#freddy krueger headcanons

[loveandmurders]

It was just a nightmare (slashers x gn!reader)

Based on this request : “how the slashers would react to their s/o's having a nightmare? Like the reader is sad and kinda confused. If you fell comfortable, I would love to read your view of the situation. I was thinking about Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers and Jason, but when I think about Freddy Krueger I want to laugh so bad”

Hope you’ll all enjoy it, it was fun and cute to write for <3 Warnings: angst/fluff, no proof reading, mentions of cannibalism, of violence, of death (other’s and reader’s), of blood, of revenge, one or two strong words, mentions of sexual favours with Freddy.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy was your gentle giant who wanted to protect you more than anything and at all cost.

It meant you always slept cuddled up against him and his arms were securely wrapped around you. 

Even in the Texas heat, you both needed to feel each other to sleep.

But despite his presence, bad dreams sometimes woke you up. 

They were often linked to your new way of life; seeing people getting killed and eating them can be a little bit… traumatising, even if you loved your man with everything you had.

That night, you were dreaming of the man Hoyt killed in the afternoon, you saw him trying to get you and bring you to hell with him. 

He was crawling from a big hole full of fire and screams, grabbing your ankle. He was shouting at you that you would go to hell anyways, and that it would be better sooner rather than later.

You woke up, sweating and your heart beating so fast. You were a little bit disoriented at first, not too sure where you were and what just happened. 

You were scared too.

You felt Tommy’s body against yours and it allowed you to realise where you were. You tried to calm down as well and you snuggled a little more against Tommy who was stirring up.

The man had a very light sleep, mostly because it was allowing him to protect his family. In this case, it meant that at the instant he felt you moving, he woke up too.

He instinctively brought you closer to his chest and kissed the top of your head. 

He wasn’t too sure what happened, but he needed to reassure you before doing anything else.

You never told him about your nightmares, or at least what they were about, because you knew it would break his heart and he would feel very guilty to give you such a life. 

He listened to the noises in the house and looked around the room to make sure there was no danger close by, before his whole attention went back to you, as always.

“I’m sorry Tommy, it’s fine, it was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, big boy” you whispered to him but he softly shook his head and started kissing every inch of your face to appease you.

He knew you weren’t going to tell him what happened in your bad dream, but he could still cuddle you to make you feel better. 

He hated when you were upset and he wanted to believe that cuddles were the cure to anything.

He would also refuse to go back to sleep until you would be able to rest again. 

And even once you would be sleeping, he would stay awake a little longer just to make sure that your mind was leaving you alone.

You stroked his strong arms and you had to admit you felt better with the idea of being in the presence of such a gentle giant.

“We’re all safe, right?” you softly asked and he instantly nodded.

Tommy gently hummed into your ear. He wished he could tell you with words how much he loved you, how he would never let anything bad happen to you, and how the safest place in the whole word, for you, was in his embrace. 

He really hoped that his touch was conveying all this, and he stroked your back until he felt you relaxing against him once again.

He didn’t sleep much the rest of the night, watching over you, like the overprotective giant he was to you.

Michael Myers

Michael was like a cat who liked his sleep. Which meant he really disliked it when someone would disturb it.

Including you.

You dreamt that he was killing you, he was stabbing you over and over again, and you were bathing in your own blood.

You woke up with a little strangle cry and you sat up, trying to catch your breath.

You were a little bit panicked and you needed some time to calm down. You took some deep breaths and closed your eyes. 

You could only hear the sounds of your heart pumping inside your ears.

After a little while, you felt a little more calm, but you weren’t sure you would be able to go back to sleep that easily. You were wide awake and feeling a little sick as well.

You looked back to see if Michael was still sleeping but he was staring at you without moving. 

He seemed a little bit pissed at you and you bit down on your lips.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you whispered and he didn’t answer anything or move. “I’m gonna leave you alone, probably going to watch some TV before coming back to bed, okay?” you offered so he could rest. 

You really didn’t want to upset him… especially after the nightmare you just had about him killing you.

You were about to leave the bed, when he grabbed your wrist.

He was a lot stronger than you, so he had no difficulty bringing you back to bed.

You tried to move away when you landed on his chest, because he didn’t particularly like to cuddle when he was sleeping, but he actually didn’t let you go.

He wrapped an arm around you to keep you against him before forcing your head to rest on the crook of his neck. It was his silent way to tell you “Go back to sleep now”.

You were a little bit surprised by the gesture but you didn’t dare move.

He was so tense beneath you, waiting for your body to relax before doing the same. 

He wouldn't be able to sleep if you didn’t fall asleep first either. 

In reality, Michael didn’t like to go to bed without you by his side. He needed to know where you were and he needed for you to be well settled before he could do the same. 

How could he rest if he didn’t know you were safely by his side? Anything could happen to you when he wasn’t around… He knew that very well.

He wasn’t showing a lot of emotions, even less affection, but making sure you were sleeping by his side was one of his ways to show he was caring about you and being a little bit protective as well.

“Are we cuddling?” you asked with a little amused smile. 

It was rare Michael was openly acting that way with you but you didn’t mind the forced hug that much. It was actually quite warm and it did make you feel all safe.

He only groaned in response and you had to bite down your lips to not start laughing at the grumpy man you had. 

You were already feeling better.

“Hey, baby. Just one question and I promise I will go back to sleep” you whispered and you felt him tilting his head closer to you, as to let you know he was listening. “You wouldn’t kill me, right?” you asked, even if you weren’t sure you were ready for an answer, knowing Michael wouldn’t lie because he never did.

He forcefully grabbed your chin and forced your face against his. 

He roughly kissed your lips before pecking them a little more gently once or twice. 

He groaned once again and put your head back against his neck.

That was your answer. 

And it meant he loved you and he wouldn’t hurt you.

But now, go back to sleep, idiot.

Jason Voorhees

Because of his past and everything that happened to him, Jason perfectly understood what it felt to wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and completely distraught.

Now he came back from the dead, he didn’t really need to sleep any longer, but he never forgot the feelings. 

And flashes of his bullying and death were still haunting him.

So when he felt you jolting awake next to him, he was quick to bring you closer to him and gently stroke your hair to calm you down. 

When you would go to sleep, he would often follow you in bed so it would allow him to watch over you. 

He liked to watch you sleep because you looked like an angel. 

It was also your most vulnerable moment of the day, and he wanted to make sure no one could disturb your rest or hurt you.

With everything that happened to him and his home, Jason was overprotective with you.

You clung to him, hiding in his chest for a little while as he cuddled you and gently rocked you like his mother would do with him when he was a scared child. 

He also hummed a lullaby into your ear to make you feel better and appease you.

Once you calmed down a little, you started to tell him what happened in your bad dream. 

He was a very good listener and spilling out everything allowed you to relax even more, realising how silly it was.

You dreamt that a man coming to camp at Crystal Lake was kidnapping you to drown you in the lake, trying that way to appease the “monster” living here. 

It sounded almost comical now you were saying it out loud; the only way to keep the “monster” of Crystal Lake happy was to leave his soulmate and home alone. 

He hummed in thought at your words before gently loving on you, showing you you had nothing to fear. 

He even flexed his muscles for you to feel how strong he was. It slightly made you smile. You knew Jason also liked to show off.

His next mission would be to get you back to sleep.

He strongly believed you needed your beauty sleep; because you were the most beautiful creature he ever witnessed and because his mother always taught him that sleeping was important to be happy and in good health. 

And he wanted you to be happy and in good health more than anything.

If you couldn’t go back to sleep, he would try to find a solution with you.

It could be to have a shower with you so all the bad vibes could be washed away. He had mixed feelings about water, for obvious reasons, but he enjoyed your naked body against his.

It could be to go on a walk together. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, so you weren’t worried about getting lost when he was by your side. He was also bringing you to the nicest settings he could find, and under the bright moon, it was getting quite romantic.

Or it could just be bringing you some water or watching TV with you, whatever you would need to feel better. He was a good boy well taught by his mother, so he was obeying you in a flash. 

His duty was to make sure his partner was all safe by his side.

Next time someone would come to Crystal Lake though, he would take revenge on your nightmare by giving them an extra cruel and violent death. 

Not that you would ever know that.

Bonus: Freddy Krueger

It’s hard to say that Freddy was loving you, because this demon didn’t really know what love was.

But he was obsessed with you. 

And more than anything he enjoyed playing with you and that was why he never killed you or hurt you. 

He liked to scare you though, and to be a little bit mean.

Technically, he had no body and no reality in our world. So his only way to “spend time” with you was... to grab your mind and bring it into his nightmarish world.

Freddy was literally your nightmare. 

Your best one. 

Most of the time.

And he hated to let you go. 

But when you were getting very mad at him for being such a teasing asshole, he would finally let you wake up with a pout on his lips.

