#bill moseley x reader

[im-his-druidess]

i’m so glad i found someone that writes about omegaverse it’s such a guilty pleasure of mine<33 do you have headcannons of an alpha otis driftwood helping his omega partner when she’s in heat??

I LOVE the Omegaverse! It's so much fun to play around with that AU and it's definitely one of my favorites ☺️ the other being Soulmate AUs which are *chef's kiss*

Alpha Otis Driftwood helping his Omega s.o. in Heat

Otis would absolutely act like it's a chore to take care of you during this time, but in reality he secretly loves it.

He loves the idea of you relying so completely on him and how you will wail for him if he doesn't take care of you in the middle of your Heat.

It fuels his ego in a way that leaves him hard and aching in his pants.

He'll try and complain and growl at you when you start trying to nest, yelling at you for stealing his clothes and blankets, but if you leave the room and come back you will find even more of his clothes and spare blankets dumped on your nest while he ignores you from the other side of the room. Intently staring at his latest art piece yet focused entirely on the way your scent spikes with happiness.

Would definitely choke back an answering pleased growl at your delighted chirp.

The closer it gets to your Heat the more antsy and aggressive Otis becomes.

Slaughtering victims with a frightening amount of sadism that he rarely displays. Usually content on "playing" with his prey instead of butchering them like he will during this time. Especially if any victim is a fellow Alpha. They are treated to his most vile and furious urges and instincts.

Everyone tends to stay clear of him, and you, the closer your Heat is. (Everyone probably except Baby. She thinks Otis is hilarious during this time)

It will get to the point where he never wants you to leave the room, except for the bathroom, and he even grumbles the entire time you take a shower. He will bring food up to you and hand feed you to appease some of his more basic instincts to take care of you.

Otis will start stockpiling food and water in your room, scenting over the entire space almost hourly, and yes that includes scenting you as well. Huffing and growling the entire time like an angry bear.

He won't have sex with you as much in the lead up to your Heat, his Alpha hindbrain more focused on preparing for the actual Heat to start, but he will grope and pet you heavily. Leaving lots of teeth marks, hand-shaped bruises, and hickies on you.

Will absolutely still make you blow him or fuck between your thighs when he's particularly worked up.

Once your Heat actually starts then his possessiveness goes through the roof.

He doesn't let anyone near the door of the room, except maybe Mama Firefly on occasion, and you barely are able to leave to use the bathroom.

He is extremely attentive, but will stay his usual grumpy and surly self. Growling at you when you try to leave the nest, plopping completely on top of you once you return to cover you back in his scent, and will bite you everywhere hard enough to bleed.

Swatting at your backside when you try to wiggle free.

He'll lazily clean you up once you get too filthy (meaning you whine and beg him enough for him to agree) but he will use that time as an excuse to check over your wounds and grab you more water or even force feed you. Possibly letting you sit on his cock the entire time you sip on water and eat to help keep you calm and him focused.

(I don't have to mention the brutal fuckfest that will happen the entirety of your Heat.)

When you start nearing the end, when you are mostly exhausted and limp, he will let himself be a bit more soft and gentle with your aching body.

Leaving more kiss marks than bite marks. Nuzzling into you while you nap. Will even pet over your hair and back. Might even let Baby bring him an icepack to place between your legs to help with the soreness.

Of course he might slip out some words of endearments, whisper declarations of love into your skin, but will deny this moment of softness if you call him out on it.

[adalwolfgang]

I'm a very new anon here ^^

But could you if you're up for it please write some yandere chop top hcs? Im surprised there's not more for him

-📻

A/N: This is my first time writing for chop-top so this was fun. But that also means he might be a little ooc for some.

'Chop-Top' Sawyer

(Credit to @mo0nlyte for some ideas)

Possessive

Possessive

Possessive

Literally acts like a dog with a bone when it comes to you.

You got family? Friends? Anyone else? Not anymore you don't. Just him and his family are the only people you need. Even then he try's to keep you away from his own family while also showing you off in the process. He just can't help but flaunt you around. I mean look at you! You're adorable!

We've all seen him stutter when he get's nervous or excited, oh but with you? Gibberish. Dude has to repeat one word five times just for you to understand him.

But now if he is mad? Yikes.

If he even notices you thinking of escaping the property, you're better off dead. He'll talk the most fluent speech in his life. Hell it practically gives both a Drayton and Bubba a heart attack hearing him talk so 'normally'. If this man isn't stuttering, that's when you know he's anything but happy.

I feel like at the start of this whole ordeal, he would semi-respect your boundaries. I can't stress the semi enough.

He would test the water early in small portions like for example, when he first had you tied up in his room in the corner, he would bring you food and feed you himself. He would also on occasion pat your head if you were good and say words of affirmation. Again, semi.

If you show any sort of fighting back towards his actions or words, 100% delusional. Believes that you'll come around sooner than never no matter your protest.

He'll start getting more bolder, like cuddling you, forcing you to walk around the property with him, sleep in his bed instead of the floor, hell sometimes help him with chores around the house to give you something to do. But he'll never leave your presence. So escaping is practically impossible.

If he does for some reason need to part from you temporarily, don't expect him to be gone long. Even then, as much as he hates it, he'll get one of his brothers to watch you while also threatening them to not lay a single finger on you unless you try to escape. Again, hella possessive.

As much as it may shock others, his brothers start to grow worried and confused as hell. Like Drayton was well aware his brothers, hell his whole family, was crazy. But one of his brothers being crazy for a person? Let alone being all lovey dovey? Might as well tell him the sky is falling!

