#slasher requests

Otis Driftwood

You had been stuck in Otis's bedroom since the first day he kidnapped you. Otis has tortured you for weeks now, but it wasn't as bad as what you seen him do to other victims within the house. Besides you were the only victim in his bed now...which is scary by itself. Today was like any other, you woke up chained to an empty bed. Sitting up you rubbed your sleepless eyes and pulled at the doll like dress he forced you to wear. You hated it, it was short and itchy but it was better then being naked all the time. Your head shot towards the door as you heard him barge in carrying a unconscious girl in his arms. You sat up on your knees looking to see who the girl was. "Who is she?" You asked a bit demanding. Otis shot his head up at you. "A new pet.." You widened your eyes and quickly stood up on the bed and shook your head. "No! Get her out of here!" You shouted. Otis chuckled a bit watching you before turning and placing the girl on a chair, tying her up. "Otis get her out of here." You demanded stepping down off the bed. Before you knew it Otis grabbed your throat and forced you back onto the bed. Falling down you caught yourself on your elbows. "Now listen mama, I don't rightly care for your attitude." He stated shaking you a bit. "Maybe I need to remind you about your place here hm?" He asked but seeing that his threats weren't phasing you made him more mad. Otis pulled his bloody knife out from its holster on his hip but before he could do or say anything you grabbed his hair by one of your hands using the other to balance yourself on the bed. Pulling him down quickly you smashing your lips onto his. Otis didn't pull away he chuckled into your kiss as he kissed you back roughly. Before you knew it your dress was being cut off with his bloody knife. Once your dress was off he pushed his knife onto your neck. "Come on mama, lets finish what you started." He stated as he ushered to his belt with his free hand. Quickly nodded you did exactly what he wanted, your fingers undid his belt with ease. Otis was a bit shocked by your eagerness but he wasn't about to stop you anytime soon. But he did know one thing your lips were much sweeter when you kissed him willingly.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent favored you ever since you rode into town. He actually thought you would have wanted his twin brother more than him but when he saw you running into the wax museum trying to hide within his work he felt a sense of happiness he had been searching for. So when he came out of hiding, gently pushing you into a corner of the museum, smiling a bit to himself when you didn't shout out a blood curling scream. "Help me." You stated softly starring at his waxy face. Vincent tilted his head in confusion. Weren't you scared of him? Vincent grabbed your hand and pulled you into another room then through a door and down the wax steps. Pulling you into his workshop. Luckily there wasn't any projects down there at the time. "You make them?" You asked softly as you looked around. Vincent stared at you before walking closer towards you. "T-That man out there is trying to kill me.." You stated as you watched the man. Vincent pointed to himself. Shaking your head you stated. "No, not you. The mechanic, I think his name is.." You stopped trying to think before you knew it you were pushed against the wall. "Hey?" you stated looking at the man. "I'm sorry, thank you for helping me." You stated before kissing the man's waxy cheek. Vincent quickly backed up and stared at you. Starring back you watched him point towards a bed within the corner. Nodding you walked towards the bed and sat down as you watched the man nearly trip up the stairs and slamming the door.

Bo Sinclair

Bo chased you down and jumped on you like he's down countless times to several different victims. The more you squirmed the more he liked it. He flung your small figure over his shoulder and carried you into his shop and down to his little makeshift dungeon. Bo slammed you down into the chair in the center of the room and was surprised when you didn't fight back or tried to get up and run. Regardless Bo still tied you down with duck tape. You breathed deeply trying your best to calm yourself down. Bo quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to stare at him causing you to whimper a bit. Bo smirked a bit as he stared down at your lips. "Look at the way those lips curve." he stated in his deep country accent. Without thought you leaned up and smashed your lips onto his, Bo didn't stop you and didn't push away he simply kissed you back a bit rougher then you were. As you pulled away Bo bit your bottom lip and tugged it a bit before letting go and pulling away. He watched you lay your back down against the chair, once again Bo smirked and chuckled. "Don't you worry darling we'll get there. Just gotta be patient girly." His words made your face heat up turning your glace away from him, he chuckled and stood straight. You eyes wondered you him, watching him grab his keys and head to the door. But before closing said door he glanced up at you with the most lust filled eyes you've ever seen. You knew exactly what was gonna happen once he got back but for once you were excited to see him come back.