He also liked to show you how easy it was for him to kill anyone when they were in his world. He was a show off. 

He felt so proud when sometimes you seemed a little bit impressed by his power.

You saw countless people getting killed without being able to do anything to save them. Freddy never understood when you were asking for him to let them go. And it was generally only darkening his playful mood.

Sometimes, he allowed you to save someone. But he would want something in exchange… which were often sexual favours. 

Freddy couldn’t deny that it was hard to resist you and it was very easy to make him do whatever you wanted when you were getting into the seduction territory.

Sometimes you didn’t wish to save them though. 

A few times, you even called for Freddy.

He was always more than eager to answer your call, even if it was quite surprising. He enjoyed being wanted by you though. 

He enjoyed it even more when you asked him to torture and get rid of some people who hurt you. 

You would watch them getting so delicious hurt, and begging for their lives and dying in the most awful way. You would eat popcorn and all kinds of snacks while Freddy was playing with them. 

He was always extra cruel when it was someone you brought here because he knew it meant they hurt you.

And he was then a little bit nicer to you, because you, for once, enjoyed the show he was giving you, and because he wanted to be the only one to be mean to you.

Once or twice, it happened that Freddy gave you the power to control people’s nightmares.

Freddy liked to hurt people and to kill them, but he also loved to corrupt you.

When you asked him to do the job yourself, he laughed and agreed to that plan. 

It was then he discovered that if he liked to play with you as his pet, he loved even more to bring chaos with you by his side.

And you enjoyed destroying lives a lot more than you would like to admit it, especially to Freddy.

[darkromanceenthusiast]

Could you do Freddy with a fem S/O whose a bit self conscious about being flatter than a pancake?

Pairing: Freddy Krueger x reader

Contains: body insecurity, Freddy does his best to comfort, fluff, cursing

You stood infront of the mirror in just your underwear, taking in your body, you couldn’t help but frown as you mentally “fixed” yourself, your insecurities eating you alive.

“What are you doing?” Your boyfriends voice fill the room and you quickly tug on a sweat shirt, hoping he didn’t notice anything,

“Oh I’m just getting dressed, I stopped to look in the mirror for a moment, that’s all.” You smiled, hoping you could get away without question

“Oh so you normally look in the mirror and stare at yourself while frowning?” He asks pointedly and you decide to look at the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze. You were caught and you didn’t want to have that conversation. You heard Freddy sigh and can see him lean against the doorframe in your peripheral vision.

“Listen, I don’t understand what it’s like to be a woman, but you’re beautiful and I am attracted to you the way you are.” He says and walks over to you, he puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him.

“Thank you, Freddy, I just really feel like I should have more, like curve wise I guess.” You say and Freddy shakes his head

“Everyone wants what they can’t have, but you look amazing the way you are.” He says and places a small kiss on your forehead.

[suvidrache]

Freddy Krueger Comforts S/O

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 1,003 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Warning: swearing

One night Freddy appeared in your dreams. He saw the horrors you had seen and decided to stick around.

For months, Freddy continued to appear in your dreams. The two of you finally decided to become a couple, and it was fun. You didn't often have nightmares. Only on occasion because Freddy liked scaring you, sometimes, and it's what kept him around.

The two of you would always do things in the dream world, going on dates, visiting new places, etc. He never came to the real world, and you never asked him about it.

Until one day, he decided to hide out in your home.

He grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge and ate it as you walked through the door.

You had thought you were alone, and he continued to stand there in the kitchen, pizza in hand, when you walked in.

You screamed, your hands covered your mouth, and you ran to your room.

Freddy looked around, looking for the thing that had scared you so badly.

After finishing his pizza, he followed after you.

You had just made it to the door of your room when he teleported in front of you. You shoved past him as tears streamed down your cheeks. You slammed the door closed and ran to your bed.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled and opened the door.

He saw you on the bed curled up and crying.

"Are you not happy to see me?"

You didn't reply and instead buried yourself further into the bed.

He took a seat on the bed and you rolled over to avoid him.

"You weren't scared of me in your dreams and now you're acting like this?"

He continued to talk to fill the quietness. He stood up and looked out your window.

"That's a nice view. It'd be better with you in it though."

When you had eventually fallen asleep, Freddy decided to sleep next to you.

In the morning, you woke up and covered your mouth, surprised to see him yet again.

"Surprise, baby, I'm still here."

He said with a smile.

You got up, picked some clothes out for the day, and went to the bathroom to start your day.

Freddy decided to stay outside the door, waiting for you to finish your shower. His hand was on the door frame as he leaned against it.

You walked out and shoved past him.

"Bitch, what is wrong with you?"

His question was met with silence as you made your way downstairs and grabbed a simple breakfast bar and a small bottle of orange juice to eat.

He followed after you. You probably weren't going to make him breakfast, so he searched through your kitchen and found himself something.

He pulled a pan containing a casserole out. There wasn't much left, so he grabbed a fork and ate straight from the pan.

"This is some good food. What is it?"

He asked as he continued to eat the cold casserole.

"Still not talking to me?"

He sighed and put the dish in the sink. He began washing the dishes, making sure they were all clean and the sink itself.

You left for work and went about your day as usual.

While Freddy continued to clean the rest of the house: vacuuming, mopping the windows, and the mirrors, and even changing your bedsheets and making the bed.

He sat down on the couch and fell asleep, tired of all the work he did.

You came home and continued to ignore him. He followed after you into the kitchen, while still attempting to talk to you.

"Hey, I cleaned the house for you…"

He looked out the window, trying to distract himself, as he tried to put his thoughts together.

"I thought maybe it would make you feel better…"

He sighed and looked at the ground before looking at you.

"Honestly, what is your fucking issue?"

He paused before continuing.

"What have I done to make you so angry?"

You walked away as tears began to form in your eyes. He followed after you and grabbed your shoulder. He turned you towards him and pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around you in a hug. He held you tightly and had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I love you, I really do, but please tell me what the fuck I did. I can't keep talking to myself. Well, I mean I can, but I don't want to. I miss you."

You finally wrapped your arms around him and tilted your head up slightly.

"I didn't know you could leave the dream world."

"What?"

"I didn't know you could leave the dream world."

"How the fuck did you not know?"

"I just, I've never seen you in the waking world before, and you never came to visit me…"

"Well, I'm here now!"

"Yes, but it just scared me, that's all."

"Scared you?" He said with a laugh as he continued to hold on to you.

"Darling, this isn't scary. I can be much more terrifying. You're really that upset over me being here?"

"It's fine that you're here. I just didn't expect it to happen."

"Of course not, that's what surprises are! Had I told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise! There's no need to get so angry over something like that."

"So you'd be ok with someone just walking into your home with no warning?"

"It depends on what they'd want, but I wouldn't go for days without speaking to them over a harmless prank."

"You should find a less terrifying prank."

"So you're okay with me pranking you?"

"As long as it's not something that terrifying again, you could have been a murderer or something…"

He laughed and said, "Honey, I kill people all the time in their dreams, but I wouldn't kill someone as beautiful as you."

He let go of you and gently took your face in his hands and leaned closer.

You leaned in and kissed him back.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[tinalbion]

Can i pwees have a fic of Freddy giving his female y/n oral please?

So you guys want more human Freddy deliciousness? You know what, same, guys, same. We deserve it and it's what we need, ya feel me? So I humbly deliver unto thee some Freddy. How could we resist that silver tongue when it's so talented in other ways?

Minors, DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

“Late Night Calls”

Human Freddy Krueger x AFAB!Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit; fingering, oral- female receiving, some masturbation, orgasm denial,  Freddy is a dirty little cheater but you like it so it's fine

Length: 4k

Your phone calls with Fred always ended the same way; he'd ask if you wanted to come over and no matter how busy you were, you always agreed to drop everything and go.

You were absurdly easy when it came to Freddy, you always had been, ever since you met and were head over heels for him. Sure, he was married to Loretta, a woman you'd known for a good handful of years, but that didn't mean he was HAPPILY married to her. You and she never quite got off on the right foot, she always seemed to think more highly of herself and didn't even bother to talk to you even when you'd greet her at Springwood Elementary when you'd drop off your niece. But her husband was a piece of work, very brooding and quiet, mostly kept to himself. How did a woman like her land a guy like him?

You never really did ask him how they got together, things like that weren't your main focus when you laid beside him wearing nothing but the bedsheets that were wrapped around your naked form. Even if you two had a spat and swore you’d be stronger the next time you locked eyes with him, you knew it was an absolute lie and you’d fall for it over and over again. That’s just how Fred was, no matter how cruel his words could be, he somehow always managed to keep you coming back to him. 

