it's totally not an excuse to touch you and see you covered in blood up close.
He'll put you in so many different positions and will keep pouring blood on you. He's honestly memorized by you standing there covered in blood. At one point he'll bust out the camera and ask if he can film.
He sees you being covered in blood in a more romantic, artistic way that makes his heart beat faster. He'll have to get you covered in blood more often so he can draw, paint, photograph, etc you.
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Slashers: *puts Y/N in an escape room to test their skills*
Y/n: *happily kissing the security camera when they notice it*
Slasher: *smiling the talks over the speaker* baby you have to try and escape….
Y/n: but it’s so cozy in here
Slasher: *sighs and goes to get their partner*
#billy loomis x stu macher x reader#slasher x s/o#billy loomis x reader#slasher x you#slasher x reader#stu macher x reader#michael myers x reader#slashers x oc#jason voorhees x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#baby firefly x reader#bo sinclair x reader#lester sinclair x reader#otis driftwood x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#billy lenz x you#slasher fucker#slashers x you#stu macher#billy lenz x reader
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Maeve + Borrowing/Keeping Otis's Clothes
#the parallels this season destroyed me#you know a parallel post is coming#im not crying you are#sobbing#my heart#sex education#maeve x otis#otis x maeve#maeve wiley#otis milburn#motis#gif#gifs#gifset#soulmate things#sexeducationedit#asa butterfield#emma mackey
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How they would react to you coming to visit them while completely naked
[Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Otis Driftwood] nsfw, exhibitionism, GN reader
☆ Bubba Sawyer ☆
Sweet boy, he wouldn’t say anything or make any attempt to touch you, just get flustered and desperate
Would try so hard to listen to whatever you came to talk to him about but would be so overwhelmed by all the thoughts in his head and the throbbing in his dick that he just can’t focus on anything else
Won’t ever ask to touch but will 100% follow you around like a puppy dog until you tell him that he can
☆ Bo Sinclair ☆
If you walked into his gas station completely naked I think he might actually explode.
There would be the initial moment of his mind going completely blank because his pretty baby is standing in front of him naked
Then it would turn into anger because what if someone had been driving through and they had seen you—your naked body is only for him to see
You’re getting bent over the counter and fucked, with him in your ear, still angry, telling you that you better not pull this shit again because no one gets to see you like this except for him
☆ Otis Driftwood ☆
Interrupting his work in the tool shed by walking in fully naked is something he would so adore you for
“Well shit honey, you must want it pretty damn bad to be walking through the yard like that. Need my dick so bad that you’re ready to be a little whore for it, isn’t that right? Well come get it.”
Would pause literally anything he was doing. Nothing is as important in this moment than fucking you
I would so right full fics for any of these btw pls send requests for aaanything
#slasher headcanons#slasher x reader#slasher x you#bubba saywer x reader#otis driftwood x you#otis driftwood x reader#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x you#slasher fucker
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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!"
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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,"
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"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"
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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
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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!!"
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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
#billy lenz#black christmas#black christmas 1974#billy lenz x you#billy lenz x reader#otis driftwood x you#otis driftwood x reader#otis driftwood#house of 1000 corpses#baby firefly x reader#baby firefly x you#baby firefly#rz michael myers#michael myers#michael myers x reader#slasher#slashers#slasher x reader#stu matcher#stu matcher x you#scream#scream 1996#stu matcher x reader#scream franchise#halloween#halloween 1978
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Otis B. Driftwood X F. Reader - Migraine (Explicit 18+ ficlet)
Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses,
Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader
Warnings: Period/Blood, Menstruation Kink, Migraine!Reader, Headache!Reader. Dub-con situation, Dom/Sub tones, Explicit Smut, 18+ material, Dark Romance stuff.
One-shot/Ficlet/Drabble written on a whim for my dear @myers-meadow 💜Hopefully this will elevate some of your pain.
Otis B Driftwood x Reader -> Headache.
The ache was incredibly bad today. The blinding light was too bright for your eyes, the sounds the other family members made were too loud for your ears, and the smell of the decaying bodies was too putrid for your sensitive nose.
