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honeyglz · 1 year

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</3 Breaking up w/ mha characters + little snippets </3

A/N - Let me know if you guys want full length fics for any of these cause I may or may not do some. Im starting this off with the main three but hopefully Ill do more characters later. Also Shoto's is a lil shorter than the rest my bad. Yk the drill on rpoof reading.

Reader- GN for Bakugou and Deku, fem used for Todoroki (Though it could be veiwed as more of a Afab reader instead, just mind the pronouns) , She/Her, You/Your/ Yours

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters aside from my depiction of Y/N.

Pairings (separate) - Bakugou x (engaged)reader, Deku/Midoriya x (dating) reader , Todoroki x (engaged) reader

Warning- Mentions of violence/death/injury (No abusive relationship is written in this it is just part of their jobs as hero's). Arranged marriage for Shoto's

Category- Angst Check Master-list for follow up's for each character.

-♡- ✮Bakugou K.✮

Reason: He didn't care enough to make time

Plain and simple.

He's a busy guy, esp once he becomes a pro hero

It starts off small too

He misses the good morning kiss he usually gives you

Next its coming home late

At first you thought maybe he was just tired.

Until he starts blowing off dates. Here you were. Sitting in your chair uncomfortable with the amount of whispers that you could hear. 3 hours you had been waiting. Pity glanced brushed off your shoulders as you sighed flagging down a waiter. "ready to order?" the waiter said in a small voice as he watched you try to cover the sadness in your tone "Yea.. Ill take.."

Katsuki arrived home later that night. Covered in soot and ash as he lay on the couch.

You found him in the morning, still fast asleep.

You sighed as you let it slide, he was busy, surely it was a one time thing right?

Wrong

So so very wrong

He had missed a total of 20 dates

20 .

It wasn't until you finally had enough of being second place to his job did you try and talk to him...

Bad idea. It was late. The glow from your alarm clock light your face, dried tears staining your checks. You looked down at the sliver ring on your finger. Unaware of the door to your shared apartment having been opened. Katsuki's footsteps were heavy, sluggish movements as he kicked off his boots. His gauntlets thrown carelessly onto the couch noticing the dim light from your shared bedroom. Tracking his way into the room he noticed you staring down at your ring, twisting it nervously as you spaced out. A low grumble snapped you from your thoughts as you stared up at him, eyes devoid of the warm glow he fell in love with. "Bakugou. We need to talk." His thoughts came to a halt at your words. Why the actual fuck were you using his last name? He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sighed clearly annoyed at the shit you were trying to pull. "Can this wait, Im fucking tired and-" he huffed only to be cut off "It can't wait." There was a cold sadness to your voice, foreign to his ears. He had to be hearing things. He watched as you stood only now taking in the rest of the room. Your things were missing. "Did we get robbed or sumthin- where the fuck is all your stuff" He said making a vague gesture to what now felt like a very empty room. Katsuki's eyes landed on the packed suitcase. Everything clicking in place now. You were leaving. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked you over. You looked almost as tired as him. You kept your eyes low fidgeting with the ring once more before speaking. Your words calm and thought out. "I think we should take a break" Now. Katsuki has grown alot in the past years. But something inside him snapped at hearing the dreaded words fall out of your mouth. To him you were giving up on him. Like everyone else. Emotions swirled through his scarlet eyes before an anger bubbled over them.

Yeaaaa.....

Safe to say you both didnt recover from that. -♡- ✮Midoriya I. (Deku !!)✮

Reason- He's too scared of leaving you that he kept you at arms length.

You heard me right folks

Poor bby is scared that one day he wont be around and he'll leave you all alone

Solution?

Leave you all alone while he's still alive :D

Being fr tho ever since he became the new symbol of peace he's had this unconscious state of "Any moment may be my last"

Thing is he didn't really develop this until one night.... There had been a villain attack, one far more catastrophic then anyone would have predicted. Izuku came home hours later battered and bruised beyond belief. Walking into the your shared house it wasn't until he heard muffled cries that he snapped out of his daze rushing to the source only to find you, clutching his shirt, tears streaming down your face as the sound of the news blasted through the room. You turned your head to see your boyfriend, leaning against the door frame, splattered with blood and dirt his clothes torn with wounds oozing the horrid crimson liquid. Your glossy eye's met forest green and you sprang to your feet tripping as you fell, hands gripping his. That night Izuku fought tears while he watched you try to scold him between sobs about how he should have called you. How scared you were and how much you needed him to come home after stuff like that. Something in him switched that night. He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

And so he distanced himself

AND I DONT WANT ANYONE BEING LIKE

"Oh why dont u just come home early when stuff like that happens or be more careful"

At the end of the day there is no guarantee he'll be able to call you.