Tonight was no different, and he never managed to tell you just where Loretta ended up going on these frequent trips she’d been taking with Katherine, but you didn’t really want to know the nitty-gritty details, you found it best to stay in your place and mind your own business. And of course, whenever they left for the weekend, his first reaction was to call you, and you weren’t sure if you should have felt overused as a booty call, or take it as a compliment that you had something he must have liked.

You slipped into something that you knew he’d really like on you, and would like even more to take you out of, then you drove that short distance in the nice little neighborhood with the typical white picket fences, your eyes searched for the lit-up porchlight that signaled he was inside waiting for you. As usual, you parked a few blocks away and down the side streets to avoid suspicion from the nosy neighbors and walked as quickly as you could, making sure to stick more toward the shadows that would eventually guide you into the backyard, where you knocked three times on the back door as instructed. 

The door opened a moment later to reveal Freddy in one of his more casual button-up shirts, his strawberry blonde hair had been brushed back neatly, and of course, he stood before you with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. That smile he wore when he laid his eye on you always left your heart pounding quicker and your hands trembling from nervousness. You were never able to explain correctly the feeling that washed over you when he stared at you, but if you could get as close to anything, it would be a big, bad wolf salivating at a fresh slab of meat. It’s not like you really minded though, in fact, you welcomed it, you liked feeling that sensation wash over you as if you stepped into a dangerous man’s house and could be told to run for your life within an instant.

“Hey Fred,” you greeted once he stepped aside to welcome you in. “Surprised you called me so late.” You shrugged out of the light jacket you wore and hung it on the coat hook attached to the wall.

Freddy scoffed and turned to walk away from you, his cigarette now in his hand as he tapped the ash off into the nearby ashtray. “And that means what, exactly, kitten?”

That damn nickname always got to you, he knew it did, so he made sure to surprise you with it in casual conversations. “Eh, well, it’s a lot later than when you normally call, everything okay?”

“Everything is killer,” he smirked and spun to look at you, his tongue ran over his bottom lip as he blew out another cloud of smoke. “Just fine. Had a little extra work tonight is all, was busy. I was surprised you were still awake.”

You smirked and let out a breathy laugh. “I was too, honestly, just couldn’t sleep I suppose.” Truth be told, you were hoping he’d call you, especially since it had been over two weeks since your last encounter with him, you really missed his touch. You ran your hands over your arms and sighed. “Well, you gonna offer me a drink, handsome?”

Without arguing, he walked over to his fancy set up of a mini bar in the living room and poured you a glass of your favorite drink, he remembered the way you liked it, which you found endearing. He handed it to you and you reached out for it, making sure your fingers brushed his as you stared up at smiled at him. Fred caught your action and stared hard at you, and sometimes you still had a difficult time reading him and how he felt. Tonight though, he seemed a little tense and a little less chatty than usual, so you hoped you could put his mind at ease. You had all the time in the world. 

As you leaned back against the sofa and crossed your legs, making sure your thighs were out there just enough for him to get a nice peek, you swirled your drink in its glass and sighed. “Thanks, doll,” you uttered, “so talk to me, Fred. How’s business been?”

He didn’t seem up for chatting, but the one rule you had with him was that you didn’t want to feel rushed when it came to seeing him. You weren’t in this for just the sex, you made that very clear one evening, and he was honestly surprised by it, but then sheepishly admitted he liked having you around as much as you did him. So you played the role of the woman he wished he could have, one who willingly asked how his day was, one who wanted to do whatever she could to make sure he was at ease. 

“Ran longer than usual, but it doesn’t bother me, keeps my hands busy. Otherwise can’t complain. How’s that job of yours treatin’ you?” He wanted to ask so badly about the asshole who had been constantly harassing you at work, but the role of a jealous boyfriend was beneath him, or so he thought. 

“Better, especially since I was transferred to another department. No more interactions with that knucklehead, thankfully. But how are YOU,” you emphasized, “you doing okay?”

He nodded curtly, almost as if to brush it off, but he knew you too well. So when he watched as you stood up from the sofa and walked over to the chair he sat in, you sunk to your knees with the drink in your hand and rested your chin on his knee. “C’mon, Fred, you can tell me, it’s always our little secret.”

Freddy looked down at you with a stern face, but he was thinking of so many things that they all seemed to jumble together, causing him to grow a bit more frustrated than you wanted him to be. “Home could be better,” he confessed. “She’s always wantin’ more and more outta me, it feels constricting.”

“There we go,” you breathed with a smile. “But I get you, Fred, she doesn’t seem to want to give you that space, it always seems to be the same with her. I’m glad you called.” Your free hand began to rub his leg back and forth, gently caressing him and allowing him to feel that you were there, giving subtle hints of your desire, your smile only grew as you stared up at him. “I’ll do whatever in my power to make you forget her, even if it’s just for tonight, hmm?”

The smirk that grew on his face mostly felt as if it were for show, but sometimes he’d melt a little behind that facade and would allow himself to be more open around you. He sighed as his hand found its way against your hair, slowly petting it as if it were to calm himself more than you. His eyes fluttered closed and his body tensed under your hand, still stroking his leg yet inching dangerously close to his upper thigh. He wouldn’t admit it, but Fred knew you like the back of his hand, he knew what got you going and what calmed you, so he loved to use that against you most times, like how he sat in the chair before you and gently tugged on your hair, he knew you would beg for more by the time he was finished here.

The sounds you made when Fred tightened his grip on your hair were delicious, he wanted to hear more spill from your lips, but not here. Before he could stand to make his move, you gripped onto his leg and pushed yourself onto your knees, a devilish look in your eyes. 

“Fred,” you purred, “I know this could have been a more social call, but please, I need you so badly.” Your nails dug into his skin through his pants, but he barely flinched. “Been thinking about you all day.”

When he stared down at you as you stayed on your knees, he rose from his chair and glared at you, but not in anger. His gaze was intense as he beckoned for you to stand, his hand greeted your jaw when you stood up to face him, then his fingers slowly wrapped around your throat and he gave you a gentle squeeze. He smirked when he forced your face away from him, exposing your neck as he went in for the kill, his teeth sank into your flesh and he sucked your skin harshly. The cry you gave only fueled him to suck harder, your hands tried to pull him in closer as if he wasn’t already wrapped around you as much as he could manage to be. 

Your breathy moans would be a problem if you had Loretta to worry about, but Fred assured you she'd be gone for the weekend, so your desire to be as loud as you wanted had taken over. Your hands ran through his hair and pawed at him while his mouth nipped at you, but as amazing as his mouth felt on your skin, you wanted to feel it in other places. 

"Fred," you pulled away and tried to catch your breath momentarily, "let's go somewhere else, yeah?" 

"Already tryin' to get your hands on me, huh," he scoffed as he ripped himself away from you, his hand gripping yours as he pulled you along. 

This wouldn't be the first time you had been taken to his bedroom, you knew it probably wouldn't be the last time either unless you were caught somehow. But that didn't matter at the moment, not when his voice was so enticing as he demanded that you take off your clothes, and slowly. 

So you stood in the dim light of the table lamp sitting on the bedside table as Fred sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes eagerly watching you while your hands made your way to the hem of your blouse. The slow shimmy you made as you pulled the material over your head made yourself laugh in the awkward silence, with no music to move to, so you tried your absolute best to make the most of this for him. He didn't seem to mind the awkwardness of it all, his eyes were too busy scanning over your features as if he was seeing them for the first time. No matter what could be said about Freddy, he never made you feel ashamed for being naked in front of him.

When you discarded your bottoms and were only left standing there in your undergarments, his hands hooked around young underwear and pulled you forward until you were directly in front of him. 

"Enough playing games," he mused as he slid his fingers against your clothed cunt, "let's feel how wet you are for me, princess." When he rubbed his two fingers in between your thighs, toying with the ache you felt, he snickered as he stared up at you. "So wet already and I've barely touched you. Sucking your neck gets you goin', huh?" 

You smirked and watched his hand move against you slowly, teasing you as he barely made contact thanks to the material in the way. It was thin but it still felt like too much was in the way, and you couldn't hold in your pouty whine when his fingers teased you so mercilessly. 

"Freddy, stop–" you began to protest but were interrupted by a quick smack to your leg.

Freddy stared up at you and smirked. "Don't rush me, kitten, you know I like to take my time with you."

You continued to pout and huffed. "I know, you're just making me feel so good, I can't help it." You shifted your legs and made a face, which you shouldn't have done. You realized how it looked once you'd done it, and Fred's expression said it all. 

"Oh, you're gonna be like that, huh?" He swiftly stood and switched places with you, your back was now toward the bed. "Then I guess you need to be shown just who you're talkin' back to."

"Wait, Fred, I–" 

He pushed you down onto the bed and pulled you closer toward him, your legs hung off the edge but you didn't protest, your head was lifted from the mattress to watch him with interest. He paid you no mind as his hands hooked onto your underwear and pulled them down slowly, his eyes could have burned a hole through you the way he stared at you, his eyes shifted down your body as he began to touch you. His hands slid over your sides, his fingertips skated along your hips, all the way down to your thighs. He dropped to his knees as he pulled you a bit closer toward him, then placed your legs over his shoulders so he had the perfect view of your slick sex. 

