#freddy kruger 2010

[fresm-ay]

It's Halloween month so I'm drawing my favorite slasherss🤭

There are many OG Frason, but what about RE? I think they have some interesting dynamics;)

[imsodishy]

Honestly people seem to hype ST so much but tbh i am not that excited anymore nothing makes sense even the narrative, that stranger things had been planned out since the beginning (sure Jan) but yet the characters are having persona resets with each passing season, or didn't have that much of character development (when you compare some of them in their earlier seasons to the final season the characters are stagnant/redunant or just stay the same people yet for some reason they "earned" their happy ending 🤷🏻‍♀️ (not that i want them dead or anything just duffer brothers had dream/vision and that's it, definitely would have been different story if the story was lead by different people. (90% of the content is just nostalgia mixed with obsecure references to 80's/ early 90's) Yet when somebody points it out- the fandom Is screaming, crying and throwing up or they call "homages" when at the samé time it became the marvel version of it's own Story, S5 Will be dissapoiting keeping the expectations on the floor (people will realize the moment they will rewatch the whole show without breaks, duffers shoule be lucky their show Is experiencing own renaissance each two to three years or IT would be toho obvious to anyone.

Yeah. I am not watching S5 lol. If the duffers somehow manage to stick the landing on their shambling behemoth of cheap references and terrible hackery I will eat several hats. It's just not worth it.

There's no plan, there's no continuity, there's no hint of care from the duffers for anything other than the piles of money Netflix throws at them.

Stranger Things stopped being a TV show and turned into a hollow hype machine with a grossly inflated budget some time inbetween seasons 2 and 3, and you can quote me on that.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The nightmare under the dress

(Og)Fem!freddy/(Re)Fem!freddy x fem!reader

warning : tiny comfort, flirting if you look deep into it, implied wound, nightmare, no use of Y/n

Summary : Welcome to Springwood Kindergarten the new place for your child a place full of dreams…and two charming ladies who take care of the little ones and your dreams with lots of fun for everyone!

Info : This one-shot is based on the amazing and so brilliant art au (This Post) from the lovely and talented @fresm-ay check out the blog the art is just so good. Again thank you for letting do this and have fun reading everyone else too;)

gif by me

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The dark car drove towards the kindergarten, the morning still hanging over the small town of Springwood. The sun hid behind the fog the lights of the town, the houses and the lights of the cars on the streets that stretched into the town. The light music from the radio filled the car and the weather report had prompted them both to take an umbrella each.

A large dark one and a small colorful umbrella. ,,Are you ready for your first day?" the woman asked and her gaze went for a few seconds to the little girl who was looking at her mother, beaming with joy.

The two braids that kept the tangled hair under control were interspersed with hair clips. The gap in her teeth from her latest success and another precious memory for her mother. The car continued to drive through the streets, but the two were heading for a very specific destination.

They had only moved to the small town a few weeks ago. They had practically fled the big city to escape the many people, cars and overcrowding that had demanded almost everything from them.

Especially in a time without a husband, useless, lazy, out for her body and not taking care of his daughter, he paid the maintenance to keep the cops off his back, but otherwise he didn't let himself be licked.

No use, she thought, focusing back on the road, having written down the route and seeing that they had arrived at the street.

She waited briefly before turning off and, after a few meters, saw the wire fence at the civic victory to keep the children out of the street and avoid the danger. ,,We're here!" the little girl shouted when she saw the colorful flags and toys outside in the garden area or play area for the others.

A smile full of serenity appeared on her mother's lips as she found a parking space after a few minutes and went to her daughter. ,,We're here and you my little frog have your first day of kindergarten," she said, helping her out of the car before taking her little hand and walking across the crosswalk towards the building.

The colorful backpack and the umbrella harmonized with the little red dress and the orange ribbons embroidered on it.

The grin and the gap in her teeth made her mother smile, but she was also proud and a little wistful that her daughter had grown up so much. Opening the waist-high gate and going inside, she saw a few children already glued to the window pane, watching the newcomer with interest and curiosity.

