Word count: 1,392
Pairing: Ho1000C!Otis x GN!reader[but Otis refers to reader as mama at some points, but no gender or spisific pronouns are ever used or described]
Summary: While doing some grunt work(butchering some bodies cuz mama asked you to do so and you can't say no to that women), Otis who's your relationship with is... complicated, finally decided to make it official, by burning his name into your skin.
Content warning: Otis cuz that stinky fuckers a warning in itself, abuse, murder, mentions and slight descriptions of gore(?), branding of person with a caddle brand, burning, harm of reader, death, corpse's, branded calf/metion of a hurt baby animal, cruelty, swearing,
Author's note: hello, I have found myself within the past two weeks being thrusted into a deep fascination with Rob Zombies FireFly trilogy, and after finally watching 3 from hell last night after re watching Ho1000C maybe over 7 times and DR over 4 times I finally wrote and finished my precious Otis oneshot after inhaling copious amounts of fanficion and still not being satiated.
Otis was always the creative type. He dipped his toes into many mediums, his favorite far being humans, but he dabbled in others as well. One of those being metal work, I mean he and the Fireflies live out in the sticks, Otis has to have developed some conventional skill for it when doing home repairs with his brothers, and well, he has incorporated it into his art, but frankly it was too time consuming to be worth it in the end.
Until now at least. He was out around stalking through the woods, after a week of not leaving the house, looking for some fresh inspo a new victim. He didn't know how far he traveled, till through the brush, he saw some fences keeping in some cows, nothing odd really considering the area they're in, he was about to write it off and take his leave, until something caught his eye.
A calf, couldn't be more then a year old, the white hair on it's hind, stained. Red. Bloody. The flesh was pink, freshly scorched from where the farmer had branded the young livestock.
And there he had it, fresh inspiration, and the answer to his art block. A wicked grin split his face. As he skulked home, he couldn't help but nip at his chapped busted lips in anticipation. He had an idea he was impatient to execute and he knew just who he was gonna test it on...
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It was hot out, AND I MEAN HOT OUT. The Texas summer heat was basically unbearable, the shed you sat in did little to nothing but provide shade, mixed with the manual labor they put you up to, you knew it was gonna be a sweat fest so you threw on some shorts and a baggy T you didn't care about.
And off you were.
To the shed.
Where you now stand.
Infront of a naked girls body....
Now that the Firefly family had their fun with her when she was both alive and otherwise, it was time to gut and skin this bitch, butcher her like a fucking pig. So the family can well, do whatever they want with her remains. I mean, thats all Mama's instructions really were, "butcher her like a pig, just like RJ showed yuh", were her exact words, so what was going to happen to this Jane Doe's butchered remains were unknown to you.
But who were you to say no to that women?
Though, it's not like your weren't used to it by now, you were usually assigned grunt work like this, either you or it was Tiny or RJ, but RJ had a real job he had to attend to, and why would mama make her Tiny work when you could do it instead. The only other person who touches jobs like these is Otis. It's not like he has a aversion to corpse's, on the contrary he has a very distinct infatuation with them.
But you can tell Otis is done playing with this chick's remains by the dried semen between her thighs and her heavily mutilated face.
Sighing, you finally relent, breaking you gaze away from this girl's mangled cadaver, you grabbed the cleaver off the work bench, gazing up around at the strung up women bodies around you, most people would be frightened, but it was something you were used to by now, so much so thats the quiet of the dead was almost comforting, or was at least preferable to the screams, cries, and begging of the living victims.
Finally when you brought you hand up, ready to swing down that meat cleaver with a force to sever the women's head from her vertebrae, you were caught off guard by the sudden unexpected presence of a person right behind you, their chest a mear inch from your back, your ears were filled with the slightly nasally yet raspy voice of a man you know all to well, "Hey mama..."
Startled, your swing weakend and you missed, the bottom edge of the cleavers blade slices through the side of the corpses neck, "fucking hell...", you grunted as blood splattered onto your hand and onto the bench.
You shifted your gaze over to the dirty man behind you. "Who you talking to, me or Ms. Rigor mortis here..." you said gesturing to the corpse laying before you. You could glimpse the eye role from behind you, "I'm talk'n to you bitch..." he grumpily grunted.
