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Loki | Disney+ May 2021

#loml

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*Kicks your door down*

BEXIBUS

May I have a fic w Freddy and the Reader on /his/ birthday and he's not expecting them to do anything for him but they surprise him? And uh maybe they put a lil icing on their titties for him to lick off?

And could I maybe??? Get a tiny bit of fluff w Reader booping icing on his nose and letting him know they'll never forget his birthday and they love him sksjfjs

Thank u v much for the chance 🥺

-Vic/TML

PS. May you dream of Freddy tonight and put ur cake in his face if yk what I mean.

Oh Vic baby, I know it has been a minute since you sent this in but it IS Robert Englund’s birthday today so I thought it was finally time to do this! Been a bit since the last Freddy moment, so I hope you enjoy it along with everyone else! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.4K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Pet Names. Lucid Dreaming. Sweetness. Surprising Freddy. Nipple Play. Food Play. Implied Oral Sex. Banter. Teasing. Freddy Being Freddy. Mild Knife Play. Domestic Fantasy. Lingerie. Dress Up.

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“Birthday Surprise.” 

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It wasn’t easy to find out what day it was, it took some serious research and effort on your part but damn it, he was worth it. He had never brought up the day and you were positive there was a reason for that but it didn’t deter you, the risk felt worth the potential reward. He was surprisingly very giving to you in many respects, seemed that good moods were striking him more often than not and he was very willing to treat you, any sort of desire you had, sexual or otherwise he was willing to meet, seemingly loving and feeding off the positive energy it drew from you. So naturally you wanted to return those efforts back to him, put a smile on his face, show him that you were just as invested as he was. 

The first way you wanted to do this was by celebrating his birthday, you had a feeling no one ever put forth much care into giving a fuck about him in any serious regard and certainly not about that, or if they had, he hadn’t even alluded to it, but you could fix that. You could make him feel special, make him feel like how he made you feel, make him feel important. 

You know this was a complex thing, hell emotions seemed to be a touchy subject on the best of days but you had a good feeling about this. You worked on lucid dreaming, on getting your skills up so far to be able to accomplish what you had in mind, and thankfully, hard work was paying off. 

He was always aware of when you fell asleep. He would feel it, be able to reach out and pull you to him. He also had a habit of liking to watch, he’d find you dreaming about whatever mundane bullshit and indulge in watching you for a minute or two before dragging you into a nightmare of his making or the boiler room, whatever setting he wished so when he reached out and found you tonight, he was surprised. 

There you were, in a much different setting then he usually found you. A brightly lit, vintage looking kitchen, you in an apron and seemingly not much else, and consumed in your current task. A quick look around showed you were deep into decorating a freshly baked and thoroughly cooled cake. God, you looked good enough to eat, better than the cake by far. He was looking you over, the thin and sheer material hugging over your ass and hips, the lace top stockings you wore, the heels, the sweet ruffled edged apron, it was doing everything possible to appeal to him. 

You were humming some tune he couldn’t place, the cake was on one of those stands that could spin, making it easier for you to ice it, turning it with one hand slowly while the other held the rubber spatula, spreading the light, airy and butter cream on the sides of the cake. He made himself known then. 

He slipped into the reality of our dream, right behind you, his hands placed on your waist, bare scarred skin on one side and leather and steel on the other. You didn’t jump, not even flinched, as if you were aware of his presence before he made it known, expecting, anticipating him. 

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little house spouse.” He purred into your ear and you grinned, “Heya Freddy.”

“Hiya sweetheart.” You feel his lips brush the shell of your ear and you lean closer back into him, “How you doing tonight?”

“How do you think I’m doing after coming into this?” His question was just what you were expecting, you finished doing the basic ice and had picked up the piping bag to do some serious detailing, “Oh doing pretty damn good I imagine.” 

“You know me too well.” He said easily, watching as you artfully swooped the icing on the sides, “So what’s with playing Susie homemaker? You got a kink you never shared with the class or somethin’?”

You laugh, a shake of your head as you work on quickly finishing up the lettering up top now that the edges were piped,  “No, no, nothing like that. Just heard what day it was and thought it would be nice to spoil you.” 

“Oh? And what day is it?” He asked and you finished up, piping bag set down, you picked up the cake and turned in his grip, holding out the two layered confection you’d spent so much time on, “A day to celebrate you.” 

His hands still sitting on your hips he read the pretty dark pink icing scrawled on top spelling out, “Happy Birthday Freddy.” 

“You remembered?” He asked and your finger swiped over the edge of the cake, catching some icing you reached up and booped him on the nose before telling him, “Freddy, I’ll never forget your birthday. I love you.” 

He seemed to try to not be affected by your sweet words. Nor by when you leaned up and licked the small spot of sugary goodness from where you’d placed it. He tried to do what he always did, cover up serious emotion with jokes. 

“You know it is a little fucking weird to celebrate a dead man's birthday, right?” He deadpanned, a raise of the skin where his eyebrows should be, had they not been scorched off forever ago. You smiled, a shrug as you said, “Yeah I know but…I dunno, it might be stupid but I care about you a lot Freddy, wanted to do something nice for you, show you how much I care.” 

“You? Care about me?” He asked incredulously and you nodded, eyes downcast to the cake still in your hands.

You uttered, "You know I do, Freddy." He laughed, long and hard before exhaling in a fond one of voice, “Fuck, you are so stupid.”

