#Otis firefly x you

[jokeringcutio]

Otis B. Driftwood X (f) Reader Modern AU

Warnings: 18+, DARK, Noncon/Dubcon, Murder, corpse abuse. Slasher Fandom/Horror Fandom fic.

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil's Rejects and 3 From Hell.

Pairing: Otis. B. Driftwood x (f/female Identifying) Reader

Summary: You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

AN: Surprise, Surprise @myers-meadow <3 I wrote this after our chat yesterday night. Consider it an alternative way of meeting Otis. Sweet dreams tonight.

~

A message, like any other, pinged on your screen. Candy 123, it said. You’re good at this game.

Thank you, you sent as a reply, relieved to be contacted by another female player. At least, you figured she must be a female. Most players in this game were men, but this user’s profile indicated you were talking to a girl or someone who identified as one. You’d checked it before you replied, of course. You’re pretty good yourself.

It took only a moment before a new message appeared on the screen. Want to do the next round together?

There wasn’t even any doubt. You dove straight back in.

~

Talking to Candy was fun. She seemed to be creative and very passionate about her art. She told you she lived in a nearby town and that her father worked at a gas station. She created statues in an atelier at her house. You told her you wanted to see her art, but she hesitated. Perhaps she was just shy, you thought.

Sometimes she was joined by Baby Fly, a sister, Candy had said. The two of them gathered whole teams around them in-game and together, you won the most brutal of rounds. A shame, really, that many of the players that joined in suddenly stayed away. Perhaps their real lives got too busy, you thought. And besides, a new player would join in after a while.

When summer came, and you announced you’d be bored out of your mind, Candy finally invited you over to her house to come and see her art. You’d been elated. You called your best friends and told them where you’d be headed and when. You were no fool.

You hit the road with a good feeling about this. Excitement bubbled within your belly. You were going to meet one of the tightest friends you’d made on the internet. Needless to say, you were looking forward to it so much, you weren’t scared to go to the stranger’s house. It was Candy. She’d be okay.

~

When you arrived at the house, you instantly knew something was amiss. A blonde girl opened the door, and for a moment you were relieved. This was Candy, right? But no, she shook her head and smiled at you. She was actually Baby. Candy would be coming down the stairs soon, and would you come in?

So you went in and waited with a smile.

There was an odd pungent smell within the house. One that reminded you of rot and dead mice. Your stomach clenched and turned, and you had to bite back the bile that had started to rise in your throat. You had accepted a drink from Baby, but couldn’t get yourself to drink from it. Surely, something was amiss.

Just when you thought you should better get up and go, you heard voices drifting down from the landing.

“Baby will entertain our guest till we’re ready,” a male voice said.

“I can’t wait,” another man replied. And now you knew for certain that you’d been lured into a spider’s nest. You quickly shot up from the couch and apologized, but Baby blocked the way.

“Leaving now wouldn’t be fair,” she said. Behind you, the staircase creaked. “You haven’t met Candy yet.”

You slowly turned to look over your shoulder to see a pale man at the top of the staircase. His hair was white. Albino? you thought. Or just bleached? And then he smiled a rotten smile.

The devil himself, something inside of you screamed. Getting out suddenly became vital. The feeling of pinpricks on your skin and needles of ice down your spine was enough to move you forward. You managed to get past Baby, and even succeeded in opening the door. But then large hands came upon your shoulders and you were pulled back into the house, screaming and kicking.

Baby closed the doors and you met Candy for the very first time.

~

Candy was not a girl like she had said to be. She wasn’t even your age. He told you he chose the username after a good lay in a whorehouse several miles away. Candy had been his favorite. He told you this with no shame, hands on the stained fabric on his thighs. Dried blood covered him, his jeans, and his white shirt. The one thing he hadn’t lied about had been his creative tendencies, and you were introduced to some of his art pieces.

They were horrifying.

The man took you to his bed. The stranger you had heard him talk to upstairs earlier on, and Baby helped him tie you down to it. And then he ravished your lips with his before his attention to your body slipped lower. It felt as if the sheer size of him could rip you apart. But despite his rough thrusts, you remained in one piece. For now.

