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All Day - Brian Zvonecek | 18+

Requested: yes

Word count: 2,788

Warnings: smut [dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (womp womp), creampie?], aftercare <3

A/n: yeah idk hi

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“Imagine how I good I’d feel inside you.” + “I didn’t know you were like this.”

Being with Brian was probably the easiest thing you’d ever done. Easily. He was kind, and gentle, and loving. Just overall a sweet charmer. Working together meant a lot of your time together was spent on calls. 

And today had been intense, a helicopter crashing because of a couple of boys flying a drone was not something either of you expected from the shift but regardless of working on different companies, you and Brian saved a lady’s life. 

And god did he look good doing it. No seriously, seriously, if it wasn’t the life or death situation of a lady you would have been ogling over him the entire time, but you know, professionalism and all. Regardless, the way he took control over all of it? Knew what he was doing? 

Hot. Just so extremely, extremely hot. And it had been on your mind all day. Especially now as you were in the passenger seat of his car on your way to his place. It was difficult keeping your thoughts to yourself, but part of you worried that he’d be, weirded out? That you were turned on by him just doing his job.

So you sat, legs pressed together and your hand innocently in his. Even now as he drove your eyes shifted up from where you two were connected, over his arm, his partially covered bicep that now out of his uniform was only covered by the short sleeve of his button up, and over his face.

“I can feel you staring.” Brian spoke suddenly, glancing over without as much as a turn of his head. Instantly your cheeks went red, turning away from him with a shake of the head.

“I- No, I was just, admiring.” You blubbered out, shifting slightly. Getting caught looking was one thing but getting caught looking because you were having a million and one thoughts of him on top of you was embarrassing to say the least.

Brian turned his head to you briefly, “Mhm, well stop doing that. Hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Tickles,” He chuckled faintly, squeezing your hand. He was very obviously kidding but still, you turned your eyes to look out the window

If you didn’t look at him then maybe you’d be able to control yourself. Except when you got home and he instantly fell onto the couch with his shoes kicked off, you couldn’t help looking over him. 

This time your lingering gaze was not ignored, Brian twisting to look right back at you, “If you’re gonna stare, at least do so over here so I can hold onto you while you do,” He muttered, his hand stretching out lazily.

You sucked in a deep breath before walking over to him. “Maybe I want to admire you from afar.” You teased, grabbing onto his hand. The warmth of his palm made you sigh, instantly being drawn towards him.

“You could but,” Brian yanked your arm just slightly, pulling you onto his lap. “I couldn’t do this,” He smiled, eyes sliding over your face. With your legs around him, you bit your lip, shrugging just slightly.

It took nearly everything inside of you to not grind down against him, instead putting your arms over his shoulders, one hand slipping into his hair. “Hm, you’re right. I like this,” You grinned, feeling his hands sliding up your thighs. “Yeah, like this a lot.” 

Slowly you leaned forward, pressing your lips to him, giving up on whatever control you had over yourself. Brian was just too damn intoxicating and you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Apparently he was on the same page though, his grip going to your hips just tightly enough to push you down against him.

A soft groan rumbled through you, repeating the motion, this time without any outside force needed. As soon as you pulled back his lips were on your neck – hot open mouthed kisses going across your skin. “God I’ve wanted this all day,” You muttered out, tugging just slightly at his hair.

The tickle of his mustache always made you squirmy, that on top of the annoyance in your pants made you rock down against him steadily, not caring how needy it made you look. “All day?” Brian muttered, pushing your shirt off your shoulder.

“Well, since,” A moan cut you off as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone. “Since that helicopter call.” You weren’t going to say anything but as soon as it came out, his hands slid up your sides, one staying splayed out on your back.

Brian’s eyebrow lifted, confused on how you decided you wanted him like this on a call of all places. “The helicopter call?” He questioned, tucking stray strands of hair off of your face. Softly you hummed in response, scratching just slightly at his scalp.

“Mhm, watching you take everything apart, and lifting it. I don’t really know. Did something to me.” You burned red as you admitted it to him. He instantly shifted to grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and off of you.

The sudden coldness of the room made you suck in a breath, his lips immediately connecting to your chest. You held him to your chest, the growing bulge in his jeans giving you more friction, his hands grabbing wherever they could.

Your sides, hips, thighs, ass. Everywhere. If he could touch you everywhere all at once he would. “You know,” You breathed out, looking down at him. “When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this.” 

Honestly, meeting young Brian Zvonecek his first year on truck was crazy. He was a goofy guy. His hair was still unruly, he’d gotten better at styling it now but you liked it before either way. He’d filled out his uniform nicely, again, not that you weren’t infatuated from first sight but it was more so the growing together that got you. And you were thankful for that daily.

Brian’s hands went back up your thighs, squeezing as they did. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?” He always did manage to have a sort of cocky attitude when he had you like this. Which, lucky for him, was pretty often.

You left out a soft whimper at his tone, biting your lip. Brian reached up more, moving to unbutton your jeans, looking up at you. Easily you shifted enough to get them off, not caring that you were just in your underwear and bra, not when his eyes hungrily grazed over you.

Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and button of his jeans, looking over his face, “You’re overdressed for the occasion.” You leaned forward into his ear, whispering softly. Without any hesitation, he shifted you off of him, standing to shove off his pants, the buckle hitting the floor with a clang.

No matter how many times you saw his body it alway, always made you want him more than you originally did. Though, watching the button up hit the floor was always a bit upsetting, you always loved them. Especially this one, red, birds all over it. He was wearing it the first time he fingered you so it always brought back memories to say the least.

As soon as he was sat back on the couch, the only thing covering him being his boxers, he reached his hand out again. Easily you crawled back onto his lap, lips crushed together the second you could. 

Every movement together made him groan, his hands reaching around to finally unclasp the bra that covered your chest. As soon as it joined the other clothes on the floor, he slid his hands up your chest, cupping each breast in his hands.

Your back involuntarily arched towards him, his fingers tweaking your nipples as you did. A low groan bubbled in the back of your throat, bucking your hips down against him. “God Bri, you feel so good.” Each word was mumbled but he understood each of them, his mouth coming up to your ear.

He pressed a kiss right under it, still feeling you up, “Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” The words came out before he could even think them over, the pure lust and horniness front and foremost in his mind.

Neither of you were even sure what to say, you out of pure shock at his confidence and how much that turned you on and him out of slight embarrassment. Regardless it went away within seconds, you shifting onto your back and pulling him on top of you.

“Say that again.” You muttered, craning your head up to kiss his neck. He shook his head slightly, going to decline. “Brian, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Say it again.” 

That was enough to spark something inside of him, his fingers walking up the inside of your thigh, “Well in that case, I said, imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” His index finger danced along the top of your underwear, agonizingly slow over the exact spot you actually wanted him, your eyes hooded as he looked over you.

Impatiently you tried to lift into him, his touch pulling away as you did. He kneeled back onto his knees, fingers racing up to loop over the band. As always, he hesitated, waiting for a sure nod and yes before doing anything. “Go ahead,” You spoke firmly with a nod, already lifting your hips up for him to remove the last layer of your clothing.

Brian pulled them off, his hands going right back to the upper most part of your thighs. Gently he nudged one of your legs around him, propped up under one of the pillows on the couch. “I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He muttered, trailing a finger through your folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could.

You nodded quickly, your hands balled into fists to try and keep yourself still for him. Not that he was much of a tease, not on days like this. He was always the type to give you just what you wanted, it was in his blood. He was a pleaser. And boy did he please.

So it was no surprise how quickly and easily he pressed his middle finger into you, curling it up like he had done this a million times. Your eyes glazed over his body, trickling down to where he moved his digit inside of you. “Fuck, Brian,” His name practically dripped the same way you were out of you.

