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Here it is! The long-awaited Bex and Ace collab! @bisexual-horror-fan and I have talked working on a fic together for over a month now, and now we’ve finally done it! A big, sexy-as-hell smutfic involving our favorite burnt bastard getting absolutely wrecked.

This was an absolute blast to work on. We had so much fun and fed off of each other so well. Bex is fucking incredible, one of the loveliest, sweetest, most enthusiastic and fun people I’ve ever met. I loved every second of throwing ideas back and forth, writing, reading, spitballing, and screaming at each other. Go give her all the love in the world!

But let’s not delay anymore - let’s fucking get into it. Hope you all enjoy the ride!

I Never Pegged You As the Type

AO3 Link: Here

Pairing: Freddy Krueger x Fem!AFAB Reader

Rating: NSFW, Explicit

Word count: 10,543

Content warnings: Rough sex, pegging, vibe usage, edging, denial, ruined orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting, cum-eating, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, bondage, choking, grinding, overstimulation, begging, crying, Reader is a bitch, Freddy is a brat

Teasing was one thing – you could handle teasing. Hell, you had to, or your strange little arrangement with the dead pervert of a dream demon wouldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes. If anything, you probably would’ve been dead within the first two.

And with how much of a fucking ass he was being, you might’ve preferred that.

Freddy had long since passed the threshold of “teasing”. “Teasing” was the light mocking words and fond insults, the dangerous mixture of degradation and praise he purred against your skin. “Teasing” was his free hand skimming along your body and the scant, barely-there touches never quite where you wanted him most. “Teasing” was the blades of that glove leaving curved indents but never splitting the skin open and spilling warm blood.

This, though? What he’d been doing relentlessly for… what, nearly a month now, almost every single night? This wasn’t “teasing”. This was the cruelest, most torturous edging you’d ever endured.

Every single time, he’d absolutely fucking ruin you. Bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you at a punishing pace, shove your face into the mattress with your ass up and your legs spread and everything on display, pull you on top of him and dig his fingers and blades into your thighs until you bled as he thrust up into you. Overwhelm you with pain and pleasure till you were bleeding and sobbing and begging for release, begging for him to let you cum.

Because he got to cum – as many times as he liked. In you, on you, down your throat. But you?

Freddy was having far too much fun denying what you desperately begged him for. Right as you were on the edge, right as you were about to tip over, he’d snatch his hand away or still his hips and clamp you down so you couldn’t move. Or even worse, he would let you cum, and he’d instantly ruin it with a painful slap to your clit that made you shriek in surprise and pain. He’d laugh and not bother to act contrite as tears of frustration and desperation slid down your cheeks. If anything, he’d even act innocent, all wide eyes and smiles. “Awww, princess, you said you wanted to cum. And ya did! I think that was real nice of me, don’t you?” Anytime you tried to complain, tried to say he’d ruined it, it didn’t count, it wasn’t fair, he’d tsk and waggle a talon at you and say, “Don’t get greedy on me.”

It was all part of the game for him.

And you loved the game. You loved him, more than you’d like to admit.

But you also fucking hated him.

He was the bane of your fucking existence. And more than anything else, you fucking wished he could have a taste of his own bitter medicine.

The longer you ruminate on that idea the better and better it sounded. After another far too long and brutal night spent with him, one that left you shaking and slick with sweat, sheets plastered to your skin when you woke? You decided that thinking and wishing was no longer enough. It was time for action.

How could you possibly accomplish that though? You'd become all too aware of the power he wielded and knew that taking it from him would not be an easy task. He sure as shit wasn't going to give it over willingly.

You pull the sheets away from your body and force yourself into a half sitting position, it’s barely light out as you are reaching over to your nightstand and picking up your phone. You bring it up and turn it on, the bright light makes you wince and your fingers are still a little shaky as you fumble to hit the icon to get onto your preferred web browser. Your other hand comes up, you decide two hands might make this task easier, you type in the only thing you could think of that might help you achieve what you want. Two words: Lucid. Dreaming.

It was going to take time, work, commitment, but you wanted to do this so much that any hurdle was not going to stop you. It just took effort, specific intent. You had an old notebook lying around that had a ton of blank pages, you kept it in the drawer of your nightstand. Every time you wake up, eyes still bleary with sleep, pen in your hand, you'd recall and write out what you dreamt of last night. Meditation was said to help, you’d carve out time whenever you could, mindfulness was important as well as instilling little reality checks.

The biggest thing to help to aid in lucid dreaming was being aware when you were dreaming and thankfully, when your murderous fuck buddy only comes by in your dreams it becomes painfully clear whenever you are. You still figure some out for the few times you dream without him but he has been refusing to leave you alone so those were rare, few and far between but important all the same.

He wasn’t letting up and you were desperate to get back at him. Each night you awoke still frustrated, still leaking down your thighs and trembling only served to strengthen your resolve and push you harder to achieve what you wanted.

You tested the limits gently, carefully, seeing what you could get away with while in a dream with him. Small things, subtle things, things that thankfully he wound up being too preoccupied to notice. Your hard work was starting to pay off.

After another truly awful night, one where he edged you for around two hours and then promised to make you cum only to ruin you, three times in a row. The last ruin was so intense it made you cry, clenching on nothing so hard it was painful and even gushing as the pleasure dissipated into nothing.

A ruined orgasm accompanied by squirting was something new, something awful, and something you frankly didn’t want to experience again. He thought it was so fucking funny, laughing as he slung an arm around your shoulders, non-gloved hand sliding between your legs, fingers swiping roughly through your folds, over your oversensitive clit and making you sob even harder. He leans in, taunting low right in your ear, “Awe, that looked like a BIG one, musta felt so good.”

He brought his fingers up and sucked them clean, humming in satisfaction from the taste of your pure unfiltered frustration, listening to the music of your sobs, feeling quite pleased with himself. His hand slid down again, scooping up more and bringing them up to your face, fingers prodded at your lips, “It’s delicious. Here, taste.”

