#corpse oneshot

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

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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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[minkyungseokie]

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All my favorite YouTube and TikTok influencers that are rarely written about!

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Arthur Frederick, better known online as Arthur TV, is a Jersey commentary YouTuber known for his entertaining commentary and calm.

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Corpse Husband

Corpse Husband  also known as CORPSE, is an American YouTuber and musician from San Diego, California, United States. He is best known for his deep, distinguishable voice and playing Among Us with other YouTubers and Twitch streamers, along with his horror narrations.

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Jeremy Wang better known online as Disguised Toast (or simply Toast), is an Taiwanese-born Canadian gaming YouTuber and Twitch streamer who mainly makes content around League of Legends and Among Us on both platforms.

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Thomas  better known online as Sykkuno is an American YouTuber, live streamer, and former Twitch streamer who is mainly known for his gaming content.

The Eret

Alastair better known online as Eret (also known as TheEret), is an English gaming YouTuber known for playing Minecraft on YouTube and Twitch.

Spifey

George "Geo" Anderson better known online as Spifey, is an English Minecraft gaming YouTube channel that shows off older versions of the game. Some of the content on Spifey's channel include listening to certain annoying songs to win money for a long period of time with users of Minecraft on the servers and trolling his friends with cursed Minecraft mods

Skeppy

Zak Ahmed better known online as Skeppy, is an American YouTuber known for his Minecraft challenge videos involving numerous contestants and his collaborations with fellow YouTuber BadBoyHalo.

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[slashv1xen]

Hiii! I have an idea in my mind, but you don't have to write about it!!!

Maybe Otis brings home a person he liked (not a victim, they met somewhere else) and waiting for them to realise about his deeds and THEN he can kill them because of their reaction. But the person is like "Oh, cool" and continues talking to Firefly family carelessly. What would be his reaction?

ooh this one got me thinking 💭

i reckon otis would be stunned, and have a blank expression on his face as he thinks why this person isn’t scared senseless. ‘what? how they ain’t scared?’

but if otis is interested in u he would probably have a smirk on his face and probably keep u around (ur also now baby’s best friend, good job!), but if not he’ll most likely kill u out of spite.

the two of u probably met in either a bar (this man is a heavy drinker), captain spaulding’s gas station or at red hot pussy liquor (he’s incredibly sleazy what can i say).

one shot 💗

“okay, enough!” you announced as you put the shot glass down, gasping from the taste of the strong vodka. the man beside you, who introduced himself as otis just laughed and took a swig straight from the bottle (much to the bartenders protests).

“what’s wrong honey, i thought you could handle this, hm?” he teased, chuckling at your annoyed expression. “not more than 8 fuckin’ shots!” you snap, in disbelief as he looked at you, amused.

“how about you come home with me, i ain’t so drunk i can’t give you a ride liar and my mama can fix ya somethin’ real nice. least i can do, especially after you paying.” you rolled your eyes at his offer, but a small smile on your face was present.

“fine, you’re right. least you can do after giving me damn alcohol poisoning,” you say, to which otis laughs and says that you’re being dramatic.

after 20 minutes otis pulls up into what looked like an abandoned farm house. if you didn’t know you’d think the house was derelict. the door happened to be unlocked, to which otis let out a grumble and pushed it open, the two of you stepping inside.

the house was a mess, to say the least. you stepped over the empty glass bottle and year-old newspapers and sat on the couch, smoothing over your pants. otis said that he’ll be back in a second, and for you to just “hang tight cutie pie”, smiling as you laughed.

after what seemed like a few minutes two women came down the stairs. a younger one, about your age, and an older one who looked about 55. they both sat down next to you and introduced themselves as “mama firefly but just call me mama” and “baby”.

you were chatting with baby about movies while mama was making you a “special meal”, when otis pulled you aside, a devilish grin on his face.

“well, i figured now would be a good time to tell you…” he started, purposely being slow to create tension (to be an asshole)

“yeah? what did you need?” you reply, looking back at baby who waved to you, and you waved back. otis sighed, that grin still present.