But before you could open you mouth to question him as to what the hell he was doing, he beat you to the punch, "listen up sugar I need yer help with something, I've got a new vision for my art and I need a candidate for a test run..." his hand traveled to the hem of your shorts above your ass, you didn't think anything of it, cuz unsolicited touching was the only form of non violent physical affection Otis knew of. You glanced at the body you were supposed to be breaking down, assuming he was looking for a cadaver considering all those who participate in his art die or are already dead, and you'd like to avoid the thought that you'd take any part in it because of that fact, "I mean theres plenty of candidates, as you put, inside the house, I don't understand why you came outside to get a body from out he-"
Before you could finish your sentence you felt Otis grasp the hem of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear, exposing your ass to the thick mid day Texas air. And before knew it you felt the air around your ass suddenly heat up before something scorching hot press into your ass cheek.
Involuntarily you let out a screech, you tried to jerk away but Otis kept you pinned to the bench with his surprisingly strong body, his hips pressed into your other ass cheek as his free hand wrapped around your waist. He held you still while you struggled, and you could feel his grin grow as tears flowed out of your bulging eyes, then it started.
"One... two...."
In a almost sultry voice he rasped out numbers.
"Three... four.... five....."
Your struggle slowed but your whimpers continued.
"Six... seven...... eight...... nine......"
You could hear him slow down his counting, purposefully drawing out your suffering. Bastard.
"Ten..."
And suddenly the burning object was pulled away from your hind, and the sound of metal hitting the ground filled the air, yet the pain did nothing to subside. You could feel him pull away, relinquishing his hold, but he still had you entraped.
"You did a great job, now everyone will know your my whore.." even his praise was crude, and his tone was condescending but the way his calloused fingers brushed the freshly inflicted wound was almost tender, caressing it in a way that was almost reverent, or well, it would be if you could ignore that he was the one who inflicted it.
You had long since abandoned the cleaver, opting to brace yourself on the work bench, white knuckling the splintering wood. "What the fuck.. was that for..." you turned to look at him with a burning face and teary eyes.
He just leered his sleazy crooked smile, "I told ya, you fuckin' deaf mama? I've decided I'm gonna keep you, officially..."
The audacity of this man was palpable, and all you could do was gawk at him. He clicked his tongue and pulled his gentle touch away, the only thing soothing the painful burn, and replaced it was a sharp slap on the ass. "Now get back to fuckin' work.." He snapped, turning round and picking up the implement of your pain off the dirt and walked away, out of the shed, and leaving you in quivering distress.
Abandoning you to not only pull your pants back up but pull yourself together, and sooth an anguish he created.
Carefully when you heard his footsteps disappear, you reach around to feel whatever the hell he just burned into your skin.
Tracing it out with the tip of your middle finger.
Repeating the letters out loud.
"O.."
"B..."
"D...."
It took you a minute to recognize it but it came to you eventually.
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A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry
- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.
- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.
- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.
- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.
- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.
- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!
- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.
- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.
- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.
A/N: this is my first otis smut in a while so yk be nice
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Mouch’s wedding had taken a rather strange turn for you, when you suddenly found yourself pressed up against the wall in the cool, steel kitchen of Molly’s bar. You had never expected to leave the main floor at all during the party, with the exception of the bathroom, so it was quite a surprise to see where you had ended up, come time for karaoke.
Your dressed was bunched up around your waist, your breasts spilling over the edge and the tongue of your best friend swirling hot around each of your nipples. He flicked and tugged at those hardened nubs like a damn expert, eliciting sweet whimpers to slip past your lips as you did your best to keep the noise to a minimum, as the last thing you wanted was to be interrupted mere seconds before he was about to ruin you.
In all honesty, you never would have thought about this moment before. For years, Otis had been nothing more than your best friend but now that you were here… with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and your soaked panties already gone and hanging over the edge of his suit pocket like a damn decorative handkerchief, it would take nothing short of a bomb going off in the next room to get to you to stop.
“Fuck, Brian,” You gasped, feeling his teeth clench even harder around your nipple at the sultry tone in which you said his name. You rocked your hips as best you could in order to relieve a little of the pressure deep in your stomach, feeling his rock hard erection brush over you in a way that had your eyelids fluttering and your body quivering against the tiles behind you. “Fuck… Please…”
“Please what, sweetheart?” Otis murmured, a smug smile forming against your skin as he began to pepper your breasts with light, feathery kisses. He never would have thought you’d be like this… All shameless and desperate. “Tell me what you want from me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” You said without hesitation, a moan slipping from your lips when he ground his hips against you. God… You could already tell that he was about to push you to your limit and you weren’t actually sure you were fully ready to meet it. Until he did it again. His still clothed cock dragged down your clit like the perfect stroke of paint on a canvas, and as a soft moan left your lips you couldn’t help but think… Fuck those limits. You needed him. Now. Like you needed air to breathe you needed him inside you and at that point, you weren’t at all shy about letting him know. “Please…. Please, I can’t take it anymore. Just fuck me already.”