You rolled over in the bed, curtains drawn so you basked in a peaceful silent darkness. A breath of relief escaped your lips. Your arm was drawn over your head, elevating some of the pain you felt like a band around your forehead, pushing against your temples, stabbing into your skull on occasion.
All you wished for was a little peace and quiet. A wish that was denied when Otis came barging in under loud noises. The soles of his boots creaked, his clothes rustled, the gun in his hands clicked and he was cursing. None of it quiet.
He was followed by Baby who wasn’t nearly as loud, but neither was she quiet. She chuckled as she came to stand in the doorway and observed you. “Bloody dark,” you heard Otis say, then flinched when he switched the light on. You drew your arm even tighter over your face, covering your eyes which you squeezed shut tight.
“I need some goddamn release, babe,” you heard him say. Then felt how his hands were upon your thighs, prying them apart until he pushed himself roughly in between them. “Open up those pretty eyes, sweet cheeks.”
When you refused, you felt his grip falter. “Open up, sweetpie,” he tried again, his voice growing darker. Like a warning.
You heard a huff, then felt his grip on you tighten.
Behind Otis, you heard Baby push herself away from the doorpost. “She ain’t into it, Otis,” she said. You heard her footsteps and the sound of her voice coming nearer to you.
“What’s wrong?” Otis asked, but it was met with silence. “Is she broken or something?” Must be to Baby. “Are you broken?” Otis asked gruffly, this time obviously to you. You felt a slap against your inner thigh, then felt how he moved out from between your legs with a growl.
“Let me guess,” Baby said, her sweet voice near your ear. She must be leaning forward to you, you guessed, for you felt her hot breath roll against your ear. “You’re having a headache,” here she hesitated to give you a once-over, then licked her lips. “And you’re on your period.”
You grunted, and Baby straightened again with a smile. “See!” she said, sounding way too happy. “I am a real people person!” Yeah, when those people are toys you can play with or dead, you thought grumpily.
But the fact was, you were suffering from a really nasty migraine attack. It had crawled upon you all too slowly, and yet you hadn’t noticed it had until it was there. Your head hurt, it throbbed and was pierced all at once. Your tummy hurt, your abdomen squeezing painfully while the first of your monthly blood was violently brought forth. Really nothing was pleasant about this situation. You felt tired, angry, sick. Moody to a point you didn’t even want to meet yourself at this stage. Could they not fuck off and leave you here to die?
Well, not really die, but… You felt horrible, and not at all in the mood for anything. You just wanted to lie there until the pain inside your head faded and the ache in your belly subsided.
“Then we can fuck in the dark,” Otis said, the words instantly followed by the clicking of the light switch. Darkness surrounded you once more. You heard Baby click her tongue, probably shaking her head.
“Yeah, you do whatever,” you heard her say. “I’m off to my own room. Come join me if you want some daylight fun.” Then she was gone.
The bed dipped again as Otis came to sit over you, a knee pressed at either side. He dipped his head forth. Warm hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from your face until your arms were trapped above your head. You felt how his long hair tickled your skin before his warm lips were placed over yours, capturing them in a kiss.
So he was truly doing this? You gasped once the kiss broke and opened your eyes to stare up at him in the darkness the room provided. The vague outline of his shape was visible, like an angry grey silhouette that moved in the dark. Only, his shape was filled with colorful blocks, little colored lights that your head filled in despite the darkness. A method of torture, you were sure. A reason you hated to have headaches like these. Even with the lights out, your eyes still managed to hurt, and in effect, so did your head.
“You’d better not be fucking with me,” the angry growl came from above you, where Otis sat up to take off his top. You could hear him unzip his pants before his hands sought yours to unzip them as well. He started to tug them down your hips. “If this headache stuff is just bullshit,” he warned you.
“It’s real,” you croaked, then flinched as you tried to look at him. “I wouldn’t fake-“ you flinched again, then tried to wiggle when you noticed he was trying to take your underpants down. The attempt was miserable. Your hips hardly moved. Your head spun too wildly to coordinate your body.
Then you felt how his hand came to rest between your thighs, pushing them apart. A slap of his palm against your bare cunt alerted you that he had succeeded in taking your pants off. A growl escaped your lips as you arched your back again. A finger slid roughly into your slit, pressing deep until you felt his knuckle. His nail scraped past your sensitive walls that instantly fluttered around the digit, earning you a rough laugh. “Not want this, eh?” you heard Otis say. “Liar.”
