#anos x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thelost-in-time · 4 months

Text

Til death do us part and beyond

Divider by @cafekitsune

This fic is not going to fall in line with the Canon and may not be exactly the same as the actual characters personalities.

Anos Voldigoad x gn! Reader

Featuring an Anos Voldigoad and a reader who have a playful banter of Anos saying reader is his future monarch (since he is king) and reader saying no: but they've been married since two thousand years ago so reader is the monarch while Anos is king, and find the banter funny.

Tw: death. Also super ooc so don't fight me.

@aizawasecretlover this Anos Voldigoad x reader fic is yours 👀

Anos Voldigoad. The demon king reborn that so happens to have stolen the hearts of men and women alike.

And yet there was one single person who his heart was set on, one single person who his gaze always lingered on.

You.

"You should meet my parents. They'll love you."

Anos said as he put his hands in his pockets before glancing over at you, the one who would make his steady heart beat rapidly when nobody else could do so.

"Didn't I already meet them?"

You had asked him as you raised an eyebrow, because it was true. Anos did introduce his parents to his friends, and you were there when he did so.

His parents adored you, maybe more than the others, and yet nobody could explain why, nobody except the Demon King himself.

But he gave no explanation.

"Yes, but I want you to meet them again. Just you and I."

Anos said with a shrug, but you couldn't help but narrow your eyes as you saw that mischievous glint in his eyes.

You already knew what was comimg.

"Is this a—"

"Maybe."

Damn. He didn't even try to hide it. He made his courting to you abundantly clear to you and eveyone around.

Not that you minded too much.

"Have some kind of shame, Anos. If people see you flirting so openly with your other right hand person, then it's going to be a problem."

You say with an exasperated sigh as the two of you continue to walk around, even stopping at a bakery to grab some of the treats to eat.

"They already know. I haven't hid anything."

He smirks as he carefully pulled the leaf out that had been tangled in your hair, muttering something about being careful in case there were bugs on the tree.

"In any case, you're not just my right hand person. You're my future monarch too."

He said with a proud smirk, causing you to roll your eyes. He was never going to shut up about teasing you about being the future monarch.

But was that so bad when his teasing was as gentle and loving as it was.

Before he could get another word in, he found the pastry held to his mouth and a serious look on your face.

He smiled and happily obliged. If it was cutting down on the teasing while you ate that you wanted, it was what he would give you.

Tonight was a night that reminded you both of final night of your previous lives.

It was a night where Anos wasn't playfully bantering with you. He just stood under the blanket of the night sky and began to ponder, reminiscing, regretting.

*Back to the past*

"Anos, come on. You can't be serious."

The voice of his beloved rang out that day, clear in his head as he sat on his throne with Hero Kanon in front of him.

"If it means that there will be peace among our people, then I don't mind it. Peace is something we agreed we wanted."

He said as he stood up and looked over at you, one of his greatest friends, one of his companions, and more importantly his spouse.

"I don't want you to do this, but I know you're insistent on this."

You sigh before you looked over at Hero Kanon with a determination in your eyes that Anos was used to seeing when you wouldn't back down. It was one of the things he loved about you, but now it worried him.

"Love, what are you—"

"Kanon, kill me alongside Anos."

Silence.

It was so sudden, and it was as if time froze at your words. Anos would swear that he's never been more afraid of anything until that moment. The fear of having you lose your life just so you could be together in death as well was a bittersweet moment for him.

And Kanon? He was just as stunned, and he was far more hesitant to let you meet the same fate as Anos, especially when he saw how shaken up the demon king was. It was a sight nobody had ever witnessed before. It was... unsettling that there was actually something that scared the demon king of tyranny.

"No. I won't allow for your life to be cut so short. Why would you even think of something like that, my monarch?"

Anos asked as he gently grabbed your arm, looking at you with a desperation in his eyes that was never ever seen before. It was quite heartbreaking for you to have to witness such a sight, since your husband had no fears except losing you.

"Anos, it's not living if it's not with you."

You told him, your tone gentle as you gently held his hands and interwined your fingers, almost hearing the heartbeat of the man in front of you that you'd exchanged vows with.

"I can't... you..."

He couldn't get any words out yet, his heart heavy, trying to think of ways to convince you not to go through with it.

"Anos, I love you. And until death do us part, but even death can't separate us. And hey, we could always reincarnate together."

You say, holding back your own tears over all this. But you told yourself that at least one of you needed to be strong, and if your husband would fall apart, you'd be the one to hold him together, because you loved him as much as he loved you.

"You better find me, my beloved, otherwise there's going to be problems."

Anos said softly as he rested his forehead against yours, hugging you close to him as the two of you just teared up together, embracing the warmth together one last time before you would need to reincarnate after two thousand years.

"I'll find you. I promise. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again."

You told him as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, gently cupping your cheek before he rested his forehead against yours again.

"Likewise, I'll also think of you until we meet again. Not only was I enchanted to meet you, but being married to you is one of the best things to ever happen to me."

Anos said as you two just let the moment engulf you a little longer before pulling away reluctantly and nodding to Hero Kanon, who had been silent to let you have your moment.

It was time.

*Present day*

Anos didn't even know he was crying, nor did he even sense your presence until you gently wiped his tears and gave him a hug, having already figured out what he was thinking about since he was clenching his fists hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.

"You remembered our final day before reincarnation, didn't you?"

You asked him the rhetorical question as he hugged you back, hugging you as if he would lose you once more.

He hummed in confirmation, and you gently rubbed his back.

"Then let me remind you of our marriage. Think of the good times, my love."

You mumble, and he hummed once more as he too, remembered the first time you both got married.

*Even further back to the past*

You and Anos had just finished fighting a battle alongside each other before he gently cupped your cheek and wiped the blood off your face.

"Beloved..."

He began to speak as you had set down your sword to instead turn your gaze to him, wondering what he would say next.

"You've always been at my side."

He spoke once more, carefully choosing his words as the stars seemed to shine extra bright that night. It was a clear night.

"Yeah? You're not planning on firing me as your most trusted knight outside of Shin, right?"

You joked as you gently elbowed him, causing Anos to smile before he gently held your hands, looking deep into your eyes.

"Marry me."

He was so blunt that you choked on your spit, letting out a fit of coughs.

"Come again?!"

"Be my monarch, rule alongside me. Be mine."

Anos spoke again, kneeling on one knee in front of you as he held one of your hands in his, and his other hand rested over his heart.

"You're kidding."

In all fairness, you both had discussed it multiple times, but you always assumed he was kidding due to his rank.

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life. You and me. Through this life, and every other lifetimes. No matter how many times we have to be reborn, I will find you and you'll continue having my heart."

His confession was so real, straight from his heart. And you knew he meant every single word, because he looked at you like you were the only one in his entire world.

"You know what? Let's do it. Every birth from now and potential reincarnations, we will be born together, and we will never part."

You said and Anos smiled, standing up as he wrapped his arms around you and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, a soft look in his eyes.

"I never thought that I would fall in love until I saw you, and I would never fall in love again until I find you again. And I would never fall, unless it's you I fall into."

Anos made his promise to you under the stars, the two of you accepting your love with the stars as a witness to your love and marriage.

*Present day... again...*

"I was lost within the darkness, but then I found you."

You tell him as he looks at you with love even to this day, as your heart and gazed filled with as much love for him as he had for you.

Anos smiles and kisses your hand, lightly tracing your ring finger as he looks at you, no sign of the cocky and teasing Anos Voldigoad that he shows to others. Only the man who fell in love with you.

"Now... ready to meet my parents as my lawfully wedded partner?"

"I'm ready as I'll ever be."