The Grabber

Sitting on the mattress you stared at the door. Today was the day you knew it. You knew you had to get out of there. Feeling yourself slipping into what felt like madness. You were so strongly conflicted, you despised your captor but in another light you were weirdly attracted to him. You liked the way his hair framed his masked face, you enjoyed the way his fingers moved and how comforting his presence could be. You picked at the skin on your fingers thinking about how soft his lips were before being interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking and opening. You watched him walk in with a tray of food. The same as always eggs and a soda. "I made you some breakfast." He said like every other day. You nodded and walked over towards him. He looked down at you, watching how your eyes glanced at the stairs behind him. He tilted his head a bit. You could have swore he read your thoughts because as soon as you darted behind him he dropped the tray and grabbed you up. But to his surprise you didn't fight him or scream. He growled and walked towards the mattress but as he tried to throw you down he noticed how you hung onto him. He pried your hands off of him. "Stop! Don't!" You shouted as you fell to the bed but you quickly grabbed his shirt pulling him down a bit just to wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips onto the masked lips. Kissing him you didn't care that it wasn't his actually lips. This was still him and you loved it. The grabber was taken back but he let you kiss the lips of his mask. Once you stopped and pulled away looking at his blueish brown eyes. "Don't leave me." You stated as you hugged him. Albert furrowed his brows but he let you hug him placing a hand on your back.

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He has a hand in a few "sewing" techniques himself, so whether this is something shared with him early on or all the way until after your marriage is well underway, he's smitten by it all the same. Everyone needs a hobby, after all.

Just sitting together, after another night where university work had kept him late, the two of you popping all personal bubbles in a way where you can still work and he decompresses. Sometimes talking, sometimes just finding a good cuddle position to make it work. I like the rowboat position, sitting between his legs and both of you splayed on the couch in pajamas while he reads, a hand around your waist and staying out the way as you work.

The tokens for him, a scarf with your best attempt at a centipede down the middle, gloves with little pillbugs on them since they're easier, etc. ... he only wears them to work, preserving them the best he can/saving them for when it's utterly cold outside, etc.

The one time he's talkative with coworkers is when they ask about the garments, and he loves to simply state with big, thoughtful eyes back down on the scarf/gloves/etc.:"My [wife/husband/spouse] made them, [he's/she's/they're]great with the needle work."

The sewing into the tags is something you start to do one year in secret, maybe for Valentine's Day just to show the care you feel alongside the usual date/gifts/etc. for whenever he sees it next.

You think you did something wrong with the way he comes home maybe months after, holding his jacket out to you with a bright green ASA stitched in the tag. "When did this start, my sweet!?" He's embarrassed, elated, just head over heels at a small detail getting past him for so long, and that is when you start noticing any new piece of clothing with a tag missing its ASA routinely left out after laundry.

You see a balaclava in one of your sewing workbooks, joke to him about making him one in assumption he wouldn't want to look ready to rob a bank during the Winter. He doesn't find it funny, and the next day you find an abundance of black yarn and fabrics in your stockpile, whatever he remembers it needing. If that's what the husband wants, I meannn...

He wears it under the Collector mask during the colder months, the colder jobs even. Some spots in the hotel have to be a little bit cold to preserve what he has going on in there.

You were talked into visiting your family despite travel being hard for you considering you were blind, but you thankfully got your friend Gracie to tag along and help you out, she agreed to be your guide and took this as a sign for a well-needed vacation for you both.

She guided you along and described the sights to you the best she could, pointing out the old buildings or monuments that had been standing since you were a child, remarking on the newer housing, and you remembered them fondly as you recalled some old memories. It was making you grow homesick even while you were here, but you knew the reason why you left in the first place, so you held onto that and pushed it down to enjoy the rest of your visit. 

