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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months

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Imagine being Tiffany Valentine's or Loretta Krueger's sister and having to deal with Chucky or Freddy as a brother-in-law you don't approve of.

#Tiffany Valentine #Loretta Krueger #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Freddy Krueger

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awesomephd · 1 year

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I am filing cards all professional but there's a flashing sign pointing at me saying "thinking about Freddy Krueger's wife"

#absolutely will never stop thinking about what kinda woman freddy krueger would let tie him down with a kid #freddy krueger #anoes #loretta krueger #eventually I'll cave and write something to get my headcanons out of my head

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azazelflare · 10 months

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Freddy Krueger X Reader: It’s You

Minors DNI

CW: dream sex, claiming, cum swallowing, hard fucking

AO3

You knew Freddy as a teen, you would babysit his daughter before the fiasco. You fell asleep one night after finishing your book. When you opened your eyes, you were in a boiler room. You could feel the heat against your skin. You touched the pipe experimentally and you felt your skin burning. You quickly pulled your arm back, you turn your head and you see a man standing in front of you. He had a red and green striped sweater and a brown fedora on. He walked closer to you with his hand, which you quickly realized were knives on a glove, scraping against the pipes. You start to feel scared seeing him walk toward you. He makes it about a foot from you, you are unable to move from your spot. He reaches toward you with his knife hand and you flinch back when he scratched your cheek. You tried to speak but he just shushed you, his unclawed hand holding your chin. You feel his textured skin against you and he smirks at you. “Hey doll. Been a while, hasn’t it?” your eyes widen at the nickname. “Freddy? What the fuck? How’d this happen?” he looked at you, a large smile on his lips. “Well, I made a deal with a demon, now I’m a dream demon.” you looked confused, wondering if this was a dream. “Of course, this is a dream! How else am I supposed to visit you?” You must have said that out loud. He chuckled at you. He pulls you closer to him, his claws digging into your arm. His mouth catches yours and you moan into the kiss. You wrap your arms around him and his eyes widen as you deepen the kiss. He releases the kiss “You have no idea how long I've waited to do that. Ever since I heard you and Loretta fighting that one day, I’ve wanted to kiss you.” His jaw drops at that statement. You just turned 18 that day and you were babysitting Kate and heard them fighting. You continued to play with her till they were done, being a much-needed distraction for her. When he was caught, you kept Kate with you. She stayed with you until CPS took her. When he was found innocent and burnt, you saw the parents kill him. His screams echo in your ears from time to time. Unknown to you, he heard your screams through the fire. He heard you trying to put out the fire with anything close by. When you were dragged back by the cops, you screamed bloody murder. He heard your screams and thought they did something to you as well. When the demons came and made a deal, you were on his mind. He not only made the deal for revenge for himself but also for you. He was not going to make the same mistake again. When he felt you were dreaming he made himself known, in all honesty, he missed you. He was happy when he saw your face again, ten years have really done wonders for you. Your face had lost the acne, and your hair has a little gray streak from the stress of that night. He runs his fingers through your hair, he holds the strip softly. “This is from them, isn’t it?” you nod and you have tears gathered in your eyes. The trauma from that night caused more problems than it solved. You are the town outcast, you couldn’t even buy groceries from the store because every time you went, the other people would glare and sneer at you. Kids would even whisper that you were the devil's bride and you shouldn’t get close. You resorted to buying groceries in another town. Freddy grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a hug. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You see his ear close to your mouth and you nip and lick at it. He lets out a moan at your antics. He pushes you up against the railing and bends you over it. Your shirt bunches up and he sees the tattoo on your lower back. He smirks seeing the red butterfly, “I see you’ve gotten around, butterfly huh?” you blush and answer him. You were in mourning for a while, and you used sex to heal. His smirk grew larger at your words. You hear his belt unbuckle and a zipper, you wiggle your hips at him and he laughs. “Fucking slut, you need this, don’t you?” a gag appears in your mouth and you nod, whimpering at him. His hand cups your core and his fingers start to play with your clit. You moan through the gag. When he feels like he prepared you enough he runs his dick up and down your folds. He pushes into you slowly, your walls stretching around him. You moan loudly and he pulls your hair, bending your back. He starts to thrust into you slowly and you feel his textured cock rubbing all the right places. He starts to pump faster and faster. The knot in your stomach growing tighter. He pulls your hair tighter and bends down moving your hair out of the way. He licks and sucks your neck and he bites down, drawing blood. You whimper and scream when he did this. He licks the blood off your neck and moans at the taste. “You taste as good as you smell doll. Maybe I should make you my new slut. Would you like that?” you nod your head and he smiles. His thrusts get erratic and you feel a pulsing sensation. He hits your cervix and you feel him cum inside you. He rubs your clit till you release. He pulls out of you and turns you around and makes you kneel. “Clean me up slut.” the gag disappears and you start to lick and suck his dick. You taste yourself on him and you clean him up. He starts to harden in your mouth and you moan around him. He lets out a loud moan and he grips your hair. He starts to fuck your mouth, and you gag and choke on him. He jolts forward and pushes his entire length into your throat. You have tears in your eyes and he lets out a sigh, cumming down your throat. He lets go of you and you cough trying to get breath into your lungs. You look up at him and smile, opening your mouth to show him the rest of his load. “Swallow.” you do as he says and he pets your cheek. “Doll, you're mine now. No one gets to touch you but me. Got it?” you nod and feel yourself waking up. “See ya tomorrow night doll.”

#freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #smut #a nightmare on elm street

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francis-writes · 1 year

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The Zoo

Pairing: human!Freddy Krueger x fem!reader Summary: Freddy Krueger catched your eye when you were still in high school but you didn't expect then that in a few years you will end up naked on his bed in boiler room. Warnings: smut

A/N: i know it's short, i was just bored on the train

You were laying on the bed, completely naked. You never understood how Freddy was able to work here in sweater because high temperature made you throw away all your clothes in a few minutes every time you came here. But that wasn't actually a problem for him - now he was laying on the top of you and sucking your nipple, his calloused hand grabbing your ass. You found him incredible hot since high school and felt a bit jealous when he ended up with Loretta. The thought about his wife made you bitter so you decided to focus on a current moment. Not that you felt guilty - you firmly believed that other's marriage problems are neither your business nor fault so if Freddy wanted to fuck you instead of his wife, you engaged in this with pleasure. "Something's on your mind, doll?" Freddy looked at you and smirked "Something other that me?" You shook your head and you pulled him closer to kiss his mouth. "It was a hard day at work" he said, getting up to take off his boxers " So maybe you will help me relax first?" You rested on your arms, admiring the body of your lover. He was rather skinny, though you knew that he had some muscles gained by hard physical work. On his pale skin there were still visible scars, both old and pretty fresh. The cuts on his skin worried you but whenever you tried to ask him about them, Freddy changed the topic or tried to convince you that he got them in work. After a few times, you stopped asking, seeing that your investigation only makes him angry. "I want to remind you that you're still in work" you noticed "and instead of doing your duties, you're fucking your neighbour" "For this salary, they should be happy that I even come here" he shrugged and laid on the bed next to you. Freddie put one hand in your hair and brushed your skin with his thumb. "Come on. Show me what you can" You obediently laid on your belly between his wide open legs. You spat on your hand and took his shaft. You were moving your hand up and down until his member got hard and then you took it in your mouth. For some time Freddy let you take the lead while you were sucking his dick, sometimes taking a break to lick it or to caress his ball with your tongue but soon his patience ended and he began practically fucking your throat. Fortunately, you didn't have problems with gag reflex but instead you needed some oxygen and Freddy didn't let you take a breath. When he finally let go of your head, you were close to passing out, black smudges of mascara were running down your cheeks. Freddy pushed you on your back and then leaned over you. He found your clit and started rubbing it, pushing two fingers into your hole at the same time. "So wet already?" He mocked you and he was completely right. You could feel your juice dripping on your thighs and crumpled sheets. And you could blame only him and things his his low voice were doing for you; well, his fingers pumping into your pussy also didn't help. "Maybe I won't even have to fuck you this time, you are already close with only my fingers..." "No" you moaned. You felt ashamed of yourself and you knew he was only teasing you but you the only thing you could think about was his dick inside of you. Freddy chuckled. "You're right, I wouldn't deny myself such a sweet treat. But you need to ask me properly" You knew very well that Freddy meant begging him but you were ready for it. "Fred, please-" you gasped. Forming a full sentence was a hard task when your brain felt dizzy from overhelming pleasure. "I- I need you" "You need me to what?" "I need you to fuck me" your body writhed when he hit the right spot " I need to feel you.. inside me" you desperately tried to find the right words "Please, fuck me. Make me yours" "Oh, your already mine" Freddy pulled his fingers out your drenched pussy and licked them with visible pleasure "but if you're begging..." You didn't have to wait long before he threw your legs over his shoulders and thrusted into you. You knew Freddy waited for this moment too; he was hungry for you, as always, and it made you somewhat proud.

