Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Freddy Krueger x insomniac!reader Pt.3

(Warning! Suggestive!)

You slowly opened up the door, seeing the demon... well rather... man sitting on your basement stairs, in a pool of blood.

"Took you... long enough. Bitch." The raspy voice growled from his chest.
You didn't see his face yet, due to an old taterred hat covering his face. It looked burnt on some places.
You distrustingly extended your hand to him. He grabbed onto it, making a quiet clank.
When you looked at his hand, it... it looked like an old, dirty glove with kitchen knives on it.
Best description you could give at the moment.

He pulled himself up to your eye level, the freezing eyes stabbing into yours imidiately.
It felt like they were looking directly into your brain, knowing all your thoughts. All your fears. All your desires.
And they judged you for them.
But you found yourself liking them. Liking the blue judgement they were throwing at you.
"If you stare at me for a little longer, I'll stab you." He said, sounding displeased as he squeezed your arm with his clawed hand.
You quickly let go, backing up and adverting your gaze.

The demon man glared some more daggers at you before limping over to your kitchen table.

Soon enough he started patching himself up, hissing away any kind of attempted help from you.
It felt like you were not even allowed to look at him.
You kept your safe distance from him. As much as you've scarred each other, you, kept your respect.
He was taller than you. You've found that he was burned all over, having no hair, fingernails or brows. His blood had distasteful color mix of red, green and yellow. Defenetly not healthy.
"What are you" You quietly asked, playing with your hands.
The demon looked at you with those freezing eyes again.

He hummed a little.
"Fred Krueger, former dream demon, at your service" He took his burnt fedora off, bowing down with a slight hiss because of his wound.
You stabbed him in the side, going straight through. Didn't harm anything important but he did loose an unbelivable amount of digusting blood.

"Former? Dream demon?" You questioned, struggling to keep up eye contact.
"Yeah yeah, former. It's a long story 'right? Some bitch pulled me out of my world to yours and I'm fuckin' stuck here" Fred slid his glove back on, playing with the sharp nails a bit.
They looked scary, and you could promise they still had dried blood on them.
They only added to his terrifying form.
"You said you needed help... no?" You carefuly asked, recieving his glare again. You adverted this time.
It really felt like those eyes were burning into your soul.

"Yeah. Yeah you can get me back to my world" He said, turning to you completly.
"How... how exactly?" You asked, carefuly looking up.
Your bloody knife was still nearby, if the monster tried anything more.
"You just gotta fall asleep kid. I need to be... touching... you while you do that. We'll wake up in my world together" Fred looked you up and down when he mentioned touching.
He was always a sleezy bastard, and his brain was kinda... very unpure.
"Touching me? I don't think so demon" You got protective, meaning to keep your dignity together.
"Not like that, you fuckin' pervert... I just need to get a hold of you" Fred growled, trying to put you in the wrong.

"You'll have to find someone else for this. I'm useless to you in this situation" You said, furrowing your eyebrows and looking into the floor.
"I'm an insomniac" You met his eyes, which was quickly rolled around.
"Oooh my sweet hell hole you've got to be kidding me..." Fred covered his face with his gloved hand, obviously being frustrated.
He's stuck here for so long, waiting for anyone to buy the house, and when some bitch finaly does, they turn out to be a non-sleeper.

"No, fuck you, we're doing it eighter way. Whether your bitch self likes it or not" He pointed to you with his sharp claw, his deep, annoyed voice silencing the room.