Cometh the hour, cometh the return of the Tumblr girl. It's the talk of the town. It's so hot right now. Return of the Tumblr girl. So hot.
Everyone is talking about it because, and there's no doubt about it, 2014 Tumblr is back in a big way. Some folk ask if we remember her bedroom (it's never changed.) Others claim that there is more to her outfit than meets the eye. Y'all are real enigmas—yet the internet can't stop talking about you. So mysterious. So hot.
Well, it looks like Tumblr girls of all stripes are going to need their essentials: their string of fairy lights, their neon and/or pastel hair, their Doc Martens, their fishnet tights, and, of course, their copies of The Pretty Reckless' seminal second album Going to Hell. It has just turned ten this past week, and it seems celebrations are in order. The band has shared this little note, for starters, and say that they love you all. Which is just really, really nice.
ppl be like "being gay is gonna send you to hell" like okay? thats perfect? ill be partying with the devil and freddie mercury while youre chained by the laws of the goodness youre not even sure exists? fuck you?
SUMMARY: An irregular sleep schedule wasn't uncommon for you, but when it became overwhelming, you turned to the help of a polysomnography test that could lead you in the right direction. Hoping to gain insight into the initial reasoning of your body's avoidance of a good night's rest, the problem that contributed to your troubles made itself known just as you expected. (PART 2)
WORDS: 3,249
TAGS: A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984-1994), Freddy Krueger Being an Asshole, Dream Manipulation, Insomnia, Lucid Dreaming, Wet Dream, Dream Sex, Degradation, Verbal Degradation, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Mild Dub-Con, Blood & Injury, Shapeshifting, Healing, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Freddy Giving, Reader Receiving, Clit Stimulation, Creampie, Penetrative Sex (Vag+Peen), EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+
The nightmare that haunted you had become a dream you tried to ignore, fighting to make it untrue. Freddy lived forever in the past, meaning you would always be connected, and because of it, he believed your time was owed to him. You accepted his chaotic and destructive world. Even though you paid the price of being one of those who killed him by being haunted by his ghostly presence, there was a moment of vulnerability that struck you at the worst possible time.
“It feels good to sleep, doesn’t it?” He taunted, pulling you in for a heated embrace. The brittle texture of his singed sweater made its way underneath your nightgown as he carefully held you. “You know I could kill you like the rest of your shitty posse, but I can’t let a gorgeous slut like you go to waste.”
Your knees relaxed as you opened your legs, allowing Freddy to press the firmness of his dick into your slightly damp underwear. He watched as your body within the real world went beyond REM sleep and sank into a deep slumber where soon you’d be living the dream you shamefully wanted to come true.
“Heart rate steady. Her temperature is still skyrocketing." A distorted voice said through the bloody intercom. “Entering stage 3. Deep Sleep.”
Freddy tore your gown with his bladed glove, revealing your glistening skin as sweat gave you a luminous glow. His growing hunger for you caused him to cut a small wound along your abdomen. The action was so quick and abrupt that you uncontrollably let out a shriek that burst from your mouth. The scream was so shocking that when you turned to face the distressed faces of the technicians, you could tell they heard your panicked cries in your real world. You paid the price for his starvation, feeling a sting that radiated along the gash. Looking down at the perfect straight cut, it began between your breasts and ended right above your belly button. Blood slowly trickled from the thin cut until a thin red line formed on your stomach.
“Relax or they’ll fucking wake me.” You winced, watching the blood spill more profusely, dripping down the side of your waist until it formed droplets that soaked into the bed.
“I thought that’s what you wanted. Sometimes I think you whine just so you can piss me the hell off.” Freddy carefully hooked one of the blades around your underwear until he, with one swift movement, shredded them into two pieces.
“Her heart rate is up again.” The unidentified voice said. “Is...is she bleeding?”
Freddy lowered his head between your legs before extending his tongue from his mouth, revealing its impressive length. You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide as you watched his tongue grow longer. There was a shift in your breathing, a short, rapid gasp as you watched drool slip from the tip of his growing tongue onto your clit. His eyes still lit up with a fiery red that refused to fade back to their original color. The shrill sound of your nails clawing along the fabric of the sheets echoed just as it did in the other realm, where you appeared to be resting peacefully, but your mind was elsewhere. Freddy’s perfectly pink tongue glided along the crimson red line where your aching wound rests. As his extensive tongue slid leisurely along your abdomen, you dug your nails deeper into the sheets, clawing with immense force that wrinkled the fabric. The fine texture of his tongue drew closer to breasts, and with one long, gracious lap along the wound, he healed it, leaving only a scar and his drool behind.