And with that, he held your hand, both of you linking your fingers as you walked home together, talking and laughing under the night sky.

BONUS:

*In another life, modern timeline*

An alarm went off, and when you had checked it, you couldn't help but smile since it was Anos who set the alarm.

He set a little message for you before sending you a text so you could go downstairs.

As you walk downstairs, you pass by Izabella and Gusta who both wish you a happy wedding anniversary with Izabella getting emotional at the fact that you're the spouse of Anos, and how thankful she was to be your mother-in-law.

And once you go downstairs, Anos had a smile on his face as he held his phone in one hand, and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in the other.

"I confirmed our reservation to your favourite restaurant. Are you ready?"

He asked with a soft tone as you took the flowers and put them in water before you looked over at him with a loving look.

"I sure am. Happy anniversary, my king."

You say, wrapping your arms around him to give him a warm embrace and gentle kiss.

"Happy anniversary, my monarch."

He mutters as he looks at you with love as well, noticing how both your wedding rings were shining in the light.

You loved each other in every life, and would continue to do so for every life too.

For not even death could do you part.

It was a love til death and beyond, and your vows said it too.

Until death do us part and beyond.

Hello! Please like and reblog my fic. I put so much effort into it and I already know there's not many fics of this man, so please give me support on this so I don't get lost in the Tumblr void.

#anos x reader #anos voldigoad #the misfit of demon king academy #maou gakuin no futekigousha #the misfit of demon king academy x reader #maou gakuin no futekigousha x reader #anos #valentines special #valentines day #valentines fic #valentines event #x reader #self ship #f/o #fictional other #anos voldigoad x reader #demon king x reader

86 notes · View notes

bisexual-horror-fan · 5 months

Text

This person is so fucking real.

#Freddy Krueger #slasher memes #horror memes #ANOES memes #slasher x reader #Freddy Krueger x reader #Like I love him but yeah he is NOT a good dad

269 notes · View notes

ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months

Text

Radical

《Anos Voldigoad / Isekai!Reader》

The Misfit of Demon King Academy

"You amuse me."

You blink, tilting your head at the male. "Uh..-" Slowly turning away, you eat another piece of gum, offering a piece to him.

Ending up in this world is not what you expected. You tried to be positive about it. But.. You felt kinda awkward about it Yet! You smiled and power-walked through it all!

In your strange adventure of wandering around and meeting new faces. You stumbled, or, Anos Voldigoad had met you.

He could almost feel the otherworldly strangeness you exhibited.

"(Y/N)." Anos stated, holding your shoulder. You stop walking and turn to him in confusion. Before shrugging and grabbing his hand, holding it casually and continuing walking forward with an uncaring smile. Unaware of the surprised look Anos had, the words he wanted to say forgotten.

The two of you were different as could be.

A strange human from another world while he was the demon king reborn! Who knew that the two of you would be the oddest socks in the drawer?

People were envious if your strange friendship with him. None dared to say a word of it. Fearing for their safety, while others found it comical, maybe even sweet..? ESPECIALLY for Anos.

You sit by the male as you discuss about your old world. Smiling excitedly as the male couldn't help but feel bitter at the thought of you being anywhere without him. He'd find it rather boring or unnatural without your enigmatic presence.

[Yay! Shout out to those who need a fic! Thanks for reading! Comments and hearts appreciated lots!!]

#The Misfit of Demon King Academy #the misfit demon king academy #anos voldigoad #anos voldigoad x reader #tmodka #yandere boy #yandere anos voldigoad #x y/n #demon king #yan demon king x reader #demon king x reader #the misfit of demon king academy #the misfit of demon king academy x reader

104 notes · View notes

inezdeortiz · 5 months

Text

Anos meeting Elysia!Reader

~Reader is a half-blood like Anos but with a personality like Elysia and is a new member of the Fan Union. This was before Misa woke up as Avos Dilhevia~

Anos was just hanging out with the Fan Union when he met you, he immediately got captivated with your cheerful personality and eyes since those were the most beautiful eyes he'd seen as he described that.

——————————————————————

Misa perked up when she saw you and started introducing you to Anos and his team.

"Anos-sama! this is Y/N L/N, Y/N this is Anos-sama, the Demon King of Tyranny."

"My! I didn't know the Demon King had already reincarnated! Nice to meet you Anos-san!"

————————————————��—————

Although you knew he would reincarnate but you were surprised that the actual Demon King is infront of you because you had been remembering that the Demon King's name was Avos Dilhevia but now you know that the Avos is the false Demon King because the actual one is here.

Anos was a bit skeptical of you because of your personality since you were a bit too cheerful as if you were hiding something that you didn't want everyone to know.

~It's a short HCs since I made this in the plane since I was on my flight way back home, I'll create part 2 soon!~

#anos voldigoad #anos voldigoad x reader #✩*⢄⢁【 inezdeortiz 】⡈⡠*✩

85 notes · View notes

azulmiosotis · 24 days

Note

vc reblogou aqueles gifs do swann e escreveu nas tags a MELHOR FIC com ele o que é isso vc quer me matarrrrr

aiai mas ele daquele jeito não tem como... imagino muito você acordando num dominginho com o cheiro do café. a casa estaria quieta e friazinha, o céu ainda meio cinza de neblina, sabe? e quando você chega na cozinha, tá lá o swann todo sonolento amassadinho tomando o café dele. nem se levanta pra te cumprimentar, só te envolve com os braços e deita a cabeça na sua barriga, se afundando ainda mais quando você faz um cafuné nele. quando você senta no colo dele (as perninha magra doendo p aguentarkkkkk) pra comer com a cabeça deitada na junta do pescoço dele. vocês vão conversando qualquer besteira, o que vão fazer no dia, e ele começa a explicar uma coisa, todo focado, falando com as mãos, até que ele chega num ponto e fica quieto, com o olhar perdido, até olhar pra você e perguntar "... de quoi je parlais?" [...do que eu estava falando?]

#ele foi feito pra ser enrolado e aconchegado numa colcha bem quentinha e receber um beijinho de boa noite #queria meu catboy de 42 anos miando pra me acordar😔😔#swann arlaud #swann arlaud x reader #vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x you

25 notes · View notes

tiredrxtz · 1 month

Text

Eternal love of a demon king and the one he called his wife

She was harmonious, that was what he would say.

The way her heels clicked and scraped against the grass of the barren field she found herself in at the break of dawn, her eyes dazed as she gazed up into the night sky; [e/c] reflecting the divine emotions held by the very moon that took up the large canvas splattered with stars.

She was bewitching.

Anos voldigoad followed her swaying figure from where he was perched, besides an old blossom tree that blemished into a true representative of mother nature, his crimson eyes never straying from the women that danced to her hearts content before him.

The unconscious bodies of the humans that swarmed them previously forgotten, not dead, never dead, but a lot more quieter than when they stood before. The war between the human race and the demons was unyielding; no matter what constitutions he proposed, nor how honestly he bestowed his ideology of bringing peace to all beings, the humans failed to recognize the path of fate they were swarming down.

This war would possibly last centuries to come…

For what he wanted— a generation that did not have to suffer the consequences of a battle forgotten deep into the past— not even a miracle bestowed by the gods could compensate the desperation of his request.

He did not wish to demand peace because he was a demon nor because he was a king, Anos voldigoad simply wanted to clear up the misunderstanding that demons were the true enemy in this magic filling world.

To achieve the goal that all races wanted to forge into reality, he, along with his beloved wife, would have to lay down their very own lives in order for that to happen.

“Kanon, let me ask you this; just how many demons have you killed?” Anos spoke with sincerity as he gazed down from his throne and into the eye for the human hero— the only person that had the potential to come even close to defeating him.

