#otis driftwood smut

[spinning-stars]

🔪Mini slashers smut fics part 2 🖤

No genitalia is mentioned but its implied AFAB!!!

Slashers (picked straight from the poll)- Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Asa Emory, Chucky (Human) and Otis driftwood!

⚠️ Warnings- Degrading (usage of the words slut and whore) Bondage, knife play, size kink, choking, oral giving and receiving. (dw I will put a warning to let y'all know when those are coming up)

🌻Thomas Hewitt-

(💥Size kink💥)

Tommy was a bit skeptical at first. He didn't want to hurt you, but he still wanted to please you. Tonight was the night he was actually going to try. He had you down on the bed with your legs over his shoulders. He was going slow and gentle. His hands were positioned on your hips rubbing in little circles while pumped in and out of you. Tommy wasn't that loud, but on occasions he would let out a loud groan. Tommy would hold your hands, while turning into the noise if you made. He would have to bend down and kiss you if you started making too much noise. He softly asked if he could speed up and boy oh boy it got a little rough. His soft thrust became rough and sloppy. Thomas loves looking down at you. He's in utter bliss watching you squirm under his body. His grip on your hands tightens a bit as you both cum. He pulls out and looks at you, "round 2?" He softly asks while putting his hand on your thigh.

❄️Billy Lenz-

(💥Light Bondage, usage of the word slut💥)

Billy had your arms tied behind your back using an old shirt he found in the attic. You were sat on his lap facing him while he used you like a Fleshlight. He may not look the most muscular but he was lifting you up and down by your hips with ease. "FuCK... You dirty slut," Billy groans while biting your neck. He felt you tighten up around his dick. You could feel him twitching inside you as he quickened his pace. "CuM you pretty SluT." Billy sternly groaned. Right after his command you came and shortly after Billy did a final thrust before cumming into you. He kisses your neck a few times before finally pulling out. He then got down on his knees and gently ate you out.

🦋Asa Emory-

(💥Bondage, Knife play💥)

Asa had you tied up in purple rope, suspended a bit in the air. Asa is amazing at rope art, on your chest He tied the perfect butterfly. He was walking around you, he was tossing a butterfly knife back and forth in has hand. He would lightly drag the blade on your hips, side and back but never hard enough to cut you. Every time he would walk back behind you he would stick his fingers in you and bounce his hand in and out and up and down. Asa would make you beg for at least 10 minutes before he would lower the ropes a bit and position himself at your entrance. He starts rather slow but then speeds up when he's close. He will talk you through the whole thing, while adding a bit of teasing here and there. He'll leave soft kisses on the back of your thighs and back. (If you let him he'll leave deep cuts.) He'll tightly grip on to the ropes when cumming. He's a man who whimpers.

🖤Chucky (human)

(💥 degrading💥)

It started out with you and Chucky in a hot tub throwing light insults and playfully flirting. Now Chucky has you thrown on his lap while he's thrusting in you. He had his hand over your mouth to try and muffle the sounds you made. "God damn y/n... Keep quiet now will ya? I don't want anyone hearing me rearrange your damn guts." Chucky groaned as he started to leave hickeys on your neck. Chucky was by far gentle, his thrusts were not the deepest but they were the quickest. Chucky then bit your neck and watched you wince in pain. "What's wrong Y/n can't handle me?" He laughed a bit as he sped up. The second you tightened around his member he slowed down. "Nope, not until I say so," he muttered as he kisses your neck. You try bucking your hips but to no avail, Chucky had full control. "Wow... Such a needy thing are you?... I guess I'll feed into your needyness." He said while speeding up his pace until you both cum.

🦴Otis Driftwood-

(💥Degrading, usage of the words slut and whore, Bondage, knife play, choking 💥)

Otis has your arms chained up with deep bite marks covering them. He was making out with you as he fucked you senseless to keep you quiet. "Keep up whore," he sternly said while choking you. Your body was covered in cum, bites, his name, and hickeys. Otis liked watching you become a hot mess. He loves watching you shiver and squirm under him. It gives him a sense of power, he likes stroking his ego. Your body was slightly sore, but you knew Otis will take care of it. "Ain't you a pretty slut?" Otis voice was raspy now, you can tell he was close. He sped up before he came again, he pulled out and helped you finish again aswell. "Want to go again?" He looks up at you and softly tilts his head.

💚Authors note- Hiii, requests are open! I'll link part 1 below, have a lovely day!

[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

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

-❤️‍🔥

Rabbit

a/n: omg you have NO IDEA how much i love this!! thank you so much for this i had so too much fun writing it! <3

pairing: otis x afab!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), otis calls reader 'rabbit', no pronouns used but it's implied that reader has long hair

word count: 407

"What the fuck is that thing?" Otis asked, tugging at the bunny ears on your head.

"It's a headband," you simply told him, readjusting it. "It keeps the hair out of my face."

"Oh yeah? Well ain't it just convenient that they're little bunny ears," he smirked, toying with the ears again.

"Otis," you warned. "Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere good is where it's going," he mused, crushing you under the weight of his stare.

"And what's your definition of good?"

You knew there was no way you could say no to him, and you could absolutely see where this was going, but you were more interested in seeing how long you could drag this out.

He leaned back on the bed, opening his legs slightly, an amused grin on his face as he looked down at his crotch. "Come on, rabbit, I know you want to."

"Want to what?" You teased, shifting closer to him on the bed. "I ain't doing nothing 'till you tell me."

Otis simply looked down at his crotch again, like that would somehow serve as a decent enough answer. And it did, but you weren't about to tell him that.

You swung your leg over his waist, straddling his lap, unable to hide your amusement as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck.

"Am I getting closer?" You asked, your breath hot against his skin, your lips twisting into a smirk.

A dissatisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he dug his fingers into your thighs. "I ain't playin' no games, rabbit."

