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slxsherwriter · 1 month

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Waking Up

Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Parings: Luigi Largo x Reader

Word Count: 1,414

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

Series: Genetic Repossession

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

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

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

‘“I'll get the doctor…”

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

“I…”

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

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

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

The door opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right.”

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

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

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

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

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

#slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #reader insert #slasher x you #luigi largo x reader #luigi largo #repo the genetic opera #repo! the genetic opera #bill moseley characters #cross posted on ao3

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hersweetrevenge · 1 year

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#blorbo from my shows #glup shitto #feel free to tag your most underrated or unknown blorbo #daneposting #how dare you suggest such a thing #of course this isnt about dane #(it is)#but its also about every actor for whom i have watched some truly mid content #because they were an extra in it 15 years ago or in it for 15 seconds #rohan campbell #brian van holt #bill moseley #brad dourif #especially brad. the way he is the foundation my writing blog was built on #and for all my random glups who i decided were worthy of main character energy #the things we do for our faves (watch mid media)

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house-of-1000-corpses-fan · 6 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL MOSLEY

#house of 1000 corpses #rob zombie #otis driftwood #firefly family #otis b driftwood #original character #goth #horror #halloween #bill moseley

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dirtychainsawconfessions · 9 days

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related to the previous post, not sexual or suggestive, but I was honestly impressed when I saw that audibly went "damn", impressed chop top, or even the actor himself bill moseley could do that

Like damn dudes strong

I don't write on confessions usually, but, I have to break the news to everyone... Bill Moseley had a stunt double.

I believe that his stunt double was Daniel W. Barringer. (I can find one site that says that he was specifically, but in the credits, the stunt casting just has the generic "stunts" title for all the characters. Like Bob Elmore played stunts for Bubba, and so did Tom Morga, and they're both listed there). In any case, Bill Moseley didn't do all the climbing scenes himself 😅

So it's definitely something that Chop Top did and he is definitely strong AF in the canon of this movie, but it's not something Bill did, specifically.

#✏️#confession #Chop Top Sawyer #Choptop #Bill Moseley #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #tcm #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 #tcm 2 #slashers #I do really really like Chop Top climbing and pulling himself up everywhere. He's got some upper body strength for sure as a character 💪#So if anyone confesses anything else about this - I have the other parts of him pulling himself up the mountain ⛰️#I just wanted to clarify the stunt double stuff because I think it's a fun fact and not everyone realizes they didn't do their own stunts

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thegeneticopera · 8 months

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🫁 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 🫀

(no soundtrack, curated by @otisbdriftwood and @captainspaulding)

Bonus: Our general Repo! playlist

Notes under cut:

these playlists contain no songs from the soundtrack

these are not public collab, if somehow they get linked as such we WILL delete whatever songs you add

the songs added to the solo playlists are a mix of character study + what they themselves would listen to

the general repo playlist has songs that we believe fit as a commentary on the society within the repo universe

pavi's playlist has a lot of influence from what music taste he listed on his myspace

we constantly remove and add new stuff so they're everchanging

luigi's playlist contains songs that reference his canon relationship with mag

#repo! the genetic opera #repo the genetic opera #amber sweet #luigi largo #pavi largo #repo graverobber #character playlist #horror playlists #horror #bill moseley #nivek ogre #Spotify

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 11 months

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Bill Moseley as Chop-Top in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

#Bill Moseley #Chop-Top #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 #1986 #80's #80s #antagonist #fictional character #Robert Sawyer #"Chop-Top #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise #American horror franchise

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captainspaulding · 2 days

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looked in the notes of a smash or pass poll for otis and someone said "Rapist. Pass. What tf is wrong with you guys who are smashing." .........you do realize he's from a movie right.

#hes a rapist !!!!!! hes a fictional character from a rob zombie movie.#this aint a damn poll on smash or pass an actual rapist bro.#its a picture of bill moseley in an albino wig playing a fictional serial killer named after a fucking marx brothers character #get a grip #captain's log

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tiffray · 10 months

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🫁 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 🫀

(no soundtrack, curated by @otisbdriftwood and @captainspaulding)

A bonus general Repo! playlist

notes under cut:

these playlists contain no songs from the soundtrack

the songs added to the solo playlists are a mix of character study + what they themselves would listen to

these are not public collab, if somehow they get linked as such we WILL delete whatever songs you add

the general repo playlist has songs that we believe fit as a commentary on the society within the repo universe

we constantly remove and add new stuff so they're everchanging

pavi's playlist has a lot of influence from what music taste he listed on his myspace

luigi's playlist contains songs that reference his canon relationship with mag

we tried not to use skinny puppy and ohgr as a cop out on the pavi playlist which is why there isn't much of that on his solo playlist