Kanon hesitated on an answer. They had time but they had to hurry if peace was to be obtained within this era of time. After all, time waits for nobody…

Except for the demon king himself.

Their end had been tragic yet Anos couldn’t have asked for anything more. While it had been selfish to strip his beloved wife of her life, all in the name of peace, it was a necessary precaution he had taken; if he had been reincarnated alone, he’d have to see his wife take on the burden he once carried and that would drive him utterly insane.

He can only hope that, when they meet again in their new life, she’ll forgive him for being so selfish.

If not then he’ll have to make it up to her by taking her hand in marriage once again.

“Who would’ve though...” he wondered out loud. Anos voldigoad gazed longingly towards the night sky that was splattered with pinpricked shining stars from where he lay on his bed. “2000 years and there’s still signs of destruction.”

The demon king had been reincarnated into a new era 2000 years after his announced death as a teenage boy and had been admitted into a demon king academy— a school that purposely trained descendants of demon royalty.

Ironic isn’t it?

the peace he had obtained was formidable, well for now at least. His death had resulted in the magic residing within him to create a barrier that’s purpose was to separate the humans, demons and even the gods from each other.

His true power was truly remarkable.

The only thing that he had left to do was fulfill his last promise: find his wife and have her hand in marriage once more. If she were here right beside him, he’d bet that she’d say something along the lines of—

“The moon is rather bright tonight, don’t you think?”

The mattress dipped slightly as the weight Anos voldigoad knew all too well settled over his relaxed stature. A smile made its way to his lips as one of his hands enclosed around the one that lay against his broad chest.

It seemed that his wife was closer than he’d realized. Lucky him, he hadn’t even lifted a finger and his beloved had already sought him out from the thousands of people within the village; he was quite lucky to have an extraordinary women as his betrothed.

His lips found her own within seconds, their fingers intertwining and their bodies being pressed together. He had waited 2000 years for his wife to finally come to him and the time had come, he wasn’t going to waste another moment without her.

As cheesy as that sounded, he had missed her dearly.

Parting with a small pant, the reincarnated demon king racked over the appearance of the women lay beneath him. She hadn’t changed at all from the looks of it; her [h/c] locks cascaded down her figure just as graciously as before and her eyes were still gazing into the abyss they both ruled over.

“[Y/n].”

She was just as devoted to him as he were to her. She had remained loyal to him for all these years and had believed in his return to her— she was the embodiment of the love he longed for.

“Anos—“ the door creaked open and in popped his mother who, upon peaking in for no more than a mere second, squealed joyously and skipped away with a poor departure excuse.

Anos voldigoad sighed while the [h/c] female giggled.

“I guess your introduction will come just as early as expected.” He complained, sliding off of the female and stretching to a stand. “There’s no doubt about it that mom will spill her little fantasies to dad so there’s no point in trying to hide this little secret, is there?”

“Come, I’ll introduce you to them.”

Her hand enveloped his and on they went. The evening was then spent with Anos voldigoad’s mother crying tears of joy, clinging to the women he called his forever wife, while his father drank in honor of their announcement.

Before his reincarnation, Anos voldigoad didn’t have the fortune of his parents being alive, meaning that not only did he miss out on their shared love for him, he also didn’t get the chance to introduce them to his wife.

However, if they still resided here on earth, there’s no doubt that his mother would love [Y/n] just as much as he did.

His love remained eternal and so did hers. Only now can they experience true peace without having to draw their blades and dance in a mach destined to end in death.

#anos voldigoad #anos voldigoad x reader #Misfit in demon king academy

25 notes · View notes

nonuwhore · 9 months

Note

parabéns,nonuuuu!você é a minha autora favorita de todo esse site,e olha que eu sou muito exigente,honesto!queria fazer um pedido com os prompts 35 e 45,e o idol seria o mingi do ateez♥︎

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

35. "Espera, você tá com ciúmes?" "Não..." + 45. "Você fica tão gostoso/gostosa quando tá bravo/brava." contém: fluff, fluff e fluff; relacionamento estabelecido; menção rápida de uma certa insegurança sobre o relacionamento por parte da leitora (o relacionamento é meio à distancia, então se você espremer tem ansgt); smut: sexo sem menção de preservativo; sexo na cozinha; riding; vanila sex (?); contagem de palavras: 2,2k nota da autora: voltamos! esperamos que pra ficar dessa vez. agradeço imensamente a paciência e espero que curta o resultado. tá um tanto açucarado, viu? recomendo ler com um copo de água do lado.

Mingi estava demorando demais, então você resolveu fazer chocolate. Você começava a culpá-lo pelo atraso do avião, já que ele podia muito bem tomar os controles e voar logo para casa. Provavelmente ficará agarrada à perna do seu namorado por pelo menos duas horas depois que ele colocasse os pés dentro de casa, você pensou, mas primeiro precisava ficar de cara fechada para que ele soubesse quanta falta ele fez, e como isso te deixou com raiva, principalmente por ele não ter largado o trabalho do outro lado do mundo e vir correndo para você.

Algo que você, nesse ponto, deveria ter se acostumado já que o trabalho dele é literalmente…. Viajar. Como consultor de pacotes de viagem, Mingi estava sempre voando de um lugar para o outro, conhecendo paisagens e culturas maravilhosas sem você, o que ele sempre compensava de várias maneiras diferentes quando estava em casa e agora você precisava ser compensada o mais rápido possível. Olhando a caixinha do fone de ouvido vazia em cima da mesa e sentido os plugs dentro do ouvido, você lembrou do presente que ele tinha de dado e sobre toda a discussão deles serem da cor favorita do Mingi e não da sua cor favorita. Sorriu, boba, olhando para dentro da panela onde o chocolate começava a dar seus primeiros sinais de borbulhas.

"Isso não faz sentido nenhum", você balançou a cabeça, rindo.

"Faz todo sentido, além de ser uma ideia perfeita. O fato de você não gostar de verde é ainda melhor."

"É mesmo? Me agracie com toda sua sabedoria, então!", a ironia estampada no seu rosto o fez conter um sorriso enquanto mordia o lábio inferior, apertando uma das suas bochechas com força.

"Além de sempre lembrar de mim quando usar os fones, porque, afinal fui que te dei, você vai fingir ficar com raiva, porque odeia a cor verde, mas me ama”, ele parecia tão convencido da própria genialidade que beijá-lo e tirar a risadinha presunçosa dele foi mais forte do que você.

“Esquisitinho”

Você ouviu um barulho, abafado pelo fone de ouvido, de algo se chocando contra a porta, seguido de um tremor no chão. Algo foi atingido de novo e o piso tremulou mais um pouco, como se alguma coisa estivesse vindo na sua direção. Olhou em volta do cômodo, tentando entender se era ali que os barulhos aconteciam e não viu nada, andou até a janela e procurou na rua, ainda nada. De repente braços te enlaçaram e seu coração quase saiu pela boca. Encheu seu pulmão de ar e cheiro que te tomou junto com oxigênio, familiar e esperado, te fez relaxar.

“Song Mingi!”, chutando ele para longe, você segurou seu peito, tentando normalizar a respiração, “Tá tentando me matar? Achei que a casa ‘tava sendo invadida!”, você ouviu a risadinha perversa dele por cima dos seus gritos e ele foi ao teu encontro de novo, te abraçando agora de frente, as mãos segurando pela cintura e te colocando no balcão perto da pia da cozinha. Desligou a chama do fogão e beijou sua bochecha, a boca, enquanto o nariz desliza pelos lugares que conseguia, como se desejasse te inalar, ser preenchido de você. Segurou seu rosto, checando se todos os detalhes que ele tinha deixado no mês passado ainda estavam ali e sorriu quando finalizou a vistoria.

