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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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

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

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

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

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

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

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

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

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

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

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

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

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

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

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

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

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

RZ Michael Myers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

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

Billy Lenz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

Stu Matcher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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daddy-issues-99 · 7 months

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Otis Driftwood x reader SMUT

Afab reader, degration, p in v, hair pulling, mentions of stockholm syndrome, biting, slight bdsm

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Your whole body was sore with a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Your face was buried into the sheets of the bed, tears from a mix of pain and pleasure falling onto the soft fabric.

You gripped the sheets as your capture pounded into you at a brutal pace. "Otis-" you said quietly before a receiving a sharp slap to your ass. "I said be quiet." He said sternly, continuing to roughly thrust into you.

"Or are you to stupid to remember what I said? Hm?" He asked with a cruel smile. You just moaned and gripped the sheets. "Well? You stupid or somethin'?" He asked in an annoyed voice when you didn't answer.

He roughly slapped your ass and quickly gripped your hair, pulling your head up roughly. "I asked you a damn question! Are. You. Stupid?" He asked sternly, tightly gripping your hair.

"Y-yes"

You said quietly, barely being able to think as he roughly thrusted into at a brutal pace.

"That's what I thought" he said with a smirk and let go of your hair, letting your head fall back into the sheets.

He began thrusting faster, roughly gripping your hips hard enough to hurt. He pushed your face farther into the bed, bringing his head down to yours, his hair draping over your face. "You like this don't ya? Being fucked senseless, being nothing more than a fucktoy? Hm?" He said with a cruel smirk.

"But it's not like you had a choice anyway." He said, letting out a laugh. You hated how much you loved this. The man you wished so desperately to escape from soon became the thing you craved.

He moved his head to your neck placing sloppy kisses and love bites along your skin. He left numerous hickeys and marks along your skin before finally biting down at the base of your neck. You yelped at the sudden pain, confused before quickly realizing what happened.

He pulled away with a smirk, looking down at the bite. "You're mine now, mama." He said with a smirk.

His thrusts soon became sloppy as he approached his orgasm. You weren't far behind. He moved one of his hands to your clit, you moaned into the pillow, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

After a few thrusts he came undone, roughly thrusting into you, shooting his seed deep into you, muttering curses under his breath.

You were quick to follow as he continued his assault on tour clit, letting you ride out your orgasm.

After a few final thrusts he pulled out of you and fell into the bed, pulling you on top of him. He moved your hair to reveal the bite mark on your neck. "You're mine. No one else's. Am I clear?" He asked sternly.

"Yes" you said quietly.

"That's my good girl" he said with a smirk

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 10 months

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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

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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Otis B Driftwood x Reader - Drabble "Otis Finds out you are pregnant"

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Language, kidnapped!Reader, Slasher family, allusions to mature themes.

This Drabble can be seen as following the Halloween Breeding Ritual fic, and is followed by the Reader Going into labor fic that will be uploaded soon.

Otis Breeding Ritual – Otis finds out you’re pregnant:

The heavy click of the door latch was a familiar, dreaded sound. You flinched, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you curled tighter into yourself on the bed, the leather leash coiled beside you like a sleeping serpent. You faced the wall, arms protectively wrapped around your midsection, betraying a new vulnerability unlike the defiance you once wielded so bravely.

"Hey, Bunny," Otis' voice slithered through the dim room, laced with that dark amusement that always sent shivers down your spine. His boots made soft thuds against the wooden floorboards as he approached, the weight of his presence looming large.

"Whatcha hidin' from me today, huh?" His words were teasing, feigning nonchalance, but you heard the edge of curiosity beneath them. The shadow of his figure fell over you, blocking out the scant light filtering in through the dirt-streaked window.

"Look at me," he commanded, his tone no longer playful. You didn't move, couldn't move, even as the mattress dipped under his weight. His fingers—rough, demanding—grasped your chin and turned your head to face him. You met his eyes, those almost colorless orbs piercing into you, searching for something you didn't want to give away.

"Otis..." It was all you could muster, a whisper tinged with fear and an involuntary plea for whatever came next.

"Shh, now." He smirked, his eyes dropping to where your arm shielded your stomach. His grasp shifted, trailing down to gently caress your skin over the fabric of your worn shirt. "What's this?"

You trembled under his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against you with an unexpected tenderness. It was a sensation so foreign in this hellish captivity that it only served to heighten your anxiety.

"Are you...?" His voice trailed off, the realization dawning in his gaze before his features softened into a perverse imitation of affection. "My little Bunny's been a good girl."

His laughter, low and husky, filled the room as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Pregnant," he cooed, drawing out the word like a caress more sinister than any blow he could deliver. "Well, ain't that somethin'?"

You recoiled inwardly, disgust and terror mingling in the pit of your stomach. This wasn't just about being his captive anymore; it was about the life growing inside you, a twisted new bond between captor and captive. Otis' eyes gleamed with a sick delight, and you knew that this changed everything—and nothing at all.