What you found incredibly humorous was that people still talked about the infamous Valentine's Day massacre and how Harry Warden was the sole survivor of the mining accident. Yes, you found it funny to see people would always need to find someone or something to blame when it was themselves they needed to blame all along It was rumored that he ended up caught eventually and shoved into a facility where he was no longer a threat, but that didn't even stop Harry from somehow escaping the facility he was taken to. They claimed he died in the safety of the institute, but why would they want the word that their number one sought-after killer was gone? 

The little whispers around town still continued and they'd never stop, you figured, but it was quite fun to see what silly stories they made up in this day and age. Mostly still the same thing, and since you were visiting before Valentine's Day, you figured you were safe from any unnecessary silliness that could be caused by the town’s kids. 

Gracie had offered to run and get some food for you both while you said you'd stay behind, so she was gone and it left you to explore the familiar area of your old stomping grounds. You found yourself easily falling back into the rhythm of things and made your way to your old favorite spots around town, and when you got to the docks, you could smell the water as you breathed it in. 

You sat here for what felt like ages and hadn't even thought to leave until you felt the briskness of the chill in the air, plus you figured Gracie would be back at the motel by now and probably freaking out.

So you trekked back the way you came, or so you thought as you tapped your walking stick along the ground. You ran into something solid and you came to a halt, wondering just what you should do. You could dial your friend's number and call her, asking her to help find you, but you'd done this loads of times before on your own, maybe you could prove to yourself that you still had it in you. As you removed your hand from your pants pocket and left your phone where it was, you tapped your stick around and found another path that you had no idea where it led. 

As you continued your journey, you truly weren't familiar with this side of town and you had no idea how you got so turned around. Your phone suddenly began to ring and you fumbled for it in your pocket before you pulled it free and answered. 

"Hello?"

"There you are, where are you? I've been worried sick! Are you okay?" Gracie was yelling on the other end, pure panic in her tone. 

You couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah I'm fine, I got a little turned around, but I'm okay. I'm coming back to the motel, I was near the docks, but I don't know where I'm really at now."

"I can come and find you, I'll ping your location and I'll be there, just try not to wander too far."

You laughed again. "Alright, I'll behave. See you soon." 

You hung up and waited for a good five minutes until you got bored, so you said to yourself you'd only wander around the area, not too far off from where you'd been, and then you began to explore. The way things sounded, you were near a small wooded area filled with birds, so you stood there and listened for a bit before stepping off somewhere else. Your ankle rolled and you tripped over something that your walking stick didn't quite pick up on, your body lurched forward, and you tumbled down a small hill. You weren't hurt, just a little shaken up and even more lost than you were to begin with. 

"Ah damn," you sighed. 

As you got to your feet, you realized your glasses had tumbled from your face, so you knelt back down carefully and tapped the ground for them, not finding them anywhere. 

What you didn't know was that you were being watched by someone, they had seen the entire ordeal and had spotted your glasses on the ground just a few feet away from your wandering hand. The crunch of the leaves beneath the stranger’s feet was masked by the fact you were crawling around on your hands and knees 

Your hand came upon something unfamiliar and you tapped it several times until you realized it was a boot that was connected to a leg. You sprang back and gasped.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that anyone was here!" Your hand was placed on your chest and you tried to control your breathing. "I uh, my name is Y/N, I got a little lost on my way back to my motel… Have you seen my glasses anywhere?"

While you were busy talking, the stranger stared down at you, his breathing heavy from the trek, but he lowered his pick ax and continued to stare. You figured they weren't one to talk much, but you lifted your gaze to them and tried to listen to where they were around you. 

"Uh, you don't talk much, huh?" 

The man grunted in response and you smiled gently. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, maybe you can't talk, who knows. But if you see my glasses anywhere, could you grab them for me?" 

As you looked directly at him, the miner stared down almost dreamily at your eyes and how peculiar they were. It was as if the entire galaxy was taken from the skies and placed gently in your eyes, he'd never seen anything like it. He could have easily stared at them forever, but he knew you'd have to leave him, which was to be expected. 

Your hand touched something and your palm opened, then you felt your glasses drop in your hand along with a gentle feeling of a leather glove.

"Oh, thank you for finding these," you said happily and placed them back on your face. 

"Your eyes," the man's deep, husky voice suddenly said softly, muffled as if something was over his mouth. 