“i tell this to everyone that comes here, and well, none of ‘em have made it out…” you were confused, why was this man talking in riddles? “i’m gonna kill you.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“shit, really?” you ask, no emotion in your voice. he nods, waiting for your reaction. “okay, just make it quick then.” you shrugged and walked back to the couch with baby, chatting again as if nothing happened.

otis however, was dumbfounded. he just said he would kill you, and you didn’t care? how? he was so confused, he can’t even think straight. hell, he can’t even think at all. the smirk slowly returned to his face as he thought of his next move.

‘maybe we could have a future together…’

hi hi, this was so much fun to write! in my eyes, this is so in character and i can totally imagine something like this happening in one of the movies. please never shy away from requests, i’m happy to do anything (that is SFW ofc). have a good day and i hope you enjoyed!

[fedzkun]

Izuku having AFO-like Quirk obsessions to the point of writing Quirk-centric fanfiction as he fantasizes about wielding and entertaining himself with said Quirks

[intimacyequalsdeath]

#9 and #25 w/ Otis ?🫢🫠

Of course! Thank so so much for the request and as usual my apologies this took so long! The prompts requested for this one are as follows:

Prompt 9: "Run" Prompt 25: "Fuck you"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No Specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used.

TW: Canon typical violence, Otis Driftwood is pretty much his own trigger warning so just use your own discretion please <3

"Fuck you!"

You spat at Otis from your spot on the landing of the stairs. He fixed you with an incredulous look from his spot standing at the top of the stairs.

"Baby you better watch your goddamn mouth when your talking to me"

You rolled your eyes at him, you had been here long enough to know that when it came to you most of what Otis said was empty threats. You made Otis soft, something that Baby thought was absolutely hilarious.

"No Otis! Fuck you! You always do this shit to me. You get my hopes up and then get wrapped up in 20 other things"

You were angry with him because once again had he promised to you that he would take you out somewhere special and then when the day came he had gotten busy with 20 different things, half of which included his own "Projects".

"Bunny I fuckin' told you I don't know how goddamn sorry you want me to be. I have important shit I gotta do"

"I'm tired of being second in your life Otis"

You bit back a smile, your plan being employed. You knew how to get Otis where you wanted him. The only person in the entire world who knew how to work up the killer without becoming one of his victims.

"Sugar don't start with me"

"No Otis, I'm tired of it! If you won't do anything about it then maybe, maybe I'll just go find someone who has time for me then"

You saw Otis stiffen at your words. A thick tense fog of uncertain emotion falling between the two of at your standoff on the stairs. Hook, line and sinker, you got Otis exactly where you want him.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I said maybe I'd just go find a man who'd give me his time"

Otis spat out a laugh as he slowly began descending the stairs toward you.

"Fine, If you think I don't have time for you I'll fuckin' show you time. Run."

As fast as the word had come out of his mouth you bolted. You breeze through the living room and out the front door. You heard Mama from some where behind you scolding Otis for the running in the house as usual when the two of you were up to your antics.

You shot out of the house and crossed the yard into the brush and trees. Though you knew deep down your attempts to flee were fleeting, Otis would catch up, he always did but you didn't care all too much. You wouldn't have it any other way.

The tall grass whipped against your legs as you ran through it. You dodged under tree limbs and over top of fallen trees until you found a small clearing with a large stump almost smack in the middle of it.

You sat, perfectly in the middle of the stump and waited for Otis. Yourself, presented to him like a gift as you stripped off your shirt and pants and leaned back onto your hands as you waited for him to appear in the brush.

Within a few moments there he was, standing between the trees that surrounded the clearing. His eyes raked up and down your body as he approached you, taking his time to make sure he took you in as much as possible.

You grinned up at him, taking a lip between your teeth.

"Is this enough time for you?"

Otis remarked as you stood from the stump to meet him halfway, Gently moving your discarded clothes off to the side as you stood.

"You know I wasn't actually that mad, It's just frustrating when your so busy and I wanna spend time with you"

"Yellin' at me ain't the way to fix it though"

"But it's the only way you'll hear me. Well, except when I'm like this"

You said motioning to your bare body, Otis smirked as he reached to place his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

"I'm a hardheaded motherfucker aren't I?"

