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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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"Permanently Tied." Freddy Krueger X Amber Cottrell.

Today is a big day! Today marks three years of me writing! And you all know what that means, the first thing I ever posted was chapter one of The Man Of My Dreams, so it’s been three years of this lovely little fic of mine, happy birthday to the baby that started it all! So to celebrate as per uze’ I wrote up Freddy and Amber thing, natch. I hope you allll enjoy it! Not super long, not super extra, but it feels very, very them and I had fun doing it which is the most important thing.

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Length. 2.7K. Rating. Explicit. Freddy Kreuger X Amber Cottrell. Warnings: Amber Has A Real Bad Day. Banter. Teasing. Mentions Of Violence. Blood Play. Knife Play. Vaginal Sex. Dirty Talk. Just Freddy And Amber Being Freddy And Amber.

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Today was a beast for poor Amber.

One of those days where almost everything went wrong. She loved her hair, the big mess of curls was one of her favourite things about herself but today no matter what she did before she left the house it was just that, a fucking untamable mess. She left the house on time but when she was halfway to her office, fumbling for her cell phone to answer a call she wasn’t paying close enough attention, her heel got caught in part of a subway grate. Worse still, it broke off, totally ruining her shoe and making her spill her caramel macchiato on herself in the process.

She had to hobble back home, cursing the whole way for the wasted drink, the horribly stained blouse and skirt that needed dry cleaning and her perfectly good patent leather Louboutin heel that was ruined beyond recognition. She couldn’t even pry the busted heel out of the grate so taking it to a cobbler to try and salvage it was out. She called her assistant, him on speaker phone on the table in her walk-in closet as she got redressed, informing him she would be late.

She had to change and couldn’t show up to work in a broken shoe and a ruined outfit, not with performance reviews today, she was up first before delivering some of the people she managed and he informed her that her boss called just before her and was going to be early.

She barely made it in time.

Her review was fine, better than fine, it was glowing, the one highlight of today. Her own reviews she gave were more disorganised than she would like, her lunch order was wrong, her computer was out of commission and needed IT to fix it, by five o-clock she was fucking bone tired and had totally written the day off.

She wanted to cook dinner, wanted to lose herself to the methodical nature of it, and help make up for the lack of breakfast and her terrible lunch. Sadly, dinner somehow got inexplicably burnt and she just about lost it. She tossed the smoking pan into the sink after turning off her smoke alarm and then picked up her cell phone and almost felt bad for the poor guy on the other end who took her pizza order which was surely the most angry pizza request anyone had ever put in at that particular establishment.

When her order was in, phone tossed down and forgotten, she busted out her nicest bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for herself, neat. She downed it in one painful swallow that burned in the most satisfying way and then poured herself another.

The pizza arrived in less than thirty minutes, she thrust the folded bills in the hand of the clearly nervous delivery person, but she didn’t blame them. Wild red curls around her head, her blouse unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, giving dead eyes and a vaguely angry expression, glass in her (Chipped! Another thing that pissed her off earlier-) manicured grip, saying nothing. She took the pizza in the other hand that wasn’t holding her glass and she slammed the door closed with her foot before walking into the living room. She sat on the couch, put down her glass and opened the box, about to eat the pizza right out of there, sans plate.

When she opened it, something made her stop.

She stared down at the offending box, around 50% of the cheese from the pizza stuck to the box's lid.

She sighed, closed the box, finished her drink and turned off the tv.

Today is done, it’s over, she isn’t doing this anymore.

She’d laugh if she had anything left inside. She stripped off, threw the clothes down, and left them on the bathroom floor. She ran a bath, used salts and oils and bubble bath and slipped into the scalding hot water and allowed the tension to start to melt out of herself. She breathed deep and let the smell of lavender soothe her frayed nerves. She got out when the water was significantly cooled, she moisturised, did her skin care, spritzed herself with perfume she knew he liked best, vanilla and honeysuckle but not just cloying sweetness, it had depth to it.

Making her way to her closet, she thought about how she was going to get to see him soon. Tonight was a big deal, she had hoped today was going to be a good day leading up to it but sadly it wasn’t, tonight was their anniversary, three years since he had been back and she was excited to celebrate it with him. She wasn’t going to let her terrible day dampen tonight.

She pulled out the bag from her closet that she had bought a month ago, fished out the white silk pyjama set that she knew Freddy would eat up. It was traditional, very, very unlike anything she had worn previously for him, it screamed innocence and begged two words, “corrupt me”, there was no way he wouldn’t love the change of pace.