He watched how you reacted to each movement, slipping his ring finger in as soon as your hips bucked up, unable to stay still anymore. Every pump made a disgusting squelch but he was hitting the exact spot, your hand coming up to grab onto his arm.

“Just- just like that,” You groaned out, nodding tightly. There was an attempt to keep your eyes on him. Really, but as soon as you started to clench around him and the outer edge of your vision went white, you scrunched your eyes closed. 

Brian slowly slowed inside of you, making sure to ride you out of the high entirely before he leaned over you, making a show of licking over his fingers. “For someone so gorgeous, you taste just as good.” He spoke, leaning down to kiss you before you could even say anything back.

Granted no words were even coming to your mind, just overwhelmed with the pulsing in between your legs. That and the bulge that was still hidden away. You reached between the two of you, palming at him. 

“I think these should come off.” You sighed out, him kissing your cheek, and then jaw before sitting back like he had before, this time discarding his boxers. Instantly you felt yourself clench around nothing, always a mess for him. “God, please fuck me.” You muttered, more so under your breath and to yourself but not unheard to the man above you.

“Trust me. I plan to,” He hummed, sliding his fingers through your mess, using the wetness to get himself ready, not that he wasn’t already completely swollen and dripping his own precum. You whined faintly, sensitive to the touch as you tried to push closer to him.

He leaned down, kissing your lower stomach before gently sliding inside of you. Your mouth gaped open as he did, your hand once again found his arm, wrapping around his forearm. Slowly he started to thrust into you, planting himself on either side of your head.

Your gaze would have stayed on his face if you weren’t distracted by the way his bicep tightened as he held himself up. And you were sure if you could see the way his back muscles looked right now, you’d be a complete and utter mess. Well, more so than you already were.

“This what you wanted from me all day?” Brian noted the way your eyes were locked on his arm. “For me to be on top of you like this?” His hips snapped up, the usually gentle man unable to help how turned on he was.

Having someone be so attracted to him that they were thinking about him at work? When they weren’t being all coupley at home? When he was just, being Otis? Just being Brian? It worked its way into his mind and each hit into you was enough proof you needed of that.

Your eyes went back up to his face, eyebrows pulled together as you nodded, “Yes, god, yes it was.” You moaned out, the way your mouth hung open the perfect chance for Brian to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

“How bad?” You didn’t answer right away, making him lean closer to you. “How badly did you want me to fuck you while we were at work?” He repeated, his palm pushed to the side of your face, holding you there.

The knot in your stomach was already tightening, everything about how he was acting simply sent you over. “So bad baby,” You whined, “So so bad.” A breath caught in your throat as you dug your nails into his skin.

Before you could give warning, your back lifted, electricity running throughout your entire body as you tightly clenched around him. “Bri-” His name didn’t even come out louder than a squeak as he kept his pace up, chasing his own release.

It wasn’t far behind yours, the man only stilling with a groan as he came, filling all of you up. Your eyes locked on one another, his thumb lightly gracing your cheek. Once you’d both pulled yourselves together he leaned down to grab his boxers, putting them underneath you before pulling out.

That was the only thing that kept your mess from getting onto the furniture but he leaned down, peppering soft kisses over your face, the hair above his lip making your nose scrunch up. He waited a couple moments before pressing a long and firm kiss to your lips. “You alright?” Brian made sure to question, taking your soft nod as a good enough answer.

Slowly he stood, grabbing onto your hands to help you up and into the bathroom. “Here, go to the bathroom, I’ll start a bath for you and go clean up okay?” His voice was soft, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead as you sat on the toilet.

Without another word he turned the water on to get warm before disappearing from the room, reappearing a couple minutes later with a new set of clothes for both of you nicely folded. “You want help getting in?” Brian offered, gingerly taking your hand to help you stand and step into the bathtub. 

The two of you sat there for a bit, Brian washing your hair for you while leaving more and more kisses over your shoulders and the back of your neck. Once you were out, dry and clothed, the two of you moved to his bed, his arms wrapped around you.

Slightly you shifted to face him, placing your hand on the side of his face, “Can I tell you a secret?” You asked, a smile fighting to grow on your face. He nodded instantly, mumbling an ‘always’ under his breath. “I love you.”

A blush crossed his cheeks as he thought for a second. “Can I tell you a secret?” He countered, raising his eyebrows together. With a giggle you nodded, already knowing what was going to be said. 

“I love you too.”

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are you trying to get us in trouble?

Otis x 51 gf yup

Trouble - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

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Prompt: “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

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“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” Otis whispered, after allowing you to pull off his t-shirt in one quick motion, dropping it by the shower drain as you planted your lips firmly on the nape of his neck.

You said nothing, instead grazing your teeth gently over his protruding collarbones, in a way that had a shudder rattle up his body and escape into the air, making you smile smugly to yourself as you always did like to bask in the way you made him feel.

“You're not worried, are you baby? That someone might catch us in here?” You whispered, the heat of your breath puffing over his skin in a way that gave him goosebumps as your mouth worked its way back up, your hands running equally as slow up the length of his muscular arms.

“No.” Otis scoffed out, ignoring the slight touch of worry deep in the pit of his stomach over the very idea of getting caught. He swallowed thickly, pushing those nerves down further as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, angling his head a little to allow you better access to his neck. “I just don’t want anyone seeing parts of you that only I get to see.”

“Is that so?” You chuckled, guiding your mouth all the way towards his ear, pressing kisses over every inch of him that you could before you reached your destination, tugging gently on his lobe in a way that had him huff out a breath before you whispered. “Well perhaps I’d be better suited pinned to the wall, that way… No one will be able to see much should they find us.”

In one quick motion, you found yourself pressed up against the shower wall, your legs wrapped tightly around Otis’s waist as he held you in place. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading through the softness of his hair as he kissed you like a starving man, with such intense heat that it felt like there was steam in the air and yet there was no water to be seen.

“There… Now no one will see you.” Otis breathed out, taking your lips in his again as he rocked his hips against yours, a soft whine escaping the back of your throat as that hardness beneath his pants. “But that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to hear you.”

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Curfew

Media Sex Education

Character Otis Millburn

Couple Otis X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day Ten

Kinktober Concept Car Sex

Smut Full sex/ in car/ condom

I sat in my car having since moved to my passenger seat fixing my nails with my file as I waited. 

"Hi Honey" Otis smiled as he arrived at my window 

"Hi" I smiled "Come on then I have a curfew remember," I told him 

He smirked and climbed into the driver's seat and he happily undid his belt and jeans revealing his blue striped boxers, I smirked and moved to sit on his lap letting him tug up my skirt "You bring one?"

"I did" I smiled Grabbing the condom from my pocket, He happily took it opened it and slipped it on 

"Come on honey" he smirked 

"Alright Otis" I smiled letting him slip inside me 

"Ughhh fuck- I've missed you so bad!"

"I've missed you too, come on my curfew is ten" I remind him 

"Yeah sorry" he nodded thrusting up I happily held his shoulders kissing him to keep us quiet as I bounced myself up and down "Ughhhhh!" He groans "Please?" he whines staring at my shirt 

"That what you want Otis?"

"Yes please honey"

"Alright" I smirked moving my shirt down a little to expose my bra for him 

"Ummmm fuck" He groans kissing down my neck and nuzzling into my breasts his hands grabbed my ass guiding me faster 

"Ummm, faster" I whined

"Faster? Right honey" he smirked getting faster and faster I began to dig my nails in as the pleasure got more intense "I uhh I-"

"Just a little longer" I whined kissing his neck and doing my best to keep at this pace even if he began to slightly slow Until I hit my orgasm and bit his neck hard "Uhhhhhhhhh!" 