Otis strode across the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The door groaned on its hinges as he flung it open with a flourish, bellowing down the hall to Baby and Mother Firefly. "Hey! Guess what? Bunny's knocked up!"

"Really?!" The shrill echo of Baby's voice carried back, tinged with a twisted excitement. A more subdued murmur followed, Mother Firefly’s words indistinct but undoubtedly laden with her own perverse brand of maternal pride.

Your heart pounded in your chest, an erratic drumbeat as you strained to hear above the blood rushing in your ears. Otis' laughter—a dark, triumphant sound—reverberated through the room before the door clicked shut, sealing away the outside world once again.

You scrabbled backwards on the bed, the tether at your ankle pulling taut. "You don't need to... now that I'm…" Your voice broke, confusion lacing each word. Surely, now there was no further use for you in this macabre ritual?

"Need to?" Otis's eyes were alight as he advanced, a predator closing in on prey cornered and quivering. "Oh, Bunny, the fun's just beginning." His words were a growl, sending shivers tracing icy trails down your spine.

“The Halloween ritual is only the first of many parts.” His red eyes seemed to gleam as they met yours.

"More parts?" The question spilled from you, a whisper wrapped in dread.

"More parts," he confirmed, the dark promise in his voice leaving no room for misunderstanding.

With a swift motion, Otis was upon you, his hands snatching your wrists, pinning them down with a strength that left no hope of resistance. The bed dipped under his weight as he hovered over you, his body an inescapable shroud.

"Feeling you full of my baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek, "it's got me all kinds of fired up."

Your mind raced, thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. The reality of your situation bore down on you—heavier than Otis' body pressing you into the mattress. His lust, stoked by the life burgeoning within you, was an added layer of violation, one that sickened even as it immobilized you.

"Please," you begged, the word barely audible, "don't."

"Shh," Otis hushed you, his gaze searing into yours, "This is art. You're my canvas, Bunny. And we've only just started painting our masterpiece."

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horrorjunki3 · 1 year

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Just some thoughts on Otis Driftwood because he makes me feral:

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fluff, swearing and mentions of drug use, Brief mentions of arguments.

//Reader is GN//

General headcannons:

♡ I feel like Otis would respect you if you treated his family well - they mean alot to him and he'd LOVE it if you treated them like family.

♡ Compliment his art - most victims scream or yell calling him a monster and while he gets a kick out of it - He'd melt if you complimented his art.

♡ He will call you pet-names like: Darlin' , sweet thing and babe - often complains that his "darlin's makin' him soft"

♡ If he notices his accent and way of speaking flushers you he'll lay it on real thick

♡ I firmly believe this man is a physically affectionate person - always touching you.

♡ He loves you wearing his stuff and will give you a bracelet or accessorie for you to wear constantly

♡ The type to call you 'his' "that's my darlin' "

♡ Very possessive and jealous of you

♡ Loves cuddling you but won't initiate it unless you guys have had a fight - if not he'll wait till you cuddle him. I think he'd prefer you lay on his chest or you be little spoon

♡ His loyal to a fault, once your an important person to him he will stick by you - MELTS when you do anything that shows your loyalty to him or the family

♡ His kisses are always sloppy and full of passion, if you want to simple peck you gotta peck and run bc this man will kiss you like his starving!!

♡ Baby teases you guys!

♡ if you drink/smoke it becomes a weekly date to get intoxicated and cuddle -> he becomes softer during these moments calling you his "soulmate" or "sweet thing" while tracing shapes on you thighs

♡ Acts like he hates it but loves when you pamper him like tying up his hair, massaging him or making sure he eats

♡ He is the grumpy character who hates everyone except you

♡ You will have to deal with his rambles and rants

♡ Unfortunately Otis is kinda an asshole at the beginning of the relationship -> he will show you things to freak you out. However, as the relationship continues he stops and actively tries to make you feel safe.

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doomh3ad · 1 year

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OKAY SO U KNOW THOSE PPL WHO GO TO LIKE REALLY SHADY AND SKETCHY PLACES THAT HAS A FIGHT RING, AND THEY FIGHT FOR MONEY N SHIT?

IMAGINE OTIS DRIFTWOOD WITH A FIGHTER S\O WHO FIGHTS ALOT AT ONE OF THOSE PLACES

OOOO I LOVE UR MIND 🙏

otis driftwood + illegal ring fighter s/o (nsfw mentions under cut)

-first off, he thinks you're super hot. you're gorgeous AND you can fight, giving HIM a run for his money? ideal partner. you'll find him by the side of the ring, eyes glued on you at all times. nothing can divert his attention; you're his sole focus. having his eyes on you is addicting and thrilling, and often motivating - otis likes to reward you for your performance after.

