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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

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slxsherwriter · 4 months

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Pack Expansion

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses, 3 from Hell, Firefly trilogy

Parings: Otis Driftwood x Reader

Word Count: 3, 724

Warnings: Otis Driftwood is his own warning?, cannibalism, kidnapping, death, blood & gore

Series: Monsters in Plain Sight

Author's note: This sort of started off as a joke fic that took a turn into an entirely different direction. Come on now, The Midnight Wolfman? Foxy has been hiding something from the family. Hope everyone enjoys. As always, not beta read so mistakes are mine.

You had long since given up the fight over whether or not the Firefly house was your home. It had been declared for you, long before you had come to the realization. The last to pick up on in fact. Sure, you had accepted the family as your pack. It was hard not to with the increased amount of time you spent around them and at the house. Otis in particular. But to call it a home? Something you hadn't exactly had in years.

When Otis had officially laid claim on you, there was no chance to deny it. Your wolf recognized its alpha and accepted the claim. No fight, no hesitation. Well, maybe a little fight. Neither of you would have enjoyed it if you had just rolled over immediately.

So, you had given up the fields that you had called your own for the better part of two years and moved into the house. Chaos tended to reign more often than not. But there was rarely a shortage of prey or something to keep you entertained. Not simply from Otis either. The entire family fell into that category. On occasion though, things shifted from the enjoyable chaos that dominated life into something else.

The lazy, relaxed atmosphere of the home permeated through everything it seemed. All but impossible to ignore. Lounged on the couch, you were taking up all the space, stretched and relaxed. The worn in material was soft and comfortable, molded to your body perfectly. Baby was settled in the chair, legs thrown over the arm of it, playing with her hair. For once, she was quiet. The normally talkative woman had found an ease just sharing space with you and with the atmosphere, it wasn't necessary to talk. It was a challenge not to let the content rumble come from you. After being alone for so long, yes it was an adjustment but the pack abjm that you ultimately were was thrilled with the fact that you had found a proper place.

Movement from upstairs indicated that Otis was finally breaking away from whatever project that he was working on and had been toiling away with for hours on end. When he got inspired, there was nothing that could stop him. A habit that you were happy to let him indulge in since most of the time, it gave you the opportunity to slip from the house for a run, a patrol, or a hunt. Whatever you fancied at the time.

“Ya wanna go out tonight?” Baby's voice broke you out of your indulgent haze, causing you to glance from the TV to her. She hadn't shifted her gaze, still playing with her hair absently, chewing away at a piece of gum. “Just me and you. Ya know, a real girls night. We'll hit up the bar, get shitfaced, see if we can find any fun for the night. Come on, Bunny. We've been cooped up for too long.” Finally, her eyes unglued themselves from the TV. Admittedly, the idea was a bit enticing. Even if you couldn't get shitfaced with her. It brought about the possibility of getting a proper snack.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” The sound that came from her couldn't be classified as anything other than a squeal of excitement. It was amusing, like a pup discovering their tail for the first time. She was more aware and smarter than most gave her credit for but Baby might have been the most unhinged of the pack. She had been raised in this, brought up to know no other thing. At least from your understanding. So, it made sense. “Would be good to get a stretch and see if we can't find something to sink my teeth into.” Playfully, you snapped your jaw, human teeth clashing together, which just made her laugh harder.

Steps thudding down the stairs brought the both of you out of the moment. Too light to be Tiny or Rufus. Meaning there was only one culprit.

“The fuck are you two going on about?” Otis appeared around the corner, eyeing the both of you suspiciously. Though, with the trouble that Baby could cause, he could hardly be blamed. Before you could answer, Baby cut you off.

“Bunny and I are gonna go out tonight!” Bouncing now in her seat, her entire body was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Oh, is that so?” Red rimmed blue eyes turned to you, brow raised. As if challenging the statement that his sister had made. A shrug of your shoulders was the response, though you accompanied it with a smile.

“Yeah. What's the harm in having a little bit of fun? Besides, it's not like the freezers haven't been a little lacking lately anyway.” That might have been the wrong thing to say because the shift in his demeanor and expression was abrupt and vicious. You had to backtrack a little bit, since the words had been taken as an insult to his ability to provide. “It's the time of year, lack of people moving through, I know. Don't see nearly as many when I'm out on a run. Ain't a lack of trying. But maybe, we can pull a few guys that won't be missed, at least right away.” Baby always grabbed attention wherever she went. Which meant that it shouldn't be difficult to snag the attention of some asshole with a wandering eye.

Otis seemed to think it over for a few moments before letting out a small grunt. An agreement to the statement.

“Bring me back something to play with then.” That was about as much acceptance as you would get. Nothing else was said as the man wandered off to the kitchen, leaving a silence in his wake. The sound of the TV hadn't reached your consciousness, eyes lingering on the spot where he had disappeared. That was until a pillow smacked you right upside the head. The attack was accompanied with giggles.

“Hey! You said we were going out. No thoughts of following after him for a fuck.” Yeah, well, that couldn't exactly be denied. If that sort of game was started, the two of you wouldn't end up leaving wherever you were at for a few hours. Which, in turn, would end up ruining Baby's night.

“We are still going out, don't get your panties in a twist.” The crouch protested movement, creaking and shifting with your movement. Legs swung over the edge, you sat up and stretched out. “I'll go find RJ, see if we can take the truck.”

“You're the best!” You had barely abandoned the couch before the blonde was taking the now empty spot. She passed along a wink before turning her attention back to whatever horror movie was playing on the television.

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The bar had been utterly packed, bodies from wall to wall. You hadn't thought that there were even this many people in Ruggsville. Music had pumped through the speakers, leaving it impossible to talk to anyone without shouting. The stench of sweat and arousal permeated the air, laying heavy enough that surely even humans could pick up on the scents.

It was fertile hunting grounds. Quite literally when it came to the two of you. Baby had enjoyed the attention, moving from person to person, trying to find the right one to bring back home. If she wasn’t about to go off to have a little fun before dragging someone off into the night.

You had a few drinks, barely feeling a buzz, and had been a little more particular about who was grabbing your attention. A few choices had appeared good. Otis's words echoed in the back of your head. He wanted a plaything, though he didn't specify for how long he wanted that plaything to last. Something that did go into consideration. If you focused solely on that, you would likely miss your chance for your own plaything. Snickering softly with no one to ask why, you shook your head. Would your alpha get jealous? Seemed like he might. Even if it couldn't go both ways.