He sighed and leaned in, a kiss to your forehead and you said, “Yeah, I really am.”

“Cutest, sweetest idiot I’ve ever tormented at least.” He pulled back, hands balled into fists and resting on his hips he asked, “So what kinda cake is it?”

You let the compliment he gave roll over you, the warmth sinking into you before the reply spills out, “Lemon sponge with a jam filling and a whipped raspberry buttercream.” 

“Look at you! So fancy. You tryna impress me with your pretentious ass dessert?” He asks with that smug grin and you pose your own question. “Is it working?” 

“Maybe. I’m not convinced though.” He teases and you turn at the waist, you set the cake back down on the counter and then you reach up behind your neck, you pinch one of the ends of the bow behind your spine, you tug and let it untie, allowing the top part of your apron to fall and expose your chest.

He is looking with great interest but not saying anything else, yet. You reach over and pick up the piping bag from before, you carefully squeeze some of the sweet and sticky substance onto your chest before turning your gaze up to his, looking up at him you ask, “Are you more willing to taste it when it’s served up like this?” 

“You really are spoiling me, hmm?” He didn’t waste time, hands are on your chest cupping ample flesh as he leans down, now at eye level, looking at the delicate swirls of pink, admiring how they stand out against your skin for a moment before that inhumanly long tongue comes out to play. He takes his time, he starts inward, curling around a hardening nipple before working his way out, cleaning up the mess you left along the way. He lets out a satisfied hum as he does, eventually his mouth closes on a hard peak and he sucks deeply, tongue swirls, teeth graze, blood meets sugar and your head swims. His mouth is like heaven and hell mixed and you are thoroughly and irrevocably addicted. Your hand is on the back of his neck as his mouth works from one side to the next, by the time he is done you are left breathless, feeling his hard shaft grinding on your thigh, you ask, “You wanna try the real deal yet?”

He is dropping to his knees, hands pushing up the bottom of your apron, his tone is gruff, he nips at your inner thigh as he tells you, “Later.”

You start to whine in protest but his gloved hand is on your ass, blades biting into ample flesh and he grits out, “It’s my birthday remember?”

As he mouths over your underwear you lean against the counter, head tipping back and any and all complaints and arguments you had promptly fly out of your head, content to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. It was HIS day after all. It’s the least you could do. Cake could wait. 

#BEX THANK YOU OMG #This is so great holy shit #the cake sounds like one of my favorite recipes too which is a lemon raspberry cake w cream cheese frosting #the outfit is so cute aaa #bex u did amazing this is perfect im kicking my little catboy feet #fav #tml rec

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My brain urgently needed Lester in a summer dress

Just look at this coquette

#bex showed me this and i need to show yall #baby baby baby baby boy #les #love of my fuckingggg liiiifeeee #im kissing him #op ur art is scrum diddly umptious

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#i barely update this blog but im rbing this bc somethings purring 🥴

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i love codependent relationships in fiction i love watching two messy people unforgivably in love with each other shatter the world around them i love seeing interpretations of love as a cosmic disastrous redemptive force i love watching love consume people whole i love looking at romantic relationships and going "oh that is so fucked up! good for them"

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I'm so curious to hear your thoughts!

Please don't vote if you don't like him, since it'll mess with the responses. Please reblog if you voted to circulate it to ppl in other timezones <3.

#hes my brother in law

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#non human in general #we got tree entities we got werewolves we got vampires #dragons and demons and angels and cat people and succubi and incubi and fair folk and gremlins #i also make them gay or ace/aro in some way #and they usually end up with their biggest personality trait being one of mine #and the good ole spicy brain whether thats neurodivergency or mento eelness

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Need Danny Johnson to straddle me, still clothed, and start grinding his hips against mine. Need him to choke me while he's lost in the pleasure of rutting into me, head tilted back for a moment, pretty throaty whines and grunts. I need this mf to hump me.

#i need him carnally

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#freddy and michael teehee

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Gotcha’ 🖤

{don’t repost or trace pls}

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simon "ghost" riley. 💀

#this man could choke me until i saw stars

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Scream: The Summoning sounds pretty damn cool!

Anyone who wants to do this is welcome to ♡

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

tagged by @fornhaus 🤍

tagging: @xellnikov @life-or-something-like-lt @brandnewhuman and anyone else wanting to do this

#if the summoning plays in the movie yk im riding ghostface #Spotify

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i can’t get over how HUGE this man is

#daddy 🥴 #please choke me

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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as Sandie LAST NIGHT IN SOHO (2021) dir. Edgar Wright

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Happy new year!

it is with a heavy heart that I announce my departure from writeblr.

This is not anything that anyone in particular has pushed me to do rather than several things over the year or so that I have been here.

The writing fandom is so full of hatred, judgment, drama, infighting, theft and toxicity and has taken a toll on not only my will to write but my mental health as well.

I will be spending the new year moving my docs to ao3 which I will link here shortly, but it is highly unlikely that I will return to tumblr to write or use other sites such as wattpad.

to the friends I have made here, thank you for everything and I will do my best to remain in contact with you all, I wish you nothing but the absolute best.

this blog will remain up as a sort of archive, it after my final requests are posted, I will no longer be updating here.

Thank you for being understanding and for all you have done for me.

with love,

Jones.

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“write what you know” me: ok