Otis, as the man was called, happily explained that he lured you here to become part of one of his new expositions. He had ideas for you – oh so many! He had kept you on the back burner for a bit, not quite inviting you over until he had thought of the perfect piece of art that he could feature you in. And you silently cursed that you had ever shown him pictures of you from everyday life. He had known your looks, while he had lied about his own. He had played you well.

And now you we’re going to die.

But Otis seemed to postpone the moment of your death. Instead, he kept rummaging around the room, complained about tools that had disappeared, and showed you a few more of the mutilated corpses that he considered to be art.

He left your nether regions unclad and on display all the while, and you noticed how his eyes darted back between your legs ever so often. As if he was imagining how your intimate parts would look in one of his displays. “A flower, perhaps,” you wondered. “With the petals peeled back?”

To your own shock, you found yourself voicing your thoughts out loud. “Would he use your abused core as the center of his newest piece? Would it delight him to see it still leaking his cum?"

His eyes lit up at your words and he crawled over you. His long hair tickled your naked skin.

“Like it?” he rasped, voice hoarse and resembling a primal growl. “Love it. Devour it. Adore it.” It seemed there were not enough words to describe what that idea did to him because he started rambling above you about all the thrills he would feel to have you on display like that.

“You have such pretty thoughts,” he murmured at the end of it, eyes wild at first but softening when he locked them with yours. He brushed a finger gently down your cheek and chuckled. “You know, you are the first to think along. Like, properly give me suggestions. And I love it. Love what you ask me to do. I think I might,” and then his lips were upon yours again and you closed your eyes thinking this was it.

Hoping it would be over soon.

It never ended though.

~

It had been a game to him. A new exotic way to gain fresh specimens for his exhibition. The game console stood in the corner of the room, neatly stored underneath the television. You were one of his recent catches, now seated on the couch. But he just couldn’t get his head around it. He liked you more alive than he liked you dead. And wasn’t that quite a miracle itself?

You were dressed in one of his shirts. Baby promised to bring back some new clothes for you next time she went into the city after the ones you had arrived in had been used in one of Otis’s latest creations. You meekly obeyed each and every one of his sinful whims. Most of the time, all he seemed to want was a kiss or to be deep inside of you. He taught you new tricks and was proud of the skills you were learning. New techniques to give him pleasure. Ways to bring him to a climax even sooner.

He encouraged you to take part in his new projects by either thinking along or helping him to prepare a new piece of art. He knew it sickened you to hurt others, but he did not leave you much of a choice. Otis was violent and impulsive. He acted first and, only in some rare instances, he would regret it later. But that meant that most of the time, he would literally force your hand to cut up a body with a knife. He’d hold your wrist and guide you through it. He made you skin one of his victims and sew it into a suit. He made you paint a heart with fresh blood and had you watch him as he made love to another of his centerpieces.

It had been weeks now since you got here and even the family members seemed to have grown used to your presence. A good thing, you darkly thought while you observed your new boyfriend in silence. Soon they would let their shields down, and you would be out of here.

Bye, Bye Otis, you thought with a smile. At that precise moment, he turned to face you. Of course, he was unaware of the murderous thoughts in your mind and he stepped closer again. You heard the muffled screams from the young man tied up behind him. But Otis ignored him. He only had eyes for you.

“How about one more go before I start slicing up our new guest?” he hummed.

You spread your legs for him and leaned back on the couch. One day soon, he’d be in one of his art displays himself, you silently vowed. Then, with one thrust, he was firmly inside. Your lips parted in a gasp.

You couldn’t wait for that day to come.

[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

[demon-lover-669]

Slasher: you know kids these days are wimps!

Y/n: it’s not my fault you had to fight dinosaurs back in your day!

Slasher: how old do you think I am?!

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

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

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

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

bo sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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

otis driftwood

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby firefly

she kinda relates

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

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

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

vincent sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

[Main Masterlist]

[horrorjunki3]

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.

[wildgirllz]

Slashers x bubbly!girlfriend:

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

TUMBLR SEXYMAN SHOWDOWN : BRACKET

everyday a different poll will be held and the winning slasher will progress onto the next stage. until their is only one left standing.

