#otis driftwood imagine

[venus-haze]

Pretty Tied Up (Otis Driftwood x Reader)

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

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

Word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s nice,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on,” he said.

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

“Alright, now turn around.”

“Wh-What?”

“I ain’t got all night.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

telling the slashers you want to crack their skull open and look inside

mentioned: bo sinclair, otis driftwood, baby firefly, vincent sinclair

warnings: mentions of knives, mentions of death, just the reader being a little bit morbid as you can tell from the title

a/n: so this is kind of inspired by the song 'inside your mind' by the 1975. i just wanted to write how the slashers would react if their s/o were to outwardly tell them this cos i think it would be funny

bo sinclair

when you say this to bo, it's when you're both lying in bed together

you're head is on his chest and you're thinking about how little he tells you of what goes on in his head

"sometimes i want to crack open your skull and look inside," you say to him

now, he knows you would never do anything to hurt him and if you ever did, he could easily overpower you, but that doesn't mean he isn't unnerved by your admission

he's never heard something so morbid come out of your mouth before, so he's definitely thrown a little off balance by you saying it

"i shoulda kept your mouth glued shut," he eventually sighs, although he still isn't 100% sure you aren't actually going to attempt it

otis driftwood

you're sitting together in his room watching tv when you say this to him

you're not really paying much attention to the tv, mostly because you're wondering if you could ever possibly guess some of the thoughts that pass through otis's mind

over the time that you'd been together, it had become obvious to you just how intelligent and creative he was and it honestly made you curious to know what was inside his mind

the moment the words leave your mouth, otis is immediately reaching for his knife which prompts you to assure him that you don't mean it literally

you tell him that you just want to know everything that goes on inside his mind to which he kind of just looks at you with a slightly horrified expression on his face

"if you even attempt to come near my skull, i'm puttin' this knife straight through your fuckin' throat. got it?"

baby firefly

she kinda relates

although she quickly goes on a tangent about when she actually looked inside someone's head one time and saw what was there

she's blissfully unaware of how utterly grossed out you are as she gives you a vivid description of what is actually inside someone's mind

it ultimately ends with you no longer wanting to know what's inside baby's mind because you'd simply be too disturbed to find out

vincent sinclair

you're watching him work when you suddenly say the words to him

he's quite alarmed at first, unsure about whether or not you actually mean it

he doesn't really move or anything, he kind of just stands there motionless, watching you nervously

immediately noticing his unease, you clarify that you admire his creativity and are simply curious to see what goes on inside his mind

he's flattered by this but he doesn't offer you a response and just turns back to his work, letting you watch him again in peace

[Main Masterlist]

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

2, 18, and 34 with Otis Driftwood? <3

Certainly anon! Thank you for the request! The prompts anon chose for this request are as follows: Prompt 2: "Is that my shirt?" Prompt 18: "My dumb little bunny" Prompt 34: "Do you like my hand around your throat?"

Notes: Minors DNI, No specific reader descriptions or pronouns. Kinda short ish but I like how it turned out.

TW: Otis is a trigger warning within himself, Canon typical violence. Smutty themes.

"Is that my shirt?"

Yours eyes pried themselves away from the pages of your book as you looked up at Otis who was standing in the doorway to his bedroom. You were perched up on his bed in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of your underwear.

"And if it is?" You remarked with a small smile "Not like you really wear shirts around here anyway"

"Bunny, Don't be a smartass"

"I'm not being smart, it's the truth, even Baby tells you that you need to start keeping a shirt on"

Your eyes flicked back down to the pages of your book and you didn't see him approaching the bed. He grabbed your ankles softly and tugged you toward him so that your legs were hanging off the bed and he was standing between them.

"My dumb little bunny thinks you can run your mouth huh?"

His hand came up to rest on the dip where your shoulder meets your neck. The pad of his finger brushed over the pulse point as you peered up at him through lidded lashes.

"Otis..."

"Words Bunny, use 'em"

"You're not playing fair" He laughed at this.

"Not playing fair? Bunny your the one not playing fair, laid up here in my shirt and nothing else"

His hand worked it's way up the side of your neck. Once he got it to a place he seemingly liked, he gave your neck a squeeze. You gasped at the sensation which made Otis smirk.

"Do you like my hand around your throat? huh Bunny?"

"Yes Otis"

"That's my bunny, my good little bunny yeah?"

"Yes Otis, only for you"

"We got about an hour until dinner's ready and mama says if we're late again it's our asses, what do you think we can get up to in an hour bunny?"

You grin at him as he matches it. The both of you staring into each other's soul as your lips inch closer and closer until they meet. When you pulled part you spoke.

"I mean, I think the question is what can't we get up to in an hour?"

Otis lets out a laugh as now both his hands find themselves settling on your neck. He squeezes rougher before pushing you back onto the bed. He moves over you and straddles your hips as his hands now hold you wrists above your head.

"Oh bunny, in that case we're just getting started."

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[myers-meadow]

Writer of mine. I can’t even begin to describe how much I need Otis. Like, I wanna leave red scratch marks down his back *wink wink* wanna hear him call me any petname he can think of. Uhhhhg. so, here’s a scenario in my head rn

imagine, it’s early asf, and your just waking up. You were having a sleepover with baby, but you woke up before her. Atm, your making some coffee, while Otis is slowly walking in. He’s not wearing a shirt, he’s stretching too, yknow showin off 👀

and, imagine, just imagine, while he’s mid stretch, you look at him, and without missing a beat go

“Well your lookin submissive and breedable today, huh?”

and he just

stops

“…submissive..?..and…breedable..?”

you nod slowly, keeping eye contact while setting your coffee mug aside.

He’s frozen, cause you’ve never really, straightforwardly flirted with him. Sure he heard from baby about your crush, but, now your being so forward.

does he like it?! Does he act upon the thoughts I know he’s having?!

…does he take your walking abilities away 👀

ahhhhh I’m too horny for that stupid rat man/pos

❎-

💞 FRIEND 💕

Poor Otis,,, can't even get some snack from the kitchen in his own home without Baby's bestie plagueing him in the middle of the night;;;

I am kidding :)).

I hope you have good stamina, because you're getting chased around the kitchen table and he's gonna grab you to show you just who he thinks is submissive...

Holding in laughter, trying to be quiet, hoping you don't wake anyone, choking out a laugh and giving in once you knock over a half-empty carton of orange juice, Otis tugging at the hem of your pyjama shirt, it's gotten sticky but he doesn't mind, it's hard to get away from him then...