“You taste just as good as I remember.” His tongue slowly returns to its natural length. When it did, you watched as his clothes began to fade away in an instant. Steam rose from nearby pipes, creating a light fog around his body. The patchwork of his burnt flesh was pale in some areas with severe scarring. Hues of dark maroon and light brown spread across his body. His body was a constant reminder of the horror he had encountered at the end of his days. He stroked himself, releasing a victorious chuckle as he watched you surrender to him. As he looked down at you, he couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were to have given in to his tactics so quickly. Although that was the one thing he adored about you. Exactly, why you were his favorite. You were easy. He knew the longer you denied yourself sleep, the more you were fighting the vile thoughts of him that played heavily in your mind. You couldn’t face the fact that the actual horror was the fact that you fantasized about him when you slept.
Freddy slowly sank his face between your legs and gave your clit a small peck. “Sing for me. I’m sure you remember what I like.”
You looked into his crimson eyes and caught the wink he sent. His groans sounded as if he were in deep agony, and if he went without hearing your voice, he’d soon endure the same horror he experienced the day he was burned alive.
“1, 2 Freddy’s coming for you.” You sang lightly, voice breaking between the off-key melodies as you could hardly get the words once you felt his tongue graze along your swollen clit.
“Atta girl. Keep going.” His tongue swirled viciously around you, stimulating your clit with pure arousal.
“3…4 b...ahhh...better…” You could hear the sound of your heart echoing through your ears, and sweat dripped down the curve of your spine as you arched your back to feed him more of what you shamefully yearned to give him. “Lock your doors.”
Freddy’s tongue flicked with an intense speed each time he heard the struggling sounds of your voice fighting through your sick pleasure. He peered up at you, watching the droplets of sweat roll down your iridescent body like rain mist hitting a window. The way your nipples were fully erect, like you’d still been in the freezing cold. His dick throbbed irresistibly underneath him, and as it did, he dry humped the delicate sheets, soothing his aching erection.
“Heart rate increasing. A lot of eye movement, she must be dreaming.” The voice fluctuated between the familiar, soft-spoken voice and the unsettling, demonic voice.
“Mhmmm, looks like they’re detecting your filthy little wet dream.” He pushed his fingers past your slick walls with ease. Your beautiful entrance welcomed him with open arms and held him tight, hardly letting him go. Freddy cherished the moment, briefly halting his rapid tongue to see the creaminess of your arousal coating his fingers. With every release of his fingers when he sank himself inside of you, they snuggled back into their home where a blanket of your desire kept them warm.
Freddy's dick thickened, balls tighter as he witnessed how significantly wet you had gotten for him. Your body remembers him in the way it had before. His eyes shot back up at you menacingly, and sticking out his tongue, his head remained stationary just inches away from your clit while his tongue lengthened. Flicking along your sensitive clit, Freddy added to the pleasure of his fingers being stuffed inside you. He watched your eyes as they shut tightly, chest heaving as you couldn't control the spasms in your body. Remember me. He moaned desperately in his mind because, although he felt he'd won. He, of course, was nothing without you. It was then that he knew that he also denied a reality, and one he refused to let you see.
“Keep fucking singing.” He grunted between each ravenous lick.
“5…ahh fuck…6.” Your breath catches in your throat as you begin to hyperventilate. With each soft and intentional stroke of his fingers, you were that much closer to a sweet release. “Grab a c...crucifix.”
Freddy smiled wickedly underneath you while easing his fingers in and out of you. The wet sounds of your pleasure that coated his fingers made him over-salivate. He watched as you lost yourself above him like the fallen angel that you were. There was a thrilling excitement that waved over him because he knew in your actual reality, you would be putting on the same performance during your sleep study. He could see that you were mumbling the same song to yourself and that your body twitched when you felt the sensation of an orgasm beginning to overtake you. But he absolutely loved when you’d squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the overwhelming pinpoint of sensual pleasure that engorged your clit.
“7, 8…gonna st..stay up late.” You pushed his head closer to your clit, fucking the warmth of his tongue and fingers. “Fuckk!”
“Jesus Christ, what’s happening to her?" Another unrecognizable voice exclaimed in horror.