You gasped again, arching your back. A wet squelch was heard when he retracted his finger till only the tip was inside, then he pushed in again.
“I said no,” you gasped, breathlessly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m bleeding.”
“So?”
That caught you speechless. Because indeed. So? So what? Why wasn’t he bothered by it?
And then you reminded yourself who you were dealing with here. If anyone wouldn’t be repulsed by blood, it would be this artistic murderer. While you were still in a daze, he kneeled between your legs. A sinful sound came from your cunt when his lips engulfed your sensitive bud. You felt his lips upon you, joining his finger while he pumped, eagerly suckling your clit and licking your cunt. as if he were hungry for your blood. You gasped, this time in pleasure, then you moved your arms down until your hands came to rest on the top of his head. Your fingers curled in the strands there before tightening and pulling him closer, effectively forcing him to slobber and suck and nip at your aching cunt until you had your fill.
He lapped at you eagerly, desperate for the nectar that spilled from your core. Slick mingled with blood. Your womb clamped painfully inside of you, but the pleasure was making the sensation more and more bearable until you’d forgotten your period pain completely.
You were moaning, guiding Otis up and down and closer. His nose against your pussy lips while his tongue dove in deep. His finger was joined by another. The two thick digits curled and twisted inside of you. And then, when he considered you ready enough for him, he jerked from your grip and sat up between you.
He propped your legs up and over his shoulders and nearly folded you in half as he bent over you. The tip of his hard cock, throbbing and dripping pre-cum, pressed against your opening, then slid in without little resistance. Both of you cried out in tandem while you felt him bottom out. A growl escaped Otis, and you saw the white glint of his gritted teeth in the dark.
Otis’s hands were upon your arms, gripping you while he set a steady pace. Slick sounds filled the room while you shortly worried about staining the bed. A stupid notion, you thought. The bed had been stained by the blood of so many others before you.
Otis was a murderer after all. An Artist. A lover of gore.
No wonder he took you with such fervor while your blood spread across his shaft. Your pussy was sensitive, more than you remembered it to have ever been before. It pulsed around his shaft, milking him, begging for each and everything he could give.
You heard how it affected him. How his low grunts and husky curses became more passionate and more desperate with each thrust and with each pull of your cunt. All too soon, he had you arching your back in pleasure while an orgasm washed over you. Your nipples peeked against your shirt, your cunt clenched down tight. And still he kept thrusting.
“Fuck,” he groaned. It took him more effort to enter you when you clamped down on him like a vice. He had to forcibly pull back his cock and slam it in again, time after time, until the head of his cock hit a pleasurable spot deep inside and your walls started to flutter again.
Your toes curled with delight. He fucked you through your first orgasm, and onto the next. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, but he was thrusting mercilessly, pounding you deep and hard, battering that sweet spot deep inside of your cunt until you saw stars again. This time not from the migraine. These were the stars of horny pleasure. Stars of eroticism. Of sheer luck.
Of him giving you his essence.
Because you felt it. Felt how his hips stuttered and how his warm cum shot deep inside. You heard his hoarse yell, the obscenities he uttered while his hands sought your face and cupped your cheeks.
Then you felt how his lips captured yours in a kiss. His hips pressed tight against yours, his softening cockhead nudging your cervix with the last spasms of his orgasm. Then he slid out.
“Fuck, I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime,” Otis said while he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. You squinted your eyes when he clicked on the bedside lamp, and quickly hid your face behind your arms again. Okay, so the migraine hadn’t gone away. But the pain in your lower region had been replaced by the soft tingling of your afterglow. That was an improvement.
You watched through half-lidded eyes how Otis smirked down at you. He was still undressed, pants tucked to his ankles while yours were discarded halfway across the room. Then he bent over and dipped a finger into a pool of juices that stained the sheets. You watched, mesmerized, as he lifted his finger. He held it in front of his eyes to study it. The bright red blood glinted in the light of the lamp.
Then his eyes turned to you, a similar glint within them, while a smile spread on his lips. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna do this again, pumpkin.” You parted your lips to protest, but he saw the attempt and quickly interfered. “Na-ah,” he tusked you patronizingly so. “Need I remind you? You’re mine.”