Jealousy was a pointless endeavor. None of those bodies meant shit to Otis, even if the wolf occasionally liked to grumble about it. That was settled though when you were allowed to chase one or two of them down after they accidentally escaped from the house. Quote on quote.

Eyes finally landed on a couple that was more hidden in the corner of the room. Ah, now there was a promising prospect. The first anyone had piqued your interest the entire night. From there, it had been easy to purchase some drinks, make yourself available for approach, and flirt when the woman came wandering over first. You had them hook, line, and sinker when he wandered over and settled down. The heavy arm first rested against the back of the booth, as if there was any question about where it would end up. Her hand found it's place on your thigh first before his arm slid down.

Baby found your eyes from across the room and you nodded. It would be best for you to get both the bodies tied up and tossed in the back of the truck under a trap so that Baby could bring her guy back without any sort of issue. Less questions from both parties, less chance of someone running off, easier hauling back to the house. And, the benefit was having Baby occupied with the man that she had found.

A little more damage that you would have liked happened to occur with your chosen plaything. The shift had been quick and she had knocked out without struggle as her head met the side of the truck with a satisfying thud. Claws had torn into flesh, leaving jagged and gaping wounds that might just end his life before returning to the house. All caused when he had decided to make a run for it, shouting his head off. That would draw unwanted attention and was simply unacceptable. A slash to his back had him falling before one single curved claw dug into the flesh of his cheek, yanking to tear the flesh. Cries of pain rang out into the night air but no one was around to hear it. Thankfully. Everyone was inside and too focused on enjoying their night. That music that had hurt your ears so much before was now a blessing.

RJ always had some extra rope in the back and dirty rags were a dime a dozen. Stuffing one into his mouth took care of the noise problem. Tying them both up from there took a little bit of time, you weren't used to having to restrain. The hunt was always better when they were able to run and scramble. But, it was managed and the tarp went over them, making it look like there wasn't anything but tools and other necessary things for repair in the back.

Baby had significantly better luck, though she was dealing with one where you had two. The two were intertwined as you drove back to the house, leaving you to focus solely on the roads and making sure that the two bodies remained in the bed of the truck.

She took her prey inside the house, leaving you with yours outside. Shaking your head, you pulled the tarp back and surveyed the mess that had been left behind. It seemed that the woman was just waking while the man was alive, but more in that way of clinging to life out of desperation more than anything. He wouldn't be a good chase. But there was enough there to have a few extras thrown in the freezer with an extra snack or two for you in your wolf form. Otis had just opened the door when your nose twitched. The smell carried on the wind in your direction, giving you enough time to anticipate what was coming.

Back ramrod straight, the quarry in the truck was forgotten about.

“Bunny, are you fucking listening?” You hadn't been. A low growl worked, growing in volume by the second. Nothing moved in the tree line, the cattle remained unperturbed, and the dogs were relaxed along the porch and towards the gate. “Bunny!”

“There's another wolf.”

“Another wolf? The fuck do you mean another wolf?” The potential threat had at least forced him to pay closer attention to your reactions rather than what he had been focused on, moving to grab the gun from his pocket. Not that it would do much besides piss a wolf off but it would give him a chance to get inside the house. Protective instincts rose, overwhelming every sense of self preservation that had been honed over the years.

“There's another wolf on the property. And getting closer. Get inside….” Your eyes snapped in the southern direction, near the gate before a car appeared. A car? Truck to be exact and it looked beat to hell. The person inside made a howl and instead of Otis listening to you, he began laughing. However, the sound died off and the car moved through the gate faster when you shifted and lowered closer to the ground, ready to attack. Otis may have thought that this was all a joke but that scent never lied. Whoever was in that car was a werewolf. Underlying it though was something familiar. Not that your mind allowed htat to process when all that was screaming was protect, attack, defend.

The car came to a stop, the headlights not dying down, focused directly on your prowling form. Otis was moving towards the car, gun no longer drawn. The growl only grew in volume and ferocity, your body inching forward to try and stay ahead of him but there was nothing that was deterring him.

“Holy fucking shit….”

“The fuck you doing here?”

“Oh, I think that the question should be about that.” The man pointed in your general direction, causing you to snap your maw, drool flying. The growl had never stopped, the sound rivaling the rumble of the dying engine in the car. Ears pinned back, the scent was so much stronger now that he was standing in front of you. There was no denying that this man was a werewolf. Had Otis not picked up on the fact that the man was not at all disturbed or worried about the fact that there was a giant beast snarling and gnashing not ten feet from him?

“Bunny, calm the fuck down already. This here is Foxy, he's my brother.” Brother? Why the hell hadn't he been at the house? The entire family, minus Spaulding, was supposed to be here. Huffing, you were still unsure but took a step back and shifted once more.

“Brother or not, he’s a wolf.” Otis was smiling, at more ease than you had seen him in awhile. He was slapping Foxy on the shoulder, still chuckling. Foxy had gone from smiling to watching you, posture a little more tense than before. There was a sharpness to his teeth and a flash of color to his eyes that wasn't natural for a human. Proof that your instinct and that your nose had been correct. Otis could feel the tension, he had to with the placement of his hand against Foxy. His head cocked to the side ever so slightly, eyes jumping between you both.

“I gotta fucking admit. Her nose ain't been wrong before…” Foxy grunted before his shoulders sagged.

“Ah, shit. This ain't how I wanted to tell you.”

“She's right? Fuck me!” Foxy rolled his eyes and shoved Otis off of him. “How long you been hiding this shit? That Midnight Wolfman shit a fucking inside joke?”

“Oh, fuck off. I ain't been hiding shit. Shit happened about four months ago. Didn't know fuck all about what was happening.” A newly turned wolf. Now, that would explain why he hadn't reacted as strongly to your presence as you did to his own. That, or he had been around other wolves and was able to contain it. The thought that he could bring a pack down on the family didn't settle well, flaring that desire to protect all over again. “Still don't really understand shit. Definitely can't do that,” he offered and motioned towards you. Shift on command? That had to be what he was referring to when he spoke.

“You can't control it?” Otis stepped back for a moment, looking at the man, now almost as if he was an actual threat.

