#otis driftwood x afab reader

[gandalfspinkwig]

HOW SLASHERS WOULD REACT TO WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING (IF Y'ALL WERE FRIENDLY. SOMEHOW.)

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

SUMMARY: Reactions from certain slashers if they walked in you whilst you were changing. If you're friendly. Somehow.

PAIRINGS: Various!Slashers x AFAB!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Includes OG!Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis B. Driftwood, Norman Bates, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Brown Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Carrie White, Tiffany Valentine, Chucky, Freddy Krueger, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, Lester Sinclair and RZ!Michael Myers.

WARNINGS: Nudity, Mummy and Daddy Kink, Some of the slashers being pervs (*cough cough* Freddy *cough cough*), Fembodied!Reader, Reader is a teenager in Carrie's part otherwise they are an adult in the others etc.

OG!MICHAEL MYERS

Stands there.

Looks you up and down.

Nods and then leaves.

JASON VOORHEES

This precious, sweet little baby

Stands there. Flustered under his mask.

Turns and leaves. Bless his heart.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Stares. He's typically obsessed with his S/O.

Tiddies.

Probably would call you "mummy".

I mean, he's seen you in the walls.

Wall gremlin.

Would hug you and bury his face in your tits.

House train him y'all.

BILLY LOOMIS + STU MACHER

Billy looks you up and down and smirks teasingly.

Stu, on the other hand, walks in and then walks out.

If it's both of the boys, they both grin.

BO SINCLAIR

Stares. Smirks teasingly.

Leans against the doorframe and watches you.

"Don't mind me, darlin'" is all he says.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Stares.

Stands neutrally and just stares.

He's baby.

OTIS B. DRIFTWOOD

It's definitely no accident that Otis walks in on you.

If it is an accident, he just walks past you and does whatever he's doing in your shared room.

He looks you up and down and says "Nice tits,".

NORMAN BATES

Confused. He's so precious and innocent about it.

His 'Mother' personality is screaming at him to get out.

Leaves and apologises profusely.

BUBBA SAWYER

Makes confused Bubba noises.

Drayton didn't teach him about a situation like this.

Throws you his apron to cover you up with, whilst covering his eyes.

THOMAS BROWN HEWITT

This beautiful gentleman.

Would stare for a few moments before averting his eyes.

He closes the door so Hoyt doesn't see you.

BILLY LENZ

This attic goblin.

Has probably seen you naked when he's watched you.

Would probably lick his lips.

Stares. 100000% stares.

CARRIE WHITE

It's a complete accident. This sweet girl.

You're probably her only friend ngl

Covers her eyes and runs out, closing the door behind her.

TIFFANY VALENTINE + CHUCKY

Tiffany is probably super polite about it. She just stands and talks to you as you change. She gives input on your outfit.

Chucky, on the other hand, looks you up and down, smirking. Probably makes some lewd comment.

Tiffany hits Chucky on the back of the head for that.

FREDDY KRUEGER

Somehow, he manages to get out of your dreams into the real world.

He looks you up and down, making some lewd comment, and flirts with you.

Leaves after you throw your slipper at him.

NUBBINS SAWYER

HE'S ALIVE IN THIS Y'ALL.

Grabs his camera and takes a picture of you.

Keeps it in his little fur pouch thing he has in the gif.

CHOP TOP SAWYER

He just wanted to show you a new album that he definitely didn't steal.

Stares, waving the record in his hand. Looks you up and down.

He just walks in and continues talking about the album.

LESTER SINCLAIR

Accidentally walks in and profusely apologises and runs out.

He accidentally runs into the door, knocking his hat off his head.

Apologises a million times, closing the door behind him.

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

Unlike OG!Michael, RZ!Michael takes time to look at you up and down, examining your body.

Hugs you. For some reason.

Pokes your breasts. Tilts his head.

Leaves.

[daddy-issues-99]

Otis Driftwood x reader SMUT

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

500 words

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

[living-dead-author]

Welcome to my third blog I’m Vance and my main is @i-arch-my-backula . I’m using this blog to post my nsfw content. Please read the rule and character list below before requesting anything.