And then he was upon you again. His lips ravishing yours in a fiery kiss. Besotted with twisted love and hungry for more of your blood.
He was inside of you before you could protest. And you knew, your life would never be the same again.
#Otis Driftwood x Reader#Otis driftwood x you#Otis B driftwood#Otis Driftwood#house of a 1000 corpses#the devil's rejects#rob zombie#I wanna star in your next movie but you'll never read that tag and I don't mind#Otis B. Driftwood x Reader#Otis B Driftwood x Reader#Otis x you#Otis x Reader#Reader insert#Slasher x Reader#Reader x Villain#Reader x Otis B Driftwood
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Why do a lot of you slasher x reader writers constantly default the "reader insert" as petite? I know a lot of the slashers are quite tall and big but smh not everyone in this community is under 5'5 and skinny
"the taller man looked down at you and picked you up SO easily and threw you up in the air and his jacket was SOOO big on you" NO tf it WASNT and NO tf he did NOT ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ tall/muscular/fat fic readers cant have shit in detroit
#the funniest are the herbert west or lester sinclair fics#''you went up on your TIPPY TOES to kiss his forehead'' laughing my ass off what are you talking about#they're about 5'6/5'7 ?? damn how short are YALL??????#thomas hewitt x reader#michael myers x reader#jason voorhees x reader#slasher x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#bo sinclair x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#lester sinclair x reader#ghostface x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#billy lenz x reader#otis driftwood x reader#herbert west x reader
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Mayyy I order some more Creepypasta headcanons but with Slendy this time?? I don’t mind if u wanna add any more characters but I really want some slendy in there lol
Authors note: Sure thing! I love Slendy too and I was gonna write him in my last Creepypasta headcanons but it would’ve been too long. So this will be a continuation to the other kissing headcanons. (Also sorry this took so long)
Characters: Slendy, LJ, and Helen
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Uhh surprisingly non?? Unless sharp noses and sharp teeth should be a warning
🧍Slenderman 🧍
(as u may tell, I’m running out of ideas on the emojis)
-Does he have a mouth???
-Pretending that he does, I feel like he would love giving you head/forehead kisses
-He would prefer receiving kisses rather than giving them tho (definitely not because he canonically doesn't have a mouth)
-But it's kinda hard for him to show that
-Like imagine you trying to leave before kissing him goodbye, most likely cuz you forgot, and he just won't let you leave
-He won't tell you why tho, he'll just let you figure it out until you kiss him
-He's also BIG on giving you a good squeeze after a kiss
-Idk there's just something about him that screams "I will hug you."
-Definitely likes carrying you rather than him leaning down to kiss you
-hurts the poor old man's back
-Buuut if you find it attractive when someone taller than you leans down to listen to you better
-He will 100% know that
-And 10000% use that to his advantage to kiss you in any way
-He also doesn't care if you kiss him in front of other people or not
-He's Slenderman, like, no one would even think about teasing him about it
-Except Sally of course
-would probably love -if you wear makeup- for you to leave a kiss mark on the collar of his suits
🍬 Laughing Jack 🍬
-Just so you know, his pointy nose is DEFINITELY getting in the way sometimes
-Like that thing can poke your eye out
-That being said, he sometimes likes to poke you on the cheek with his nose
-Probably does it when asking for a kiss tbh
-Loves to bare his sharp teeth at you to try and get a reaction out of you when going in for a kiss
-But you kiss him anyway, bc, cmon. Those teeth are 😮💨
-ANYWAY, he gives me cuddle bug vibes
-Like if he really wants to, he’ll hold you as tight as he can without killing you and kiss you all over your face
-TALL BOI
-So he prob likes it when you have to get on your tip toes to kiss him
-will stand up completely straight just to see you struggle to reach him
-He also loves it when he rests his chin on your head after a kiss
-Doesn’t mind kissing in a public setting and doesn’t care about getting teased from the other pastas
-Soooo, if he’s sitting down, expect to be pulling onto his lap from time to time
-Only if ur ok with it tho
-He doesn’t like to see you uncomfortable in any way
-A sucker for giving you kisses on your neck
-He just gives that vibe that he’s into neck kisses yknow?