You shake your head weakly, keeping your lips closed, your eyes pleading as they meet his gaze. You feel that glove on your throat, sharp blades pressing into sensitive skin as he says, “I wasn’t asking.”

Your lips part and he shoves them in roughly, almost making you gag, choking you on the taste of your own cunt as more tears spill forth and that is the moment you know that tomorrow is the night.

Tomorrow he is going to get it and you are going to make him regret how he has treated you lately.

You wake that night, sheets sticky and messy, tears dried on your face and feeling ready to make him pay.

Your eagerness made the following day crawl by. Every minute felt like an hour. Every hour felt like an eternity. Your eagerness didn’t fade, though. If anything, the anticipation just energised you more as you had time to plan out what you would do and play it on repeat, rolling the thoughts around your head until they were perfect. Sculpting them, adding to them, adjusting them.

By the time the sun sank past the horizon and the sky faded to pitch-black, you were practically vibrating with energy. God you were so close. So fucking close to the moment you’d waited for.

As you went about your evening routine, you couldn’t help the pang of uncertainty.

What if, even after all your research and practice… what if it didn’t work? What if you got overconfident and slipped up? What if the power of lucid dreaming turned out to be nothing compared to what Freddy could do? He was a demon, after all. And in the end, you were just human.

He probably wouldn’t be happy if he realised what you were trying to do. You weren’t afraid of him hurting you, but you knew that he would use it as an opportunity to be extra cruel. Any chance of cumming you might’ve had would burn away in an instant. Who knew how long the edging and ruined orgasms would go on.

Freddy could be petty like that.

You shoved the thoughts down, smothering them until they were silent.

You wouldn’t slip up. You were smart. You could do this.

Through sheer force of will if nothing else.

When you finally lay down, curling the bedsheets around yourself, an odd sense of calm swept through you. A sense of finality, perhaps.

This was it.

You’d made your bed - now there was nothing to do but lie in it.

Considering how you’d been practically trembling with eagerness and anticipation, sleep came quickly. And rather suddenly, actually.

The heat of the boiler room hit you instantly, as if you’d opened an oven door. Your bedroom melted, shifted into familiar concrete and rusted pipes and scrap metal.

You took a steadying breath. “Fre-”

A hand snapped around your mouth. An instinctive yelp left you, albeit muffled, as you were spun around and immediately backed against a wall. Freddy’s hands were on you, touching and groping and pulling on your night clothes with a tangible sense of urgency. Your body reacted to him on instinct, and you let yourself melt in his grasp. You let your eyes flutter shut as he brushed his nose against your throat. As a single blade of his glove slipped under the waistband of your pants. As he pressed a thigh between your legs. As he purred, “Heya sweets.”

Admittedly, you weren’t faking the stuttering breath that left you. You were so fucking weak for him.

He knew it.

And you were counting on him knowing it.

“Freddyyyyyy.” You slipped your arms around him, curling your fingers into the matted fuzz of his sweater. You tipped your head back to grant him more access to your neck. A soft little noise left you when he flicked his tongue out and licked up your throat. Fuck.

“Eager tonight, are we?” His voice skittered along your bones.

You have no idea. You nodded slightly, tugging him closer. Not that he could get much closer. He had you trapped between the wall and his body, and if he got any closer he’d be inside you. In more ways than one.

“You miss ole Freddy that much?” he teased.

“Soooo much.” You hoped you sounded appropriately needy. You were pretty certain you did. But you could ham it up a bit more. “I was thinking about you all day.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Oh?” He nipped at your pulse, and his free hand slid under your shirt. His touch was scalding hot and rough with scars against your skin.

While he was busy feeling you up, you slid your gaze away from him. There were always loose chains dangling from the ceiling of this place… for some reason. You could hear them rattling and clicking in the distance.

The idea washes over you as easily and quickly as arousal usually does when his hands are on you. This was too good, perfect honestly. He’d never see it coming.

You need to make this convincing, not like it is that difficult, he has such a profound effect on you but still this is crucial. You close your eyes and make yourself take a deep shuddering breath, your hands tugging on his sweater before bringing your face back down, you breathe his name in a way that has him looking up at you.

You need to really sell this, you answer him, your eyes catching his again, “Yeah. I-I was at work and my mind was practically screaming at me-” You choose then to kiss him, as if you need it more than air, like you HAD to in that moment.

It certainly does its part to help sell how needy you are. He groans into it, returning your affection in that classic way of his, rough and all consuming, you never tire of the unique taste of him. Your mouth breaks away from his as you rush out on a single breath, “-just thinking about you, and this and fuck, I was so worked up, so fucking wet.”

You made sure to put emphasis on that last word, a hushed moan, another tug on his clothes and that time he kissed you as if he needed it just as you had.

His tongue is in your mouth and you arch up into him, your tongue brushing his, moaning into his mouth, your eyes fluttering closed. You had to keep composure, you needed to do this without getting so caught up, this was about distracting him after all. One of your arms loops around his neck, making sure to keep him close, your other hand slides down his body, you palm him through his pants, unsurprisingly he is already hard for you. His hips press forward, grinding his clothed shaft into your palm. You pull back, hand closing tighter around him, a firm squeeze as you say, “M’ so needy lately and s’ all your fault Freddy.”

He chuckled, “Mmm, yeah? Is it all my fault?” His own voice was clearly showing how hot and bothered he was getting, rough with arousal as he mocked you.

You gave him your best pleading look. Tried to look as pathetic and needy as possible - there was little that got him harder than your desperation for him. And he was already plenty hard.

As you ground your palm against his bulge and earned a throaty groan from him, you gave the dream itself an experimental tug. While he was distracted, he was lost in arousal and his own building pleasure and wouldn’t notice. You pulled on the dream. Pulled it towards you, around you.

The chains clinked in the distance.

Freddy paused.

Fuck.

You made sure your words were just as needy and saccharine as before. “I thought about touching myself while at work.”

Now that definitely got his attention. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, sharp and burning and utterly ravenous. The blades of his glove were ice-cold as they bit into your hip, his grasp just shy of bruising as the metal pressed against your skin. You shivered. His other hand came up to grab your jaw as he said, “Wouldn’t surprise me, considering what a desperate little whore you are.” Despite the words, he rolled his hips, thrusting his still-clothed cock into your grasp.