"Who said it was a game?" You questioned. "I was only askin' if I was close."

In response, he pushed his fingers harder into your thighs, making sure you knew he wasn't interested in messing around.

You sighed. "Fine, I'll suck your fuckin' dick."

You scooted down his body slightly, opening his pants, and soon enough, you had your hand wrapped around his dick.

"You know, I expect a certain level of enthusiasm when it comes to these things," Otis said. "And you don't look very enthusiastic."

You didn't bother to answer him as you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips jerking beneath you from the sudden motion.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel him playing with the bunny ears on your head, quiet groans falling from his lips.

"That's right," he muttered, petting your head. "That's right."

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[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.

[cherubgore]

anatomy practice.

2,764 words, slight reluctance - but adding dub-con, just to be safe. mary just wants to make rent, live fast and have a good time, too bad for her that her uppity, rich boyfriend can't seem to do any of that for her. not that she'll ever admit that to another living soul, she only took otis, the local art freak up on his offer to meet rent this month; no other reason. sporadic smut, pnv, fingering. uncharacteristically soft otis. crossposted on a03

Feeling ridiculous was an understatement. The dark nylon of her too tight outfit digging into her inner thighs, leaving deep, angry red marks behind each time she adjusted herself; Mary couldn’t believe she agreed to this. All in the name of art, she told herself.

A good, quick way to make some cold, hard cash, too. Everyone would’ve freaked if she told them what she was doing, parents included. Mother thought her photography was something sinful, as if she was taking photos for Play Boy, ironic. Still, her ‘friends’ saw her passions as some little quirk, teasing her with their ‘real’ degrees and ‘actual’ classes. Bill never really understood her passions. None of her friends appreciated her art, not like Otis did. Despite their arguments in class over theories and meanings, fighting for the development room, over the right shade of paint. Otis was still the best person to talk art with.

He’d talk to her about the colors and the setting. About how this angle gave off this impression, maybe this lens would be a better shot. It was nice to hold conversations about photography that went beyond just take the damn photo, Mary. It was a shame everyone thought he was such a freak. He really wasn’t that bad, a little off-putting and strange. Otis shared such a fiery passion for art, Mary couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His art was surreal, grotesque; he painted bodies bending like contortionists, dosing them in bright splashes of gore.

It looked so convincing, almost like he used actual blood and guts in his work. The images held so much pain. Mary’s always wanted to ask him why, what made him want to create such chaos on canvas. But she didn’t feel close enough to ask him anything personal like that. After this, though, they should feel super fucking close. His apartment was drafty, it left her with goosebumps littering every inch of her skin, and humiliatingly her nipples to poke out against her nylon prison. Something she was sure Otis would incorporate into his painting, whether she liked it or not. Ass.

“Are you almost done? My arms are getting tired.” If the bunny costume wasn’t bad enough, he posed her before he started, one hand sassily on her hip, the other pointing up toward the ceiling; classic image of a real Play Boy Bunny. Her mother would have a heart attack if she saw her, but that made it all the more fun. It excited her, too. Not that she would ever admit it, but being so exposed like this, being painting, maybe even the fact that Otis was doing it; it sent shivers of vehement through her.

“A painting ain’t as quick as a photo.” Otis said from behind his easel, his long white blond hair pulled up away from his face in a low bun, “This shit takes actual time.” Mary could feel the smirk in his words. He loved trying to get under her skin, and usually he managed exactly that. If they weren't at each other’s throats, then something was really wrong. As passionate as he was, Otis still felt like his art was superior, that it took more work, a better eye; like he was God's fucking gift to this art school. “You’ll get that money, don’t you worry, mama.”

His pet name bloomed heat in from her core. Doing her best to ignore it, she adjusted her ears back to their perfectly perched spot, the spot that Otis told her was ‘perfect’ and not to move them. Mary turned her attention back to him. “You’re damn right I will,” she huffed, pulling at her suit again. “This is the most degrading thing I’ve ever done. You're just lucky I needed to make rent, Driftwood.” Anatomy practice is what he convinced her to help him with. Something about the teachers saying his stuff was too “off-putting,” not that they were wrong, but they shouldn’t stifle someone’s style. Otis worked mainly in surrealism. Plenty of people weren’t ready for that type of art; Mary thought it was interesting, dark, different. Just like Otis himself was, not that it made him less of an asshole.

“You don’t need to make it look like me, you know. I told you I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

“Nah. This is for me only, scout's honor.” He finally peered around the canvas at her, showing off his yellow-toothed, ruggedly handsome grin. The innuendo he left her with shouldn’t have been so damn enticing, just for him? Mary tried to picture where he’d hang the fully finished photo at. Above his bed? In the kitchen? Would her image be a staple in his decor for years to come? God, she hated how much she hoped so. Somehow, Mary couldn’t picture him in a boy scout's uniform, performing the three-finger salute; maybe he did and excelled in survival and arts and crafts. The image made her stifle a giggle, much to Otis’s immediate suspension. He got up swiftly from his stool and strolled over to her. He circled her like a hawk looking for the best, maggot filled, the juiciest morsel of meat; from behind his paint coated hands shot out and grabbed her by her hips. “Something funny, Bunny?”

Yelping, Mary whirled her arm around to slap him, but Otis caught her wrist in his free hand. “Don’t call me that. What are you doing?” She almost welcomed the feeling of his warm and wet hand on her chilly skin.

“I want to try a different pose.” Otis told her, his breath was hot against the shell of her ear, and Mary squirmed in his grip, desperately fighting the urge to push back into him. Otis flexed his hand, gently squeezing at her hip, asking, almost begging. “I’ll pay extra for it. I know you got that boyfriend of yours waitin’.” He muttered, almost bitterly. No, there was no way he could be remotely jealous. They shared some tension in class, sure, they bickered, but there was nothing between them but classic academic rivalry.