You expected him to be an asshole as per usual, but he was drawing it out now as he began to kiss your inner thigh, so close to your cunt that you bit back a sharp inhale, you knew better than to complain when he was giving you the night of your life. But sometimes you wanted to push him, to see how far he’d take your punishment, sometimes it paid to be a brat. You laid your head back against the mattress, your eyes closed, and you took in the soft touches and gentle kisses he placed all along your thighs. You let out a surprised yelp when he bit down, and his laughter followed soon after because he knew you were trying to behave tonight for him, so he wanted to push you right back. 

He loved to try and break you.

You shifted impatiently beneath him, but as soon as you moved, his thumb rubbed over your clit, and watched as your body jerked in reply to his touch. He smirked and did it again and again, slowly swiping his thumb in a circle, only to pull away after every touch. Those little moans and mewls that came from your lips only fueled him to continue, wanting to hear you get louder for him, so his thumb came into full contact now, rubbing slow, gentle circles as he watched you twitch beneath his hands. When you were getting too jerky with your movements, his free hand would slap your thigh to remind you to relax as he worked you over. As he continued, he could tell that you were getting close, your eyes were half-lidded, and your mouth was slack as you breathed deep. He smiled when he pulled away and you whined so loudly that you thought you’d be punished immediately for doing so. 

Freddy said nothing as he wore that shit-eating grin on his face, and then watched your body wriggle as he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, his tempo just as slow and teasing as always while he watched your body react to his touches. He curled his fingers within you as they got so deep, his hands always worked wonders on you. 

“Oh god, Freddy, please–” you huffed, now leaning against your elbows as you watched him with a lust-filled gaze. “You’re such a tease.”

“If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?” he countered with a grin. You couldn’t form words when his fingers pushed deeper.

He chuckled and continued to finger you, watching as you were beginning to leak down your thighs, which only caused his obvious erection to push against his slacks. He shifted and leaned forward as he continued to fuck you with his hand, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You gasped and he laughed again. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you, princess,” he cooed softly as he placed several more kisses along your thigh. 

When he felt your body shaking, he pulled his fingers from you and placed them into his mouth, sucking them clean as he left you on the bed yet again, just almost reaching your orgasm and denying you once again. What an asshole. You looked so frustrated, a thin sheen of sweat covered your body and made your skin glisten in the dim light as he looked over you. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he asked as he shrugged out of his button-up shirt, giving you a nice little show as he stood and tossed it off somewhere. “Sorry for teasin’ you so much, Y/N, but I’m not finished yet.”

“Please, Fred, oh fuck, please…” you groaned, your legs parted for him once again as he sunk to his knees.

His hands were now placed on either side of your thighs to keep them nice and open, he licked his lips as he hovered his mouth above your clit, and then he placed his lips on you and began to suck. The sounds you made were unholy but he didn’t stop, his focus was solely on you and those sounds your pretty little mouth made. The way his tongue swirled through your folds and around that sensitive part of you drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure you were feeling.

Freddy dragged his tongue slowly against you and you bit your bottom lip to hold back the sounds you were making as if you were afraid of him edging you once again. But Freddy looked up at you and clicked his tongue. “Aww princess, come on, I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

His tongue was back on you, relentless as he swirled it along your clit again, pushing it into you as his hands opened your legs further, wanting to get as deep as he could to taste you. Your juices dripped onto his chin and he didn’t care in the slightest, your taste on his tongue made him throb against his leg, his pants were so constricting, fuck he wanted to be inside of you so badly. You were so slick from his spit and your excitement, it pooled beneath you while you struggled to breathe normally. You felt yourself grow close yet again, and you were afraid that your body would betray you and Freddy would pull away at the very last moment yet again, so you did your best to try and ride it out before it was stolen from you again.

Freddy knew you through, he knew how your body reacted to him and he laughed as he watched your face twist into so many expressions, he found it rather cute how you tried to trick your body into not wanting it, but he continued on anyway. Maybe if you gave him one orgasm, he could stuff you full of his cock, but that was if you didn’t mouth back.

You were a mess as you bucked your hips against his mouth, his tongue reaching as far as it could as he brought up a hand to stimulate your throbbing clit, and your sounds were now louder just as he asked. Your hands grabbed at the sheets beneath you, anything to grab onto so you could ground yourself, otherwise, you felt as if you’d fall into nothingness. His mouth always felt so fucking delicious on your cunt, he had done this a handful of times and it felt more and more pleasurable each time like he’d been practicing just for you. You were such a mess, both literally and figuratively, and it felt amazing as his tongue continued its assault, how sucking on your clit again. 

You moaned out his name over and over again. “Yes, yes, fuck Fred, oh my God, please, keep-keep going–” 

Your whimpers were music to his ears as he shoved his fingers back inside of you again, his tongue and mouth still abusing your sensitive nub. He pulled away only long enough to speak in a low, hushed voice. “Love when you say my name like that, kitten,” he grinned and continued to build up your orgasm once again, and boy were you close. 

“Freddy, baby, I’m gonna cum, soon, please–” 

His fingers quickly moved in and out of you, curled within you while his tongue darted all around your leaking folds, and he felt your body jerk again, signaling to him that he needed to push you over the edge. His other hand grabbed at your ass and slapped your skin several times, leaving red hand prints across your flesh as you yelped out his name and a few other sounds that carried across the room. 

“Yeah, fuck I’m–” Your hands shot up and tangled in his short hair as you arched your back, pushing your pussy against his mouth further until you felt that sweet feeling of his tongue swirling against you while his fingers did all they could to hit that spot. 

You finally came, gushing all over his mouth and chin, your sweet juices dripped down onto the sheets below, and your thighs shook so much that your entire body fell slack against the bed. Your breathing was so heavy you thought you wouldn’t be able to breathe. The sweat on your brow dripped down to the pillows as you turned your head, barely able to look up at Fred, who seemed to have fished himself from his pants and began to stroke himself. He loved the look of you looking absolutely ruined because of him, how weak you felt in your legs, and the mere thought of you not being able to run from him enticed him greatly. 

“Mhm, you did so well, kitten,” he leaned down and kissed your thigh, “but I’m not even close to being finished with you. You understand?”

You nodded as you watched him get to his feet, his pants hung loosely off his hips as he continued to stroke himself, the smile on his face wasn’t a mask anymore, you could see that this was for you and only for you. You offered a smile as you pushed yourself to sit up, eagerly trying to get to your knees as he sat on the bed beside you. 

“Don’t worry, Fred,” you said softly as you replaced his hands with your own, gently stroking him as he let out a satisfied hum, “I promise I can handle it.”

[imaginaenespanol]

Freddy's Temptation: Movie or something more? (Freddy Krueger x Innocent! Reader) ENG

Anonymous asked: "Freddy has the misfortune of having an innocent Y/N who mistakes his touching for affection, nor have they ever kissed so the only thing he receives are kisses on the cheek or most Eskimos, one night Y/N takes him out of the dream world with the excuse of spending time together and being out would ask if he wants to see a movie and share a sweet or preferably salty snack while watching it, he would probably think of the other but it turns out that... Yes, watch the movie."

Reply: I'm sorry for the time it took me to write these simple words, it's too short I know, but I wanted to try something new from Krueger's pizza face perspective, I hope you like it or appreciate it 😀

Warnings: Dirty thoughts, Freddy being Freddy and we are innocent, stupid I'd say (?)

Spanish Version: Here

Words: 380

I came out of the dream world as usual, the most lustful and sadistic ideas invade my mind to tease and unnerve my princess, I was getting ready for a long night with (Y/N), Finally being able to Corrupt her as I always wished since I saw her in her dreams. However, she caught me off guard when she told me we were going to sit down and watch a movie.

—What's going on?— asked the girl, surprised by my behavior, staring at me with those eyes that make me tremble with excitement. —What are you planning— I asked, raising an eyebrow as I tried to decipher her plans.

—Let's go see the movie!—she said ,(Y/N) enthusiastically and taking my free hand.

I reluctantly followed her, wondering which of my most perverse dreams would come true tonight.

We were in her room, both of us under the covers, with my hand on her thigh. I was excited and hopeful, sending my typical sadistic comments as we watched the movie. However, it wasn't long before she offered me a snack, my choice of what she had stashed in the kitchen, but...I wanted her!, dammit...I was upset, but accepted popcorn. It wasn't long before I realized that our night of romance would come down to this, eating snacks and watching a stupid movie, even as I pulled her up onto my lap and tried to grope her.