“It takes a lot of fucking time,” you offered before Foxy could speak. If he really was a new wolf with no sort of mentorship, the last four months would have been hell. Likely not nourished correctly, injuries that wouldn't heal properly, and suffering through a lot of pain without embracing and understanding the shifts. The same thing young, pureblooded wolves went through. Like it or not, if the man was really family, then that meant he was part of your pack. By extension, you were responsible now for teaching. “Time and work. There's a reason young wolves generally don't master it until their teenage years.” Another huff passed your lips into the night air as your gaze jumped between Otis and Foxy.

Before you could offer any help or guidance, the moans from the bed of the truck broke the silence. Right. There were play things. A thought struck you. An injured animal always worked best when it came to teaching one how to hunt. Less likely to fight back, cause harm, and easier to catch. Build up confidence. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad thing that the man had put up that struggle.

“Ya got something you wanna share?”

“You asked for a plaything.” Pulling the tarp off revealed the two bodies. “She's all yours. Shouldn't be anything more than maybe a lingering concussion. He decided he didn't want to get into the truck so…” You shrugged with the explanation. Otis peered over the edge and took in the prey.

“Not bad, Bunny.” The praise had your spirit lifting a bit. “What do you plan on doing with him? Doesn't look like he is gonna give you a run.”

“No, but….” You glanced towards Foxy and Otis followed your look.

“What a great God damn idea.” Foxy looked confused for a moment, brow raising as you both were assessing the man.

“What?”

“We are going on a hunt.”

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By the time you returned to the house, both you and the newly turned wolf were covered in blood. A rib was settled between your teeth as he was working on a section of the ulna bone. Dragging behind the both of you was the remaining carcass that could be tossed into the freezer. Not as much as you had planned but it was better than nothing at all.

Foxy was most certainly related to the Fireflys. That was no longer doubted. He reminded you of Otis in several ways but didn't have quite the domineering sense behind him. Dangerous and deadly? Yes. Without a doubt. But his personality was a little more calm, his mind a little less focused on the big world. Frighteningly easy to talk to and within an hour of being out in the dark, he was cracking jokes and actually getting a laugh out of you.

It would take a lot more time and effort for him to learn the shift on command but he didn't fight his nature like some who were turned. That alone had him ahead of the game. From your understanding, he planned on laying low at the ranch for some time, given the amount of land and space that was here.

“Not too bad a night for a newbie.” He chuckled, looking down at the bone that was nearly out of marrow from the sounds of it.

“Have to say, you make the shit look easier than it is. But you make it make sense.”

“You'll get there. Like I said, takes time. Probably would have taken you years on your own. I say, we go out nightly, especially over the time when it's closer to the moon, and you'll get there in a few months.” A hummed response was what you got as the both of you trudged up the stairs. Slinging the remains over your shoulder, you motioned for him to head inside. “I'm gonna take care of this before settling in. You got questions, just come find me. Don't need shit getting out of hand while you're in the house.” Instead of questioning it, he nodded and headed inside, still gnawing away on the bone. Like a pup. You could have swore that if he still had his tail, it would be swaying.

Chuckling, you headed down to the basement, moving past Tiny's room with a wave to the giant, before tossing the meat onto the table.

The instinct to protect had come up without thought. Still, the hair on the back of your neck was half on end with the adrenaline that remained coursing through your veins. Threats as a wolf were never taken lightly and over the years, threats were dealt with on your own so it just heightened everything.

“Have to say, you make a pretty damn good guard dog.” The voice rang out, unexpected enough that it actually made you jump. Shit. The chuckle meant that Otis hadn't missed it either. “Aww, did I sneak up on the big bad wolf?” Rolling your eyes since your back was turned to the man, you grunted in response while using a claw to slice up the remaining meat.

His hands found your hips, the length of his frame suddenly pressed against yours. Any growl died in your throat, the sound choked out by the shifting gears within your consciousness. Seemed he wasn't too upset about you stepping across some boundaries. The hand sliding across your abdomen and up to your chest would have been far more demanding and harsh, its placement wholly different. Teeth sunk into sensitive flesh and a different sort of keeling growl took place of any other sound. Maybe the night wasn't entirely a waste after all. And just maybe having another wolf around wasn't such a bad thing. As long as Otis didn't go getting any ideas...

#slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #slasher x you #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #otis driftwood fic #otis b driftwood #foxy coltrane #winslow foxworth coltrane #house of 1000 corpses fic #house of 1000 corpses #3 from hell #tw cannibalism #tw kidnapping

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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is the slasher really hot or do you just not have a good relationship with your father: the fun guessing game

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msookyspooky · 10 months

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I've been on a Rob Zombie kick lately and just realized Otis is 6ft, Baby is 5'10, Foxy is 6'2, RJ was freaking 6'10, Tiny was like 7'6 foot tall, Spaulding is 6'4, the shortest was Mama Firefly at 5'7.

That family is tall as fuck

#house of 1000 corpses #devils rejects #3 from hell #baby firefly #otis driftwood #3 from hell foxy #winslow foxworth coltrane

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obscureblorbofics · 11 months

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Dracula and Chill (NSFW)

Foxy Coltrane x gn!reader

18+ only! Minors be gone!

Summary: reader goes on vacation to Mexico with friends and meets Foxy in a bar.

Warnings: smut, mention of Foxy being a serial killer (does it really need to be said? If you've watched the movie you already know), alcohol

Length: 3.5k words

(For the purpose of the fic, reader is American and AFAB)

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Your phone rings.

"Any chance you'd want to go on vacation with us next month?"

Alexis had been your friend all throughout high school and was trying to set something up with a few friends so you could catch up without the pressures of work or responsibilities. You think for a second before responding back.

"I have some vacation time saved up. Let me know when and where"

"Durango, Mexico. Not the most interesting place but it's cheap and it'll definitely be a nice change of pace for a week. Thinking February 16th to the 23rd. Brooke already said that week is free for her and I'm still waiting for a response from Ryan"

You check your calendar, seeing nothing pre-planned to stop you. You put the call on hold and call your boss to ask about getting that week off. He makes note of it and tells you to have fun.

"Yea I'm free that week. Need to get my passport updated before then but we should be good"

The plane lands, jolting you awake. The drunk bachelorette party a few rows in front of you woops and hollers rowdily. You look to Alexis, who had mentioned a headache a mere 20 minutes into the flight. You offer a sympathetic glance, to which she responds with a smile. You grab both of your carry ons out of the overhead bin, handing her hers and checking on the row behind you that contained the rest of the group. The four of you exit the plane and go through the usual post-flight bathroom breaks.