“I don’t have any plans with Bill tonight. I do tomorrow. We’re going out for dinner.” Mary told him, dumbly, still reeling. She shuddered when Otis dropped her arm, but returned his hand to laze against her bare shoulder, fingers tapping lightly on her clavicle. His hands were rough, callused. Clearly he did harder work than Bill did at his accounting job. Mary wondered what it was he did, how long he’s been doing it; she wanted to crack open his fucking skull and see what he was really made up of. “I can do another pose for you, Otis.” She wanted too, even when he had her pinned up like this, it thrilled her. The heat building in her core was becoming almost unbearable, and she prayed to god that this outfit was thick enough to hide the wetness that was blooming between her legs.

“Yeah? He taking you out on the town?” Otis asked, bitterness dripping from his tongue like venomous drool. He slides his hand inward, fingers playing with the thin nylon there, itching to slide them inside. It disturbed her how much Mary wanted him to. She’d be a liar if she said this wasn’t something she’s thought about before. Bill was safe, goofy, sweet — but he wasn’t interesting, or dangerous like Otis was; he didn’t light a fire like this inside her, that’s for sure.

“Taking you out to some overpriced bar, I know where you’d rather be.”

“Yeah?” Mary choked out, fighting against all the points from her primal brain to grind herself back on him, end his teasing, and take full control of the situation. “Where is that?”

“Nice dive bar,” Otis muttered, lips ghosting against the back of her neck, tongue daring to poke out and drag itself down the nap, and Mary purred. “Maybe. Some artsy places, places I can’t afford — but I’d work hard to get you into.” His fingers teased the nylon, snapping it back, making her jump. “Here, with me.”

“Otis, please.” We shouldn’t be doing this. Bill was waiting for her, he was so excited to always talk about his day with her. But Mary hated his friends, she hated his boring line of work, she hated everything about him, except for him. “We shouldn’t…” Yet, her hips jerked back against him, and she moaned when she felt him so hard against her. Mary didn’t want Bill. He never made her feel like this, so seen, understood; so angry with wet, hot, need. She would rather be with Otis then some uppity bar, some place that her parents would approve of, Mary was so bored with playing the dutiful daughter, the good girl; no matter how many times she tried to hint that to Bill, he never listened and never would. Otis knew, though. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Otis slid his hand through her costume, cupping her sex with his hand, softly chuckling at the warm wetness he found dripping from her. “Gonna ruin the costume, mama. It’s like a goddamn pond down here. That little boyfriend make you boil over like this?” He teased her, rubbing his thumb against her folds, vexing her with only small, gentle pokes to her entrance; enjoying her soft, begging mews far too much to give her anything more. Mary squirmed in his grip, bunny ears sliding from their place on her head, forgotten on the floor to be mangled by their shifting, sliding feet.

“Fuck,” Mary gasped, rocking her hips in tune with his fingers. “Otis, please, please. I need you.” It felt like her legs would give. They were shaking so badly, her hips trying so hard to rut back against him, begging for a release.

“I ain’t going anywhere, bunny. Don’t you worry,” Otis mumbled, lazily leaving kisses against her neck, fingers still dancing around their goal, inching towards it with the precision of a goddamn snail. Mary knew Otis liked it better this way. He liked seeing her, a wobbling, dripping mess in his hands. Finally, he slid one finger inside her, and her brain short-circuited, photopsia flashed in her eyes, knees buckling. Mary allowed Otis to lower them to the ground, his fingers working their way through her orgasm, scissoring her open, drenching his hand in her oozing liquid; purposely targeting her clit with his thumb; overstimulating her past the point of logically thinking.

“Fuck, I think I just came,” Mary panted, her body sore and spent dangled in his arms, legs shaking, clenching around his fingers — willing them to stay exactly where they were.

“Sure felt like it,” Otis muttered in her ear, “Got yourself all over my fingers. You’ve been getting all hot’n bothered this entire time, huh?” He fingered her through her orgasm, and still demanded a second one. He still worked his way into her, rubbing at her red, swollen clit.

“So what if I was?” Mary gasped, trying her best to move her spent hips. “I felt what you’ve been up to, don’t forget.”

“You always got a smart mouth, you fucking know that?” Otis greedily removed his fingers from her core, unceremoniously wiping them against her costume. “It wasn’t talking the big buck a few minutes ago, doe.”

“I paid for this costume, ass. Unless you want to throw in the extra money to get it cleaned.” Mary’s head was still spinning, her entire body reeling from what had just happened. She was still clenching around nothing, her greedy body needing everything but time to recover. Otis still held her from behind, hands on her sides, moving up to cup her breasts in his hands, sucking on her teeth. Mary arched back into him. “Shit, ever heard of a break?”

“Ever thought about shutting up?” Otis bit back, stretching out his long legs around them, “Gonna ruin the damn moment.” He bucked his hips into the small of her back, rubbing himself against her, taunting her with it. Otis was good at that, teasing, edging. He wanted to make her a mess in his hands; moldable putty for him to play with until he got bored.

“Feels like someone’s eager,” Mary hissed when Otis pinched a nipple through her costume, rolling it between his fingers. “I told you not to ruin my costume, shit stain.” She felt his chest rumble in a laugh, rolling against her back. If she wasn’t so damn needy, she might’ve laughed, too.

“Lean forward, baby.” Otis hissed, urging her forward with his hand between her shoulder blades. “I am eager. Can’t wait to fuck you stupid.”

Mary did as she was bid, gasping when she pressed her cheek to the cold tile on the floor, arching her back, presenting herself to him. This is so wrong. What am I doing? She groaned listening to him fumble with his belt, cursing at his own mistakes. Anticipation broke her out in cold sweats; she needed this so bad, needed him. Heat bubbled up in her stomach again, she felt herself dripping through her costume. “Otis, I need it. Come on.”

