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im-his-druidess · 8 months

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Listen ok this might be a bit weird lol but omg

Thomas and any other slashers you'd like to write for this with a reader who has an oral fixation. And this doesn't even have to be sexual. Slasher notices that she's almost always nibbling, biting, sucking her fingers, jewelry, etc.

Are the slashers curious? Do they want her to suck on their fingers? Are they worried about the cleanliness? I've always had this little idea in the back of my mind lol

Definitely an interesting thought...

Bo Sinclair

His mind would immediately be in the gutter. He would catch on pretty quick and would gladly offer his...services. Would find great enjoyment in just watching you mouth at whatever is closest to you. Finds it erotic and slightly endearing (Although he would never admit that part out loud...unless it's to tease you)

Vincent Sinclair

Would be more curious than Bo, but his mind would also eventually go to what else he could put in your mouth. (I fully believe he is a touch-starved sex fiend and nothing will change my mind) Would spend more time staring at you as you nibble/suck/chew on whatever you find and he more than likely has a few sketches of you doing so.

Michael Myers

Doesn't seem to care, but some items he will rip out of your mouth because he deems it "unsafe". Will absolutely randomly shove his fingers inside your mouth curiously before getting riled up and shoving you to your knees while pawing at his pants.

Otis Driftwood

Absolutely makes fun of you. Calls you names, some are pretty creative, before offering to give you something to keep your mouth busy. Anytime he sees you start to nibble or suck on random things he's immediately palming himself through his pants and dragging you closer. Is perhaps trying to condition you to seek him out when you want something in your mouth.

Luigi Largo

Secretly finds it endearing, but will gut anybody who hears him say it. Will buy you whatever fidget toys you want, numerous necklaces that you can safely put in your mouth, and will threaten Pavi when he starts making lewd comments. Although it does give him some ideas...

Thomas Hewitt

Is transfixed almost immediately by this habit of yours. Will poke at your lips or cheek when you spend a while gnawing on something, prompting you to give your mouth a break, and he will make all sorts of racket and threatening rumbles if Hoyt (or anyone else) says something inappropriate. Will awkwardly but earnestly massage your jaw if you complain about it being sore. Just finds it fascinating.

Brahms Heelshire

Is curious about your habit and will even try to chastise you for putting random things in your mouth. Chewing on your necklaces isn't "ladylike" and he will pout about it before you explain to him that it's something you really can't control. He then will start finding random things to gift you that you could use instead and will stare at you the entire time. Mind definitely goes to the gutter and he will eventually start shoving his fingers in your mouth hopefully.

Jason Voorhees

Is at a loss on what to do or act. Will snatch things away from you if he thinks it's dangerous or dirty, will stare at you for an almost uncomfortable amount of time, but will ultimately try to find things for you to keep you distracted that he deems "safe". His mind does go into the gutter but he won't act on his urges out of shame or embarrassment. Will bring you items from his victims to see if it's something that will help you. Will pat your head or nudge your shoulder if he finds you doing it without thought.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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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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berteder0 · 2 months

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New pfp, coquette Otis if you will

Just a doodle really, but I wanted a new pfp

#house of a 1000 corpses #otis driftwood

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mo0nlyte · 1 month

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Good morning, here's some horror shit

Warning, this isn't like anything nice or woohoo cute soft Sawyers today

We are getting into the thick of it, lessgo

Y'know, there's something I've noticed,

I've heard people say

"Horror is grotesque, something you want to kill and get rid of, but it won't ever die"

But that's not all true??

Horror is grotesque, horrific, downright disgusting

But at some points

You feel sorry for them.

Brahms? Psychotic parents.

Sinclair's? Downright narcissistic parents.

The Sawyers? Horrible parenting, or generational trauma.

Jason? Horrible peers.

Michael? Horrible parents.

It all comes down to how they were raised, or situations these children couldn't get out of.

Horror isn't a disgusting thing always.

It's a cry for help, a sad thing. A "Wait, THAT happened to them?"

Why? Sawyers? Killing for food. Michael? Mentally unwell, and/or in a cult and no longer human. Jason? Following his mom, and or getting revenge for her death. Brahms? Severely lonely, and scared/mentally unwell. Like do I need to go on??

And don't get me started on of house of 1000 corpses. That's some shit that's all of their faults. And not only that, it's full of just.. well it's kinda hard to put in words? Like you can't tell me some generational trauma isn't there granted captain Spaulding is a pretty decent dad, and Otis is a pretty good big bro, and mama firefly is pretty.. well decent? Other than the murder I mean.

Horror is horror because of the scary part, yeah.

But horror is realizing this all could've been avoided. It all could've been fixed.

But you are how your parents raise you.. or lack of.

And that's not even going into the Hewitt's, Lenz, any ghostface, Hills have eyes, or house of 1000 corpses (in detail), or even Carrie white like??

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #michael myers #house of a 1000 corpses #house of wax #brahms the boy #jason voorhees #horror writing #but like why is all new horror so shit old 70s horror actually had decent plots and you felt bad for all of them now its just cheap scares

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lose-your-fuckin-illusion · 1 year

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Rob Zombie with the House of 1000 corpses movie cast

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pumpkinpowder · 1 year

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more Commissions that I worked on! I love these ones so much I had a blast!💛

#slashers #slasher #slasher art #the boy #brahms heelshire #house of a 1000 corpses #baby firefly #commission

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shakedog · 4 months

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I can wear the 'jesus loves you but i dont go fuck yourself' t-shirt and be a sex symbol bc I know what it represents. the average edgy atheist wearing that on the street hasn't even seen the devil's rejects and only saw the shirt on etsy and found it funny. but when I wear it it's so different and NOT cringe and so hot.