God, you needed to move soon, or else you were going to just fucking give in and let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

“Whatever the hell he wanted” probably included not letting you cum.

You tugged on the dream again, pulling the chains down and towards you. When you cast another quick glance away from Freddy, the chains were slithering across the floor as if alive, slowly and silently creeping towards the both of you.

“But I am surprised you lasted this long,” Freddy said. Ripping filled the air as he flicked his claws up your body and shredded your shirt in a single motion. He took in the lacy lingerie you wore underneath. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

The chains were just inches from his boots now. Your heart thundered in your chest.

The dream shifted. The wall fell away from behind you, and your back hit a mattress, Freddy already on top of you, pressing you down, eyes blazing with lust and self-satisfaction.

You met his gaze. “I didn’t.”

And you yanked on the dream, as hard and as quickly as you could. The chains jangled as they shot forward. You grabbed Freddy by the shoulders, and you only glimpsed the look of complete shock on his face as you forced him off and rolled on top of him. You clamped your hands around his arms, shoving him down with your entire weight. He thrashed on instinct.

FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK -

The chains coiled around his arms and waist. They forced his arms up, wrapping around his wrists and pinning them to the wrought metal headboard while another chain slithered around his waist and latched onto the bed frame. Then you were shoving down on him again, straddling him and pinning him to the bed with your hands on his chest. He writhed still, but it’s not like he could go anywhere. The most he could do was thrash his head, arch his back, and helplessly kick his legs behind you. Anything else had him straining against rattling metal chains with virtually no give.

When he realised this, it seemed to hit him with the force of a punch. He stopped suddenly and stared up at you, chest heaving, eyes comically wide, a beautiful mix of utter shock and fury blended across his face.

He was completely vulnerable and at your mercy.

You’d done it.

You’d fucking done it.

An uncontrollable grin split across your face. “HA! I fucking got you, BITCH!”

You took a deep breath as you looked down at him, taking in this victory, you did it. You actually managed to pin down and chain up the murderous dream demon himself and have him underneath you, spread out and ripe for the taking. You wished you had a camera to capture this but you know it is ultimately unnecessary, that this image is going to be burned into your mind forever.

His expression shifted, less taken back and more anger and annoyance. “Yeah, you sure as shit did. You proved whatever little point you were tryna make, now let me up.”

It was your turn to laugh, a shake of your head before saying, “Hmm no. I don’t think I will.”

You stared down at him, hands on his chest still, drumming your fingers and letting silence overtake for a moment just the pair of you staring at each other.

You could see the gears turning in his head, wondering how long you were going to keep this up. It hasn’t hit him yet just how fucked he is, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling, this is so great. He waits. You don’t relent or give him an inch, you say nothing.

He rolls his eyes and says, “Real fuckin’ funny now cut the shit-”

You half snorted and reached out, you snatched his hat off of his head and brought it up, inspecting it for a moment, turning it over in your hands before looking down at him, “Yeah I agree it IS real fuckin’ funny but I don’t think I will.”

You put his hat on, adjusting it by the brim as you said, “I’d be a total idiot to pass up this golden opportunity, especially when I’ve been working so hard for it.”

He did not look amused at all as he asked, “Working so hard for what?”

“Oooh so glad you asked Freddy.” You sighed, you moved your hips, sliding back to find him still hard as you ground on him. You noticed the flicker of lust in his gaze and were sure he was fighting the urge to try and grind back up into you. “See I got just so fucking tired of how you were treating me. Just constant teasing with no relief in sight so I thought maybe you should get a taste of your own medicine.”

This was the part you were most excited for, to see if it would work, you could conjure it in dreams without him after all. You hoped with him chained down and helpless and you calling the shots you could and so you moved down. “Maybe I should be in charge for a change-”

Sliding back until you weren’t straddling him but were between his legs, your hand pushed his sweater up and your mouth and tongue tracing down. You were teasing him for once, chest passing over his clothed erection on your way making his breath catch audibly when you pressed closer into him. The egotistical fucker thought you were about to give him head, if only he knew what was in store.

“-and just maybe I could-”

It works. You feel it then, the straps secured over your hips, the weight of it heavy between your legs, just what you were looking for. Your eyes were trained on his face, he was watching you, so close to pressing your mouth to him through the layer of his pants. Instead you sit up on your knees between his thighs suddenly, showing off your little surprise and finishing your sentence at the same time.

“-take you down a peg.” You say the last part loudly and proudly with another grin. Your fingers hooked in the straps of tonight’s main implement of torture, tugging it up just a little, making the weighty silicone dildo jutting out from between your legs bob from the movement.

And there was that shocked look on his face again. Priceless.

Again, you could see him struggling to believe what he was seeing. As if the possibility was too ludicrous to consider, so outside of anything he would’ve expected from you. It just had you grinning even wider.

He flicked his gaze from your face, down to the strap, to your face again, then the chains holding him in place. Then back to the strap and then your face. You fought the urge to laugh. “You’ve gotta be fuckin with me,” he muttered.

“That’s the plan.” You wiggled your hips, making the green-and-red striped dildo bob again for emphasis.

He yanked on the chains, rattling them and the headboard, but they offered no give. He bared his teeth at you. “Think you’re so fuckin clever, huh?”

“I do, actually.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

The look on his face became furious again. Not furious at what you were doing, not at the prospect of what you were going to do - but furious at the prospect of his pride being so severely wounded. How could you, a powerless human, possibly have him, a literal demon and the thing of nightmares, at your mercy? It was ridiculous. It was almost insulting.

That was the whole idea.

“Let’s get to it then, huh?” You gave the dildo a gentle pat. Freddy scoffed - until your hands went to his waist and started unbuckling his pants. He started thrashing again. Or as much as he could with the chain around his waist. He was squirming at best. A string of muttered curses and insults left his mouth, along with a few colourful little threats that had you rolling your eyes. Yes, yes, you’re very scary and intimidating, especially all tied up like this, soooo scary.

You hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged down, pulling the pants down his thighs. “Stop fucking kicking, you’re just drawing this out.”

As if you didn’t intend to draw this out as long as possible…

Somehow, eventually, you managed to get his pants off entirely. You took in the sight - Freddy chained by the wrists and waist to the bed, sweater shoved up his stomach, scarred skin and achingly hard cock on display, his expression twisted in fury and pride.

Oh yeah, you were definitely going to enjoy this.

You purse your lips in thought. “I don’t suppose I can get you to suck this bad boy, can I?”

“Try it, and I’ll fuckin bite it off.”

“Grumpy.” You waggled a finger at him. He practically hissed at you. God, you were relishing this. No wonder he took so much joy in mocking you and teasing you and denying you. It was delicious.

“Alright then. How about you summon up some lube for us?”

“Awww, so you really do care? I’m touched.” His voice practically dripped with sarcasm. Of course, the sarcasm was nowhere to be found when you leaned over him, caging him in and letting the head of the dildo brush up his abdomen. He went rigid, eyes widening as he stared up at you. As if he hadn’t quite been expecting that.

“Of course I care,” you said sweetly. “I want this to last for a goooood long while. Not to mention I don’t actually want to hurt you with this. Quite the opposite.” You paused. “And I don’t have a death wish trying to get this thing in your ass dry. So. The lube?”

He grinned up at you. “Can’t summon it yourself, toots?”

“Hey, this is a collaborative effort. You should get to contribute, too.” You grinned at him just as he had. Tit for tat, and all that.

A long moment passed. He stared up at you. You stared down at him. A silent little battle of wills to see who would give in first.

Freddy’s mouth twisted.

And then a bottle of lube popped into existence, perfectly balanced on the edge of the headboard. You beamed at him. “See? I knew you could do it!”

“Rub it in, bitch. See where it gets you.”

He was making this so fucking easy… “Don’t worry, baby, that’s not the only thing I’ll be rubbing in tonight.” You waved the lube at him as you said it. The look on his face suggested that he was finally starting to realise what it was like to be around him.

You dramatically popped the lid on the tube open, and the little noise echoed around the space. Your hand holding the bottle tipped it forward, your other hand a few inches below it, catching the stream of lube that began to pour out. Once satisfied with the amount you put the bottle upright, clicking it closed one handed as your thumb rubbed over the pads of your fingers, spreading the cool lube around.

You set the bottle aside but still in reach, one hand hooking under his knee and bringing up one of his legs as you put it over your thigh. Lube slicked fingers moved down between your bodies and that had him jerking under you, he barked out, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

You laughed lightly before saying, “Prepping you? Or should I just slam it in as is?”

Him still wiggling, as little as he could, was not a deterrent and didn’t stop you as two fingers found just what you were looking for and circled his hole. That had all movement from him stop, he was tense as you rubbed, you kept your eyes trained on his face, taking in every reaction.

You were so excited it was a little hard not to rush but you made yourself take some time for this part. Soon enough though your first finger slowly pushed forward, breached him with relative ease, he felt hot, so damn hot. It was shocking because he normally ran really hot, skin felt almost blazing but now that part of you was inside of him, and damn was that an exciting thought, it made his skin seem almost cold in comparison. You were used to him feeling so rough wherever you touched him, scarred skin seemingly went on for miles and stretched everywhere but inside, he felt so smooth.

You also couldn’t help commenting, “Holy shit you’re tight.”

His expression was previously tense but you saying that had his face changing to a mix of mild confusion and indignation, “You sound so shocked.”

“I am a little bit to be honest.” You admitted with a half shrug and a smile as you slide your finger in deeper, he pushed, “Why’s that exactly?”

“I dunno, just didn’t think-wait.” You paused. Eyebrows raised excitement clear in your eyes, “Are you saying that I shouldn’t be shocked?”

You were staring at each other for a moment until he caught onto where you were going and he started to protest, “No, no don’t you-”

“Oh my God, the dream demon supreme Freddy fucking Krueger has bottomed before! Of fucking course! How did I never realise?” You were grinning now, curling your finger inside of him in such a way that had his head falling back onto the pillow, eyes up to the ceiling as he groaned out, clearly annoyed, “Fuuuuuuck yooooou.”

“Patience, patience.” You sing-songed out. “We’ll get there, I promise.”

You choose that as your moment to add the second finger, slipping it in along with the first and you get rewarded for your sense of timing and boldness with a curse from him. You really settle in then. Working your lubed fingers in and out over and over, curling them on occasion, scissoring them to make sure you were actually stretching him in a way that would make the false cock affixed to you easier for him to take.

You could not stop looking at him. The way his eyes weren’t as focused, the change in his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest and how you’d occasionally feel him tense. A lot of the bite was taken out of him at the moment, he was oddly quiet, so unlike him but not necessarily unwelcome. You’d have him screaming for you soon enough.

“You alright there Fred?” You asked in a rather teasing tone that had him scowling. As if you speaking broke the spell and reminded him of what was really happening and the events leading up to it, reminding him that YOU were the one doing it to him.

“I’m fucking fine.” He snapped and you bit back a laugh. “Yeah you seem great. What do you think, time for a third finger?”

You didn’t wait for a response as you did just as you said, working in a third digit, making him inhale sharply, “Fuck!”

“Mmm too much?” You asked and he bit back, “No way, s’ nothing.”

Nothing. Sure sounded like nothing when his tone was so sharp and he responded so quickly. Your eyes broke away from his, looking down at his achingly hard cock currently dribbling a mess of pre-cum onto his stomach before your eyes flicked back up to his, smile still playing at your lips. He opened his mouth to respond verbally but you moved your finger in and out harder and that made any words stop short. He chose the way to get across his feelings by throwing up both middle fingers on his hands still chained to the headboard and that got the biggest laugh of the night so far from you.

He was still being so defiant. This was so fun. You could hardly wait to really wreck him.