“Você tem sorte que eu menti meu dedão do pé da mesa da sala, se não teria te assustado de verdade”, a boca encontrou a sua de novo, os lábios te seguram enquanto as mãos passearam dos seus ombros e braços para as costas e a cintura, finalizando nas coxas e uma boa apertada de cada lado da bunda. Você tentava sorrir, amando cada nota de desespero que Mingi imprimia enquanto te tocava, mas ficava difícil quando os lábios dele pareciam não querer parar de sugar os seus, mesmo que isso fosse uma questão de vida ou morte.

“Eu senti tanto a sua falta…”, você disse quando ele te largou por um momento, descendo os beijos até a pele da sua clavícula, subindo um pouco a sua regata e beijando também sua barriga, saudando cada pedacinho seu. “Vem, vamos pro quarto”, e tentou descer do balcão, mas ele colocou no mesmo lugar.

“Não dá tempo”, ele ofegava e disse aquilo como se precisasse cruzar o mundo de novo para chegar até o outro cômodo. O beijo agora parecia mais controlado, prestava mais atenção aos detalhes conhecidos e, principalmente, reconhecendo-os. “Eu realmente ia te dar um puta susto, mas quando te vi meu peito doeu de tanta saudade…”, te segredou no ouvido, enquanto descia sem reserva a parte de baixo do seu pijama. Você soltou um muxoxo de dó e abraçou o pescoço, sentindo seu corpo relaxar embalado pelo dele, pelo toque desajeitado que ele começava aplicar na sua intimidade, absorvendo na ponta dos dedos o calor que você emanava dali enquanto murmurava algo para si mesmo. O toque te fez gemer procurando a boca de Mingi, que ele ofereceu rapidamente, circulando um braço atrás do seu pescoço. Suas mãos alcançaram o zíper da calça jeans, entrando no ritmo precipitado que seu namorado tinha proposto, ambos rindo com a urgência um do outro, enquanto se olhavam e dividiam a vontade de estar ali para sempre.

Ele te ajudou a deslizar o membro para dentro da sua entrada, com a mesma pressa de antes, mas buscando agora aproveitar cada detalhe de estar fisicamente conectado com você. Mingi respirou pesado e te viu apertar as pálpebras, absorvendo a sensação de preenchimento. Beijou seu nariz, deslizou o dele no seu e se moveu um pouco, segurando suas pernas que tremelicavam ao redor dele.

“Dá pra você nunca mais ir embora?”, a sinceridade do seu pedido machucou um pouco mais o coração dele e automaticamente os braços grudaram seu corpo no dele.

“Nunca mais, prometo”, ele respondeu, porque naquele momento te daria qualquer coisa que você quisesse, mesmo sabendo que essa, sobretudo, era impossível.

Deitados na cama, Mingi desliza os dedos pela tela do celular te mostrando inúmeras fotos de paisagens ao mesmo tempo que te conta como, quando e porque as tirou. Te explicando cada detalhe, te ajudando a imaginar e te tele transportando para cada canto que ele tinha percorrido na viagem. Ele sempre foi muito bom em narrar cenários, isso provavelmente era muito positivo para o trabalho dele, visto que fazer com que os clientes desejassem estar em todos aqueles lugares era o objetivo principal. Agora, por exemplo, tudo que você queria era viver os momentos registrados pelo celular com ele.

“As praias eram incríveis, incríveis mesmo! A areia era tão branquinha e macia. No fim do dia, até uma boa parte da noite, ela continuava quentinha, então quando a gente pisava, apesar do vento frio, o calor na pele era bem gostoso”, você o escutava, olhando cada vez que ele ampliava a imagem e te apontava algo na foto, mas sempre voltando sua atenção para ele e para cada micro expressão empolgada que ele te oferecia, tão apaixonada e triste por pensar que daqui há algumas semanas iria perdê-lo de novo.

Mingi passou para a outra foto e agora ele estava acompanhado de uma colega de trabalho, que você conhecia e que era um amor de pessoa, mas que a vista inacreditavelmente bonita e um tanto romântica te fez reagir quase instintivamente.

“E essa aqui?”, perguntou mesmo conhecendo a mulher há anos, já que ela sempre acompanhava Mingi nas viagens e era uma figurinha carimbada em todas as festas de fim de ano da empresa.

“Esse quarto era um sonho,” respondeu, acreditando que sua pergunta era sobre as instalações, “a vista pra praia tanto de noite quanto de manhã era perfeita, super paradisíaca. Acho que vai funcionar como pacotes de viagens para casais, principalmente lua de mel. Muitos bebês vão ser feitos lá…”, ele riu, já visualizando como poderia publicitar o destino.

“E… Vocês ficaram juntos…? Nesse quarto?”, as pausas nas perguntas fizeram Mingi pousar o olhar no seu rosto. Você ainda encarava o celular, o olhar fixo na foto, mas completamente vazio de pensamentos. Ou melhor, cheio deles.

“Não… Ela ficou em um ao lado do meu. Por que a gente ficaria no mesmo quarto?”, levantou uma sobrancelha e apoiou a cabeça em uma das mãos, buscando sinais em você para confirmar a própria hipótese.

“Ah, sei lá… Às vezes a empresa não quis pagar dois quartos… A cama parece bem grande também…”, você virou a barriga para cima e encarou o teto, imaginando mais do que queria.

“Você ‘tá se ouvindo falar?”, deu um riso rápido e a ficha finalmente caiu. "Espera, você tá com ciúmes?"

"Não...", você respondeu automaticamente, fazendo uma careta ressentida, tentando inutilmente provar que não estava.

“Tá sim. Por que você tá com ciúmes?”, Mingi puxou seu corpo para baixo do dele, te prendendo com os dois braços, e rindo sem vergonha da sua cara.

“Não tô não!”

“Tá sim! O que eu fiz?”

“Você não fez nada! Mas deveria ser eu com você nessas fotos, não ela!”, a confissão saiu meio estridente e você se sentiu patética. Respirou fundo e pegou seu namorado olhando para o lado, assustado e sem jeito, porque ele não tinha solução para o problema. “Desculpa, não é justo com você. Agora eu fui muito egoísta, me perdoa…”

“Não, você tá certa, devia ser a gente lá.”

“Poderia ser a gente lá, mas não é. O que a gente tem aqui é muito mais importante e precioso pra mim. Eu juro”, você segurou o rosto dele na sua direção, tentando a todo custo arrancar o olhar preocupado de Mingi e conseguir o espirituoso que você tanto amava de volta. “É que… Quanto mais o tempo passa, mais difícil é te ver partir e ainda pior ter que te esperar”, segurou o choro e o abraçou forte, que ele te devolveu na mesma intensidade.

“Eu te amo tanto… Prometo que vou fazer cada momento valer a pena, cada um deles”, a voz ecoou no seu ouvido, ocupando sua cabeça com conforto e calmaria.

“Eu sei, você sempre faz”, você o beijou, subindo em cima dele, que se ajeitou encostando as costas na cabeceira da cama, espalmando sua cintura com firmeza e aprofundando o beijo.

As suas mãos encontrando os cabelos dele, acarinhando a região, sem pressa, se apropriando da memória da textura que eles tinham. Mingi te dedilhava inteira, como se quisesse o mesmo, te apertando e sentindo seu corpo padecer sob o dele, começando lentamente a movimentar seu quadril na direção do dele, provocando sua intimidade nua na dele, também despida. Sentiu os líquidos que vinha de você aos poucos se espalhando pela extensão, a pele que ele segurava arrepiar e o músculo lubrificado pulsando nele.