After everyone is out and accounted for, the group heads to the rental desk and goes through the process of renting a car. After maybe about twenty minutes of driving, you come upon the shabby little hotel Brooke's uncle owned and had left to her cousin upon his death.

Once checked in and settled in your rooms, the four of you leave to get dinner. You find a little restaurant nearby and order food.

Dinner conversation is mostly tame and what you'd expect from the group. Alexis commented on how Brooke's cousin flirted with her when offering the group a discounted rate. Ryan tells the group about scoring his dream job that he'd be starting in April. Brooke showing everyone pictures of her son and talking about how motherhood has treated her.

The next morning the group of you set out sightseeing in the city nearby rather than stay in the small town for the whole time. Once you head back, Ryan has an idea.

"I saw a bar not far from the hotel. We should check it out. Might be interesting" he shrugs and you all agree it's worth trying.

The four of you make your way to the bar and order your drinks. They're out fairly quickly, and you get to exploring the place. There's a few rowdy men throwing knives at a particle board target, some women who seem to be there mainly for the purpose of getting laid and not much else, a few isolated groups of patrons, and the trio at the other end of the bar. They're all roughly middle aged, but the blonde woman with them has the energy level of a teenager. She seems to be the life of the party in the bar.

The two men with her, however.. The older one seemed irritated at the woman's antics, clearly trying to pick up a woman at a table nearby. The other one was attractive to say the least. Tall and lanky, with longish honey brown hair and blue eyes. You'd always had a thing for older men. And he was looking straight at you. His face broke into a smug grin and he winked before bringing his attention back to the other people he was there with.

You take this as a sign to get back to your friends as well. You tune back into the conversation, noting it to be about everyone's college experiences. Not much for you to add. You finish your drink up only to see another slide in front of you once you put the empty one down. You arch an eyebrow in a silent request for explanation. The bartender shrugs and points to the end of the bar. At the man you were just observing. He gestures for you to come over.

You let your friends know you're going to look around some more and 'socialize with the locals' as you so put it, before slipping away and joining the stranger.

As soon as you approach him, he gives you the same shit eating grin as earlier. "Hey sweetheart, come here often?"

You roll your eyes at the cheesy overused line. "First time. Vacation with friends. What about you?"

He shrugs. "Been living in the area 'bout 3 months. Not much to do 'round here" He pauses for a moment. "Oh where are my manners? I'm Foxy."

You offer a weak smile at his introduction. "I'm (Y/N)."

He smirks. "Lovely name for a lovely person. Mind sticking around a while?"

"I don't see why not."

He offers you a chair and you sit down.

The two of you talk for what seems like hours before Brooke approaches you. "We're heading back to the hotel. Here's the spare key to the room whenever you're ready." She drops the key in your hand and you stash it away in your pocket.

Foxy takes a look behind him real quick. You notice the other people he was there with are gone. "Well. It looks like Otis and Baby ditched. How bout you join me and we ditch too?"

You agree and he pays off your tab for you, throwing an arm around you and guiding you out of the bar. After walking down the street for maybe ten minutes you come upon a modest building. The other man from earlier, Otis you presume, is sitting in a lawn chair with a beer. He notices the two of you and waves at Foxy but says nothing.

Foxy holds the door open for you, and swats at your behind as you enter.

You take a look around, checking out your surroundings as you head for the couch. Nothing too out of the ordinary besides the large number of weapons either openly out on display or poorly hidden. To be fair you did hear about some gang activity nearby so it couldn't hurt to be cautious if you live in the area.

He sits down next to you. The two of you talk about backgrounds for a while. You find out the people he was with earlier were his siblings. Otis you had seen on the way in and Baby was out doing who knows what. He mentions being really into classic movies and having amassed a fairly large collection of them. You offer to watch one with him if he didn't mind and he leads you to the bedroom.

The inside of Foxy's bedroom is exactly what you'd expect. Old movie posters on the wall and a large hunting knife on the nightstand accompanied by several empty beer bottles. You sit down on the bed and he puts a VHS tape in the player before sliding into bed next to you. Once the movie starts you notice it's the original Dracula.

About twenty minutes into the movie Foxy wraps his arm around your shoulders and you instinctively lean into him. You don’t take your attention off the movie to look at him, but you hear a low chuckle beside you.

After another half hour or so a hand makes its way to your thigh. You ignore it at first, but then it slides higher and begins to squeeze, so you glance over at the man beside you. Same shit eating grin you’ve come to associate with him.

“Well don’t look at me, babydoll. Pay attention to the movie.”

You cautiously obey, not sure where this would go, but certainly not mad at the development. A minute or so of squeezing and rubbing your thigh later, he goes for your pants button. You turn back around to say something about it, but he quickly stops you, shushing you gently before replying in the same cocky tone that got you into this situation to begin with.

"I said focus on the movie. Don't mind me havin’ a feel."

The second he says that, you feel his hand slip into your underwear. He uses the arm still around you to move you into his lap. His fingers make their way down, checking for evidence that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. He drags his fingers through the wetness he found there, bringing them up to play with your clit. At first he was gentle, barely touching you. Ghosting over where you wanted him most and teasing you experimentally to see what made you gasp and squirm. He figured this out rather quickly, judging by the way you were panting and squirming and trying to close your legs around his hand.

You lay back into his chest and feel him hard and poking into your back. This somehow makes you even wetter. He gets you right to the edge but when you're about to cum, he backs off.

Foxy waits for you to cool down before he begins again, filling this time by placing soft kisses all over your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him better access.

Once he deems it safe to continue without you finishing too soon, he moves a finger down to your entrance. It stays there for a moment, gathering you juices, before he easily slides it all the way in. You gasp and grab onto his thigh next to you. Your legs begin to shut again on their own accord, but he holds them open, making sure you can’t move away. He pumps it in and out experimentally, waiting until you calm down to add a second. His fingers curl up inside you, perfectly hitting your g-spot. When he figures out he found the right spot, he rubs it in soft circular motions. Your eyes flutter closed and he stops.

“Watch the movie. It’s almost over. Wouldn’t want you missin’ the ending, now would we?” Foxy flashes you a toothy grin and you try to focus on the screen.