Just as she was about to open the door, it was yanked open and she came face to face with a blonde woman, her long curly hair tied back in a plait, her slightly vulture-like nose and her piercing yet empty-looking green eyes.

Long, gentle fingers lay against the door frame and a green, gray and beige dress clung to her body. A charming, almost arrogant smile and a shimmer of pink lip gloss could be seen.

A beauty, a dream woman who looked after my house. ,,Good morning, Miss, I wanted to drop off my little one for the first day," the mother caught herself and already felt the warm hand on her shoulder pulling her into the kindergarten, into something she didn't know what was happening to her.

,,Oh come in sweetie, I'm Miss Krueger the teacher and every child's dream" she introduced herself and winked at the little girl who seemed fascinated by the pink lip gloss and was probably wondering where she would get something like that.

,,I run the dream group over here together with my...colleague," she continued, her high heels clicking in the corridor and the mother followed, deeply fascinated.

Maybe the other reason wasn't just the financial situation, the separation from her useless husband, maybe it was that she was listening to her heart and was finally looking for a female partner.

Maybe she would find that happiness. Maybe even here in the city? The three of them went into the dream group where, when the door opened again, a pleasantly large play paradise opened up for the little girl. ,,So big!" She called out and her mother felt her clinging to her and begging for permission, which she let go with one last hug and a kiss on the cheek.

,,The girl with the curly hair is Nancy, the boy with the painting coat is Quentin and the girl by the CD player is Nancy too," the blonde whispered to her, watching her protégés with a look of pleasure before placing her hand, which was reassuring and inviting, on her mother's shoulder to lead her around.

The younger one hung her little one's backpack on her heels, placed the umbrella next to it and with one last look of affection went to her daughter with Miss.Krueger who continued to lead her around.

,,A coffee? I mean, we have time and my colleague will take care of everything else...tell me, where did you get the earrings if you don't mind my question dear" the blonde quacked and giggled a charming smile, a smile full of amusement as she suddenly came closer to the younger girl and put her fingers on her body again.

She could feel the other rich girl's perfume on her legs, a smoky note, she thought, and couldn't help but feel a bit perturbed.

She liked the blonde's amused manner, but there was something in those green eyes that looked at her. ,,A coffee please... and the earrings, well, I made them myself," she confessed and smiled slightly as the blonde made a surprised expression, moved away from her and turned to the coffee machine to pour the hot caffeine drink into two cups.

Without seeing the younger girl's gaze pass over her, she didn't take her eyes off the blonde as if she were being drawn to her again and again. ,,So this is homemade, maybe it's something for us to try together for coffee and cake, isn't it?" the blonde asked, handing her the cup as her fingers deliberately moved over the younger girl's.

The two women smiled at each other, their eyes meeting before they both enjoyed the coffee, knowing that it was a little break before they all had to go to work.

Until the clacking of shoes could be heard again, another attendant was there to chat with the mothers and fathers. Before slowly, rather cautiously, a woman joined them, a slight, almost shy smile on her lips.

The slightly sunken cheeks, the pointed nose and the dark blue eyes harmonized with the dark brown hair that had been put into a plait. The black high-heels at her ankles lay up her bare legs to a brown dress lighter than her hair with a white plaid that gave her a certain authority like a teacher.

Topped off with a beige brown cardigan that looked big and soft to protect her from the cold when she was out with the children. ,,Frensis, how nice wouldn't you have to look after little Quentin, you know how he is with his attention," came coolly from the blonde, but the smile on her lips didn't fade as she walked over to the brown-haired girl and simply tipped her coffee into the sink and joined her colleague.

,,Yes, well, hello Ma'm, I'm the other attendant here, pleased to meet you," she said to the smaller of the two attendants and held out her hand. Despite her gentle smile, her demeanor was somewhat submissive, as if she had already been through a lot.

Something she wouldn't wish on anyone else. ,,Nice to meet you, I have to go but I really appreciate the work you're doing here," the mother replied and squeezed her hand in gratitude, seeing the slight blush on the brown-haired girl's cheeks as she slowly loosened her grip on the blonde so that the two could wave goodbye to their "customer" until the main door closed and would only open again in the afternoon when it was time to pick up the town's children.