"Fuck! Fuck!" He groans his hips bucking hard into me until we both collapse in the seat 

"I love you"

"I love you too" He smiled 

"Now, go home Otis before I get yelled at for missing my curfew"

"Right yeah," he nods

I moved to the passenger seat and grabbed my body spray, making sure to give myself a decent coat as he pulled the condom off tieing it up and was about to throw it

"Hey! Don't throw it out the window!"

"Then what should I do with it?"

"Throw it away."

"You want me to carry it in my pocket till I find a bin?"

"yes."

"Can I at least have an issue so I can wrap it up, so I don't just have a condom full of my jizz in my pocket 

"Fine," I told him getting a tissue for him so he could wrap it up

"I'll see you tomorrow morning"

"I'll see you tomorrow" I smiled giving him a kiss and he got out so I waved him goodbye as he headed back to his bike, I grabbed a new overpowering air freshener and body sprayed across my car jumping into the driver's seat to head home before curfew. 

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Otis x fem (paramedic) reader

I was thinking Otis has a crush on her and he thinks maybe she actually might have a crush on him too but when a secret accidentally comes out that she had a brief fling with Kelly (perhaps someone caught them at the firehouse once) he automatically assumes there’s no way in hell then that she likes him and that she was flirting with him not because she likes him and wants a potential relationship but because she’s just naturally a flirtatious person. He freezes her out and she decides to make a grand romantic gesture at the firehouse in front of everyone to prove him wrong and get the man of her dreams🥰.

Drone - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

Summary: Otis misunderstands a conversation that you have with Capp and thinks that you have something going on with Severide.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write! I love Otis so much he's literally perfect.

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“You remember!” Capp practically shouted and you cringed, already well aware of the eyes on you. The conversation had started innocently enough (if you could really call it that) when Capp had brought up the topic of firehouse romances. As if any of the guys sitting around the long table, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wanted to talk about their exploits.  

You shook your head. You definitely didn’t want to talk about your exploits. That was asking for trouble. You’d worked hard to get where you were and you’d been lucky enough to wind up at 51 after a less than pleasant candidacy at 66. There was no way you needed Capp, of all people, airing your dirty laundry. “No.” 

“Come on,” Capp drawled, “you’ve gotta remember. Not like it was a long time ago.” He replied, leaning further into the table, closer to you.  

At the coffee maker behind you, Cruz and Otis were practically burning a hole in the back of your head trying to find out what Capp knew about you and some mystery firefighter. You were honestly praying that the alarm would go off. Did no one in Chicago have a fire they needed you to fight off?  

“No,” you drew the word out as you thought of the best way to respond, “besides…how did you even hear about it?” As far as you knew, the only person who knew that you’d been (technically) sleeping with your instructor during the academy was said instructor (who technically only taught one course) and yourself.  

“Severide told me.”  

“What did I tell you?” Kelly’s voice rung out in the common area and you looked over toward the main entrance. He was just rolling in for shift and still had his bag on him though he was already in uniform.  

“We were talking about dating in the firehouse,” Cruz started to explain. You didn’t dare look back as he trailed off, knowing that if he was working out the connection than Otis definitely was working it out.  

It wasn’t anything official, or unofficial for that matter, but there was definitely something there between you and Otis. Well, you hoped there was something there and you weren’t reading too much into it. You’d been hanging around Molly’s on nights off to see him, sometimes (most times) staying until closing just so the two of you could talk. You liked all the same shows and usually if one of you was stuck pulling the night shift the other would stay up too and watch something. He was just as insufferable watching tv as you were, talking the whole time and yelling at characters like they could hear you. Whatever it all boiled down to, you definitely wouldn’t define your feelings as platonic. But you’d been taking the whole thing slowly. It wasn’t just that he was hot and you wanted to sleep with him (although, he was hot and you did really, really, wanna sleep with him). You wanted a real relationship with him, or at least a shot at one. Which was now dwindling as Cruz opened his mouth to finish the thought that had shut him up the first time.  

“You two?” He looked between you and Severide and if you could’ve burned a hole in Kelly’s head with how hard you were glaring you were sure all the fire alarms in the house would be going off.  

Kelly scratched the back of his and feigned nonchalance. Or maybe he really didn’t care who knew, “it wasn’t anything…uh,” he looked over at you, practically begging for you to confirm that the brief relationship meant nothing.  

“It wasn’t anything serious,” you finished. You felt your whole face warm and clocked Otis’ retreating form from the corner of your eye. His Big Hug mug sat abandoned next to the coffeemaker and the side door that lead to the bunk room was swinging shut.  

As Capp piped up again, your eyes met Cruz’s and you sighed. You knew Otis and you knew exactly what was going through his head right now. Leaving your own coffee on the counter, you headed out of the common area and passed Kelly to the locker room. He waited half a second before backing out of the room and following after you. Otis being upset was something you definitely had to deal with, you owed him an explanation and some honesty, but right now you wanted to talk to Kelly. Not because you had any lingering feelings for him or thought he might have any for you but because you were friends.  

“What the hell Kelly? You told Capp we slept together?” You whispered, smacking his arm as he opened his locker.  

“Hey, whoa, it was not like that.” He insisted. “I mentioned it to Casey-“ 

“Oh my god, Casey knows?” You huffed, “why not just hang a fucking banner?”  

“Would you calm down.” 

“Kelly. Casey’s my lieutenant…I don’t want him thinking I got any breaks.” You replied.  

“Nobody thinks that.” He said it as if he was positive and you almost believed him.  

“Who else knows?”  

“Now?” He asked and you dropped onto the bench, covering your face with your hands. “Hey; come on, no one is gonna think of you any differently. We were both in completely different places in our lives.”  

“Brian will.” You muttered, the words obscured by your hands.  

Severide raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to repeat yourself. When you didn’t, he asked what you’d said. 

“I said, Brian will.” You replied, lifting your head to look at him. “I really like him and we’ve been kinda, spending time together. I mean, nothings happened but I definitely want it to and now…oh god.”  

“Otis’ll come around.”  

You wanted to hope that Severide was right but despite having been roommates with Otis at one point, you knew that the two of them had never really been close friends. Any advice that Severide gave wasn’t really applicable. You knew you could ask Cruz but he’d probably just tell you to talk to him and you doubted Otis would be in the talking mood right now.  

“Yeah thanks.”  

- 

You weren’t entirely sure how long you were supposed to wait for Otis to “come around”. It’d been almost a week and things between the two of you were still rocky. You knew you shouldn’t have taken Severide’s advice. As much as you loved him (platonically) he have notoriously bad advice and you were all too aware of that. Still you’d sat on your hands as if Otis would be the type of person to sense a misunderstanding and do something about it instead of just wallowing in self-pity.  

Cruz had mentioned putting in a good word for you, the extent of which had simply been him reminding Otis that the two of you almost kissed at Molly’s the night before Capp’s over share (a fact that you didn’t know Cruz knew until he told you).  

“Does everyone around here tell everyone everything? Are there no secrets?” You had grumbled as you laced your shoes and Cruz looked guiltily around the lockers (apparently talking to you was off limits because they were roommates or bros or whatever Cruz said) as if Otis would pop out from a corner.  

“Just trying to help,” Cruz justified, raising his hands in surrender.  

“I know,” you sighed. “I just, ugh…if we were dating I totally would’ve told him. I mean I was gonna tell him once I figured out where this was going. It’s not like I wanted to keep it a secret secret forever, I just…it wasn’t anyone’s business but mine and Kelly’s. And I don’t even like Kelly! I mean, yeah, I love him, he’s a great friend…he’s an okay, working on himself, friend, but I don’t wanna like…I’m not interested in him the way I’m interested in Brian. I’m not interested in Severide at all.” 