He starts again, and you’re careful to keep your attention on the movie rather than Foxy. You only really have to hold out another ten minutes before the movie ends and the screen fades to black. As soon as the movie is over, he grabs your throat, squeezing just hard enough to be pleasurable.

He pulls his fingers out of you and cleans them off in his mouth.

“Damn, doll. You taste good. You should have a taste.” and with that, he kisses you. It’s sloppy and dirty, but still soft enough to be enjoyable. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he’s right. It is good.

You get off his lap and stand up to take your clothes off. He watches closely as you expose more and more skin.

Foxy jumps up and joins you, quickly throwing his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. He rips his pants and underwear down his legs and pushes you down on the bed. His hand cracks down on your ass and your hips jolt forward, away from him. He cackles like a madman at your reaction and slaps the other side with just as much force. This time you’re expecting it, and it actually feels good. So naturally, you lean into his touch.

“Dirty little thing, aren’t ya?” You nod, rubbing your thighs together to try to get some friction. “Ya want some more?” You nod again. “Gonna have to ask me nicely.” You whimper out, trying to muster up a singular brain cell to give him a coherent response.

“P-please Foxy. Please give me more.” you stutter out shakily.

“Gladly.” He rapid fire gives you six more slaps before grabbing and squeezing your ass. It stings and you can feel the warmth radiating from your flesh, but you can also feel how soaking wet you are. So can he. You feel the head of his cock slipping through your wetness. You try to push back on it, desperately needing filled up. His grip on your hips stops you in your tracks.

“Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get it soon. I like to have a little fun first.” He takes the next few moments to slowly, torturously tease you with his cock before he finally lines up with your pussy and pushes inside. He lets out a deep pleasured groan directly into your ear. You moan at the feeling of finally being stretched open. It’s been a while, and Foxy is giving you exactly what you need.

“Damn, dollface. You feel so good. Might have to keep you around just for this.” He rolls his hips a few times experimentally, figuring out what you do and don’t like, and which spots to hit to make you writhe beneath him. Just like with his fingers, he finds it quickly and you moan, definitely louder than you should've considering there are other people in the house, but you’re too focused on the pleasure Foxy is giving you to think about anything else. He grabs your hip with one hand, and the other goes down to rub your clit. The room is full of the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass, your wetness squelching around his cock, and the combined noises from both of you and that ambiance is more arousing than you would’ve thought. After a few particularly hard thrusts and his hand that was previously on your hip making its way around your throat, you feel yourself begin to get close. The hand around your throat squeezes enough to make your vision start to blur and it intensifies everything you're feeling in a way you’ve never experienced before.

“Foxy, yes! Don’t stop!” You cry out, feeling your orgasm moments away.

“That’s it. Cum for me, sweetheart”

Your orgasm hits, and it’s blinding. You’re vaguely aware of Foxy groaning beside your ear and a warm feeling spreading inside you. He fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out and rolling to collapse beside you. You crawl back up into the bed and he follows you. Your head makes its way to his chest, sweaty bodies slightly sticking together in a way that would otherwise seem gross, but in your post-coital bliss is endearing. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep in your comfy embrace.

The next morning, you wake up, naked, in an unfamiliar place, using someone’s stomach as a pillow. You look around and remember the events of last night. Finding someone at the bar. Going home with him. Watching Dracula. The sex.

You quickly get dressed and sneak out of the house, walking back to the hotel. You unlock the door to the room you’re sharing with your friends, and they're having breakfast. Brooke glances up to look at you, and laughs.

“Ooh the walk of shame. Assuming things went well with mystery man from the bar last night?”

You nod, looking anywhere but her. “I’m going to go shower.”

That night, the group decides to go back to the same bar, reasoning that they had decently good drinks and were reasonably close to the hotel, so they could get drunk without worrying about having a designated driver.

The group orders their drinks and finds a table. Not long after sitting down, Ryan elbows you in the ribs to get your attention.

“Hey (Y/N), isn’t that your guy from last night?”

You cautiously turn your head to look in the direction he’s gesturing to and see Foxy with his siblings that you briefly met yesterday. Otis and Baby, you think. But of course you weren’t focused on too much other than him.. And that damn movie he wouldn't let you look away from. You nod.

“You should go talk to him” Alexis encourages, quickly catching onto the gist of the conversation.

You shook your head. “Nah. I figured it was more of a one night stand than anything else.” The thought was tempting though. He was cute, great in bed, and from what you knew you got along well with him. But he lived here and you were just on vacation. You had to go back home in four days. Better not to get too attached to people you meet on vacation.

However, across the room, Foxy was debating the same thing. Hook ups were nice and all, but sometimes he got greedy, wanting more than the limited connection allowed by one night of sex. He had explained his dilemma to his siblings. Otis laughed, accusing him of going soft on them, then suggesting he just kidnap you. That wouldn’t work. They had just built a decent life where no one would be looking for them, it wouldn’t be good to ruin that because he wanted pussy.

Baby, however, was a little more sympathetic to his situation and had better advice than kidnapping. She suggested that he just talk to you. To lay the charm on thick the way he was known to. He thought about it for a moment, before concluding she wasn't wrong. It was at least worth a shot. So he got up and started heading for your table

The conversation had moved on from what you did last night to what your former high school classmates were up to now. Ryan’s eyes widened slightly, and you didn’t have time to ask why before a set of hands settled themselves on your shoulders.

“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t even wake me up for a proper goodbye?”

You blushed. Apparently the decision of whether or not to talk to Foxy again had been made for you. Your friends immediately started paying attention to the two of you, deeming this much more entertaining than what they were previously talking about. You, however, didn’t really want to have this conversation with an audience. So you got up, telling Foxy you wanted to go somewhere more private to talk. He agreed, and led you to the bar’s patio area.

The two of you sit down at a table outside and discuss the things that happened last night. How you liked the movie. How you liked what happened during and after. Why you left without waking him. He found a piece of paper and scribbled his phone number down on it, hoping you’d at least stay in contact for the rest of your vacation. You shoved it in your pocket with the key for the hotel room, making a mental note to call him later. Then he drops the line you were hoping to hear, but unsure if you would. He wanted last night to happen again. So did you. So it did. You actually waited for him to wake up before leaving this time and were rewarded with some nice morning sex. That happened two more times before you had to leave.