She listened to the sounds of her daughter as the little child bubbled over with joy about her new friends Quentin and Nancy, who were also super nice.

It was a joy to see them like that. ,,I'm so proud of you for making it through your first day and I'll give you hundreds of kisses for it," she said softly as she pulled the blanket up to keep out the cold and handed Mr. Bunny to her daughter and gave her a goodnight kiss before walking out of the room, slowly closing the door and letting the radio play the rest.

She spent the evening watching something on the old television, but her mind was also on something else. The two women who seemed so different and yet so alike that it was almost funny.

But after she had watched the movie and made herself a warm soothing tea with melatonin and the sweet soft sleepy feeling on her body did the rest, she went to her bedroom with a yawn, defeated by the day. She snuggled under the covers of her bed and sighed exhaustedly before turning off the light with her weaver and falling asleep.

A dreamless sleep for the beginning it seemed, at least for the time being, until the image formed of the sleep she was unaware of becoming something more real. Slowly, snow and soot formed the image of a kindergarten, the same kindergarten she knew, only different.

Different it wasn't full of warmth at least the place itself was glowing but outside it was cold so cold that she warmed her hands before going into the building to be safe from the snow. She was right about the heat the once colorful building with the children's alchendne voices had fallen silent.

As if someone had gone through hell and back, the place had changed. the place was a patchwork of dilapidated walls, back alleys and old factories with hot steelworks. ,,Hello?" she called out into the place and cringed as she heard a female but not of this wlet rather amused...demonic.

Trying to find a way out, she went back to the front door but it was no longer there and something told her that this could not mean anything good in the dream.

Especially not when the scene went completely awry in the factory and she almost ran into one of the hot pipes, which the unknown voice found amusing even if different. ,,Come here pretty Ma'm...let me look at you" she heard the voice a familiar voice as she felt something cold and sharp on her shoulder move around she saw Frensis stuck in a sweater her face burnt and on her right hand a leather glove with small rings on the fingertips.

A scream of anguish escaped the younger women as she rushed away from the figure, the metal trying to lay on her body and the brown-haired woman seemed amused.

She watched her prey, taking her time to touch the warm real skin it was something special and her victim didn't dare to move in fear and confusion.

A gentle touch on her cheek sent a cold shiver down her body. ,,Let me give you a dream!" she shouted and pulled out her weapon to strike her victim, who raised her hands defensively but was pushed away by something. As if someone else was grabbing her and with the opening of her eyes she was back in this confusion of confused scenes.

,,She's a pretty thing bitch take your own...now I'll show you a real nightmare" said the voice and she saw the shimmer of pink lipgloss before burnt skin wrapped around her waist, the same glove moved along her body and she looked into the burnt face of Miss.Krueger, blue eyes showing the joy of the hunt.

A laugh escaped the barely recognizable lips before the gloves came off. Oh the two dream demons would show their new pretty favorite victim what it meant to have her as  "friends". Let the new nightmare begin.

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@rl-nancyholbrook hey dear maybe you can get more invested threw this

@paranormalfool

[missnorn]

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

[fierce-eagle]

I think this ship can work very well, Herman can be the key to cure Freddy, although not completely, he can make Freddy stable for a relationship and make him fall in love. Instead, I think the doctor could be interested in Freddy as a physically and psychologically injured subject. The doctor could be the only one who could love someone like Freddy. Is that cute? Is it?

[femtober]

FEMTOBER BLOG: Fridays & Franchises

Happy Friday the 13th!

While no woman has directed an installment of the Jason Voorhees saga, there have been a few franchise films that women have helmed, including one featuring Jason's rival Freddy Kruger, Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare, directed by Rachel Talalay.