I hadn't realized how innocent she was (Y/N). She definitely didn't understand the intentions behind my affectionate touching, I confess it's titillating the idea of corrupting her, but right now it makes me want to fuck her right there.

All night long I received only kisses on the cheek or eskimo. I got the occasional nervous reaction when I put my breath on her neck, but no more than that, it really was a rather boring and frustrating night than anything else I could have done. But at least I spent time with her, watching her reaction to the scenes of whatever we were watching, I want to corrupt her and make her mine. By the end of the night, (Y/N) she was happy, while I was sexually frustrated. I guess I'll have to make a move soon....

[pinkrifle]

teen! freddy krueger hc’s because I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. someone talk ab him w me PPPLEAS!!

he has orange hair and pronounce. i also feel like any pronouns for him but i feel like he prefers it/its because he’s just, like that,,

agender or demigender??!!! i think he just doesn’t care about gender at all so it’s just nothing for him

he is a SLEEPY MAN, nap man, tired man,,, ver tired

continuing to the one above i feel like he has little mini eye bags from underwood keeping him up all the time

he stims. he stims. he stims he stims which underwood doesn’t “believe in”, but he would never admit to stimming and shit so underwood doesn’t even know

speaking of that he probably stims by like kicking his legs or just like patting/lightly hitting his arms and knees, or just like a hand flappy but not too hard ,,, i love him

he is pan 100% he just wants someone to love him and he’ll love them back no matter what, he’s never rlly been the guy ppl like really so he just wants to get what he can get!!

he plays that one finger knife game where u put the knife through the gaps between ur fingers, and that being said he has a lot of scar’s from that game

he’s a kitty boy. like a cat man he loves cats a lot because idk he just does ok

he has SUCH a baby face even tho he’s all big and bad, he’s just like that n he’s adorbs.

he would probably rock a skirt but he would be picky about which one he would wear,, i say he would score a japanese sailor uniform skirt but way longer

after he killed mr underwood he started working and lived in the house until he got his job at the boiler room thing or until the house just was utter garbage for him to stay any longer, so i’d say he was homeless for a hot minute

i feel like he’s also extremely hypersexual because he feels as if nobody loves him, he has to exploit himself / come off extremely flirty for someone to love him and to love someone,, no i’m not projecting onto my fave shush

he has a lil teddy bear that he bought with stolen money (from underwood, freddy still doesn’t know how he got away with it) and secretly sleeps with it,,

he has little bursts of energy sometimes and just wishes he was a kid (a one with a normal childhood, at least) and ppl catch him all giggly n stuff at school or in public but he tries to keep it on the DL

whenever he’s at a place for too long he gets rlly cranky like “mmjjmmkmmm home.. :((((“ even if he has to stay w underwood bcz he probably gets rlly worried thinking that he won’t have a home again

MUAHAHA h.i

[amomentsescape]

hi hi! I was hoping you could do slashers with a super bubbly and affectionate s/o who would beat up anyone who dares hurt the slasher while still holding their sweet smile

Slashers with Sweet and Dangerous! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

A/N: So I got a bit carried away and wrote this as if Reader is willing to kill for the Slashers. So hopefully it's not too intense for what you were wanting! Feel free to let me know what you think :)

Freddy Krueger

He knew there was a reason he was so drawn to you

You were sweet, kind, and just an overall ray of sunshine that Freddy never knew he needed

He loves basking in your warmth

But seeing you hold that damn grin while ripping out someone's throat for just punching Freddy has him weak in the knees

He loves the affectionate sweet side to you, don't get him wrong

But knowing that you can do a complete 180 makes him feel like he's in his own beautiful type of dream

He feels more comfortable telling you his plans now and the types of ideas he has for killing future victims

And you just sit there all happily and nod along like he's telling you a bedtime story

It's cute but also so foreign to him

He has a hard time remembering that you can be just as deadly as him when you want to be

Michael Myers

He honestly has no idea how to feel about this situation

It took him some time to get used to being with someone so cuddly and happy all the time

He wasn't much of a fan of it at first, but something inside him refused to let you go or kill you

But seeing you smile over his victims and even step in to prevent him from getting injured has him confused

He is more than capable of protecting himself

He doesn't need you getting involved

But at the same time, knowing he isn't the only one with this grotesque side makes him feel.... content, in a way

He just doesn't like you stepping in too much

His victims are his, and he refuses to share

But if you save him from getting stabbed or set on fire

Well... then that's fine he guesses

Jason Voorhees

You two are practically different sides to the same coin

He comes off as deadly, incapable of emotions, and just an overall killing machine

But when he's with you, he's the sweetest and most kind man you have ever met

You're practically the opposite

You come off as an innocent, bubbly goody-two-shoes to most of the public

But when someone dares hurt Jason, a hidden poison emerges from within you

Jason never thought you were capable of picking up his notorious machete, nonetheless swinging it right through someone's skull

He just froze up in shock at this realization

He was drawn to how sweet you were to him, but knowing that you're capable of killing only makes him more happy

He was always worried that you would leave him after dealing with his darkness for too long

But knowing that you aren't all sunshine and rainbows has reassured him

Thomas Hewitt

Considering what his family eats every night for dinner, he would have hoped that you were capable of similar actions to him

Killing is just a way of life to him, so knowing that you can do the same is so normal

That isn't to say that he wasn't surprised the first time you stuck up for him

But if anything, that surprise was immediately followed by a sense of relief

If you can do that, then you can fit right in with the rest of his family!

They liked how affectionate and kind you were to Thomas, but they were always worried that you were going to be too soft for their way of life

Now he knows there's nothing to worry about

Well, maybe except for getting on your bad side

You always have that sweet smile on your face, and he'll be damned if he pisses you off one of these times

Bubba Sawyer

The first time you killed for him, he couldn't help but jump around in glee

You're just like him!

You're covered in blood and guts but still smile sweetly at Bubba

Just like he does for you

It honestly just reinforces the idea that you were meant to be together in his mind

You stick up for him, and he sticks up for you

With that being said, he does still paint you as this sweet little angel that needs to be safe at all times

He doesn't want you to get your hands dirty unless absolutely necessary

So he prefers for you to stay away from all the carnage he goes through on a daily basis

But he won't try and control you

As long as he is met with that soft smile and big hug at the end of a long day, Bubba is content

Brahms Heelshire

Oh...

He's flattered, don't get him wrong

The fact that you're willing to protect him shows that you really are devoted to him

And he loves that

But he also doesn't want you intruding with his desires

That person is going to die?

Brahms wants to be the one to see their last breath

It's not very often he gets to feel like this, so he wants to soak up every exhilarating second of it while it's there

And you're just so pure and kind that he doesn't want you becoming all tainted like him

Your job is to be the good in Brahms and take care of him

Not to let this darkness take over

You provide, he protects

That's all he asks for

Norman Bates

And to think after all of this time, Norman just assumed you were like him

Quiet, sweet, affectionate

He had no idea you'd be capable of fully plunging a knife into someone's neck just for saying a couple mean words to Norman

But he secretly couldn't help the way he admired your blood splattered face, that smile he loved so much shining through it all

He likes feeling protected by you

It lets him know that you really care about him

And the fact that you can flip from one side to the other is so intriguing to him

In every other situation, you speak softly and gently laugh at the smallest things

But when one bad thing happens, the darkness creeps out

It doesn't freak him out as much as he would have originally thought

He just still can't believe that these sides to you are coming from the same person

Who is he to judge though?

Billy Loomis

Billy was immediately attracted to your warm energy

But he was also hesitant that he would somehow contaminate you with his trauma and dark fantasies

He wanted to keep you as were: the bubbly and happy partner that was always by his side

But when a last minute heist was going wrong, he would have never expected to look over and see you all bloody, a stained knife in your hand and a lifeless body on the floor

When he called your name, all you did was look up at him and smile

Billy just about lost it

He had always thought that he needed to be the one to protect you and himself

But seeing you throw yourself into violence for his sake was absolutely beautiful

He didn't think you'd be capable of something like this

But knowing that you are makes him love you that much more

You're nothing but perfect for him

Stu Macher

He won't say it out loud, but he's the tiniest bit scared of you

Not in a bad way by any means

If anything, he thinks it's sexy

And he can see a bit of familiarity in the way you act too

You both enjoy laughing at stupid things and keeping the energy up when needed

At any given moment, you two are all over each other and smiling so wide that you can feel your cheeks burn

You two make the ultimate power couple

But if someone dares say something bad about you, they're dead the next morning

And if Stu gets hurt by one of his attempted victims, you better believe you'll be there to finish the job

Stu honestly loves how deceiving you can be

No one would ever look at you and expect you to have this darker element

But to be fair, he's in the same boat

No one would ever suspect him of such behavior

And that's probably why you two make the perfect team

Vincent Sinclair

He never thought he'd ever meet some who cared for him the way you do

Especially resorting to violence just to keep him safe

This must be some sort of dream

You practically tore this person to shreds and yet, you're still able to turn back at Vincent and smile sweetly, asking if he's okay

Are you even the same person he was just cuddling with 10 minutes ago?