Masterlist

Do not interact if you are

Proshippers

Republicans/conservatives

Terfs, transmed, transphobic in general

Radfems

Under 18

Ed blog

Homophobic

If you fetishize any LGBTQ identity

Will write for

Most kinks (If unsure just ask)

AFAB, GN, Transmasc reader (As of right now I'm not confident in my writing ability for AMAB bodies)

Head canons

One shots

Poly characters x reader

Yandere characters

Fluff

Sub reader

Iffy

Oral

Hard kinks (More willing to write them if they're in a more 'kind' or 'loving' way)

Degrading kink

Daddy/Mommy kink (This could become a no go)

AMAB reader

Dub-con

Female reader

Public stuff

Semen (Excessive talk of this is a no go)

Reader giving penetration (Anal, oral, vaginal)

Dom reader

Never will write about this

NSFW things for underage characters

Reader receiving anal or penetrative sex outside of oral

DDLG/ABLD/Anything ageplay related

Bathroom kinks like scat, piss, vomit

Dehumanization

Heavy degrading

Anything non-con (aka rape)

Fingering

Feet (Boot/heel/whatever kind of shoe worship is ok)

Breeding

Detrans

Characters

Horror characters

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Jill Tuck

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

Interview with the vampire 1994 and 2022

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Misc. Characters

Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (DC, based off Cillian Murphy portrayal)

[beoneofus]

𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩

fandom: slashers/house of 1000 corpses

otis driftwood x afab! reader

length: short..ish

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

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

( unedited, 5.4.22 )

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

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

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

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

they, actually, were turned on by it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he sure could get used to it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Masterlist :)

My updated Masterlist 

Slashers:

Otis Driftwood:

Heat Exhaustion

Tattoos

Nerd Reader

Bubble Baths

Trapper:

The entity

Bubba Sawyer:

Flat S/O

Asa Emory:

s/o who helps him

Deaf!Mute reader

Short Reader

Soulmate Name AU

Bubble Baths

Body Swap!

Vincent Sinclair:

You’re my favourite piece of art

S/O defends him in front of Bo

Reader who talks down about themself

Soulmate Scar AU

NSFW

Chubby Reader

Clingy s/o

Heat Exhaustion

Body Swap AU

Soulmate Name AU

S/O who bursts out crying

AFAB Reader SMUT

Bubble Baths

First meeting

Reader on her period

Bo Sinclair:

S/O who bursts out crying

Soulmate Scar AU

Bo with calm s/o

S/O who wears his clothes and pretends to be him

S/o with djungelskog

Chubby Reader

Heat Exhaustion

Soulmate Name AU

British Reader

Thanksgiving

Shaved Legs

Disney

Bubble Baths

Flat S/O

Snow day

Thomas Hewitt:

Chubby s/o 

First Words Soulmate AU

S/o with djungelskog

Clingy s/o

Tackle Hug

Heat Exhaustion

Protected

Marriage?

Body Swap AU

Soulmate Name AU

British Reader

Thanksgiving

Disney

Bubble Baths

Reader on her period

Trans!Male Reader

Flat S/O

Lester Sinclair:

Reader who talks down about themself

Long Fic: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chubby Reader

Soulmate Name AU

S/O who bursts out crying

Shaved Legs

Nerdy reader

12 Days of Lester Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Poly!Ghostface:

Ray of sunshine S/O

Chromeskull:

Short Reader 

Body Swap!

Pyramid Head:

Day at the zoo with S/O head canons

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Reader on her period

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Snow day

Michael Myers: 

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O 

Half Sister

First Words Soulmate AU

Chubby Reader

Heat Exhaustion

Body Swap AU

Thanksgiving

Trans!Male Reader

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Flat S/O

Snow day

Billy Loomis: ”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand 

Watching Scary Movies with S/O

Stu Macher:

Watching Scary Movies with S/O

S/o with djungelskog

British Reader

Flat S/O

Carrie: ”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand 

Carrie going to prom with S/O who finds out about the blood prank

Trans!Male Reader

  Jason Voorhees:

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand 

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Jason X Reader Part 1:The killer at camp crystal lake

Chubby Reader

Body Swap AU

Thanksgiving

Shaved Legs

Reader on her period

Trans!Male Reader

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Flat S/O

Snow day

Brahms Heelshire:

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Half Sister

Shaved Legs

Gunslinger:

Picnic by the train tracks 

Patrick Bateman:

His clothes

Halloween Songs

Body Swap!