#Freddy Krueger x reader #Freddy Krueger imagine #Freddy Krueger #Human Freddy Krueger #Freddy Krueger smut

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tinalbion · 2 years

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Can i pwees have a fic of Freddy giving his female y/n oral please?

So you guys want more human Freddy deliciousness? You know what, same, guys, same. We deserve it and it's what we need, ya feel me? So I humbly deliver unto thee some Freddy. How could we resist that silver tongue when it's so talented in other ways?

Minors, DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

“Late Night Calls”

Human Freddy Krueger x AFAB!Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit; fingering, oral- female receiving, some masturbation, orgasm denial, Freddy is a dirty little cheater but you like it so it's fine

Length: 4k

Your phone calls with Fred always ended the same way; he'd ask if you wanted to come over and no matter how busy you were, you always agreed to drop everything and go.

You were absurdly easy when it came to Freddy, you always had been, ever since you met and were head over heels for him. Sure, he was married to Loretta, a woman you'd known for a good handful of years, but that didn't mean he was HAPPILY married to her. You and she never quite got off on the right foot, she always seemed to think more highly of herself and didn't even bother to talk to you even when you'd greet her at Springwood Elementary when you'd drop off your niece. But her husband was a piece of work, very brooding and quiet, mostly kept to himself. How did a woman like her land a guy like him?

You never really did ask him how they got together, things like that weren't your main focus when you laid beside him wearing nothing but the bedsheets that were wrapped around your naked form. Even if you two had a spat and swore you’d be stronger the next time you locked eyes with him, you knew it was an absolute lie and you’d fall for it over and over again. That’s just how Fred was, no matter how cruel his words could be, he somehow always managed to keep you coming back to him.

Tonight was no different, and he never managed to tell you just where Loretta ended up going on these frequent trips she’d been taking with Katherine, but you didn’t really want to know the nitty-gritty details, you found it best to stay in your place and mind your own business. And of course, whenever they left for the weekend, his first reaction was to call you, and you weren’t sure if you should have felt overused as a booty call, or take it as a compliment that you had something he must have liked.

You slipped into something that you knew he’d really like on you, and would like even more to take you out of, then you drove that short distance in the nice little neighborhood with the typical white picket fences, your eyes searched for the lit-up porchlight that signaled he was inside waiting for you. As usual, you parked a few blocks away and down the side streets to avoid suspicion from the nosy neighbors and walked as quickly as you could, making sure to stick more toward the shadows that would eventually guide you into the backyard, where you knocked three times on the back door as instructed.

The door opened a moment later to reveal Freddy in one of his more casual button-up shirts, his strawberry blonde hair had been brushed back neatly, and of course, he stood before you with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. That smile he wore when he laid his eye on you always left your heart pounding quicker and your hands trembling from nervousness. You were never able to explain correctly the feeling that washed over you when he stared at you, but if you could get as close to anything, it would be a big, bad wolf salivating at a fresh slab of meat. It’s not like you really minded though, in fact, you welcomed it, you liked feeling that sensation wash over you as if you stepped into a dangerous man’s house and could be told to run for your life within an instant.

“Hey Fred,” you greeted once he stepped aside to welcome you in. “Surprised you called me so late.” You shrugged out of the light jacket you wore and hung it on the coat hook attached to the wall.

Freddy scoffed and turned to walk away from you, his cigarette now in his hand as he tapped the ash off into the nearby ashtray. “And that means what, exactly, kitten?”

That damn nickname always got to you, he knew it did, so he made sure to surprise you with it in casual conversations. “Eh, well, it’s a lot later than when you normally call, everything okay?”

“Everything is killer,” he smirked and spun to look at you, his tongue ran over his bottom lip as he blew out another cloud of smoke. “Just fine. Had a little extra work tonight is all, was busy. I was surprised you were still awake.”

You smirked and let out a breathy laugh. “I was too, honestly, just couldn’t sleep I suppose.” Truth be told, you were hoping he’d call you, especially since it had been over two weeks since your last encounter with him, you really missed his touch. You ran your hands over your arms and sighed. “Well, you gonna offer me a drink, handsome?”