Cruz looked almost apologetic as he stared at you, unsure what to say. Herrmann had given you the questionable (but possibly decent) advice of a ‘grand gesture’. Something to really solidified the fact that you were into Otis (“what’s that you’re always saying? Kid’s like a newborn baby, you gotta spell that out for him nice and clear.”) and wanted him to know it.  

If he could’ve given any better advice he would have but the honest truth was that he agreed with Herrmann. Cruz knew Otis better than most, he’d tried talking to him at the firehouse after you’d left the common area and then again when they got home but Otis was stubborn and his ego was bruised.  

“If you just talk to them, it’s a misunderstanding Otis-“ He’d tried to get Sylvie on his side, and she’d chimed in with a half-hearted agreement but ever since she’d started seeing Antonio she was practically useless as far as keeping her attention went. And left to fend for himself, Cruz was having a shitty time convincing his best friend that this wasn’t what he was making it out to be. 

“It all makes sense now,” Otis had been bitching the entire elevator ride up and he didn’t stop now to listen to Cruz, “I mean, the inside jokes, the rides home together, god they’ve probably been together this whole time!” 

“That doesn’t even make sense Otis, Severide was dating that paralegal two weeks ago. Besides, they’re the only person in the whole firehouse that calls you Brian.”  

“That’s my name.”  

“Yeah but day one, you said your name was Brian when Mouch called you Otis and they said ‘what do you prefer’ and you said Brian and they haven’t called you Otis a single day since.” Cruz tried to point out, “that’s not nothing.”  

“It’s barely something.”  

Talking to Otis was like talking to a brick wall, nothing he said was going to get through to him. The only real glimmer of hope Cruz had was that maybe something you said would right this whole situation. If you could just talk to him or something. Anything. Hang a banner from the roof of 51, post it up on the message board so everyone could see, announce it over loud speaker throughout the house. Whatever it took to convince Otis that you had feelings for him. Cause Cruz could tell you did (not that you were ever shy about it)  and he sure as hell knew Otis felt the exact same way.  

“I don’t think Otis is gonna believe that until you’re standing in front of his face telling him that. And even then…doubtful. I think Herrmann might be right.” Cruz admitted, bringing himself back to the present. 

“Me too.” You sat there for a moment, the sound of the bells going off catching both of your attentions. “Do you still have that drone?” You asked as you got to your feet, following Cruz out of the locker room.  

“Yeah why?”  

“I think I have an idea.”  

- 

Once you were back at the firehouse, jacket hung up and the soot from the last call wiped off your face (who makes a love confession looking like they just rolled around in a fireplace) you got to work. It didn’t take much, truthfully. Mainly because you’d had so little time to actually plan and execute the idea but also because you were more concerned with what you wanted to say and less how you were going to say it.  

Of course, it would’ve gone better if Otis had actually done what the drone requested. You’d taken a crash course in flying the robotic devil from Cruz when you got back to the house, swearing that you would not break it lest Otis never forgive you. It was simple, all it had to do was fly out to the apparatus where Otis was, drop a note for him and then he followed the note, went to the bunk room, and you talked.  

You had played the whole thing out in your head a million times between the locker room and the bunks. Thought of everything you wanted to say to him and what you hoped he would say back. Fingers crossed you managed to get through the entire thing without the bells going off. Or at least most. Or at least any. Because you did all the steps you set out to but Otis never showed. You waited and waited and then the bells rang for ambo and you realized you’d been standing around in the bunk room like a moron for half an hour.  

“This is fucking stupid.” You muttered, giving up your perfectly planned speech about your feelings and stomping into the common area, more annoyed than anything.  

Otis was right there, of course, leaning against the counter and talking to Mouch like nothing had transpired. Like you weren’t waiting for him.  

“Brian Zvonecek, I swear to god I will murder you where you stand!” You snapped, the room going silent as you walked up to him.  

“I-“ 

“Don’t even try it,” you were quick to cut him off, “I have literally been trying to apologize to you for a week, more than that even! Yeah, okay, I slept with Kelly before you even knew me. What kind of asshole just writes off an entire relationship because of something so unbelievably minor.” 

When he opened his mouth to say something you blazed on.  

“I’m not finished. I have been here almost two years and in those two years I have not dated, slept with, flirted with, or even thought about anyone. It was you from the moment I walked in those doors and it’s been you every day since. And I have played a long fucking game waiting for you to get that and since clearly you refuse to acknowledge that I’m literally in love with you, I just-“ you almost felt yourself losing your nerve, unsure where you wanted this speech to end or even where it was headed so you cut yourself off and kissed him. Right there in front of pretty much the entire firehouse.  

Capp’s near deafening cheer caught your attention and you pulled yourself away (literally feeling like you had to pry yourself away from him because holy shit, kissing him was a terrible idea; now you didn’t want to stop).  

When you dared to look, Otis’ face was beet red all the way to his ears. The grip on his mug relaxed, knuckles having gone white when from holding the handle so tightly when you kissed him. He felt like he was floating or like his head had been cleared of any useless information so that all he could focus on was you. You and the way you were glaring at Capp and suddenly Otis felt like he was remembering everyone else was in the room. Mug down, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the common area (the sound of everyone’s catcalls lingering as the door swung shut) and back into the bunk room.  

“This looks familiar,” you teased and he huffed out a laugh, feeling a twinge of guilt for not just doing what the note you’d left on the drone had said.  

“I thought you were gonna tell me, I don’t know, that you still had feelings for Severide. And I mean, I would’ve understood, it’s Severide. But I just, I didn’t wanna hear that.” Otis admitted, taking a seat on the side of his bunk.  

“Brian,” your tone was softer now than it had been in the common area, less upset that he hadn’t shown and more apologetic that he thought showing up would mean being let down. You stepped between his legs, shins hitting the bed frame, and took his face in your hands so he was looking up at you, “I don’t have feelings for Kelly and I never did. It was a stupid hook-up while I was in the academy and it ended before I even got to 66. I didn’t say anything to you about it because I wanted to see where we went. And I didn’t want you to think that this was insincere. I meant what I said out there…I was pissed at you but I meant it…I’m literally so in love with you-“ 

“I know the feeling,” Otis replied turning his head just enough to kiss your palm. You loved Otis when he was soft and when he was anxious and when he was unsure but especially, you loved this piece of him, when he knew how he felt and he wasn’t afraid of saying so. When there was no threat to his heart or his ego and he could just be confident in himself. You saw it often and you relished it every time. “I know the feeling,” he repeated, “cause I love you too. So much.”  

The bells went off and you stepped back as Otis stood up. He pursed his lips, looked ready to say something (or maybe throw something at the sound box on the wall) but instead he grabbed your wrist and leaned forward to kiss you. It was faster and less romantic than you would’ve liked but the fact that there was a fire somewhere in Chicago that you had to get to took precedent to anything else.  

“When we get back,” Otis promised when you got out to the apparatus floor.  

[bullet-prooflove]

From the Writing Prompt Dialogue : "That was... That was very, very charming and a little twisted." With Otis x female reader Tysm for doing this ❣️

Tagging @lovinblueheart99 as she loves Otis and has been a complete doll to me recently!

So this prompt took on an absolute life of it's own! Sorry it ended up a bit grim in places!

“Well, that was very charming if a little twisted.” Otis muttered; hands jammed into the pockets of his navy-blue quilted jacket as the two of you stepped out of the convention centre in a state of shock.

When you’d gotten tickets to the ‘Ultimate Horror Convention’ you hadn’t realised the level of gore that would be on display. You’d thought it was old school, showcases like Hammer House of Horror, not Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hostel, I Spit on Your Grave levels of viscera.