Once back in the states, you had maintained loose contact with Foxy. Of course a good majority of your phone calls would end in phone sex, but getting to talk to him was always nice, long distance fees be damned. One night, you’re on the phone with him while you make dinner. The news is playing on the TV in the background, and you're only barely paying attention to it. But the one time you do look over to the TV, you drop the phone in shock. Three mugshots are displayed on the TV with the information that there’s been a search for them for several months. One of them being Foxy, and the other two being his siblings that you’ve come to be acquainted with during your visits to their house. You knew they seemed familiar for a reason. You scramble to pick up the phone and put it to your ear to catch Foxy asking if you’re still there and asking what happened.

“You’re.. You’re on TV” you manage to whisper out.

“Aw fuck, babydoll. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out” He then briefly explains what all happened and asks if you’re going to try to turn him in. Your mind however, is somewhere completely different.

“Wait.. your name is actually Winslow?”

“Yeah.. really doesn’t fit me too well, does it?”

“I absolutely get why you go by Foxy now.. No offense, but Winslow is an unmoanable name if I’ve ever heard one.” you chuckle, completely unfazed that you’re talking to a serial killer. To you he’s still Foxy, the guy you met in a bar in Mexico, and got a little too attached to.

“To answer your question, I’m not going to turn you in. This won’t change much. Besides, I always did have a thing for bad boys”

#winslow foxworth coltrane #foxy coltrane x reader #winslow foxworth coltrane x reader #3 from hell #foxy x reader #foxy coltrane smut

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myfairgame · 9 months

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#horror movie #three from hell #rob zombie #otis driftwood #baby firefly #winslow foxworth coltrane

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cenomatic · 11 months

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There’s this meme I was really late to but I eventually got around to it 🫶

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#foxy my beloved I haven’t drawn him in a while #drawing hats and beards just throws me off but I love him!! my number 2 fr!!#my art #fanart #3 from hell foxy #3 from hell #3fh foxy #Winslow foxworth coltrane #rob zombie #slasher

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charleslee-valentine · 23 days

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Otis and Foxy as kids fic. No ships, just an exploration of family dynamics!

#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #foxy coltrane #winslow foxworth coltrane #house of 1000 corpses #3 from hell #ho1kc #ho1000c #3fh #my writing #my fic

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ivy475 · 2 days

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youtube

These two XD

#bill moseley #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood #3 from hell #foxy coltrane #winslow foxworth coltrane #show me your salami motherfucker!#richard brake #Youtube

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plumdreadful · 1 year

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OMG OMG I FORGOT

he goes AWOOO and he HATES DISCO aaaaannnnddddd he always liked CAGNEY BETTER

#3 from hell #winslow foxworth coltrane #slasher fandom #slasher memes #slashers #rob zombie

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lowkeyartdemon · 2 years

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there s like no fanart of foxy, so i m providing

#myart #artist #art #artwork #winslow foxworth coltrane #the midnight wolfman #foxy #winslow foxy coltrane #three from hell #3 from hell #the devils rejects #rob zombie

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

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slxsherwriter · 7 months

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Have a little bit of a ridiculous idea featuring Richard Brake characters (namely William Colcott, Doom-head, and possibly Foxy Coltrane) against an OC. Debating if I should give it a go. It involved reincarnation and potential soulmates. May write a little snippet, and if it's well received, I could expand. Any interest?

#slasher writing #horror writing #richard brake #william colcott #doom-head #doomhead #winslow foxworth coltrane

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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being an honorary member of the firefly family would include...

-otis and baby annoying the fuck out of you. you'd never get a second to yourself if they're around.

-baby's so happy to have company, and she'll treat you just like a sibling! or, probably, nicer than a sibling. you have a very playful relationship but she's never slow to show you how much you really mean to her. you're family, and family is everything to baby.

-mama is super sweet to you, always slipping you an extra treat when she's cooking and putting your food out first. loves when you help her in the kitchen and appreciates that you're the only one besides her that can get the family into order!

-tiny and RJ looking out for you. you're a firefly, so if someone messes with you, they mess with all of you. they don't keep all those weapons for nothing.

-you'll get so many nicknames from all of the family, but notably otis, baby and spaulding. and you'll probably have to use a few aliases during your time with them. depending on how active and complicit you are in their killings, they may get you fake passports, driving licenses and an array of weapons with which to defend yourself.

-you, otis, baby and, later, foxy going on road trips! no matter how much they may grumble (not much, they don't want to irritate you) you can call shotgun. the fireflys are all secretly the most protective of you, you're their soft spot.

-god help any victims that try to poke fun at you or hurt you. they face the full wrath of the firefly family and there will be no hesitation. they'll be dealt with swiftly and painfully and you'll be attended to. family comes first, always.

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Some '3 From Hell' Sibling HC's if you joined the Firefly Family

If they weren't the ones to bring you into the family:

- Otis would be the hardest to warm up to:

Unless you two are a couple or something and or he's the one that brought you into the family; he is gonna tolerate you only. The man has trust issues and contempt for most people and humanity as a whole. You ain't special. In fact, he'll remind you how unspecial you are everyday till you prove otherwise.

- Foxy is gonna be the most chill with you:

Even if one of his siblings brought you into the family; Foxy's just laid back and chill like that. Even if he's a con artist at heart and will manipulate you then watch your reactions for some 'test' to prove your worth in this family...He's still pretty okay with you overall. May not always be the most friendly but he's not hostile like Otis or in your face like Baby. In fact, if you don't annoy him he might even tell Otis 'C'mon Whitey, they ain't that bad. Let 'em stay for fuckin' entertainment purposes if anything.'

- If you're a pretty woman/female presenting; It's 50/50 whether Baby would like you right away or dislike you out of jealousy at first:

Unless she brought you in of course; Baby can be a loose canon on how she treats someone especially someone her brothers brought into the family and ESPECIALLY another pretty girl like her. Because let's face it; our girl is a bit of a pick me at times. She craves attention and won't hesitate to put other women in their place like she did Mary in Ho1000C to remind these women she's better than them and she could take their man in a heartbeat. She whispered to her Daddy Cutter in Devil's Rejects 'what a skank!' while giggling about the sexworker trying to hook up with Otis at Charlie's Ranch. She grew up the only girl in a family that cattered to her because of how angelic and beautiful she was. She can have anyone she wants and is use to all eyes on her. The only positive female interaction we've ever seen is the brunette sexworker at Charlie's Ranch with them dancing together and in the tub later. Then Bela in 3 from Hell that wanted to hook up (And I suppose we see her partying with the other two sexworkers in that psychedelic montage).