Without arguing, he walked over to his fancy set up of a mini bar in the living room and poured you a glass of your favorite drink, he remembered the way you liked it, which you found endearing. He handed it to you and you reached out for it, making sure your fingers brushed his as you stared up at smiled at him. Fred caught your action and stared hard at you, and sometimes you still had a difficult time reading him and how he felt. Tonight though, he seemed a little tense and a little less chatty than usual, so you hoped you could put his mind at ease. You had all the time in the world.

As you leaned back against the sofa and crossed your legs, making sure your thighs were out there just enough for him to get a nice peek, you swirled your drink in its glass and sighed. “Thanks, doll,” you uttered, “so talk to me, Fred. How’s business been?”

He didn’t seem up for chatting, but the one rule you had with him was that you didn’t want to feel rushed when it came to seeing him. You weren’t in this for just the sex, you made that very clear one evening, and he was honestly surprised by it, but then sheepishly admitted he liked having you around as much as you did him. So you played the role of the woman he wished he could have, one who willingly asked how his day was, one who wanted to do whatever she could to make sure he was at ease.

“Ran longer than usual, but it doesn’t bother me, keeps my hands busy. Otherwise can’t complain. How’s that job of yours treatin’ you?” He wanted to ask so badly about the asshole who had been constantly harassing you at work, but the role of a jealous boyfriend was beneath him, or so he thought.

“Better, especially since I was transferred to another department. No more interactions with that knucklehead, thankfully. But how are YOU,” you emphasized, “you doing okay?”

He nodded curtly, almost as if to brush it off, but he knew you too well. So when he watched as you stood up from the sofa and walked over to the chair he sat in, you sunk to your knees with the drink in your hand and rested your chin on his knee. “C’mon, Fred, you can tell me, it’s always our little secret.”

Freddy looked down at you with a stern face, but he was thinking of so many things that they all seemed to jumble together, causing him to grow a bit more frustrated than you wanted him to be. “Home could be better,” he confessed. “She’s always wantin’ more and more outta me, it feels constricting.”

“There we go,” you breathed with a smile. “But I get you, Fred, she doesn’t seem to want to give you that space, it always seems to be the same with her. I’m glad you called.” Your free hand began to rub his leg back and forth, gently caressing him and allowing him to feel that you were there, giving subtle hints of your desire, your smile only grew as you stared up at him. “I’ll do whatever in my power to make you forget her, even if it’s just for tonight, hmm?”

The smirk that grew on his face mostly felt as if it were for show, but sometimes he’d melt a little behind that facade and would allow himself to be more open around you. He sighed as his hand found its way against your hair, slowly petting it as if it were to calm himself more than you. His eyes fluttered closed and his body tensed under your hand, still stroking his leg yet inching dangerously close to his upper thigh. He wouldn’t admit it, but Fred knew you like the back of his hand, he knew what got you going and what calmed you, so he loved to use that against you most times, like how he sat in the chair before you and gently tugged on your hair, he knew you would beg for more by the time he was finished here.

The sounds you made when Fred tightened his grip on your hair were delicious, he wanted to hear more spill from your lips, but not here. Before he could stand to make his move, you gripped onto his leg and pushed yourself onto your knees, a devilish look in your eyes.

“Fred,” you purred, “I know this could have been a more social call, but please, I need you so badly.” Your nails dug into his skin through his pants, but he barely flinched. “Been thinking about you all day.”

When he stared down at you as you stayed on your knees, he rose from his chair and glared at you, but not in anger. His gaze was intense as he beckoned for you to stand, his hand greeted your jaw when you stood up to face him, then his fingers slowly wrapped around your throat and he gave you a gentle squeeze. He smirked when he forced your face away from him, exposing your neck as he went in for the kill, his teeth sank into your flesh and he sucked your skin harshly. The cry you gave only fueled him to suck harder, your hands tried to pull him in closer as if he wasn’t already wrapped around you as much as he could manage to be.

Your breathy moans would be a problem if you had Loretta to worry about, but Fred assured you she'd be gone for the weekend, so your desire to be as loud as you wanted had taken over. Your hands ran through his hair and pawed at him while his mouth nipped at you, but as amazing as his mouth felt on your skin, you wanted to feel it in other places.

"Fred," you pulled away and tried to catch your breath momentarily, "let's go somewhere else, yeah?"