"Otis Driftwood, you are the most stubborn man I've ever met"

"But you're still here aren't you?"

"As if I'd actually be allowed to leave"

"That's right, You're mine. Even if you left I'd hunt you down to the ends of the earth"

"I wouldn't wanna leave"

You whispered to him, despite the fact you were the only two in the clearing. You pressed your lips to his and he slipped his tounge into your mouth.

Otis pulled away after fighting for dominance of your mouth and smiled darkly at you.

"You know, I heard there's some bad men in these woods. You really shouldn't be out here naked like this. Who knows what could happen to you"

"mmm, bad men you say? what kind of bad men"?

"Men that would take advantage of little bunnies like you"

"That'd be a shame wouldn't it. You're not one of those bed men are you?"

"Oh sugar, I'm the worst"

You grinned up at him as you leaned in so your chest was against his still clothed one.

"Ya know, I was hoping you'd say that"

[bad268]

Rain (Corpse Husband X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Day 11 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 465

As always, my requests are OPEN

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You slowly climbed out of bed. It still looked dark outside as you walked through your living room. You stopped to look out the window and saw the large, dark grey clouds covering the sky. Just as you were about to walk away, you saw a lightning strike in the distance. You knew it was about to rain. 

With a smile and a sigh, you continued your trek to the kitchen, where Corpse was already standing with two bowls of cereal ready. You walked up next to him and jumped up to sit on the counter next to where he was leaning against the counter. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before he moved to stand between your legs and leaned back against you as you both looked out the large windows of your apartment at the raging storm outside while eating our cereals. 

You ate in silence with the only noise in the apartment being the occasional rumbling of thunder outside. It was comforting as you gazed at the water falling outside. While you both loved when it rained, it was for completely different reasons.

“Can we go for a drive today?” You broke the tranquility as you set your bowl off to the side and wrapped your arms around Corpse’s shoulders. You rested your head against his shoulder as you tried to read his expressions. You could tell he really didn’t want to leave the apartment, but driving in the rain was something you rarely got to enjoy in San Deigo. “Please?”

“What’s in it for me?” He teased as he glared at you with a smirk on his lips. You chuckled and couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips quickly.

“How about I give you full access to the playlist, and I give you a head message when we get back? Maybe we get ice cream or something on the way back,” You offered, but Corpse’s eyes immediately snapped to yours as you felt him tense up and turn around in your hold. “I’d order. You don’t need to say anything. Plus, I doubt there would be many people there. It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“Can we also watch Death Note again?” 

“We can watch any anime you want,” You chuckled as you ran a hand through his unruly curls, trying your best to tame them. “You also want to pick up dinner? I don’t really want to make it when we get back.”

“It’s one of those days?” He joked, moving to put both of your bowls in the sink and filling them with water.