I'll be updating this post everytime someone progresses/is eliminated

I couldn't fit as many people as I originally wanted in (so sorry simps better luck next year 😔❤)

Massive thanks to @restlesssucculent !!! They were a huge help ♡♡♡♡ (so sorry about Billy babes xxx)

Current round: https://at.tumblr.com/yourlocalcryingcryptid/slasher-showdown/4w1wjiwd6qvg

Round 1

https://www.tumblr.com/yourlocalcryingcryptid/709008294067535872/winner

https://at.tumblr.com/yourlocalcryingcryptid/winner/bp4s1qyng73e

https://at.tumblr.com/yourlocalcryingcryptid/winner/4egps68g4j6d

https://www.tumblr.com/yourlocalcryingcryptid/709321849247547392/winner

[spidergutz-writes]

He cares.

Otis driftwood x reader, a Drabble for my bestie @myers-meadow . fluff, angst if you squint and read backwards, comfort :> , a bit of gore, but nothing serious.

Warmth

darkness

Silence

those are the sole things keeping you alive right now as you lay on the couch, cocooned with a soft blanket that baby had gratefully given you. Sleep is but a wish for you, as you do your best to clear your mind and calm down, but your head is in shambles. It feels as if someone is constantly bashing in your skull with a hammer, and the light that peeks it’s way through the cover is blinding. You attempt to blockout the light by moving the cover some more.

it doesn’t work.

you’d want nothing more than to sleep this wretched curse of a headache off, but alas, it seems god wanted you to suffer, and stay wide awake throughout this purgatory like punishment.

Though silence in not something you can seem to achieve in this house, as screams and cries of agony ring through the entire household, followed by none other than baby’s giggles. Even if you’ve grown used to it, at a time like this, it feels like her giggling is actually stabbing you in the head. You can hear the pounding in your skull, and it’s driving you crazy. It feels as though your body will explode, and honestly you’re sure you would rather that, than this.

you had tried powering through it, doing chores, but you almost passed out when you tried to pick up a towel, and that’s when baby “insisted” forced you to lay down on the couch.

While in the haze of your own thoughts, a small creak in the floor bored has you wincing, Even small and subtle noises hurt. But you feel more at ease at the familiar pattern of the steps that approach you.

Otis.

the smell of blood is strong, but once again, familiar. And, oddly enough, comforting. the weight on the couch shifts, and you groan, the shift causing your head to move. After a solid second or two, you can feel him start to lay down next to you, him opting to be big spoon as always, you slowly scoot over to make room for him. His body enveloping yours, completely caging you in, per say.

Nonetheless, his arm snakes around your waist, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck, plus the warmth radiating from his body is oh so comforting. “Ya feelin okay princess?”

Otis’s voice is unusually soft, and helps soothe your mind ever so slightly. You’re too exhausted and in pain to answer verbally so, instead you just shake your head no. Otis doesn’t say anything back, and instead, slowly urges you to turn around. You obey his silent command, and turn onto your other side.

your now face to face with your boyfriend, and you can now properly see the worry in his eyes.

you never told him about your headaches, mostly because they were rare and you didn’t feel the need to, but now wish you would’ve. you know that if you would have told him about this, he would’ve known exactly how to handle this, but right now, he’s relying on pure instinct to try and take care of you. Which all in all, isn’t such a bad thing, considering how you already feel a little more at peace In his arms.

Safe…

You still don’t feel like talking, so you just snuggle closer to Otis, burying your face into his chest, the comfort and safety of him being near eases your mind a little more, and you finally feel as though you can sleep.

your eyes are heavy, and your head is becoming fuzzy.

his hand reaches around you to softly stroke your hair, and as sleep slowly takes you, you can hear him mumble something.

just a soft and sweet “love you….”

Otis is very rarely soft, and that’s why moments like these are worth millions to you, because this is how you know he truly cares.

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OH GOD-

this took forever for me to write and I’m so sorry. I really need to manage my time better-

but anyways, as always, please give me constructive criticism!

and! Request are still open, and I would gladly take any HC requests you might have! Please give me HC requests- I’m actually begging you PLEASE-

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

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

[frogzzai]

Slasher masterlist!

Please send in requests! Feel free to request any character even if they aren't on here, i'll write for anyone. This will be updated with any other works I do.

Multi-Masterlist!