Overall, there is no escape. You wouldn't make it past their property line let alone the nearest town without getting caught. So you'd best get used to your new life quick before you go insane, or worse, dead.

Or is it the other way around?

[im-pyretta-blaze]

I feel like Luigi would be a bit of a wild one. I think he would be pretty possessive, and rough and I think he’d be into body worship. Maybe period sex too.

You are correct on every single one, Nonnie! I absolutely see Luigi as being possessive and controlling and mostly rough with his S.O. I mean.....most of his screen time was of him yelling and stabbing people lol

Luigi definitely would be extremely possessive of you. Wanting nothing more than to keep you locked up in his room so no one (Pavi) could have a chance to steal you away. He knows that this isn't possible so he tries to know your whereabouts 24/7 or be with you as much as possible instead. You will have your own security escort when, on the odd occasion, you are not with him. He will call frequently and will grow increasingly antsy and aggressive the longer you are out of his reach.

Luigi knows no other way to express his emotions other than to be rough and mean. It's not exactly that he wants to hurt you, or that he likes seeing you tear up in pain, but he's been mean and rough for so long that it takes great effort for him to not take his anger out on you. However, he does have a fascination with seeing his handshaped bruises on your hips and thighs and even around your throat. Will become a bit more gentle after those nights, petting over you and not letting you lift a finger the entire day, tracing his marks with a possessive gleam in his eyes before brushing his lips across any blemish he left on you. Sometimes you would have to remind him to be more gentle, to ease up or calm down, but it overall depends on his mood if he decides to listen to you.

Body worship (Luigi receiving) would be the easiest way for you to calm him down. A few compliments here and there, soft gentle cooing as you clean the blood splatter off his face, and a well-timed submissive kiss against his lips or jaw will have him melting against you. You might even be able to convince him to join you in the shower so you can wash the rest of the blood off of him and further calm him down. He will get unexpectedly gruff and borderline bashful whenever you kiss or trace his scars, muttering, shifting around, and grumbling under his breath the entire time, but will force your hand back if you try to move away. This would also include you getting on your knees for him while he sits at his desk working or when he's on the sofa watching the news or just relaxing. Your head on his lap with his cock in your mouth, cockwarming him to be precise, would be the easiest way to get him to be less aggressive and more relaxed for the next few hours. (Even if he ends up brutally fucking your throat when he wants to come)

Body worship (on you) would definitely be something done in private. Only allowing his soft side to come out when you two are truly alone. As rough as he can be, he can turn it into gentle touches and tender brushes of his lips, murmuring against your skin all the soft confusing emotions that you bring out in him. Would definitely led him to eating you out until you can barely remember your own name as he looks at you with pure adoration. In public, when he's in one of his rare good moods, he will allow you to link your arm through his when you walk down the street or even curl a few fingers around your own if you are in a more public event like a party or at the opera. The sweet touches are only reserved for you.

Period sex would be one of those things that is slowly brought into the bedroom. With his almost compulsive need to be clean and your rather...delicate...situation neither one of you would even think about it at first. He would usher you to the bathroom if you wake up and realize you made a mess of the sheets and he would change the blankets with a few tired grumbles before joining you in the shower. You are usually miserable during this time anyways so you would usually shy away from his more demanding touches. Between the cramping and headaches and mood swings, Luigi first steers very clear away from you, but will eventually join you in bed or on the couch so you can lay against him. It would probably start with something as simple as you grabbing his hand and using it as a makeshift heating pad as you watch a movie together, moving his long fingers with your own almost subconsciously to press against your tender abdomen in a search for relief. Which will lead him to doing it on his own without any prompting, staring at your face intensely as your nose scrunches in pain, but a relieved sigh leaves your lips.

The actual "sex" part won't pop up until you off-handedly mention how you will sometimes ache on the inside. How sore and sensitive you get and his inner sadist would perk up at the idea of mixing pain and pleasure in the bedroom with you. The first time you have to beg him to be slow and gentle because the added warmth and slickness leaves him breathless and chasing after the feeling despite your hisses of pain. You would definitely have to take the reins on these encounters but Luigi is absolutely enthralled watching your face contort in pain even as you gingerly grind against him. Would lead to more sessions of cockwarming, although more for your benefit as he's easing that horrible ache, and he is utterly delighted that something so "dirty" and "taboo" is shared between you two. The more you both indulge in this the more he becomes okay with the mess, stating that it's bearable since it's from you, and when you wake up in the middle of the night a mess Luigi will first roll you over and slip his cock inside you before (much) later letting you up so you both can shower and change the sheets.

[bosinclairsgff]

Cock warming with Otis Driftwood

Warnings: NSFW

A/n THIS FEELS WRONG TO POST. Also first ever smutty fic, give me a break 🙄🫶🏻

Otis hadn’t given you any attention all day. He was busy doing one of his projects and messing with his newest victim. All day he’s barely said two words to you. All you wanted was just a tiny bit of his attention, that’s not to much to ask for right?

Making your way to his work area you found him sitting down and drawing something at his desk. “Otis?” You stand beside him looking down fiddling with your hands. He says nothing but lets out an annoyed sigh. “Are you really busy?” You ask. He throws down his pencil, scooting his chair back slightly. “What does it fucking look like y/n!” Otis yells. “I’m sorry….I just want to be near you. I need you.” You look up at him, making eye contact. Otis notices you squeezing your thighs together. He says nothing for a moment, just rolls his eyes. “Fuck. Fine you can sit on my lap but you make the slightest bit of noice or move at all, I’ll gut you like a fucking pig.” He says in a dark tone. You happily nod and slip your pants off in one swift motion. Otis slides his already hard cock out of his pants waiting for you to take your seat. Straddling his thighs and gripping his shoulders, you lower yourself onto him. Having to bite your lip to hold back a moan. He lets out a shaky sigh. “Remember one fucking peep and your dead.” He whispers into your ear. You nod frantically.