-he thinks what you do is super interesting, always asking if he can watch or help you train. sparring with otis will lead to making out though i have to warn you. he's strong - but you're stronger, and craftier with tricks he's hopeful you'll teach him. the whole family loves you, he's found the best person to bring home to them! you fit right in with the fireflys and their rough lifestyle, and you're definitely getting pestered with questions every time you have dinner with otis' family.

-if you get injured during a fight, for obvious reasons otis cannot take you to a doctor, but mama firefly is used to taking care of wounds sustained by her family (which you're now a part of, lucky you!). otis himself can stitch and disinfect pretty well. you're forever fixing each other up, a relationship built on mutual care and trust. for two people so strong, the only time you're able to be vulnerable is when you're with each other.

-otis will definitely be keeping a watchful eye if any other fighter seems to be constantly going for you. other people are allowed to appreciate your talent, but only otis can love you like he does. that asshole that never knew when the fight was over? the fans that got too touchy and made you uncomfortable? say the word and they're gone. otis knows you can protect yourself - it's the thought that lets him sleep peacefully at night - but he's always wanting to protect you, too.

-whether you do it for the money, for the thrill, because circumstances don't permit you to do anything else - he supports you unconditionally. he's never scared of you, and appreciates how you're never scared of him.

-the money you bring in is yours to do with as you please, of course, and he loves knowing his partner is self-sufficient. truly, you are his equal. whether you choose to join in on his more sadistic delights or not, he's forever grateful to have met a beautiful, fascinating person that could kick his ass if they wanted to. you have his back, he's got yours; otis couldn't ask for anything more.

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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

Your writings so good!!:)

Ofc ml! Xx

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

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

Gn reader but does refer to female body parts and names

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

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

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

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

Nsfw headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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

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

I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

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

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

You had the perfect mediocre life.

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

You were good at your hobbies, without being amazing.

You were average.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It started one evening.

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

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

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

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

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

Baby Firefly and Otis Driftwood.

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

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

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

They were angels of destruction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It would be the most perfect thing in the world.

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

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

You didn’t get disappointed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walked, and walked and walked.

You knew you were crazy but you needed them.

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

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

You shyly moved closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatcha doing here?” he finally asked you.

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

“Come here” he ordered you.

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

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

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

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

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

But his hands felt so real.

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

He palmed your arse and hummed in approval.

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

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

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

“What have you found there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit” Otis mumbled.

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

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

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

Were they… kidnapping you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that really happening?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You woke up in an empty bed.

And your heart instantly dropped.

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

Did they leave you?

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

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

Baby opened the bathroom door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader

Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers

note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D

Warnings: nsfw.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Cowgirl.

Brahms is spoiled.

He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.

He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.

Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.

When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.

If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.

But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.

You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.

BILLY LENZ

Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But when you turn 69--

Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.

And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.

Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.

Billy also loves doggy style.

He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.

In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.

He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.

He's noisy. Very noisy.

And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.

But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.

Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.

Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.

It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.

He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.

Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.

BUBBA SAWYER

I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.

But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.

So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.

And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.

If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.

And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.

He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.

And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.

If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.

It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.

It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.

And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.

Do it. He loves to please you.

Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.

(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.

And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.

It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.

He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.

And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.

So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.

Also likes to have you on all fours.

Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.

Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.

(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).

And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.

He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.

He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.

Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.

He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.

That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.

If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position. It's still deep and strong, but slow.

The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.

(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language

#slasher x s/o #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #leatherface x reader #slashers #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #otis driftwood x reader #rz myers x reader #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms x y/n #bubba sawyer x you

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slasher-male-wife · 6 months

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Horror characters seeing their s/o covered in blood

Happy Halloween everyone. I did a poll awhile ago on what I should post for Halloween and this won. So I'm here to deliver what y'all voted on. I included a lot of characters in this just for fun. Disclaimer I haven't written for some of these characters in awhile or that much at all, so sorry if some of these are ooc.

Includes: Amanda Young, Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, The Lost Boys, Candyman, Doomhead, Patrick Bateman, Severen Van Sickle, Pyramid Head, and The Sinclair brothers

Warnings: Mentions of real and fake blood, slightly suggestive content, gn reader, talk of drinking blood in The Lost Boys and Severen's section, violence, murder

Amanda Young

You weren't supposed to find out about what Amanda did. She wanted to keep you separate from the gore of her apprentice work. But accidents happen and somehow you get to where a trap had happened.

You were in the where-house when you slipped on a puddle of blood and got your entire front half covered in it. You screamed out and Amanda quickly came rushing in.

You standing there covered in blood made something tick inside of Amanda. Something she knows she shouldn't feel seeing you covered in blood.

But she pushes this aside and quickly assures you it's fake blood that happened to spill all over the ground. She can't stop herself from giving you a quick kiss before helping you leave.

She'll get you all cleaned up back at home but she won't be able to stop thinking about seeing you covered in blood.