Or that he'll always be safe

There's no guarantee He'll be alive at the end of the day.

Its the realistic statistic's of his life

And of course being the symbol of peace, he had to accept that

But the thought of leading you on with the rest of the world

Leading you to think that every night he'll be there to lay next to you.

Allowing you to feel so much pain if he ever did leave.

The thought alone had him uneasy.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

Letting you leave first. You sighed as you packed your things, Izuku watching out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to act indifferent to it all. "I think that's the last of it..." You said gripping the handle as you looked over to the man you had loved for years. The man that you thought you would marry. The man who now wouldn't even spare you a glance. A uninterested hum echoed through the house. Utter shock painting your face as you scoffed biting back tears that threatened to spill once again. You turned on your heel hand hovering over the cool steel of the door handle before you stopped. "You're not the man I fell in love with, not anymore." You turned the handle leaving the shattered man behind. The slam of the door making the hero flinch. He did it. He kept you save. So why was he still crying? -♡- ✮Todoroki S.✮

Reason - He never gave it a chance

You two had been young when your parents arranged for you both to be wed.

You were told since day one about it.

Shoto, not so much.

It wasn't until he turned 18 was he told of this.

His first thoughts?

He hated it.

He hated the whole idea.

He despised it so much that he fought tooth and nail to get out of it. "You're not listening to me- I don't want to marry someone I've never met!" Anger filled his body as he yelled at his stoic father. The man never once cracking a look of sympathy for his son. Instead he stood up, firm eyes trailing down to the duo coloured ones below. "She had no problem with it. I don't see why you're making such a fuss, its for the family's blood line and-" Shoto felt flames crawl up his skin as he listened to his fathers ramble. Tired of it all he left leaving the man talking to thin air. He paced his training room before sending the room into a pit of rage filled flames. Ice covered the windows as he let out all his pent up anger. Cursing aloud at how foolish anyone would be to marry someone they didn't know.

Safe to say he didnt even want to meet you.

But you did and eventually got engaged.

But it was all a lie.

He didn't love you. He made sure you both knew it -♡- A/N I ran out of room. :/ I can redo Shoto's if yall end up liking this idk

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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Hey Bexxx buddy pal-o I have a second request for you 👀 Would you be able to write Freddy with a virgin reader who is totally into him and wanting him badly but because she's never done anything before Freddy OF COURSE teases her about it and there's lots of degrading dirty talk and praise combined while he prepares her and finally takes her, obviously getting off on being her first but being a bastard about "you want a man like me to be your first? You must be a dirty little whore for me" Thank you bestieeeeeee

AY! LOTTIE! Yes, yes, yes! You can SO have this! I haven’t really done virgin s/o stuff before so this is a fucking fun one, esp with Freddy because you are right he would be SO into this. Bastard has a corruption kink for sure. I am sorry this took so long to get to but the mood was finally right, been too long since I have written the burnt bastard so here it is at long last. Hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! Let’s fucking get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.1K. Freddy Krueger X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Pining. Needy Reader. Masturbation. Groping. Manhandling. Teasing. Voyeurism. Taunting. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cum Play. Pet Names. Name Calling. Degradation. Praise. Body Worship. Knife Play, Cunnlingus. Loss Of Virginity. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Cream-Pie.

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You Really Want Me?

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Choosing a reason as to why you liked and wanted him so badly was essentially impossible. Something about his voice, so rough and what he chose to say as he came after you. How he taunted and called out to you, he loved to call you names and it had the awful effect of turning you on.

The times you would be chased and think you would have lost him only for him to actually be right behind you and whispering in your ear that had you jumping out of your skin were honestly too many, you just kept falling for it. Was that because he was that quick and quiet and crafty or because you actually liked it and allowed it to keep happening? Enjoying the feeling of him so close to you, gloved hand on your shoulder and his hot breath fanning over the side of your face as he leaned in and spoke low in your ear. There was this quality to it that just got to you.

How he moved was another.