“Someone’s eager,” Otis mocked, guiding himself to rest on the swell of her ass. “You look real good like this, you know that? Maybe I want to savior this moment. Might paint it later.” He rubbed himself against her pink, wet folds, moaning at the feeling. “You get this wet just for me? Look at you, slobbering all my cock like a twenty-five cent cherry whore.”

Mary’s hips twitched, desperate, “Fuck, come on, I can't take it anymore!” She’d be a whore, she’d be anything if he’d just slide his dick inside her. “I feel like I’m going to go insane, please, please.” He hasn’t even put it inside her yet, and she’s already gone completely stupid.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Otis purred, thrusting himself inside in one swift motion, “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He pulled back out, watching Mary’s pretty little cunt drool all over his dick, squelching at every move he made. “That feel good? Huh, bunny? Is this what you wanted? What you needed?”

Mary couldn’t fight back the guttural moan that ripped from her. She bucked her hips back into him, staying in rhythm with Otis’s hips, slamming herself back against him, “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned, “Fuck, this is what I wanted, Otis.” Bill was too slow, too soft, nothing like this, he could never itch the scratch in the same way, make her eyes roll back in her head, have her back arch so painfully; Mary’s body never fought to accommodate him. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed. “Otis, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead then, cum for me again.” Otis snickered in her ear, pounding sloppily against her, his own body jittering and twitching with the promise of his own hot, ravenous release.

Skin against skin echoed around the room with only the soft moans, the sounds of their conjoined breathing. Gasping, curling her toes, fingers, pressing herself as far back as she could be against him, Mary came hard with his name on her lips. Exhaustion expelled over her body, she crumbled onto the floor in a messy, sweaty heap. Otis, following her example, pulling himself free and shooting hot streams along her costume, successfully ruining it.

“You ruined my costume,” Mary muttered, rolling over onto her side, facing him. “That’s gotta be an extra twenty bucks.”

“I ruined more than that, bunny. You still got those plans tomorrow?” Otis smirked, rolling onto his back, offering his out-stretched arm to her, knowing that if she took it, she’d be making a deal with the devil.

Mary scooted across the floor to him, wrapping herself up in his warm embrace. Laying her head on his chest, she sighed. Did she still have those plans tomorrow? Did she still want to go back to Bill after this? Could she go back to Bill? It would be a lot harder to fake how much she enjoyed having sex with him now. “I don’t know.” She told him, “I don’t want to, but I think I have to.”

Otis snorted. “You don’t have to do shit, but pay taxes and die, and even then the taxes are an option.” He tightened his grip around her waist, silently telling her she wouldn’t be leaving, at least not for tonight. Tonight she belonged to him, and Otis planned to make the most of it before she went back to that deadweight boyfriend of hers.

[sleepingdeath-light]

Can we get some otis driftwood stuff please

Smut Headcanons | Otis Driftwood (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

note : i went with some smut hcs because you didn’t specify (also this got very long - i offer no apologies, i am a massive simp for this man lol) so yeah… feel free to send in more otis requests haha

relevant links : masterlist | slasher blog

very much so a given, but otis is a massive sadomasochist with strongly dominant leaning tendencies - particularly those of a cruel/mean dom

like he enjoys beating the shit out of his partners and having his partners cut him up and all of that, but he will not ever let up control - him being the one in charge is non negotiable, i’m afraid

doesn’t give a shit if anyone sees or hears you when you’re having sex and is more than happy to show off who you belong to if a victim’s getting too handsy for his taste - whether that manifests as a lewd makeout session in the living room whilst still working on lowering their guard or if he straight up brutally fucks you in front of them when they’re tied up and as good as dead

incredibly possessive by nature so expect to receive plenty of marks - including both more temporary ones (bruises, black eyes, bite marks, burns, cuts, hickeys, etc.) and more permanent ones (like a tattoo or brand of his name or his artwork that he designed specifically for you)

related to the above, definitely gets an ego boost if you affirm that you’re his - his partner, his fuck toy, his property - when you’re having sex

but he also enjoys when you’re possessive of him and affirm that he belongs to you as well - and not just because it usually leads to some rough sex and power-play where he reaffirms your places in the bedroom

has a naturally filthy mouth but it gets so much worse when it comes to the bedroom - like his dirty talk is on another level

he’ll call you his filthy, desperate little cocksleeve, his obedient cum pet and his pathetic sex toy in the same breath that he instructs you on exactly how to ride him or suck his cock - all the while praising how good you feel and how you look so damn pretty with all those bruises on you

big on hair pulling and choking as a way to exert his control over you - especially when he’s taking you from behind (either grabbing your hair or your throat to force you back against him as he utters all sorts of deprived comments and fantasies into your ear)

breath play is another favourite of his and he loves seeing the fear in your eyes when you’re unsure whether he’s going to let you go or let you die - especially when he’s keeping you from breathing through your nose when he’s fucking your face or when he’s got one hand around your neck whilst he’s fucking you hard and fast against whatever surface he can find

blood play? blood play.

yours, his, a victims; it doesn’t matter! he thinks you look hot as fuck when you’re covered in blood and he’s not ashamed of that - which you can definitely tell from the look on his face and the prominent hard-on he’s packing between his legs

would definitely be open to pet play - in that you’re his pet and he’s your owner - but this will only encourage him to amp up his teasing bullshit to a ten

like you’re not moaning or whining for attention, you’re barking/yapping/mewling and he needs you to zip it if you want a treat (and he will ignore you until you quiet down)

he’ll have you sat on the floor beside him when he eats or works, keeping you as exposed as possible with a leash and collar around your neck at all times

otis will do anything to demean you and emphasise your role as his pet, really

impact play is something he’d bring into the bedroom, but he’d only ever use his hands rather than a toy: spanking, slapping you across the face, punching your abdomen, etc.