Nubbins:

Halloween Songs

Sherlock

Mycroft:

Deduce 

Gremlin Meme Wife

Quiet S/O

Christmas

Short S/O

Snowday

Kidnapped

Greg Lestrade:

Stress

Messages Slight NSFW

NSFW

Christmas party

The Witcher:

Jaskier:

Touch Starved S/O

S/O who gets injured saving him

Different reality meme gremlin s/o

S/O who defends him

Wedding

Married and Kids

Modern!Jaskier

Snow day

Geralt:

Snow day

Lambert:

Snow day

Hellboy

Nuada:

s/o beats him in training

Soulmate AU

Autistic Reader

Cuddling

Marvel

Bucky:

Modern Reader: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Sam Wilson:

Lazy Day

Loki:

Loki with touch starved s/o

Hannibal TV:

Hannibal:

Collapsing reader

Spicy Food

Deadpool S/O

Thanksgiving

Body Swap!

SMUT

Will x Reader x Hannibal

Meme Gremlin S/O

Being hit on Hannibal x Reader x Will

Affections Hannibal x Reader x Will

Avoidant Attachment S/O

Snow day

Margot Verger:

Protected

Meme Gremlin S/O

Will Graham:

Will Graham x s/o

Short s/o

Thanksgiving

Dating Will Graham

Sub!Will SMUT

Baking Reader

Stutter

Body Swap!

Cuddling

Deadpool!S/O

Will x Reader x Hannibal

Meme Gremlin S/O

Non Binary Reader

Being hit on Hannibal x Reader x Will

Affections Hannibal x Reader x Will

S/O with huge dogs

Snow day

Catching stray dogs

Peaky Blinders:

Thomas Shelby:

Modern!Reader Part 1 Part 2

John Wick Series:

John Wick:

Modern!Reader Part 1 Part 2

Meme!Reader

Star Wars:

Hux:

Force Sensitive Reader

Other:

Molag Bal X reader

Yautja:

Chubby Reader

Stretch Marks

Hobbit/Lord of the rings:

Lindir:

Being taught Elvish

Fili:

Wedding night NSFW

Human Reader ANGST    PART 1         PART 2

Kili:

Pregnant Reader

Aragorn:

Injured

James Bond:

Le Chiffre:

NSFW Headcanons

Sugar Baby headcanons

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 15: Dirty Talk with Otis Driftwood

Hey all! I’m excited to finally write some Otis on this blog! I don’t know what it is about Bill Mosely but I take one look at him and I cannot control myself asdfgnjhgfdfghnh ANYWHO i hope y’all enjoy!

Otis Driftwood x AFAB Reader

“Otis,” you whined, trying desperately to escape his hold on you. You had been sitting on Otis’ lap, just like he told you to, but now he had one arm wrapped around your waist so you couldn’t squirm away. His other hand pawed at you, groping every inch of you that he could.

He chuckled in your ear, grabbing one of your breasts over the thin material of your sundress. “Don’t lie to me baby, you love it when I fucking do this to you.” It was true, but you didn’t want to admit it. When you refused to answer, his fingers plucked at your nipple over the fabric, causing you to whine and wriggle in his lap as he laughed. “Isn’t that fucking right?” he asked, growling in your ear as he continued to mercilessly tease you. 

“Yes,” you whimpered, your hands clutching his arms pathetically, knowing you couldn’t halt his ministrations on your body. Otis shifted to your other breast, pinching your nipple as you moaned, the peak tightening against the fabric. When Otis was satisfied with this, his free hand went to the fabric of your dress, hiking the skirt up unceremoniously as you tried pushing his hand back. It was too much all at once, his rough treatment always overstimulating you. And what if someone walked in or heard the things that Otis was saying? You would be absolutely mortified. 

Otis smacked the inside of your thigh, making you yelp. “Don’t act like you’re not already dripping for me, I can practically smell it,” Otis murmured in your ear. When you didn’t answer, his fingers went straight for your panties, ripping them to the side as your sex was exposed to the cool air. He chuckled as he gently patted your slick pussy, your body twitching in need. “Exactly, look at how juicy that pussy is for me baby. Don’t even try to deny it.”

You really couldn’t. Even with your face hot with embarrassment, you couldn’t help but be aroused. He wasted no time plunging a finger inside your heat, watching as you writhed in time with his touch. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, the sound of your sex loudly filling the air. “Extra fucking wet for me.” 