Otis continues to work on his art. A few minutes pass by and you slightly shift in his lap. His hand’s immediately grip your waist, so tight you know bruises will form. “I..I’m sorry Otis I didn’t mean to!” You try to explain. “You think I’m fucking kidding bitch? You think just because I have a soft spot for you I still won’t gut you like some worthless pig?” He spits out. You let out a whimper knowing you couldn’t last much long just sitting sit. “Please let me move, please I need you Otis.” You whisper. He considers what you say for a moment. Without warning he lifts you up slightly then pulls you back down roughly. You let out a gasp. “What did I say about making noise.” Otis says. You bite your lip to quiet yourself. He continues his attack on you, thrusting upwards and helping you find a rhythm. You can feel yourself getting close, biting your lip so hard you draw blood. Otis’s breath was starting to pick up and he was getting sloppy with his thrusts. He pushes you off him, only to press you down on his desk. It’s cold on your tummy. He warms you up though by entering you again in one quick movement. Going a brutal pace you can feel yourself about to explode. Again, he gets sloppy, you know he’s about to cum. “Come on mama cum with me.” He grunts. Just as he says that he pushes deeply into you and you both cum together.

Otis stay there for a moment, hunched over you. After that though he lets go of you and pulls out. You let out a whine not wanting to be empty. “Get the fuck out of here now I’ve got work to do. I know you don’t know what that’s like. You don’t do shit.” He barks out. Normally you’d be hurt but you were so fucked dumb it didn’t even register in your mind that he was being mean.

[fvnk2fvnky]

CHOP TOP SAWYER WITH S/O HEADCANONS (some nsfw)

Bites affectionately- you guys could be in bed watching a movie and eating popcorn and all of a sudden he’ll lean over and bite your shoulder and shake his head around like a feral dog and make little growling noises. It never actually hurts you though.

Loves Mac n cheese. It’s the only thing he knows how to make but damn does he do it well. It’s always from scratch. (ALWAYS makes it for you after you make love. He never calls it sex. It’s only “Lets make love, baby.”)

Virgin until you two had sex for the first time

He has a “sit on happy faces” pin on his bag so. Basically he desperately wants you to suffocate him and ride his face.

BOTTOM. HAHA BOTTOM LOOK AT HIM HE’S A BOTTOM

Sometimes he can be a bit more dominant. Loves to choke you and lean in as he fucks you and tell you that you belong to him. But he knows that you’re still in control.

He loves if his s/o is taller/bigger than him.

Does his little maniacal cackle as he fucks you.

He never begs…unless you’re riding him. He’s a writhing mess under you, rubbing his hands all over you and looking at you like the most beautiful painting.

KNIFE PLAAAAY. Thinking about that scene where he cuts his throat and his eyes roll back in his head. He loves it if you hold a razor to his neck when you ride him.

I wanna start writing some choptop drabbles n fics because there isn’t enough. Leave me requests!

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

word count: 763

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

[Main Masterlist]

[slxsherwriter]

Waking Up

Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Parings: Luigi Largo x Reader

Word Count: 1,414

Warnings: Scars, talk of surgery, mentions of addiction, cursing, talks of violence

Series: Genetic Repossession

Author's note: A straight continuation of Better Me Than You. Just a short little fic to detail a little fallout and Luigi getting to display a slightly softer side.

Beeping. A gentle, steady beep. It was the first thing that registered. A gentle tickle on the brain that brought you back to the conscious world. Slowly. Disoriented and feeling like you were swimming through a dense fog, it was a struggle to latch onto the feeling of waking and not get pulled right back under. That was until a not so gentle touch yanked at your head, causing a groan to slip from a chest that seemingly didn't want to expand right away.

“For fuck sakes!” A familiar harsh voice yelled out, breaking the peaceful quiet of the room. “Be fucking careful or I'll take those fucking hands and mount them like God damn trophies on the wall. How the fuck did you ever become a fucking nurse?” It took effort but finally, you forced your eyes open. The world was blurry for several long seconds as you tried to blink your vision clear. Low lights made the adjustment easier, no harsh fluorescent lights greeting. A thud sounded somewhere off to the side but there wasn't enough energy or care within you to turn your head. Right now, the focus needed to be on what the hell happened.

‘“I'll get the doctor…”

“You fucking do that,” the voice barked. Warmth encompassed your hand and finally, Luigi came into focus. There was a hesitant smile on his face. “Hey there, sweetheart.” Oh, shit. A soft pet name. Yeah, it had to be bad. Your throat and mouth felt incredibly dry, as if someone had filled it with cotton. A soft cough came when you opened your mouth to respond, though it hardly hurt the way that could have been expected.

“I…”

“Easy. Here.” The water was soothing and cold as it washed down. Definitely helpful. The room spun a little when you shifted your head again. Before Luigi could say anything else, a doctor came in. A soft greeting before the exam started, though right then as he babbled, words you should understand sounded foreign.

“We'll start weening back the medication, hopefully clear your head up a bit. I know things probably aren't making a lot of sense right now…” Well, that was hitting the nail on the head. Your vision started to blacken at the corners, slowly creeping and consuming your field of vision. “Get some more rest.”