“Well, alright then,” Otis said casually, as if you’d done nothing more than ask him to help you move some furniture, and if you could frown at him… You would have. He then hiked you up higher against the wall, one arm slipping under your ass to keep you in place as he popped open the button of his pants and pushed them down just far enough to free himself. He was already dripping from the tip, just from hearing you beg him to fuck you and given the gentleman he liked to think he was… who would he be if he denied you of it? “Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I could fuck you.”
Giving you no further warning, Otis then bottomed out far quicker than you had prepared yourself for. One smooth, clean motion and he was far deeper inside you than any man had ever managed to reach before. Your eyes fell shut. Your breath caught in your chest and when he drew himself out, with such painstaking slowness, you could feel every inch of him in great detail. And to all your horny delight, there was a surprising number of those inches. He carried on until nothing but the tip of his cock remained inside you, a grin curling at his lips as he lingered there teasingly, pushing in another half-inch before drawing himself back out again.
Out of pure, heated desperation you tightened your legs around him, rocking your hips in hopes of drawing him fully back in before you spontaneously combusted from the ever growing pressure deep inside you. But it didn’t work. He kept teasing you… Milking pained whimpers from your lips and so you gladly fought back at him. Fire with fire, as the saying goes. You slid your fingers through the soft curls of his hair and tugged him closer, biting at his earlobe and running your tongue delicately across the grooves of his ear before whispering softly,
“Is that all you’ve got for me, baby?” Your hand dropped between your legs and you ran your knuckle lightly up the length of his already glistening cock, his hold on you almost faltering entirety as his face fell into the crook of your neck. You chuckled teasingly, sucking at the softness of his earlobe before starting again, “What’s the matter? Is the big strong firefighter scared? Hm? Is that it? Are you afraid to fuck me good and hard incase you come too quickly in my tight little pussy?”
Your dirty words, as shocking as they truly were given your otherwise innocent personality as a paramedic, flipped on a switch Otis didn’t know he had. He knew he wasn’t scared. He’d last plenty long with you around him before he gave in but just hearing you say that… In that sultry, filthy tone lit a fire deep in his chest which caused him to thrust back into you, good and hard, just like you said, having you cry out at the swift and sudden fullness he inflicted on you. His hand shot up the second that sweet sound met his ears, clasping tightly over your mouth as he once again stilled inside you.
“Shh,” Otis whispered, his gaze locking onto yours as he drew himself back out, watching your eyes roll back into your head with a satisfied smirk on his face. He pushed in once again — at an angle oh so right, that a deep groan rattled up his chest at the delicious tightness of you around him. But he managed to swallow it back, as hard as that was, and he kept moving, “You don’t want anyone to hear me fucking this tight little pussy of yours, now do you?”
Despite hearing the deafening sound of Herrmann butchering the greatest hits and shielding the oblivious crowds next door from the goings on in here, you shook your head and Otis’s lips curled into a pleased smile. He loosened his hand and allowed it to fall from your mouth, leaning in to slip his tongue through your lips, kissing you messily… Sloppily. Keeping you quiet, all while he began to thrust mercilessly into you, never once stopping to tease you again now that you’d truly got him started.
Like a wind up car with a broken brake pad, the man was relentless.
The way he took control. That husky tone that rolled off his tongue. The subtle glimmer of darkness in his eyes. All of it, had you clenching around him already, the slick sounds of his cock as it disappeared inside you like music to your ears as it filled the air around you, overthrowing that of the actual music you could still hear outside the door. He then pulled back from your lips when neither of you could breathe, instead resting his forehead against yours and feeling your hot, ragged breath wash over him with every dulcet moan you tried your best to hold back, a few slipping past your lips — just low enough, to keep him satisfied.
“Shit, Brian… You better - fuck,” You threw your head back, your words cutting off at the softness of his fingertips as they attached to your clit, each thrust of his cock pairing nicely with a slow, sensual drag across that desperate, throbbing nub. “You better cover my mouth again, baby, cause I’m about to come.”