Another finger joined the first, the pleasurable coil in your belly tightening as he roughly handled you. He chuckled into your shoulder as he watched your body twitch, soft moans escaping your lips. “Getting ready for my fat dick baby? I know that’s what you fucking want, isn’t it?” Not waiting for an answer, he sucked the skin of your neck, swiftly working on a hickey that everyone would be able to see. 

His cock was hard against you, your butt grinding into him unintentionally as he fingered you. Your pleasure was so close, you could almost taste it. You whimpered needily, begging him for release. “Oh, you’d like that baby, you’d like to come?” You nodded furiously. Suddenly you were empty, his fingers gone and you whined loudly, begging to please fill you back up again. 

He chuckled as he brought his fingers to his lips, making sure to slurp your arousal as messily as he could. Otis knew how flustered it made you to hear him. When he had cleaned his fingers of you fully, he chuckled and whispered in your ear, “You’re not coming unless it’s on my cock. Do you want to bounce on my cock baby?”

He never liked asking twice. But he never needed to. He always gave you what you wanted if you simply asked.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Masterlist: Otis B Driftwood

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

---<- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Horror Villains x Reader- Apocalypse.

Drabble: Husband!Otis B Driftwood x Wife!Reader- Conjugal Visit.

Drabble Set: MultiVillains x Sad!Reader- Comfort Scenarios.

Headcanons: Circus of Horrors.

*Headcanons+Imagines: Horror Villains x Reader- Taking Care of Sick S/O 🔞.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Oneshot: Husband!Otis B Driftwood x Wife!Reader- 3 Times He Called You.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader- Them Getting Confused for your Grandparent.

Smutshot: Otis B Driftwood x AFAB!Baby'sBestFriend- Kissing Lessons🔞.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Oh I love this!!! Thank you for sending this to me! ^^

Apart from the ones I mentioned in This ask, these ones:

Peter Hayes x Reader- Fear Sim Revelations.

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Greasy Weasel- Bro Code.

Evil Queen x Reader- 'Don't Drink The Tea'.

Pervy!MultiVillains x Reader- Flirting Back.

Otis B Driftwood x AFAB!Baby'sBestFriend- Kissing Lessons🔞.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Otis B Driftwood x AFAB!Baby'sBestFriend!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Kissing Lessons.

Notes:

This is inspired by a side plot in Louise Rennison's Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging- set on fire.

So this is also a very different style then I usually write in- I felt it worked better for this story. I hope its alright ^^

This might get a second part.

Plot: You went to you best friends’ big brother to learn how to kiss, because he seems just the right kind of freak to actually agree to it- and he did! It worked! Problem is... now he cant stop kissing you.

You’ve made a big ass mess of your life with the help of Otis fucking Driftwood and its just going to get worse before it even possibly gets better.

Warnings: Smut (Semi-Public, Unprotected, Grimy, Nasty Otis Fucking. The smut part is also in red in case you wanted to avoid it), disloyalty, Otis being his gross self, writing that is as feral as this the Firefly family, etc.

In hind sight, having your best friends big brother teach you how to kiss was not one of your best plans. It would absolutely not be in the hall of fame. But you were desperate! You had finally found a guy that you liked, who was nice, and you wanted your first kiss with him to be good!- If he ever made a move… And seeing as you had never actually kissed anyone before… you figured that you needed some help, with that.

Otis was not the first name that came to mind when you had thought about who to ask for help. Honestly, first, you had thought of Baby herself. You two were very open with each other, having known each other your whole lives- you even get changed in the same room sometimes! And its no big deal! In fact you had full intentions to ask her help that fateful morning you turned up at the Firefly house.

… But- then Otis answered the door. Otis, who had always been just Baby’s asshole older brother since you could remember. Otis, who thought he understood the darkness of the human psyche and was not shy in saying so. Otis.

And it all clicked into place.

If anyone was going to make out with you and not consider it a gateway to romance, or sex, but as merely educational, it was Otis. He understood stuff like this- you were sure, he would be cool about it.

And he was, after you asked to talk with him alone and… awkwardly… explained your situation. He did make a joke or two about you just wantin’ to kiss him as he sat himself down on his bed, knees spread wide and leered in amusement at you, but agreed with a casual shrug. It wouldn’t be a big deal at all, its not like he didn’t tease you mercilessly already when you came over. Otis was just an asshole; That’s how he was.