In your realm, your back had arched completely while your head sank into the pillows. The machines beeped repeatedly as your heart rate increased and your mumbles turned into loud whimpers. Freddy removed his fingers, quickly pushing them past his lips so he could enjoy the honeyed taste of your arousal.
“Please.” You lay back onto the bed that felt like it’d now become a heating pad. Your sweat completely drenches the thin sheets, both within Freddy's hell and your realm. Freddy smiled mischievously down at you. He turned to the array of disgusted faces as they watched in another realm, the effects of you having a euphoric wet dream. Freddy pushed his firm dick inside of you, collapsing softly onto your body when he finally experienced the comforting warmth of your pussy.
“So fucking delicious.” Freddy fucked you slowly, starting with deliberate soothing strokes until he couldn’t take the feel of you squeezing his dick. With force, he stabbed his bladed glove into the mattress as he thrusted harder. Looking deeply into your eyes, he was reminded of the time he last got to feel an embrace as tight as this. The way your enchanting pussy became a hypnotic boa constrictor, squeezing the life from his cock. Clutching onto him with a vicious hold that was sure to make him come to a quick end. However, he needed this to last because he knew you’d try to keep yourself from sleeping again.
"Don't you enjoy when your twisted dreams turn into reality?” He laughed, glancing at the technicians who watched you ravenously toss and turn in your bed. “Look how good of a fucking show you’re putting on.”
Freddy squeezed your cheeks, making you look at the frazzled technicians who’d never seen such a thing before. While they tried to wake you, your body was so restless that it refused to release itself from its deep slumber. Also, you were strong-willed about refusing to interrupt what was happening inside your head.
“You’re just as fucked up as I am. Aren’t you, darling?” Freddy’s tongue hovered over your ear before he licked the side of your face like an untrained dog. “That’s why you want to stay awake, you’re afraid of seeing yourself in me.”
“I’m not a murderer.” You tightened your lips, cutting your eyes in his direction. You could hardly see him, only the rhythmic movements of his back as he continued fucking you passionately.
“You murdered me.” He grunted between the deep strokes, but you could also hear the smile on his face. And soon you saw it as his eyes met yours, gazing down at the horror etched on your face. Your subconsciousness leaked into your reality, reminding you of the murderous act that pulled the two of you together. He watches as your words get caught between your slightly parted lips.
“Not much to say out those sweet lips?” Freddy gave you one powerful thrust, making the bed crash into a pipe. His cock throbbed as he felt your body agree to being fed more of him. "But a lot to say out of these wet pair. Mhmmm. Sweet fucking pussy."
As steam hissed from the small crack, in your realm where you lay asleep, he had made a large crack appear on the wall above your head. You could hear the grating sound of his blades tearing through the mattress. His sexual depravity overtakes his body, his breath becomes ragged, accompanied by the sounds of the screeching steam that spouted from the broken pipe. In a different reality, your back arched, causing your breasts to rise just like the temperature. Sweat prickled down from your forehead and rolled onto your furrowed eyebrows. While the technicians took records of the unbelievable activity they were capturing, they could also hear the sounds of the name you repeatedly called.
“Freddy, please!” You clenched onto the sheets, rolling your hips against the void that was between your legs, but what you felt inside your sinful dreams was Freddy continuously thrusting himself inside you. His voice calling your name, signifying that he’d never wanted you to wake up. He ached for you to stay asleep, to stay within a deep coma that allowed him to live inside of your head for eternity.
“You’re so much better than the others." Freddy’s hips collided with yours at an intense speed. The heat between you two deprived you of any hydration you might have had. Stripping your body of any ability to cool down, you pant like a hopeless dog and clutched onto the odd texture of his exposed skin. You wished he’d release you from this hell and cool down the room, but there you both were exchanging a look of comfort as if you were exactly where you belonged… in hell.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” You whimpered, eyes welling with a relief you hated to love, but it was irresistible. The guilty pleasure filled your stomach with a pit that felt like you were at the top of a roller coaster. Looking down at Freddy’s glistening dick, you awaited the weightless drop. The rush of overcoming fear and embracing the thrill of your wild ride.
“Finish the song first.” He demanded, threatening your face with the tip of his blade, he glides its frigid sharpness along your cheek.