Perhaps somewhat predictably, Freddy's Dead received poor reception but was a modest box office success, outgrossing its previous installment. The movie was relatively tame in its violence; Talalay instead wanted to focus on more surreal meta humor that the series had begun to stray from. True to its name, Freddy's Dead is the last film in the original Nightmare canon. The next three installments (New Nightmare, Freddy vs. Jason, and its 2010 reboot) all existed in a separate canon from the original franchise. While Freddy's Dead is not necessarily looked on fondly, I personally find it to be a very passable installment in a franchise I otherwise don't really enjoy. The 90s introduced the more acerbic side of humor in horror, so the slapstick goofiness of Freddy's Dead feels like a fitting goodbye to the previous decade.

The most powerful man in horror currently, Jason Blum, infamously stated in 2018 that "There are not a lot of female directors period, and even less who are inclined to do horror." He's since rightfully walked back on this statement, and while Blumhouse - under its various labels - has produced a fair number of horror films directed by women on streaming and television, theatrical releases of these films are few and far between. Enter Black Christmas (2019) directed by Sophia Takal.

Black Christmas is an interesting beast. On first glance it seems as though there's heavy studio interference. There's virtually no language or blood, and the story seems fractured. How much interference, it's hard to say. Sophia Takal stands by her vision for the film, wanting to make it as feminist as possible for a PG-13 audience. The end result, unfortunately, is underwhelming. Black Christmas ultimately feels like a shadow of its predecessors. While the 2006 remake is also maligned, there's a certain level of insanity that serves the film well in hindsight. The 2019 version often feels less focused on horror and more on identity, a criticism I hate to make about a female-directed film. Black Christmas's negative reception may have helped it fade into obscurity; in addition to being a critical failure it was also a box office bomb. I'm not the biggest fan of Takal's work, and certainly not of Black Christmas, but I think the most important takeaway we can have from this film is that women should be allowed to fail. We do not need an all or nothing approach to intersectional filmmaking. Sometimes things can be bad, and sometimes they can be worse than bad. We persist.

To date, Black Christmas is the only major theatrically released Blumhouse horror directed by a woman. Of course, this will change in just a few weeks with the release of Five Nights at Freddy's, directed by Emma Tammi. I can't say I'm particularly excited about the content of the film, but the prospect of a highly anticipated studio film directed by a woman is a major milestone. Between FNAF and Barbie, it's a good year for women to be making films, but of course there's always room for more.

My biggest pet peeve with major films directed by women is the passing of the torch to a male director when the first film succeeds financially (see Twilight, Fifty Shades of Grey, To All the Boys I've Loved Before, etc.). Blumhouse is obviously planning on making FNAF a franchise IP, so it would be great to keep the momentum going with Tammi or another woman continuing to lead the series. Fingers crossed!

If you're interested in any other female-directed franchise horror films, check out the following: •Candyman (2021), directed by Nia DaCosta •See No Evil 2, directed by the Soska Sisters •Critters 3, directed by Kristine Peterson •The Slumber Party Massacre series •The Pet Sematary Series, directed by Mary Lambert •Sorority House Massacre, directed by Carol Frank •The Fear Street Trilogy, directed by Leigh Janiak •V/H/S/94, 99, and 85 •Darlin', directed by Pollyanna MacIntosh •Mirror, Mirror, directed by Marina Sargenti and more!

[just-mebs]

You never posted your hear me out cake. The masses want to know

Yes sir 🫡

I would like to note that the only reason Wesker and Tyrion are on there is because my friend made me. Full list under the cut though.

So we have (from left to right):

Urdnot Wrex (Mass Effect) - Though really Krogans in general

Hermaeus Mora (Skyrim)

The Blight (Dead by Daylight)

Tyrion Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Withered Bonny (Five Nights at Freddy's 2)

Policeman from Militsioner (Militsioner)

Griffon (Devil May Cry 5)

Garrus Varkarian (Mass Effect) - Once again really any Turian fr fr

Freddy Kruger (Nightmare on Elm Street) - PARTICUALLRY the 2010 version but I also love the 1984 Robert Englund too

DogDay (Poppy Playtime) - PARTICUALLY the version of him you find him before he gets infested by the Smiling Critters

Wesker (Resident Evil)

The Ocean from Moana (Moana)

Ricky (My Friendly Neighborhood)

The Former (Control)

Morgan Henry (Prison Architect)

[thedarkmarkshow]

True Detective star John Hawkes and Freddy Kruger victim Rodney Eastman from 2010 https://audioboom.com/posts/8452584-true-detective-star-john-hawkes-and-freddy-kruger-victim-rodney-eastman-from-2010

[prettygrltatum]

no bc let’s talk about it.