So you had sat down next to him, unbelievably nervous as he stared at you - God, the way he stares, it feels like he’s staring directly into the darkest pits of your soul. And that’s an understatement, - motionlessly; Waiting for something. Waiting for you to make the first move, perhaps? I was he just messing with you? All you remember clearly is how hard your heart had been racing in the moment and how dark - and musty. Goddamn, does he never clean?? - his bedroom was (You had never been in there before. It was just the locked door at the end of the hall your whole life, no matter which house the family were staying in at the time).

Another moment passed before you, sick to death of this anxiety game he was cruelly playing, looked up at him from your lap and opened up your mouth to snap at him- and he’d kissed you. Just dipped down, smothered your shocked mouth with his and shoved his tongue in.

… You remember thinking oh god- no step one??, then choking. Luckily though that did not put Otis off (Another reason that he was the perfect choice, at the time), he didn’t even give you time to recoup; He just swallowed your cry and sucked you in closer- kissing you with such vigour you had to reach up and grasp his shoulders in order to steady your damn self.

It was such an awkward kiss! Honestly, it was humorous how horrible it was. It was the epitome of that lame girl in those gross teen books so desperate to be wanted that she lets her best friends brother slobber over her on his race car bed and would later regret it.

Except, well, you were both adults, there was no race car bed, and you weren’t about to give up so fucking easily.

You were going to learn how to kiss! And just because Otis was nasty about it didn’t mean he didn’t know base-level How To. He knew more than you did, at least, that was for sure.

So you forced yourself to rest your hands on his chest instead, relax against him (Stop fighting him with stiff lips and straight back), and let him lead - and oh boy did he lead, fuck. That man kisses rough, -, which was a struggle as a strategy but eventually rewarding. Every now and then the bastard would mumble in that husky voice of his to loosen the fuck up, or open your mouth more, or eventually- get up on here, as he tugged you towards his lap. You’d sighed, in frustration, and climbed on top of him, thighs around his slim waist. It didn’t feel sexy, at the time. Didn’t feel like crossing a line… just felt like Otis was being annoying and this was how to shut him up!

Thinking back, you admit… that may have been your first mistake.

That went on for about an hour… and the next day, you had a kissing rash all over the bottom half of your face. You refused to leave your home, so Baby came inevitably came by to see if you doin’ okay. You told her you were sick and it was contagious so she couldn’t come in, but she didn’t leave and you just felt guilty as hell, wincing in there all alone with your best friend standing outside talking to you; Ignorant of what was really going on.

Things just got worse from there.

Now no matter how you approached Otis from then on while visiting the house, whether you actually spoke to him or just waived - acting normal, like it was supposed to still be, -, things were… off. He would flash you a dirty smirk when Baby wasn’t looking, or grab your ass suddenly and you would have to act normal so no one else would realise, or say off things that caused Baby to think and you to inwardly panic. And what was even worse than any of that?

He. Kept. Kissing you. And its not like you could tell him to stop! That would just be too awkward, and… you didn’t have the strength to go through that with the asshole… yep…

It seemed that whenever you were alone in the Firefly-Spaulding-Driftwood residence, Otis would sniff you out and have you pressed against a wall or the couch cushions with his mouth on you - your lips, your neck… and even your ankle, once when he couldn’t get close to you and then back to his spot before Baby would be back! He just yanked your leg up from where he was sitting at the end of the couch, held it up long enough to make you panic, then quickly pecked and unceremoniously dropped it again, -, and it got so bad, you started getting so flustered by it, that you started holding your pee in while you were there. You were not going let that bastard catch you heading to the bathroom, if you could help it. This caused a few awkward arguments between Baby and you when she noticed you weren’t going to the toilet at all and tried to insist you go to the goddamn bathroom and you outright refused. Her mind was boggled but you were stubborn.

You also started acting weird in other ways, too, so much so that you really can’t blame Baby for looking at you weird every now and then- or outright mumbling freak around you.

See, Otis had started a war between the two of you, a messy one, and you weren’t going to let him win.

You would abruptly get up when Otis would enter the room and tell Baby you had to leave then, or that the two of you needed to relocate immediately.

During family dinner’s that you would attend, you would start acting - and feeling, - squirrely when Otis would just speak and as a result would pick the stupidest arguments with him that he would be far-too-happy to partake in with you.