“Não vai me provocar não… Senta direito, vai…”, ele pediu manhoso, as mãos agora segurando os dois seios com força e depois apertando ambos os mamilos, arrancando um chiado seu.

“Não ‘tô te provocando… Eu ‘tô curtindo o momento… Como a gente prometeu…”, você rebolou um pouco agora e Mingi encostou a cabeça na parede, respirando fundo. Riu, satisfeita com a reação dele, que segurou sua bunda com mais força, te dando um susto.

“Eu vou subir em cima de você, ‘tô te avisando”, ameaçou e você sabia que entregaria o controle para ele se isso acontecesse. Flexionou as coxas um pouco e com uma das mãos direcionou o membro para dentro de si. A compressão e o alargamento fizeram os dois segurarem o ar dentro do peito, soltando devagar, sincronizados.

Mingi te ajudou a movimentar o quadril, impaciente, encarando sua boca e reverenciando cada sonzinho de prazer que ela emitia. Você apoiou os braços atrás de si, balançando a cintura para frente e para trás, oferecendo o show que seu namorado merecia. Chamou o nome dele baixinho e ele segurou suas coxas, grunhindo algo desconexo e se controlando para não gozar, porque você sabia como o corpo dele funcionava, ele vibrava diferente dentro de você, os dedos te tomavam como se você estivesse prestes a esgueirar para longe dele.

“Porra, ah- Eu vou passar essas duas semanas nessa cama com você. Vem cá”, te puxou para perto dele, te abraçando pela cintura e encaixando o rosto na curva do seu pescoço. “Eu sou teu, ‘tá? Não esquece disso”, você gemeu mais alto, sentido a sensação boa crescer dentro de si, “Pra sempre, de qualquer lugar do mundo, eu sou seu e só seu”, a fala grave seguida de beijos molhados pelo queixo e pescoço faziam sua cabeça girar e segurar-se em Mingi deixou de ser uma opção para virar necessidade.

“Repete pra mim”, pediu, sentindo que você gozaria de qualquer forma em poucos segundos, mas os sons que aquelas palavras tinham eram doces demais e te davam a clareza que você precisava.

“Eu fui feito pra você, meu bem. Só pra você…”, o sussurro te alcançou e você apertou os fios curtos da nuca dele, ouvindo em seguida um ruído rouco vindo da garganta de Mingi.

Era o terceiro sorvete que você tomava e nada dele. Você o mataria dessa vez, tinha certeza. Ou ele tinha errado o horário do voo ou tinha te dito errado de propósito, e conhecendo seu namorado do jeito que conhecia, a última opção parecia mais tentadora. Já tinha desistido de encarar o portão de desembarque e agora andava na frente da vitrine de urso de pelúcia tentando decidir qual era o mais caro e que seria sua escolha de presente de desculpas dessa vez.

Algo segurou sua perna e você pulou, assustada, quase caindo em cima do vidro.

Mingi riu copiosamente. “E essa minissaia, é pra me dar boas vindas?”, perguntou te levantando no ar enquanto sentia seus braços apertarem o pescoço.

“Infeliz! Eu vou arrebentar o seu nariz!”, ameaçou, com voz de choro.

"Você fica tão gostosa quando tá brava. Meu amor…"

69 notes · View notes

terracebatman · 2 months

Text

Freddy Krueger sings I'm Just Ken.

youtube

21 notes · View notes

freakkkkkkk · 2 years

Text

Zack giving you the sweetest— yet dirtiest— smile as he leans into your ear, whispering…

“Use me, y/n.”

…Oh boy

And it was like a dream that this was happening to you. Was your intuition true? Was this the right decision?

To be fair. . .

Seeing Zack on top of you, his dick hitting against your stomach as he bounced up and down hungrily on your dick. Face and chest a tint of red, as he moans and gasps out your name every time he rolls his hips, your dick just hitting that spot that makes his whole body shudder. Pushing him down on the bed, taking over as you fuck him even deeper, Zack crying out ‘yes! yes! yes!’ and ‘right there, y/n!’ over and over again. Just watching his face twist in pleasure, eyes roll back with his tongue sticking out like he was some anime whore in a manga. Making him cum and watching him take your fingers in his mouth, his mako eyes filled with lust, staring up at you as he licked and sucked the cum off them.

Yeah. Best decision ever.

#zack fair x reader #zack fair imagine #sub zack fair #final fantasy smut #final fantasy imagines #final fantasy x reader #dom reader #sub zack? eh… ano… bweeh :p #need him bad #but here’s another trash writing :p

449 notes · View notes

skellys-selfships · 26 days

Text

f/o imagine: Freddy Krueger x reader (gender neutral)

You stand in an oddly familiar setting, the grimy boiler room of your reoccurring nightmares, everything coated in a hellish red light.

You feel tense, that tension only interrupted by a jolt of emotions upon a sharp touch along your shoulders. You feel a warm breath against your neck, shivering, feeling jagged teeth nip at your ear.

Freddy Krueger inching closer to you, your nightmarish demon pressing himself against you. He drags his claws down your thigh, the gentle brush with danger sending shivers up your spine. You let out a whimper as his tongue makes its way up your neck, he sets one hand on your waist, his clawed hand slowly dragging up your torso.

His teasing makes you lean into him, he presses his face against the crook of your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth, enticing you with the threat of biting down.

The thought of him marking you, his teeth diving into your vulnerable flesh, made you pant heavily. His hands exploring your hips and thighs, swayed them back and forth, pressing his groin against you. His raspy groans make your heart race, you shiver in his grasp, the motions between the two of you increase in pace, the noises that slip from your mouth only make him chuckle devilishly.

You whisper his name, breathlessly as his tongue flicks against your neck, dragging its way to your shoulders. Freddy's grip tightens around your hips, his razor sharp claws breaking the skin, only ever so slightly, you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You feel the sensation of his hot breath against your ear, Freddy whispering to you in a low, growly tone, "I could make all your dreams a reality, bitch."

8 notes · View notes

ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds · 8 months

Text

Passion is Sometimes a Fucked Up Thing

"Don't worry," Freddy crooned. He swept his fingers against the blood staining his chin and lips and sweater – your blood, that was so much blood – and licked it off with a forked tongue. His eyes glittered with cruel delight. "I don't kiss and tell."

Rating: Mature 🔞 Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street Pairing: NN!Freddy Krueger x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Dubcon, making out, dubiously consensual making out, biting, gore, violence, manhandling, crying, mild torture, this isn’t wound-fucking but it IS mild wound-fingering so make of that what you will, cruelty, sexual undertones, well they’re overtones tbqh, open ending AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH BLOOD FEST BAYBEE!! Week 2, with the keywords “nightmare” and “ravenous” and the prompts “gore” and “monster”. Please mind the tags on this one. I generally write more self-indulgent shit with my x reader fics, but the keywords and prompts for this week resulted in something a bit darker. But hey, this is the horror fandom. Fucked up shit is kind of our thing. As is blending the line between sex and horror lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy <3

It didn’t start out as a nightmare. It started as the furthest thing from it, really.

The dream was murky at first, hazy and faint as if you were trying to peek through a fogged-up window. The only thing you recognized was warmth around you. Holding you in place. Embracing you.

But slowly, the dream solidified, and you became more and more aware of the arm wrapped around your waist, the hand stroking your cheek, the firm pressure of lips against yours. Heat bled sweetly into your skin. When you pulled back, the person's face was blurry, their features out of focus. A blank space your sleeping brain hadn't bothered to fill in. Not that it really mattered. Not when this was a fantasy, not when they were holding you like this. Their thumb swept against your cheek, the touch reverent and tender. They leaned in again. So did you.