Stalking you, that confidence in how he moved, that particular swagger to his walk, it was like he fucking knew that the way he acted, the whole package of it all would invoke such feelings in you. And the way he made you feel. You feel nearly out of control, needy and overcome with desire, you would wake up soaked, out of breath, chest heaving and your shaking hands would find their way under whatever you wore to bed that night. Usually your pyjamas were torn and dirty from the chase and him putting his hands on you, and with your eyes still closed you would chase that feeling he gave you. You’d recall what he said and how he looks at you, fan the flames until the need is satiated and you stop shaking and finally then and only then do your eyes open to face the day, the taste of his name still weighing heavily on your tongue.

You think of him on a near constant basis. He invades your thoughts at the worst possible moments, almost as if those mental intrusions were orchestrated by the dream demon himself.

I mean how can you help it? He puts those awful thoughts and fantasies in your head, he calls you terrible things, you swear you weren’t like this until he showed up, it is like he woke something up in you. It’s all his fault! It wasn’t like you never masturbated before him, far from it, but ever since he showed up the amount you did it ramped up significantly. You would find yourself rutting against one of your pillows, the bottom of your shirt tucked in your teeth as you ground yourself, desperate for release but more than that, it was for him, all of it was for him and to go further it wasn’t just a fantasy.

There was genuine want behind it.

Part of the problem, you know, other than him being a murderous dream demon and not of this plane of reality, something entirely inhuman, was the fact that you had never had sex with anyone. Not even just sex not even a steamy make out session or even an awkward bout of forced seven minutes in heaven at some stupid middle school party. You had exactly zero experience that wasn’t from your own hands and clearly he has had, well you weren’t sure but certainly more than that.

So it isn’t meant to be. How would you even initiate that? I mean he is trying to kill you right? You think so, he says it, threatens it all the time but hasn’t yet, when you’ve questioned, he tells you he thinks you are, “-fun to play with-” and “-he wasn’t in a rush.”

Point is you are alive and will be for the foreseeable future and might as well indulge, there wasn’t any harm in it, right?

Turns out there is.

You’ve been doing it so damn often it was part of your routine and you’d started to actually NEED it. You were so busy today you hadn’t had a chance to do it and you had an early start tomorrow and it was already so late, you didn’t think you could do it and if you tried you might just fall asleep in the middle of it. So even though you were soaked and wanting, you decided to instead ignore the urge, for once, and just go to sleep.

You change and fall into bed, sleep overtakes you surprisingly quickly, you’d worn yourself out so thoroughly earlier and were so tired it happens easily.

You are dreaming soon.

A hazy one, a dream where what is happening isn’t super clear but the feeling inside of you is. You were feeling excited before bed but now it was so much worse, you were so damn turned on, the kind where you squirm and the slightest move causes the most delicious friction which in turn makes your hips buck involuntarily and the feeling that brings makes you move again and it just keeps going, feeding into itself.

You can’t help yourself.

You give in and start to touch. There isn’t any preamble like you normally do. No softness or feeling over your clothing, one between your legs and in your underwear, they are drenched and had to be pulled away from you, had been plastered to your skin until you separated the thin layer, your fingers begin to work quickly. You knew just what you needed and with how worked up you were it felt so good.

Circling your clit with that perfect pressure that makes your eyes want to roll back. One hand going up your shirt, taking turns teasing your nipples as you writhe, it seems like you are still in your bed as you dream, you were felt on fire, so totally turned on that you felt heavy from it, mind was clouded with desire and arousal. You drag your fingers through the centre and collect even more of your wetness and use it as lube, making the movements even more slippery, fingers sliding over that most sensitive part, making your breath catch.

Your thoughts are fragmented but there is one thing that is on your mind, one commonality, him. His voice, his touch, his words, permeating your mind, your fingers slip inside, curl into yourself in a rhythm along with your thoughts, him, him, him. You think of him doing this, of drawing the sounds out of you and making you lean more into it, arching and causing you to finally break that dam, to gasp out, “-Freddy!”

He really picked well when he chose you.

He was watching you. Had been called to you when you fell asleep. He always kept an ear out for when you entered his realm, waited for it, knew your schedule and when you usually went to bed as of late, so when you literally started to call his name it really got his attention, even then he wasn’t expecting this. He knew you were more into him than most but to find you finger fucking yourself almost chanting out his name was the best way this night could have turned out. He was gonna do the usual bullshit, a little chase, a little taunting and groping but now all that had gone out the window.