The polite waives you would throw him your whole life turned into middle fingers.

And a whole amalgamation of other thins that just came together into making Baby think you were losing your freaken marbles.

But- But, the most horrible thing about the whole crazy situation with Otis??

It started affecting your relationship with Rodney… the guy you went to Otis for. The reason you needed to learn how to kiss. The most beautiful, kind, sexy man in the world.

Otis started acting totally unlike himself when he saw you and Rodney together, or heard you or Baby so much as mention Rodney. And the messing with you when no one’s looking thing? That especially applied to the times you were spending with Rodney. It started with having his hand firmly groping your inner thigh under the table as he ‘chatted’ with Rodney in that antisocial and threatening way that he does, and developed into tongue-fucking your throat behind walls. You truly believed Otis got off on making you feel like a shit- because one time you felt his hard-on through loose jeans during a particularly rough make-out session with Rodney in the very next room, your body literally pinned to the thin wall that Rodney was on the other side of; Innocent and ignorant of the horrible thing that you were doing to him. You had shoved Otis off with all your might when you realised his dick was hard because of this, and stormed back into the room your sweetheart was waiting for you in. And ignored the uncomfortable achy feeling in your pants.

It was for Rodney, anyway. Of course.

It seriously slowed down development between you and Rodney, on top of making you guilt ridden. You started feeling exceedingly awkward when Rodney would smile at you, talk to you, or god forbid- touch you. You figured you must have gotten so used to Otis’ rough hands, that when Rodney gave your hand a gentle squeeze or stroked your hair, it didn’t feel like enough.

Not nearly enough.

You also began feeling bored just talking with Rodney- when you used to feel stimulated, and cheerful talking to him. Or, at least, you thought you used to feel that way talking to him… Honestly, you couldn’t recall. What you did recall, though, was how alive talking to fucking Otis made you feel. When you two argued, it made your heart vibrate in your chest like a jackhammer, and when you agreed on something you just couldn’t help the bright way you smiled at him (… Speaking of Otis of all people, not Rodney.).

And worst of all? You began comparing your sweet, lovely, handsome Rodney to disgusting, argumentative Otis.

And Rodney… somehow, despite your every intention and every possible handicap… didn’t end up on the top of many pro columns???

~

“Ugh,” You groan, frustrated almost to the point f tears one night as you plop down violently onto the slashed up, stain covered couch the Fireflies owned at the moment; Hiding your face in your hands. This is ridiculous…

You’re fucking everything up. Your possible romantic interest… your friendship with Baby… and even the comfortably lacking relationship you used to have with Otis. You didn’t have much, he was just your best friends mean older brother, but it had been comfortable…

And now that was certainly out the window.

Its possible you could still save the other two things, though… You really should be honest. You should do it; March back up to Baby’s bedroom now and tell her everything- and she can help you figure things out with Otis and Rodney.

That is… unless she hates you… for fucking around with her brother…

“Oh god… “You moan in realisation, pressing your face deeper into the safety of your hands. This is so fucked u-

“What the hell are you doing, still here?”

Oh great, you think with a deadpanned expression in your palms. Because this couldn’t get any worse. Now, Otis is seeing you in distress.

Who knows what kind of ridicule he has lined up for you.

Sighing, you remove your face from your hands and slap them down on your knees, going to push yourself up to your feet and leave. “Nothing, I was just leaving. Unfortunately, it’s inevitable that I’ll see you around, so I’ll just- “You’re about to slip around the grotty, bloody coffee table and go home, when Otis grabs your wrist; Stopping you from going anywhere. “Would you let go??”

“Naw, don’t think so. Why don’t you siddown? Haven’t seen ya all day- you been avoiding me, eh?” Closing the space between you both, Otis wraps a long - surprisingly strong, - arm around your waist and tugs you flat against his front, causing you roll your eyes deeply- leaning away. You find you’re comfortable under his touch, and its unbelievably annoying. Soon you’re going to start yearning for it- and that’s going to be hard to come back from.

“Ohh, now why would I do that??” You ask, sarcasm bleeding off your tongue as you glare at his grimy grin.

“Fucken beats me.” His voice gets low, and threatening then. And you’re not scared of him- but it does show that he’s being serious. So instead of leaning away, you finally relax into his grip and his warm, lean chest. Dark eyes flicker all over your face, searching for something. What, you don’t know, but he doesn’t seem to find it if the stern frown on his face is any reliable indicator.