He worries that you'll get yourself hurt one of these times, so he tries to advise you against doing something like that again

But he won't deny the thrill it gave him seeing you act so... differently

Just please don't step in unless absolutely necessary

If anything happened to you, he wouldn't know what to do

He knows you can clearly take care of yourself, he just doesn't want to risk it

Bo Sinclair

What a precious little thing

It would be a lie to say that Bo wasn't immediately drawn to your softness and positivity

You radiated sunshine, and it was a new experience for him

He has always wanted to be the protector in his relationships

And he truly had no clue that you weren't just another damsel looking to be rescued

He remembers the first time you saved his ass

He turned up to see the man with a metal pipe sticking out of his chest

All the while, you're standing behind him, that sweet little smile still on your face like usual

Bo was at a complete loss for words

He loves this side to you

He still likes to feel all bad and tough

And he loves when you ask him for help and play up the innocence

But when something comes up, he knows he doesn't need to worry about you

[luvghostie]

Asking slashers “can you hold this?” And holding out your closed fist, only to intertwine your fingers and hold their hand.

I’d love to know if any would just squeeze until your hand/fingers break.

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥

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𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴: Bubba Sawyer

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵: Baby Firefly, Dollface, Art the clown, Sam, Stu Macher, and Tiffany Valentine

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Pinhead, and Hannibal

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦: Doomhead, Otis Driftwood, Captain Spaulding, and Billy Loomis

“𝘖𝘩- 𝘶𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺?” 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴: Freddy Krueger, Chucky, and pennywise

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[scary-tingz]

Slashers sorted into categories based on their feelings towards their s/o’s obsession with their boobs:

“SUCK ON MY BIG FAT MAN TITS, RAH!!”: THOMAS HEWITT, BO SINCLAIR, Bubba Sawyer

“Y-You baka, quit trying to touch me there!”: VINCENT SINCLAIR, Jason Voorhees

“You’re weird, but okay.”: Classic Myers, Lester Sinclair

Doesn’t really care: Brahms Heelshire, RZ Myers, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

“What is wrong with you?”: Chucky, Freddy

[konigsblog]

omg any more yan! König and krueger thoughts ?? love it

yesyesyes!!! ugh, i want that white ring to form around their cocks when i ride them in the shower, the other jerking off while being fucked against the showers walls. mm', i need to feel their veins against my gummy, tight walls while they bury their seed deep in my slick pussy :(

getting spanked or fucked even harder when you mess up a word in german, getting you to say you love them and not telling you the meaning :( definitely enjoy seeing your pussy raw and stinging, used and oozing out thick, pearly cum!!! “weak...” krueger mutters as könig slaps your sensitive hole, the soft pleads for them to let you go going straight to their heavy, stiff dicks.

apart from smut, the types of yandere they are; könig, i've talked about him endlessly on my account (as his wife...) and i view him as a manipulative, slightly delusional overprotective psychopath. krueger is just too fucking touchy, protective and somewhat sadistic when something doesn't go his way...

god, they're cruel with their actions and words. handfeeding you whilst they talk all about you, trying to get you to open up and talk to them about private issues that you don't want to speak about. slapping the insides of your thighs when you refuse and scolding you. humming and nodding when you finally answer private questions :( they don't even believe in privacy; bathing you and brushing your teeth, one sitting in the bathtub with you whilst the other washes you, invading your space !!! :(

they're easily jealous, pulling you onto their chests at night 'til you're woken up in a sleepy haze, both men arguing while you block your ears. or, watching tv with them, sat either on their laps or between both burly, brute men 🥹🥹 their hands on each of your thighs, smiling softly down at you when you fall asleep with your head resting on their muscular biceps :( 🎀

grgfgrrr, soft moments with these dipshits 😵‍💫

[batztrangem]

Art the Clown Relationship Headcanons

Author's Note: You guys can judge me all you want. I've said it in the past and I'll say it again: I love clowns. I love clowns a little too much actually. I just can't explain it. Anyways here's some relationship headcanons for Art because I don't see a lot of people write about him and I have a death wish because I really, really want to hug him.

Warnings/notes: Gender Neutral Reader, mentioned canon typical violence

• First things first, I don't think that Art really cares about being in a relationship. I don't think the idea of a relationship would even gloss over his mind if you hadn't had brought it up.

• That being said, Art takes a while to come around. His feelings for you are confusing. When he first met you he couldn't decide if you were his next victim or not.

• Also, a relationship? All he can think is, "Why would they want to be in a relationship with me?"

• But alas, Art comes around. And being his partner is...interesting.

• I don't think Art really has a home. There's no indication that he does. So expect random visits from a very bloody clown at the most odd hours of the night.

• If you're even the tiniest bit squeamish over blood, Art is not the one for you. Most of time when he comes home, he's drenched in it.

• Also Art is not very understanding of personal boundaries. He will ditch the clown suit in front of you without even thinking about it. And Terrifier 2 confirmed that he, in fact, doesn't wear underwear underneath it.

• Art will attempt to respect your boundaries after a lot of explaining.

• When it comes to affection, Art is interesting to say the least.

• He's surprisingly very huggy. He's also very keen on forehead and nose kisses.

• He really likes to hug you from behind. He wraps his arms around tight and puts his head in the crook of your neck.

• Sometimes Art's way of showing affection can get out of hand though.

• "Real hearts are not acceptable Valentine's Day gifts, Art. And neither are eyeballs."

• If you're in a relationship with Art get ready for random clown nonsense happening way too often.

• The miming doesn't stop. Don't expect it to.

• And when I say you'll be dealing with clown stuff constantly, I mean it. That man will bring an air horn to bed and I'm not joking.

• I do feel like Art might do some of these things less if you've known him for a really long time though.

• Depending on how long you've been with Art, you will eventually see him without the clown makeup.

• Not many things scare Art, but anyone seeing his face is without the makeup is definitely one of them. It's one of the only times you'll see Art vulnerable.

• In the end, Art is a handful to be with. But he's surprisingly sweet to be around.

• Just remember, there is no such thing as changing Art the Clown. Good luck even trying.

[toescratches]

I can't be the only one who wants to peg big, strong, masculine, serial killer men till they're crying and sobbing for mercy.

I'll make them make a mess and then I'll humiliate the fuck out of them.

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎, 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎

Featuring: Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Art the Clown 

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: creepy men, murder, cat-calling, murder boyfriends coming to the rescue (sort of), kind of more protective than jealousy but still, suggestive content, i will probably make more of these if wanted 

Jason

You never have the opportunity to interact with others, usually, most often staying behind in your shared cabin as Jason lurks around the camp. 

Still, there are times where it happens, though rare.

Specifically, there was a time you were near the water’s edge, a swimsuit on as you dipped your feet into the cool water.

Jason was out somewhere, leaving you alone as you watched the sun begin to set.

You moved to wade into the water, but a voice behind you caught you off guard.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a male called, and you turned to spot a man in hiking clothes with a map in his hands.

You raised a brow. How did someone manage to get all the way back here?

“What are you doing here?” you asked, leaving the shore to meet the man in a grassy clearing. 

“I was trying to find an old camp, but it seems like I found something even better,” he replied, a smile on his face that made you cringe.

You frowned. “You should leave.”

“Don’t be like that, baby, c’mon! I can’t leave a poor girl like you all alone out here! There’s some real bad guys out there, ya know.”

You recoiled when he tried to place a hand on your shoulder.

You crossed your arms. 

“It’s not me you have to worry about,” you replied. “Now go back the way you came.”

The man stepped closer to you again, and you were forced to back up until the lake water lapped at your heels. 

“Don’t be scared, honey,” he cooed.

You were about to let out a frustrated groan when you spotted a familiar hulking figure looming near the cabin.

A smile appeared on your lips, and you shot a small wave.

The man noticed your actions, and turned, only to stumble backwards and splash into the water at the sight.

Jason had returned.

Disregarding the man, you trotted to Jason, standing on your tip-toes to plant a soft kiss to his mask. 

You looked to see a machete in his hand, already dripping with a dark red substance.

“Jay-baby,” you whispered, leaning against his solid chest. “I almost thought something happened to you.”

A large hand rested on the small of your back, and you felt him nestle his face into your hair. 

He grunted in response before gently guiding you behind him. 

Though he didn’t say, you could tell he was upset, and you simply watched as he trudged over, large lumbering steps leaving massive footprints in their wake.

The terrified hiker finally scrambled upwards and out of the water, but he only made it a few stumbled steps before Jason grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking him backwards.

You knew what would happen next, and so turned your back.