It seemed like he was ready and it was time for you to move on. You slipped your fingers out which had him letting out what might be mistaken for a small gasp if he didn’t smother it as quickly as he did. Your other hand picked up the bottle, snapping it open the same way you had before, pouring a generous amount into your open palm. Your hand wrapped around the shaft of your fake cock and jerked it slowly, spreading the mess as your eyes peek to steal a glance at his face. He seemed to be fully aware this was really happening now and the look on his face was fucking fantastic.

You were satisfied with the amount of lube on the strap but you brought your hand back down, fingers between his cheeks. Your fingers were still very coated and you spread as much as you could over him, wanting to make this as smooth a ride as possible.

“You ready for the ride of your life?” You asked confidently and he scoffed, “Yeah I’m real sure it’s going to be life changing.”

He didn’t sound convinced and you asked, “Don’t you mean AFTERlife changing?”

“I fucking hate you.” He deadpanned.

“Awe, no. You love me. Especially after what I am about to do to you.” Your hand brought his other leg over your other thigh, one hand on his hip to help hold him steady as you gripped the base of the toy.

You needed a second. Really take in the fact that well, you were about to take him.

He was spread out like a fucking meal below you and you were about to fuck him. After countless nights of him touching and fucking you stupid you were about to give him a taste of what it was like to be on the receiving end.

You needed to savour this because there was a good chance that once he got out of these chains he would make it so you could never do anything even close to this again, if he let you live.

No more wasting time, you gripped his hip a little harder and moved your hips forward and he spoke up.

“This is your last chance.” Your eyes met his. “If you give this up now I might go easy on you.”

You considered it for maybe half a second but you knew he was bullshitting and if you let him out now who knows what he would do to you. A soft smile on your face as you shake your head and say simply, “Nah, I’m good.”

You push forward hard and slip the head of the dildo inside him in one fluid motion that has his fists clenching. “Shit-”

“Thanks though.’ You said sincerely as you slowly sank more of yourself, of the strapon inside of him. You needed to commit all of this to memory. Him attempting to arch, lips parted, eyes wide and his thighs tensing over yours, God, this was getting to him already.

You got about halfway when your hand let go of the base of the shaft, coming to your hip you adjusted the pull tab and tightened hot it was sitting on you and then it was time for your breath to catch.

You’d thought so carefully about choosing just the right kind of strap on. This one had something on the inside just for you, something to help increase your enjoyment of this act even more as well as ensure your own satisfaction. A small vibrator that lined up just right to stimulate your clitoris beautifully. Even better still was the fact that it was pressure and touch sensitive. It doesn’t go off unless it is touching skin and the more pressure applied, the harder the vibration, it was just like one of your most beloved vibrators in real life tucked away in your nightstand. It’s the kind of toy that makes you feel thankful to live in the times we do, the kind that makes you wanna bow down and thank fuck that technology has gotten to this point.

Bless mechanically enhanced orgasms.

When you tightened that tab before, it pulled the strap close enough to finally set off that wonderful piece of silicone pressed to you and it felt good. You were already so excited from the earlier make out and groping but mostly from the rest. From the shift in power, seeing him laid out like this, feeling inside of him, you were more than ready.

You bit your bottom lip, hand on his outer thigh as you pushed in deeper, doing so making the toy press more flush as you took it deeper, the vibration increased and you moaned softly. “Mmmf yesss-”

Your eyes were still glued to his face, watching the expression shift as you made him take more still. You got in about halfway before pulling back out, leaving just the head in, it made the vibration calm down on the pull out, more of a tease before your hips bucked forward increasing it again. Fuck was it a good feeling. You fucked him slowly, easy pace, with just the first half of the dildo, enjoying the easy ebb and flow of the vibration, working on finding your rhythm.

“Is this all you got?” He asked and your eyes hardened as you responded. “Not by a long shot but I was being nice, easing you into it.”

“Please, I’m not gonna fuckin’ break.” You took that as a challenge.

“Oh is that so?” You asked and he affirmed with a nod far too confident for someone in his position to have, he said “Yup.”

He popped the ‘p’ as he did so before he continued on, “I don’t think you got it in you to be able to hurt me.”

God, he was asking for it.

“The night is young. I can make you eat those words.” The hardest snap of your hips so far that made his body jerk under you, his cock slapping lightly against his stomach and something akin to a groan slipped out from between his lips.

This was too much fun.

You ramped it up then. That hard thrust felt really fucking good. You gripped him, one hand on his hip, the other still on his thigh, nails biting into scarred flesh as you rocked into him, sliding in and out harder, making him take almost the whole length of your false cock.

His breathing was laboured, his body moving on the sheets below as much as it could, which definitely was not much at all, a thought that made you clench around nothing and buck your hips harder. Every forward thrust increased your pleasure, the vibration increased and you were starting to allow the pleasure to show, moaning out, head tipping back as you focused on the feelings washing through you.

“You’re getting off on this pretty fuckin’ hard.” His rough voice cut through the relative silence other than the sound of skin on skin, the bedsprings and breathing as well as the wet squelch of lube and you working in and out of him.

“Yeah, s’ good.” You pant lightly, really good.

“Too good. No way you just, fuck-” A hard thrust making his sentence break off before he took a deep breath and pressed forward, “-just like the view this much.”

You huffed out a laugh, “Dunno, pretty good view from where I am.”

A particularly good thrust has you moaning louder, a spike in pleasure shooting up your spine, your thighs felt sticky already from how much you were leaking. “But there is somethin’ else.”

You admitted, he hummed questioning, his eyes were half lidded, you fucked with the angle and pulled a groan he clearly hadn’t wanted to escape from him, it makes you smile. “Maybe there’s something on the other side just for me.”

He catches on quickly.

The vibrator is powerful but it’s also whisper quiet, you aren’t surprised he couldn’t hear it.

“Well didn’t you think of everything.”

You moaned again, “I did.” You were only a few minutes into this but you could feel the pleasure building, rising. It has been God knows how long since your last proper, full orgasm, one that wasn’t denied or ruined cruelly by the monster below you.