You were taken by surprise and paused as your hands froze. "Wh-what about them?" You asked curiously. You had no idea who this man was or how he found you, but you didn't want to ask just yet. 

"Pretty," was all he said. 

You laughed and looked down, your hands fiddled with your walking stick while your mouth suddenly felt dry. "Thank you, that's very kind of you… My friend Gracie saw them once and she said they looked unique, is that true? I never got to see them, obviously." The little smile you made after speaking only made the stranger feel more interested in you.

"Like stars are in them," he replied shortly. 

Like stars, you couldn't help but find that as unique as Gracie described, and strangely romantic from a stranger you just met. "What's your name?" You wanted to meet his gaze if you could, but kneeling on the cold, crisp leaves beneath you wasn’t so bad.

The man took a sharp breath and wondered what he should do, knowing fully well you were aware of the whispers of Harry Warden, the cannibal monster who snapped, would he ruin this for you completely or would you have no clue? It didn't hurt to test the waters, he wasn't invested completely in you, yet it felt nice that you of all people wouldn't know who he was or about his past. 

You were met with silence again and that's when you sighed with a small grin on your face. "I get it, I'm usually like this with people, too. Uneasy, and untrusting, it's a sign of shared experiences. If I see you again and you're up for sharing, I'd love to know your name." 

It was quiet and then he spoke again. "If I see you again, could I see the stars?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah, you can see the stars." 

You were alerted to the sound of footsteps nearing you and then the man before you began to take off running, his heavy steps receding further and further away until the pair that you heard behind you were the only ones you could hear. You had wished you could continue your talk with the man, you had enjoyed the shared company and how kind he seemed. It was strange with how awkward he’d been but you didn’t mind, it was nice for a change that he didn’t seem uncomfortable by your condition, he seemed more intrigued than anything. 

Gracie found you on the ground and gasped as she ran toward you. “Y/N, what happened!? Did you fall?”

“Yeah, just a little tumble, I’m in one piece though, we’re all good.” You took her hand and pulled yourself to your feet, then you dusted yourself off as a force of habit. “I promise I’m okay.”

Grace slipped her arm through yours and began to guide you through the wooded area, but you had stopped just for a moment and removed your glasses, hoping that your stranger had seen your gesture that was directed for him, hoping he’d understand that you meant to return one day. 

Harry did see this as he hid amongst the trees, watching the girl guide you carefully, wondering just how long it would be until he saw you again. The one person who wouldn’t run from the very sight of him, the one person who seemed genuinely interested despite the small number of words exchanged on Harry’s behalf. He convinced himself he wasn’t invested, yet here he was his hands gripping the wood of the pick ax, thinking of your eyes and all of the beautiful innocence held within them. If it came down to it, he would kill to see you again.

RZ Michael Myers

Piss wouldn't be on Michaels top turn ons; however, if you’re into it then he would reconsider in respects to you. 

You would have to catch him on a VERY good day to do it but, even then, it’ll be incredibly hard to persuade him. 

You’d have to secretly plan it beforehand, consume gallons of water, and then convince his poor, clueless soul to get in bed and have sexy time with you.

Midway through fucking you, you would have to orgasm so incredibly hard that you piss yourself on the sheets as he is still inside of you.

Michael will be very shocked and pause before finding himself more turned on than he imagined. (He will punish you a bit later for dragging him into your kink unknowingly.)

You have opened a new world to him and he is now more willing to explore your piss kink with you.

Michael would not appreciate having you piss on him or him having to piss on you, but he would not mind it if it happened on the sheets. 

Michael will be considerate enough to help you with cleaning yourself up and the sheets afterward. 

Jason Voorhees

Similarly, Jason would not consider himself interested in piss kinks until he met you. 

You would have to persuade him heavily into going through with it but, once you have, his whole world would change for the better and the worst.

Jason would be more willing to have you piss on him, since he would be concerned about too much of his piss getting all over you. (After all, he is a big man with an even bigger bladder and an even bigger dick.)

He would also be concerned by the fact that your piss kink is new territory for him so he would much prefer you to take charge. 

When you manage to convince and encourage Jason enough to piss on you, he will enjoy it to the point that he would debate with you on who pisses next when it comes to sexy time. 