Now in a much better headspace she made her way to bed, as fun as a good hate fuck is every now and again, she didn’t want to bring that energy to him this time.

She slipped into the sheets and stretched out, even after so long she still felt palpable excitement to see him on a night like tonight. It made falling asleep harder but no matter what, it always got to her eventually, just like him, he always got to her eventually.

The change from awake to asleep bleeds, it melts slowly, from her being conscious to un. She always becomes aware of it when she feels the sheets of the bed in the playroom as opposed to the ones on her own bed. She feels the weight of the mattress shift and her eyes slide open, she feels his hands on her body through the blanket and she looks up to see him, already almost on top of her, “There she is. Was wondering if you were ever gonna show up.”

“Awe, did I keep you waiting?”

“You did. Terrible, awful, girl. Making me hang around on a night like tonight. Maybe I shouldn’t give you your gift as punishment.” He teased and she laughed, a roll of her eyes, “We both know you aren’t gonna not fuck me tonight.”

He gasps, mock offence, “You think that is the only thing I got you?” His gloved hand to his chest and she laughs over his expression.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” She taunts as she sits up and as the blanket slips down and pools at her waist he sees what she is wearing. “Oh. Now what-” He reaches out, feels her arm with his non-gloved hand, “-is this?”

“One of your gifts.” She says with a smile, leaning away a little bit as he takes in the creamy white silk covering her form. He yanks the rest of the blanket away to see the rest of her and she asks, “What do you think?”

“I thiiiink, it is very different from what you usually wear.” He said honestly and she hummed as he leaned in closer, “Good different or bad different?”

“Oh I think you know what kind of different.” He stated and she let him think he was going to let him kiss her and when his lips were an inch away from hers instead she fell back onto the bed and he groaned, his head tipping forward and she giggled. Looking up at him through her hair, playing with her fingers as she looked up at him, mocking with a playful pout, “What’s the matter Freddy? You don’t wanna work for it?”

“I didn’t have to work for it the first night you came sniffing around for me, why do I gotta work for it now when we are years in?” The tone shows he is joking and she reaches out, toying with the hem of his sweater. “Cuz it’s fun. Annnd you love me, and I humour you all the time.”

He sighs as if he is put out when they both know he is not. “Compelling argument you strike.”

She pats the space on the bed next to her and he takes her up on it, lays beside her, feet to head and facing her, one of his hands resting on her leg, looking towards her and asks, “So how was your day?”

A groan leaves her, one of her arms thrown over her eyes overdramatically in a fashion that makes him smile, “Terrible! The worst ever!”

She then proceeds to vent about her day, from the spilled coffee and broken heel to her burnt dinner and the ruined pizza that was surely congelling, grease leaking through the box onto her nice glass coffee table, and he listened. He actually validated what she said and agreed it was all bullshit. “Really?”

“Yes!” He said and she asked, “You don’t think I am overreacting?”

“Not at all.” He affirmed, his hands hadn’t left her, tracing slow and sweet patterns over the pyjama pants she was wearing. “Even the thing with my heels?”

“Hey I loved those heels, the ones with the red bottoms? They looked so good on you!” The look he was giving her she knew exactly what he was thinking of.

“Yeah you always did love 'em propped on your shoulders.” She said with a smile and he laughed, “Can’t sneak nothing past you.”

“Not after all this time, no.” She sighs, “Thanks for listening.”

“Of course, the least I could do.” He started to sit up, his hand not leaving her thigh as he asked, “Is there anything I can do to help fix such a shit fucking day?”

“I just wanna do whatever you have planned. You do have something planned, don’t you?” She asks sweet as pie.

“You think I don’t have something planned? Honey, you wound me deeply.”

“Hardly. Give me that glove and we can talk about me wounding you deeply.”

“Have you thought about this a lot?” He asked and she laughed, reaching out she plucked up his gloved hand, “Oh yeah, don’t you know? I masturbate exclusively to the thought of me murdering you with your own weapon.”

“I knew it.” He accused her. He got up and held out said gloved hand, “C’mon, let’s go.”

She hums and takes what he offered as she always did. Turns out the plans took them to some well loved and previously enjoyed spots, a drink out a certain club, all while recalling fond old times. “Remember last time we came to this club and I-”

“Fucked me in the alley so good I ended up flat on my ass? Yes! It was hilarious, my legs just gave out.” She laughed, “You looked like a newborn deer trying to walk after.”

“Did I ever tell you I called out of work that morning?” She asked and he laughed, “Fuck off! No you never said!”