You could stay like this forever, you thought. In this gentle, loving embrace.

Their lips slotted against yours, teeth brushing your bottom lip. Scraping just slightly. You let out a sigh that might've been a moan. Their chest vibrated against your own, as if responding to you. The sound failed to reach your ears. But then their teeth were closing on your bottom lip, biting gently, sucking, and you didn't really care.

Arousal flooded your system as teeth tenderly worried your bottom lip and warm hands cupped your throat. Then the bite turned firmer, harsher. You nearly ground down on their lap.

Don't stop, you wanted to say. Please don't stop.

They didn't. They kept going, kept biting down until pleasure bled into discomfort. And until discomfort replaced the pleasure entirely and you started to squirm.

And then sharp pain shot through your lip and pulled.

A cry ripped out of you as you jerked back. Hardness slammed into your back. Pain buzzed through your spinning head, pain so intense you weren't sure you were breathing, weren't sure you could. Your lip burned with searing agony. Warm blood stained your mouth, your front, soaking your clothes and slickening your palms as you braced yourself on the floor.

They bit you. The thought rattled around the inside of your head. They actually bit you.

A scarred face leered down at you from beneath the brim of a fedora.

You shot to your feet. Your head swam, pounding and buzzing, and the world careened. Then it sharpened into endless halls and squealing pipes and old statues and sigils carved into aging stone. All washed in red, as if the nightmare itself had been stained with blood too.

Freddy clicked his claws together and chuckled. The edge of his mouth curled up into a mocking grin. "I'll give you a head start."

You didn't hesitate. You took off, nearly crashing into a wall and righting yourself at the last moment to barrel down a random hallway. It seemed like only seconds before the hollow thud of boots started echoing behind you. A shock of fear split down your spine. So you ran.

Ran.

Ran, breath sawing in and out in a half-sob, pain ricocheting through your gums and into your skull. Tears blurred your vision until your surroundings were just one bloody streak.

Burning metal sliced through your back and you screamed, stumbling and hitting a wall. Freddy was on you in a second. The fingers of one hand dug into your throat, his other pressing bloody metal talons against your chest. Gore stained the front of his red-and-green striped sweater. Through your tears, he looked less like a person and more like a ravenous beast eager to make his first kill of the night. The thought sent panic surging up your throat.

“This isn’t real,” you sobbed. “This isn’t real, you’re not real. This is just a nightmare. You’re just a movie character. This isn’t re–” Freddy plunged his claws into you thigh. A scream tore itself from your body. Tears spilled down your face, making your mangled lip sting.

“Does this feel like a dream to you?” he hissed. You shook your head as you cried. “No? No?” He shook you, teeth bared. “No. I didn’t think so. Here’s the thing, sweetheart. Sometimes–” He leaned in close, brushing his cheek against yours like a lover. Pivoting sharply from the violence of moments ago. You shuddered. “–Sometimes, dreams do come true.” He pulled out his claws. You choked on your own tongue. “But it’s not always the good ones.” His fingers played with the edge of your wound, coating his fingers in your blood. Slickening his movements. “In fact–” He pressed down. Blood welled and you screamed again, head thrown back in agony. “–Most of the time. It’s the bad ones that come true.” Another tender, agonizing caress. A mockery of intimacy. “Sorry to break it to ya,” he whispered, pulling away.

Your head swam from the pain, body flooding hot and cold. Something roared in your ears. Your vision went fuzzy, and for a moment you were entirely numb. Numb enough that you almost could have mistaken the punishing prodding of your thigh for a loving touch.

If you weren’t already asleep, you were certain you’d have passed out.

“Please.” The word fell from you lips unbidden.

“Please what?” Freddy jammed his fingers against your wound again. Reality – reality? – snapped back into place. You writhed in his grasp. Sobbed through grit teeth. Blood soaked your clothes.

A nightmare a nightmare a nightmare, this was all justanightmareithadtobe –

“Aw, don’t lie to me.” His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, leaving stickiness in its wake. “Don’t act like you aren’t fuckin enjoying this.”

You sobbed harder.

Because he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Even through the fear, through the pain, through the terror and agony and fucking impossibility, there was a part of you that was still stuck on how this nightmare had begun. A part of you that had latched onto the sweetness and arousal. A part of you that was all too aware of how his movements, rubbing and caressing your thigh, were so close to being something else. A part of you that knew that fear and pain weren’t the only emotions flooding your system right now.

Maybe it was some fucked up way to keep you from completely losing your mind.

But that didn’t make it any easier to admit, or any easier to stop the tears.

“Don’t worry,” he purred, all cruel sweetness and gentle bitterness. “Freddy’ll take care of you.”

#ace writes #sfbf23 #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #anoes #notsft #i was tired while revising/editing so there might be some mistakes. i'll fix em later if so

21 notes · View notes

fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 1 year

Note

Can't get enough of yandere Medic, can u pls do headcanons for him w/ a significant other who has Stockholm syndrome? Also ur posts go hard fr fr

YES OMG THANJ YOU

Tw: Stockholm syndrome, mentioned kidnapping.

•Medics strategy is essentially this- deprive until asked. If his captive wants something they’ll have to ask him, ask him nicely, and prove they need it.

•Medic wont even talk to them unless they engage. So it’s almost inevitable they develop Stockholm.

•Medic will notice it in the smaller things, the willingness to be held, leaning into his kisses, the slight swoon they develop when he’s around.

•He’s only oblivious as to why, and he assumes it’s a tactic to get him to let them go.

•Medic would likely test them, waking them up to let them out. Upon seeing that they won’t leave he’ll be over the moon.

•As much as he loves causing a little pain, it strains his heart to see his partner anxious. It gets to a point he convinces Ms. Pauling to let them on the base if they’re not already there.

•Hed let them watch him and where he’s going on a little body cam. He sees it as only fair given he keeps an eye on them in he’s quarters

•He’s so happy he can finally take them out in public, and without the risk of them running. He relishes the warmed looks of strangers staring on at them. As if they knew how hard he worked to make you this way.

•He’d always encourage them to be themselves, even if they’re completely dependent on him now.

#sorry this was a bit short Ano. I did this in haste because I got excited #Medic x reader #Yandere Medic x reader #Yandere Medic #Yandere medic Headcannons #Yandere medic x reader Headcannons #Yandere tf2 medic #yandere tf2 medic x reader

69 notes · View notes

ragequeen94 · 2 years

Text

FREDDY KRUEGER X AFAB!READER

CW blood play, daddy/babygirl kink/dynamic, its fucking Freddy Krueger so Dead Dove, very much a horny stream of consciousness, kinda turns your into a puppet via pussy fingering... you know that kinda stuff. Reader character is basically in a coma living in a dream world so there are no rules

No beta. We die like men. (Unnecessarily and for stupid reasons)

You were lying to eachother. Both of you in desperate need of a fantasy escape. Or in your case, an escape from fantasy. Your life: nothing but disappointment and shattering dreams, it had all come crashing down on you, leaving you trapped in your mind. There hadn't been much at first, but as the years slipped past in your fantasy world you were able to build something for yourself, you could at least pretend it was real. But it was still empty and hollow, fake, and predictable. The unsettling truth of living in your dream world for your entire life is that nothing surprised you. There is no danger, no mystery, no knew experience to navigate; its bland and predictable.

Until HE showed up. Danger himself, arguably the devil, or some iteration. The demon slithered his way into your mind, and it was hard to know who was more suprised. He had expected a blank slate, an empty room to rest and recover after his latest misadventure. But instead he had found a vibrant world, and at its center; you. It was hard to navigate a space he didn't feel in control of, he'd never experienced someone so lucid before and it unsettled him.