#repo! the genetic opera #r!tgo #pavi largo #luigi largo #repo the genetic opera #character playlists #horror #horror playlist #bill moseley #nivek ogre

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crims0nghozt · 19 days

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ok different from my usual fun posts + ik y'all won't give a fart abt my opinion but i really need to say something that nags at me a lot on here

i was talking to my friend on discord (great way to start this 😭) and we got to the subject of like, calling celebrities/historical figures fine and/or crushing on them. which at first i was like "weird" but when i thought abt it more idrc it's normal to crush on celebrities/historical figures even. but what i started to think about again was that thing that always bothers me when i see things about one of my favorite actors

i'm being vague right now but dw i'll elaborate

basically i'm not talking about how people call celebrities fine and crush on them. idc about that, while i don't exactly do that myself. that's just expected atp. but what i mean is when people actively sexualize and say REALLLYYY LEWD shit about a REAL, BREATHING, ALIVE PERSON who could very well SEE THESE POSTS. it's always irked me when seeing posts about, you probably didn't guess it, billy moseley.

this is gonna cause some irritation in the fandom i think but i seriously get weirded out when i see people sexualizing the guy himself. like, i understand his characters, but i've been seeing some people on here genuinely sexualizing HIM.

uh hey did you guys forget he's MARRIED AND HAS DAUGHTERS?? 😭 that's SUPER FUCKING WEIRD DUDE

like I've seen it way too much and people never say anything about it. you guys are sitting here saying this lewd shit about a real man who could very well see it. while yes, i may not know his boundaries, realistically i don't think he'd appreciate being sexualized by gooners on tumblr/the internet in general while he has a literal wife.

listen, i'll leave this topic alone when i see/hear proof of him saying he doesn't care about being sexualized. until then i think y'all r honestly kinda freaks (not in a good way) for this. like yeah i love bill moseley, he's a good guy and he's a really good actor. but you guys are just taking it too goddamn far in my opinion by saying all this weird stuff about him.

now i know all this isn't new, and people have been saying weird sexual shit about many celebrities and still are, and i'm not saying that stuff is normal either. all of it is still very weird. i'm just only commenting on the stuff I've seen in the fandoms i mainly interact with recently and i've just been seeing way too much of this and while i usually don't comment on it, it just has been bothering me that nobody's said anything about it??

anyway a tldr for ppl like me who hate reading long Tumblr posts: people have been sexualizing bill moseley (himself, not his characters) way too much and i find it weird af

#guys before you jump on me idc if people sexualize his characters because those are characters #but guys cmon now.. 😭 ik he's good looking but it's just really strange to me #i know i'm going to get so much hate if people were to find this but i am genuinely offput by people like this #almost as bad as booktok gooners but that's an entire new can of worms #but i digress #bill moseley

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minteaartss · 23 days

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built from the same dirt

#art #digital art #characterart #character #csp #study #oc art #oc #painting #digital painting #bill moseley #playboy carti #western #rock #rock n roll

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slxsherwriter · 6 months

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Lost Strays

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses / Firefly trilogy

Pairing: Developing Otis x female reader

Word Count: 2,424

Warnings: Kidnapping, blood, violence, Otis being Otis

Author's Note: Part two of the Supernatural Au I have created for Otis and his family. More of an understanding is established between reader and the family.

Freedom. That was what being out here without a pack afforded you. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Not any more. The Firefly family had become a makeshift pack of sorts for you. When you had broken away from your pack years ago, you had sworn off any sort of attachments and a pack. It was far more work and effort than it was worth. Plus, most didn't think the way that you did. But the Fireflys? They may be humans but they were far more creatures like you than anyone you had come across, kindred spirits. A proper pack in a way. Different from traditional ways, of course. You both stuck to your makeshift territories, respecting the drawn lines in a manner of speaking. The longer it went on though, the more those bonds strengthened and the figurative distance closed.

As the weeks went on, you became accustomed to chasing some prey into their domain and having them send one in return. A system that worked well and kept both ends satisfied. A routine of sorts, specific nights set aside to allow it should either of you have prey. A respect and mutual enjoyment of the few that did come through the remote area of Texas. Then again, the family never seemed to have any sort of issue drawing in anyone from town. A benefit more to you than it was to them when it came to the exchange system.

Tonight was not one of those nights. In fact, you had decided that you weren't doing much of anything. A nice soft spot on one of the gentle sloping hills had become your current home. Eyes closed, you simply basked in the rays of the moon and the peace that surrounded. That was until the sounds of dead grass crunching underfoot and desperate panting reaching your ears. Now, that wasn't something to be ignored. It was hard to tell which direction it was coming from at first. Almost an echoing of the sound in the empty space. Curious. Of course, they were easily recognizable sounds. Panic always induced the same sort of reaction in all prey animals.