It took everything you had just to get the words out of your heaving chest and without a second thought, Otis’s hand left your clit just long enough to grab your panties from his pocket. He stuffed them tightly into your mouth, taking a second to make sure you weren’t choking on them, before he went right back between your legs again. He picked up his pace, if that were even possible. Every rapid, deep thrust of his thick cock hitting you so perfectly that by the time your orgasm hit, it was like you were floating in space.
His name came out muffled as your head lurched forward, your nails digging into his shoulder and your eyes closing as nothing but stars erupted beneath your eyelids. He carried you through it with great pleasure, the nipping feeling of your nails, even through his suit jacket, adding to the build he felt himself and with one last thrust, he fell still deep inside you. His own head tilted forward, your name mixed amongst an unintelligible babble of Russian swear words as he hit, what he could only describe, as the greatest high he’d ever felt in his life.
“Shit, Brian,” You chuckled breathlessly, lifting your head back up as he slowly slid out of you, a soft wince leaving your lips as your legs fell from around him. And thank God he didn’t move otherwise you’d have ended up on the floor. “That was…”
You didn’t even know what to say, you just threw your head back against the wall, taking as many deep breaths as you could get into your lungs.
“It was,” Otis confirmed, a smile rising on both of your faces as you tilted yourself forward to meet him properly. He leaned in slowly, kissing you with such tenderness as he pulled your dress back up over your breasts, not wanting anyone to come in and see you like this. “But where do we go from here?”
You knew he meant relationship wise, and whilst you were fully ready to have that talk, in your delirious state of mind — Otis had literally fucked you senseless — you simply cocked your head and dragged your lip between your teeth,
Baby: Have you guys seen my powdered donuts?
Otis: *shakes his head*
Capt. Spaulding: Nope, I ain't seen em.
RJ: Well, don't look at me.
Reader: *slowly turns in their chair, their face covered in powder* Are you- Are you looking for POWDERED donuts?
Otis: *starts laughing*
Baby: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Reader: Oh, I have no idea where they are.
Baby: *breaks out laughing*
Summary: After getting drinks with Adam, Otis gets the wrong impression.
Request: Brian accuses her of cheating on him when in reality they’re not even technically official but nevertheless he feels cheated on because he thought they were pretty damn solid regardless, He wants her all to himself but failed to make it clear.
A/N: I cannot tell you how nice it was to get back into writing something and posting on here. I know I've been trying to sporadically but it's been tricky with school and I finally felt like this week I had a little bit of time and just needed to write something.
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Otis was a man on a mission. It wasn't exactly an important mission and it was, more or less, a mission of his own creating due 100% to the fact that he wasn't capable of articulating the sentence "do you want to date me" and Adam Ruzek, of all people, apparently was. The Adam Ruzek thing wasn't a definite, solid, actual thing as far as Otis could tell. It was more a spur of the moment thing if Shay was to be believed because, according to her, you had gone on a date with Adam after he had dropped by 51 with Antonio and, while there, asked you on a date. Because he could actually get the words across without fumbling them or overthinking all the ways that asking you out properly could go terribly wrong.
He knew this was technically all his fault and he knew that you weren't just going to wait around forever while he acted like you were a couple but didn't say that you were a couple. Still, when he saw you in the locker room that morning he felt like someone had driven a knife right through his back. His ears were practically ringing Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" and he really wanted to throttle Adam. You were talking to Joe, laughing at something he said about Leon, and Otis turned right back around and stormed out of the room.
"Brian!" "Otis!" Your voice mingled with Joe as you called after Otis' retreating form, frown etched on your face.
You shut your locker, offering Joe a quick apology before heading off after Otis. Shay had mentioned that he looked upset last night at Molly's when she "unintentionally" mentioned that you and Ruzek were out on a date. You hadn't really wanted Otis to know, or rather you were going to mention it to him yourself, this morning, in case he took it the wrong way.
"Brian!" You followed Otis out of the locker room and into the bunk room, rushing passed him and stopping him with a hand on his chest. "Wait, wait a second."
"I have to go check the truck-" he tried to move but you moved with him, blocking the path.
You moved your hand from his chest to his wrist, dragging him into Matt's empty office and shutting the door. "We need to talk."