He wrestled you to the floor, into the puddle of juice, and tickles you. That's not at all what you were expecting, or hoping, and instinctively you swat him away, fight him off. It's all play fighting of course, but once you get serious, and out of breath, and you knee him in the thigh just a bit too close for comfort - he's on you, holding you down. He may look wiry, but he's stronger than he looks, and has you swooning all over again, as you stare up at him from the uncomfortable kitchen floor. He leans down enough for the tips of his hair to hang down to the sticky floor.

Who makes the first move?

If you're brave, you will. He has the patience of a lion laying in wait, he wants to outlast you, it makes him feel wanted. So, you do, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. It gets heated quick, and if you caught you breath before, you're gasping for air again the moment he lets up and moves to whisper filthy things in your ear.

To get all the juice off, the only option is to take a shower together. Ah, what torture... 😔🥴

Hopefully this was something to fuel your daydreams ✨💗

xoxo

#ask #anon #otis b driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #otis driftwood imagine #otis b driftwood #im having my own midnight snack right now yayy ;; #staying up late to write and be haunted by otis thoughts;;;

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

hi, how are you?

could you write some headcanons about jesse cromeans (and any other character you want) with a s/o who has the biggest golden retriever / ray of sunshine energy? (always positive, very playful and energetic, very friendly and kind with other people, etc)

thank you so much, have a nice day 💕

Slashers with a Positive/ ray of sunshine s/o:

I'm doing great, dear anon. Been working alot. A 7 day stretch and currently in the tail end of a 5 day stretch. Thank you for asking. I hope you enjoy dear!

Warnings: violence (not towards s/o), fluff

Gender neutral reader

Jesse Cromeans/ Chromeskull

Similiar to Asa, Jesse loves the idea of having a significant other because of the front during his day job. It fits the persona Jesse wants: rich successful man who has everything that you'd want, power, money, an significant other who's by your side.

He doesn't like the idea of you being too involved with his chromeskull activities because of your personal safety (he's already lost an wife, he doesn't want to lose his second chance of love) and the fact that he doesn't want you to lose your bright and bubbly personality by seeing something traumatizing.

While he's on "trips" Jesse always has Span to keep a close eye on you because he knows that he could trust her with keeping you safe.

Jesse doesn't like having Preston around you because of the fact that Jesse can see the way Preston looks at you and how uncomfortable it makes you feel when he questions your relationship with Jesse. (Preston attempting to expose Jesse's chromeskull side to you but not realizing that you already know.)

The way you treat him with love and kindness even though he knows he's a monster makes his heart melt. Especially the way you act when you see him walk through the doors of your shares house after his trips.

Asa Emory

Asa is a rather peculiar man to say the least. When you have such a hobby as Asa does, it does tend to be rather hard to balance his work and personal lives together. This is where you come in.

You're the role of Asa's doting partner during his professional life. Bringing him lunch, attending his work events together, being a part of Asa's "I'm totally normal and I don't kill people and have a collection of them." Ruse.

With your bubbly and bright personality, you have a charm about you that makes his colleagues enjoy your presence. It does surprise them that someone like you is in a relationship with a quiet man like Asa.

For the longest time Asa keeps his collector side away from you because he didn't know how you would respond to being in a relationship with someone as sadistic as him.

Once you do find out, Asa would still keep you away from his "hobby" just in case a potential part of his collection tries to cause you harm. But he would involve you as little or as much as you want to know.

Otis Driftwood

The world's greatest mystery: how does a man like Otis end up in a relationship with someone as bright and loving as you. Hell, even Otis asks himself that question every day.

Otis tends to have a hard time with conveying his emotions and talking about how he feels because he's not used to being in a committed relationship.

For the longest time, Otis got annoyed with how bright and bubbly you were. It's common to hear him say "you're just like baby. A bubbly pain in my ass." He says it affectionately in how own twisted way.

Otis is that meme where the lady says with the cat "I only known them for five minutes and I'd kill anyone in this room for them."

Otis wouldn't want you luring victims to the house because of his jealousy. No body dares to look at or even be around his significant other if he's around. You're his significant other.

Baby Firefly

Similar to Tiffany, Baby is on the positive side- even though she's more of a murderous kind of happy. Baby loves your energy.

You don't sexualize her compared to other people she's encountered. You actually are nice to her and respect her instead of lusting after her because of her beauty.

When the two of you are together around Otis, you both collectively achieve in pissing him off with how happy and loving you are to each other. Mama thinks it's completely adorable that Baby has someone who makes her happy.

You can bet that Baby will teach you how to defend yourself if you haven't already learned how to. Just in case a victim tries to attack you at the house.

Although Baby uses her sexuality and body to lure in potential kills, she would be jealous as fuck if someone gets too touchy Feely with you because you're Baby's to touch on and be flirty with.

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany finds you purely adorable. With your sunny and bright personality and your playful tendencies, Tiffany couldn't help but to enjoy your energy.

Compared to prior relationships she's had *coughCharlescough*, being with you is refreshing to Tiffany because she doesn't feel like she's always the doting, loving partner. She gets to be on the recieving end of your kind loving gestures.

If anyone tries to hurt you, Tiffany will be pissed. If they hurt you, she will most definitely kill them.

Tiffany wouldn't feel comfortable with having you around Charles because of how his personality is an asshole and will try to make you upset because you're so bright and happy.

Glenn and Glenda both adore you because of how warm and welcoming you are towards them and how much you make their mother happy.

Introducing: Albert Wesker

It's a mystery to a lot of his closest colleagues as to how someone as bright and bubbly as yourself ended up with a man like Wesker.

There's been many rumors about how the both of you ended up in a relationship together. Some people say that you were manipulated into being with Wesker while others thought that you were only with him because of his power. They never said it around him though.

Yall radiate the trope where the one person is this scary, will kill anyone who even looks at their ray of sunshine partner.

Wesker is highly protective over you (even though he doesn't really show it around you. But his colleagues can see it.) because of how innocent and bubbly you are and the fact that you're in a relationship with him doesn't help your list of potential threats.

Although Wesker isn't the easiest person to live and be in a relationship with, (especially while dating someone as happy and playful as you) he tries to keep you grounded while you tend to break him out of the "stern, cold personality" and occasionally make him smile/ chuckle with your antics.