Michael Myers

Michael was out while you were getting ready for a Halloween party. A part of your costume involved you getting drenched in fake blood. After pouring the fake blood all over yourself in your bathtub you let it dry and step out.

You're downstairs, gathering up your things for the party when you notice the feeling that you're being watched. You turn around and spot Michael watching you.

Michael knows what real blood looks like and considering you're pretty calm he knows this is for your costume. But something inside of him is yelling at him. Not in the usual 'kill someone' way, but in a 'get them and try not to hurt them' way.

You're going to be late to that Halloween party. Michael is going to stand there and make you spin around for him so he can watch you move while you're covered in blood. You know he's getting some kind of kick out of this, so who are you to stop his fun.

After this Michael will try to hint at you to get covered in blood more often. He'll even offer to get the blood this time, but it wouldn't be fake if he got it. He'll keep thinking about you covered in blood and won't be forgetting how it made him feel anytime soon.

Otis Driftwood

You walked in on him at a bad time. While you've grown to accept what your boyfriend does, you don't like partaking in his torture of other people. But when you walked into the wrong room at the wrong time you got sprayed all over with blood.

It coats your face, hair and chest. You thankfully didn't get any in your eyes or mouth. You do let out a scream of surprise but you're not too grossed out by the blood, living with the Firefly family for as long as you have will do that.

Otis takes a good long few moments to just stare at you. You're hot enough as it is, but seeing you all covered in blood like this? Otis is going to have to go take a long cold shower.

"Well isn't this my lucky day." He'll say before walking over to you, completely ignoring the victim now. He'll take all of you in and won't let you wash it off so quickly.

"I just wanna take a couple pictures of ya darlin'." He'll quickly get his camera out and have you pose for him while you're still covered in blood. This will come in handy when he's having art block or he just needs to have some 'personal time'.

The Lost boys

It's your first time feeding and it ended up getting really messy for you, considering you've never done it before. So you got just as much blood all over yourself as you did in your mouth.

Dwayne is the first to notice and he's smirking a little to himself as he watches your blood covered body move. He's committing this sight to memory and he'll probably find a way to get you covered in blood again.

David is the next to notice. He'll smile wider than Dwayne and make some comments about how messy eating can get at times. But he'll also talk about how hot you look covered in blood.

Marko doesn't even make a comment, he just straight up lunges and kisses you right then and there, fangs still out and everything. Seeing you all vamped out and covered in blood really got to him, making him loose all self composer that he has.

Paul also joins in on kissing you, but he'll opt for your neck since your mouth is taken. I can see him licking some blood off of you, but not too much because he loves the sight of you drenched in blood. But the boys will agree to try and get you that messy again the next time you feed.

Candyman

You didn't want to go with him. You summoned him and when he showed you how devoted he is to you, you didn't want to go. So he had no other option than to make you go by force.

You're entering your apartment after going to a Halloween party. Your costume was something you put together quickly and involved you pouring fake blood all over your front half. As you walk further into your apartment you get a strange feeling.

You try to ignore it as you walk to your bathroom to wash off the fake blood. Before you can do that you hear something moving in your medicine cabinet. You open it and after a few moments a hook jumps through it. You obviously scream and run out of your bathroom.

You're in your kitchen, picking up your phone when you see him again. He's looking at you with that same adoration in his eye from the first time you met him. He's looking you up and down. You're frozen again as he watches you.

"You're even more desirable covered in blood," He says in his sultry voice. You shed a couple tears as you try to move, but you're unable to. "I'll have to remember this the next time I see you my love. I'll never be able to forget this."

Doomhead

He knew you were going to a Halloween party, but what he didn't know was that you were going to be covered in blood when you came home. He knows real blood from fake blood and when he sees you he can't help but chuckle.

31 is coming up and he's always tried to keep you separate from it. Seeing you covered in blood is a bit of a double edged sword for him. On one hand he loves seeing you covered in blood, but he also can't stop thinking about 31, and what would happen if you got caught in it.

"Ok so I got a little too close to one of the decorations and I accidentally got covered in fake blood." You explain, taking off your shoes, "I should probably shower all of this off."

"Well I was hoping to get a better look at you like this." He says with a Cheshire grin. You roll your eyes but smile and walk over to him. He spins you around a bit, taking a good look at all of the blood on you.

He knows he'll have to tell you about 31 eventually, and that he'll always keep you away from it. But for right now he can enjoy watching his s/o look stunning while covered in blood.

Patrick Bateman

He got a little too careless and right as he was killing someone you walked in, getting covered in blood from the victim. You of course start to scream and he quickly covers your mouth.

He's so angry with you for interrupting this, but something about seeing your face and body covered with blood, excites him. "I can explain this. Calm down and listen to me." He says, trying to keep his voice calm. His anger starts to mix with arousal as he slowly slides his hand away from your mouth.