loves seeing you all bloodied and battered and covered in a mixture of your cum and his; he’s definitely tried to replicate it in his art on multiple occasions but, much to his frustration, he can never seem to get it quite right

would definitely enjoy roleplay scenarios that involve him hunting and trapping you, especially if it revolves around his daily life as a killer - e.g. cnc and predator-prey where you pretend to be an innocent bystander within a group baby lured in

doesn’t moan so much as he grunts, groans and growls - usually this involves cusses, degradation, degrading-praise, instructions, your name and other such things

gets especially loud if you start cutting and biting at him because he enjoys the pain

definitely the type to brag about how good of a sex life he has to others, parading you around as something that they can see but they sure as shit can’t touch - no, that’s just for him - with the cockiest grin on his face when he does so

unquestionably a fan of drugged up and intoxicated sex - and probably becomes a much more gentle, affectionate and giggly partner when he’s inebriated

like, he’s still otis and he’s still rough with you, but when he’s high he just wants to be close to you and talk about how good you make him feel - laughing because he’s absolutely out of it whilst simultaneously manhandling you to keep you exactly where he wants you whilst you ride him into a state of complete and utter bliss

he’s happy to go down on you but he’s very bitey and will leave you in tears and screaming before long - like he’ll have a vice-like grip on your hips as he forces you to sit against his mouth and he ruins you with his tongue and teeth

he’s giving you what he wants so the least you can do is stay there and let him have his fun as well - that’s what he insists, at least

despite all of this roughness and pain play, however, otis does genuinely care about you and your well-being and would never do anything to put that at risk - he knows his limits and knows how to be rough without actually killing you, don’t worry

though he’d be caught dead before ever openly admitting something so lovey-dovey

so you’d definitely need a solid safe word and safe action with him if you want to be intimate and once either is used he’ll stop dead and will rip on you a bit but he’ll do his best to make sure that you’re alright before letting you get your rest whilst he goes back to whatever it was he was doing before you started

[bella-goths-wife]

Slashers kinks (NSFW)

Michael Myers

I could see Michael as someone who has to always be in control- even in the bedroom

He would need to you to submit to him and would always want to be in a dominant position because of the power he holds over you in that moment

I do think he has a power play kink

He would love to use his pure strength on you

Not too much obviously because that would kill you, and I don’t know about you but being killed really puts me out the mood y’know

He’d love to use you like a personal rag doll to throw and use whenever he wants to

Definitely would hold you up by your neck and choke you so yep add a choking kink to the list

Overall i think he would be open to new things in the bedroom as long as he’s in control

Bo Sinclair

Big daddy kink

No I mean huge, to the point you would have to call it him to get his attention some days

He has a thing for roleplay

He likes it when you play a helpless victim, and he plays the killer who spares your life for a favour (wink wink)

He also likes to play the role of the mechanic working on your car and you play the clueless bimbo/himbo who forgot their credit card

Would be open to doing it in public places but only in Ambrose so you’ve practically got a lot of privacy considering the chances of someone actually catching you is very slim

Could see him having a biting kink but more because he likes to mark you up

Vincent Sinclair

I think Vincent would love a dominant partner

If you are a fem Dom I could imagine him either calling you mommy or mistress

If you are a masc Dom then it would be either daddy or master

Has a huge thing about going down on you, just seeing how much pleasure it brings you is enough to make him cum in his pants

Enjoys being ordered around

Loves it when you kiss his neck or just behind his ear

Is a total sub but could occasionally be a Dom if you asked for it specifically but would always end with you dominating because he just doesn’t know what to do

Thomas Hewitt

He would have to have a romantic setting

Like candles, music, the whole shebang

Definitely a soft Dom

Loves gentle, slow, loving sex and adores it when he can look in your eyes and see every pleasure filled look you give him

He loves it when he can control the pace

Like let’s say he lets you ride him, he’ll have his hands on your hips the entire time guiding you in a loving gentle way

Definitely prefers having sex in the dark because of his insecurities about his face

Would love it if you had sex in the basement one time but he’s too scared holt, or god forbid Luda May, would walk in

Also has a bit of a breeding kink for any gender, doesn’t matter

Asa Emory

Obviously he wants to have a masochistic sub for a sexual partner

Will never ever under any circumstances give you any ounce of control

Is very possessive over you so he would love to mark you up

Giant knife kink

Wants to carve his name into your body with his favourite knife while also being balls deep inside of you

Very into you cockwarming him while he does his work for his day job

If you squirm even a bit too much for his liking he will edge you until tears are streaming down your face

VERY into edging and punishment

You will be in a sub Dom relationship

Rules and all

He will be called master, no ifs, ands or buts

Overall your always sore

And I mean always

Tiffany valentine

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?

Yes Tiffany has a massive mommy kink

Adores it when your tied up in black or red ropes

Has a bit of a gun kink

Has a fantasy of you two fucking which her holding a gun to your head with you doing the same to her

She’d see it as the ultimate act of devotion if your willing to risk your life while giving her immense pleasure and love

Likes to dress you up in gothic lingerie

Especially wants to get you a collar with mommas girl/boy/pet in glitter on the front

I do believe that she would enjoy spanking you as a form of punishment

Otis driftwood

Massive brat tamer

Would love a bratty sub S/O

Likes the power of putting you in your place over and over again until you submit

Massive blood kink

Like bite down on his shoulder until he bleeds and get some of that blood in your mouth and on your teeth?