“Well I tried to get up but it was a no go, I had to fucking crawl to the bathroom-”

After all of that, food was gotten at a particular restaurant, more good times recalled,

“So did you ever see Joseph again?”

“You mean after the time he tried to kiss me and you got so jealous you almost gutted me like a fish? Nope, steered clear after that.” It was said in a shockingly light tone considering how heavy the subject matter was.

“I wasn’t gonna kill you, fuckssake-” He groaned, a fond roll of her eyes, “Uh-huh, just what was your intention?”

“Just scare you real bad.”

“Well you accomplished that-”

And soon the gifts were exchanged. He laughed when he opened his, pulling out the silver object from the box with his non-gloved hand, “Really? You got the permanent burn victim a lighter?” He flicked it open and lit it once on the first strike before snapping it closed, snuffing out the flame, “Hilarious.”

“I thought so! But read it.” She encouraged and he did so, seeing the engraving on the other side, “Thank you for the fire you lit inside me.”

It made him have a small moment of pause, thumb ran over the embedded words, but instead of being sweet or acknowledging the touching gesture he instead teased, “Look at you. When did you get so fucking soft on me?”

“Freddy, c’mon, you’ve felt me all over, you know first hand how soft I am.” She joked and he sighed, “Open your gift already Amber.”

She hooks a nail under the red green silk ribbon that was tied around the red wrapped box, she pulls until the bow gives way and she opens the box and sees what he got her, “Ooh! New piercing set!” She lightly touched the polished dark green metal, “Ooo, different colour this time.” She lifted the matching pieces out, turning them over in her fingers. “You gonna outfit me in the whole rainbow eventually, hm?”

“Only took you this long to figure it out, I’m shocked.” He said before taking a sip from his bourbon.

“I’m slow on the uptake sometimes, can you blame me when you distract me so often?”

“I’ll let it slide this time. You wanna put those new ones in?” He asked and she laughed hard into her glass, before she set it down, “Here? At the table?”

“I’ve fucked you on this table in front of the whole restaurant before but sure, you changing out your piercings is too far?”

“Heaven forbid I have some boundaries left.” She finishes the rest of her drink, “We can head back and maybe you can help me change em yourself.”

“Tempting offer.” He agrees as he gets up and takes her hand.

They never got to him helping her change her piercings, both were a little too distracted a little too quickly for that. He used his glove to shred her nice pyjamas, he popped the buttons off so the top hung loose and open, pretty tits on display, pants mostly cut apart giving him the ample access he needed to torture her and please himself. It didn’t take much for it to escalate to its current point, there was no need to rush but sometimes the need they feel is too much to take their time.

Amber is riding Freddy as they are sitting up, both of them very, very into it, bodies pressed almost as close as can be. She pulls back from him, slightly, breaking the very sloppy kiss they had been sharing, a soft moan of, “Freddy.”, gracing her lips.

“Amberrr-” He almost purrs her name back, a clench of her on him, another rush of arousal pouring through her chest and straight to her overheated cunt.

Panting, she asks around a half laugh, half moan, “Fuck, is it possible to be addicted to hearing the sound of your own name?”

He laughs too, “Shit, I dunno, let’s test it, eh? Say my name.” Her arms looping around his neck, rolling her hips she breathes to him, “Freddy-” His head falls back with a groan, thrusting up into her harder, “You know, I think you’re onto something.”

A breathy giggle breaks out, she starts “You narcissistic fucker-” He cuts her off, “Hey, you’re one to talk! This was your fucking idea-” Another series of hard thrusts upwards makes her shudder, a series of broken moans leave her open mouth, “-Amber.”

The son of a bitch said it just the way she adored when he did, focusing on the M, stretching out the R, lingering on it as if every syllable was a delicious treat for his senses.

“What? No cute little comment?” He asked and when her pleasure addled brain made her response take too long for his liking he stopped cold and she groaned, a shake of her head, “No, no, ju-st keep going-” When he did she gasped, clung closer, even with her thighs trembling she resumed her earlier pace, slamming down to meet him in the middle, “Fuck! Right there!”

This is just what she needed, being rendered physically unable to focus on the bullshit of earlier, instead she could come here and lose herself in the feeling of shredded and blood soaked silk plastered to her broken skin while getting fucked totally dumb. She loved being able to go to sleep, to rest and come and see him, he fixes all of that so easily, hopelessly devoted and she knew he was in a similar boat, no doubt with how he touched her, looked at her, that he didn’t feel it all as strongly as she did.