Your head felt significantly more clear the next time your eyes opened. A little sore and sorry. The room was quiet. Not a typical hospital room. Grunting softly, it took a little effort to shift your weight and work to a seated position. The family home, your room with Luigi, that was where you were specifically. Part of you was surprised and part of you wasn't all things considered. Curiosity got the better of you before anything else. No one else was in the room, so you took the opportunity to carefully pull back the covers and pull up the shirt. A large wound ran across the left side of your abdomen, sutures keeping the skin shut. Where the knife had entered you and likely where another, that one by skilled hands, tried to do damage control. Across your chest was a marring wound that didn't require sutures as it hadn't pierced flesh deep enough to require such treatment. Alive. You were alive. Something you should be grateful for, even if it broke the streak of never having had surgery.

The door opened.

“Shit, you're awake.” The shirt dropped from your hand, as if you were guilty of doing something that you shouldn't be. Luigi quietly closed the door behind him and moved to the bedside. “Had to replace your liver, bastard really got a good jab into you…” You would never expect him to be all that great at comfort and it was apparent he was struggling at the moment. Giving him a reprieve, you offered a small smile.

“And I take it that he was relieved of his own?” That seemed to lessen his worry and the uneasy nature about him that was a little unnatural feeling. As if he had been unsure how you would handle everything. “I'm honestly a little surprised to be awake at all…”

“It was close,” he admitted. “Doctors weren't all that sure you were going to wake up.” He settled down on the edge of the bed, careful to not jostle you too much.

“I thought I was dead when my knees hit the ground.” Which was the truth. You had accepted that your dying act had been protecting the man beside you. A worthy trade in your eyes.

“Shit fucking security has been dealt with too. How the fuck he got in there and that close with a weapon is ridiculous.” The words grew in volume, Luigi seething as if the event was happening all over again. It was a valid point. No one should have ever gotten that close or been allowed in with a hidden blade. Everybody was supposed to be checked. Not only to keep the Largo's safe but for the general safety of the event. It looked bad when shit like what had happened actually happened.

“And the PR nightmare that is surely causing a shitstorm?” He rolled his eyes in response.

“Nothing that you have to worry about right fucking now. You aren't getting paraded in front of the press until you can actually stand up.” Judging by the fact that you were able to sit up with pain, you thought that it may be at least a week before you would be able to get yourself to your feet and put on a face that did not show just how much discomfort and pain that you were in. Being able to school your features was too important in order to maintain appearances, so you would have to take it careful.

“Right.”

“I mean it. I don't give a shit what my father says. You are staying in bed and healing until you get a clear from the other docs.” You held up a hand, hoping to placate the man before he ended up stabbing whoever came into the room next. A high possibility on a normal day but judging by the slight redness to his cheeks, he was particularly worked up.

“I'll keep my ass in bed until given the all clear.” Repeating back the near order had him pausing and returning his eyes to yours. It accomplished just what you had hoped as his shoulders dropped a bit, his body going just slightly more slack. Tension unwinding from a constantly tense man. There was something on the tip of his tongue as he went to start speaking and thought better of it after a second. Silence reigned for a moment, neither of you willing to say something right away, for different reasons. You wanted to know what it was that he had been ready to say, while he was restraining himself. Until finally, finally he broke.

“Did you need any more Zydrate?” Ah, now it made sense. As uncomfortable as you were starting to be, the dull throbbing becoming more insistent and increasing in intensity as you sat there, you weren't willing to mask it. For multiple reasons. One of which was clearly on his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to recline yourself slowly instead, hoping it relieved enough pressure on the wounds to calm them down mildly.

“No, I'm okay. Would be preferable to not have to take any more.” It was impossible to miss the small sigh that rushed out of him. One addict in the family was enough. “Rather be uncomfortable and have a clear head anyway. Hated that I couldn't understand what was being told to me when I woke the first time.”

“It gets bad enough you don't need to go being a martyr. Take the fucking medicine, okay?” You nodded your consent, even though you both knew that there was a likelihood that you would ignore it entirely. His hand engulfed yours again and you used what little strength that you had left to give him a tug. A silent request for him to just lay down beside you. He grumbled a bit, an attempt at putting on a show, before he did just that. Carefully, his body settled down onto the bed beside you and with just as much care, his arm wrapped around your waist. Warmth seeped into your skin. Settling enough that you began to drift off once more.

[ho1000c]

“Come on sweetie, give the old man some sugar.” 

OTIS B. DRIFTWOOD in HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES dir. rob zombie

[chuckyray]

Bill Moseley in early Otis Driftwood makeup by Todd Bates for House of 1000 Corpses

[urmom609402]

Here's a fanfic I wrote called The Cold, I've never done this type of writing before but I have been obsessed with Otis so I thought I should give it a try. If you read this, hmu I would love feedback, or suggestions, or just a heads-up in case it's better than I thought, and I should continue it!! Much love <33

It was cold when I first walked down that path, gravel and dirt under me making the blistered soles of my feet burn. Eventually, passing a fork in the road, I kept walking, trekking what felt like miles beyond where I first escaped, to find a woman…just standing. Holding a tiny umbrella over her head she kicked her feet and looked for possible rides home, before locking eyes with me. I felt like a deer in headlights, her beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind of what was now a roaring downpour of rain, I took off what was left of my heels and walked over to her.

“Can you help me? I need help. Can you please help me?” I asked out of breath, watching her body language become more friendly with my second pleading.

“Well sure… But Jesus girl what the hell happened to you?” She looked me up and down, noticing my shivering body and pulling me closer to her under the umbrella. “Jeez you’re cold.. Here take this.” She took off her coat and put it over me.