He was going to do so much more.

He just needed to pick his moment.

Until said moment presents itself he simply enjoys the view. You with your eyes closed, panting out and grinding into your hand, fondling yourself and seeming to be getting the most out of it, loving every second and he was loving it too. Getting to see you so uninhibited and enjoying your own body so unapologetically was hot as fuck for him.

You were getting really frantic now. Brows knitted together, breathing so hard, trembling, hand actually faltering a little, as if maintaining the right pace and pressure wasn’t as important now, like it was allll good and you were at the point where anything might push you over. So close, on the very edge is when he makes his move.

You were moaning out his name, almost there about to tip over “Freddyyyy-”

A low whistle is what gets your attention first followed by that same voice that had just been invading your skull mere seconds ago, “I just loooove how you say my name like that.”

Your eyes flying open and your hand stopping as your gaze lands on him, your heart almost stopping too. He pushes off the doorframe of your bedroom he was just leaning against and comes forward, that same confident strut as he approaches and you realize yourself, hand hastily pulled from your soaked slit and scooting up the bed, as if you could get away from him with your legs practically like jelly from how close you’d been less than a minute ago. “Jesus! Freddy-what the fuck?!”

He laughed, “Evening sweets.” and that makes you press your thighs together, to help hide your shame and how wet you were and also because fuck that shouldn’t get to you but it does. You ignore him and ask, “How long were you watching?”

“Long enough to hear you moan my name at least twenty fucking times. I mean hell, I didn’t even influence you there! You did that shit all on your own! Am I in your head THAT much?”

He is getting closer, approaching your bed, he looks far too comfortable in your room, that glove of his at his side, blades slightly splayed, your heart pounds harder at how the light glints off of them. He is still talking, in true him fashion, not shutting the fuck up.

“You were so loud, you know that? Stuffing your fingers in that soaked cunt, you sounded so wet.” He was right at your bedside now, looking at you like he had too much on his mind, “Moaning my name over and over, calling out to me. You’re fucking begging for it, aren’t you?”

In a shockingly bold moment you figure to take advantage of your current situation and tell him that yes in fact that is the case. You admit that you want him, need him, badly, you sound almost pathetic as you start to ramble. “Fre-Freddy, yes, yes okay, I totally do, I want you, I’ve BEEN wanting you so much.”

There was still that other issue and you keep on talking, since you got the courage to get started you decide to not stop and say, “B-but I’ve never! That is to say I haven’t uhm...I’ve never been with anyone before.”

You say that last sentence with your eyes downcast, fingers tangled in your bedsheets, terrified of his reaction. You fucking said it and it was out there now, couldn’t be taken back.

He laughs again. Hard, almost doubles over, gloved hand on his stomach before he comes back up to his full height, non-gloved hand wiping at his eye before saying all too amused, “A fucking virgin?! No way. And you want ol Freddy to be your first?”

You confirm. “Yeah, I am. And yeah, I do.”

He loves that too much. His glove comes down, blades drag over the exposed skin and up your leg, taking his sweet time and you want to shiver. He is taunting you now, the tone is so teasing, “Never taken dick in your life and you’re already like this?”

You shift on the bed as the blade is on your thigh, “I’m almost a little scared to see what you are gonna be like after getting a real taste.”

He is so much closer, he is leaning down, you look up and meet his gaze as he asks, “Are you sure you can handle it, princess?”

Fuck. You were really here, doing this, had the chance, he was offering it and you had to do this, a literal dream scenario, you might be slightly embarrassed but you assert yourself and say, “Yes. I want this.”

This was fucking perfect. He was going to give you everything you wanted. He starts to touch you, gloved hand and non, pushing you back down onto the bed, starting to grope and feel you, he moves fast but you wouldn’t dare breathe a word of complaint, you were enjoying all of it.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” You were sure he would make good on that claim. “You want that hmm? Want to get destroyed by me?” Another timid nod and he palms himself through his pants, “Fuck that’s hot.”

He is on the bed, one leg between yours as his hands work, sliding up your sides, leaning in closer still, you always get so hot with him like this, almost pressed to you but the intent in his touch and eyes makes it so much worse this time around.

“Don’t expect any fucking rose petals or candlelight. Whores like you don’t deserve such nice treatment.” He says it just right, in that perfect and teasing tone of his and you love when he talks like that.