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[beoneofus]

𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩

fandom: slashers/house of 1000 corpses

otis driftwood x afab! reader

length: short..ish

warnings: she/they pronouns, nsfw, heavy degrading, man handling ( consensual? ), throat fucking, hair pulling/tugging, humiliation kink, knife usage, blood mention, gore mention ( if I missed anything, I apologize! )

a/n: I'm posting a second imagine within the last two/three hours because I feel like a dirty bitch. hopefully, you all enjoy. / ps. not proof read, sorry for any errors! /

( unedited, 5.4.22 )

“ I said, getch'er fuckin' ass t'work, girly. ”

a rough, scarred hand held messy locks of hair in a vice grip; digits keeping a tight hold on the tresses that weren't even half of an inch away from the person's scalp. “ don't make me fuckin' repeat my damn self again, unless you want this motherfucking knife shoved so far into your damn eye, that your sockets pocket out from the back of yer' fuckin' skull. ” the albino spat, eyes narrowed dangerously down at the person on their knees, in front of him. they gulped silently, while eyeing the sharpened, slightly rusted blade in his other hand.

y/n had never thought a road trip would go this bad. I mean, no trip out of state is perfect, some shit is always bound to happen; but to end up in a psycho killer's house, on your knees, in front of a man that smelled heavily of copper and surprisingly, cheap cologne, was not on someone's agenda. especially not y/n's.

the fact that she had been eyeing him when he was gutting her friend, who wasn't so much of their friend, in front of her, made matters worse. they weren't at all bothered that the bitch got butchered, nor the sight of the guts that spilled from her open stomach, nor that this psychopath had her fucking blood smeared on him, - from the side of his face, to his arms - like some halloween artist dressing up for a holiday party. It was sickening; stomach wrenching.. but it didn't bother them.

they, actually, were turned on by it.

that's exactly why otis, cut her top to smithereens before shoving her onto the hard wood floor. although the newly made rips in her jeans exposed her knees, and they were now digging into the splintered wood, they couldn't find it in themselves to give a fuck. not at all.

they weren't even scared.. she just wanted to lay the part of the helpless victim because it gave them butterflies.

“ that'a good little bitch.. ” otis muttered, smirking down at the person as they used their blood coated fingers to undo the belt that wrapped around though his belt loops. “ wasn't so hard ta' listen, now was it? — go faster! ” he barked, mood suddenly shifting while lips jutted out dangerously. “ don' make me fuckin' wait, y'little cunt. 'm not somebody that waits the fuck around - sure 's hell ain't gonna' do it for some little whore that decides to take their good ol' fucking time. ”

y/n had to hold off at whimpering out at the snappy tone in the blonde's voice. the way his Red eyes stared her down like she was some type of prey, the harshness his voice held, the fact that he had a knife gliding on the side of her head- fuck, it was all so much. by time she was zipping down the zipper to his jeans, her hands began to tremble in need.

“ look at cha', shaking like some pathetic little puppy dog that jus' got it's ass beat! ” throwing his head back, otis obnoxiously barked out a laugh. he didn't know how wrong he actually was, though. “ god, wish I could save this moment forever! seein' y'look so motherfucking terrified is way too good. ”

his words came to a cut, though, once y/n took his half-hardened length into their grip. his head angled downwards, red orbs snapping to stare down at the person before him; his gaze never wavering, in fact only become more stern, once lips met the tip of his cock.

“ god fuckin' damn it.. shit.. ” he hissed quietly. so quiet, that it was barely audible. having somebody actually please him, without them being dead or pulling any funny shit, is something he hasn't received in a while. just watching y/n place small kisses along his cock's head, before opening her mouth and gliding her tongue along the side, down to the base, sent a shiver down his back.

staring up at him with doe like eyes, that still seemed to hold a ‘ scared ’ look, the person in question continued to teasingly give the pale man small brushes of pleasure. small licks up and down his shaft, kissing the tip, even wrapping their fingers around the base and moving them in a massage-like rhythm.. it was nice. otis, though, got impatient quick; this simply wasn't enough.

“ th'fuck did I say about messin' around? ” he growled out lowly, tone dangerously calm, once he yanked her head forward by the roots of their hair. a sound actually left her lips that time, but he paid no mind to it; it didn't even cross in his brain that it could've been a moan. “ get t'work, stupid cunt! ” otis actually aggressed, voice finally raising. “ you don't want that pretty little fuckin' head of yer's on a spike, now do ya'? put that fucking mouth ta' work if you wanna' keep breathing! ”

although she wanted to keep being a little brat, they didn't wait around any longer. listening, y/n opened their mouth and slowly slid the head of his cock in. lips wrapping over the pink flesh, they hummed; eyes closing as gentle suckling occurred. while they began to bob their head at a slow pace, their hand worked to guide up and down the man's girth.

y/n could hear otis inhale sharply in approval, but didn't actually pay attention any further. instead, now caught in the task at hand, she focused on swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip. surface pressing to the slit, only to harshly lip upwards and bounce off. that certainly got a rise out of otis, because the grip on her locks tightened.

the albino himself was having a hard time keeping it together. as they continued taking him in, inch by inch and lick by lick, the more great the sensation got. believe it or not, he's never felt so good in his nearly sixty years of living. this person was skilled with their mouth; way better than he had fucking expected.

“ fuckin' shit.. ” he huffed out, head tilting back enough to where he could stare at the ceiling momentarily, before his lids fell closed. the male trusted hips forward, just a bit, to slide his cock further down the victim's throat and keep with their pace.

y/n let their eyes flutter open. peaking up through their lashes, only to watch as the blonde psychotic enjoyed the pleasure she provided. a smirk threatened to break onto their lips, but she contained herself; opting to move her hand away from his dick, and instead focus on cupping his bare balls.

at that, otis' breath hitched in his throat. all he could think of now, was how daring this bitch really fucking was. shit, other people he's captured in the past were willing to do this, but only because he threatened them. they never went this far; never really went out of their way to make him feel good, at all. this little doe, however, didn't seem to mind sucking him off. he wasn't complaining, but it sure was unusual.

putting that thought aside, though, the blonde male looked back down at the person, who now looked quite smug as they stared up at him with dilated pupils. so she was enjoying it.. interesting.

pressing the flat side of the knife to her left cheek, fingers locked into her hair tightly before his hips snapped forward full force. the person's eyes widened, at the sudden pressured down their throat, but otis' could care less. the sickening smirk that pulled onto his face showed that; he was getting off on taking them off guard, just like he did with everyone else.

“ how 'bout I wipe that fucking look off yer' little face - whaddya' say, cheap shot? ” the albino mused, his brows raising in amusement. pulling back out of her mouth, right until the tip grazed over their bottom lip, before ramming forward once more; length speedily hitting their gag reflex and making her choke. by now, a tear had slid down their face.

“ don't look so fuckin' cocky now, ” he snarled, teeth grinding together as he repeated the action. the person's hands had slid to his thighs; gripping them, as leverage. “ - looks like y'enjoy getting that fucking mouth of yours rocked into; right? you love it, you fuckin' whore, don't you? ” another snap of his hips. more tears cascaded down her cheeks. “ bet you'd fuckin' love it if I dumped my damn seed right into the cockpit of your fuckin' stomach. ”

otis continued thrusting his length in and out y/n's cavern, all while sadistically grinning down at them; small cackles slipping through his lips each time she'd tried to pull back. her gag reflex, clearly, was sensitive, which is exactly why otis enjoyed hitting it over and over. the way her throat would tighten around his cock's head sent him into a frenzy, the tears pouring down her face were absolutely beautiful, and the fact that saliva coated his dick and ran down her chin like a waterfall was a glorious site.

he sure could get used to it.