#otis driftwood #the devils rejects #house of a 1000 corpses #bill moseley #rob zombie #jesus loves you

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slut--for-love · 3 months

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Could you do an Otis driftwood x reader, with smut, if that's ok with you, and any type of plot 😊

I got you I got you ps have a fantastic day …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

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Otis also calls you some degrading names but in a loving way and owning you I guess??

You and Otis were at some random party in some dingy run down house, he left you in some random room to go watch some fight in the kitchen between two douchebags who were probably fighting for a idiotic reasons

You soon grow bored waiting for him to come back and decide to go on the phone otis recently gave you to show his trust in you. As you scroll through some app a random man walks up to you

He looked like your typical attendant at parties like these his hair was greasy he had what looked like to be a poor attempt at a beard and his breath reeked to booze

'You come here often" he said trying to start a conversation You gave him a small glance and then looked back at your phone continuing to scroll apparently he couldn't take the hint and continue to talk

He tells you his name is Jack you let out a sigh and tell him your name, having nothing better to do "y/n" the man smiles wide at finally getting a proper response out of you and decides to try and shoot his shot

"what's a pretty little thing like you doing all by yourself" he says with the best charming smile he could muster. You give the man another glance "I'm not I'm here with my boyfriend" you inform him "well if I was your boyfriend I wouldn't leave you here all by yourself"

"I mean what type of shit boyfriend would just leave here" he says moving is arm towards you. You look up at him as he touches your hip. you're about to say something but before you can a hand grabs the man's wrist

Jack turns to look at the person who had the gall to touch him only to be met with an extremely pissed off otis "the fuck man let go" Jack say trying to pull his arm away "what the hell you think your doing" otis asks the jack

"trying to get laid what it look like?" Jack spits out at otis as he rips his hand out of his grip. otis lets out a chuckle before punching jack in the throat. Jack's taken back for a second before he tries to hit otis back but before he can otis tackles into the ground and proceeds to punch him repeatedly

You step in and grab otis shoulder "can we please just go" otis finally turns his attention towards you and stands up and roughly grabs your wrist "don't start thinking you're not in trouble either" he says in a harsh tone

The ride back to the house was silent and long but when you arrive otis quickly stops the car and drags you out he walks to your guy's shared room. Once inside the room he pushes you on the bed

"what type of fucking slut are huh?" He says as he pulls your shorts down "I leave for just a second and you're trying to get some dick from a stranger" he roughly smacks your thigh you let out a yelp in surprise

He pulls you over his lap and smacks you ass hard. You let out a cry in response "your just some unfaithful bitch ain't you" he says as he lays another smack to your behind "you didn't even try to shut him down" he hits you a third time

"i-im sorry" you cry out otis hits you yet again"I'm sure you are" he mumbles. He hits you a few more times before taking you off his lap and putting you back on to the bed. He quickly climbs on top of you and takes off your shirt and fills you over

You can hear him rush to take off his pants. you feel the bead shift from behind you as he pulls down your underwear with no warning or preparation at all he shoves himself inside of you with a quick and hard thrust

You let out a scream as he stretches you out he doesn't give you much time to adjust as he begins to move at a quick and hard pace you feel him bend over you as he grabs you hair and gives a hard pull

"is this what you want you skank for him to fuck you like this" he says as he pulls your hair back again "n-no ah-h" you say between moans

Otis slaps your thigh as hard as he can "yeah right" otis says as he hits your thigh again "You're just a slut and you know it" you can't see him but you can tell he has a wicked smile on his face "you'd open your legs for anything that breaths" otis picks up his pace "think I should put you back in your place"

You can feel your orgasm building up as otis smacks your thigh and tugs your hair at the same time his pace is rough and fast and it hurts but you don't want it to stop it hurts too good

"a-ah close ah" you moan out otis then begins to slow his pace and you let out a confused moan "disobeying pets don't get to cum" otis says in a taunting away you let out a cry in frustration "way don't you be good and tell me what you did wrong" otis says as he pulls your hair

"well go on" you can tell his smirking just by the tone of his voice "I -I didn't shut him down" you feel another smack to your thigh "what else" you swallow a lump in your throat "i didn't obey" otis begin to rub your thigh on the spot he smacked "that's right"

Otis begins to pick his pace back up and leans over you. You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder as otis bites down on it. "Ah-a" you feel him lick the spot he just bit you feel yourself drawing close yet again "I'm gonna c-um" You hear otis breath pick up "well then let's do it together" he says you

You close your eyes as the feeling quickly washes over you and not long after you feel Otis release inside you and let go of your hair as you fall onto the mattress and try to collect your breath.

Otis pulls out and flips you over and lines himself up to your entrance yet again, You give him a look and he lets out a chuckle "what you didn't think we were done did you?" he said with a curl smirk

#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood x reader #otis x reader #house of a 1000 corpses

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