With it not being a night for them to send someone your way though, you found yourself unsure what to make of it. Had someone managed to escape? That wasn't like Otis and his family. Before you could get to your feet, the sounds grew closer still. All before…

"Please! Help!" Ah, there it was. It seemed that perhaps one had indeed managed to escape the clutches of the homestead. A unique situation, one that you quickly needed to decide on how to handle. Violence could result in some tension between yourself and the family. As much as you longed in that moment to sink your teeth into soft flesh. Plus, there was no telling what they had already done to the body. It had taken two weeks to get the taste of chemicals and drugs off of your tongue. Bringing her back would likely result in more good will. So, bring it back. You just needed to figure out the best way to do that. And there wasn't a lot of time to get that sorted as the steps grew closer and closer. You were quiet, near silent as you moved towards the small tree line that dotted the land.

You needed to know exactly where the prey was coming from, which direction that the frantic movements were heading in. The individual would be disoriented and confused, another disadvantage for them and something so easy to play off of for you. But how?

With no car, there wasn't an option to play pretend that you had stopped because you heard the cries for help. Walking alone in the dead of night didn't create too many trustworthy explanations. Especially on the land that you called home. The best option would be to play pretend victim yourself. In a frantic panic, most lost their sense of direction. A few subtle nudges and you could have the little bunny heading right back to the proverbial wolf's den.

It was difficult to wipe the eager grin from your face. It wasn't often that you had to play victim, much preferring watching the abject horror and confusion as people struggled to figure out how your small frame could wreck so much damage. So, you were a little out of practice. Rolling your shoulders, it took a second to pick up on the direction before you were stumbling through the dry grass and dirt.

"Help!" The call out in return would hopefully grab attention and not make this woman second guess anything. She just needed to get close enough for you to grab her. In the dark, she wouldn't realize that you weren't bloodied or ragged looking until it was far too late. Human eyes were all but pathetic in the dark. Worse so when enough trauma had been sustained. Survival instinct was one thing but oftentimes, all the senses were so dulled that mistakes to capitalize on were abundant. Just as anticipated and hoped for, there was a response called out just moments later.

"Hello?" She was closer than she had been just seconds before. That was it, little lamb. Keep moving closer and closer. God, it was incredibly difficult to restrain yourself. But you could not let your need get the best of you. This kill wasn't yours. "Hey! Where are you?" How stupid could they really get? Sometimes they really made it too easy. The footsteps drew ever closer until you could finally lay eyes on the woman. She looked like she had been through the ringer, clearly running on adrenaline with the injuries that she had sustained. It would be the only explanation that pointed to her movements. A desperation to live. It was almost a shame to bring her back. Almost. The iron scent of her blood hung heavy in the air, the scent practically coating your tongue, testing your self restraint and control.

"Jesus Christ. What happened to you?" You stumbled a bit, knowing she wouldn't be able to clearly make out your lack of injuries just yet. A few more steps and she was playing right into your hand.

"I just escaped. They….they tried to kill me. They are crazy!" Now that she was within reach, you straightened your posture and snatched at her arm, a vice grip that wouldn't escape. Panic flooded her scent, eyes widened and she went to pull away.

"Shame for you that you didn't make it far enough to really escape. Counting your chickens before all the eggs have hatched. Really, you are all the same and it becomes so boring after a while."

"Let me go!" She struggled, thrashing against your hold and a growl erupted from you. Oh, screw this. You weren't in the mood to entertain a struggle if she wasn't going to be your prey. Her horror and desperation only grew as she watched the way that your features morphed and bones shifted. A clawed hand wrapped around her throat, releasing the hold on her arm. Weak human fingers clawed at your wrist, a fight for survival that was built into her very DNA. "Please…let me go. I don't want to die." The words were gasped out, behind the pressure you were applying to her throat. You just needed her to pass out to make bringing her back to the farm easier. And within moments, the struggle was slowing before muscles fell lax, causing you to loosen your grip just enough so you didn't end up killing her. Grunting and huffing, you tossed the body over your shoulder and began to make your way towards the property.

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You had crossed over that imaginary border and were a few minutes from the farmhouse when you heard the cursing. Seemed that they did know that they had a missing plaything.

"She is long fucking gone by this point! Fuck. Just what we fucking need. Now we need to go out there and fucking find her in the dark." Otis. Clearly, he was agitated as all hell. "This is your fucking fault, Baby. I told you to leave her chained up downstairs. You better fucking hope that she hasn't gotten far." You could hear the indignant sound that came from the younger blonde, meaning she did not agree with the statement. You knew that the threat was fairly empty. Otis wouldn't harm family, even if he grandstanded about it.