“ fuckin' christ.. ” otis bit out through a clenched jaw, once his thrusts became sloppy and further apart. “ so close to coating that tongue of your in my seed, you messy fucking bitch. look at you - you look like shit!” a devilish smirk pulled at his mouth while another, loud cackle rang out. “ so pretty, though - you look so good on your fucking knees for me, mamas. ”

y/n's eyelids were falling, vision hazy in a lust filled daze. they enjoyed the wreckage they received from the psychopath - it was nice, being used. they were so very soaked because of it. just the stimulation of it all had the person ready to just swallow his cum greedily.

when he grunted out loudly and slipped out from between y/n's lips, she happily followed suite to opening her mouth when he demanded them to. sliding her tongue out, sicking it out nice and inviting; surface flat. a smile, quite crazed, took over their face as otis finally yelled out and came onto their tongue.

“ fuck-! ” the male hissed, white fluid shooting from his cock and into the mouth of the awaiting victim. watching as most of his sperm ended up on her tongue, while the ladder of it stripped onto her face. it was no doubt the prettiest sight he's even seen, which left him to lazily grin.

swallowing down his load without hesitation, y/n lifted her hand wipe out the remaining substance. bringing her digits up to her mouth, she hummed while licking them clean; sliding a single finger into his mouth to suck the cum off.

unexpectedly, otis took ahold of their forearm, making her look up at him as they were yanked to their feet.

“ never thought I'd see m'self favoring a little bitch like you.. ” the slasher rasped quietly, sliding a hand around the back of her neck to grip it. yanking her close, his lips hovering over their own, he breathed out harshly; red irises staring into the person's surprised ones. “ might just have ta' keep ye' around if you keep blowin' me like that. ”

slowly, a devious smile crept onto their lips. “ I wouldn't mind that.. ”

otis hummed, looking down to their lips. only to press his forward, in a kiss, a second later. “ good.. ”

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #otis driftwood x afab reader #otis driftwood imagine #slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #house of 1000 corpses

[plasmabull]

Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

#slasher memes #slashers x male reader #male! reader #male reader #male!reader #x gn reader #male reader imagine #yautja #rz michael myers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #otis driftwood

[demon-lover-669]

Y/n: *leans down to look at slasher* I told you I’d have you on your knees

Slasher: you called and here I am~

Y/n: good boy~

#slasher x s/o #slasher #slasher x reader #slashers x you #slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagines #slasher x y/n #vincent sinclair x you #slashers x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #slasher headcanons #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #brahms heelshire x reader #billy loomis x gn reader #billy lenz x you #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood x reader #stu macher x reader #bubba sawyer x you #thomas hewitt x reader #jack torrance x reader #chucky x reader #hannibal x reader #jason voorhees x reader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine hiding behind your usual attacker because another one, a worse threat, is after you and your villain won't let that happen. Because you are theirs.

Hiding behind Freddy's back hoping he has something clever up his sleeve, because he always has something clever up his sleeve, it's usually awful but right now you're counting on it.

You have a knife in your hand and part of you is ready to jam it between his shoulder blades as soon as the other one (Freddy, as well, but not Freddy- darker, uglier, something inconceivable about him... ) is not an issue anymore but another part of you is holding onto it to protect him with.

When he glances back at you with a devious smirk and an evil glint in his eye that you're all too familiar with and asks you if you trust him- you even say you do. You're even genuine.

Otis tells you to go to the other room and you do as you're told for once. If he had told you to lay down and play dead on your stomach, you would have done it. This is not a time to argue with him- you know he doesn't want anyone else killing you but him, and right now Foxy is in a terrifying mood where he will, just to spite his brother. You were already slashed with a knife Foxy threw at you, the wound deep through your arm and soaking your shirt with blood so it sticks to your skin. When Otis comes into the room later, he has alcohol, a needle and string.

Against your much better judgement, because you're shaken and Otis is familiar, and right now he has no malice in his eyes, you let him take that needle to your skin and stitch you up. You even take a drink with him afterwards, like old friends.

You know very well that the man in the Ghostface costume is the same one that's been harassing you, chasing you, attacking you for the past week- and the fact that he's slipped out of a dark corner in your home just now when you thought you were alone, should be terrifying.

But when they quickly and efficiently slice the neck of a burglar who was about to grab you, you take the moment to breath out a sigh of relief, regroup, swallow down the terror you just felt (So much more than you ever feel recieving a call from Ghostface)... instead of run. He doesn't move to hurt you at all. Just stands there, watching you.

Something about it is comforting.

When a 'visitor' to Ambrose takes a liking to you and tries to take something that you were not offering, you find yourself wishing Bo was there. You actually call for him, cry out for him in a very desperate moment when you need someone- and somehow he's there just in time. How? He was probably stalking you, watching you... but you don't care. You're thankful he was. He wrenches the man off of you and you feel a swell of warmth (Gratefulness? Relief? ... Pleasure?) watching him slam the guy against a wall.

When he growls out that you're his, something you certainly are not and shouldn't even consider going along with, something that isn't even necessary because he's going to kill the guy anyway, something unhealthy and terrible and gross- you don't know why but your mind goes absolutely blank and you breath out... yes.

#i loveeeee lesser of two evils trope #fvsj has it and i was thinking hmmm but what if it was freddy you wanted to win... #so there. my thoughts #Imagine #Slashers Imagine #Horror Villains Imagine #Slashers x Reader #Horror Villains x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Ghostface #Ghostface x Reader #Otis B Driftwood #Otis B Driftwood x Reader #Bo Sinclair #Bo Sinclair x Reader

[msookyspooky]

Smacking the Slashers on the 🍑

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Severen Van Sickle, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Foxy Coltrane

Bo Sinclair:

- "What in the goddamn hell?!-" He drew out after jolting under the hood of a car. He was bent over, his double cheeked up on a Tuesday ass on full display; how could you not? I hope you got one hell of a good smack too. He deserves it. Use one of the fanbelts on the wall. Make it count cause he's not gonna let you do that often without him getting payback. (Oh, but he smacks yours constantly and that's fine)

- If he hit his head on the hood so help you God you need to run and hide for awhile cause he's gonna rage.