“It’s just one of those days,” You continued the joke as you bobbed your head. “Anyways, I’ll let you pick, but we should head out now. We should head out. We’re wasting rain!”

~~~~~

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Welcome to THE QUIRKIEST EARTHBOUND INSPIRED TOURNAMENT!

By request of a few people I'll be hosting a Tumblr version of Nekobot's quirky EarthBound inspired tournament from Twitter.

Rounds will last 1 week and they will begin as soon as the previous round ends, results are separate from Twitter's (meaning that there may be different winners in each version).

May the quirkiest win. (～￣▽￣)～

Round one matches:

OneShot vs DELTARUNE

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley vs Omori

In Stars And Time vs Misao

Corpse Party vs Mogeko Castle

YIIK: A Postmodern RPG vs END ROLL

Yume Nikki vs Rakuen

Toilet in Wonderland vs Knuckle Sandwich

Ib vs Mad Father

[almond-tofu-chan]

Guys what if I…

[four-eyed-floozy]

So I've been a horror rpg nerd for like YEARS and if you're new and want to get into it, it might be hard to know where to start (in light of my last post)

These are my general recommendations, I also recommend OFF and Ao Oni fangames as well. There's a lot of creativity in some of the fangames. This is BY FAR, not the definitive rpg horror game rec list, but I think I have most of the popular ones.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Sick

pairing: otis x afab!reader

summary: after weeks of being held captive by the family, otis finally takes an interest in you

warnings: smut, object insertion, oral sex (m receiving), knife play, unprotected sex, marking/branding, blood, no pronouns used but it's implied reader wears a skirt, otis calls reader 'mama', mentioned kidnapping

a/n: so i took a quick break from requests to write this because this motherfucker has had me in a chokehold for the last few days. anyway, ima go back to working on requests now

i'm only mildly embarrassed to have written and posted this

also, this is my first time writing for otis so if it's slightly out of character i apologise

word count: 1425

"What're you lookin' at?" Otis was pointing his knife at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.

"I'm not looking at anything." You answered, unable to keep your voice from trembling as you shook your head.

The rope around your wrists was beginning to burn, yet you could only focus on the burning that was elsewhere. It was probably the reason you shouldn't have been looking at him, because you couldn't see yourself getting any form of release anytime soon.

"Hey!" He said, bringing your attention back to him. "I said...what're you lookin' at?"

"I'm not looking at anything." You said again, this time with a little more surety.

This only seemed to amuse him, eliciting a quiet laugh from his throat as he stood up. "See, I think you want somethin', Mama."

You shook your head again, your skin beginning to feel unbearably hot as he approached, his fingers still curled around the handle of the blade.

"I think you got yourself a little problem down there." He smirked, pointing the tip of his blade between your thighs.

All you could do was squeeze them shut in response, squirming in the chair slightly as he chuckled.

"You want me to play with you?" He teased, running the knife over the top of your bare thigh. "Huh?"

"Yes." You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to drag the blade along your skin.

You watched in silence as he pulled the knife away, turning it around in his hand, before sliding the handle between your thighs. You flinched when you felt the cool metal graze your bare pussy, and it brought another quiet laugh from him as he edged the knife closer.

"You like that? Huh? Do you?"

"Yes." You breathed out, nodding your head frantically.

A quiet moan slipped past your lips when you finally felt the metal part your folds, the sensation only slightly uncomfortable.

He moved the weapon back and forth a few times before suddenly pausing. "Now, if I let you outta this chair...will you be good for me?"

You nodded, shifting your hips a little, desperate for any kind of friction.

"If you try and run, this knife is goin' straight through your throat. Got it?"

"Mhm, got it."

They'd been holding you in this house for the past month, only ever dragging you outside to take a piss. And over the weeks, you chose to spend your time watching him──the tall, pale skinned man with the magnificent eyes. The man who you later discovered was named Otis.

You wouldn't run, even if he hadn't threatened you. You were too intrigued by him, too drawn to him. It was a stupid move to let them keep you here willingly, but you simply couldn't help it. Curiosity had taken over and there was no chance of going back.

"Alright, come here." He ordered, once he'd untied the rope, leaving you free to move as far as you wanted.

But you moved towards him, your legs suddenly feeling weak as you set one foot in front of the other.

"On your knees."

Again, you did as he said, carefully sinking to your knees in front of him.