So she COULD be elated and look at you as the sister she never had, want you for herself and give some competition to her brother(s), or she could also dislike you getting any attention over her in public especially if you're pretty and girly like she is. If the latter, she'd treat you just as hateful as she does her female victims and make snide remarks until she gets over it or warms up to you.

If you're masc presenting, male or nonbinary or hate to say it but she doesn't view you as pretty (I'd cry) she probably just accepts you're here and trys to warm up to you like Foxy does. Just a bit friendlier than Foxy.

- If you're drastically younger than them they treat you like a kid:

(Under 27/ A decade younger than Baby and 2 decades younger then Otis and Foxy)

• Baby pinches your cheeks and makes 'Aw, you poor innocent child!' remarks with a grin if you don't instantly get a dirty joke.

• Foxy is gesturing to you telling his siblings 'Hey, YN is in here. Watch your language.' just to fuck with you.

• Otis makes jokes at your expense or says shit like 'My God, what are you? Fuckin 12?' but that also means they're all VERY Protective of you as the 'youngest sibling'.

- If they're close enough to make you a member of the family then they are EXTREMELY protective of you:

They all are fine with you having a good time. After all, family motto 'let's get fucked up and do fucked up shit' so unless you're their partner; they're cool with it. Hell, even if you are they're partner I could see them being okay with a possible open relationship. Either one depending on your relationship dynamics...But if someone is making unwanted moves on you and coming on too strong they are glaring them down.

• Foxy has his chin up and a death glare as he towers over whoever is too close and makes a firm remark to back off.

• Otis is straight up going to insult them and threaten them in the meanest way he can.

• Baby is latched onto you the entire night or dragging you along no matter who you are to her partner or just a sibling. She'll threaten some bitch or asshole being mean to you with a huge smile and her knife.

• Foxy has a habit of being the last to enter a room with his shotgun slung over his shoulder so he also puts his hand on your back and guide you inside protectively.

• Otis is the first one to watch your drink and make sure no one gets near it.

• Baby has an arm around you all night long or takes your hand to go places.

• If someone like a bounty hunter of someone like another Aquarius and his gang were to harm you? Oh they ALL are going to go out of their way to make them suffer.

- Foxy urges you to watch Classic Cinema late at night with him whether you want to or not:

Tells you every actor or actress as well as the production. If you know a few vague classics like 'The Man who Laughs' or 'Metropolis' you are his new best friend. He is going to demand to know all your favorites and why you like them.

- Otis demands you know how to properly shoot a gun and throw knives because you're no good to them if you can't defend yourself:

He's actually a very patient teacher and grins at you when you get a bullseye the first time even if he teases you about 'Bout fuckin time, YN! Been out here long enough!'

- Otis gifts you your first weapon

- Baby wants family time the most and thoroughly enjoys your company:

Go on walks, eat food, talk. Regardless, she wants you with her. She was alone for 10 years in prison. Now that she has a family again she ain't letting a single moment go to waste.

- You're getting a nickname:

Whether it's a petname like Vera Ellen has as 'Angel Baby / Baby' or a shortened version of your name like Winslow Foxworth with 'Foxy' or a complete alias from a Groucho Mark's film like 'Otis B. Driftwood'...You WILL be getting a nickname they use exclusively.

- If you're pretty to her and she's fond of you, Baby calls you 'Kitty':

You don't even begin to know how much she actually cares for you or the symbolism with that petname

- If you kill, then however you kill or a character you remind him of is what Otis is calling you

- If you're unwilling to maime/torture they're surprisingly fine with it:

Sure, it does cause tension especially when you first join because they think you're like everyone else and won't fit in but as long as you're willing to kill in self defense they accept you. If you are strictly no killing at all? You're probably a pet for one of them at best because no member of their family isn't a member without being willing to get their hands dirty with murder especially in a life or death situation. But Tiny, Grandpa Hugo, RJ, Mama and Captain Spaulding/Cutter all seemed to let Baby and Otis (And whereever the Fuck Foxy was) take the sadism reigns the most while they just enjoyed the show, killed when they had to or when someone pissed them off. But RJ and Tiny We see only kill cops or when necessary, Cutter definitely kills plentifully but was annoyed with Baby and Otis torturing the girl in the motel in Devil's Rejects and spared the one woman with the boy in the parking lot. We only see Baby and Otis truly torturing victims and enjoying it thoroughly and Foxy getting a kick out of breaking a victim mentally before killing them (We never see him truly torture someone on screen like we did Baby and Otis but his sadism is definitely there).

So you wouldn't be the first family member they had to not get into heavy torture. As long as you stay out of their way, they learn to accept it. It's like a vegetarian in a family of carnivores. As long as you don't damn them for how they live; they accept you.

- Being celebrated if you do something to earn your stripes (Kill a cop, evade a highspeed chase, protect one of them when they rarely need it):

Do they ever hype you up! It feels like a right of passage that you really are family to them in this 'sick sad world' as they view it. Drinking, getting you anything you want, doing whatever you want. Foxy is smiling at you, Otis is giving you credit for once even in the form of a bullying remark and Baby is smacking you and dancing around while cheering you on.

- Foxy secretly being relieved you're there even if he doesn't show it:

He's left out quite a bit because of the bond Otis and Baby have and he's the third wheel. (He gives forgotten middle child vibes I swear) so having a fourth 'sibling' is great to him especially if you both get along because he doesn't feel as left out. If you're a couple that's even better!

If you're Romantic with a member (Or members 👀) of the Firefly Family:

- Foxy is the biggest hopeless romantic followed by Baby then Otis:

• Foxy quoted Quasimodo to woo Bela like it was nothing. He adores old cinema and what are those classic films without romance? He may be one of the toughest, sadistic, egotistical guys you'll ever meet but if you're his he is very romantic towards you; at least in private. (Loyalty as far as not cheating is iffy ngl all 3 of them that's debatable) but out of all of them he is the one to call his partner oetnames. Some might be sexual like 'ass cakes' like he called Bela but there's definitely ones like doll or sweetheart or darlin' or even putting 'my' in front of every petname just to seal the deal (My sweet girl. My darlin. My baby. My boy... Mine.) He's also very aware of how to woo you and secretly craves the praise and attention you give him. He likes to be playful when flirting and doesn't like too sappy of a relationship but in private he's willing to lay it out there how much he cares about you. Don't expect too much PDA though or a date. But a private 'date' in the woods, at a lake, or at home; sure!