"Oh my god Patrick what happened? Who is this?" You ask, holding back tears. His attraction to you is starting to get a bit too much for him. He'll find a way to explain this murder, just like he'll find a way to explain why he wants to do it while you're covered in blood.

"He broke in and attacked me. I had to fight him off and I went a bit too hard I think. We can't tell anyone about this alright?" He says, trying his best to keep a calm, in control voice, "But right now we need to get to the bedroom.

Murder's don't get him as excited as seeing you covered in blood got him. He'll have to go out and buy some fake blood and recreate this with you again. He's glad he has such an understanding s/o.

Severen Van Sickle

It's been awhile since your last feed and when you finally got someone you could barely hold back from drinking as quickly as possible. Because you were so worried about eating as much as you could as quickly as possible you got yourself covered in blood.

After you pushed the body away Severen took notice of your blood soaked clothes. He couldn't stop himself from smiling and taking a good long look at you. He knows you'll be too full to do anything after feeding that much so he'll have to commit this sight to memory, just for some fun activities later.

You wipe your mouth and smear more blood over your face and Severen can barely contain himself at this point. He'll have to quickly ask you if you're up to help him, or if he should do it alone.

Either way he doesn't want you cleaning yourself up anytime soon. Even after his issue is taken care of he just wants to see you covered in blood. He loves how it looks in general but also aesthetically. If he has a camera on hand he's taking a picture of you.

He will try to recreate this later. Next time you're feeding he'll try to get blood all over you. I can see him filling up his mouth with blood and just spitting it on you because let's be honest, he's very dirty and probably has as many diseases as a stray cat.

Pyramid Head

You're walking around Silent Hill, trying to find some more food to stock up on when you come across one of Pyramid Head's recent kills. You don't notice and you slip on the puddle of blood.

You're used to the blood and gore of living with Pyramid Head in Silent Hill so slipping on blood and getting it all over your clothes is more of an inconvenience than scary. You groan and stand up, looking at blood slightly dripping off your clothes.

You turn around and find him standing near you. "I just slipped on some blood. It's not mine and I'm not hurt." You say. You can never really tell what he's feeling or his emotions but you can sense he's feeling a certain way about you being covered in blood.

You two just stand there while Pyramid Head is thinking about smearing more blood all over you. Seeing you covered in blood is doing something to him. So he walks over, get's blood on his hands and rubs it over your face and clothes.

He'll follow you around and just keep watching you while you're covered in blood. He'll be thinking about this for awhile, and he'll try to recreate it whenever there's free time or he just needs to see you covered in blood.

Bo Sinclair

You were busy going after a victim and it got a bit messy. You got yourself covered in blood. By the time you get the body back to the House of Wax the blood that's on your hair and face has dripped down to soak your clothes even more.

You hand it off to Vincent and when Bo sees you he pauses for a moment before he chuckles. "I like yer new look darlin'." He says teasingly. But he's using that teasing to mask how damn hot you are covered in blood.

You're able to pick up on this and you know a great way to get him back for making you chase down someone and kill them.

"Oh I know. I love this look too." You say teasingly back to him, moving your hands up and rubbing your hand over your face and neck, getting a good amount of blood on it. You walk over to Bo and smear the blood on his shirt before you step back.

"Too bad I'm about to wash it off." You say before you dodge Bo trying to grab you, "If you catch me before we get to the house I'll let you wash it off." You say before running out of the house, Bo follows behind quickly.

Lester Sinclair

You're helping Lester out by picking up a deer from the road. You're in the middle of lifting it into the truck when something happens and you get covered in deer blood.

Lester quickly rushes over to you and lifts the deer into the back of the truck. He's looking you over and making sure that you're ok. You'll have to assure him at least ten times that you're perfectly ok and that the deer just got blood all over you.

Now knowing that you're ok he does kind of realize that, you look good covered in blood. Lester loves when you get a bit dirty in general, but blood has him feeling a bit more excited than normal.

He'll zone out a bit for awhile until you bring him back and he acts like everything is good and he's totally not obsessing over the look of you covered in blood.

He'll keep this to himself until it starts to boil over and he admits to you that he hasn't stopped thinking about you being covered in blood. If you suggest the idea of getting covered in blood again he'll be all over that idea.

Vincent Sinclair

When you offered to model for Vincent's study you didn't expect to get covered in fake blood. But Vincent wanted you covered in blood and you didn't really mind so that's what the two of you do.

You stay still the entire time but you notice Vincent staring more than he is drawing. But once he notices you noticing him he gets back to drawing you.

He takes his damn well time to draw you and at one point he stands up and walks over to you. He starts to pose you in a different way and it's totally not an excuse to touch you and see you covered in blood up close.

He'll put you in so many different positions and will keep pouring blood on you. He's honestly memorized by you standing there covered in blood. At one point he'll bust out the camera and ask if he can film.