You could've run. You could've used his leniency against him and tried to get away. Yet here you were, waiting on your knees for your next command.

Oh, how far you had fallen.

You almost flinched when he unzipped his jeans, the sound startling you back to reality.

"Now, I think you can work out your next job pretty easily, right?"

"Mhm."

"I can't hear you." He said, raising his voice slightly.

"Yes."

"Then get to it." He urged, hurrying you along, waving his knife beside your head. "I don't have all day."

You did as he said, wetting your lips as you carefully curled your fingers around the base of his cock. The fact that you had spent days thinking about this was sick. He was one of your captors, and you were revelling in the fact that he was allowing you to touch him.

You couldn't tell if this was the result of being held here for so many days, or if you were simply just that fucked in the head. It was likely the latter.

You could already feel a fire crackling in your stomach as you closed your lips around him, the sound of a groan falling from his lips sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

"That's it, Mama." He chuckled, lazily petting your head as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock.

With every movement came another quiet groan from Otis's throat, and it only seemed to spur you on. You were determined to please him in whatever way you could. You may have just been another victim to him, but you were determined to make sure you'd be remembered for at least this.

His grip on the back of your head became tighter with every second that passed, all the while you were continuing with your movements over him, desperate to pull more groans from his throat.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." He chuckled, his voice hoarse. "You are just too fuckin' good at this shit."

It wasn't long until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, his release coating your tongue. And you fought back a gag as he kept your face held against him.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that slipped past your lips when he finally pulled you off of him, watching as you swallowed.

"Fuck!" He smirked, pulling his hair away from his face. "You are sick!"

You kept quiet, shifting uncomfortably on your knees, the heat pooling between your thighs becoming near unbearable.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose you want me to do a little somethin' for you now, huh."

Again, you remained silent, mostly because you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to speak yet.

"Do you want me to fuck you, (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"Well damn." He laughed, seemingly surprised by your answer. "I really shoulda tried you out sooner."

You waited in silence as he stared at you, still waving the knife around as he laughed.

But then the laughter stopped, and something seemed to shift in the room, before he suddenly pointed the knife at you.

"Alright, Mama. I want you to get on your feet and bend your ass over that chair. Okay?"

You nodded, standing up and doing exactly as he said, draping your arms over the back of the chair as you awaited your next command.

But it seemed there would be no command as you soon felt his hands gripping your hips, the cold handle of the knife pushing against your skin.

Seconds later, you felt him push himself inside you, and your knees almost buckled beneath you from the force.

He took no time in setting a brutal pace behind you, his hips slapping against you with each thrust, pulling strangled moans from your throat.

And you hated how much you were enjoying this, how much you craved it. You kept reminding yourself that he was your captor, that your only concern should've been how you would get away from him. Yet right now, in this moment, you were more than happy to let him destroy you.

You flinched when you suddenly felt the edge of the blade glide against your thigh, followed by the sting of the metal piercing your skin.

"You're mine now, Mama." He groaned, continuing his brutal pace inside you, the knife still carving lines into your skin.

He was sick. You were sick. And you honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Fuck!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into the chair. "Please! God! Please!"

"I ain't no God, sweetheart." Otis chuckled, finally dropping the knife to the floor. "I'm the fuckin' devil. And you're lettin' him fuck your fuckin' brains out."

It wasn't long before you were reaching your own release, screaming his name as you came. You'd been gripping the chair so hard you'd broken your fingernails, your blood now staining the wood. And if it wasn't for Otis's grip on your hips, you probably would've collapsed.

"What'd ya think?" He asked, after you'd caught your breath, pointing to the bloodied skin of your thigh.

You could only really identify a couple of the letters, but it didn't take much to realise what he'd done.

"Is that your fuckin' name?"

"You bet it is." He smirked. "You're mine now. All fuckin' mine."

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[ellascreams]

Dannymay Day 11: Underwater