This man would kiss you the hardest he ever has before because of how aroused it made him

Probably give you the odd spank on the ass during sex buy nothing too major

Quickies in public places hold a special place in his heart

Sex with clothes on turns him on

Major fan of hair pulling on himself

Bit of a masochist

Baby firefly

Massive brat

Wants a switch partner so that they can put her in her place when she wants it but she can also turn the tables and turn you into a whimpering mess of a human

Loves to humiliate you and degrade you until she can have you fully submit to her

Enjoys it when you ride her thigh just so she can call you a “poor little puppy” and call you pathetic for humping on her leg like a little mutt in heat

But she also enjoys it when she’s the submissive one and you gently or roughly praise her

You two are like the ying-Yang of doms

Likes it when you call her sweetie or honey in a gentle voice because it makes her feel safe and loved

Adores eye contact

[azazelflare]

OTIS DRIFTWOOD X READER HALLOWEEN RITUAL SMUT PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

Otis Driftwood x Reader: Ritual sex

Warnings: Blood kink, knife play, breeding, Possessiveness, biting.

You were a part of the Firefly family after Baby found you on the side of the road one day after your boyfriend dumped you there. You ended up being suprise adopted by the family, Otis being the one who opposed it. He was not going to trust you. You proved him wrong when you cut up a corpse and turned it into a masterpiece. His demeanor toward you changed almost overnight. He started to treat you like more than a piece of shit on his shoe. He started to ask you to join him when he cut up bodies, he even pulled your hair out of your face one day. You were alarmed at the change, you asked Mama what was going on and she said,  “He just likes you. He was found ya know, just like you.” you were shocked at that revelation. You went back upstairs and went to your room to think.

A few weeks later, it was time for the ritual Mama told you about. You had dealt with the group of people the night before. One of the girls glared at you throughout dinner, she kept trying to kick you under the table after you saw Otis come down for dinner. He sat down next to you, kissing your forehead. You flinch at the sharp kick on your shin, he looks at your face concerned. You signal with your eyes towards her and he knows you’re killing her tomorrow. They all eat silently, you finish your food and excuse yourself upstairs. Otis follows you upstairs when he sees you with your pants off and new bruises he didn't put there on your shins, he fucking started to fume. 

“Where the FUCK did those come from! I didn’t put those there.” you look down and mumble The girl across from me. “What?” “The girl in front of me kept kicking me. She kept glaring when you would touch me.” he narrowed his eyes. “Lay down, now. Go to sleep. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.” he turns off the light and takes off his pants. He lays down next to you, pulls you to his chest, and falls asleep. 

The next morning, you wake up to being trapped. He was still asleep, clutching you tight to his chest. You try to wiggle out so you could start to make breakfast. He opens his eyes while you struggle and chuckles as you struggle. You look up and glare at him, “Lemme go.” He lets go and you roll off the bed. You get up and put pants on. You rush downstairs and start on breakfast. You cook up the eggs and bacon, plate them and put them on the table. The family sits around the table. You finish your food and take your plate to the sink. You wash your dish which was ingrained into you by your ex. You go upstairs and wait for the ritual. You start to do your makeup a few hours later. You already had your dress on and all you had to do is put on the makeup. 

You finish your makeup thirty minutes early and you walk downstairs. Seeing Otis completely made up made you blush. He walked over to you and put his arm around your waist. He walked you to the ritual site and handed you the knife. “You’re gonna kill that bitch, show her you’re mine” You walk up to the tied-up girl and cut off her gag. She screams and you put the knife to her throat. She whimpers and stops making noise. 

Otis takes the knife from you nicking the girl's neck as he does. She tries to scream and you put your hand over her mouth. Otis called you over and when you got to him he grabbed your neck, bending it back and kissing you deep. You moaned into the kiss, he bites your lip and draws blood. He sucks the blood off your lips and moves down to your neck. He bites down through your skin then bends you over and rips your dress. He lifts the ripped fabric up and exposes your wet entrance. He lifts his robe and pulls his dick out, he rubs the head along your slit and pushes in you roughly. You moan at the penetration, he starts to fuck you. Your legs give out and he grabs you, holding you up. He shows the girl your pussy and how his dick is moving in and out of you. She starts to struggle with her bonds and starts to shout. He continues to fuck you holding you up with one arm. His other hand came up with the knife and held it to your throat.

You feel the cold metal against your neck and moan loudly. He pushes the knife into your neck. And you feel the blood start to flow under the blade. He puts the knife in your hand and walks over to the girl. “Kill her, Slash that Bitches throat. Make it messy.” You slash her throat. Blood splashing everywhere, you end up covered in blood and Otis starts to lick it off you. His dick was still inside you, he was thrusting harder as he tasted the blood. He laid you down on the grass and he pumps in you and licks up your chest. Sucking on your nipples for a few seconds. He reaches your neck his chin covered in blood and a smirk on his face. 

“Mmm, you taste good mama. We need to do this more often.” he takes the knife from the ground, running it down your body. He leaves cuts along your body. He cuts the dress off of you. It falls open and he grabs your tits. Pulling at your nipples and twisting them. He speeds up and starts to bite and cut at your skin. You moan as more blood is spilled. His thrusts start to lose rhythm and he pushes completely in you. He releases and groans, knife falling out of his hand. 

“I like how ya look mama, we should do this more often.”

[doomh3ad]

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

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

OOOO I LOVE UR MIND 🙏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dark-andtwisted-raven]

* Attention *

For those of you that like Smut, Psycho Killers and Story time, read below!

This is my first time writing any Smut like stories, so feel free to leave comments on how to do better, or give me new ideas.

Doom-Head x Reader (Y/N)

This story is written from the perspective of the reader, who has been taken to MurderWorld (31).

* This includes sexual scenes, sadistic killing in horror movie style and blood and gore. Reader discretion *

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Today is October 31st 2023. The last thing I could remember was waking up to a phone call from my best friend talking about dressing up for Halloween and going to some slutty party, getting drunk and finally doing something for the holiday. Me and Hayley got dressed in skimpy nurse outfits covered in blood with fake knives, getting tipsy from the few shots of tequila we had whilst heading to a random party we found online.