He sees you being covered in blood in a more romantic, artistic way that makes his heart beat faster. He'll have to get you covered in blood more often so he can draw, paint, photograph, etc you.

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Otis Driftwood NSFW Alphabet

[f reader, this one is on the grosser side but it’s Otis, what do you expect]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will kiss you on the forehead and say thank you, then smack your ass when you walk away—if it was a particularly long session he’ll go get some food for both of you to eat in bed and if he went extra rough he’ll go get ice and painkillers—and sometimes, knowing Otis, gauze.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is probably his hands because every time he kills he is reminded how powerful they are, looking down at his dirty, calloused hands reminds him of just how in control he is

Either your thighs, because Otis just loves thighs, loves you straddling him so he can grab them, loves eating you out from behind so he can be pressed up against them, really any time he can he’s got a hand on your thigh—but he also loves your neck. He likes choking you but he loves leaving bite marks. He likes your neck to be a mess of bruises to show anyone who even looks at you that you belong to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to cum inside to mark his territory, but if you’re somewhere secluded like the basement or out in the yard, he’ll either cum on your face for the sheer joy of knowing you’ll have to walk around the house with cum on your face, or cum somewhere that can be covered up by clothing—he’ll cum on your lower back knowing that when you walk back to your room you’ll feel it dripping down you and plastering your shirt to your back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesn’t have any. What would he keep a secret—if he has something to say he’ll say it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience with a willing/consenting partner? Minimal. It would be a steep learning curve but he’s eager to learn because once he knows what gets you off you’ll be so much easier to control

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It depends on the mood, if he’s more laid back it’s reverse cowgirl—he can grab your thighs and slap your ass and let you do all the work

But most of the time (if he doesn’t have you bent over or pressed against something) it’s butterfly. He likes you to have a few pillows underneath you so he can reach your throat if he needs to, but it’s his favorite because he gets to feel your legs up against up him, watch your tits shake as he slams into you, and he can control the pace

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be goofy if it’s casual but if he’s in one of his frenzy’s he is dead serious

And if he’s worked up and says something that you think is a joke, it really isn’t. The first time he pulls you tight against him, pushing his cock all the way in, and growls in your ear that he wants you to say he’s God you think he might be joking, but his face is all lust and power.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is ungroomed and unkempt, but he has low body hair in general so it’s not too unruly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes he’s romantic—to his standard of romance at least.

“Gonna make you cum, mama.” He’d say in between licks along your your clit. “Gonna make you cum cause you’re my girl, and my girl gets to feel good.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only if you’re busy, but if you are he is foul, he’ll stick his dick in anything

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Where to start with Otis, the biggest is marking you. With his cum, with bruises, with cuts if you’ll let him, anything that shows that you belong to him

He has a foot fetish (think what you want about it, you know it’s true). Part of the reason he loves butterfly so much is that he can suck on your toes, and he fucking loves it. It goes both ways to an extent, though for him it’s more about watching you humiliate yourself on his boot and less about the fact that it’s his boot.

I think his preferred honorifics change depending on his mood but it sets the tone of the power imbalance so much and makes him feel so in control and he fucking loves it. If it’s a no-nonsense/otherwise brattiness aloud, he’s sir. If he’s on a power high from killing, he’ll demand that you call him your god, but usually, when he just wants to feel in charge of you, it’s daddy (and so much “daddy owns that pussy, isn’t that right darlin’? Cause daddy’s owns his good girl.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His room or the basement, wherever he’s most recently been killing. There’s so much adrenaline in the moment that he needs to fuck it out, also he’s secretly smug about you needing him so bad that you’ll fuck him in his grimy bloody workspace

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to get Otis worked up. Bending over to grab something, wearing tight or revealing clothes, sometimes all it takes is just you walking into the room

But if you’ve been out with him, or him and Baby, and you’ve been helping? That’s his biggest turn on. Seeing you covered in other people’s blood or seeing the malevolent look in your eye as you kill with him, that’s the ultimate sign of your loyalty to him and therefore the hottest thing in the world

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Submit to you. You’re his girl, he owns you, you don’t get to tell him what to do unless it’s he orders you to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving. Of course he loves receiving, though it usually ends up with him fucking your face without warning and apologizing after—usually to the tune of “sorry darlin’, your fault for havin’ such a nice little mouth”

He’s not good at eating pussy in the beginning but he’s eager to learn and once he knows exactly what you like, he uses it against you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Always fast, unless he’s standing still with it all the way in, to tease. Always rough too, thrusting and groping harder than he needs to

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, and how often? As often as opportunities present themselves, which is nearly every day. Whenever he’s frustrated, whenever he’s just killed, when he’s pent up, he’ll come find you, to the point where it’s practically free use

He’ll come find you and push you against the nearest wall—“need it,” he’ll growl, grinding himself against your ass. “You gonna be a good girl and take it?”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as he’s in control, anything you want to try to he’s more than willing to do