Desire is too much and so you make the move and you instigate the first kiss. Tug on his sweater, pull him to you and you moan into it when your lips meet his.

He returns it. Messy and with tongue almost immediately, it’s filthy and just perfect, exactly how you pictured he would kiss you and it makes you clench around nothing.

He palms your tits and your heart races at the feeling of the glove, how dangerous it is, the metal is cool and when he moves like this, allowing you to purposefully feel the edges of those blames you squirm, breathe harder, fear and arousal filling you in almost equal measure. You don’t shy away, want it so fucking much, don’t even care if he hurts you in the process at this point, you want it however he is going to give it.

You are so caught up in all of it and you have no idea what to focus on, how his mouth is moving on yours, the taste of him, the weight of his body and fuck, just him.

He is complimenting your body at this point in between kissing you, he’s telling you that, “You are so soft, so pliable-”

His gloved hand grips harder, blades almost bite into your flesh and you inhale harshly, nose wrinkling from the threat of the pain and he says, with a chuckle, “-so easy to hurt.”

You get off on that a little more than you should again. He takes notice of that too. To be fair, the way you grind against his thigh isn’t subtle. “Oh you like that shit, slut?”

His glove moves, the sound of those blades knocking together, metal on metal and it is near your face, you bite your bottom lip.

“You get off on this?” A small look to his weapon and you nod shakily, you did, you liked it so fucking much.

Blades hook into the fabric and he starts to work on cutting what little clothing you wore to bed that night. Ripping your tank top and sodden panties from your body, tossing them aside and it truly strikes you in that moment how weak you are for him.

He has caught glimpses previously but this was the first time getting to see you totally on display and he had to admit he loves what he sees. Gloved hand is holding himself up, hand placed next to your head and his non-gloved hand came down and pawed greedily at your newly exposed skin.

“Look at you-” a tug on your nipple that had you arching up into him, “-what a body on you. It’s like you're built to be a good little whore.”

His hand trails down further, he isn’t being that careful, definitely just taking what he wants at this moment rather than being concerned with what you want and that is probably too enjoyable. “You just need some direction. Don’t worry, I can show you.”

You couldn’t hold back the moan that left you at that thought, him teaching you just what to do. His hand was right between your legs by this point, fingers trace over you, spreading the ample wetness he finds there and it makes your breath catch. No one other than you had ever touched you here or fuck, ever done any of this to you but this in particular felt momentous, it looks like he is going to finger you and you hold back the urge to start shaking already.

“Shit, you are soaked, toots.” The look on his face, that sick and twisted smile, he was getting off on this more than you were, if how hard he felt against your thigh was any indication. “Barely touched you and my fingers are coated.”

You try to glance down and see and he tsk’s, “Here, let me show you.”

His hand comes up and his fingers smear your slick on one cheek and it makes your face scrunch a little, turning away and he laughs.

He is spreading the remainder, over your lips and passing over until it is on your other cheek, it feels warm and wet and you can smell yourself. You open your mouth to begin to protest but his hand is back below your waist and two fingers ran up, a quick swirl on your clit that makes you let out this sound akin to a whimper before those same fingers dive inside of you for the first time and any complaints are quickly forced from your head before the words can form.

He starts to move, beginning to finger you, slipping back and forth, in and out, palm grinding into you and the friction to your clitoris makes your eyes squeeze shut. He curls his fingers once, twice and three times and finds what he is looking for with an almost practiced ease and the gasp that you let out makes him laugh again, the sound of it rings out and causes another flush of heat to tear through you along with an even louder moan than before.

“What a pathetic sight, barely done a damn thing and you are losin’ your damn mind.” You are reacting so much with the simplest moves, he isn’t even going that hard and you are squirming so much below him on the bed sheets.

He presses his palm harder and you buck up into his open hand, grinding yourself onto it in hopes of getting even more stimulation. “Fucks sake like a bitch in heat humping my hand.”

It’s true. You were just so desperate to get off already and you’d barely gotten started with him. In classic fashion for him he wasn’t shutting up, “You should see the puddle your makin’. Totally messing up your sheets.”