Jason hated when you saw him kill, though you never really minded, but you still wanted to respect his concerns.

Screams echoed behind you as you climbed the steps and swung open the door to the small cabin.

“Wash up when you’re done!” you called out. “I’ll be waitin’ inside!” 

Freddy

Though he’s only really present in your dreams, you know he can see every mundane thing you do, including your trip to the supermarket.

He’s a crazy dream demon who thrives on blood and violence, so it’s no surprise he’ll jump at the chance to eviscerate anyone who dares to talk to you.

You stepped inside the small store, grabbing a cart and swinging your purse inside.

You only needed a few things for dinner, and prayed nobody would be stupid enough to catch your attention.

The rumor was you were cursed, since everyone who ever attempted anything was always found dead, mutilated in ways previously unseen—all in their own beds.

You didn’t mind, a loner anyways, and it’s not like you were ever really alone.

You grabbed a can off the shelf, tossing it into your cart before continuing down the aisle.

A man blocked the way, his own cart by his side as he examined a section of cans.

“Excuse me,” you called, catching his attention.

He looked to you, smiling bashfully before swinging his cart to the side so you could pass.

“My bad,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You’re okay,” you said, beginning to pass by him.

“Wait—” he spoke, a hand shooting out to land on your shoulder softly. 

You flinched, turning around.

“I’m new in town—any idea where to get a cup of coffee around here?”

“Try Starbucks just up the road. See you around.”

“Would you, umm, mind showing me?”

You let out a sigh. “I’ve got a dinner to make. Sorry.”

With that, you left the man alone in the aisle, your hands gripping the cart handle. 

You knew you’d never see that man alive again.

Sure enough, as soon as you fell asleep that night, you appeared in a darkened room, looking just enough like your bedroom to make you believe you’d woken up, but you knew you didn’t go to sleep in crotchless lingerie.

You rolled your eyes. “This is a bit tacky, don’t you think?” 

A presence made itself known in the corner of the dream room, and you shot Freddy an annoyed look.

He stepped close enough to brush his clawed glove against your cheek. “Would you rather be naked?”

“You’re a jealous bastard, you know,” you replied, your own hand resting over his glove. “He was just being nice.”

“He’s not anything anymore—” he laughed wickedly— “that weasel drowned in his own blood.”

You leaned into his touch, letting him push you back against the soft blanket. 

You noted a particularly devious glint in his eye, and if he still had enough skin to show it, you knew his cheeks would be flush with excitement. 

“You’re lucky I think you’re hot when you’re angry,” you teased. “Else I might actually get mad at being the talk of the town.” 

Art

Despite his refusal to talk, his over-exaggerated facial expressions always let you know what he’s thinking.

One such facial expression appeared on his white-covered face as you chatted to a man in a Halloween store, trying to get some help in finding a costume. 

 You thought it would be cute to surprise your clown with a clown costume of your own, but this man wasn’t any help, and you could tell the only reason he still chatted with you was the direct line of sight to your low cut tank top.

Finally, you brushed him off, deciding to look around yourself.

“Let me know if you need anything, little lady!”

You grit your teeth, trying to ignore his eyes still on your back as you flicked through the hanging costumes.

Finally, you found something that looked decent, and begrudgingly walked up to the counter.

“Wanna try it on first?” the man asked, a dirty smile on his face upon seeing the short black and white dress.

You resisted the urge to climb over the counter and fight him, but luckily a certain someone caught your attention.

You looked over to the changing rooms, locking eyes with a familiar murderous clown. 

He peeked his head out from the changing room curtain, shooting you a toothy grin.

“Sure,” you finally replied, taking the costume back and heading towards where you just saw Art disappear back behind the curtain.

You stepped inside and pulled the curtains closed, seeing Art sitting lazily on the bench.

You smirked, shaking the revealing costume at him.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You grinned when he smiled widely, hand reaching out to snatch the dress off the hanger. 

You knew that peeping tom cashier would want to sneak a peek soon enough, and it didn’t take long before you saw his shoes standing just outside the curtain.

You sat, still in your regular clothes, feet up on the bench.

Finally, the curtain slid open just slightly, and the man recoiled when his eyes met those of Art.

He sported the short dress, and he put his hands under his chin, batting his eyelashes.

The man’s lips curled into a disgusted frown, but quickly changed into a look of fear when he spotted the large hatchet dangling from Art’s gloved hand.

You waved from behind the slasher, a soft smile on your face. “Like what you see?”

The man didn’t have a chance to scream before the hatcher buried itself deep within his skull.

You stood up, giving your lover a cheeky grip to his rear end. “You should wear this more often,” you teased. 

[suvidrache]

Freddy Krueger In A Relationship

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 263 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

→ Freddy almost always has a hand on or around you in general.

→ He would make teasing remarks as you snuggled up to him. Even try to slide a hand up your shirt or skirt, unless you told him 'no.'

→ He would be accepting of your love and affection in the waking world, in the dream world he would come to you, once he's done haunting others' nightmares.

→ The daytime is for the two of you, the night-time is for him. You can't be around a person all hours of the day and night.

→ Now, if you suffer from nightmares or sleep paralysis, he will stay with you in your dreams as a protector.

→ He's not going to let anything bad happen to you in your dreams. If your night terrors are caused by a source (trauma, bullying, etc.) He will kill the person who has caused you this harm.

→ He frequently travels between the waking world (being with you, actually in person) and the dream world.

→ He will stay with you until you've gone to sleep. Once you're asleep he will either travel to your dreams, unless all is well, or he will go to someone else's.

→ He doesn't wear his glove when he's around you unless he plans on going into people's dreams.

→ If you didn't like someone he would listen the entire time and join in on your hatred of said person. He has no issue with gossiping about people with you, and he would haunt their nightmares. No one should upset his loved one and live their life normally afterward.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[lace-coffin]

Hey can I request jason voorhees x reader were the reader is like freddys sister or kid (grown up ofc) and he is protective of em and when freddy tricks jason to coming to Springwood the reader and jason meet at the corn maze rave and fall in love and it upsets freddy more? Thank you

Requests are open!

Thank you for the request! Ngl I had to rewatch the corn maze scene to refresh and I can’t get over how cool the fire stunt is + I love this Jason’s design with the droopy eye hehe

Jason vorehees x gn!reader

Tw for mild blood and violence (very little)

Fluff/wholesomeness, first time meeting, love at first sight

Is this too corny?

As the younger sibling of Freddy Krueger you know how he is and that things most likely won’t play out smoothly with his new plan. You attend the corn maze rave to keep an eye out for your older brother despite being told implicitly to stay home where it’s safe. You weren’t expecting to meet your soulmate here of all places..

So far things with Freddy’s new idea haven’t been going according to plan, despite successfully deceiving Jason into coming to springwood to do his dirty work he’s not being able to get a good control over him and loosing kills/opportunity to restore his powers as a result of that. Hardheaded as ever your older brother keeps to his idea, detailing how he intends to make the best of a rave that’s being held by local teens in a corn maze.

You however, the younger and only sibling of said boogeyman, were told your not to go and that’s final. As reckless as Freddy can be he cares about your wellbeing, you’re his only sibling and hold a special soft spot in his heart. You feel the same towards him, which is where the issues arises. Things haven’t been going to plan up to this point already, Freddy not being able to control Jason as well as he initially thought and having kills stolen from him as a result. With the situation being as messy as it is there’s absolutely no way you’re letting your brother go alone. Weather he actually knows you’re joining is unimportant, you’re just going to head there, keep your head low, make sure everything goes to plan and then come home.

Everything did not go to plan. Within an hour of being there Freddy has realised you’re here and berated you. He’s beyond pissed since he explicitly told you to stay home, not wanting you involved in the massacre because he knows deep down he doesn’t have a good grip on it right now.

After a few minutes of back and forth arguing he relents and agrees to let you stay. Only because he feels it would be to dangerous for you to walk home in this mess. He can’t bear the thought of something happening to his younger sibling under his watch. He begrudgingly tells you to keep out of the way and lay low until he’s finished and he’ll take the pair of you home. He swears if he wasn’t already dead then the shit you put him through would kill him five times over.

Bitter that you’ve been yelled at for the last couple minuets you make your way into the dense crowd and pour yourself a drink. May aswell, seems you’re going to be here surrounded by dumb hormone driven teens for the next few hours. After finally having enough of the crowd and loud music you take yourself to a more secluded area of the maze, perching yourself on a decorative hay bale and swishing your drink around your cup uninterested.

That is until a corpse covered in glow sticks seemingly falls from no where and slumps down infront of you. Huh. Maybe this will be interesting.

Before you can process what just happened you notice an orange glow emanating from closer to the party, fire. Intrigued and not one to sit idle you follow the haze until you reach its origin. It seems the rave has come to an end as body’s litter the floor, gored beyond recognition. You look over them in sick fascination, quick to realise they aren’t the work of your older brother..the wounds don’t match up.