A skeleton floated in Lake Eerie. A skeleton was almost all that was left. Some fleshy bits were still there. Not enough to matter. Maybe enough to smell gross but barely even enough to see. No one could smell it anyway. It was at the bottom of a lake after all.

The corpse wasn’t small enough to be immediately assumed a child’s if someone saw it. It was mostly adult sized. What could give it away was the fact that attached to part of the skull was single baby tooth that still hadn’t fallen out and two molars that had only half way grown in.

If any tests were done, it’s true that the skeleton would have probably have been estimated as female. Transphobes would treat that as a win. It wasn’t one though. They were really just using educated guesses, and did it even matter? The skeleton was no longer a person of any gender. It had no soul in it. It had no thoughts or feelings. It was only an abandoned home now.

If anyone investigated it they might’ve found some things very odd indeed. They would wonder why the skeleton was in a scorched hazmat suit. They would wonder how the body seemed to have been moved even though there were no drag marks or tire marks around. Even with those questions it wouldn’t take them long to connect the time of death and when that teenage boy went missing.

But of course, no one saw the corpse, no tests were done, and no one investigated it. Only one person even knew the corpse existed and he wouldn’t tell anyone. He certainly wouldn’t go back for it. He did, about a week after he left it there, but it was a mistake. In warm fresh water bodies decompose fast. Sometimes only in a couple of weeks. Still not fast enough for him to have had the mercy of only seeing a skeleton.

No, no one would find it. No one would investigate it. At least not until the trail had gone cold.

No one would learn about Danny Fenton and his friend’s experiment. No one would know how that out of body experience felt before he reentered his physical form. No one would know why his eyes were green. No one, not even his friends, would find out just how far he ran when he panicked. No one would know how long he sat by Lake Eerie before he realized he wasn’t getting tired. No one would feel the anxiety he felt when he realized he had no pulse. No one would understand how the lack of adrenaline only made it worse. No one would find the body he left in a hurry that had fallen in just the right direction to sink. No one would see the horrific sight he did one week after that.

The skeleton continued to float, and sink, and rot, and continue the cycle of life. No one knew. No one would know. Maybe one day Sam and Tucker would see a ghost saving their town and realize what happened in horror. Maybe one day his parents would realize they were trying to kill their son once again. That day wasn’t today. It wouldn’t be that day for a long time. If that day ever even came.

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*kicks open door** GROSS CREEPY REDNECK MAN!?

No but seriously Otis is my guilty pleasure character and I need him with a 'tomboy' reader (aka a basic rural southern woman (It'd be nice if you could include her being oddly feminine despite all the hunting and the cursing and the fighting: Like she calls him a cunt then goes and bakes a bunch of sweets or goes off to work on a dress tailoring project XD))

i like the way u think ;) also otis does NOT have enough fanfics/headcannons written about him and it’s actually a crime

i feel like otis has two types of girls: the same (tomboy like u mentioned) or the opposite (hyper feminine girl from the city).

i also think that when he stumbled upon u he had the only intention to kill u like other victims, but something keeps him from doing so (that’s up to u anonie). and i think it sealed the deal after u got along with his family (helping mama clean up around the house + doing baby’s hair for ex.) after keeping u locked up in his house for months. he’s also definitely a family man, so he appreciates it.

like otis, u have a smart mouth on u (which otis thinks is cute only to a certain degree, going further than that and u wish u hadn’t opened ur mouth in the first place). nonetheless, otis still loves u, and thinks ur cussing and smart mouth makes u all the more loveable.

because u happen to be a tomboy, when u do traditionally more girly things/have girly hobbies it surprises him, but he doesn’t hate it (in fact he thinks it’s cute but he would never say that out loud), which makes u a combo of both fem and masc (best of both worlds - his words not mine).

one shot 💗

“yes!” you shouted as the bullet that shot from the rifle hit the deer in the head, otis grumbling (but you knew he was proud of you). the two of you had a bet on who could shoot prey first, and you won. “pay up baby!”

otis rolled his eyes with a cocky grin on his face as a slapped a scrunched up $10 bill in your hand. “i was just going easy on you, i could easily beat you next time.” he yelled as you walked away giggling with the money, waving him off. “yeah, yeah!”