"Already tryin' to get your hands on me, huh," he scoffed as he ripped himself away from you, his hand gripping yours as he pulled you along.

This wouldn't be the first time you had been taken to his bedroom, you knew it probably wouldn't be the last time either unless you were caught somehow. But that didn't matter at the moment, not when his voice was so enticing as he demanded that you take off your clothes, and slowly.

So you stood in the dim light of the table lamp sitting on the bedside table as Fred sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes eagerly watching you while your hands made your way to the hem of your blouse. The slow shimmy you made as you pulled the material over your head made yourself laugh in the awkward silence, with no music to move to, so you tried your absolute best to make the most of this for him. He didn't seem to mind the awkwardness of it all, his eyes were too busy scanning over your features as if he was seeing them for the first time. No matter what could be said about Freddy, he never made you feel ashamed for being naked in front of him.

When you discarded your bottoms and were only left standing there in your undergarments, his hands hooked around young underwear and pulled you forward until you were directly in front of him.

"Enough playing games," he mused as he slid his fingers against your clothed cunt, "let's feel how wet you are for me, princess." When he rubbed his two fingers in between your thighs, toying with the ache you felt, he snickered as he stared up at you. "So wet already and I've barely touched you. Sucking your neck gets you goin', huh?"

You smirked and watched his hand move against you slowly, teasing you as he barely made contact thanks to the material in the way. It was thin but it still felt like too much was in the way, and you couldn't hold in your pouty whine when his fingers teased you so mercilessly.

"Freddy, stop–" you began to protest but were interrupted by a quick smack to your leg.

Freddy stared up at you and smirked. "Don't rush me, kitten, you know I like to take my time with you."

You continued to pout and huffed. "I know, you're just making me feel so good, I can't help it." You shifted your legs and made a face, which you shouldn't have done. You realized how it looked once you'd done it, and Fred's expression said it all.

"Oh, you're gonna be like that, huh?" He swiftly stood and switched places with you, your back was now toward the bed. "Then I guess you need to be shown just who you're talkin' back to."

"Wait, Fred, I–"

He pushed you down onto the bed and pulled you closer toward him, your legs hung off the edge but you didn't protest, your head was lifted from the mattress to watch him with interest. He paid you no mind as his hands hooked onto your underwear and pulled them down slowly, his eyes could have burned a hole through you the way he stared at you, his eyes shifted down your body as he began to touch you. His hands slid over your sides, his fingertips skated along your hips, all the way down to your thighs. He dropped to his knees as he pulled you a bit closer toward him, then placed your legs over his shoulders so he had the perfect view of your slick sex.

You expected him to be an asshole as per usual, but he was drawing it out now as he began to kiss your inner thigh, so close to your cunt that you bit back a sharp inhale, you knew better than to complain when he was giving you the night of your life. But sometimes you wanted to push him, to see how far he’d take your punishment, sometimes it paid to be a brat. You laid your head back against the mattress, your eyes closed, and you took in the soft touches and gentle kisses he placed all along your thighs. You let out a surprised yelp when he bit down, and his laughter followed soon after because he knew you were trying to behave tonight for him, so he wanted to push you right back.

He loved to try and break you.

You shifted impatiently beneath him, but as soon as you moved, his thumb rubbed over your clit, and watched as your body jerked in reply to his touch. He smirked and did it again and again, slowly swiping his thumb in a circle, only to pull away after every touch. Those little moans and mewls that came from your lips only fueled him to continue, wanting to hear you get louder for him, so his thumb came into full contact now, rubbing slow, gentle circles as he watched you twitch beneath his hands. When you were getting too jerky with your movements, his free hand would slap your thigh to remind you to relax as he worked you over. As he continued, he could tell that you were getting close, your eyes were half-lidded, and your mouth was slack as you breathed deep. He smiled when he pulled away and you whined so loudly that you thought you’d be punished immediately for doing so.

Freddy said nothing as he wore that shit-eating grin on his face, and then watched your body wriggle as he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, his tempo just as slow and teasing as always while he watched your body react to his touches. He curled his fingers within you as they got so deep, his hands always worked wonders on you.

“Oh god, Freddy, please–” you huffed, now leaning against your elbows as you watched him with a lust-filled gaze. “You’re such a tease.”

“If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?” he countered with a grin. You couldn’t form words when his fingers pushed deeper.