That guy with the axe in his head, you couldn’t get him out of your brain. He reminded you of that scene from last week, the one you’d attended with Burgess when two tweakers had gone at each other. The copper scent had stuck with you for days, clinging to your hair and skin no matter how often you showered. The worst part was when you found him, he’s still been alive, blood bubbling out of his lips as he babbled nonsensically. He hadn’t made it to the hospital. He’d barely made it into the ambulance.

Your chest had constricted as soon as you laid eyes on the guy in the convention. It was too real, too vivid, the handle was a different colour, yellow instead of blue but the rest was accurate, frighteningly so. It was like someone had sucker punched you in the chest. Otis had taken one look at the place, his face turning ashen before the two of you had decided to leave.

The adrenaline was surging through your body when the cool air hit you, it felt like your lungs were in a vice squeezing the oxygen out of them with every single twist. The scarf around your throat felt like it was strangling you. You clawed at it, tugging it away from your throat.

You could taste the copper on your tongue, see the axe protruding from his skull, the bone fragments gleaming through flesh and matted hair. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your ears roaring from the rush of blood.

Otis placed his hand on his chest, exhaling deeply before he turned his attention towards you, his eyes still wide.

“What the hell did we just see?” he asked you, a shaky laugh emitting from his chest.

You were hot, too hot. Even stepping out into the cold air did nothing to sooth your surging temperature. You shrugged out of your jacket, your motions almost violent as you tore it off you.

“Shit, are you ok?” Otis asked you, his palm coming to rest on the space between you shoulder blades as he ducked his head close to yours. “I think your having a panic attack.”

You nodded, your ragged breaths wrenching out of your chest as black spots darted across your vision.

“You’re ok.” He told you, his voice gentle and kind as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you to the outside wall of the building. “Let’s just sit down for a minute.”

Your knees trembled as you slide down the wall alongside of him until you were both sitting on the concrete. Your elbows came to rest upon your knees, your thumb pressing against the pulse point focusing on the steady thrum underneath the delicate vein.

He tilted your chin up with tender fingers so that you were looking into those earnest eyes of his.

“Breathe with me.” He told you, placing his palm on his stomach and gesturing for you to do the same. “In for four, count with me. One, two, three four.”

You followed his instructions. Breathing in for four, then holding for four seconds and then breathing out for six. You lost track of how many times you completed the routine. You focused on those warm eyes and the even tones of his voice. The scent of frankincense and patchouli clung to his skin, it was a floral masculine scent that seemed to sooth over your jagged nerves. You exhaled deeply, the rhythm of your diaphragm normalising.

“You good?” he asked, his hand clasping your shoulder.

His thumb trailed over the line of your collarbone through your plaid shirt, his grip grounding. A strand of unruly dark hair fell across his forehead in delicate wave. You wondered if he knew how handsome he looked in this moment, how every touch sent a spark running through your synapses.

“I feel like an idiot.” You told him, tipping your head back against the wall and lifting your eyes skyward.

“Don’t.” he said simply. “I know a thing or two about panic attacks, you’re not alone in dealing with them.”

He bowed his head as he spoke, his cheeks colouring before he looked away into the distance.

“There was a call out months ago, a mother and baby…” he trailed off before clearing his throat. “Sometimes I can’t get the imagine out of my head, it’s an intrusive memory apparently.”

There was a silence between the two of you. You could see the shame eating away at him, he had revealed too much, fire fighters didn’t panic, they didn’t have PTSD, they did their job, they got on with it. And so did cops, at least that’s what you told yourself when you woke up in the middle night, twisted up in sheets and fighting something that didn’t exist.

“It was the axe guy.” You told him, starring at the fountain ahead of you, watching the way the water rippled as it poured from the spout. “There was a scene last week…”

You clamped your lips shut and shook your head as the memories jetted to the surface once more. Otis’s hand clasped yours, he squeezed lightly.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” He said, his thumb trailing over the curve of your fingers. “Just know that I get it, that I’m here if you want to.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, your head coming to rest upon his shoulder.

“I have to ask though, why on earth you got tickets to a grindhouse horror convention?” he said, jerking his head back towards the building. “It was like a hell mouth in there.”

“Truthfully, I thought it was like a cool retro thing.” You explained. “I thought we’d see some stuff from Phantasm or the Evil Dead. I literally thought the worst thing we saw would be the Necronomicon or Bella Lugosi’s Haunted Mirror.”

“That’s in Vegas.” He said automatically, before shaking his head. “I had no idea you were into old school horror.”

“Big time.” You informed him. “After my dad had his heart bypass, we would literally sit for hours watching the Hammer House of Horror stuff while he recovered. That’s why I thought it would be the perfect first date, something really memorable.”

“Oh, it was memorable.” He smiled before he processed the rest of your words. “This was a date?”

“It was supposed to be.” You told him. “We’ve spent a lot of time together; I thought the two of us had a connection. If I’ve misread that…”

Otis laughed, that wonderful deep sound resounded in your ears as you looked at him quizzically.

“You’re so cool, funny, beautiful…” he trailed off, fumbling for the words.

“But…” you prompted.

“No buts!” he said suddenly. “It’s just I’m always in the friendzone. I didn’t think I had a chance.”

“Brian, you are the kindest, most courageous person I have ever met. No one else stands a chance.” You told him, leaning in close.

He reached for you, his balmy hands cradling your face. His thumb ghosted over the apple of your cheek as he looked into your eyes, those dark eyes burning with an intensity you felt deep down inside.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered against your lips.

It was torrid, filled with a passion and heat that roared through the contours of your body, searing through every single one of our nerves. You wanted him like nobody else before and you knew after one night with him there would be no one else after.

Your hands raked through his hair, grasping his unruly curls as his tongue teased the seam of your mouth, parting your lips before delving deep inside.

Otis was the first to pull away, his lips swollen, his eyes smouldering, and his hair tousled. That need, that desire blazed inside of you as you reached for his hand, grasping it tightly as you spoke.

“Brian, I’m coming home with you tonight.”

[dirtywrestling]

Otis - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

None

One Shot:

Feeling Mutual -💦

[plasmabull]

Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

[ateriblewriter]

Hats Off (a.m)

a/n: this was supposed to be out a long time ago, but enjoy it tonight!

the horn went off again signaling auston's second goal of the evening, putting the maple leafs within one point of the canadiens. minutes later the horn went off again sealing the hat trick and the leafs going into overtime.

you may have cheered a little too loudly, waking up the small child that was snoozing in your arms. otis started crying, confused as to what was going on.

"mama you scured me. why you do dat" otis sniffled wiping tears from his eyes.

"oh baby, i'm sorry." you pulled your child in for a hug. "daddy scored again, a hat trick. see they're throwing hats." you pointed out the people cleaning up the few ball caps that had been thrown on the ice.

"i wan do that too." otis reached for his hat and was about to throw it but you stopped him as the game had restarted.

the leafs ended up winning that game in a shootout. after the game you and otis went to wait for auston. the first thing otis did when he saw his daddy was throw his blue and while maple leafs hat at him.

confused auston picked up the hat and brushed off the imaginary dirt off it and placed it back on otis's head.

"what was that for odie?" auston asked. otis shook his head and buried his face back in your shoulder.

"he really wanted to throw his hat like everyone else." you explained to your husband why the child was throwing things. you tried to get otis to interact more, but he was too tired.

"well thank you bud, it means a lot." auston tickled his son getting him to at least smile.