“Thank you… I…” I was at a loss for words, so paralyzed from escaping that pink convertible from hell, unable to shake the image of the man in the back seat…. He was skinny, pale, much older than I was… he didn’t touch me much but he had this death glare he never took off me, like I was a piece of meat for him to tear apart, barely saying anything beyond yelling at the driver and muttering curses while tugging on my hair. As soon as he put his hand on me I ran, I jumped out of that car so fast I couldn't feel my ankle snap as I met the hard concrete below. And that’s how I got here, bloody, broken, I could barely get a word out of my mouth before me and the mystery woman were met with a car in the distance.

“Hold this-” She said, shoving the umbrella in my hands as she ran into the street in front of the car and smiled widely at the people inside, yelling at them to open the doors. “Me and my friend here need help! Please can we hitch a ride?” She said in an infantilized tone, trying to baby-talk them into letting us in. Eventually they opened the door, shoving the blonde haired woman in the front, and me, next to the guys' girlfriends in the back.

I gave them a weak smile before saying “We really appreciate the lift.”

“No problem, where you headed anyways?” Bill asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

“My house!” Baby chimed in, sounding awfully cheery. “We were going to have a sleepover and you know.. One thing led to another and our car got stolen! Some bitches took it and ditched us to rot on the side of the road… Until you got us…” She bit her lip and played with Bill's hair until he slapped it away. I felt myself tighten up at her lies, unsure whether to correct her or to go along with it, all I wanted was to be somewhere safe and this was my only ticket to just that.

“D’you know about Doctor Satan? Someone a few miles back told us about a tree-” The man in front of me asked in a more unserious tone compared to his friend.

“Oh leave them alone!” Bill’s girlfriend scoffed.

“Yeah I know that tree! It’s right by my house!” Baby said, shooting a soft gaze back at Jerry, before suddenly a pop of the tire stopped us in our tracks.

“Fucking hell!” Bill said before getting out of the car, baby and jerry soon followed. “Did you do what I asked before?” Bill said frustratedly, no response he repeated himself. “Did you pack the extra tire like I had asked?”

With an embarrassed sigh he muttered “No, I did not bring the extra tire. I inflated it but I forgot to put it back in the car.”

“For fucks sakes Jerry!” He said holding himself back from slapping his friend. “What do we do now?”

“My brother has a tow truck, he should be able to help us. I live not so far from here anyway I can go get him!” Baby said, bubbly as ever. “You, me, and my friend in the back can go to my house.” I weakly smiled at the baby when she made eye-contact, prompting me to get out of the car.

“I'll be right back.” I said to Denise and Mary before hopping out of the car. Baby held my wrist tightly and smiled.

“We’re going on an adventure! You, me, and glasses here are going to my house so we can get my brother to tow the car. Are you excited?” She beamed at me.

“S-sure.” I said as happily as I could, losing feeling in my feet as we walked to the house, leaving the others behind. Baby’s grip on my wrist moved to my hand, her warmth helped me keep composure on our little walk, finally letting go of me once we arrived at the driveway.

“You two wait here, I’ll be right back!” She smiled widely at me and Bill and ran off, coming back with that same wide grin scaring the ever living shit out of the two of us. “My brother just left, for now I say we go inside and warm up.” She grabbed my hand again and guided me inside.

Only in the house for a few seconds it felt claustrophobic, walls cluttered to the ceiling with wallpaper, and dirt. Garbage and other unnecessary goods scattered about the space aside for the clean-ish living room. It felt inviting when Baby was holding my hand, but as I really took in the space it gave me an unnerving feeling. It didnt help that there was a stench stinking up every inch of the house I couldn’t recognize- it was as if rotting meat was left out near a litter box. As i sat down I watched as Baby averted her attention on Bill, teasing and playing with him, leaving me closest to the tv.

“Baby you didn’t tell me we were having guests over!” A voice said excitedly, i turned around to find a woman who looked just like baby saunter over to me, sitting next to me on the couch. “Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?” She said, giving me a warm smile.

“(y/n)…that’s a really pretty blouse m’am.” I said faintly admiring how her nightgown clung to her, feather boa draping over her shoulders with unseen grace.

“Thank you darlin’, please, call me mama.” She said rubbing my shoulder. “Oh dear you’re shivering! Baby go get our guest a blanket and see if Tiny’s home yet!” Baby rolled her eyes, stepping away from the paralyzed Bill, before throwing a blanket at Mama and walking out the door again. “(y/n) is such a lovely name…what happened to your foot honey?” She said averting her gaze to my blistered and bruised feet.

“I uhm..” I stuttered unsure how to admit it. “I was riding my bike and fell off pretty bad, a car nearly ran me over.”

“Well don't go lying to my momma girl.” A husky voice said in the shadows. It was the man from before, the death glare… He walked towards us with a slow stride and plopped himself in the chair closest to us. “She had a big fumble down the road so me and Spaulding took her in our car… Being sympathetic y’know? And this bitch jumps out of the car when we’re going damn near 80 m/ph and runs away from us!” He said in an angered tone.

“Is that true?” Mama asked concerned.

“Yes…I’m sorry for lying to you Mama.” I said while unable to take my eyes off of him.

Mama simply gave me a hug and said. “No need to apologize, my son has no manners when it comes to meeting new people.” She laughs softly. “Otis, can you take (y/n) to Baby’s room? Help her get new clothes?” My eyes widened, body stiffening under her gentle embrace as Otis glared back at me with that same glare, slowly getting up.

“Sure thing.. C’mere momma, I dont bite.” He said pulling my shoulder off the couch and in front of him, going further into the halls of this maze of a home. Blood, dirt, and grime stuck to every inch of the house, each one looking older than the last Otis dragged me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

“I thought she said to take me to Baby’s room.” I said slightly confused. Before answering he forcefully held onto my ankle as i sat on the tub, wrapping a bandage on it.