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go two rounds, three if he hasn’t fucked in a few hours and he can last a while if he tries, but usually it’s over in a few minutes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not toys, not in the traditional sense, though in the heat of the moment he’ll stick anything in you to get a reaction. All the handles of his favorite knives are covered in you at this point

If you have toys he’d love to use them on you, to tease and overstimulate

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease, it’s half the fun for him

That’s why he loves eating you out so much, he’s directly in control of when you cum and he can make it last as long as he wants

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Erratic, either quiet grunting or yelling but no in between and no warning, and talking for most of the time

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Quickest way to get him to cum is by telling him that you’re his slut, he fucking loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think he’s six, seven if we’re being generous, inches with a slightly above average girth

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So high, he’s very likely hypersexual

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

(Assuming it’s at night) he doesn’t fall asleep too quickly, he likes to lay there for a few minutes holding you, still naked and sweating and panting.

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Ok so because of my autism I crave to be like crushed in a good way ya know? I had someone do this before but their account got deactivated so I wanted to revive it.

Can I get Rz, Michael, Otis Driftwood, Brahms Heelshire, and the Sinclair brothers with a s/o who asks for them (the slasher) to lay on top of them (the reader)

YESYES I GET IT, for me itd literally judt the feeling if the weight of somebodg i love is so securing and nice, but i love this ask omfg, also if i may i added doomhead because i know you were asking for more content if him :)

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

Slashers x Gn Reader | Laying Ontop of You

Warning: Language, Slight Teasing

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RZ Michael Myers

hes already impulsive, he acts on what he thinks, so more than not hes probably already laid ontop of you because it was what he wanted, or most convenient

he thinks of it almost as extra protected to fall asleep ontop of you, because not only is he with his s/o but he knows youd go out of your way for him, so he will get extra comfortsble

actuslly either way hes settling in, you didnt protest him when he positioned himself so now he is going to make himself at home, so what if a leg traps your arm or his body eeight is probably enough to crush you? hes calmed

BUT if you want him to donit more, and you decide to tell him, hes thoughtful about it

he now knows that you like it, so hell wrap his arms around you, or put his face to your shoulder while he rests

he is all for it, and while he may seem indifferent, or not verbally affirming you, he has a small glint in him thats grateful to know it, and he will be caring with it

with this knowledge he may try to apply it to other things now

firm hugs? letting himself lean into you while standing? a nice yet secure holding hands time? he wants to put it to the fullest extent

you may catch a smallll smile on his face while you two are half asleep

he really loves to put a hand on your chest and feel you heartbeat, or feel you breathe, something sbout it is just very easing to him and he likes to do it when you two rest

Otis Driftwood

he loves to lay his weight on you because he thinks its funny trapping you under him, because whats better than him snickering as you try to push yourself against his weight and failing?

he stares you in the eyes as he does this judt to see your reaction, but when he sees you settling in and accepting it, his fun is ruined

"Whaddya like me doin' this? I'm tryin to crush you for gods sake!"

you in fact do, and tell him this exactly

when he hears this he laughs like an idiot, he not only finds this hilarious that when he spreads himself out and prevents you from moving that you like it, but you ask if he would do it more often

"Darlin', are you feeling alright?"

thats the only argument he gives, because he sees that this is something you like and he thinks its a little nice to be able to hold you so thoroughly while you two relax

strolling his fingers along your collar bone and looking at your face, maybe keeping ideas for his art to perform later is his favorite pros about this

if you want to lay in silence hes all for it, your beauty makes him adore you, and hell take his time to look over your body and see every thing specific to you

this is a winddown time for him as well, he may put his ear to your heart and just simmer down there, or grt away from his family like that

something about the unspoken intimacy is his favorite part if this, but he wouldnt let you know that

Brahms Heelshire

i STAND my ground that he is all too nervous to touch you or hurt you, his childhood was never easy and hes not used to it, so please ease him into this at his own pace, because one day it will be holding hands, and a few weeks later his lightly cuddling you

his touches at first are cautious, he doesnt want to scare you or be too firm, and even when you tell him its alright, you can see the slight tremble in his hands when he puts them over yoh

he consistently nods at you as an 'ok' to confirm youre ok, hes worried his weight may literally crush you

once he gets more comfortable, he likes to hold you from your under arms while he rests his head on your neck, hes trying not to be as hesitant because of your smile snd your happy aura

he truly loves cuddling snd physical touch, it makes him very clingy and he feels so much closer, emotionally & physically

he falls asleep so quickly, once hes nestled in snd happy hes tired, hes been yearning for someone to hold him and the fact that your protected and secured by him, being able to feel you wont leave, makes him trust you sm more

this is definitely a milestone if youre in a relationship, he truly loves you enough to push himself to do more

he may be distant after, as hes vulnerable, but warms up nicely after, and he will ask to do this more often

is still a bit shy, so the fact that you like it will loosen him up a bit

he feels closer to you, and less awkward or nervous about asking you for intimate things🫶