[demon-lover-669]

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

Slasher: you called and here I am~

Y/n: good boy~

[petricorah]

try a little tenderness 🎵 [id in alt]

[venus-haze]

Pretty Tied Up (Otis Driftwood x Reader)

Summary: Or, the perils of working at Red Hot Pussy Liquors.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. This takes place between House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil’s Rejects. Based on the Guns N' Roses song. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Armed robbery and implied kidnapping. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent and sadism, gags, bondage, groping, and gunplay. Otis is pretty much his own warning. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Having regulars at a liquor store was a double-edged sword. You got to know some customers well enough to like them, but over time you’d notice they looked increasingly worse for wear as they came up to the checkout with their usual purchases. The exception, of course, were the Fireflys, who you always found unsettling, despite Baby’s attempts to seem affable. 

“My brother likes you,” she said one day, leaning against the counter as you rang up three bottles of vodka and two six-packs of beer.

“RJ?” you asked, glancing at her brother standing a few feet behind her.

RJ was always nice enough. Didn’t say much. Tall. Burly. Strong. Ruggedly handsome. You’d be open to going out with him.

She laughed in her usual high-pitch that always toed the line of being spine-chilling. “No silly! I’m talkin’ ‘bout Otis.”

You stared at her blankly. “Who’s Otis?”

“You know, long hair, blue eyes, scruffy ol’ beard. He came in here the other night. You must’ve made one hell of an impression. He won’t shut up about ya.”

Oh yeah. Him. Bought a bottle of whiskey and a stack of hardcore BDSM porno magazines. ‘You ever look at this stuff?’ he’d asked, eyeing you as you put a magazine with a nude, distressed-looking woman suspended by intricate ropes on the cover into a brown paper bag. When you first started working there, you could hardly stomach the sight of the rougher fare. As time went on, you found yourself hesitantly intrigued. ‘Gotta have something to do besides go to church on Sundays,’ you replied, earning a wicked grin from him. 

“That’s nice,” you said.

She snickered. “My brother’s not nice.”

“Is this everything?” you asked, hoping to move the interaction along.

“Hey RJ, you gettin’ anything else?” Baby asked over her shoulder.

He shook his head, approaching to pick up the crate you put the bottles in.

Baby handed you a wad of cash. She almost always overpaid, letting you keep the change, which was most of the reason you humored her antics in the first place. “Thanks darlin’! See ya real soon!” she said, wiggling her eyebrows, keen to something you were yet to be aware of.

Two nights later you were working the store alone. Your coworker Billy didn’t even have the decency to call and let you know he wasn’t coming in–or quit. He just didn’t show up at 9:30 when he was supposed to, and your phone call to his house was met with a busy dial tone. Asshole.

It’d been a slow night anyway, but you would have appreciated the heads up, or at least another body in the place when the front door was kicked open.

“This is a robbery! Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot!”

Despite the bandana covering the bottom half of his face, you knew who it was right away. Long, graying hair and piercing blue eyes that were burned into your memory from his last visit to the liquor store.

You lifted your hands in the air. Your manager had told you on your first day that there was always a possibility of this happening. Better to just let them take whatever cash and booze they wanted and report it to the police once they left. ‘Don’t go playin’ hero. We got insurance.’

“Keep those hands up,” Otis said, slowly approaching the counter. “I’m gonna walk back there, and you’re gonna open the register for me.”

You nodded, eyes glued to him as he slithered around the counter like a snake, gun steadily pointed at you. 

“Go on,” he said.

With a trembling hand, you opened the register, the cash-filled drawer popping open for him. He pressed the gun to your temple, instructing you to put the cash in one of the brown paper bags by your side. You tried not to glance at him too much while you stuffed the paper bag with the money, finally pushing it toward him and sticking your hands up again.

“Alright, now turn around.”

“Wh-What?”

“I ain’t got all night.”

You glanced at the door. No way you could make a run for it, but maybe someone would walk in and be able to do something.

He followed your gaze and let out a cruel scoff. “Ain’t nobody coming through that door who can save you. I’m the closest thing to salvation you’ll ever get. Now turn the fuck around.”

With a shaky breath, you did as you were told, freezing when you felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of your head. His free hand grabbed your ass through your jeans, his strong grip almost painful as he squeezed each cheek. “Wonder how much it’d take to make you bruise?” he mumbled, almost to himself. He squeezed again, harder this time, as if he were trying to dig his fingers into your flesh. “Too much work when I can just cut into ya.”

“Don’t hurt me,” you pleaded, though hearing your own voice, you weren’t quite sure how convinced you were that you didn’t want him to do his worst. Knowing what you did about the Firefly clan, the rumblings around Ruggsville about the strange family–it would be pretty damn bad.

“C’mon now, mama. You led me to believe you liked it rough,” he said, voice gravelly and low as he slipped his hand between your legs from behind, rubbing the rough denim material and your cotton panties against your pussy, the friction hitting your clit in just the right spot for you to let out a shameful moan. Your hand flew to your mouth, the other clenched in a fist as you tried not to give him the reaction he wanted. Didn’t want to prove him right. Show him how curious you were. You didn’t even have it in you to fight back, not when you were on the edge, so achingly close until suddenly you weren’t anymore.

You nearly whined when he pulled his hand away, horrified at yourself, your reaction to his groping you. He grabbed each of your arms, roughly pulling them behind your back and tying your wrists together with something itchy and uncomfortable that dug painfully into your skin as you fruitlessly tried to free yourself from the secure knot he made. What the fuck did he use? Your eyes widened at the carpet burn-like sensation that’d begun to sting your skin. The roll of twine beneath the register. You used to secure some customers’ more sensitive purchases sometimes. 

Fingers and cloth forced their way into your mouth until you were gagged with the bandana Otis had pulled off of his face. He turned you around, looking you over with a slow, satisfactory nod. “I was having trouble getting over this mental block in my art. Started drivin’ me crazy. Y’know, they showed this nature documentary about a group ‘a lions a while back. How they protect and provide for their families, stalk their prey and go in for the kill–do you ever think about how we’re the only species where killing is taboo? For the rest of the animal kingdom, it’s just nature, part of the circle of life. There was a scene where the lion saw a gazelle from way across the savannah, and it was like nothing else existed except for its prey. It couldn’t rest until it tore that damn thing apart. That’s how I felt when I saw you.”

You shook your head frantically, your pleas of mercy muffled by your gag. Fat tears blurred your vision until he morphed into something monstrous, straight out of a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. 

“I ain’t gonna kill ya,” he said, roughly petting your head, “not yet anyway, that’d be a waste when I’ve barely even started.” He gave you a mean grin as he grabbed a hold of your hair by the roots. “I got a lot planned for you. Those magazines gave me a lot of ideas too.”

He lowered the gun, dragging it between your breasts and further down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your jeans. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped them with alarming ease, pulling them down until they fell to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he pressed the barrel of the gun against your cunt, the thin fabric of your panties the only thing stopping him from being able to slide it inside of you. 

Still, the cool metal sent a shiver through you as he rubbed it against your clit, black spots creeping into your peripheral as you hyperventilated through his sadistic experiment. He was hard. That much you knew, but what frightened you, perhaps most of all, was how wet you had become since he tied you up. Your skin still screamed against the rough twine that’d been cutting into your flesh, soon to draw blood as you kept struggling.

Your hips jerked, pressing the gun barrel closer to your pussy that was eager to betray you and clench around it if he just pushed past your panties and shoved it up there. You didn’t want him to do that, not in your right mind. But no one in your situation could be considered in their right mind, could they?

“Don’t fight it,” he encouraged gruffly, blue eyes piercing through you as he watched your knees threaten to give out as you neared orgasm. “Give the devil his due, mama.”

Your hands curled into fists, nails threatening to break through the skin of your palm. Then he did it. Slipped the barrel of the gun past your soaked cotton panties. Your brain short-circuited in a rush of terror and thrill at the sensation. You came, eyelids fluttering shut, a guttural moan tearing from your throat and pushing through your gag. Your limbs felt like ghosts, incorporeal parts of you that could only offer a vague sense of feeling compared to the sensation that overwhelmed your body, pleasure and adrenaline coursing through your veins all the same.