#Freddy Krueger X oc #Amber Cottrell #Freddy Krueger X Amber Cottrell #The Man Of My Dreams #TMOMD #BHF writing #Happy birthday to me and the blog and these two and on and on

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kreeture-19 · 11 months

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I also got some pretty rad gifts for my birthday. Here are the ones I'm most excited about.

(1) "A Nightmare on Elm Street" t-shirt (2) Freddy Krueger sweater (3) Pumpkin plush throw blanket (4) Bat snack plate (5) American Eagle sweatshirt (6) Ghost snack bowl (7) "The Nightmare Before Christmas" plush pajama pants (8) Spirit Halloween long sleeve t-shirt (9) "Spider-Man: ATSV" Blu-ray (10) cute Halloween socks

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frankentyner · 1 year

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#happy belated birthday to #Mr.#Freddy Krueger #himself #Robert Englund #here's a photoset celebrating that time when he got to play #Lucifer #on #Married With Children #which was one of the greatest things that happened ever

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thatgeekwiththeclipons · 2 months

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Remembering horror icon Wes Craven! ^__^

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ask-guard-boozoo · 4 months

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Yeehaw

#freddy krueger #robert englund #happy birthday robert‼️‼️‼️

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littleliteraturersj · 2 years

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Today's my birthday and all I want is to run through the boiler room in a nightgown that's way too short. Annnd some nice comments on my main fic wouldn't hurt either. I'll take what I can get.

Either way, I hope you're all having a beautiful New Year thus far~ I posted a chapter solely for Ghostface. (Link may look funny but I swear it works) "House of Horrors: Director's Cut"

#happy birthday to me #freddy krueger #slashers #slasher fandom #ghostface #scream #slashers living together #slasher roommates #my fic #slasher community #i would pay money for robert to chase me as freddy

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ghostfaceprincess · 3 months

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Here’s Some General Head Cans. About Them:

TW: Mention of NSFW themes and language.

Michael Myers:

• Does eventually take his mask off around you and it’s actually the sweetest moment ever. He does it slowly and hesitantly, and then gives the smallest blush when you first see him.

• Actually does let you do his hair. Wash it, comb it, detangle it, etc.

• Likes it when you cook for him. He’ll sit in the kitchen and watch you do it, because he genuinely enjoys it.

• He’ll do all the yard work. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he’ll do it, especially when you ask him to. He likes when you ask, it makes him feel needed.

Freddy Krueger:

• Goes into your dreams constantly just to mess with you. He finds it funny to play pranks on you and scare you, just a little bit, at times.

• Actually really enjoys to cuddle you, especially in bed. Turn the fan on, with silk sheets; ooo, he loves it.

• 100% uses his glove as an eating utensil as well. You can’t stop him.

• If you’re having a nightmare, he’ll come in and make it better. 🥺

Jason Voorhees:

• Brings you little cute baby animals, like bunnies and birds he finds that have been abandoned.

• Teaches you how to fish in the lake.

• Likes helping you do the dishes because you two can jam out to music.

• Let’s you completely decorate the cabin you two live in.

Billy Loomis:

• Still sneaks into your window to this day, just because it’s fun.

• Enjoys shower sex. 🥵

• Absolutely adores your pet and is always hanging out with them.

• Is the type to suggest making pizzas from scratch together for dinner.

Stu Macher:

• Uses the word “shit” in every other sentence somehow.

• Has fairy lights in his room that change color so you cause can have the best, coziest movie nights.

• Enjoys to send you Instagram reels while he’s taking a shit in the bathroom. You can even hear him laugh through the wall at some of them as he watches. (Aka, my own bf 💀)

• Is always laying his head in your lap every chance he gets.

Charles Lee Ray:

• Is always cleaning his gun in front of you, as he hums to himself.

• Does in fact let you do face masks on him, and occasionally paint his nails.

• Is always walking around the house in his underwear.

• Literally wants Swedish meatballs every other night.

Tiffany Valentine:

• Reads Tarot for you every year on your birthday and every year on New Year’s Day.

• Paints your nails to match hers. She’s got purple acrylics? She’s painting your nails purple to match!

• Cooks for you literally every night.

• Always begging you to watch a classic horror with her; it’s a nightly thing.

Bubba Sawyer:

• Always bringing you flowers, little cute bugs, etc.

• Loves to cook for you, and also loves to help you cook. Same thing with the dishes!

• Loves to lay his head in your lap, he gets overly happy about it.

• Likes when you give him compliments. He’ll give you a kiss in return for each compliment you give him.