He chuckled and continued to finger you, watching as you were beginning to leak down your thighs, which only caused his obvious erection to push against his slacks. He shifted and leaned forward as he continued to fuck you with his hand, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You gasped and he laughed again. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you, princess,” he cooed softly as he placed several more kisses along your thigh.

When he felt your body shaking, he pulled his fingers from you and placed them into his mouth, sucking them clean as he left you on the bed yet again, just almost reaching your orgasm and denying you once again. What an asshole. You looked so frustrated, a thin sheen of sweat covered your body and made your skin glisten in the dim light as he looked over you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he asked as he shrugged out of his button-up shirt, giving you a nice little show as he stood and tossed it off somewhere. “Sorry for teasin’ you so much, Y/N, but I’m not finished yet.”

“Please, Fred, oh fuck, please…” you groaned, your legs parted for him once again as he sunk to his knees.

His hands were now placed on either side of your thighs to keep them nice and open, he licked his lips as he hovered his mouth above your clit, and then he placed his lips on you and began to suck. The sounds you made were unholy but he didn’t stop, his focus was solely on you and those sounds your pretty little mouth made. The way his tongue swirled through your folds and around that sensitive part of you drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure you were feeling.

Freddy dragged his tongue slowly against you and you bit your bottom lip to hold back the sounds you were making as if you were afraid of him edging you once again. But Freddy looked up at you and clicked his tongue. “Aww princess, come on, I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

His tongue was back on you, relentless as he swirled it along your clit again, pushing it into you as his hands opened your legs further, wanting to get as deep as he could to taste you. Your juices dripped onto his chin and he didn’t care in the slightest, your taste on his tongue made him throb against his leg, his pants were so constricting, fuck he wanted to be inside of you so badly. You were so slick from his spit and your excitement, it pooled beneath you while you struggled to breathe normally. You felt yourself grow close yet again, and you were afraid that your body would betray you and Freddy would pull away at the very last moment yet again, so you did your best to try and ride it out before it was stolen from you again.

Freddy knew you through, he knew how your body reacted to him and he laughed as he watched your face twist into so many expressions, he found it rather cute how you tried to trick your body into not wanting it, but he continued on anyway. Maybe if you gave him one orgasm, he could stuff you full of his cock, but that was if you didn’t mouth back.

You were a mess as you bucked your hips against his mouth, his tongue reaching as far as it could as he brought up a hand to stimulate your throbbing clit, and your sounds were now louder just as he asked. Your hands grabbed at the sheets beneath you, anything to grab onto so you could ground yourself, otherwise, you felt as if you’d fall into nothingness. His mouth always felt so fucking delicious on your cunt, he had done this a handful of times and it felt more and more pleasurable each time like he’d been practicing just for you. You were such a mess, both literally and figuratively, and it felt amazing as his tongue continued its assault, how sucking on your clit again.

You moaned out his name over and over again. “Yes, yes, fuck Fred, oh my God, please, keep-keep going–”

Your whimpers were music to his ears as he shoved his fingers back inside of you again, his tongue and mouth still abusing your sensitive nub. He pulled away only long enough to speak in a low, hushed voice. “Love when you say my name like that, kitten,” he grinned and continued to build up your orgasm once again, and boy were you close.

“Freddy, baby, I’m gonna cum, soon, please–”

His fingers quickly moved in and out of you, curled within you while his tongue darted all around your leaking folds, and he felt your body jerk again, signaling to him that he needed to push you over the edge. His other hand grabbed at your ass and slapped your skin several times, leaving red hand prints across your flesh as you yelped out his name and a few other sounds that carried across the room.

“Yeah, fuck I’m–” Your hands shot up and tangled in his short hair as you arched your back, pushing your pussy against his mouth further until you felt that sweet feeling of his tongue swirling against you while his fingers did all they could to hit that spot.

You finally came, gushing all over his mouth and chin, your sweet juices dripped down onto the sheets below, and your thighs shook so much that your entire body fell slack against the bed. Your breathing was so heavy you thought you wouldn’t be able to breathe. The sweat on your brow dripped down to the pillows as you turned your head, barely able to look up at Fred, who seemed to have fished himself from his pants and began to stroke himself. He loved the look of you looking absolutely ruined because of him, how weak you felt in your legs, and the mere thought of you not being able to run from him enticed him greatly.

“Mhm, you did so well, kitten,” he leaned down and kissed your thigh, “but I’m not even close to being finished with you. You understand?”