TW:non-con talk, pedo stuff and wtv

For the love of god and to whoever higher being, PLEASE STOP WRITING RAPE FICS. You aren’t coping in a healthy way, you are romanticizing something horrible and disgusting. Letting people who do those actions a boost to keep doing what they do.

There are better ways to cope and heal from this trauma. This is not the way to do it.

People like to claim its a dark fic so it’s gonna have that type of stuff. No.

The way I feel about those types of fics is how I feel about how the writers of Freddy Kruger turning him into a pedophile for no damn reason?? (If you don’t know, in his 2010?? Remake, he was a child killer AND molester..) He was a good horror character but just to add that is fucking gross.

Anyone who makes rape fics please get the fuck off my page. I don’t want people who spread that type of shit around. You are gross. And forever will be. Stay away from me and others as much as possible

[blackkat15]

Like I go and search up William Afton (or Springtrap) x Readers and it's either barely legal (freshly 18), very illegal (Afton nearly killed Reader as a kid and they came back as an adult, Reader is under 18 in the present, INCEST) or uncomfortable as fuck no matter the legality (Daddy kink shit [borderline incest, Step-Dad Shit], age-play [no hate to anyone who actually does this but it's not my cup of tea]).

This has actually ruined my reading experience and my love of the character because so many people write him as a child predator despite it not being true. It is wildly uncomfortable for me.

Freddy Kruger was also ruined in the 2010 remake by making him a paedophile. It was implied in the original but in the remake they said "let's put this fucker in the basement of a kindergarten and have him sexually assult children" which is fucking gross.

I am BEGGING you people to stop writing William Afton as a fucking pedo!!

IT'S DISGUSTING!!

WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!

[fresm-ay]

Sorry, I have to

(The Halloween marathon continues😉)

[kimhargreeves]

Was It A Dream?- Freddy Kruger x Reader

Summary: After having a rough sleepless week, you find yourself back into your childhood home. There, Freddy finds you but his intentions are different from what you expected. Thing is you can't tell if you're dreaming or not.

(Warnings: Mentions of abuse, suicide, implies child abuse, implied rape. This is a smut so read at your own risk. I'm going with 2010's version of Freddy Krueger..since ya know I love the actor who played Rorschach from Watchmen. Oh, and I highly recommend you all watch the alternative ending if you haven't.)

"Nancy! Quentin!" I continued to shout their names and tried to desperately find them. I was running down the dark, almost empty streets and lost them. It's been a week since we've all been having these nightmares of a man in a stripped sweater and a glove with razor sharp knives.

I was getting too exhausted at this point, only falling asleep for seconds or minutes to not die by his hands. He killed my others friends, Jesse..I was the closest to him and it pained me that they took him to jail and this man killed him in his sleep.

The cops did nothing, they never do anything. Even my parents shrugged it off at first, but their expressions changed when I told them the description of the man in my nightmares.

They first brushed it off, thinking it was maybe a prank, a sick game we were playing. But, no I figured out that they were hiding us the truth.

We all met each back then. We just forgot about the horrible past we all shared.

Freddy Krueger the man from our nightmare, was the Groundskeeper at our preschool. A pedophile and child molester, and without me knowing, I was his favorite in ways I never understood back then. I never understood those moments and was traumatized at first, until it became something I just accepted.

I was also taken advantage of someone from my family, I harmed them and just tried to forget that ever happened. Confronting, Freddy is something I'll have to do once I find him.

Without any sign of Nancy or Quentin I began to follow down a familiar street I once knew, it was the house I grew up in. I hugged my coat together and tried to keep myself warm since it was lightly beginning to snow.

I heard a dark deep evil chuckle somewhere near me. I jumped up being just a bit frightened and I began to run now.