Vincent Sinclair

How the slashers would take to face sitting

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Bo Sinclair

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Michael Myers

How the slashers would take to face sitting

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Jason Vorhees

How the slashers would take to face sitting

How protective I think the slashers would be

Giving Jason head for the first time

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Tiffany Valentine

How the slashers would take to face sitting

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Thomas Hewitt

How the slashers would take to face sitting

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Bubba Sawyer

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Otis Driftwood

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

Baby Firefly

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

The Collector (Asa Emory)

How protective I think the slashers would be

Would they prefer giving or receiving oral?

[loveandmurders]

House of 1000 Corpses Masterlist

Baby and Otis’ new pet (Otis Driftwood x g/n reader x Baby Firefly headcanons, sightly NSFW)

NSFW headcanons with Baby Firefly (x female reader)

[blackenedsnow]

art the clown, jason voorhees, thomas hewitt, tiffany valentine and otis driftwood with a goth s/o? :D

slashers with a goth s/o ; headcanons

WARNING:

PAIRING: Art the Clown x Goth! Reader, Jason Voorhees x Goth! Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Goth! Reader, Tiffany Valentine x Goth! Reader, Otis Driftwood x Goth! Reader

NOTE: I love this so much!! As a goth, this was so much fun to write AAHH!! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :D

ART THE CLOWN

Art is non-verbal, but he’s an excellent mimic.

He’ll listen to music with you and try to “dance along” in his creepy, mime-like way.

Bauhaus? Siouxsie? Whatever. He’s all in.

Art adores your aesthetic.

He’s already a fan of theatrics and over-the-top looks, so he sees your style as an extension of his own love for the dramatic.

If anyone mocks your look, they won’t live to regret it.

Art sees your style as sacred, and he’ll take special care to make sure the offender’s end is particularly theatrical.

He loves how you’re both “outsiders,”

Your style reminds him of the things he loves! Dead things.

But unlike his usual grim interests, you’re warm, alive, and you notice him.

That fascinates him endlessly.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason is shy and hesitant at first.

Your aesthetic catches him off guard—he doesn’t meet many people, let alone anyone with such a striking style.

But once he warms up, he loves it.

The music you play around him, especially softer tracks, is incredibly soothing to his mind.

Bands like The Cure become his favorite.

Pamela is… skeptical of you at first.

She's worried your dark aesthetic would be a bad influence on her boy.

But after seeing how kind and patient you are with Jason, she approved. (You also keep her son calm, so she can’t argue with the results.)

Jason is protective to an extreme degree.

If anyone dares to insult you or your style, he’ll make sure they never bother you again.

Let’s just say Camp Crystal Lake has one more “missing camper.”

He loves sitting quietly with you, watching you do your makeup or put together an outfit.

He doesn’t understand it fully but finds it fascinating and comforting to watch.

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas was unsure about you at first.

Your style stood out so much in the rural Texas environment, and it took him a while to understand it.

But once he did, he couldn’t get enough of how unique and beautiful you were.

His family, on the other hand, was… less accepting.

Hoyt made plenty of snide comments at first, and Luda Mae worried about how “different” you seemed.

But after they saw how happy you made Thomas, their attitudes softened.

Thomas loves how confident you are in your look.

It inspires him, especially since he’s always struggled with his own appearance.

Your music is a huge comfort to him.

It helps drown out the chaos of his life.

He especially loves slower, atmospheric songs—anything that lets him close his eyes and relax after a long day.

TIFFANY VALENTINE

Tiffany's goth herself, so having a partner who shares her love of dark fashion and culture is a dream come true.

You two are the ultimate spooky power couple.

She’ll raid your wardrobe and lend you her own pieces.

Date nights often involve matching outfits!!

Tiffany doesn’t care what anyone thinks about your relationship or your style.

If someone dares to insult either of you, she’ll handle it—usually in a very violent, very Tiff way.

She’s incredibly affectionate and constantly showers you with compliments.

She loves how unapologetically you express yourself and always reminds you that you’re stunning, no matter what anyone says.

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

Otis was initially surprised by your aesthetic but quickly grew to appreciate it.

He’s always been drawn to people who stand out.

The Firefly family, on the other hand, took some time to adjust.

Baby loved your look and immediately bonded with you over fashion tips.

While Mama is suspicious of your “big city ways.”

Otis doesn’t care—he likes what he likes.

He’ll mock you playfully at first, calling you things like “Dracula” or “Morticia,” but deep down, he admires how unapologetically you embrace who you are.