"I don't have anything to say," Otis replied, crossing his arms over his chest and looking out Mattt's office window, trying to look serious and not like he was pouting. "If you wanna see other people-"
"I don't wanna see other people Brian, would you let me explain?" You said, cutting him off. "I told Shay not to tell you that I was going out-"
"Knowing or not knowing, being cheated on-"
"I didn't cheat!" You practically shouted, "For the love of god, Brian, just listen to me!"
"I am listening."
"No, you're cutting me off every second and putting words in my mouth. I didn't cheat, I can't cheat. We," you gestured between the two of you, "aren't together. Regardless of that, I wasn't on a date with Adam...I'm friends with Kim and he wanted to talk. They're still trying to work things out."
"Oh," he deflated slightly, all the anxiety and anger he'd come into 51 with disappating in a matter of seconds.
"That's it? Just oh?"
"Shay said you were out with Adam and I'd seen you talking to him when he was here the other day...I just. When Shay mentioned it I...I don't know. I was just seeing green. I know we aren't but I mean...we-"
"If you want us to be then just say the word Brian," you replied. "I told you before that I had feelings for you, that hasn't changed."
You had told him months ago that you liked him. It was terrible timing because he had just started going out with Severide's sister but you had waited it out and tried to be there for him solely as a friend and co-worker. That relationship had ended months ago though and Otis hadn't made any move to indicate that he was interested in more than friendship with you. There were signs, and you were pretty sure that Otis felt the same way about you he just hadn't said anything that definitely indicated that he wanted the two of you to be anything more than friends.
"I just throught, you went out with Adam-"
"It wasn't a date, we just grabbed drinks-"
"You could've grabbed drinks at Molly's." Otis reasoned.
You groaned, leaning back against Matt's desk, "I feel like I'm talking in circles. I didn't go to Molly's because I didn't want everyone at 51 acting like I was on a date. We went to a bar in Canaryville. I know Adam, we're just friends, he's literally dating a friend of mine."
"We're friends."
"Are we, cause you booked it out of the locker room and accused me of cheating on you but now you're going to say that we're friends? That's it? You get to be upset with me for having drinks with a friend of mine and I tell you that I still have feelings for and I haven't even thought about going out with anyone since before you and Katie broke up and you're going to hit me with 'we're friends'." You asked, voice rising slightly. "I will make this so simple for you Brian, do you like me?"
"Of course-"
"Would you actually date me? Not just hang out on off days cause cause we're friends but be with me, an actual defined relationship where I can introduce you to people as my boyfriend?"
"Yeah, yes," Otis replied quickly, "I wasn't sure how you felt after Katie and I broke up...if you were still interested or just wanted to be friends."
Before you could say anything to him the door to the office opened, Matt standing there looking between the two of you, partially confused and partially amused. He'd heard from Joe that Otis had run out of the locker room and you'd gone after him but he wasn't expecting to see the two of you in his office.
"I hate to interrupt but I have actual woork to do...and I feel like I remember telling you to do truck inventory," Matt said, looking over at you curiously.
"I was just heading over there now." You slipped passed Otis and Matt, the latter taking your place at his desk so he could sit down. Otis was still standing in the office, embarrassed and somewhat stuck on the conversation that had been abruptly interrupted.
"Otis?" Matt asked. When he didn't answer, still staring at the door, Matt called his name again, "Otis."
After another beat Otis seemed to snap into action, apologizing to Matt as he hurried out of the office and through the bunk room. You were in the hallway, headed out to do the truck inventory that Matt had asked you to do that morning, when Otis stopped you. He mirrored your actions from earlier, rushing around in front of you and forcing you to stop walking so you didn't run into im.
"Brian-" You started to say but Otis cut you off, grabbing your upper arms gently and kissing you. It didn't last long enough for you to even really register what was happening before he pulled away, dropping his hands and taking a step back.
"Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't just kiss you without-"
You cut him off this time, grabbing him and kissing him the same way he had done to you. He kissed you back, niether of you aware of the fact that you were standing right in front of the common room and there was an audience of people sitting there staring at the two of you kissing. Or that Joe was handing Shay a twenty.
"I told you they'd get together in the firehouse," She said, smiling as she pocketed the money.
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It was after closing time at Molly’s and you’re getting fucked over the bar by Brian. Your jeans were down by your ankles, your legs kicked apart as his palm skates up along your spine, coming to rest on the nape of your neck. His fingers clutch your shoulder using it for leverage as he pistons into you, his cock dragging over that sweet spot over and over again.