He had startled you, and you still everyday thanked him for it. A face you hadn't dreamt up on your own, a voice you didn't imagine, down to the very knit of his sweater he was a mystery to be unwrapped. Nothing you had imaged on your own and there he stood in all his nightmarish glory.

His name was Freddy Krueger.

Freddy found your mind, peaceful once he had found himself at home. In you he found a sanctuary for his own twisted fantasies. The two of you played a sick game of house. You appearing for him as the a devoted wife, and he the loving husband. It was a game for you both. He was just a man, and you were more than hollow.

You played games together, no desire untouched or unexplored. There were no rules here in your little fantasy world, and there was no limit with Freddy. He was a monster, he was a man, he was a murderer; for him you could be a virgin or a whore, whatever it was he desired of you. And you were quick to please, because he gave you the only think you couldn't give to yourself, the loss of control. What he got from you, it took a while to figure out, but with him there was no way to really know.

You hastily handed him the keys to your mind.

You sat in the hanging porch chair outside the house you had built in your mind not doing anything but enjoying to warm sun on your face, the weather always exactly what you wanted it to be. Your eyes were closed and feet snuggly fit between the chains holding it to the beams above, it made creeked slightly, the rythem lulling you to sleep, though you know it would never really happen.

You didn't even have to crack open an eye to know he was there. You could feel him, enter your mind. Like gasoline poured over a ember, suddenly the world around you buzzed with energy. He was wandering slowly though the neighborhood you had built up, maybe he liked it, maybe he thought it was funny. Like the time he had shown up and you had been living in a midevial castle playing princess for longer than you would have liked to admit.

You waited patiently, until you heard the footsteps of his heavy work boots on the wooden stairs of the house. You let your self smile but didn't open your eyes, he moved across the path of the sun, his shape making your eyelids darken for a moment. There was a scraping as he dragged over a rocking chair, right as you were going to open your eyes you heard him sigh as he relaxed, his hand reaching out and grasping yours. And then there was nothing in any world that would make you end this moment.

Neither of you said a word to the other as you lay in the warmth of the sun, not for at least an hour, but you knew Freddy would get restless after a while. So you stretched and yawned, you squeezed Freddy's hand, and blinked seeing him not in his normal way but how he had been as a human. Handsome but not the devil you really loved. You grinned and smiled as you yawned once more, whispering his name. He cracked open an eye and smiled.

"Nice day, hu?" he asked, as if he didn't know the weather was always perfect. You nodded in agreement anyway. "I missed you, sweetcheeks." His uncharacteristically soft hand brushed over your cheek and you leaned into his touch like a kitten.

"Freddy... " you smiled, but your brow crossed a little, getting ready to press a question

"Why are you..."

He put a finger to your lip, hushing you playfully before leaning back in his porch chair a little bit too dramatically. "Can we just... play house for a while? Everything will go back to normal I promise. Just... a little bit of pretend for a while, 'Kay, babygirl?"

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him with amusement, but willing to play along. It could be fun, you'd never played a domestic wife before. You'd wonder what had gotten into Freddy later. For now you nodded and agreed, squeezing his hand before getting up and scurrying off to the kitchen, giggling to yourself as you opened the fridge and pulling out the strawberry lemonade and pouring Freddy a big glass and rushing to bring it back to him. During your little trip you reimagined your clothes, trading out your normal shirt and pants for a 1940s style dress in black and red.

Your now heeled shoes clicked on the wooden floors as you pranced back out onto the porch offering Freddy the cold glass. He cracked open an eye and smiled, visibly amused. "And what is this about, baby?"

You smiled, red painted lips looking wet and plump, you stole a sip of the lemonade before placing it in his hands. "Its a hot day today, darling."

His eyes looked you up and down, as he gulped down the drink. "I thought I said i wanted a quiet day..."

His fingers were on your knee, they were cold and a little wet from holding the glass. A shiver went over your body, as his fingers moved up your legs and between your thighs. When his fingers traced the slit between your fat lower lips hid mouth twisted into a crooked smile. "Nothing under your dress babygirl?" His lustful eyes locked with yours as you wiggled under his touch. His middle finger tip still barely slowly caressing between the folds of your pussy. "Do you want to show daddy?"

He didn't care he was on the porch in the middle of the day, and neither did you, mostly because none of it was real, but for the fantasy it was more than enough. You shivered again, goose bumps covering you skin even though the day was warm. He brought the lemonade to his lips once more with his free hand, his other still playing with your cunt. He watched as your shaking hands reached down and grasped the edges of your dress and lifted the fabric, obviously not enough for him to see, but you were entitled to your own games. You feigned shyness, your body quivering more in anticipation. "Like... this... Freddy..."

He chuckled, his eyes drifting over your exposed legs. "All the way babygirl. Let me see your pretty pussy. You didn't wear anything underneath... you must want daddy to see."

You lifted your dress all the way up to your hips so he had a full view of you and how his finger slid so easily between your lips, just teasing your clit and inner folds. He finished his drink and placed it down on the ground, leaning back a little to watch as he added a second finger. Both of them sliding back and forth drawing out the slick wetness that betrayed your desperation.

You whined, as you stood before him, taking everything you had to stay still and wait. He would reward you, he always did, he would do anything, give anything to his twisted love, but that didn't mean the wait wasn't that much harder.

He pressed his fingers hard against your clit, letting it slip between his fingers, pinching and rolling it at the pace that he seemed most amusing. You rolled your hips just slightly, inching your hole closer to his fingers, desperate to have him inside you. But he pulled back, clicking his tongue. "Babygirl you know if you want something from daddy you have to use your words." Freddy loved his little game...

"Daddy... please..." you whimpered. Freddys tongue licked over his lips, his free hand reaching down to his brown slacks and adjusting his cock. He was visually aroused, the fabric tenting and strained, you stared hungrily; but were immediately pulled from your focus as Freddy's fingers slipped into your hole. You gasped, fisting your skirts tighter and holding them to your chest.

"Babygirl, you should have told me you were so wet down here. How is daddy going to help you if you don't tell him." Freddy's fingers pumped in and out of your cunt slowly, thick strings of slick collected on his fingers and palm; you were dripping in need. His fingers curled inside if you and tugged you forwards, pulling you towards his mouth but the cunt. He shifted forward, dropping to his knees, now his head was low enough to place gentle kisses to your cunt. His long slippery tongue slipped between your lips and flicked over your clit a few times before he sealed his lips over it, suckling on it harshly. your legs buckled, still gripping your dress you had to support yourself on his shoulders for a moment before straightening yourself out.

When you were able to lift your skirts again you found the soft blond curls had disappeared, instead scared fleshed remained. He had returned to his own self, the version of him you loved, your demon. His filthy tongue was still on you, working over you clit, while his fingers stretched you open. There was an added sensation however, the soft flesh of his right hand, that had previously been gripping the back of your knee was now once again covered in leather and metal. The sharp blades of his clawed glove clicked like the ringing of tiny bells as they ran up and down the back of your thigh. They nicked your flesh and left light scratches in their wake, but you knew they could do so much more. He promised you often, that when you so desired it, you would meet your end on his blades and be his forever. But not yet... not when he offered you so much pleasure.

You were getting close to your end, a first of many you hoped, you cried out as his tongue danced. Unfortunately it was too much of a warning for Freddy and he pulled away. His scared mouth wet from you, his devilish tongue running over his lips. His fingers slipped from you, and he wiped them on his pants, looking over you. "You weren't going to tell me you were going to cum, hu? Sneaky bitch."