Your body was begging for it, alight with pleasure and feeling, hungry for release. You were so turned on, you were getting off on all of it. How he looked, the shift in power, the entire situation as well as the actual sensation between your thighs as well.

He knew your tells all too well by this point. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare bitch.” He sounded harsh, serious, but not as much as usual, how hard he was breathing and the strain to his voice cutting through his tone.

You bite your bottom lip again, “Don-don’t what?” you asked playing dumb.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He said more firmly, trying to inject more venom into his tone and for once, failing.

It makes you throb, pushes you further. “Why not?” You question. You snap your hips harder again, you hold all the way inside of him and grind, it feels heavenly. “And what, ohhh, what are you gonna do to stop me?”

The real answer was nothing. There was nothing he could do to stop you at this moment. He still was going to try though. He started with the threats. “If you cum tonight it’ll be the last time you ever do.”

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at that, “Mmm I’m so sure.” You were getting dangerously close now, almost totally out of breath, nearly there.

“I mean it, don’t you do it slut! Listen to me-” He was fighting back again, attempting to thrash below you but you weren’t going to let him throw your rhythm off now, not when that ultimate pleasure was in your reach. Your hands grip his sides, they slide up and push hard on his chest, holding him down, putting all your energy into keeping your hips moving, keeping this feeling coming.

The pace and pressure were toe curling perfect, each full slam inside allowed a big burst of strong vibration and each pull out easing up enough to create a wave, up down, up down and on it goes as you go in out, in out.

“M’ real scared.” You breathed out, eyes half lidded, lips parted and you weren’t listening anymore.

You register him saying something else but you don’t know what and you don’t care. You cut him off, eyes falling closed as you grit out, “Fuck you Krueger.”

And finally, dear lord, finally, blissfully, you cum.

It had been well over a month, closer to two in the making and it is so strong, so delicious it is honestly nearly worth the wait. It starts low, begins in your clit and makes you clench around nothing, warmth and pleasure radiating out, making your thighs tremble and your nails dig into his chest. It steals your breath and makes your brows furrow, a sharp gasp as the first big wave of it crests and you hold still, as deep as you can in him. It’s practically too much but also just right, just enough, intense but not overly so and you need more. Your hips move, short, shallow thrusts, barely moving, more grinding against him as you ride it out. Lips still parted an open mouthed smile breaks out, a half-laugh and half-moan ringing out as if you were in disbelief over how fucking good it felt to have this, to let go, cum uninterrupted.

Freddy watched you in complete, utter silence, his gaze burning against your skin as you let yourself simmer in the pleasure. Once it had faded, died down to a few remaining sparks and embers, you shifted your attention back to him. And gave him the biggest, cheeriest grin you could summon.

“Having fun yet?” You gave one of his thighs a gentle pat. He jerked under you, jangling the chains and straining. You snapped your hips, slamming back into him with no warning. His body arced so hard you thought his spine might snap, and his cock twitched and spilled more precum onto his stomach. The hem of his sweater was getting messy. And God, what a fucking sight that was.

You pressed down on his hips to leverage yourself over him, aligning yourself just so as you set a new, freshly punishing pace. The vibe reactivated, low but persistent, perfect after the first mind-breaking orgasm in such a long time. You moaned. Freddy, on the other hand, seemed desperate not to make a single damn sound. Teeth clenched, staring up at the ceiling, hands curled into fists and chest heaving.

Well, you could change that.

You kept one hand on his hips. With the other, you grabbed him by the cock and stroked, hard and forceful and painful. Something between a choke and a moan burst out from him. His head fell back, and you pumped him harshly a few times as you thrust into him before snatching your hand away completely.

As if on instinct, his hips thrust up into empty air. Or, at least, they tried to. With you shoving down on his hips and the chain around his waist, all he managed was a slight wiggle.

His head snapped back up, eyes blazing.

“Having trouble?” you mocked.

You thrust hard, and the vibration spiked, almost making you falter because fuck it was so fucking good.

“What the fuck are you-?”

“Come on, Freddy, it’s not that hard to figure out. I’m denying you. You know? Denying? Not letting you have what you want? You do it to me alllll the time.” You grabbed one of his legs, feeling him tensing under you, and manoeuvred him so the false cock would hit deeper.

And you were rewarded with another involuntary noise before he caught himself and promptly shut up. Though he was obviously struggling.

Your own pleasure was steadily increasing, building back up again and getting closer to a second release with each thrust. You grabbed him by the sweater and yanked him down at the same moment you rolled your hips. A bolt of pleasure had you gasping. He squirmed relentlessly, either trying to get away or grind further down, you couldn’t tell. Not that you cared. Not when this was about you, when it felt this good, when your thighs were slick and trembling again as you neared the edge.

“Ready for round two?” You sounded a little winded as you said it.

Freddy stared at you in disbelief. “Already?”

“Yes, already. It feels so good, so fucking good.” You preened a little as you said it, letting a breathy moan escape you and letting him see just how much you were enjoying this.

You slammed into him mercilessly. And once again, he writhed as if it would be any different this time, as if he’d be able to move a little more and get away or do anything. His breath was coming in short, stuttered gasps. It was a beautiful sound, one you were sure to commit to memory.

“Ooooooo I’m gonna cum again,” you moaned. So close so close so close -

“Fucking-!”

You grabbed his cock again and squeezed. And he yelped, full-on yelped, as you nearly bottomed out and hit your breaking point. For a second time, pleasure burst through you. It was almost better than the first. You threw your head back, moaning aloud, stilling for a moment before moving again. You rode it this time, each thrust enhancing the pleasure more and more, building it and adding an extra, perfect edge that almost had you whimpering from how good it felt.

It felt so good after having been denied so much for so long. There may have been a demon pinned and writhing and panting beneath you, but you might as well have been in heaven.

You didn’t stop as you came down from the high, the vibration allowing a constant pleasure to hum along your veins. A beautiful contrast to the past months.

And Freddy knew it, too.

“Enjoying it, slut?” he hissed.

“Aw, feeling jealous?” You rubbed your thumb along the head of his cock, rubbed the tip, and that had Freddy’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, you know. You did this yourself.”