He’s the same way, after all.

Otis is fascinated by your music taste.

He doesn’t fully get it, but he respects it—especially when you introduce him to more aggressive goth or industrial tracks.

He’s a fan of She Wants Revenge after a while, even if he won’t admit it.

He loves your individuality and makes it very clear that anyone who disrespects you disrespects him, too.

[bosinclairsgff]

Pet names the slashers use

Warnings: none

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface

A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry

- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.

- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.

- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.

- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.

- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.

- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!

- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.

- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.

- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.

[demon-lover-669]

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

Slasher: you called and here I am~

Y/n: good boy~

[venus-haze]

Watch It Bring You To Your Knees (Baby Firefly x Reader)

Summary: You should've never told your boyfriend to pick up the hitchhiker on the side of the road...right?

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Happy Femslash February y’all! Anyway, don’t interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Kidnapping. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent, elements of petplay, sadism, degradation, spanking, oral sex (f. receiving), boot riding. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Baby Firefly was the most obnoxious, irritating, nasty bitch you’d ever had the displeasure of running into in your life. To make the situation you found yourself in worse, you were the one who told your boyfriend to pick up the hitchhiking woman, even though he wanted to keep driving. You supposed you were better off with her than with Otis, though. Your boyfriend’s anguished screams from down the hall put every horror movie you ever watched to shame. Baby wasn’t shy about using a knife, you had plenty of cuts of varying depth to show for it, but your last stupid burst of courage had yet to rear its ugly head as she gleefully snapped a dog collar around your neck.

“Okay, now sit!” she ordered.

You were silent, sending the meanest glare you could muster to her. As if it’d make a difference.

“C’mon, be a good puppy and sit!”

“Fuck you.” You spat in her face.

Your cheek stung with the force she used to backhand you, taking advantage of your moment of disorientation to press her knife against your throat. 

“I should cut your fucking tongue out for that,” she hissed, her nose touching yours. “But you did tell your dumbass boyfriend to pick me up.” She regarded you silently for a moment. “You still gotta pay.”

She hauled you up by your collar, choking you in the process. You fruitlessly clawed at her hand, but she didn’t release you until you were bent over her lap in front of her vanity, chest burning as she grabbed your ass cheeks. 

“I think ten is good to start, don’t you?”

“Ten?” you breathed hoarsely.

“Nah, you’re right, twenty-five’s more like it.”

Your eyes widened.

She grinned, slapping her hand against your ass. She did so again, harder, causing you to gasp in pain. “Hey dummy, it don’t count if you don’t count,” she taunted, spanking you again. “So count.”

“One.”

“There ya go!” 

At ten, she claimed her hand was sore, and you thought you were getting off easy. Except she grabbed a hairbrush from her vanity, each spank with that stinging even worse than her hand. You could barely choke out the number when it snapped in half against your welted asscheek at twenty-one.

You knew better by then to expect her to give you a break. She simply shrugged, throwing the broken hair brush aside and going back to spanking you with her hand. By the time you reached twenty-five, hot tears rolled down your face, both in pain and embarrassment at how wet you’d gotten. Each time you squirmed in her lap, you could feel your wetness slicking up your inner thighs.

She scratched her nails against your raw skin, giggling when you whimpered in pain. Her hand drifted between your thighs, her fingers prodding at your wet pussy. “I guess that wasn’t much of a punishment, was it? Feels like you liked it a lot.” She slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a frustratingly slow pace. You moaned, rutting against her hand to try to get more friction. She hummed, curling her fingers inside you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers. Fuck, you were close, you were so fucking–“I think you still need to show me how sorry you are for bein’ so rude.”

A whine caught in your throat when she pulled her hand away, instead grabbing you by the collar and pushing you onto your knees in front of her. She shimmed out of her panties, throwing them aside and opening her legs. You looked from her pussy to her face, eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn’t really expect you to–

“Don’t go all prude on me. If you’re gonna run your mouth, you’re gonna put it to good use,” she said, before cruelly adding, “Just pretend you’re kissin’ your little boyfriend.”