“Otis… I think we need to talk.” This is worth a shot, at least. You can explain how you feel to him, how he seems to have read more into this arrangement then you meant to put out there, and maybe he’ll just let it - and you, - go. Theirs also a possibility that he’ll get offended and insult you… but even that would be better than this nightmare situation. Right?

… Yeah.

Let’s do this.

Taking in a deep breath, your move your gaze from his pale neck to his grey face and part your lips to start-

But your gaze grazes his mouth, and you lose your train of thought for a whole damn moment. “Um- “

“What happened, kitten?” He tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you, and your logical brain really starts to struggle. What were you going to say?? Like, what were the exact words??? You need to spit them out right now- “Cat got your tongue??”

May-be!!

“Otis… “You start once again, though you aren’t quite sure what you’re going to say… especially as you start leaning in closer to his face. Your eyes half lid against your will, it seems, and you hands go from being held carefully away from him to trailing up his chest and over his broad, bony shoulders. He smirks, and its over.

Your lips are breath away, and within the span of a millisecond- they aren’t anymore. His hands disappear into the back pockets of your jeans as you mash your lips together; Tilting your head to the opposite way that he did, making more maximum access, kissing Otis slowly but deeply.

It happens without you even thinking about anything but Otis- Otis and his arms, and his tongue, and his hair, and his chest, and you don’t know, just him and his warm skin through a pair of blue jeans and a dirty wife beater- but soon you’re underneath him on the couch and you’re doing a few things you never thought you would be doing.

Wiggling out of your pants in your best friends living room.

Opening up your legs for someone other then Rodney- not to mention helping that Non-Rodney person (Who, side note, isn’t wearing any damn underwear) pull their dick out of their jeans.

And letting Otis fucking Driftwood shove his fat cock into your pussy.

“Fuck!” You gasp, pain ripping through you. Its your first time, you think to yourself as you press your forehead hard into Otis’ chest, what did you expect?

Well, that’s easy. You expected to be doing this with Rodney- so you expected something gentler.

But you do suppose that Otis doesn’t move at all until you do it yourself, despite forcing himself all the way in, with the first thrust. So, there’s that. You have to give him that.

Or maybe you just want to.

When you do move, though? Having gotten comfortable, more than comfortable as your pussy once again starts aching for him - around him, now, - actually, and roll your hips up against him. Then, theirs no stopping him.

You’re made into absolute, pulverised mush as Otis fucks your virgin cunt into the couch. Its exactly like you would have imagined it, exactly how he kisses. Rough, and chasing his own pleasure with a total disregard for common curtesy. He makes your pussy absolutely weep as he thrusts hard and fast in and out of you- and slams his mouth to rock against yours once again when you start making noises. Meanwhile you are absolutely helpless to do anything but try to kiss him back, to try keep him with him - just like the first time in his bedroom, - , and offer your hips up further to meet his cock and balls when they sweep down.

Because you can’t have that. Not now, not today, not here. This could turn into an absolute disaster if anyone were just stroll into the living room. God what if someone saw this? you suddenly worry, but through the haze of lust you really can’t pull your logical brain into action. You really can’t.

“Shhh-shhh, now, baby,” Otis suddenly hisses deeply into your ear, breath hot and damp and uncomfortable against your skin. His lips leave a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck while he’s there, between panting. Oh god, you whine- this man should not be able to make you feel this way. “Don’t wan’ anyone- “Puff. “- hearing this, doya? I know ya don’t… “Puff, puff.

“Shhh,” You hush him back, mostly if the lewd sounds of Otis ramming into your hole don’t alert anyone of funny business, then his utterly obnoxious need to speak, definitely will- but also because you have to fight back. Even in this condition- you need to snap back at him.

Even all-pathetic, like you are right now. With your legs spread as wide as they’ll go as to give him all-access.

“I wish- “Otis continues. “I wish- your little fuckweed could see this. Pretty little Y/N with yer slutty little ‘flower’- betcha that’s what he’d call it by the way- wrapped around ol’ Otis’ pecker, huh? Hah… How’d he react, doya think?” A strong hand with rough callouses reaches down to your groin and sloppily rubs your own fucking spunk all over the both of you. Your pussy begins absolutely squeezing him, milking his cock for everything its worth. “Ya think he’d faint?? Or- maybe- join in?”He lowers his voice even more, then as he leans even closer to your ear. “… Well, I wouldn’t let him.”