Gun be damned, you collapsed against the checkout counter, unable to support yourself any longer. Your chest heaved, unable to catch your breath with the now saliva-soaked bandana still shoved halfway down your throat. An astounded whine escaped your lips when he brought the gun up to his nose and sniffed. “This is it, mama. This is the devil’s salvation.”

He wasn’t making any damn sense, or your brain was too fuzzy to comprehend what he was saying. All you knew about the devil was from the Bible and that stupid Dr. Satan story people regurgitated like spoiled food. If Otis was the devil, you’d believe it, though.

The sound of a car door slamming shut made your eyes widen, and you glanced over your shoulder, your muffled screams of either help or warning to however was approaching.

“Sorry about this, darlin’. We’ll have a lot more fun later,” he said, hitting you across the face with the gun, sending you to the brink of consciousness. 

The bell on the door faintly jingled, and the last thing you remember seeing was a large, familiar figure walking towards you.

“C’mon and help me get ‘er in the car,” Otis said just as you passed out. "Don't forget the cash."

[kiddbegins]

I Can’t Lose You. - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

Requested: yes

Word count: 810

Warnings: arguing but it ends happy so 🤸🏻✨

A/n: I couldn’t get the linking a gif to work but this is @winchesterszvonecek ‘s gif from this post.. actually i got it (thank you laptop) but bff this is still for you

Masterlist

“I can’t lose you.”

You and Otis didn’t fight a lot. In fact it was super rare and usually not even a fight. Just an argument . The difference being the arguments were always silly. What flavor skittle was the best (the green one.), your favorite Star Wars movie (Revenge of the Sith), which kind of soda was superior (Dr. Pepper.)

But this was a fight. Like actual yelling, crying and all. Your obliviousness was your achilles heel. You weren’t used to, well, people most of the time. Growing up you didn’t have many friends, you didn’t go out places most of college.

The only examples of the social life had been since you started seeing Brian a couple years ago and he basically swallowed you into his friend group who were truthfully always together.

Not that you complained because you loved them but still, everything was new to you. How were you supposed to know the guy that came up to you at the bar was flirting? “Bri, you know I don’t pick up on stuff like that!”

He wanted to believe you, but his own insecurities in himself more than anything picked at his rational, shoving it out the door. “You picked up on it when I was the one doing the flirting. When I was the one passing you drinks ‘on the house’ which you knew meant I was buying for you.”

“Yeah because I liked you! I wanted you to be flirting with me. I didn’t pick up on it, I just gave you my own googly eyes back.” You ran a hand down your face. “Look I’m not arguing with you over this, Brian. Either you believe me or you don’t. Pick.”

Your eyes darted over his, the anger and honestly, the fear, fighting against one another inside of you. You weren’t a liar. And you wanted to yell that at him. Force him to believe you. Because you hated this. All of this. But the other part of you was worried if you pushed him too much he just wouldn’t forgive you at all.

Otis wasn’t like that but truthfully this was also your first real fight. How did you actually know what he was like in them if you never got into one before? “Please believe me.” You couldn’t bear it in yourself to keep up the shield of anger. Not when the one thing you hated most was not being believed.

Instead, your previous emotion was fully replaced with fear. Undoubtful fear. “Please believe me because I can not lose you.” By now there were tears actively sliding down your face. You loved him. God did you love him. Every little molecule that made him had you swooning, always.

He had your attention the second you ran into one another at a cafe, literally. Your coffee down the front of his work shirt and everything. One of the most stereotypical meetcutes you could ever have but with how sweet he was when it happened? How could you not agree to hang out more?

Were you meant to turn him down? “You swear you didn’t notice?” Otis asked, his voice softer than before, the anger seeping out when he saw how your face twisted with sadness. You were his soft spot just as much as he was yours.

“I swear, Bri. I love you. Nobody else could even get me to pull my eyes away from you.” Hesitantly you stepped closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “You’re the love of my life, okay? If that guy was flirting, I didn’t realize because I didn’t care enough to. I care about you. Only ever you.”

Your words admittedly brought tears to the man’s eyes, nobody had ever been as sweet and caring as you were with him. Most of the time he was the second, even third choice. Half of him expected you to drop your attention from him to one of the ‘more attractive’ first responders the first night he brought you to Molly’s.

But you didn’t. Your body was glued to the edge of the bar, talking to him for the entire night. You were his before he even knew it. “Alright,” He let out a sigh, pulling you into a big bear hug. “I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to some guy.”

“You won’t lose me. Ever. I’m here for the long run.” You took a pause, “And I’m hoping that you’ll figure that out soon enough and get moving.” Otis pulled away with a look of confusion on his face.

With a soft laugh you lifted your left hand, wiggling the fingers on it. “By the end of the year I’m really hoping this finger won’t be bare anymore.” You teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek, just happy that that crisis was easily averted.

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[winchesterszvonecek]

“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ”  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… whatever you want, right? “

Otis x fem

Loudest Silence - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Why don’t we hang out tonight? Like we used to, you know? Order cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… Whatever you want, right?”

Word Count: 1066

Warnings: female!reader, mentions of trauma

A/N: i feel like this sucks so if it does, sorry!

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It was part of the job description for firefighters to see things that most people were lucky enough to go their whole life without seeing, you knew that when you signed up. You knew you’d more than likely see something that reminded you of your own history, your own trauma and pain. But to see something that was pretty much identical to how your dad died. To see another father lie atop his whole family, shielding them from the flames that so quickly took his life, well it was rough. More rough than anything you’d seen on the job and honestly, you had no idea how you were even going to recover from this.

The second you went home you knew you wouldn’t be leaving the house until your next shift, if you could even manage that as you had no clue how you could even walk back into that firehouse after seeing what you’d seen. You’d managed to stay strong the rest of the day, only had a brief moment where you cried in the shower until the next call but the second you arrived back at your apartment, the weight of the incident came raining down on you like a ton of bricks and it was a rain that you just couldn’t seem to find any shelter from.

It had barely been an hour since you arrived home that you soon heard a knock at your door, a very specific rhythmic knock that made you well aware of who was on the other side without having to look through the peephole. You weren’t surprised that Otis had shown up, he was the only one who knew about your past after all, but you were just surprised at how long it had taken him to do so as you’d expected him to show up immediately after work. Hell, you were surprised he hadn’t been waiting inside your apartment having beat you there from the firehouse.

You knew you couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t shut him out like you’d normally do. He was your boyfriend now, someone you were meant to rely on, someone who was meant to comfort you in moments like this, which is why after the second, rhythmic, knock against your door you forced yourself up and onto your feet before shuffling slowly towards the thin piece of wood that stood between you and the only person you could ever want to see right now.

The fact that you even opened your apartment door came as a surprise to Otis, who had half expected to have to use his halligan to pry it open. He knew better than to badger you when you got like this, but what you’d all seen last shift was rough, especially for you, which is why he couldn’t fathom the idea of you dealing with this alone.

“Can I come in?” Otis asked hesitantly, catching the dark circles beneath your eyes that were even more prominent now that you’d taken off what had remained of your makeup.

You nodded, biting anxiously at the skin on your lip before you stepped back, opening the door more to allow him to step inside before you closed it behind him, quickly locking it so as to not end up with more visitors coming to check on you. You already had all you needed right now so you didn’t want anyone else sticking their nose in where it didn’t belong.

“You okay?” Otis asked softly, standing behind you as you slowly turned to face the room. Your eyes shifted around your living room, becoming glassier with each second of silence that passed and with the way your lip trembled furiously, Otis already knew the answer to his question.