- After the shock wears off that someone just smacked his ass... He gets a smirk on his lips and forgets whatever he's working on. "Oh, ya wanna play, do ya? C'mere." You just gave him incentive to hold you down and let his inner perverted sadist out on your ass. You ain't gonna sit right for the rest of the day. I hope you evade him or it turns to a sex thing...Yeah, it'll be a sex thing.

Vincent Sinclair

- He was so busy sculpting and had his Classical Music on high. You tried to get his attention and when that didn't work you swatted him on the butt. He jumped a foot in the air and you had to duck when he almost accidentally took your head off with whatever tool he was using. You startled the hell out of him!

- He's blushing under his mask but gives you a confused look...He's not mad he's just...Curious why you did that.

- He doesn't get revenge right away. Instead, he'll wait till your busy one day and do it back to you just to see your reaction and if it's a playful one then he's kind of happy about it. Not use to this type of dynamic with anyone

Lester Sinclair

- He was loading or unloading a carcass in the bed of his truck and it had been a boring day so you couldn't help it when you smacked him.

- He let's out the funniest noise, blushing like crazy clutching his rear and asks: "Youch! What was that for?"

- If you let him know it was you being flirty or cheeky; he's just standing there smiling a goofy smile and has an extra pip in his step while he works. He probably won't get revenge (At least not right away) but he will be tickled pink that you liked his ass enough to smack it.

Billy Loomis

- He gets so damn serious and overdramatic with certain things that when he was rummaging for something and irritated he couldn't find it; you decided to make him shut up in the best way you knew how.

- *SMACK* He flinched, his back stiffened and a glare instantly crept onto his face. "...You are so dead."

- You better run. He gets this shit enough from Stu, now you? He secretly enjoys it but he's a lil edgelord that can't let you know that.

- Que him chasing you around the house, jumping over and tripping over furniture to either smack your ass ten times harder or punch you in the arm or hold you down and tickle you till you can't breathe.

Stu Macher

- He is CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. CONSTANTLY. You walk sideways and backwards around him! So when he's sitting on his bed in a weird way on his stomach or something with his ass up? Hell yes you're getting him!

- He either releases a genuine gasp because you took him by surprise or the fakest turned 'aauuugh!' moan to be a smart ass cause he knew what you were gonna do (He liked it. He wanted it. He's a whore like that.)

- He giggled and gave you a sadistic smile. "Oh, that ass is mine!" and the chase is on.

- If he catches you; he is holding you down and goosing and feeling you up just as much as smacking you. He is a giant perv and holding you down while squeezing and spanking your ass is definitely on his cumbucket list im js

- Unlike Billy who knows when enough is enough; Stu does not. Just warning that if he catches you he's turning it into something very fucking horny. He is feeling you up one way or another.

Severen Van Sickle

- He was almost always playful and he would just give you a pat on the ass out of excitement on the regular not even thinking about it. So when you finally returned the favor his whole body stiffened a bit and a smirk formed on his face.

- "Oh?...Ya like what ya see, babydoll?" He'd tease you. Not getting revenge but not letting you run away either. He'd fold his arms in that leather jacket and smirk down at you with a twinkle to his blue eyes. Getting closer, cornering you into the wall with one hand bracing it as he leaned over you.

- "Wanna try that again?" He asked. Hell you weren't sure if it was a warning or genuine glee. Eitherway he wasn't mad he just loved seeing you get flustered.

- He definitely teased the hell out of you the rest of the night. Even telling his family and loving seeing you blush. He secretly wants you to do it again and purposely bends over near you not only to be a teasing ass but because it got him excited. He actually is curious if you have the balls to do it again because if you do that's just fun! He'll make it a big sexy flirty game from here on out...Definitely doing it more in private too.

Baby Firefly

- I would not...That's a level of sadistic crazy you cannot contain but if you did? It's 50/50 how she'd react. Most likely, she'd play it up after you spanked her while she was getting something.

- "The flying fuck was that for?!" She glared and when you get sheepish like she wanted then a grin would appear. "Hey...Are you flirtin' with me, honey? You wanna smack my ass again? C'mon. I know you like it." She will literally expose her ass for you and you aren't sure what to do because she LOVED to manipulate and play mind games to get you submissive with her so...Was this a trap?

- If you do smack her ass again, she's definitely going to make it a 'My turn!' and smack you twice as hard before whispering something sexy in your ear...May or may not lead to a game of ass slap where she's winning and you're running away from her because she hurts!

Otis B. Driftwood

- Grouchest Motherfucker to ever exist unless he really is in a good mood. When he was working on an 'art piece' and was ignoring you on purpose you took the chance of smacking his ass.

- He dropped his needle and thread and glared at you. "...Are you fuckin' serious right now? I ain't got time for this ya lil shit!"

- However. He's full of shit himself saying it because whether you get solemn, bratty, playful, annoyed. Does not matter. He's giving you a 10 seconds headstart and telling you "Run lil rabbit run." With a smirk. Especially as he gets older. Prison made him appreciate the little things including having an S/O that wanted to get frisky.

- Once he catches you, and he will in time, he puts you over his knee whether you're at. Outside in the barn, in the woods, in the damn living room in front of everyone. Does not matter. He will give your ass a few swats from his hand till your squirming while taunting you "Ain't this fun? Ain't this what you wanted?" all before doing it a few more times. He ain't done till your teary eyed and squirming and your ass is blood red. Then he's dipping his hand down. Rubbing soothing circles while whispering naughty praise in your ear. "That's a good lil girl/boy/bunny for me...How about we take this back to my room and you can show Daddy how much ya want his attention?"

Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane

- He was a bit hungover. Groaning like the oldman he is and bent over to get another beer from the mini fridge in the room when you took a towel because you showered and you aren't nasty like him and Otis and just...Rolled it up and smacked his ass.

- He yelped and jolted a bit before giving you the most unamused glare. "Really?...Really, you lil fuck- Ow!" You definitely smacked him again the second he got close enough. Something about that second smack has a smirk on his face. A husky chuckle escapinging him because you just made this a thing. "Ohohoo, you're fuckin' in trouble now. Come the fuck over here, asscakes. I think you could use a few lickin's yourself."

- He has good reflexes and a high tolerance for pain so he just jerks that towel out of your hand when you go to smack him and loops it around your waist. Pulling you flush against him where you can't get free.

- He uses his large hands to grope your ass and give it a good smack while you're up against him and he's smirking down at you. "Ya like that, baby? You must really want to give me an excuse to feel up this fine ass of yours."

- It is most definitely 100% leading to the most nastiest raunchy dirty but fun sex. The type of sex that you aren't keen on sharing details about. He smacked your ass the entire time while talking dirty to you.