“She says a lot of things, i just thought you’d prefer a proper clean up before we get you new clothes.” He said somewhat sarcastically, dragging me back to my feet once the bandages were done. “I dont like my new plaything all dirty or upset… You have no idea what you just got yourself into momma.” He gave a devilish grin and dragged me into his room, walls full of doodles and drawings. “Sit.” He pointed to a chair in the middle of his room, it had what could only be blood splattered all over it much like everything else in his room. Too scared to move I quickly sat. “Good girl. You know why we picked you up earlier?” He asked, circling around me, tying my wrists to the back of the chair tightly.

“Why?” I said squirming against the rope.

“Because you’re a pretty woman, aren't you? You look like you know a good time when it’s presented to you right?” He kneeled in front of me, tracing the shape of my breasts through my wet shirt with a knife. I couldn't answer. Pressing the knife into the fat of my left breast a little harder than before he repeated his question.

“Yes.. yes ow please stop.”

“Good…well you’ll be happy to know I love a good time. I’m a bone-ified freak as a matter of fact.” He chuckled softly rubbing my knees with his other hand. “You feel cold.” He leaned into my face, not like he was going to kiss me but to rather, admire me. Studying how my face flintched, how my eyes were tired, and how I reacted to his touch.

“Why are you doing this?” I said weakly, stopping myself from trying to undo his knot on the chair. ‘It was no use’ I thought, wrists burning with each small tug I maneuvered before.

“Like I said before… you’re a pretty woman. You said you liked a good time right?” I nodded frantically feeling a panic bubble in my stomach, feeling too weak to try and calm myself down. Sliding a hand up my thigh he whispered real close into my ear. “I got a way of making you warm momma…You want to hear what it is?” He pulled back dug his nails into my inner thigh, it felt like cat-claws digging into me like knives.

“Y…No.” I held myself back from saying yes, blurting out my self-correction and immediately regretting it as he used that same glare from before against me yet again. Stand up, he let go of my thigh and held onto my shoulders.

“No? You’re telling me you dragged your pretty little ass out of that storm, trembling like a god-damn leaf and you don't want to be warm?!” He shouted at me, flipping my chair to face the window. The storm was roaring louder than before, clearly flooding the streets as thunder boomed around us. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, I would’ve gutted your dumbass already.” He mumbled, breathing right next to my ear. “Pretty girls like you should know better than to not answer to a man like me. But I’m gonna take pity on you… just a little.” He kneeled in front of me again, both hands digging into my thighs. “That ain’t an excuse to try and escape. The only way you’ll get out of this room is to take a piss or die. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” I said, tears flooding my eyes as I stared at the storm.

“Look at me when i’m talking to you god dammit!” He pulled on a lock of my hair, making me yelp and nod frantically.

“I said..Yes.” I choked up, unable to contain the sobs i so desperately needed to get out. Suddenly, I felt a knock at the door. It was Baby.

“Otis! Momma wants you! We got guests and if you dont get your ass down-”

“Shut the fuck up! I got business to attend to!” He barked back, switching to a more attentive tone, slowly getting up from kneeling in front of me to standing up again. “Wipe those tears little momma, i’ll be back to make you real warm.” He gave a shit-eating grin flipping the chair around to face the door- teasing me. Teasing the idea of escape.

To be continued (?)

[im-his-druidess]

I am feeling super free to send you in a request/thought about Otis because you like talking about him so much!

Everytime I see that gif of Otis with the skull face paint I think about whether he would like getting that face paint fucking everywhere on you. Especially your thighs and neck. He'd just tease you about it endlessly, not letting you wash it off for a bit.

I just think he'd love looking at your thighs or touching them after he ate you out and getting that paint on his fingers. Just chuckling and wiping it off on your arms or something while saying something teasing about what a mess you are and shit

Now am I onto to something here????

I absolutely LOVE talking about him and you are DEFINITELY on to something here, my friend 😳

Otis definitely seems like he would have a kink for dirtying you and marking you in any way. Either from his handprints and teeth marks, to painting your body with his own come, to even covering you in dirt or mud after letting you "escape" and tackling you to the ground and fucking you before dragging you back to his room.

This would mean that, yes, he would absolutely enjoy getting his face paint smeared all over you. He only dresses like that once a year on Halloween so he would try to make every possible second count. Would love to see your thighs and tits covered in the paint, your mouth and throat not escaping his attention either, and he would spend long moments just staring at you and turning you every which way. Would probably even show you off to their newest victims and force them to compliment you. Getting off on both of you being uncomfortable and humiliated. (Probably then gouges out the victims eyes for looking at "his property")

Otis would then just reapply it and continue to mark you up until you are smeared everywhere in paint, before he would wash you off and start all over again.

Any time one of his "projects" requires paint you are going to get some of it on you in some shape or fashion. Usually it's his handprints on each breast, your ass and thighs, and especially smeared between your thighs. Also his name on various parts of your body. Those times he would leave the paint on you for even longer, chest puffing up with pride if Baby or another member of the family sees you so thoroughly marked by him.

[slasherloverss]

So, I have joined a while ago, and I feel like I can write headcannons and oneshots or just really a long story, here's some of the the stuff I will write and I will NOT

I will write .

Smut.

Fluff.

Breeding kink

Dom/sub.

Angst

Praise kink.

Possibly any kink.

What I will not write.

P3dophill@

Feet kink.

R@p3.

Forced s3x.