I started thinking to myself 'how did I end up here, how did it turn out like this' as I was hanging from chains in the middle of a church style building with blood dripping from my body. I felt so numb and disorientated, not being able to work out whether the blood was mine.

As I felt myself coming around, I heard chains to my right shaking and I looked around to see Hayley struggling. I could see the cuts on her face and chest. She started screaming as she looked up to see a strange figure on a balcony above looking down on all of us. I couldn't recognise anyone else who was captured, but I counted five of us.

The figure above lit up as a spotlight shone over him, where he began to explain where we were and why we were here. 'The game is called 31. Each of you will go through a maze throughout 12 hours, but this is a survival game afterall, so you'll be meeting The Heads along the way. There won't be any mercy if either of them finds you'.

That's when we met Sick-Head, who tortured us mentally before undoing the chains and letting us run. 'What sort of fucking game is this?!' I thought to myself as I ran to find somewhere to barricade myself. I could hear Hayley screaming in the distance as she ran a different way, and all I could think was how the fuck was I going to get out of here alive. More to the fact, where the fuck is 'here'?

I ran down a long dark corridor with flickering lights before realisation came upon me about what was going on, and that I was going to die. I leant up against a door and my eyes became blurry as I started crying, wondering how long I had, and when I was going to be killed.

'Snap out of it (Y/N), you will find a way out of here. Or you'll die trying'. I thought to myself, before the door behind me collapsed and I fell to the ground. Slowly I sat up to find a large piece of wood with nails in, probably from the doorframe, leant slightly up against the wall nearby. I looked around to realise I had fallen into some toilets, and saw one cubicle with a door that looked stable enough, so I grabbed the plank of wood and hid inside.

'Ahahahah' I could hear down the hallway. That little bastard Sick-Head was on his way, and I knew deep down I wasn't prepared. I could hear one of the males I saw chained up shouting at him, telling him to open up a gate, as I heard a knife or an axe scrape against the wall past the toilets. It wasn't long before Sick-Head had crept into the toilets and was tormenting me with his laugh and stupidity, calling my number out in spanish. I could hear his footsteps walk around outside the cubicle door, before he pushed it open with force and tried to attack me.

Adrenaline came over me and I fought for my life, and before long Sick-Head was down on the ground. His head was caved in from the wooden plank, as it stuck out of his forehead and nails dug deep into his skin. Was it wrong of me to suddenly feel turned on by the horrors around me? Was it wrong to feel excitement from killing him?

Those questions didn't last long after an announcement came through the speakers giving out the odds for each 'player'. One down, god knows how many more left, I thought to myself. After a few more hours of 'playing', we had only just over 4 hours left, and I had no idea who was still alive, or what came next.

Walking further down what seemed an empty corridor, I came to a large metal door with a small window in, but as I stepped closer I could see a figure of a man with his hair slicked back and white paint covering his face. He had blood dripping from his lips as he smiled eerily towards me before he turned away. 'Doom-Head'. The words slipped from my lips as a whisper, remembering some drawings I had seen on the walls of all the different 'Heads'. I didn't know anything that was going on, or what was going to happen, but I knew he was the one to be the most scared of.

There it was again. 'Is it wrong to be turned on by this? Is it wrong to feel something when I saw him look me deep in the eyes from the window'? What the fuck is wrong with me, I kept thinking to myself.

I found myself in a large room with metal bars as barriers, and multiple giant containers scattered around. I started wondering if I just needed to survive the timer, and what would happen to me if I did.

Two more hours went by in complete silence, sat inside of a locked container. That feeling came back, and the darkness in me settled down. I could feel myself wondering that if I was to die, why sit here in fear waiting for it to end. My hands wandered down my body and underneath my dress, as I tried to think about being somewhere else. Thoughts of the party and being drunk raced through my mind, as I was dancing with some guys and feeling a rush of ecstacy. But then floods of thoughts of having Doom-Head stood infront of me with his knife to my throat made me whisper his name. Ofcourse, I didn't know his real name, but 'Doom' was enough to make me feel the pleasure I was looking for.

And at that moment, I heard a knife scrape up against the wall of the container, as I covered my mouth to silence my heavy breathing. This was it, the end. The container door slid open and he stood there in a dull light, but I could see his smile through the makeup and blood, as he gazed upon me, my skirt lifted up showing me in all vulnerability. I waited as I stared at him, wondering when he was going to attack. But he didn't. Not the way I expected.

'Tut tut tut' he muttered as he slowly walked towards me, lowering his knives and sliding them into the back of his waistband. 'It's a shame (Y/N), I enjoyed the way you fought for your life. I wanted to watch you scream beneath me before plunging myself inside you'. And there it was again, that damn feeling rushing to my head. 'Plunging himself inside me.' My thoughts were definitely different to his.

And after I blinked, there he was. Stood right infront of me, grinning showing all of his teeth and the blood dripping from his lips. 'What's the matter, little girl?' He asked. I could feel my legs shake and my lips tremble as I couldn't bring myself to speak any words to him. 'A little shy are we?' He asked as he took his gaze down my body to see my dress lifted up to my chest, showing my skin underneath. I didn't know where to look. His eyes? No. His hands incase he grabbed his knife. No. I looked up to find him biting his lip as he mentally undressed me completely. 'Do you want me to beg?' I whispered in fear. 'Do you get pleasure watching the vulnerable kneel before you?' I knew how I meant it, but did he?

His eyes looked back into mine as he smiled and took out his knives from behind him and placed them against my throat. 'Oh, you'll beg for me.' He slowly lowered my body down to the ground guided by the sharp blades and lifted them up to force my chin, making me look up at him. 'Is this how you want me?' I shamefully asked, not knowing if he was about to slit my throat for his own pleasure.