It sure felt that way to you, could feel the slick pooling under your ass but you don’t focus on that for very long, he is hitting that sweet spot so well, how was he picking up on it so quickly. He leaned in, tongue licked a messy stripe up your throat and you shifted under him, he hummed at tasting the salt of your sweat, before breathing into your ear, “I can see in that fucked up mind of yours-” Oh shit that’s right, he can.

“-can practically feel everything you can with how your brain is screaming when I do something like this-” And a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, a good grind of his palm and a bite on the side of your throat had you crying out his name, body jerking underneath him.

You are losing your mind at how good it feels and how easily he is making you break apart in his hands. It is so much different from your own touch, so much more intense, in a few mere minutes you feel the edge approaching, moans increasing in pitch, almost gasping for air as you feebling attempted to warn him of your impending orgasm, as if he wasn’t well aware of it already from how hard your walls were clamping down on his fingers. All you could convey was one word, while your moans were loud the word left you in a whisper, “Cl-close-”

And just like that he pulls away. His fingers slide out and he sits up on his knees between your legs, you look up at him, pouting and almost unable to suppress the whine you want to let out, your hands raise and fall back to the sheets, in a move of frustration, a silent tantrum at the loss of your orgasm. He slips his fingers into mouth and groans at the taste as he sucks them clean and when they leave his mouth he curses and even compliments how “-delicious you taste.”

You are taken aback, you can still barely grasp this is happening and hardly over the loss of your orgasm but he moves you so fast, legs pushed up and he is between them impossibly quick, those same legs thrown over his shoulders. Surprised yelp leaves you and then his mouth is on you.

That first lick leaves you arching, a loud moan, nearly begging already, “Freddy!”

He licks and tastes, sloppy and hungry, he really dives in, he moans against you and the vibrations against your clit make your hips buck with a loud groan. The pleasure is different than when his fingers were working you over, somehow even more intense, it’s like you are totally alive with sensation, somehow feel more awake than you ever had even though you are asleep and dreaming.

The feeling is unlike anything previously experienced, something so startlingly intimate about it. Him tasting you, drinking you up and eating you whole. Tongue sliding over your clit and circling it before pulling it into his mouth with a hard suck that had your thighs tensing around his head. “God! Fu-fuck, Freddyyy-”

He is being so messy with it and you are a mess yourself. Panting, wiggling, he sucks on your clit again and his fingers are back into the mix, working in and out of you at the same time. You are unable to stop the small sounds that are ripped from your throat with every solid move of his fingers and steady lick of his tongue and suck on that most sensitive part of you. And still, even with his mouth hard at work he still finds the time and makes the effort to pause at points to taunt you further, “Listen to you! And you complain that I never shut up.”

His mouth back on you and fingers never slowing even when he comments meaning that you can’t even spit out a witty retort, as if you were mentally capable of thinking up one, instead moaning loudly over and over. “Such a sweet cunt, could eat it all night.”

You almost wished he would when it feels this good. Funny thing about being involved with him is that it almost seals your fate. If there is an afterlife you certainly weren’t going to end up in whatever good version of it there was, not by committing such sin with him. Honestly laughable that the closest taste to heaven you will ever get is given to you by a literal demon.

“You’re shaking so much.” You were getting close again and he could surely tell. He pulls back, fingers leave you once more and you do sob this time, “NO! Pl-please I was al-most there!”

He laughs, it isn’t mean, more fond, his hands are on your thighs, dragging along, tips of those blades almost break the skin and you squirm again. “Shh, shh, I know, I know hon, but you’re gonna get what you want real soon. You feel and seem real ready to me.”

Your eyes finally open again and when did he lose his clothes?

He climbs over you, his body is over yours, hands roaming again, knives so close to cutting you but not enough pressure for that, the sensation just teases more than anything. He isn’t really being rough, just firm, sure of himself as he always is. This is really fucking happening, you are about to give yourself to him, bare fingers on his non-gloved hand are pressed to your mouth, “Open up.”

You comply and taste yourself, with a moan and he smirks at that, removing himself from your mouth, “Good job.”

His hips move and he is so hard and he is pressed to you, so close but so far. His gloved hand brushes over your forehead as he purrs out, “I’ll be real gentle.”

Something about him saying that just hits you right in the chest. The mocking and teasing fashion of it but that undercurrent of warmth, your legs tense around his hips, anticipating it, slight nerves but yes, ready, so damn ready and craving this, it, him.

You just about melt under him and he slides in. You’ve never had something so big inside yourself. It stretches you in such a deliciously satisfying fashion.