I can write any show,movie, YouTuber, anything, so if you want a request message me 🥹🥹 (I'm begging you)

[fetish4juggalos]

The sawyer twins with their s/o headcannons

Sorry for the long wait ive been gone for some months now and I apologize. Ive been kinda uninspired recently so I though Id post this for shits and giggles. Requests are always open

These headcannons only account for the events and characters of tcsm1 and tcsm2. Any other tcsm media is not included or accounted for

I apologize in advance for both grammatical and spelling errors:)

Chop top

As far as past relationship experience im sure he had some pre-nam but like zero post-nam so safe to say hes a little rusty in that department

Your relationship is most likey based off a shared interest or one of his weird infatuations. Things like music, 70s-80s culture, murder. Or you could just be an innocent civilian who he decides is like the best person ever 🤷

He flirts like ATROCIOUSLY

Not like bad at flirting but goes from 0-100. He could be complimenting you on your outfit and then say the most dog awful shit known to man

Dates consist of driving the truck looking for victims or just looking around town trying to find something interesting to do

If you thought he annoyed drayton....oh youre in for a suprise. You might just become draytons favorite person bc now chop is running around asking you dumb questions and not him

He loves when you wear his clothes or anthing of his. Pins, jackets, drawls, ect. he loves seeing you wear them no matter the occasion

He probably has some sort of pain fetish/kink so I dont doubt he will ask you to cut him, lick his plate, pick at the skin around it

Its kinda his favorite thing to be in pain since he has such a high pain tolerance but if you dont want him to cut you he wont (though expect him to urge you to try or push to introduce weapons into the bedroom)

Likes to play fight with you whenever the opportunity trikes

Being in the military he ruff housed alot with his fellow soldiers so doing it with you is kinda a fun thing for him ( also because he knowns he has that military strength and always wins)

Trys to scare the living shit out of you for his own amusement. If you're doing something important or just reading he'll come up from behind you and start yelling for no reason 😒

He doesn't shower often 😀 so the only way that you will get him to bathe is to get in with him. This goes for other hygienic practices. You kinda got to take it into your own hands

Nubbins

If chop was rusty then nubbins must be corroding because he has little to no experience with relationships past one-sided obsessions and TV

He most likely was the one who got obsessed first doing things like spending copious amounts of time with you and taking photos of you whenever he could(both when you were aware and unaware)

The fact that you liked him back was not only a shock to him but to the whole family, especially drayton. You can just image chops jaw dropping after getting a letter while deployed that his twin brother actually has game

Isnt very good at flirting or just isn't experienced in the feild

He isnt as lewd as his twin when trying to hit on you but his....compliments?....just come out weird. "You look like you taste good" "WHAT?!" Tbh i think he means it😬

Your dates are mostly him getting into trouble doing things he shouldn't be doing. He likes to take you on his adventures to the slaughter house or leading victims (really all his date choices are morbid). If you get to choose the date however, sitting in a field or playing around a lake is sufficient

He also likes pain and constantly inflicts pain on himself. Will likely ask you to participate in hurting him or hurting yourself. He'll call you a baby at first if you decline but eventually leaves you alone about it after a while

He also enjoys playfighting with you because it gives him something to help dilute all that energy he has. If he cuts you in the process or knocks you over he'd be the type to mock your pain and over exaggerate his own if he gets hurt

Brings you random things he finds when scavenging around as gifts as well as polaroids of you doing everyday activities without the knowledge of you being photographed

If you find some photos hes taken of you without your knowledge laying around he'll scratch the back of his neck and shrug. Maybe even fiend innocence

Bothers you no matter what you're doing. You in the middle of doing chores? Nubbins will be there asking you anything under the sun just to get you to focus on him for a few minutes

At this point him getting on your nerves is fun for him since we've seen his reaction at getting under draytons skin. Constantly being stubborn about things he would have normally done like doing his chores or setting the table just because he wants you to force him

As far as bedroom wise hes not very skilled more than likely focuses mainly on you and bases alot of his moves on whats hes learned from films and magazines

[bosinclairsgff]

Dating Otis Driftwood head canons

Warnings, typical Rob zombie violence, kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, abuse, cussing, NSFW

- Otis doesn’t love in the normal sense. Or even care in the normal sense. He has a soft spot for you, that much is clear.

- You were a victim that he kept around. You were of course kidnapped and tortured horribly, but eventually you started to fall for the evil man.

- Otis uses your body whenever he wants. If he’s horny get ready to be bend over and fucked out of this world. Even if he’s angry he comes and uses you like some toy. You have no say in anything.

- Period sex is not out of the question, it’s very much on the table.

- You guys don’t really go on dates, he’ll take you to the liquor store or to captain spaldings but that’s about it. He’ll let you drink with him sometimes but sometimes he just makes you watch him drink.

- You are his muse most of the time. He likes paint you in your own blood after cutting you or some sick thing like that.

- If you ever talk back to him, he’ll tie you up and make you watch some horrific thing he does to the newest victim, then threatens to do said thing to you if you act out of line again.

- He doesn’t let you out of his or any firefly’s fight. You belong to him. Otis will never even give you the chance to escape him.

- The pet names he uses are bunny, mama and maybe babe.

- He’ll address you as slut, bitch, girl or whore.

- Otis makes you sit on his lap when you guys are downstairs or near anyone, just so they all know you really belong to him.

[crossroadsserpent]

Beautiful Bloodshed

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

Chapter Two

(Chapter One below)

Same summary and warnings apply here. Please enjoy this absolute shit show of a book.

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(Chapter two starts two weeks after Chapter One, Baby and Y/N have been hanging out almost every day.)

Y/N's shitbox truck pulled up infront of the now somewhat familliar Firefly house, idling for a few seconds before finally turning off. Y/N got out and excitedly ran up to the door where Baby met them, equally as excited as they were.