Thomas Hewitt:

• Likes to sleep in with you, curled up as he wears just his sweatpants and no shirt.

• Makes the best meals for you, with tons of flavor.

• Enjoys napping with you, he could nap any time of the day.

• Likes when you show him new movies. He’s gonna hyper focus on any new one you show him.

Art the Clown:

• With him, you have personal protection 24/7.

• He’s always making you laugh and smile, any chance he gets, no matter where you guys are.

• Any time he paints your nails, he paints an A on both of your ring finger nails.

• Speaking of painting, he enjoys painting with you as well as painting you! There’s tons of paintings of you hanging in the house!

The Creeper:

• Flying together is a nightly tradition.

• Does not like if people stare at you and will take their eyes because of it.

• Is always wanting you to sing to him, he doesn’t care how you sound, he loves it!

• Does let you braid the little hair he has.

Thanks for reading! 🦇🖤

#horror #slasher #slashers #horror movies #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #michael myers #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #billy loomis #stu macher #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #art the clown #the creeper #x y/n

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duranduratulsa · 11 months

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Now showing on my Freddy Krueger movie 🎥 marathon...Freddy's Nightmares: Monkey Dreams (1989) on classic DVD 📀! #tv #television #horror #anightmareonelmstreet #freddysnightmares #MonkeyDreams #wescraven #RIPWesCraven #freddy #freddykrueger #robertenglund #dvd #80s #happybirthdayfreddykrueger #freddyversary #nightmare39

#tv #television #horror #a nightmare on elm street #freddy's nightmares #monkey dreams #wes craven #rip wes craven #freddy krueger #freddy #Robert Englund #80s #dvd #happy birthday freddy krueger #freddyversary #nightmare39

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kisskiss-slashslash · 1 year

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Hi, it’s my birthday and I was wondering if I could get something with how the slashers treat you on your birthday/the gifts they might get you? btw love your writing style, I’ve been loving everything you’ve written so far

Aaaaaa Happy Birthday!

Slashers and what they do for their S/O’s birthday

Jason Voorhees

While his own birthday is not a pleasant memory, he doesn’t want it to be the same for you, so he pulls out all the stops. He tries to recreate dishes his mom used to make for birthdays with the few resources he has on hand, decorates the shack with anything pretty he can find in the old cabins and even tries his hand at baking a cake. It ends up less than stellar but it’s the thought that counts. And during the day, he will be constantly by your side, and fulfills every wish you may have. Even if there are campers around Crystal Lake during your birthday, he may let them live (for just this one day, mind. Once the clock hits midnight, it’s on sight again), because he doesn’t want anything distracting him from you and your happiness. This is a big day after all; the day that the love of his life was brought into this world.

His gifts to you would be something selfmade. A wooden figurine he carved, for example.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is gonna include his brothers on the planning. Bo drives to the next town over to get decorations, drinks and cake, and Vincent and Lester decorate the living room for the party. Vincent has, of course, been working on your gift for months beforehand. A painting, a wax figure, or something similar. Vincent is huge on selfmade gifts. And once everything is set up, he leads you to the living room, so the whole family can celebrate.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy can’t exactly arrange a party while you are awake or give you a gift, but once you go to bed on the eve of your birthday, he’ll greet you in your dreams and tell you that basically, his powers are yours for the night (and so is he, wink wink). Whatever you want, he’ll make it happen. No matter his own feelings about it. He *will* tease you about your wishes though, albeit in a much less malicious way than he usually does.

Brahms Heelshire

For your birthday, Brahms tries to take over the chores. Emphasis on *tries*. His heart is in the right place, but he only ends up making an even bigger mess. But when you want to go clean it up, he stops you, telling you that yeah there’s a mess, but it’s your birthday and you shouldn’t have to lift a finger. The mess can wait.

You two order some cake from the grocery delivery guy, and snuggle up on the couch, listening to some music while Brahms feeds you bites of cake.

He later surprises you with a piece of jewelry that belonged to his parents. A sign that he sees you as part of his family, and their old items are just as much yours as they are his.

Bubba Sawyer

Another slasher who makes your birthday a family affiar. Drayton may not be a fan of parties and general, viewing them as a waste of time and money, but Bubba persters him about it so relentlessly, even after being threatened with the broom, that the eldest brother eventually relents and drives to town to get everything needed for a birthday party. And while he is gone, Bubba begs Nubbins to help him decorate. The decorations all end up being made of human bone, but that’s to be expected. Bubba gifts you your very own chainsaw! Now you can also be part of the family business, like a true Sawyer!

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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