#stu macher #billy loomis #severen #severen van sickle #3 from hell foxy #foxy coltrane #baby firefly #otis driftwood #bo sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #scream imagines #house of wax imagines #near dark imagines #3 from hell imagines #firefly imagines

[salemshotspot]

Slashers with a reader that picks at their skin:

[cw/tw//skin picking, anxiety, drug use, self harm slightly]

[includes: choptop sawyer, bubba sawyer, luigi largo, otis driftwood, freddy kreuger, doomhead]

Chop-Top Swayer:

I feel like he would notice your scalp picking pretty quick but not really say much at first; not because he didn’t care but more of the fact he picks at his scalp a lot {because of his plate} so he assumes it’s normal and nothing to worry about, he’ll just assume your head has been particularly itchy lately like his plate from time to time.

However one rare evening where no one had any pressing matters to attend to you sat with the Sawyer’s to have dinner and afterwards you all sat and watched the television.

Drayton had absolutely no interest in the television because “tv isn’t as good as it once was" so he just kind of looked around the room aimlessly and it just so happened that his eyes landed on you as you were picking at your already damaged scalp.

Drayton goes in a partly joking tone "fuck y/n has chop-top been rubbing off on you that much, you’ve been picking at that darn head more than him lately.”

You just awkwardly laugh trying not to bring more attention to the matter and move your hands away from your head, feeling yourself grow more anxious about the fact attention was brought to the matter.

After a few minutes you make up an excuse along the lines of “I’m tired I’m going to head upstairs” and quickly rush to the bedroom which you share with Chop-Top.

Chop-Top would notice you left when he went to place his arm around you and he couldn’t feel you there.

He would be confused as to where you were because he wasn’t paying attention because he was focused on the tv after it caught his attention, however when Drayton explained in a slightly annoyed tone that he made a, slightly, joking comment and you upped sticks and went to what he assumed was sleep for the night Chop-Top was puzzled to say the least.

He decided to make his way to the bedroom which he shared with you to see if you were ok, however when he walked in on you close to tears, struggling to breathe as you was trying to hold in your tears, he could tell you wasn’t holding up too well.

He isn’t too familiar with people expressing feelings around him as due to his nature and the whole family business he never really formed bonds with anyone, let alone him comforting them.

It’s safe to say his first thought would be to freak out, threatening to kill whoever upset you {very aggressively.}

I feel like he’d also just kind of stand in the door way while he tried to work out what to do, he hates seeing you like this but he also hates knowing that he doesn’t know how to help.

He’d eventually land on just holding you, still freaking out inside.

When you finally calm down and regulate your breathing he would 100% try and break the silence with a joke.

”We all bored you to tears down there y/n?” He anxiously jokes.

“No it’s not that” you trail off and take a deep breathe; you then explain everything to him from how anxious you’ve been feeling to how you’ve been stress picking at your scalp.

He feels immediately guilty because he noticed it happening but said nothing about it.

It’s safe to say after that you both lay in each other’s arms for a long time.

As he is also prone to picking at his scalp Chop-Top knows how you feel better than anyone and in turn has a long list of ways to try and help you stop, or at least reduce how frequently you pick at your scalp.

Chop-Top would definitely be one to advocate getting high whenever you were stressed {and he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to getting high with you, apparently it’s "good couple bonding.”

Despite his best efforts, he shows his support in the most round about, ‘Chop-Top’ way possible, for example he’d tell you that “your scalp is far too pretty to hurt” {he thought it was endearing.}

Most importantly he’d want you to know you can talk to him, even if he’s not the best with his words.

I also feel like he’d pat your head a lot to try and comfort you whenever you were stressed so you would be less inclined to pick at your scalp.

Bubba Swayer:

He wouldn’t notice the scalp picking but he’d notice the cuts on your head; basically he’d just start seeing more cuts and marks through your hair and royally freak out.

Immediately wants to, violently, kill whoever kept hurting your head.

This idea was very quickly put on the back burner once you explained that you did it yourself.

I don’t think he’d fully understand it, like he finds hurting others, when deserved, very therapeutic because it’s what he’s always done but he can’t wrap his head around the idea of self-inflicted pain.

Although he doesn’t understand it he wants to listen to you talk about it to try and understand it better so he can support you the best he can.

Would most likely end up hugging you so tight that you thought you was going to die after you explained everything in detail.

If he ever saw you picking at your scalp or looking anxious he would just place his hand on your head and kind of just leave it there? You found it very comforting all be it confusing at first.

Luigi Largo:

Luigi isn’t the world’s most observant man so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t notice your nervous habit straight away.

I feel like he would find out in the most unconventional way, not because he’s oblivious, he’s just so focused on work that he pushes everything aside.

I feel like him finding out would be something along the lines of Pavi bringing it up, like casually asking Luigi how you was doing with the whole thing {because let’s face it, pretty much everyone else has noticed you picking at your head once or twice when you was stressed because you’re too overwhelmed to try and be discreet about it.}

This would cause Luigi to become, even more, short-tempered declaring “if something was going on he’d know.”

On the outside he’d become much more hostile but he would be internally freaking out because he’d feel awful for not noticing if this was happening and convince himself that you’re going to leave him for ‘not caring enough’ or something like that.

He’d eventually psyche himself up enough to go find you and try to talk to you about it, however he’d do it in his own round about way.

"I’m going to kill Pavi” he shouts as he enters the room.

”It’s nice to see you too Luigi” you’d chuckle.

Part way through his rant he’d explain that he was mad because Pavi had essentially made him feel like a bad boyfriend for not noticing that you’d be struggling.

You’d have to get him to backtrack for a moment because he’d miss a few key points such as what Pavi had meant by “you’re struggling” as he apparently put it.

After he explained everything you’d probably have to reassure him that he isn’t a bad boyfriend; despite his demeanour he’s really insecure because of the lack of affection from his dad growing up.

Now he is aware of your problem he’s really observant, like scarily observant.

You’re hands move? He’s looking to make sure you’re not stress picking your skin, he’s been busy and hasn’t seen you all day? When he sees you he checks to make sure you have no cuts on your skin from picking.

If you have been picking at your skin he would be concerned; he isn’t the best at talking about feelings but he’ll listen to you and try his best to understand.

If he noticed you were getting anxious and picking at your skin he would definitely be the type to just grab your hand and keep hold of it to comfort you and stop you picking at yourself.

He’s very protective of you as it is but he would probably get *more* protective; like if he even thinks someone or something might be stressing you out he’s resort to violent means instantly {which isn’t anything new.}

Otis Driftwood:

I feel like he’d either be exactly like Luigi Largo in the sense he’s oblivious and wouldn’t notice without someone bringing it up or he’d notice straight away, I feel like he’d be in a bad mood and notice you picking at yourself and it would annoy him so he’d tell you to stop {which would in turn make it worse.}

When you didn’t stop he’d go to question it but when he noticed you were stressed he’d be confused; “what the fuck is up with you?”