"Y/N! I've got something really fun for us to do today!" Baby squealed excitedly, her blonde curls bouncing as she jumped around, looking like she drank several redbulls before coming down to greet them.

Y/N giggled at their friends giddiness. "Oh lord, what crazy plan do you have cooked up for today?" Baby's plans ranged anywhere from laying around her room and listening to music while they painted eachother's nails, to going out and luring unsuspecting men back to the house for Mama Firefly.

Baby grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the house like she always did, but this time she pulled much harder, dragging them to her bedroom, giggling and laughing the whole way. She stopped outside her door, turning to them with a crazed grin on her face.

"Okay, get ready, because this is going to be wicked cool!!" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it and counting to three before swinging the door open so hard it hit the wall with a loud 'BANG'. "Ta Da!!" She yelled as Y/N peered into the room. A brunette girl sat on a chair in the middle of the room, bound and gagged, looking terrified. "I thought you and I could turn her into a living doll today!" Baby giggled, pulling them into her room.

They spent about three hours dressing up the girl, doing her hair, and putting makeup on her. Baby seemed quite pleased with the work the two had done, looking over it with a proud smile.

"She looks great! But I'm hungry now, wanna go make lunch with me?" She asked as she walked out the door. Y/N nodded and followed her, walking out out into the hall, stopping, when they see that Otis's door is open. He could see some of the art Otis had drawn on the wall around the tv, mostly a bunch of small doodles around some bigger, more detailed drawings. He was really good at what he did, and they had to admit they really did love the art of his they were able to see. Baby noticed they weren't following her anymore and went looking for them, finding them standing in the hall infront of Otis's door, staring into the room in awe.

"Hey, whatcha lookin' at?" She asked curiously as she approached them. Y/N jumped and looked at her, trying to think up an excuse but coming up with nothing.

"O-Oh! Uh, nothing! Just got lost in my head..." they lied, but Baby wasn't fooled. "Yeah, sure, whatcha lookin' in Otis's room for?" She asked, playfully nudging them, attempting to relax them a bit. Y/N let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay... no matter how many times I see the art on the walls in his room, it's always so... amazin', I've actually been meaning to ask you about it." They clear their throat. "You know anything about any of his art?"

Baby crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "why don't you just ask him, man? I'm sure he'll tell ya if you ask." The thought of talking to Otis made them nervous, not because they were scared of him, no, it's because they didn't want to bother him while he was busy (and they probably wouldn't understand the philosophical answers Otis has been known to give, and has given them many times in the past when they asked a question.) "N-No, it's fine! I'll ask some other time." He shook his head quickly, attempting to walk past Baby, but she caught him and guided him into Otis's room. "Otis! You got a sec?" She called out. Otis looked up from his book, about to say something rude or snarky in response, but stopped himself when he realized Y/N was there. "Depends, what for?" He asked, setting his book down on the bed beside him. Baby grins, gently pushing Y/N toward Otis. "They wanna know about your art, can you tell him about it?"

Hearing this actually shocked Otis. Y/N wanted to know about his art? Well shit, he'll tell them anything they wanna know!

He clumsily got off his bed, excited to finally spend more time with Y/N.

Otis mentally cussed himself out, he wasn't supposed to feel that way toward ANYONE, let alone someone of the same gender... but he couldn't help himself. The few times they hung out together (mostly drinking and talking shit about people) he'd feel his heart flutter when they laughed at one of his stupid jokes, and he'd get the feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time they looked at him with those damn doe-ish eyes or gave him even just a slight smile. Jesus, he felt like a teenage girl getting her first highschool crush and he hated it.

Baby left the room, happily leaving the two alone. Otis wasted no time in beginning to explain each piece to Y/N, getting less and less philosophical when he realized they didn't quite understand it as well as he did himself. Actually, he began to ever so slightly touch on the emotional side of it, allowing himself this one instance of vulnerability. Y/N listened intently, finding each piece and the meaning behind it extremely interesting. Otis found himself smiling as he answered Y/N's questions, feeling those same feelings he felt when he first saw them.

Shit, it's just gunna get worse....

Since Y/N was so interested in his art Otis decided to test just how far he could go before his art grossed them out or scared them. He first asked if they wanted to see some of his other art, and after they said yes (maybe a bit too excited) he pulled a few of the smaller bone sculptures from behind the curtain that hid the more grotesque pieces he'd done. He showed them one of the sculptures, one that was made to look like a bouquet of flowers, it was morbidly beautiful. Y/N let out a soft gasp, their jaw dropping in absolute awe.

"Holy shit, it's gorgeous! How the fuck...." the words left their mouth quicker than they could stop it, gushing over the tiny bone flowers.

Y/N's reaction made Otis's smile bigger. Someone loved his art, truely loved it, saw the beauty and emotion behind each piece....

There was no escaping it, Otis's feelings for Y/N were already too strong.

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End of Chapter 2.

Hope everyone enjoyed this shit! Chapter 3 coming soon. :)

[otisbitchwood]

Best Bill Moseley slasher boys:

1 CHOPTOP SAWYER:

- just look at him, hes a pure ball of sunshine but he WILL fuck you up

- best music and fashion taste

- always a risk that he might eat me. and that’s okay 😉

2 LUIGI LARGO:

- he may stab me to death

- but he will look hot covered in my blood

- he needs therapy for his daddy issues but do do i

3 OTIS DRIFTWOOD:

- save the most controversial for last

- …he defiantly smells like a wet dog and anyone who simps for this man has problems

- but hear me out

- he is really creative and will make his s/o so many sculptures