DoomHead

it was one night where he was entirely exhausted after a day of outing, where the minute he hit the bed he was out

he slightly missed the bed, and ended up falling asleep on you, arms outstretched to your sides like a pillow as he slept hard

your cheeks were burning, and embracing this nice moment, you held him comfortably as you drifted off to sleep, his breath hitting your neck as he slept heavier

eventually when the morning sun came through, he got up and went about his day, trying some to not wake you up from the way you two slept

he found it a little odd you didnt tell him to move, but what should he care, you two both slept in the end

when you got up, he was sitting at a chair in the kitchen with the paper, skimming the news for anything be wanted to see, giving you a tired hum as his goodmorning

"Could've moved me y'know. Fell asleep right ontop of ya."

his eyes moved from the paper slightly, seeing if you were disturbed, but when he saw a slight smile on your face with your chest faintly quickening, he was amused

both eyebrows raised with curious look, he wanted to know whats so funny

"What? Looks like that was your best nights sleep in a while honeybun."

he loved to use his sarcastic little petnames to lighten you up, but thr last thing he expected you to say was that you actually liked it

he laughs thinking youre joking, because that night he was just limp on you, but you said you eere serious as you made your breakfast

"You like me being laying on you, is my weight a pillow for you?"

hes still trying to grasp thr concept, but in the end he realizes that you truly did appreciate it, but he will keep being a dick about it

"Whatever you say darling,"

he does slightly enjoy it because he feels like he can let some of his stress go, and it leads to him being less tense as he gets usually throughout the day

he will talk to you the whole time, he has too much fun passing the time by getting into imaginary arguments where he gets annoyed, and eventually rests his chin on your chest while he sits in silence, cooling down

Lester Sinclair

he is too damn excited when he gets to hold you, bear hugs, resting his chin on your head or shoulder, kissing your forehead and pulling you along when your holding hands

so when you even mention the fact that you like it, hes curious, he wants to see why youre all flustered just asking

so after a ling day of work, he asks if you can 'do that cuddle thing'

he is also very careful when adjusting himself to s comfortable position, but he likes to pull you close to him as he smiles into your chest

his hat falls onto you and he likes to put it on you since youre like his ' gorgeous image', he thinks you look wonderful

very hearty laugh, so if he laughs with his head tilted on its side on your chest, you can feel the vibrations from it

he is such an open and chill boyfriend, he thinks this new way of cuddling is perfect and lived to bring it up in a fun light

he likes to try to stay awake since this is the time where you two talk about anything n everything, its calming and peaceful

but he is very prone to sleeping sweetly on you

he trusts you truly, and this is like a dream he never knew he was having that was fulfilled

Vincent Sinclair

if snything, he is the most thoughtful brother when it comes to this

are you sure? what if he hurts you? maybe hes too heavy for you? how could he live with himself if something happened?

he takes caution when you ask, and slowly transitions from sleeping by your side to resting on your chest lightly

while hes there he loves to admire your features, your face is so delicate and he wishes he could explain to you judt how encapsulating you look, but his muse could never be captured perfectly that would reflect their natural beauty

when you tell him youd want this, hes not weirded out, he understands to just want something that may seem ofd but is truly comforting to you

he takes strands of your hair in his hand to examine, putting his head sideways while he sleepily adores everything sbout you

rubbing his back is something that makes him melt into you, its so reassuring he loves it

if you fall asleep or begin to shoe signs your tired, he wants to fall asleep with you, so hell trace your body in a calming way

sometimes his hair may fall as a curtain when he looks over you, his hair is soft and strong, giving you two a little privacy curtain while he presses light kisses over you

just happy to be with you likr this, its almost a privilege to him to have soft and caring touches

Bo Sinclair

oh my god hes laughing when you tell him, he has small tears springing from the corners of his eyes from laughing because you outta be joking

youre not?? oh sweetheart, you want a hefty man like him to relax on you? if its what youd like

hes not exactly against it, hes surprised and amused you said anything like that, but to see what its like, why not

he thinks hell be able to outlast you, its almost like a game of chicken for him, lets see how ling till youre begging him to move, and he will, smugly

but as you two rest and grt settled in, you have thr most serene look on your face like this is enjoyable, and he gets his doubts

he soon realizes this is a battle he wont win, and thats how the first time went

second time was slightly better, he can be a heavy sleeper when hes truly at peace, and a slight snorer, so if you feel his head just rest hesvily and a noise come from him, hes out cold

probably the best nights sleep he got in a bit

likes to mess with you subtly, flicking your nose softly or playing and abruptly coming to a stop when he runs his hands through your hair

he likes to see how relaxed tou get, its impressive to him

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i finslly got to this im so sorry🤞🤞 but i hope u like it!!

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 3 months

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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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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.

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