"No way! It's not my fault that the fucking chain snapped in my room. Besides, RJ was in the living room when she ran through and got to the door."

"She never would have made that far if you left her where she fucking was!" Oh, this was not something that you wanted to get in the middle of but the presentation of the female should calm them both down enough that you could leave without being pulled into the family drama. You made sure to give a rumbling growl, not wanting to get shot. You had made that mistake only once when you had visited their home for the second time.

"For fuck sakes, I have to take care of everything," Otis growled out before turning his attention to you. "The fuck you want, Bunny? We got…" You watched as his eyes zeroed in on the body that you had over your shoulder, causing him to trail off mid sentence. Yeah, more important things to take care of, which happened to be the body over your shoulders.

Getting to the porch, you unceremoniously dropped the body down, a groan coming from her to let them know that she was still alive before even having to ask. Shifting back, you rolled your neck. The resulting pop brought a satisfied sigh from you.

"Caught a stray. You know, it's generally recommended to keep your pet's on short leashes." Baby snickered and Otis rolled his eyes but for once didn't have a snarled comment to bite back with as he leaned down to check over the body. "She's still alive. Didn't do anything but choke her out to make getting her back here easy. Wasn't my kill and frankly, if she continued struggling, I was going to ignore that and rip out her fucking throat." By now, she was coming to, though the blow she took when you dropped her may have helped that process out.

"Baby, take her downstairs and chain her the fuck up properly this time." Baby grumbled about the entire task but for once decided that she wasn't going to back talk Otis. Instead, she grabbed the stray by the hair and yanked the newly conscious woman to her feet.

"You aren't getting away again this time. You really fucked yourself…" Her voice trailed off as the door closed. Otis turned his attention to you now that you were alone, thinking for a moment before deciding to speak.

"Would have been an easy meal," he started off, almost offhandedly. Like he was goading you into something. At this point, you had been around long enough to know better.

"Learned my fucking lesson. Swear, I still taste whatever shit you drugged that last lamb with. Get why you do it, but don't want that shit on my tongue." A disgusted look twisted your features as you recalled the memory, enough so that Otis was outright laughing. Bastard would find amusement in it. You didn't put it past him to send the next lamb over to you loaded upon something. Just for kicks.

"Don't act like such a fucking baby about it, Bunny. Ain't my fucking fault that you got a sensitive palate and can't handle shit." You rolled your eyes. At least the return of his plaything had put the man in a seemingly better mood. "Well, fuck. You're here now. Come on in. Ma made some spare ribs and there are leftovers. Since you didn't get your kill tonight." The invitation no longer came as a surprise. The longer your relationship with the Fireflys lasted, the more it seemed that Otis actually saw you as a part of his pack. Or well, family since he didn't see it as a pack, being human and all. Or maybe he just saw you as a pet. It was hard to tell exactly what went on in his brain. Something that always kept you on your toes. An annoyance with anyone else but acceptable with him.

"She make it with that sweet barbecue this time?" You stepped closer, up onto the porch and leaned against the railing. One time, you had the meal one time, and while you preferred your meat much more raw without too much coating, the cooking that came from the matriarch of the Firefly clan had sold you.

"Do you fucking want them or not?" There was the attitude, though there was the hint of a smile on his face and anger didn't radiate off him like it typically did. Pleased, he seemed pleased with the interaction. Something that once more had the wolf preening, wanting to continue to please the figure that you now saw as alpha. Hardly something admitted aloud, or else the asshole would run with it. And frankly, while the attraction was there and things were coming along, you weren't sure if that was something you wanted to pursue. Besides, the last thing you needed to do was give him any ammunition to use against you.

"Yeah, I do."

"Then get that ass inside already. Christ, didn't fucking know you needed a personal fucking invitation." You chuckled and decided not to push your luck any further than you had the last few minutes. Opening the door, you were barely able to get through the threshold before the contact came, his hand landing a swift smack against your ass. An embolden move that had happened a handful of times before, though it still once again drew a growl out of you, turning your eyes to the man behind you. The entirely too pleased look on his face told you that he had been waiting for the moment. A brow rose, challenging you to say anything about it and the words caught in your throat. For once. Swallowing them down, you opted instead to roll your eyes and move further into the home as he had directed. Not because he had directed it, no. It was on your own volition.

"Asshole." Huffing, it was accepted as another development in your integration into the pack.

#slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #bill moseley #slasher x you #bill moseley characters #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood fic #otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #house of 1000 corpses fic #house of 1000 corpses

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