I held up my phone and pressed the flashlight on once I ran and entered the old building and noticed that nothing exactly changed. We abandoned this house the way it was, most things were covered in dust, dirt or other things.

"Glad to see nothing's changed." I told myself and lit up a few candles I found on the kitchen cabinet.

Once I lit the candles up I made sure to lock all windows and doors. I noticed a stack of papers laying on a table, I walked over and examined the dusty papers and saw an old drawing of myself and that man.

We were holding hands and I was smiling..I remember drawings what I could remember. And I had once given this to him.

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"That's a lovely drawing you're making. Is that me?" I nodded my head and continued to draw and grab different colors of crayons.

"This Is from the time when we played hide and seek but the teacher interrupted us." I frowned and saw him stop my hand from coloring any further.

I tilted my head and stared at him weirdly when he began to look around. "Would you like to visit my secret place?" I looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled when he offered me his hand.

"This will be our secret."

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I angrily ripped the drawing and I stopped before I could do the same to the rest. "Come and play, (Y/N). We'll have so much fun like the old times."

The entire place grew colder and I started to run when I saw him from afar. I opened the door to my bedroom and locked it from behind, I desperately tried opening the windows but they wouldn't move.

The only light that was coming through the window was of the bright moon outside. For the first time in years I felt scared, like a little girl again. I did the only thing that came to mind and I ran to my bed and got under the sheets.

I held onto the blankets for dear life and covered myself from head to toe, I tred to calm my breathing down. I heard the doorknob beginning to shake, a chuckle came from the other side and quietly I heard the door creak when it got opened.

I kept my eyes shut for a good couple of minutes, nothing happened. I opened my tired eyes and pulled the blankets off my face and I realized that my previous clothes were gone.

Now, I was wearing the same pink colored sailor dress I loved to wear when I was younger. "There's my little girl." My eyes shot up open again, I was ready to run off until I was held back and I looked at Freddy.

"There's no more running away from me. We're gonna have so much fun, like the old times." Tears began to escape from my eyes. I felt myself shivering, I looked away from him and heard him get angry.

"Look at me! Look what your pathetic parents and friends did. They separated us from each other." I opened my eyes to look at him confused, his burnt face covered in scars and dry blood. "Look at everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."

"Look at me! Look what your pathetic parents and friends did. They separated us from each other." opened my eyes to look at him confused, his burnt face covered in scars and dry blood. "Look at everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."

His gloved hand made its way to my neck, down to my chest until it reached my knees. I tried my best to squirm and get away but if was no use. "O-Okay, you're right, Fred. It's my fault our parents killed you. We're all to b-blame."

Fred's eyes darkened and I winced when he dug his knives a bit on my skin, drawing just a bit of blood. "I can tell you blamed yourself a lot."

I looked and noticed Freddy's eyes were on my legs, on my thighs that has some scars. "You were always my favorite, you know?" He chuckled darkly.

Freddy came closer and began to lift the brown hat he had on, he covered his face with it and lowered it back down. His face was no longer burnt. He had pale skin again with just a few scars and dark red or brownish hair on his head. I felt heat rushing to my cheeks, I should be afraid of him not feeling, well whatever it is that I am.

"Leave me and my friends alone then! If it's me you want then fine! Kill me for once and let's end this." I whispered being a bit afraid.

He chuckled at my expression and I watched him beginning to take the sharp glove off of his hand once he had cut off the first few buttons of my dress.

"You'll always be my little (Y/N). Always feisty until she got her reward. Now, you'll be all mine to play with. Let's see just how much you've truly grown." He darkly whispered in my ear and licked my neck when I felt his hands slid down to my legs.

"F-Freddy stop." I hated that it didn't sound like a command. Instead if almost felt like a moan. Freddy chuckled in my ear when he felt my legs shaking when I felt his fingers rubbing me through my underwear.

I kept my mouth shut and tried my best to do anything, to run away but it was no use. And slowly I had started to give in.

"That's my (Y/N)." Freddy darkly chuckled and I saw him slowly lowering to the bed. He parted my legs and I felt his tongue running down across my thighs until he reached where he was touching me.