He's already made you cum once, it drips down your inner thighs around his dick, coating him even more with every thrust. He’s rough and relentless, making you feel ever single inch of him as he drives into you chasing those deviant little noises that leave your mouth.
“No one has ever fucked you this good right sunshine?” he bites out through ragged pants. “Just me.”
You knew where this had stemmed from. Your ex had walked into the bar and made a song and dance about how good you looked, he’d paid a little bit too much attention to you, his touches too familiar. Brian let you deal it; he wasn’t usually the jealous type but there was something about his guy that rankled him. You thought it was the audacity of the man, the expectation on his behalf that you would fall back into bed with him so quickly.
You loved this side of him, the domineering need. He was usually gentle in your love making, edging and overstimulating you until you begged, but this was fucking, this was power and raw emotion, and you loved every minute of it.
“Jesus Brian, the things you do to me.” You murmured as that raw heat surged through your veins, pooling between your legs. “You’ve ruined me for any other man, you’re the only one who can fuck me like this, who can give me what I need.”
The sound that left his mouth was ferocious and raw, tearing from him like a god damn filthy sonnet.
“I fucking love you, you know that?” he told you, grasping your hair and pulling you up so you were flush against his body, his fingers driving between your legs and caressing your clit.
Your head tilted back into the crook of his shoulder as your skin tingled and the intensity built up. He knew how to get you there, what he was doing to you with those words. When his teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder you were done for.
The orgasm was powerful and all consuming, an inferno raging up inside of you and setting every since one of your nerve endings ablaze.
You were loud, louder than you’ve ever been and it sent Brian over the edge, spurting into you with eager thrusts. His forehead came to rest on the curve of your shoulder, his lips gently caressing the mark he had left on your skin. You reached back your hand running through his unruly curls.
“I love you too Brian.”
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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5 : (Caramel Apple) Otis Driftwood
Day 5 of Fictober! I don't have much to say that isn't just a repeat of previous days so I hope you all enjoy!
Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, their movie or game. Swearing. There's also no real plot to this one either, just domestic esc stuff.
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"God! That stupid Bitch! This was my favorite goddamn shirt."
"Oh boo hoo, the baby's shirt is ruined." Otis remarks.
"Hey if it wasn't for your shifty fucking tie-up job that chick wouldn't of gotten out."
"Fuck you, That was Baby's tie up job and you know it."
"Yeah sure, blame it on Baby"
You flop down onto the bed next to him. Your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.
"If you're really that fucked up over it, I'm sure mama would fix it for you."
"Careful Otis, I'll think you're turning soft."
"Oh fuck you! I'm trying to help your crybaby ass."
You grin up at him with your back still planted on the bed. He flicks his eyes off whatever he's reading and flick them over your face with a roll of them. He snorts at your grin and shakes his head before tossing the book to the side.
"You love me"
"Fuck you"
"Youuuuuu loveeee meeee" You say dramatically.
"Fuck. you."
You laugh loudly as Otis rolls on top of you. His hands on either side of your head caging you in.
"Softie"
"I should've killed you when you first rolled in"
"Oh please, I'm the life of the party around here"
"This ain't no party"
His brings his hand up to cup your face, moving it from side to side as if inspecting you. It reminded you of what he did when you first showed up. It was only you and your broken down car, for some reason Baby felt inclined to help you instead of luring you back home to be killed and turned into some macabre project and it didn't take long after that for Otis to lay his claim to you.
After that you were easily accepted into the firefly family, just another one of mama's ducklings as if you had been there the entire time.
"You're such a goddamn stick in the mud."
"One of us has to be serious or nothing would ever get fucking done around here."
"Yeah like that girl escaping-"
"Don't"
"You can't make nots for shit."
"You need to learn how to shut your goddamn mouth sometimes."
"I've been running my mouth since I got here and you haven't done anything to me yet."
"The night is still young."
Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. Your bliss is interrupted by mama calling you all down for dinner as you shove Otis off of you.
"Last one there has to sit between Baby and RJ!"
"Hey now that ain't fair!"
Otis calls after you, but by then your already halfway down the stairs. He rolls his eyes and huffs as he gets off the bed to follow you, asking himself the same question he has for years, why didn't he kill you ? but answering it himself as he's also done for years. Maybe you really are the life of the party.