"I knew you'd stop... " you pouted. "Freddy..." you lowered your dress so you were able to see him better.

Instead of acknowledging you he lifted the dirty glass from the ground. "Go clean this up. I'll think about letting you cum." You huffed, but reminding yourself of the game of house you took the dirty glass to the kitchen. You considered faking it, and just willing it to be clean, or just out of existence, but that would be cheating. You had just grabbed the dish rag to dry the glass when suddenly you felt a hand grasp your hair. You where yanked back from the sink and thrown to the kitchen island behind you, your stomach colliding this the marble top and making you double over.

Suprised you looked behind you, to see Freddy closing in on you. His left hand grabbing fist fulls of your hair and pressing you down onto the countertop. Your cheekbone hurt as it pressed into the cold stone and your ribs ached at the angle. His clawed hand was pushing up your skirts and bunching them around your waist. He used his heavy boot to kick open your legs, your body jolting, trying to keep its balance, but you still found yourself grasping at the counter top to stop from falling.

Freddy swapped his hands, his blades caging in the back of your head, leather covered palm resting at the base of your skull. Your peripheral vision filled with the shining metal edges of his claws, his thumb and pinky pressed dangerously on either side of your neck. You hadn't thought to much about the strength and size of his hands before, not until now when you felt dwarfed under his grasp.

"Your a good little bitch aren't you. working so hard to keep daddy's house nice and clean." His left hand slid up your thighs, his two middle fingers finding their way back into your dripping hole, thumb playing with your ass. "Such an obedient little whore I have."

You tried to look back at him but there was no way you could move under his grip. Your hands slipping and clawing at the counter as he tortured you. His hand left your cunt, you you heard him unzipping his pants, the only warning you had was him lining up his cock before forcing himself in to the base, despite your play he was thick and your insides struggled to accommodate all of him in once go. The air was forced from your lungs and you cried out in anguish, eyes rolling back into you head as you succumbed to him.

Freddys free hand gripped your side tightly, blunt nails digging into your flesh, before slapping your ass. "Fuck... Daddy's so proud of you babygirl... taking all my cock all at once." Freddy was gasping in between cackles above you, he hadn't moved yet, warming his cock in side if you. He wasn't letting you adjust, he wanted your body to relax around him so he could tear you apart all over again and again. "Fucking cunt was made for me... you were born to take daddy's cock... such a good little wife..."

You were sobbing, trying to push back against him, heated body crying out for him to give you what you needed.

"Needy bitch." He smacked your ass a few more times before slowly pulling back his cock. The friction was painful, he has been still for too long inside of you, his skin pulling and dragging on your insides. He hissed as he looked down, watching his cock drag and slide in and out of you. "Fuck bitch, your pussy looks so good getting fucked by my cock. So fucking wet..."

You moaned, arms finding something to do as they the reached back and spread your ass apart for him, holding yourself open and spread for him to see all of you; and Freddy seemed pleased. He groaned, pressing more of his weight onto his gloved hand, still gripping the back of your head. His right hand dipped between you both and started playing with your asshole, at first dancing over the puckered skin before wiggling a finger inside, you were a writhing sobbing mess under him but there was no end in sight. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed, babbling nonsense and crying out his name.

"So fucking tight..." it almost sounded like a complaint, until you realized be was talking about your ass, with the way he was fucking your cunt there was no way you had any control over yourself, every muscle in your body reacting to the way he violated every one of your holes. Freddy leaned back and spat on your ass, collecting his saliva and using it as a poor excuse for lube, two of his fingers now fingering your ass, moving in time with his cock. He looked down on his ruined play thing, mouth twisting into a grimace. He pulled his gloved hand away from your head, the metal hinges snagging and tearing your hair. He gripped one of your shoulders, forcing you to twist in the middle, lifting one leg up to the counter top he fucked you sideways. "Show me your tits babygirl. Daddy wants to see how you like to play with them..."

You did as you were told. Despite the painful angle and seemingly impossible feat of staying upright you were able to drag both your arms up to your chest and drop the front of your dress below your chest, exposing the last piece of yourself to him. Obediently you went to pinch and pull at your nipples, trying to keep your eyes from fluttering closed so you could watch his lustful face. He looked as blissed as you, your demon so enraptured by how your body drank him in.

His clawed hand reached out and grabbed at your chest, claws scratching over your breast gliding over pebbled nipples. "This is what you love isn't it babygirl... this is what makes me God..." in response you fluttered open your eyes, enough to see his gloved hand heald just over your face, so you leaning into it, pressing your skin into the blades as much as you dared, tongue oh so gently sliding up the razor edge, blood pooling and dripping off the end of your tongue. You moaned at the taste of copper.

You were pretty sure Freddy's brain broke at the sight, his brow twitching and moving in a way you had never seen, almost a mix of love, lust, and fear. He used the fingers that were buried fingering your ass to pull your body up the counter top, your bent leg dropping to the floor harshly, your toes dancing on the tile. Your arms shot down to catch your weight, but you needn't worry. The glove was wrapped around your throat the blades cutting into the sides of your face and neck, but you didn't care. Anything Freddy wanted to do with your body is what you wanted.

His thrusts got harder, three fingers fucking your ass as hard as they could at this angle. He treated you like a toy he didnt care if he broke. The clawed glove tightened around your throat, you scrambled, gasping for air and loosing your grip on the counter. He jolted your body up again, dragging you around by your throat and hole, you toes left the floor, all of your body anchored on the hard edge of the counter, your thighs turning purple and bloody. He heald you against his chest by the neck, blades threatening to slice deep into your flesh. Your head turned towards his face, mouth hanging open and limp, blood mixxed with saliva dribled down over your chin. His own filthy mouth opening wide as he gasped for air, dirty toungue wiggling before it slid over yours. He tasted your blood, suckling it from your sliced tounge like milk. Red smeared between you both and dripped onto the countertop, but Freddy didn't care, his good little wife loved the pain as well as the pleasure, that's why she was so perfect for him, he thought.

Blood ran down down your chest, dripping from clean slices in your face and neck, he squeezed tighter, your vision was going, black spots popping along the edges, you mouthed and gasped but no air was reaching your lungs, blood unable to get to your brain. Darker and darker your vision faded, until there only the thump of your heart in your ears the the feeling of Freddy tearing apart your gut. Your entire existence shrunken down to nothing but a wet hole for him to breed or break.

And then the glove was gone, air came rushing back into your lungs, lightning sparking behind your eyelids and you screamed out, body falling hard onto the stone. You came, muscles contracting so hard you nearly forced his cock out if you, but he kept in place, holding you as he rocked your spasmming body against his own. Both his hands caging your in, as he followed you, he burried his cock deep, ramming through your tight cervix,emptying himself into your womb.

He repeated over and over.... "good girl... good girl... good girl..." as he stilled. You both stayed frozen in place for a while, gasping for air, bloody wounds starting to clot. He shifted, and His softening cock slipped out of you, dragging out a gush of cum that ran down your legs in thick ropes; and then Freddy did something a little out of character and leaned down to your cheek, pressing his lips over the lacerations and kissing gently, he whispered. "You did such a good job for me. Gimme' me a minute baby, and I'll get you cleaned up okay?"

You nodded, as he helped your body crumple onto the floor slowly before he tucked himself back into his pants. You looked up at him expectedly, waiting for him to catch his breath. Your eyes locked for a moment, and Freddy's throat tightened as he looked into your wide wet eyes, looking up at him.

"Fuck..." He muttered.

#horror #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x oc #freddy krueger x you #a nightmare on elm street #anoes #smut #80s slasher #slashers #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slasher x you

138 notes · View notes