A rusting noise emanates from the corn stalks and you snap your head around to the source of the noise. Still on fire a hulking 6’5 man? Zombie? Trudges out of the corn maze and pauses to stare you down. Ah, this must be Jason.

Despite your better judgment you rush over to the table to grab whatever liquid you can to douse him in, hoping to put him out. You know he’s important to your brothers plan and your not just going to let him stand there ablaze weather it will actually hurt him or not.

As you throw the (non flammable) drink over him he recoils, albeit a bit delayed to the initial impact. The fire slowly dies down and Jason looks back up to you slowly. Despite the mask you’re sure you can see some gratitude swimming behind his good eye. You rush over to check him over, Jason more than confused but intrigued allows you to once he realises your unarmed and not a threat.

You gently rid him of his jacket now ashen from the fire and tend to any wounds as best you can with whatever is available. Jason is baffled as to why you’re treating him so gently, like you genuinely care about his safety. For most his life all he’s knows is the cruelty of others and the pain he inflicts in the name of his late mother. But you, your so ..soft? Careful and considerate in a way he hasn’t felt in years. He watches you cautiously behind his mask, eye following every step of your movements as you work to patch him up.

You’ve been talking non stop since you started, quickly grasping onto the fact talking wasn’t exactly his forte but enjoying having someone to listen. You explain each step of what you’re doing to him beforehand as not to startle him, Jason gives little nods in response to let you know he understands and is comfortable with you to proceed. Your complete strangers right now but the connection you’ve built over this small period is pleasant and new to the both of you, Jason having someone fawn over him and his health for the first time in years whilst speaking to him normally and considerately is scary but welcomed. You having someone to talk to and make little jokes with whilst not talking over you and giving you room to express yourself is heaven. For what Jason lacks verbally he makes up for in expression and gestures. You notice the way his shoulders bounce as he silently chuckles when you make a particularly cheesy joke, his eyes crinkling under his mask.

Eventually you decide it’s time to bite the bullet and ask if you can take a look under his mask to check if the fire caused any damage that needs to be attended to. Instantly he pulls away. Shit, that’s a no then. You put your hands up defensively and tell him you won’t make him do anything he’s not comfortable with and that you’re sorry for offending him. He shakes his head, wanting to get across that you didn’t offend him, he’s just unsure, you’re a stranger after all, even if he is enjoying your company. After a while of negotiating via head nods you come to the agreement that you can look over the skin visible from behind his mask and no further.

You decide it would be easier to do this sat down so you take Jason’s large leather clad hand into your own and guide him to the floor of the maze clearing. Shuffling closer you ask him again if he’s ready and ok to be touched. Receiving a nod in reply you bring your face up to his. It’s more intimate than you expected considering you just met him and now you’re within kissing distance. Jason snaps his eyes away from yours bashfully but lets you proceed. You run a careful hand over the skin around his mask, miraculously it’s a little charred but already looking better than you expect thanks to his rapid regeneration. Lost in concern and concentrating on looking the visible skin over you don’t realise your effectively petting over his skin softly. It’s relaxing and soft in a way that’s foreign to Jason. You realise the effect it’s having on him once a rumbling content noise similar to a purr emanates from his chest steadily.

You giggle, thinking the noise is cute, especially coming from such a hulking undead being like himself. Jason seizes up at the sound of your laughter, thinking you’re making fun of him like those horrid kids in his past but easily relaxes again when you explain you found it endearing. Your eyes meet and hold contact for a few moments, feeling peacful in each other’s new found company. Without thinking you bump your forehead against his, soft skin meeting plastic. Just resting your head against his and looking into his eyes, it’s intimate but not pushing either parties boundaries. You swear you can see Jason’s skin flush a little darker and the rumble in his chest picks up. After a few moments of shared nuzzling you move back into your earlier position.

You offer to bring Jason back home with you so you can Atleast get him cleaned up and treated with better supplies. It’s not a super smart idea considering you just met him and he’s a 6’3 machete wielding zombie but when have you ever made good choices. He hesitantly nods and agrees to go, he thinks he can trust you after the moment you just shared and to be honest with the way his undead heart is fluttering he doesn’t feel like he could bring himself to say no to you.

You spend a few more moments in comfy silence before your brother emerges from the maze, face splattered with blood. Freddy pauses to take in the scene. You cozied up to the man who’s currently ruining all his plans. Absolutely not. Are you dumb? Do you know what he’s capable of? Did you not just see him slaughter half a student body? Freddy is across the field and pulling you off before you have chance to explain.

Jason, not know Freddy is your older brother and is just being protective, hardens his stance and rips Freddy’s grasp from your arm, machete readied. Freddy doesn’t take kindly to this and snarls at the man, demanding he backs away from his sibling. It clicks that Freddy is your older sibling. Freddy lets go and Jason relents.

Explaining to Freddy that you’re going to take home essentially the flaw within his plan doesn’t go over well. You bicker for a good five minutes, both hard headed and stubborn. Eventually Freddy throws his razored hands up and gives in, telling you that you can patch him up and that’s it, and if he even thinks about laying a hand on you or acting out of line then Freddy will slice him to ribbons without hesitation.

Freddy walks ahead of you on the way home, grumbling to himself about how unreal and stupid this is and how this wouldn’t have happened if you’d just stayed home safe like he told you. You can’t bring yourself to care as you slip your smaller hand into Jason’s, enjoying the brisk night air together.

[imaginaenespanol]

Freddy tiene la mala suerte de tener una T/N inocente cual confunde sus toqueteos con cariños, tampoco nunca se han besado por lo cual lo unico que recibe son besos en la mejilla o la mayoria esquimales, una noche T/N lo saca fuera del mundo de los sueños con la excusa de pasar tiempo juntos y al estar fuera le preguntaria si quiere ver una pelicula y compartir un aperitivo dulce o de preferencia salado mientras la ven, el probablemente pensaria en lo otro pero resulta que.. Si, ven la peli.

Lo siento por el tiempo que me tomo estas simples palabras, es demasiado corto lo seee, pero quería probar algo nuevo desde la perspectiva del cara de pizza de Krueger, espero que te guste o te agrade 😀

Advertencias: Pensamientos sucios, Freddy siendo Freddy y nosotros somos inocentes, estúpidxs diría yo(?)

Palabras: 374

Versión en ingles: Aquí

La tentación de Freddy: ¿Película o algo más? (Freddy Krueger x Inocente! Lectora) ESP

Salí del mundo de los sueños como siempre, las ideas más lujuriosas y sadicas invaden mi mente para molestar y poner nerviosa a mi princesa,  me preparaba para una larga noche con (T/N), Finalmente poder Corromperla como siempre deseé desde que la vi en sus sueños. Sin embargo, ella me pilló desprevenido cuando me dijo que nos íbamos a sentar a ver una película.

—¿Qué es lo que sucede?— Pregunto la Chica extrañada por mi comportamiento a la vez que ella observa fijamente con esos ojos que me hacen temblar de emoción, mis ojos perversos, a lo que le respondo —¿Qué estás planeando?— pregunte levantando una ceja mientras intentaba descifrar sus planes.

—¡Vamos a ver la película! —me dijo (T/N) con entusiasmo y tomando mi mano libre

Yo la seguí de mala gana, preguntándome cuáles de mis sueños más perversos se harán realidad durante esta noche.

Estábamos en su habitación, los dos debajo de las mantas, con mi mano en su muslo. Yo estaba emocionado y esperanzado, mandando mis tipicos comentarios sadicos mientras veíamos la película. Sin embargo, no pasó mucho tiempo antes de que ella me ofreciera un aperitivo, que eligiera lo que tenía guardado en la cocina, pero… la deseaba a ella, maldición…yo estaba molesto, pero acepté palomitas de maíz. No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que me di cuenta de que nuestra noche de romance se reduciría a esto, a comer aperitivos y ver una película estúpida, aun cuando la subí a mi regazo e intente toquetearla.

No me había dado cuenta de lo inocente que era (T/N). Ella definitivamente no entendía las intenciones detrás de mis cariñosos toqueteos, confieso que es estimulante la idea de corromperla, pero ahora mismo me dan ganas de follarla ahí mismo.

Durante toda la noche solo recibí besos en la mejilla o esquimales. Recibí una que otra reacción nerviosa cuando ponía mi aliento en su cuello, pero no más que eso, realmente fue una noche más bien aburrida y frustrante que cualquier otra cosa que pudiera haber hecho. Pero al menos pase tiempo con ella, observando su reacción en las escenas de lo que sea que estemos viendo, quiero corromperla y hacerla mía. Al final de la noche, (T/N) estaba feliz, mientras yo estaba frustrado sexualmente. Supongo que tendré que hacer un movimiento pronto…