“I don’t give a shit about your song.” Your breath was shaky as Freddy fucked you senselessly, and ignoring his request, you squeezed your legs around his waist, keeping him trapped further inside of you. He couldn’t deny that your desperation was an enticing sight, but he got this far getting what he wanted; he wasn't going to stop now.
“Watch your fucking mouth.” He lightly presses the tip of his blade into your cheek, creating a small prick of blood to trickle down your warm skin. “God, you're such a stubborn bitch.”
His warm tongue caught the crimson drop before the technicians could notice you were beginning to bleed. “This time I want to hear you, and so do they.”
He turns your gaze again to the foggy glass of the other realm, where technicians desperately tried to wake you. Their hands fumble with a stubborn door, and they call out into a microphone meant to reach you, all while they remain behind the glass. Yet, despite their efforts, you remain lost in your irresistibly good dream.
“Come on, you were right there. You don't want to wake up, do you?” He smirked, then returned his eyes to their natural state. It was as if you witnessed lava cool down. The intense, heated glare became a calming gaze that suddenly gave your body a cooling sense of relief in the steamy room.
“No, please. Don’t.” You smacked your lips together, hoping that your spit would give you just enough lubrication to speak. “9…10…”
Freddy began to grunt with each growing thrust; the slickness between you two bonded you together like double-sided tape. You both were stuck, refusing to change positions and the pacing. The movement was steady, and the arousal that rushed through your body quickly gravitated towards your clit. The weight of the pleasure crushed you, making the words incapable of leaving your parted lips.
“Don’t you fucking stop.” Freddy held your neck tightly, making you watch the technicians in your alternate reality. “I can feel how badly you fucking want this. You're already going to hell, why don't you enjoy the ride?”
Your eyes rolled as the pleasure consumed you, his words bringing you close to an end before you could finish the song. “Ahhh, fuck. N...never…sleep. Shit.”
“Don’t make me force it out of you; finish it.” Freddy sped up and fucking you so passionately that in your reality, his eagerness kept crashing the bed into the fragile wall. The crack zigzagged up to the ceiling until dust gently fell onto your heated body.
“Never sleep again!” Holding your breath, you felt the temptation freeze your body in place until your chest collapsed and sank deeply into the bed as you unraveled beneath your forbidden dream. The orgasmic release was so incredibly powerful that you couldn’t help but announce your pleasure. Both in this hell and in your realm, where the technicians no longer understood if you were afraid or content as you slept. The softened whimpers turned to guttural moans, and Freddy refused to give up until he saw you were finally rested.
And when he finally lived his dream of coming inside of you, he too couldn’t deny the longing happiness he wasn’t familiar with. Breathing heavy and grunting hard with passion in his rhythmic hips, Freddy fucked you like you needed to know, forever understood, you would always be his, and there was no way of escaping him. “Don’t you ever try to hide from me again. I’ll always come for you.”
With one slow, aching pull, he released his semi-hard dick, and his cum poured from your entrance. His spilled milk coated the bed, and as you sat up on your elbows, he suddenly was at the foot of the bed, where you watched his sinister smile and leaky tip. But before you could speak a word to him, you were beginning to fall into a dark abyss, watching his menacing face escape from you. It was as if you were looking into a tunnel, and his face…the light you finally found was further than you liked. Before you could reach the end of the obscure fall, your body jerked intensely, and there you were back inside the sleep study room.
Your nightgown was drenched with sweat, and your breath was ragged, struggling to catch itself. Sitting up, you looked over at the technicians, whose mouths were wide open and their bodies frozen in a paralysis that would keep them immobile for quite some time. Both rooms sat in an uncomfortable silence before the same soft-spoken voice bent down to speak into the microphone, and her voice echoed through the intercom.
“Ummm…it seems like you were having a nightmare?” She said with a question rather than a statement. “Are you…okay?”
You gulped intensely, refraining from saying what you were really experiencing, but they also had a look that wanted to ignore the elephant in the room. And while they waited for you to confirm the apparent lie of having a nightmare, there was some truth that certainly couldn’t be denied.
“Yes, I’m fine." You replied with a bashful smile before sinking back onto the uncomfortably warm bed. “I feel very well rested.”
That’s part two!! Thank you so much for reading!!! I’m contemplating who to write next and I want to do a short story for someone who hasn’t made it into the collection yet. I might have to sleep on this one 🤔
Per usual everything can be found on my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites” and feel free to check out my “Bedtime Stories” collection for more!
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