With a shaky breath, you leaned in, too slowly for Baby’s liking, because she gripped the back of your head and pushed your face against her pussy. Your nose brushed her clit as you tentatively licked between her folds. You didn’t want to make her feel good, she didn’t deserve it, even if she was hot, but she’d do a hell of a lot worse than spank your ass raw if you didn’t do what you were told this time 

You tried thinking about what you liked when your boyfriend actually went down on you, what you wanted him to do when he did. You dragged your tongue up her pussy until you reached her clit, giving it a few flicks before closing your lips around it, the lewd sound of you sucking her wet cunt mixed with her moans, sending a rush of pleasure down your spine.

You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit, sloppily moaning against Baby’s pussy. She was practically riding your face at that point, though she got wise to her suddenly doing most of the heavy lifting. “Uh-uh, this is the only way you’re gonna cum,” she sneered, shoving her dirty cowboy boot between your legs. “C’mon, hump it like a good little bitch.”

With a shaky breath, you rubbed yourself against it, finding your rhythm more quickly than you cared to admit. Your calves ached the harder you grinded against Baby’s boot, but pleasure curled its tendrils through your abdomen, beckoning you closer to release. 

“Tell me my boot feels better than any dick you’ve let in your cunt.” When you moved away from her pussy to speak, she grabbed you by the hair. “Use your fingers, stupid, don’t leave me hangin’.” You nodded, fingering her in the absence of your mouth. She moaned, “Now say it.”

“Your boot–” She flexed her foot, pushing it against your pussy, the pressure hitting your clit at just the right spot to make your hips jerk. “Fuck–your boot feels better than any dick I’ve let in my cunt.”

“Now say, ‘Thank you for letting me your slut, Baby.’”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Thank you for letting me be your slut, Baby.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against your hand. Her fingers dug into the back of your head, pushing your face against her pussy again. You didn’t need to be told that time, your tongue lapping her up while rubbing circles against her clit. Static filled your brain as you tried to focus on Baby’s pleasure and your own, the two seeming to converge as she came on your tongue with a high-pitched whine, soaking your face. At the same time, her boot rubbed harder against your aching cunt, sending you over the edge as you clung to her leg, your wet face pressed against her thigh as you hopelessly rode out your orgasm on her boot. 

You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, not when you were seeing stars and she was probably the last person you were ever gonna see anyway. Fuck, if she was gonna kill you, at least you got the best orgasm of your life first.

“Will you two keep it the fuck down?” Otis shouted through the door, shattering the salacious haze you’d gotten lost in.

“Mind your fucking business!” Baby yelled back, grabbing the nearest object from her vanity and throwing it at the wall. “Perv!” Though she shouted that with a smile.

When she pulled her boot out from under you, she snickered as she kicked her foot around, watching how your juices glistened against the leather. “You liked that a lot, huh?” A grin spread across her face. “I’m gonna have to keep you around a while.”

[horrorjunki3]

Otis with an s/o who does professional or, more likely, illegal underground fighting?

like, they go to those shady underground bars, with the fighting rinks, and fight for money there. They definitely like the adrenaline rush of just, basically caving someone’s skull in with just their bare fists?

Warnings: Canon typical violence, otis is his own warning, low-key reader is there own warning, slight NSFW at the end - can be avoided

AN: Reader is GN, all I could thing about during this is fight club ngl

Otis Driftwood with a Reader who is an illegal fighter

I feel like you would meet because Otis and Baby visit these underground fighting places - they get drunk and enjoy the blood

At the start of your relationship he hates it - his a pretty dominant guy and sees you as a threat but after a while he finds it hot and loves how useful you are to the family

"You like smashing skulls in pretty thin'? Wanna help me out with the rabbits?"

The money you win definitely helps the family out alot!

Mama or baby will tend your wounds after a fight

He acts like he doesn't care but he will go to everyone of your fights, and cheers for you!

Will come up to you after every fight give u a kiss on the head and coo at you

You guys play fight alot and he is a sore loser so please let him win!

NSFW headcannons

Otis thinks its so hot and if you leave him to tend to your wounds he'll end up fucking your brains out - I don't make the rules I'm sorry

After every fight he'll come up behind you and rub his hard on you telling you how good you were, how sexy it was to see you fight, how strong you are

His into power play stuff so he'd wanna wrestle you "don't hold back pretty thing" loves when you hurt him practically cums in his pants when you Dom him - he'll never admit it tho