“Please.”

You knew he meant it in dismissal, but you couldn’t help but grab onto the opportunity. “Oh? Begging, are we?”

“Keep dreaming,” he snapped.

You pulled your hand away from his cock, and he tried - rather pathetically - to thrust up into nothingness.

You grabbed the lube bottle again. “How about we make a deal?” you said. He eyed you suspiciously as you pulled out of him completely to lube the false cock back up. “You beg. You beg like your life fucking depends on it, and maybe, maybe, I’ll let you cum.”

The glare he shot you was sharper than any blade he’d pressed into your skin.

“I don’t beg for anyone.”

You shrugged and set the lube aside again. “Your loss. How about we go for a third then?”

He snapped his mouth open as if to retort, but you pressed back in with a single harsh thrust. And instead of a retort, a stuttering moan escaped instead.

You did intend to get yourself a third orgasm, but you were determined to make him desperate this time. Make him moan, get him close, and then cruelly deny him what he’d denied you. Until he had no choice but to start begging.

A shift of your hips, a shift of his hips, and this time when you thrust, his entire body jolted and strained, eyes screwing shut with a groan. Ahhh yeah, right there. Perfect. You slid your grasp to his thighs and used them as leverage as you rocked into him, making sure to hit that spot over and over again, making sure he felt every inch dragging in and out.

And as you ruthlessly fucked him, Freddy started to shudder underneath you.

It sent satisfaction and a punch of lust curling through your core. He may have been resisting as much as he could, he may have been hurling insults and being the brattiest bottom you’d ever encountered. But he was starting to break.

You just had to push him a little more.

One hand went to his cock again. You made sure your grip was tight and almost painful as you jerked him off. He was panting, sucking air between his teeth as he bit into his bottom lip in an attempt to keep from making noise. Desperate. Desperately trying to resist.

You let go of his cock. Then shifted, leaned over him, and grabbed him by the throat.

His eyes flew open and he instantly started writhing as you choked him. His hips rolled, and you weren’t sure whether he was trying to thrust up or grind down. You quickly shifted again, hand going from his throat to his cock as you slammed against that spot inside of him.

The hoarse cry that left him had you shuddering with pleasure.

God, yes, now we were getting somewhere.

Any time he would try to clamp down, try to stay quiet, you’d grab his throat and squeeze until he was wheezing and gasping for air, mouth forced open, then hit him extra hard and force another delicious cry from him. He sounded so good like this, desperate and needy and unable to stop himself.

A third orgasm was building up faster than you thought.

But between the vibrations and the noises he was making, it shouldn’t have been a surprise.

You picked up the pace. His body jerked like a ragdoll with each thrust, and each pant had become dangerously close to a moan. Every time you stroked his dick without warning, you earned the most viscerally satisfying noise from him.

You were fucking close. “How you doing there, Fred? Close?” You punctuated the word with another thrust. Whatever response he was going to make was lost in an incomprehensible sound of pained pleasure. Heat pulsed through you. “You gonna start begging?”

“NO!” he shouted, the word torn from him with another harsh roll of your hips. Still refusing to beg, even with how obviously close he was, how he was steadily teetering towards the edge while your own release hurtled towards you.

Fuck, God, you were going to -

“That’s a fucking shame.” You came with a last thrust, yanking your hand away from his cock and stilling so he got nothing while you stole a third orgasm. He practically screamed in frustration, desperately gyrating his hips for any hint of friction. You clamped your hands down on his hips and pinned him in place while heat simmered and sparked through you.

Denying him while indulging yourself.

It was perfect.

His muscles were tense and coiled beneath you, trembling uncontrollably as he watched your ecstasy. He was furious, nearly spitting in rage. And yet there was an edge to it, something you’d never seen before, something helpless and frustrated and bizarre to see on him.

For a split second, you thought he was about to start crying.

Freddy fucking Krueger. The Springwood Slasher, the dream demon, the vengeful ghost, the urban legend, the thing that went bump in the night.

Had nearly been reduced to tears of frustration because of you.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he snarled.

He wanted to be a bitch? Fine. Then you could be a bitch right fucking back.

You bared your own teeth at him, shifting to lean over him again. You curled your fingers around his throat and applied just the slightest bit of pressure, not enough to cut off his air supply but enough to make his breath catch.

“You don’t get to fucking bitch and whine when I told you exactly what you needed to do,” you hissed. “Beg, and you get to cum. Don’t beg, and I leave you high and dry. It’s a simple fucking instruction, Krueger. And I’m not fucking letting you cum until you fucking beg me to.”

His eyes were wide as saucers. A pretty silvery-blue look of utter shock.

And for a long moment, neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved. There was only the sound of your mutual heavy breathing.

And then, softly, so softly you thought you might’ve imagined it -

“Please.”

You tilted your head. “What was that?”

Freddy grit his teeth and cringed, lip curling as if it physically pained him to say it. “Please,” he muttered. He somehow managed to sound both pathetically desperate and half-hearted at the same time.

You slid your hand up from his neck to his chin, tilting his face up to look at you. Much in the same way he would do to you with that glove. “I think you can do better than that.”

You could see him have to fight the urge to roll his eyes and he muttered something, probably a curse under his breath aimed at you before he speaks again and the words are devoid of the proper emotion. He doesn’t sound contrite. It is like he is just saying the words hoping that would be good enough. “Please let me cum.”

It would be impressive the way he managed it other than his still laboured breathing but you wanted all of it. Him just saying the fucking words was not good enough.

You sighed, “C’mon Fred. Where is your passion?” You asked, hands clutching his shoulders and pushing him down as you thrust forward, another directed him to his prostate that pulled a loud moan from him. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting it.

“Make me believe you want it, let me feel your frustration.” You prompted with another hard roll of your hips causing him to almost yelp out, “Please!”

Better. Definitely better.

“Mmm not quite there. Let’s try and get you where I want.” You lean forward, you are tempted to kiss him but think he might bite you still so you hold back. You pull him down again, another thrust and how much closer you were pressed his cock between your body and his, providing some very much needed extra stimulation to hopefully get the result you wanted.