“Not really.” You shook your head, a shaky, hitching breath leaving the back of your throat. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Otis whispered, pulling you into his arms where you immediately broke down, his shirt already stained with tears and he’d only just wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking body. “You’re okay now.”

You clung tightly to him, your chest heaving with each pained sob that left your lips, breaking Otis’s heart the second they reached his ears. He didn’t like seeing you like this, crying so much that he thought you might throw up, but if he had to choose then he’d much rather have you cry like this while he was there to hold you, to comfort you, than to even have to think about you spending a single second by yourself whilst in this condition.

“Why don’t we hang out tonight?” Otis suggested when you’d finally pulled back, your face stained with tears which you tried to frantically wipe away before he took hold of your trembling hands, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “Like we used to, you know? Order cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… Whatever you want?”

“I don’t know if I’d be the best company right now.” You whispered, sniffling softly as you gripped the sleeves of his jacket tightly, afraid that he’d take your words literally and leave you. Just because you didn’t think you’d be much fun to hang out with, didn’t mean you didn’t want him to stay with you.

“You don’t have to be, sweetheart.” Otis said assuringly, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t care what we do. I don’t care if you sit in silence all day and just stare at the wall because I’m staying with you… And I’m not leaving until I know you’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You replied so quietly that it was barely audible, your fingers tightening around the soft material that covered his arms. “I don’t want you to ever leave.”

“Good, because I’m not.” Otis shook his head, pushing a few loose strands of your hair from your face before his hand settled on the side of it. “I’m gonna stay so long that you end up getting sick of having to see my dumb face.”

“Your face isn’t dumb.” You said softly, lifting your own hand to gently brush your thumb down the side of his moustache, feeling the way his cheeks lifted a little as he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s cute… You have the cutest face I’ve ever seen and I could never, ever get sick of seeing it.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Shopping

Media Sex Education

Character Otis Millburn

Couple Otis X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Shopping

I sat at the study table in the moordale library working on my assignment, I felt a tap on my hand so I glanced to the chair beside me where Otis sat on his phone he showed me it as he had open a page with a little bullet vibrator "Noo too small" I told him going back to my work He nods and continued with his searching as he did he gave my cheek a little kiss making me smile a little as I worked until a while later he tapped me again showing me another page this time with a rabbit vibrator "Ehh I don't like it in red thought" "They do it in blue and purple" he says “Still I’m not a fan of rabbits” “It has really good reviews” “Its not the products its just rabbits don’t suit me” I shrug “Me too. I find they never sit right” Lily spoke up from the other side of the table drawing one of her comics with her little tentacle finger expander against her face “Exactly, because they're made it with that curve it's really hard to find ones that sit right” I replied “Hard to clean too” “Yeah i see that” I nodded “I like rabbits.” Ola shrugs from her seat with her laptop “The vibes not the animal” I told her “Ohh. Never had one” “I’d definitely get a hammer before a rabbit” I told her “They any good?” Lilly asks “They fucking rock” Otis spoke up as he scrolled “They do rock” i nodded “Solid recommendation,” Ola nodded “have you seen those like make up brush ones?” “Yeah Expensive though for just a bullet. I can get a custom silicone alien for that” Lily says “Aren’t they super expensive?” I asked “That's because their custom, you get to pick, size, shape, colorus. Really your paying for quality and customization” “That’s fair” I nodded “Wish you could pick from a set of choices that detailed with real ones” Eric pouted from the end of the table deep in his messages “Don’t we all” I giggled “Hey!” Otis complained “Kidding” I smiled giving him a kiss “I wouldn’t recommend the brushes though seem like a scam” “Yeah I did see like nine Instagram pages selling them” Ola nods “And because the base is just a bullet it's not that powerful” I shrug “How did this become the topic of conversation?” Eric sighed “Cause we’re shopping for our anniversary” Otis smiled “Oooh?” He smirked showing me his phone with a listing for a set of sleeves “Ooohh… buy those,” I told him “In the basket” he smirked

[scary-lasagna]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if it was okay if to request LJ, Bloody Painter, and Hoodie (separately) with a siren reader? Reader, in her human form, is slightly stronger, durable, and faster. However, in their siren form (which happens when they get submerged underwater) they have the typical powers of a siren, but they also have limit consciousness. What I mean by that is that they are a lot more feral in this form, and doesn’t really recognize anyone in that form, but like, around their partners, they’d sort of feel familiar to them, so reader in their siren form won’t attack them or anything. Hope this makes sense!

In my AU sirens can also transform into bird-like creatures! They have power over the sea and the air :] I decided to implement that as well.

Laughing Jack

Jack, as you know, runs an old, worn-down circus.

There are no more acts of beasts, or rare animals from the human realm, but more so of a retirement place for the creatures.

He basically bought you off of the black market, watching the algae float around the the cramped tank they kept you in.

There was no way he'd be able to sleep at night, knowing he could prevent another lonely night for you.

You got a lovely spot next to Snowflake, his prized albino Tiger, which Jack thought was so funny, because of the cat and fish dynamic.

But after research and asking around after taking care of you for a month, he concluded to take you out of the water.

He enjoyed that month of bonding and feeding you, and even reading you stories whenever you seemed bored with any enrichment toys and food he gave you. He wondered if you would even remember him.

But you did, and you thanked him profusely for rescuing you, even if he had no idea how much it cost or energy it took to rehabilitate a siren-like yourself.

And Jack was always willing to learn whatever you told him, even bringing up stories from your culture about how the sea will reach toward the moon in an attempt to reach its lover that flew too high.

And it took am embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that Jack's feathers were fake, simply a silly decoration he enjoyed.

But over time, you two grew close, and now you have a rather large tank full of a small reef and a complete array of fish to keep you happy whenever you decide to dip your toes.

Helen

Oh, Helen is just head over heels for you.

He thinks you're the most beautiful muse he's ever come across, and every time you step foot in the water you two fall in love all over again.

You actually almost killed him the first time you met. Both of you thought you were alone, and quickly realized the presence of the other.

He managed to squeeze you into his painting of the sunset, but before leaving, he gathered seashells into the tide.

You almost bit his arm off, and ended up getting a face full of oil paint. It tasted lovely, as you can imagine, (it tasted like you gulped down an oil spill).

As while busy gagging and attempting to wash your mouth out, and drink the sea water, which would make even the best of sirens sea-sick, Helen took charge and dragged you out of the water to help you.

And you hit it off since, and many of his paints of you have gained quite the popularity.

Brian

Not gonna lie, he thinks you are pretty terrifying.

The first time you went to the beach, Brian expected something like Ariel, or even the mermaids from Pirates of the Caribbean.

He was not expecting your true form in the slightest.

Your jaw unhinged and ripped your cheeks clean in half to reveal not one, but multiple rows of sharp teeth.

And he's seen many things and creatures in his career as a proxy, but a siren had not been one of them. Slender had mentioned staying away from them, especially as humans, you can be lured whenever they decide to be bored of you, and then drag you to the sea floor.

Or maybe they'll grab you up in their talons leading to sculpted human legs and drop you in a vat of bubbling acid.

Whatever the case was, it seemed as if it went into one ear and out with other with Brian, because he fell in love.

But damn, in the water you were hella creepy. And of course, you thought it was a game to scare this familiar stranger shitless since he seemed so keen on staying around you.

He managed to lure you out from the water with a little jar of "siren-bait" from one of the seaside shops. It didn't work as expected, but you really just wanted to see if it contained any edible food.

But he liked pruning your wings and picking off the casing of new feathers whenever they came in, and if he wasn't feeling too tired, he would give you a small massage to your shoulders after holding up your wings for so long.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

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

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

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

bo sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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

otis driftwood

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby firefly

she kinda relates

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

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

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

vincent sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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