He will piss ALL over you. Whether it is on your face, body, or feet. ITS EVERYWHERE. 

You will end up using one of each other’s piss as lube.

Jason will be very kind and loving during the aftercare and will ensure you both are clean along with your soiled sheets. 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent would not be interested in your piss kink whatsoever; however, he will put up with it for your sake.

He was very shocked when you first brought it up to him and it would completely blow out any plans or discussion you guys were going to have.

Vincent would only do it because he must love the hell out of you. There would be a very long discussion about having it in the bedroom beforehand.

He would only allow your piss kink to take place during special occasions such as your birthday, your anniversary, holidays, etc. 

On those special occasions, Vincent would expect you to be in charge entirely because he would refuse to piss on you and it is your idea. 

Vincent will allow you to enjoy yourself completely since your piss obsession would only be allowed on rare occasions. 

You should use the moment to the fullest and piss on him anywhere you want and in any way or position you want. (He is your pissy bitch for the night)

You may also be able to convince him to consume a lot of water and give him a blowjob to suck the piss right out of him with a mixture of both his semen and piss. 

Vincent will sigh after the session is over but help you with the clean up. 

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would be very unwilling at first but then his curiosity would get the best of him and he’ll agree to it. 

You will have to do some gentle, light pissing on him so he could get feel for it and then it’s almost like you awoke something.

He will eat you out while you piss and continue to do it through your orgasm. 

Thomas would very much enjoy you peeing on his face.

Ride his face while you piss in his mouth and you're never leaving the bed. It’s all over.

On rough days, he would definitely like to piss on you and fuck you until you couldn’t walk afterwards.

After he realizes he very much enjoys being pissed on, he would probably force you to drink a few gallons of water before having sexy time to make sure both of you get a good experience. ;)

Nevertheless, even if he does enjoy sitting in the bed covered in piss, he would definitely want a shower as soon as possible and will carry you to the bathroom.

Billy Loomis

Billy would immediately be on the offense about it and would down right shut the conversation. (He would be a bit grossed out about it)

You would have to have been in a very long-term relationship with him because he would dump you on the spot if you were barely dating for a while.

He would require you to strike a deal with him because he would not be interested in entertaining your piss kink whatsoever. 

It must be an extremely beneficial and appealing idea for him to even consider it. 

When he does agree to it, he will only be willing to finger you while you piss.

He may even lick his fingers just to tease you when he sees how turned on you are.  

When it is all over, he will definitely not be loving nor attentive to you whatsoever. He will only care about getting cleaned ASAP even if you only pissed on his hand. 

Billy Lenz

Billy would not need to hear another word from you after you mention having a piss kink to him. 

He may even be compelled to do it on spot with you and drag you to the bedroom to do it.

He would prefer to piss on you but, if he is in a good mood, he will allow you to piss on him every once in a while. 

You should expect to be degraded HEAVILY as he pisses anywhere on you, including in your mouth. ;)

He will spell his name out on your back with his piss so please enjoy the warm golden shower of his piss covering you.

At some point you will ride his face pissing on him and he would jerk off while you’re doing it. 

Neither of you should leave the bed knowing whose piss is on either of you. 

Aftercare would be soft since he would be thankful that you were open to him and willing to do this in the bedroom with him. Billy would hold you tight before expecting you to go help clean the both of you. 

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would either cry when you bring up the idea of pissing in the bedroom or be highly intrigued to try it out.

You’d have to explain a lot on how watersports are in the bedroom for him to be more willing and confident enough to try it. 

He would prefer pissing on you rather than having you piss on him so expect him to whip his dick out on you immediately. 

Brahms would have sex with you first but, when he realizes he is close to cumming, he will hover over you with his dick close to your face and jerk off until he ends up pissing and cumming all over you. 

If you had no plans on leaving the bedroom and desire for another round, licking a bit of the semen and piss on your face will get him hard again. 

If you catch him on a good day or after enough experience of pissing in the bedroom, he will allow you to occasionally piss on his body and he may even lick bit of it if it gets on his face.

Brahms would find out he enjoys watersports much more than he expected and will allow it to take place more often.