I don’t think he’d completely understand what was the matter when you explained how you felt but he’d understand enough to know that he should probably keep an eye on you.

I don’t care if you agree with this, I will die on this hill, if you were really stressed and started picking at your skin, he would just swat your hand away from your head.

HOWEVER, I feel like Otis would also kiss your head, when no one was looking, and I will not take arguments on this one.

Freddy Kreuger:

Freddy would be surprisingly observant of you, so when you start picking at your head when you’re stressed or anxious, he will notice.

He wouldn’t try and be gentle and ‘walk around the topic’ he’d just ask you about it straight up.

I feel like he’d be really sympathetic and understanding of the whole situation.

After you spoke about it he would probably try and cheer you up afterwards and take your mind off of it to cheer you up by telling really shitty jokes.

I feel like if he saw you getting really anxious and start picking at your skin his first thought would be to kind of prompt you to stop by gently pushing your hand away from your head and try to take your mind off whatever is making you anxious by completely removing either you or whatever is making you stressed or anxious from the situation.

If that failed to work he would take matters into his own hands, quite literally, by keeping hold of your hands until you’ve calmed down.

He would probably just talk to you until you felt better, whether it be about the situation or talking about something completely random to try and take your mind off of it; he’s definitely a talker.

Doomhead:

He would without a doubt notice your habit straight away, he seems like the kind of person to notice *everything* for no other reason than paranoia; he needs every element of his surroundings to be in his control all of the time so he himself doesn’t become stressed so in turn he pays attention to everything all of the time.

He would try and make you feel better and, at first, make you feel worse.

"Can you stop doing that, there’s better things to be doing” was meant to be endearing and meant to show you that you don’t have to hurt yourself but it came across as him calling your habit stupid.

When you started crying at his comment it’s safe to say he’d be confused as fuck; “what the fuck are you crying at now.”

Once you explained it he’d fee quite bad but he wouldn’t want you to know that; he’d just explain that that’s not what he meant.

If he ever saw you getting anxious or stressed I don’t think he’d try and physically stop you he’d just shoot you a look or say something to you.

If you didn’t stop picking at your skin after he brought it up he would then physically move your hands and give you a long ass talking to about why you shouldn’t do it.

TLDR; if he sees you picking at your skin he will give you a lecture.

He cares about you, he just doesn’t really know how to show it so it manifests in him acting like a pissed off parent or teacher.

A/N:

God I wrote this so long ago

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[whoreforhorror]

hello good morning/night :)

I really love your writing it's the best thing I've ever read :* if it's not too much trouble could you write for Bo Sinclair, Rusty Nail, Asa Emory, Otis Driftwood with dating a s/o who is a femme fatale?

Thank you very much for your time :) <3

Sorry this took so long to get to! My schedule is kicking my ass lol. Also, the best thing you’ve ever read?! Woah! Thanks for the huge complement! Hope you like this!

(Also, this hasn’t been checked for grammar or spelling so sorry for any mistakes. I’m finishing this up right after I got off from work)

Bo Sinclair, Rusty Nail, Asa Emory, and Otis Driftwood with a femme fatale S/O

Bo Sinclair:

Bo. Is. Obsessed. 

He’d been having you hide away in the house while tourists were in town, despite your protest. He didn’t want you to get hurt, and tourists were hard to predict if you hadn’t been doing this for a long time. Plus, he didn’t want to scare you off with the brutality of it all, but he’d rather tuck you away than tone it down.

A victim had gotten past Bo and ran upstairs to you and Bo’s room, where you had camped out for the day. The guy had a wild look in his eyes, and was absolutely feral. He didn’t even consider that you could have been a victim before he started charging at you, pocket knife in hand. You sidestepped, grabbing a picture frame and smashing it across his face. He charged at you again, unarmed hand holding his eye where a piece of glass cut him, causing you to kick him in the chest and send him toppling over the bed. Taking the knife while he was disoriented, you stabbed him in the middle of his throat, throwing him to the ground face-first and stomping on his head, sending the knife all the way through his throat and out the other side.

You were panting by the end of the ordeal, processing the sudden adrenaline spike as you stood over the victim. Vincent was going to have a bit more of a challenge with this one. A laugh drew your attention back to the doorway to the hall were Bo was leaning on the frame. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you after that. Safe to say he was positively elated to see just how capable you were, and you bet he intends on showing you just how your little show makes him feel.

From now on, you’re joining him in the shop while he works. He’ll let you bait in victims and take care of a few of them yourself. He loves teaming up with you to toy with victims before one of you puts them out of their misery. He’s also going to teach you about cars, if you’ll let him. He probably already was, but now that you can be there more often, there’s plenty of time to learn. It would make him beyond happy to have you working on cars with him, side by side.

If there’s any gun you don’t know how to shoot, he’s going to teach you. It’s a requirement. One day, he’ll get you a gun or a knife, whichever you prefer, and gift it to you. Might even get something engraved on it that’ll remind you of him. Maybe his name or something that he calls you. You better appreciate it, because it’s the closest thing to a wedding band you’re going to get without it seriously being a wedding band. 

Rusty Nail:

You’d been along for a delivery with Rusty when things went south.  A group of people had been messing with him over the CB, and Rusty had new victims in sight. He hadn’t meant to get you involved but here you both were.

One of the victims attacked you while Rusty was busy, and you were more than happy to take care of them. You took a length of chain that was laying nearby, whipping them with it several times before closing in and wrapping it around their throat, stinging them up over a pipe and watching them struggle for breath.

Rusty had heard the struggle, and looked over as he finished with his victim. Safe to say he was caught off guard by how brutally you dealt with them. He knew you weren’t soft in any regard, but this?

To see you there, watching as they died slowly, was so hot interesting. He’d had his reservations about you fully joining him in his escapades, but all of those washed away as you turned back to look at him with a smile, asking if he was alright. 

You’re officially his ride-along babe. Every drive you can go on, you’re joining him. 

He already likes the idea of having you with him, but having you with him AND helping him with his victims?! Sign him up!

He’ll push a few victims your way and watch how you take care of them, possibly setting up the scene if he hopes to see you do something in particular. Be cautious though, because eventually he’ll try to push you past your limits. You have to either hold firm on your boundaries or become a whole lot less caring about almost everything. 

It’s also a major turn-on of his to see you work. Once all is taken care of, you can imagine where things will lead.

Asa Emory:

You had been one of his victims, at first. He was takin with your intelligence and ability to find work-arounds to his various traps. Inevitably, you slipped up and he took you to the hotel, but not after a long, drawn out struggle.