“Shi-please?” He sounded breathless, and you were eating it up. You shake your head and cluck your tongue sympathetically, “Nope.”

You popping the ‘P’ like he had earlier, mocking him was too much fun especially when he couldn’t retaliate in any serious way.

You pick this as the moment to get what you want. You are craving another orgasm yourself honestly. You sit up, hands dragging down his chest, his sides, until they are gripping his hips firmly once more and you set a steady pace.

Each thrust is purposeful, sure, very confident as the pleasure spiked in yourself.

It only took a few more short minutes and some verbal encouragement from you for his entire body to be tense as could be and him chanting out, “Please, fuck, please, lemme cum-” in time with your thrusts.

He was sounding needy, much better than he did previously, eyes were squeezed shut and nearly drooling, you never thought you would see him like this and you were loving it holy shit. You were so sensitive, extremely worked up, clit was so sensitive and thighs were drenched and the view and obscene sounds of skin on skin and his begging was aiding you, pulling you closer to the edge so fast.

You spit into your hand and wrapped it around his shaft tightly. You jerked him off in time with the rhythm of your hips, you were short of breath as you asked, “You wanna cum?”

His eyes cracked open, pleading as he looked up at you, “Yes, shit, yes okay? Fuck-Please-please-”

His voice sounded so rough, so perfect. You wouldn’t be long.

“Yeah? M’ getting close, gonna cum together. Yes, yes, get ready-” You taunted, your hand that wasn’t jacking him off was under his thigh, hauling his leg up, letting yourself really assault his prostate and he gasped. A nod, “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop-”

You wanted to hear that on repeat. Freddy panting out “don’t stop”, it might be the hottest thing you’d ever heard. The climb was quick for you.

While he knew your tells, you’d been paying attention the whole time you’d been seeing him, his own end was obvious, you could see it coming.

Which meant that you were able to time this next part perfectly.

“Close, close, fuck, Freddy, gonna cum-” You moaned and you knew he was far gone when he matched and mirrored the moan in passion and nearly in pitch.

This was going to be too fun.

A few more hard thrusts and you feel his cock throb in your palm and you knew it was now. You dropped his leg, your hand let him go, letting his cock slap against his stomach hard as you pulled out suddenly. He went wide eyed, mouth fell open, you watched the shift in his expression, the way he seemingly couldn’t process what you’d just done to him.

Next your hand was wrapping around the toy, so quick, no time wasted, jerking it off, keeping the vibration going for yourself, ensuring your pleasure while denying his. You came to the best sight of the night. Freddy still chained down and barely able to move, trying to thrash, cursing up a storm as he came.

Or well tried to.

He ruined and he ruined hard. Hole empty, fists clenched and his cock leaking out his load of cum pathetically all over his own stomach and the edge of his sweater. “You stu-stupid fuckin’ cunt! How could you-you bitch!”

You came so hard listening to him losing his mind at what you’d just done to him. All the pleasure that he could have, lost, gone in an instant, cum spilled and cock still hard he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

You almost thought maybe this was too mean. But that didn’t last long. You remember all those nights you were in his shoes and he deserved worse than just one night of this. You wished you could subject him to as much denial and pain that he put you through.

One thing at a time though.

Once you stopped shaking, once your orgasm had risen and fell and honestly felt incredible, matched the others so far beautifully, catching your breath you reached out again.

Your hand wrapped around his cock that had just stopped leaking cum, your other hand guided your strap and you slammed back into him, balls deep, all the way making him let out a half scream. His eyes had been closed and they flew open upon you doing this, your hand still on his shaft began to work.

Your thumb and middle finger pinching the space where head meets shaft and your pointer finger is flicking up and down between frenulum and tip, his own cum serving as lube, focusing on literally the most sensitive part of his dick post ruin.

The response was immediate.

He sobbed.

He actually fucking sobbed. He sounded, wrecked, hands pulled weakly at the chains making them barely creek, a shaky inhale in, trying to rein in his reaction and failing. His breathing is erratic, his feels are digging into the mattress behind you, he is going to buck away from your hand. You let the strap rest in him and your hand doesn’t ease up.

Your finger moving with purpose, flicking up and down, up and down, before you ask in a tone of mock concern, “You alright there Freddy?”

You then bring it home, swirling your finger right over his tip several times with a single rock of your hips that you know drags against his prostate.

He chokes out a painful sounding “No!” It tears from his throat and makes your cunt clench, causes you to leak more.

“No?” You ask softly and sweetly, finger back to flicking up and down, thumb and middle finger slipping and sliding from all the cum, running along the sensitive ridge of the head of his cock.

Your eyes were down, looking at your slippery hand toying with him when you felt it. His whole body is shaking and you look up to his face at hearing the hiccupping breath.

You did it.

He was crying. Actual tears, overstimulation and pain too much to bear and you simply say his name, “Freddy-”

And it all comes pouring out of him.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m fuckin’ sorry okay?! Shit, stop it, stop it, s’ too much! I can’t take it-” Another sob before he continues babbling, “-it hurts, it really fuckin’ hurts, let go, please, please, I’ll do anything-”

There it was.

Your hand paused. Smile curling over your face, “Anything?” You repeated sounding utterly delighted.

“Yes, yes, anything-” He was so far gone he didn’t know what he was saying now.

You had him right where you wanted. But what were you going to do with him?

“Mmm, you sound really sorry.” You hummed out and he agreed, a sniff and another furious nod and you took his hat off. Holding it with one hand the other wiping over your forehead, it was sweaty work breaking him like this.

“So I think I just might take pity on you.”

“Really?” He asked, still breathless and you placed his hat back on, your hand coming up, tasting some of his cum off of your fingers, sucking lightly as you paused for dramatic effect before affirming, “Really.”

He sighed in relief, body sagging below you, eyes falling closed. He didn’t see you grin.

Didn’t see your hand slowly reaching back to his half hard cock.

You always kept your promises. You really were going to stop.

In another five minutes or so.

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