-keeps his claws sway from you as you two kiss (he doesn’t wanna hurt you on accident)
🎨 Bloody Painter 🖌️
-More likely than not, you’d have to be the one to initiate a kiss from him
-It’s very very very rare for him to be the one to kiss you first in a day
-Though when he does kiss you first, know it’s super meaningful
-He struggles to show affection due to his upbringing
-I also feel like his kisses would always be short but sweet
-But if your the one to initiate a kiss, he’ll definitely be very passionate about it
-Even if he doesn’t initiate kisses all that much
-He likes to just be leaning or be pressed up against you
-Like when watching a movie on a couch or something
-He’ll prob just use you as a back rest lol
-I also feel like he isn’t the biggest fan of neck kisses but also doesn’t mind them
-Although he’ll never admit it, he adoresss it when you kiss him on his forehead
-It’s just so domestic to him it feels great
-Especially when you rub his arms up and down as you do it
-He’ll quite literally melt but try his best to keep his composure
#creepy pasta#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta x reader#slenderman#slenderman x reader#slenderman x you#laughing jack#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#bloody painter#helen otis#bloody painter x reader#helen otis x reader#creepy pasta x reader
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Otis Driftwood x reader SMUT
Afab reader, degration, p in v, hair pulling, mentions of stockholm syndrome, biting, slight bdsm
500 words
Your whole body was sore with a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Your face was buried into the sheets of the bed, tears from a mix of pain and pleasure falling onto the soft fabric.
You gripped the sheets as your capture pounded into you at a brutal pace. "Otis-" you said quietly before a receiving a sharp slap to your ass. "I said be quiet." He said sternly, continuing to roughly thrust into you.
"Or are you to stupid to remember what I said? Hm?" He asked with a cruel smile. You just moaned and gripped the sheets. "Well? You stupid or somethin'?" He asked in an annoyed voice when you didn't answer.
He roughly slapped your ass and quickly gripped your hair, pulling your head up roughly. "I asked you a damn question! Are. You. Stupid?" He asked sternly, tightly gripping your hair.
"Y-yes"
You said quietly, barely being able to think as he roughly thrusted into at a brutal pace.
"That's what I thought" he said with a smirk and let go of your hair, letting your head fall back into the sheets.
He began thrusting faster, roughly gripping your hips hard enough to hurt. He pushed your face farther into the bed, bringing his head down to yours, his hair draping over your face. "You like this don't ya? Being fucked senseless, being nothing more than a fucktoy? Hm?" He said with a cruel smirk.
"But it's not like you had a choice anyway." He said, letting out a laugh. You hated how much you loved this. The man you wished so desperately to escape from soon became the thing you craved.
He moved his head to your neck placing sloppy kisses and love bites along your skin. He left numerous hickeys and marks along your skin before finally biting down at the base of your neck. You yelped at the sudden pain, confused before quickly realizing what happened.
He pulled away with a smirk, looking down at the bite. "You're mine now, mama." He said with a smirk.
His thrusts soon became sloppy as he approached his orgasm. You weren't far behind. He moved one of his hands to your clit, you moaned into the pillow, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
After a few thrusts he came undone, roughly thrusting into you, shooting his seed deep into you, muttering curses under his breath.
You were quick to follow as he continued his assault on tour clit, letting you ride out your orgasm.
After a few final thrusts he pulled out of you and fell into the bed, pulling you on top of him. He moved your hair to reveal the bite mark on your neck. "You're mine. No one else's. Am I clear?" He asked sternly.
"Yes" you said quietly.
"That's my good girl" he said with a smirk
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♡ᴹʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ...๋࣭ ⭑⚝
⁽ᶜʳᵉᵖᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ⁾
ᴴᵉˡᵉⁿ ⁽ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ⁾
ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ⁻😭 ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰʸ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴶᵉᶠᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴴᵉˡᵉⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗˢ, ᴵ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ⁽ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵗ⁾, ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᶻʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵃʷ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ˢᵗʸˡᵉ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵏᵉᵗᶜʰᵉˢ...
ᵀᵒᵇⁱᵃˢ😻 ⁽ᵀⁱᶜᶜⁱ ᵀᵒᵇʸ⁾
ᴰᵒ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ? ᵀᵒᵇíᵃˢ ⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⁻👩🚒💖, ʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ⁻🤡💔, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ ᵃᵍᵒ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃᵗ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵏᵉᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ...
ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈʳᵃʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ, ⁽ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ 🤭⁾
#fem reader#i am cringe but i am free#i love you#idk man#y/n art#delete later maybe#i draw shit#my art <3#sillyposting#help 💀#ticci toby#creepypasta#bloody painter#ticci toby x reader#bloody painter x reader#tobias erin rogers#helen otis#my art#🦈 anon#😭🔫#idk how to tag this#jesus christ#jesus loves you#my draws#ibispaintx#x reader#y/n#i wish you all the best#i love it#i am so tired
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Horror characters with an s/o who's love language is biting
So I'm sorry for barely posting anything in forever I've just been in a bit of a funk for awhile. Anyway @k1nn1e-0n-ma1n was super insistent I write this so shout out to him and his Bo Sinclair brain rot. This also was slightly inspired by @osirisisv RZ Michael Myers drawing.
Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, and Doomhead
Warnings: Violence kind of, Bo and Otis being a perverts kind of
Bo Sinclair
Lester was a biter as a child and Bo has a very high pain tolerance so you biting him doesn't hurt it just surprises him. He honestly didn't know what you did until he looked over and saw you biting his hand.
"The fuck are ya doin'?" He'll ask verbatim. He's not mad, he's just confused as to why at 5:47 on a Tuesday during him watching reruns of some 80's show you decided to bite him.
When you say it's a love language he immediately thinks it's a sex thing. You will quickly shut that down and he'll get a little less excited.
"I still don't understand why ya did that darlin." He'll say before pulling you either on top of him or underneath him and just holding you so you can't bite him again.
On occasion he'll let you bite him again, but if you do it when he doesn't want you too he'll storm off to wherever and ignore you until you make it up to him.
RZ Michael Myers
He has a very high pain tolerance but when he feels you biting him he'll immediately push you off of him or put you in a headlock. He won't let you out either unless you beg him.
He is very confused as to why you bit him, because to his understanding you're not supposed to hurt the people you love.
He's going to probably disappear for a few days to think this over, and because he doesn't want you to bite him again for a little bit. But he'll come back more understanding.
You can bite him, but only when he's prepared and you're willing to 'play fight' because let's be honest, play fighting with Michael is basically him thinking he's playing and you fighting for you life. Could put you in head lock again.
He honestly might just roll up his sleeve and indirectly ask you to bite him. But this will happen after a lot of talking about how biting him means you're not trying to hurt him you just love him.
Otis Driftwood
"Did you just fucking bite me?" He asks you. And honestly no matter where you bite him it's a bad idea because he would taste like cigarettes, blood, and dirt.
Will be mad until you explain you do it because you love him and he'll laugh. Will also think it's a sex thing but you quickly shut that down. He's a little disappointed but doesn't mind too awfully much.
He doesn't mind as long as you give him a proper warning before you do it. If you catch him off guard he'll honestly pull his arm or whatever part of him you bit and leave you alone for a few hours at the least
Because he's a little freak he'll ask you to try and bite him harder than you normally do it to see how much pain he can handle. You can probably draw blood before he tells you to stop.
Overtime he learns to love it and honestly doesn't mind too much anymore. If a victim tries to or actually bites him he'll laugh and tell you about it later. "Don't worry honey, they weren't as good as you."
Doomhead
He’s not exactly lucid all the time so he might not realize you’re biting him at first. When he does realize it he pulls his hand away and laughs about it. "Do I taste good to you or something sweetheart?"
Will tease you about it non-stop. Brings it up all the time even if there's nothing to do with it currently. He'll have a hard time understanding that you're doing it "out of love".
He might honestly buy you a dog chew toy as a joke if you bite him often enough. Or like one of those baby teething toys. He will laugh so hard about it, especially if you get embarrassed about it.
That's not to say he doesn't like when you bite him. He can find the repetitive feeling calming and it honestly might make him feel more lucid at times. But he'd never ask you to do it. He might gives you hints though
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