True to your character thus far, you’d proven difficult to contain in your room and even more difficult to keep track of. Several times, you almost escaped, and one time you did. Not for long, but you’d made your impression regardless. You were his favorite, no matter how disobedient. Soon after your arrival, his attention was solely on you.

He started experimenting with your reaction to different traps and things of the sort. If you ever get badly injured, he’ll let up a bit, but you’re in for quite a ride. If you want to stop with the traps, you’re really going to have to push your case, and it will probably end up in an argument. At this point, however, he cares about you too much to put you back in the box.

You’ll be helping him with future victims, and those who escape their rooms. You’re like his personal enforcement officer. He’ll show you where all of his traps are, in exchange for you making his life a bit easier. Still, he’s going to keep a very VERY close eye on you. He’s not letting you go.

Eventually, he’ll propose a challenge. If you can get out of the hotel, you can join him at his house. If not, you stay in the hotel. He needs to change his traps anyways, so this give him a good opportunity to do that. You won’t know where the traps are, and he’ll set the other victims against you. Your only real advantage is that you might know the layout by then. Still, best of luck because you’re going to need it. He might be fond of you, but that only makes him want to push you more. In other words, he’s not going easy on you.

He’ll have you help him design traps, if your up for it. He’s impressed with your ability to get around the traps he designed, and wants you to help design traps to have the least escapability possible. He also wants obvious traps to scare his victims, so he’ll ask which obvious traps got to you the most. First-hand experience is the best way to get better results after all.

Otis Driftwood:

Well hot damn. He underestimated you. It’s not often he’ll admit he was wrong, and he still won’t outright say it, but Otis definitely didn’t think you could stand up for yourself to that degree

A victim had slipped past Baby, and you were the first on they came across while cooking in the kitchen. They started swearing at you, calling you and the rest of the family “crazy sons of bitches” and things of the sort while looking around wildly for some sort of weapon. You didn’t give them the chance, throwing the butter knife in your hand and sticking the victim in the shoulder. They screamed in pain and you could hear Otis yelling, asking what all the commotion was food. Apparently, the victim had too because they whipped around as Otis stormed closer to the kitchen. Using the opportunity, you grabbed a larger, sharper knife and leapt over the counter. Effectively tackling the victim, you stabbed them in their other shoulder, the stomach, the face, the chest, and the throat. They were long dead before you finished, and you knew that somewhere in the back of your mind.

Otis had seen everything from the counter leap and on, and boy was he glad that he did. That had to be the single-handedly hottest thing he had ever witnessed. His darlin’ not only getting their hands dirty but killing as if they’d done it all their life? He’s elated, ecstatic, over the moon, and deeply in love with you. 

You’re joining in on the fun from now on. He hadn’t really been keeping you from joining in anyways, but now he’s practically begging you to join in on the fun with him. He’d love to see what twisted shit you come up with when you have the tools and the encouragement. If you were relatively normal before hand (lets face it, there’s no way you were completely normal if you decided to be his partner in the first place) than you most certainly are just as far from normal as the rest of the family now.

The rest of the family would accept you even more. You’re fucked up just like them. You are one of them. After that point, you’re not leaving. Not ever. You're in it for life.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

-❤️‍🔥

Rabbit

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

pairing: otis x afab!reader

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

word count: 407

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

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

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

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

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

"And what's your definition of good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[juniperhillpatient]

I love siblings that kill people for demonic sacrifices & desecrate the corpses while on a dangerous road trip on the run from the authorities….. especially when the brother is really angry & serious & the sister is a silly goofball….

(realized a hilariously specific recurring theme in my favorite fictional dynamics & felt the need to draw two of my fave duos together yes I know I’m not an artist but I like to have fun so sh)

#fun fact I really wanted the blood drip background but I don’t have red paint or nail polish or anything #so that is wax #my art #that’s just for the tag for self organizing purposes I’m aware I’m not an artist ok lmao #tcoaal #the devil’s rejects #house of 1000 corpses #3 from hell #the coffin of andy and leyley #baby firefly #otis driftwood #andrew graves #ashley graves #I know the road trip thing is from devils rejects but Otis’s house of 1000 corpses design is way more fun to draw #I know in my heart these 4 would either be best buds or they’d all kill each other #but I like to think they’d be best buds #now I kinda wanna write the fic #I can imagine Otis & Andrew sharing furious glares while baby & Ashley do some crazy shit 😂

[meatmutt-sfw]

dealing with their s/o’s hand injury | slashers

reverting to this format bc im lazy>> and yes i injured my hand that’s why im writing this

warning(s): mentions of injuries/wounds (minor and major)

— slashers that would probably tell you to walk it off if it was a minor cut/injury but would panic (without showing it) if it was major and quickly bandage your hand after cleaning up the wound

✰ asa emory, billy loomis, bo sinclair, mark hoffman, michael myers, otis driftwood

— slashers that would treat even the smallest prick or cut like you’d just been diagnosed with tuberculosis and you only had two hours to live; god forbid you get a major injury with this one because they’d be sobbing for you as they try to help bandage your hand (/pos)

✰ brahms heelshire,‘76!carrie white, part 2!jason voorhees, stu macher

— slashers that manage to keep their head no matter how major the injury for your sake and are constantly insuring you that everything’s okay if they need to do so; will probably kiss the bandage if you ask them to

✰ amanda young, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair

other slasher works.

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[walkiingcandle]

Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)

YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U

I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭

ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!

Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader

🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯

Otis Driftwood 🍂

Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!

He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !

he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)

He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!

He makes you spooky theme art!

The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all

that's until you have a heatstroke

he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.

you and him will makes costumes together :)

10/10

Baby Firefly 🍁

Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)

Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!

she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!

you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)

now for the outfits,,

she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)

defo more concerned than otis

the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3

11/10 love her fr

Bubba Sawyer 🎃

sweet boy

I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum

so when you came along?

and you loved Halloween?

bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(

he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)

he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!

he l o v e s helping you bake treats

his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))

he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!

will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!

10/10 love him sm

Thomas Hewitt 🔪

Another supportive slasher!!

he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!

The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!

Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)

he is happy if you're happy

loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts

loves making you things in general

in his free time he helps you bake

his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3

he loves watching old Halloween films with you

would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat

water and cool rag on hand 24/!

12/10 I love love love love love him<3333

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)

but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)

definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around

I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(

he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!

he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!

his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!

Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!

he wears the same thing like sigh

if it doesn't

he may get worried

even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄

9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)

Bo Sinclair 🕸

he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do

it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it

would not help you make decor or sweets

would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)

his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!

he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station

he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo

he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him

7/10 for not making treats and decor:(

Tiffany Valentine 🕷

she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.

will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!

she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage

her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)

she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !

she dont really care about the fall clothes !

it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!

11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3

I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰

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