You nodded as you watched him get to his feet, his pants hung loosely off his hips as he continued to stroke himself, the smile on his face wasn’t a mask anymore, you could see that this was for you and only for you. You offered a smile as you pushed yourself to sit up, eagerly trying to get to your knees as he sat on the bed beside you.

“Don’t worry, Fred,” you said softly as you replaced his hands with your own, gently stroking him as he let out a satisfied hum, “I promise I can handle it.”

#tinalbion writings #slashers request #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers headcanons #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger imagine #freddy krueger headcanons #human freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x afab reader

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brattysmiley · 2 years

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Can you do hc' or a little drabbke with human freddy? Him veing nice and cute for once? Or something with do estic lifestyle?

ooh human!fred, interesting ! here it is!

(btw, you are portrayed as Loretta in this, enjoy)

Human!Freddy being nice with his S/O

At the moment, you were walking in circles in your house, it was very late, Katherine had already been in bed for more than two hours. You sat for the umpteenth time on the sofa, staring at the coffee table, twiddling your thumbs. Suddenly, you heard the sound of keys. You got up and stood in front of the door when it opened and Fred Krueger appeared before your eyes.

"It's late I'm sorry (Y/N), I had to work a few extra hours and couldn't tell you."

"I was really worried about you, this is the first time this has happened!

You invited him to come in, he put his coat and hat on the coat rack and took off his shoes then tenderly took you in his arms, gently caressing your cheek. He came to kiss you tenderly for a few minutes, nothing rough this time but rather gently. You withdrew and invited him to sit on the couch while you brought him a cold beer. He sat down with a sigh and you placed his beer on the coffee table.

"Thanks (Y/N)."

"Are you going to bed now? Personally, I'm not sleepy."

"No. We can spend some time together while the little one sleeps."

He took a sip of his beer and then invited you to snuggle up to him, gently patting the couch seat. You joined him gladly and laid your head against his shoulder and he came to kiss his forehead.

"Next time I'll do my best to warn you, I'm sorry again."

"It's okay I'm not mad. I missed you."

"Me too, I was so looking forward to coming home and hugging you."

He pressed you tenderly against the couch and kissed you gently as he removed the clothes covering you one by one. He continued his kisses all along your body while passing his hands against your skin, you let out a small moan of pleasure.

After a few hours you were snuggled up, naked, still on the couch, Fred smoking a cigarette. It was perfect. No more questions. What you didn't know was that he didn't come home late because of overtime at his job, no. He was late for an even more horrible reason. For the moment he was in a calm mood, he was trying his best to be loving towards you, you had to reciprocate. It was quite complicated for him to deal with his emotions and express his feelings, he never knew real love until now.

#pyro writes #fred krueger #freddy krueger #human freddy krueger #drabble #I think? lmao #a nightmare on elm street #slasher #horror

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petpsycho · 1 year

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Loretta Rodriguez is often followed by spirits of the dead.

Often, her abuelo stands at her side as a loving guide, someone to help her stay on the straight and narrow when she stumbles or is enchanted by the other paths she could take. He is the angel on her shoulder.

The devil on her shoulder is Freddy Krueger himself, her granddad as she calls him. His visits to her are rare at best, considering he was defeated before she was born and it likely took time for him to become once again what he was. still, he coaxes her bloodlust, the part of her that sometimes imagines herself as a merciful angel of death. He knows if she kills out of mercy, she will likely descend further and become just as wicked as him

Loretta Krueger also follows, often specifically to drown out Freddy or the younger Loretta's abuela. Her comfort isn't as constant or strong, but two voices are often enough to block out Freddy's wicked suggestions when she is on her own, with her parents not close enough to guide her themselves

#((should I talk about Loretta's desire to be an angel of death figure?))#((it's not a common thought but it's something that comes up when she sees those she cares for suffer))#special guest muse: loretta rodriguez #headcanon

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brookstonalmanac · 6 months

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Birthdays 11.4

Beer Birthdays

Gottfried Krueger (1837)

Carl Sedlmayr (1847)

Pat Boyd, Miss Rheingold 1945 (1922)

Alfred Heineken (1923)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Art Carney; actor (1918)

Walter Cronkite; television journalist (1916)

Chris Difford; rock musician, singer, songwriter (1954)

James Honeyman-Scott; rock guitarist (1956)

Will Rogers; humorist (1879)

Famous Birthdays

Alton Adams; composer (1889)

Martin Balsam; actor (1919)