as the both of you made it into the house you noticed that otis’s air around him was tense. you frowned slightly but didn’t say anything, after all he hated speaking about his emotions, or just hated talking about emotions in general (it didn’t help he was practically a pro at hiding his emotions). then it clicked in your head as he roughly put his rifle down. ‘is he annoyed he lost the bet? i wouldn’t have picked him as the sore loser, petty type.’ you chuckled, finding it a little cute, but you still didn’t want him sulking around.

suddenly an idea came into your head, and immediately you began working, knowing that this would surely cheer him up.

after around 2 hours you knocked on his door, and he muttered that you could enter. you did, and set a warm tray on his bed. he was sitting at his desk, working on some art project (he’s always got some art project to do). he smelled the air and turned to the bed, and his eyes lightened up for a second before a confused expression emerged onto his face.

“cookies? what’d ya do this for?” he rose an eyebrow, wondering if this was a ruse or something. you tsked, annoyed he didn’t understand the gesture, but you explained it to him either way. “well i noticed you seemed a bit annoyed for losing the bet, and i thought this would make you feel better.” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

“hm, didn’t pick you for a baker type’a girl.” he mumbled, inspecting the cookies. you scoffed before his eyes met with yours. “y’know, this is unnecessary. i’m not even mad, you’re seeing into things that aren’t there.” he said, speaking up louder. you were annoyed at this reaction. you spent 2 hours baking him cookies (he has a big sweet tooth) to cheer him up and this is the thanks you get.

“fine, i’ll just take these back and give them to someone who’ll actually appreciate them and won’t be a dick about it. maybe baby, or tiny.” you grabbed the tray before you felt otis’s calloused hands grip your wrists, forcing you to set the tray down.

“hey baby, don’t be like that. y’know i didn’t mean it like that, i appreciate the effort, i do. i’m just surprised, okay?” he looked genuine and his eyes met yours. you were waiting for him to say sorry, but the way he his, he probably wouldn’t. you sighed, not saying anything. he sighed as well, and with all his strength, he mumbled something. “…sorry.”

you’re eyes lit up when he said this. otis driftwood, saying sorry? that was a first. suddenly a grin flew onto your face as you hugged him and laughed.

“now, stop that bad mood of yours and let’s eat these cookies before they get cold.”

tysm for this request, i had so much fun writing it! i’m sorry if this wasn’t up to ur standards it was a challenge to write and i wanted it to get out asap. if u have any more please send them in, i would love to hear them x

[coffeeshopguest]

Howdy, I'm Anya! I'm a fanfic writer, I'm literally just here to post some x reader one shots. I've never used Tumblr before so pls be kind <3

These are the fandoms I write for:

+ Corpse Husband

+ Criminal Minds (early seasons)

+ Harry Potter

+ Hogwarts Legacy

+ Hunger Games Trilogy & Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

+ Percy Jackson (Just PJO, not Heroes of Olympus)

+ Skyrim

+ Stardew Valley

+ The Outsiders

+ Walking Dead (early seasons)

+ WWE (but only Cody Rhodes, I don't really watch wrestling, I only do for my boyfriend and I just find Cody hot.. lmao)

+ Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy movie)

My Rules if you request:

+ I'll do smut if the character is 18+

+ I will write LGBTQ+, triggering topics, any kinks you suggest, etc.

+ Won't do smut for minors or implied smut for minors

+ Won't write rape/nonconsensual relationships, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, etc.

Masterlist!

SDV Sebastian!

Farmer's Honeymoon (18+)

Tied and Used (18+)

The "Air Mattress" (18+)

SDV Group! (Imagines, multiple pairings, etc.)

The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night (18+) (All bachelors)

The Three of Us (18+) (Sebastian & Sam)

Colt Seavers!

A First Time for Everything (18+)

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Could you possibly do Otis Driftwood x reader with prompts 1,6,&9 please?

Thank you for your request Anon! Sorry this one took a bit for me to get out but I hope you enjoy! This could have gone multiple different ways and if this one isn't really what you were looking for I'd be happy to do it again for you!

The prompts the anon requested are as follows: Prompt 1: "Don't you trust me?" Prompt 6: "Be good while I'm gone yeah?" Prompt 9: "Run"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No real warnings though Otis is a warning within himself really, No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for reader.

TW: Talks of canon typical violence, It's Otis Driftwood so please really use your own discretion for this, NSFW themes. I guess slightly out of character characters, I really just had fun with this one.

"Be good while I'm gone yeah?"

Otis had your chin trapped between his fingers to force your face to look at him. He, Cutter and Baby were tasked with a liquor store run by mama but you opted to stay at the house and help mama with dinner.

"Yes Otis, I'll be good."