It is almost overwhelming, you cling to him, something close to a sob tearing out of your throat. He is oddly comforting, in his own way, “Awe, it’s alright princess. I’ve got you.”

It isn’t painful, but it is a little uncomfortable, but it’s a good kind of ache, one you actually find yourself craving more of. He allows you a moment with him fully inside, pressed to you he speaks low in your ear, glove squeezes your shoulder as he tells you, “You’re all mine now.”

Fuck yes you were.

He moves slowly at first but not that softly, the moves are deliberate. “You weren’t lying, no way anyone else has had you, so fucking tight.”

You continue to cling to him and he fucks you, he groans at the feeling and the little sounds you are making, how you breathe his name and clench around him.

“Shit, you feel so good.” He groans out, moving back a bit so he isn’t almost covering you, your hands stay on his arms, not wanting him too far from you. His eyes are down, taking in the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your slick hole, “You take me so well.”

Pride alongside the pleasure swelling within you as another moan bubbles out of your throat. “How you holding up, doll?”

You are moaning and panting and so into it, a frantic nod, no thoughts, no words, just as vocal an expression of pleasure that you can manage.

He leans down, his mouth catches yours and you return it so fast, hands on the back of his neck, just as hungry as he was when he was between your legs earlier.

More kissing, more filth passed from him to you in between his mouth moving on yours, “Don’t hold it back, lemme hear you-” he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is intense now, all aching and uncomfortability has been long since forgotten, it feels good, damn good. You sound almost unintelligible, something close to his name and the word “Yes!” is leaving you.

He pulls back just enough to get his hand between your bodies, he touches you, it is sloppy but it doesn’t matter, it is just what you need as he rubs your aching clit. Practically clawing at him, and he can feel you getting close, “C’mon, cum for Freddy.”

You’d more than earned it.

The pleasure rises, building, you couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to and finally, blissfully, you cum for the first time stuffed full of him. You cum and cum hard at that and he mercifully fucks you through it and he praises you, or at least you think he does, you can’t really focus on the words.

It is that kind of orgasm that takes over everything. Thought, moving, making sound, all impossible, far too caught up in the sheer feeling of it. It seems to drag on and on and you are struggling to breathe evenly by the time you finally regain some mental clarity and feeling in your limbs. It doesn’t last for long because even though you just came he isn’t slowing down.

He moves now, pulling you with him. He is flat on his back, you are above him, his hands on your hips he helps guide you, making you ride him, you go along with it, no time to think or question it, too involved in what is happening to not give in. He is watching the way you move, how every rough thrust up causes you to twitch and struggle to find something to hold onto until finally settling on his hands, more moans and gasps, struggling to find the strength to do what he wants.

Then he asks you such an important question, “Want me to cum inside?”

Something you’d never considered but holy hell yes you did, you wanted that so much.

You beg for it. “Ye-yes! Please Freddy? I-I really want it, need you, fill me up-”

He pulls himself closer to you, sitting up, his chest almost to yours as you are still in his lap, rocking up into you harder, his eyes staring into yours as he challenges you, “Earn it then bitch.”

Oh he is on.

You ride him, arms loose around his shoulders as you move your hips and try to find a good rhythm. Grinding down and moaning out his name again, purposefully clenching down on him and it has his head tipping back a bit with a groan, “Shit yeah, like that.”

You are emboldened, fight back a smile as you find the energy to really drive it home, slamming down harder. So hard to believe you are doing this still in this moment, feeling this good, this confident, positively alight with pleasure, you knew asking him for this was the right call. Who cares what it says about you or the morality of it when it feels like this?

Soon, he is telling you to, “-get ready.” and that he’s gonna, “-fuckin’ cum in you.”

You beg for it again, your lips almost on his, “Please, please, please-” and finally he does.

He holds himself deep inside, arms tight around you, blades on his glove digging into your back hard enough that this time they do draw blood and you revel in the feeling of the hot and slick liquid down your back. His hips rocking just a little as he fills you and you moan from the warmth settling low inside. You sit in his lap, still full of him for a few minutes, shared breathing slowly calming down.

Kisses are pressed along your neck and shoulders and collarbone and everywhere. Surprisingly affectionate once again as he tells you, “So good for your first time. I can’t wait to mold you into my perfect little fuck toy.”

Honestly?

Neither could you.

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