His dark eyes looked up at me and he wickedly smiled and I felt him rip the fabric. I began to shiver when he finally exposed my lower part, he slid my dress up and without any further his mouth is finally on me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, one hand curling into the short strands of his hair and the other grasping at the bedcovers. By this time I wasn't even trying to the fight back.

Freddy hums against me and rubs his thumb across my clit, my legs tremble and with his free hand he pushes my thighs further apart, spreading me out so he can taste me better. His tongue slips inside of me and I nearly screamed.

I had to remove my hand from his hair to cover my mouth when he circled my clit with his finger, crying out desperately against my own palm. His tongue is so warm inside. I was embarrassed in myself for giving in too easy

Freddy licks up against my walls like he wants to devour me, and all the while his thumb does not leave my now swollen clit. I feel my heart and head pounding as I grind my hips up into his face searching for release fast.

I hear him chuckle when I began to cry and moaned out loud when I came on his tongue. When he looks up to meet my eyes, his entire mouth and chin were slick with my wetness. "Such a good girl coming undone for me. You belong to me, (Y/N)."

"I've always have." I blushed and still continued to pant a bit.

Freddy stood back over to my side and kissed me deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. I press my hand to the front of his pant and feel how hard he is.

He roughly began to kiss me as I felt him undoing the last few buttons of my short dress and felt his kiss lowering down to my neck down to my chest until he began to lick and suck on my nipples and his other hand began to rub my clit again. Before I knew it he completely got me rid of the last article of clothing and I felt his hand pushing me back on the bed, on all fours.

I blush and feel an ache in my stomach, Freddy in the other hand is having fun. I feel his hand slip between my legs to get me ready for him, I hiss when I felt him slap me and felt his member behind me.

Without warning, Freddy slammed into me and he wasn't taking his time for me to adjust to him. I gripped onto the sheets and rested my head against the mattress and closed my eyes shut, I was in pain but feeling intense pleasure.

"Fred...Freddy... Oh my god, fuck!" Freddy chuckled behind me again and licked my back when he moved forward and began to speak into my ear.

"You were always such a naughty girl. We'll have plenty of time to play from now on." I felt him gripping my hips tightly making me cry out again as I clenched onto him each time he would push in deeper. "You feel so good around me, my (Y/N)." Freddy's hands pulled me up in a sitting position while he confirmed to pound into me.

One of his hands gripped onto my those tight, holding me close to his chest. "Freddy!" I came again on him and felt his breathing starting to fasten. He's close.

Freddy pulled himself out and turned me around on the bed, he parted my legs again and I wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer. Him easily slipping back inside of me. I moaned and felt my face burning red at him staring intently at me, his dark eyes continued to look scary but I saw him also looking at me lovingly.

Whatever it is that we have, I knew this would certainly not be the last time he'll be stalking me again.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to kiss him lovingly, he closed his eyes and kissed me back. His tongue slipping inside of me and holding me close to him when I felt his hips snapping info me faster than before.

He began to fuck be faster and harder, he gripped my hips and pulled me even closer and continued to move. The entire room no longer felt cold, but almost boiling hot, the sounds of our combined flesh to flesh noises getting louder and more lewd every second

"My little (Y/N). Freddy wrapped again a hand around my neck not too tightly, at that I screamed and came for the last time.

Freddy growled and a minute later he stopped came inside of me. My walls clenched onto his tight, I knew I would be really sore in the morning.

"You look so fucking perfect like this, all tired up and under me." He wickedly laughed and drew another hand up my my face and lent down to kiss me again.

Suddenly, I had become too tired. I felt him pulling himself out of me when he pulled me to a comfortable position on the bed and placed a blanket over my exposed body. "I'll be seeing you real soon, (Y/N)." Freddy chuckled when he saw me closing my eyes and falling asleep.

[bamfoftheundead]

Whoever came up with the 2010 Freddy Kruege remake, I would them to be publically executed please and thank you

[alovesickdork]

Y'all ever have this one f/o that you don't talk about often despite loving to death because actual cannon is gross and you don’t wanna deal with it and the assumptions of people? I know I do.

[absolutelybatty]