You gulped nervously, You loved Otis sure but you'd be lying if you said Otis didn't make you nervous from time to time even after all the months you've been with him at the firefly farm.

Otis noticed your mood and smirked with a head tilt.

"What? Don't you trust me?"

"Yes Otis, I trust you."

A sick sense of nervousness mixed with a twinge of excitement lit inside of you as Otis kept your gaze for a moment longer. He sometimes made you nervous but you've obviously stayed with him and he hasn't killed you all these time for a reason. You were a member of the family now, and all Otis's to boot.

"mmm, Good, Very good. You be good and help mama with supper and I'll be back as soon as I can ok ?"

Otis finally relented with a smile, you returned his smile and nodded. Otis leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips before leaving as both Baby and Cutter both yelled at him to hurry up from the waiting car outside. As they pulled off you made your way into the kitchen to help mama with the cooking.

She smiled at you gratefully and you entered and got to work helping her finish up before the 3 got home from the Liquor store. As you and mama worked, making small talk and laughing together as you went you heard noises from downstairs in the basement with brought the two of you to a halt.

"What is that?"

You mouthed to Mama as she turned the radio down to listen closer, she shrugged at you before the two of you fell into a complete silence. Mama's face slightly fell as she realized what was going on.

"Otis has new projects, I don't think he strapped them down good enough again. You need to go get them from the store, now."

Mama whispers to you as she brings you to the door. You look at her concerned as she pushes you out of the door and whispers one final word to you.

"Run"

You nod and without a second thought start sprinting toward the direction of the store, hoping to run into the car before you get all the way to the liquor store. Luckily you run into the car taking its merry time heading toward the store, thank god Otis was sometimes a slow driver.

"Otis!"

You yell flagging down the vehicle, he jumps as soon as he stops it.

"Bunny? what the fuck is wrong?" "Your projects! T-the people in the basement! They got out and mama sent me to come and get you!"

You sobbed out, out of breath and exhausted from running so hard to try and get them home as quick as possible. Otis's eyes widened at you as he grabbed you by the shoulders and lead you to the car. The two you got back in, Otis in the drivers seat and you in the back next to Baby as Otis turned the car around.

On the way back you explained to Baby and Cutter what had happened.

"Why'd you leave then?"

Baby asked, with no malice at all, just pure curiosity.

"Mama basically pushed me out the door, told me to come get you guys. I was worried about her but she didn't let me not leave"

You explained, Baby nodded in understanding as the 4 of you pulled up to the house. Otis and Cutter jumped out and headed toward the house as soon as the car came to a stop. Baby stayed behind with you as the two of you followed the men into the house.

"Mama!"

Otis called as the four of you walked through the living room. There were obvious signs of a struggle of some kind, some of mama's favorite decor pieces were knocked over and some even broken.

"I shouldn't of left, I should've stayed and helped her"

You whispered to yourself, Baby seemingly hearing you glanced over and pulled you closer to her.

"Don't you go fuckin' thinkin' like that. Mama is a mama, she's always put herself before her kids and you're one of her kids just like the rest of us."

Baby comforted, Baby usually wasn't the comforting type unless it came to you. She enjoyed having a younger "sibling" and if Otis ever was too much for you she'd rip him a new one and tell him to get his shit together.

"I'm in here!"

Mama called out from the kitchen after a few beats of silence. The four of you rushed in to find her seemingly right where you left her, standing over the stove and cooking dinner.

"I'm fine don't worry. But someone needs to go hunt down one of em' I was able to get one but the other snuck out the back door. I hurt em' pretty bad though so It's just a body recovery most likely"

Cutter and Baby jumped into action and left to go track the escapee down. Otis grabbed you by the arm and took you upstairs, you were confused as to why he wasn't going with Baby and Cutter as usual.

"Otis what are you doing? You aren't going to hunt?"

"Oh no baby, I can think of much better ways to bide my time. It's obvious I need to work on my rope tying anyway"

He murmured getting so close you could feel his breath fan across your face as he opened his bedroom door. You shuddered in anticipation as he brought you into the bedroom and closed the door behind the two of you.

Never had you been more thankful for Otis' shitty tying skills.

[false-savior]

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omori

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ao oni

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oneshot

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