Before long, Doom-Head knelt down to grab the bottom of my dress and ripped it off. 'Another shame' he said. 'I quite like a woman in roleplay', hinting at my nurse outfit. I found myself smiling as he did, hoping deep down he wasn't going to kill me just yet. He ran his blades up my legs before getting to my thighs and shouting at me. 'Stand up!' I shot up before he dropped a knife from his right hand so he could place his hand around my neck, continuing to slide the other blade between my legs. 'Is this what turns you on?' He asked. 'Your wet self is cleaning my knives for me'. I could feel the blood from them wiping up against me as he slide the knife against my body, as he continued to smile his evil smile.

Thoughts raced through my mind. How far was this going to go? When would he stop playing and tormenting me?

Another announcement came through the speakers. '31 minutes left, let's have a good time.'

'That's enough time for a whole lotta fun, don't you think?' Doom-Head whispered as he looked into my eyes and smiled once more. 'I guess so' I muttered with fear. He gripped around my neck tighter and tighter before he shouted 'fuck!' and pushed me up against the wall of the container. He looked at me with anger and rage in his eyes, but he still didn't seem to want to end it just yet. He was enjoying this game as much as I was.

Doom-Head grabbed my hair and dragged me to turn me around, facing the container wall. His knife softly scraped down my spine before I heard it drop to the floor joining the other one. I turned my head to see him taking off his suit jacket and tie before he shouted again. 'Turn your fucking head back around'. I heard the buttons on his suit trousers and felt his hand grab my waist as he lowered them to his ankles, before digging his fingers into my skin on my lower back as he grabbed me and pushed himself inside me. He didn't start slow and soft. He just rammed himself inside me hard and fast, gripping tighter and tighter.

I lost track of time as the pleasure overcame me, feeling him deep inside me and hearing him breathe in a heavy pace, feeling every part of him ruin me.

The buzzer sounded and the announcer stated 'Weapons down, weapons down. This is the end of 31'. 'FUCK!' Doom-Head shouted again as he was about to finish. 'You fucking whore' he said as he pushed me away from him when he was done. I fell to the ground, hitting my head on the floor.

I finally came back around finding him kneeling down infront of me, leaning over with his hand on my cheek. 'You cost me money, little one'. I looked into his eyes as he smiled and the sound of his knife flicked. He could see the fear in my eyes as I looked him deep into his, begging for my life. I looked down to see the other knife still on the ground next to him. 'The game is over, but I have to get out alive' I thought to myself. I thrusted my body forward to grab the knife but Doom-Head knew my next moves and grabbed it before I did. 'That's not how you play fair' he said to me with a softer sounding voice. 'And I demanded double pay this year.'

'You'll have to make it up to me then, won't you' he stated, as he grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up to my feet. 'And you'll do as you are told for being spared.' He smiled at me again before he ran his knife over my lips and told me I had to join 31 with him, so he could watch me kill others and do this all over again with him.

Ofcourse, I agreed.

[daddy-issues-99]

Fanfic Material List!!!

(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)

Transformers

Horror

Marvel

Star Wars

DC

Harry Potter

LOTR/TH

John Wick

TMNT

Call Of Duty

Other:

Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff

1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?

Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff

Mothman x GN reader

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

warning: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, otis calls reader a whore

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"(y/n)," otis mumbles, his hand clumsily sliding between your legs in the dark.

you mutter a quiet "mm" as you curl your fingers around his wrist, parting your legs for him slightly so he can press his fingers to your core.

"fuck, you're already so wet for me," he chuckles, his voice still laced with sleep as he rests his chin against your shoulder, easily slipping a finger inside of you.

"otis," you whimper, rocking against his hand. "please."

"what? what'd you want?" he teases, inerting a second finger now. "you want me to fuck you like a whore? that what you want?"

"yes."

"a-a," he tuts. "i wanna hear you say it."

"otis...please─"

"say it," he orders. "are you my dirty fuckin' whore, (y/n)?"

"yes," you whisper. "i'm your dirty fuckin' whore."

"that's right," he praises, pulling his fingers from you and positioning his cock at your entrance.

"fuck," he groans when he pushes himself inside of you, stretching you open. "i am glad i kept you."

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i am so down bad for this man it's concerning

[Main Masterlist]

[im-his-druidess]

Masterlist

Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Vincent Sinclair

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Bo Sinclair & Vincent Sinclair

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Michael Myers

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

Otis Driftwood

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 6 - 7

Luigi Largo

1 - 2

Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface

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Brahms Heelshire

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Norman Nordstrom

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Jason Voorhees

Slasher Group Preferences

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The Shape

The Knight

The Executioner

The Oni

The Ghost Face

Dead By Daylight Group Preferences

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Victor Creed

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Hellboy

Miles Quaritch

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Monster Group Preferences

[r0ryculkinwife]

Pls someone dm me to rp with me I am begging

I am willing to do anything atp just to have someone rp

I like

Hetalia

Anything Rory culkin related

Certain slashers

Scott pilgrim

Genshin impact

Metaloclypse

Tf2

Scopophobia (frost bite, John Doe, purple.. etc)

Deathgasm

And like so much more. Please please I beg of it dm me

[princessgorewhorexx]

🚨ATTENTION ARTISTS🚨

i am new to posting art on tumblr and stuff! i am not sure of what the current like lingo and trends are so please let me know if i do something that isn’t acceptable in the art community or something!

like do people link their art references? what art trends are there currently? do i sound out of touch? i’m confused!!!

there’s gonna be some growing pains on here because i am nervous to show my art sometimes because everyone here is so talented and i don’t really have an art style per say, it’s just like realistic pieces with no real style so blehhh!

also what do you guys wanna see more of?

i love y’all already and stuff so this is fun and cool and um yeah bye!

kisses xx

[atomic--peach]

Halloween Special Slasher Smut Master Post.

Most are complete but Lunar Madness is still a WIP