James E. Brewton; painter (1930)

Larry Bunker; jazz drummer, percussionist (1928)

Sean "Diddy" Combs; rapper, producer (1969)

Charles Despiau,;French sculptor (1874)

Harry Ferguson; Irish engineer, inventor (1884)

Bethenny Frankel; television chef (1970)

Charles Frazier; writer (1950)

Kathy Griffin; comedian (1960)

Dick Groat; Pittsburgh Pirates SS (1930)

Gail E. Haley; author, illustrator (1939)

Audrey Hollander; porn actor (1979)

Kyōka Izumi, Japanese author, poet (1873)

Marlène Jobert; French actress (1940)

Charles K. Kao; Chinese physicis (1933)

Klabund; German author and poet (1890)

Peter Lord; English animator (1953)

Ralph Macchio; actor (1961)

Robert Mapplethorpe; photographer (1946)

Delbert McClinton; singer, songwriter (1940)

Matthew McConaughey; actor (1969)

Cameron Mitchell; actress (1918)

James Montgomery; Scottish writer (1771)

Eden Phillpotts; English writer (1862)

Markie Post; actor (1950)

Doris Roberts; actor (1930)

Loretta Swit; actor (1937)

Carlos "Patato" Valdes; Cuban-American conga player (1926)

C.K. Williams; poet (1936)

Gig Young; actress (1913)

#Birthdays

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Concept: Final Girls and Boys making Slashers lives Hell post-movie/franchise.

Sally teaches herself how to make chilly- really, really good chilly. Like, she butchers her own meat and grows her own herbs and such. She continues to follow Drayton around the country and beat him in ever damn chilly competition.

Laurie buys Smithsgrove (Yes, just straight up purchases the establishment) and decides the only food that is to be served to Michael is peas. All the other inmates get healthy, hearty meals every day but Michael just gets a big bowl of peas for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He also is to be stared at 24 seven- see how he likes it. He does not enjoy it.

Nancy becomes a dream demon post-Dream Warriors. 50 years later Jessie, Alice, Maggie and Lori follow suit (what a coinkidink). They summon up Mary Helena and Loretta too, and start an almost-all-woman 'Ruin All of Freddy's Plans' Club, where they literally do nothing together except assemble whenever he inevidably returns somehow to put him back where he belongs- in hell. (Side note- Jason is an honorary club member, and Pam advises occasionally)

(Assuming that the conspiracy theorists are correct and Stu survived) Sydney realises perfectly well that her story is getting away from her, that people are adding things to it and making it ridiculous because they weren't there, and decides that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. She says publicly that Billy Loomis' penis was tiny, and Stu Macher is into wierd porn ("And I mean, its not like I've spoken to him recently but... do people really stop being a furry? And as for the feet stuff... I'd rather not comment."). She also sends Stu the occasional furry dildo or foot cream themed gift basket.

And during the time that Andy had Chucky's head in the wall... he made sure Chucky watched PLENTY of telletubbies. To the point that Chucky knows the show intimately; He knows all the telletubbies names, he has quotes up the wazzoo, he can even tell you what happened in specific episodes- and he loathes the fact. (It does give Andy a chuckle every now and then, though XD ).

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delightfulkingtyphoon · 7 months

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Kinktober day 10: strap0n

(I like to think that Freddy and Loretta were a cute, happy couple ☝️😔💕)

(Full on my twitter: @ mariade70838735)

#slashers #freddy krueger #my art #kinktober #loretta krueger #canon couples #they are having fun

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chrissyxwakeup · 2 years

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Chrissy could not figure out what was going on with her. All she knew was that she needed to find answers. Answers of any and all sorts. Hawkins in itself was weird but now she was like in another world entirely. A new evil as she calls him. She had heard the stories of others who have fell to his disturbing ways and she would be dammed if she was going to be one of them.

Chrissy was many things but a dead girl walking was not going to be one of them. After careful research she had found a woman named Loretta Krueger. She had only one option and that was to take a trip and try to find this woman. If anyone had answers maybe it was her. It didn’t take her long before she started her journey.

Upon arrival to the town she heard whispers and seen plenty of tired teens. A feeling she knew all too well. She stopped at a gas station and asked for directions specific to the address she found. The man behind the counter was hesitant but Chrissy was not taking no for an answer.

Once she had what she needed she was ready to take this head on. Driving over to the address she parked and headed towards the door.

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