Then, abruptly, Otis lets go a hot loud into you and the sensation along with his words, has you coming as well against him- and he pays real attention to your face, as you do. Stares at you once again in that soul-sucking way that he’s perfected.

It makes you feel naked, and even more vulnerable than you already were.

He doesn’t leave your warmth until he’s totally softened, which is an odd but even more weirdly pleasant sensation… but then he yanks himself out, leaving you so suddenly empty you feel uncomfortable and drags your pants back up over your hips- leaving you, with the mess in your underwear. Of course, you roll your eyes, just laying there as the asshole slips to the end of the couch. Honestly, your legs are feeling a little numb, and you’re tired, so… you may need a moment, here.

Plus, you need to stew in your own horny, evil idiocy for a moment. Because god… now you’ve actually slept with Otis! Now, that’s a line that you really… that you’ve thoroughly crossed. You can’t come back from this.

Baby is going to hate you… Rodney’s going to be disgusted by you… And all you got is a pair of underwear you have to throw out now and a misplaced virginity.

“Ughh… “You groan, throwing an arm over your face in frustration. What’s is wrong with you??? Because never mind what’s wrong with Otis - you already knew that he was messed up (That’s pretty clear), -, but you should know better! You’ve got half a logical brain, you aren’t absolutely batshit insane, and you try your best to be sensible!

But then as soon as this rat man, you think, flashing a glare Otis’ way as you push yourself up to your elbows and he chews on the end of a lit roll-up, hunched over his knees, just enters the room… all that goes out the window!

Otis catches your scowl, double takes, and then smirks around the cigarette. “Regret comin’ to me for those kissin’ lessons, now?”

“Yes.” You snap, nose scrunched up like a toddler. No doubt about it.

“Want me to give yer virginity back?”

Rolling your eyes, you huff. “If you could, yeah.”

“And- doya despise me yet, sweetheart?”

Frowning deeply then, you think, No… But you both know that, somehow. So instead you give him your worst stink face before flopping back down, annoyedly, onto the cushions. Your voice is considerably gentler, though; Weak. “Getting there… “  

He just chuckles, returning his attention to his cancer stick.

[beoneofus]

🇲 🇦 🇸 🇹 🇪 🇷 🇱 🇮 🇸 🇹 

| So Far |

( last updated 5.27.22 )

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘 ☜︎︎︎

(Y/N'S HEADCANONS FT. THE BOYS)

STAR

lose the attitude | fem! reader imagine ( nsfw )

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

MICHAEL

imagine | cuddle bug

you swear on it? | male! reader imagine

small sweet work piece | g/n reader

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

PAUL

date idea

taking his male s/o on a date

complimenting his gender neutral s/o

a small sweet imagery

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

MARKO

comforting his fem! s/o

the type of date he'd take his s/o on

a small sweet imagery

say it again | fem! reader imagine (nsfw)

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

DAVID

gender neutral reader | angst

cuddling his fem! s/o

showing affection to his s/o

a small sweet imagery

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

DWAYNE

discovering his s/o's diary

a small sweet imagery

say it again, please? | fem! reader imagine

small nsfw piece | fem! reader

dwayne's date headcanons | gn reader

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

THE LOST BOYS : GROUP

star and michael | comforting headcanons

the lost boys as dogs from movies | headcanons

stores the boys would shop at in our generation

david and dwayne | 90's & 2000's bands

marko and paul | 90's and 2000's bands

david, dwayne, paul, marko | petnames

poly! lost boys imagine x gn reader | shocked (nsfw)

marko x gn reader x david imagine | shut the hell up, marko

paul x fem! reader x marko imagine | nightly talks

poly! lost boys x gn! reader chat fic imagine | what the fuck is happening?

poly! lost boys x gn! reader / bitch, excuse you? | part two to, what the fuck is happening?

____________________________________________

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 ☜︎︎︎

ALL

chucky, michael, ghostface, freddy | meeting their s/o

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

SCREAM FRANCHISE

stu macher | comforting his fem! s/o

stu macher | how he treats his s/o

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

MICHAEL MYERS

don't stop | afab! reader imagine (nsfw)

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬��▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

be a good slut | afab! reader imagine (nsfw)