• Baby is romantic but not in a sappy way. Her romance with a partner is more teenage romance. Think her surprising you with tiny gifts, teasing you while kissing you, calling you both sweet petnames and mocking juvenile nicknames too. Like, you're both 'her kitty' and 'poopy pants' just because. She loves scarying you or rough housing with you and then being the one to hang all over and comfort you afterwards. She just likes to keep things light hearted and exciting at all times. She loves to tease you and flirt. She's a playful bully in a relationship and wants you flustered. Constantly asks 'Are you flirting with me? Is this a date? Aw, are you blushing? Are you checking me out?' with a smirk no matter what your answer is.

• Otis is the least romantic. His romance is just touch or a straight forward 'I want you'. He's creative, yes, but he's not one to write sonnets or paint you something. If anything, he may gift you some belt he made of snakeskin or a skull of an animal he cleaned up. Something that matches his morbid hobbies so he doesn't feel 'sappy'. Never expect a fancy necklace or roses because you ain't getting them. But a knife or a skull or a necklace with a vial of his blood is very doable. Depending on your gender; He calls you 'Mama' or 'Boy' or 'Babe' and that's about it. Might throw in 'Suga' or 'Honey' here and there. His 'date' is him half joking in a mocking way and it's just hanging out with him while he does something.

- They all 3 crave a playful partner or at least one with a sense of humor:

• Baby NEEDS a playful partner. Period. End of. She has to have a partner that's willing to get into tickle fights and wrestle and have playfights and pull pranks on each other and make fun of her brothers with her and go on crazy adventures together. If you're not playful, she won't even be into you.

• Otis doesn't need it for a relationship to function but it is appreciated. A sense of humor that's a bit dark is a must but playfulness is nice too. He's use to Baby's pestering and playfighting so if anything you playfighting with him just gets him to not be so grumpy and loosen up a bit. If you annoy him too much he can just hold you down and punish you in a very fun way.

• Foxy is a slightly 'less' version of Baby but he really needs a partner that can have fun. He is constantly smiling at Baby's antics in the movie and a partner is no different. He loves you cracking a joke, even a bad one. He loves you poking him or trying to get him to give chase to you. Even if he tries to be serious and tell you 'Goddamn, stop it.' he still has a smirk on his face. If you keep up poking or tickling or smacking him or something he is coming after you to give it right back to you tenfold with a sadistic smirk on his face.

- None of them care about an age gap if you're more than 10 years younger than them:

• Baby still views herself as young (And honestly she still is at 37 even if it's not young young) and will literally fuck someone up if they bring up the fact she's nearing 40 or you both have a 10 year age gap. If they say 'Is that your Mom/Older Sister/Aunt?' she is getting pissy and ready to gut them because they think she looks that old?!

• Otis is the eldest at 59 and doesn't care about societies norms. You can be 30+ years younger than him and he does not care. If someone says something, he's definitely crudely making some remark about how well you fuck him as an adult while wrapping an arm around you. If someone asks 'Is this your Dad?' he is definitely smirking and telling them 'I'm they're Daddy but I ain't they're motherfuckin father.'

• Foxy is somewhere in his late 40's to 50's in between Otis and Baby if I had to guess. He knows he's older than you and like Otis he doesn't care. Hell, sometimes it's a turn on. If someone asks 'Is that your Dad?' he is fucking with them by agreeing he is and then kissing you passionately and then saying something like 'Honey, call your mom and sister and tell them we're gonna be late for dinner. You know how your mother gets when her hubby and youngest are late.' just to smirk at the horrified look on the persons face.

- They're all possessive partners in different ways:

• Otis is the most possessive partner out of his 3 siblings. He is so use to leading the entire Firefly Family (Prime example was him telling Hugo in Ho1000C 'I'll just go around back and take control like I always fuckin do!') so he naturally is both protective and possessive of a person that accepts him enough to be with him. There is no 'breaking up'...EVER. He doesn't bond with many people and he isn't letting you go or letting anyone else interfere. He might even start telling you if an outfit 'makes you look like a hooker' or if you 'were fucking drooling over some asshole' if he's pissed off enough over men looking at you because he can't admit he's the one jealous here but you giving him the okay to kill anyone that flirts with you or convincing him (Firmly. Otis is not going to listen unless you match energy with him) then it would probably solve a lot of his underlying fear you're looking for a way out. But he is still going to keep you close in public to make sure no one gets too handsy in bars. Hate to say it but it might be years before he fully trust you just because in his line of 'work' he can't afford to trust people. He's not going to aimlessly kill every guy that looks at you but if they touch you? Something is happening to them.

• Foxy is about like Otis but not as intense. In fact, he's probably fine with whatever you wear or someone flirting with you as a means to have an excuse to have some intense possessive sex with you later where he makes you repeat you're his. But he's more open about his insecurity than Otis not because of sex or looks but because he genuinely has a hard time understanding why you're in love with a man like him. Especially if you treat him well despite seeing the fucked up shit he's done. He probably asks you all the time 'Babydoll, what the fuck are ya doin' with me?'. Will most definitely give a glare to anyone trying to put their hands on you and shuts that shit down immediately. If they get too pushy he's gonna smolder and wait all night before killing them outside their car when everyone is gone.

• Baby is the least possessive outwardly but she gets jealous the most. You can wear what you want, dance how you want, shit you could even flirt with someone if you want to as long as you're with her. But if the flirting gets too intimate she is killing them. Unlike Foxy who is going to try and keep his cool at first or Otis who has to be pushed a bit too far before planning a kill in public ...Baby is straight up killing them not caring if she gets caught. She is instantly luring whoever touched your ass or tried to kiss you or was flirting with you too much outside where she's going to leave one hell of a mess. Then she's going to smile, kiss you and cheerfully ask 'where to now, honey?' and she's not going to even mention that she killed that person unless you REALLY push her. Because if you ask where that person went? She's dropping the smirk, showing you and letting you know THAT is what happens when someone tries to take what's hers.

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