what I mean: nobody should have more money than god, and the level of harm done by people hoarding it fills me with a rage that might only be quenched by going french revolution on their asses.
what my accursed brain conjures: mr. monopoly getting vored
"Harnessed." Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc!Reader. A Commission.
Heeeey! So! The totally fucking rad, @manly-moth commissioned me to write this! Some Freddy fuckery with a transmasc reader, a collar, a harness, some BDSM vibes, what’s NOT to love?! Thank you so much again for commissioning me and the for the fantastic prompt, I got permission to post this publicly and I hope you all love this too!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.7K. Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc!Reader. He/Him Pronouns. Warnings: Collar. Leash. BDSM. Rough Stuff. Man Handling. Praise. Pet Names. Spitting. Grinding. Making Out. Biting. Marking. Glove Porn. Penetrative Sex. Dirty Talk. Freddy Being Freddy.
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Cruel to be kind is what they usually say, right? You can’t help loving the kind of cruelty that he brings to you. It wasn’t like you were totally opposed to softer touches and sweetness, but the fact of the matter is nothing gets you off quite like the rough and harder stuff does.
To be even more honest nothing gets you off quite like he does.
The endless variety he brings to the table, the way he can peer right into your mind, can read you as easily as one would a book. The things he does while verbally teasing you all the while? Mind meltingly good.
You never knew when he would come by, when that ultra generous mood would strike and he would be down to spoil you with what you crave. All you knew is that he took a massive liking to you and enjoyed fucking with you a few blissful times a month. Every night you would go to bed nearly vibrating with excitement hoping it would be one of those nights.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He liked to take his time with you on occasion, would make you squirm before he did anything serious, let the presence of him get you hot and bothered as fuck until he lays a single blade on you. Tonight he seemed almost in a rush, like he needed you right then and there and hot damn did that make it better. While the slow build has its place, the anticipation and lead up providing the base for a great session, other times, these times, the rush, the sheer need to have you, was incredible foreplay all on its own.
He knew just what he wanted tonight.
You were stripped of what you wore to bed quickly, no big formal greeting or pomp and circumstance tonight. You could feel he was already hard against your hip as his claws tore through the shirt you wore to bed in his haste to remove it from you and expose you to him. You hurried to help him, tugging down your own underwear, split remnants of your pyjama shirt thrown aside and his hands were on you. He pulled you close, feeling your skin on his, the fabric of that sweater felt rough but you welcomed it. A sigh, it felt familiar, welcome. He was looking down at you, stare was intense, causing more heat to bloom inside you, matching the temperature of the boiler room so well.
His hands on your hips, blades teased, feather light as he dragged them along and his head dips down, long tongue licking up the length of your throat, your head tilted back exposing more of your neck to him. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Those same hands continued to wander, worn leather and cool metal on one side and hot and scarred flesh on the other as they rose up, over your sides, he continued to mouth at your neck, teeth grazing in a way that made your breath catch. “Freddy-”
“Mmm shhh, M’ here darlin’.” You loved when he called you that, when he found out how weak in the knees it made you he took to using it, exploiting it and by proxy you, often. A small needy sound left you, accompanying the pang of arousal at hearing his rough voice saying it against your neck. Another lick that made you squirm and he pushed you until your back met the wall, his leg slotting between yours, the urge was strong and he called you out on it immediately, “I know you want to.”
His tone was mocking, teasing yet fond and you give in, too hot to bother pretending you didn’t want to. You grind on his thigh, head meeting the wall behind you with a sigh and he took in the view of you for a moment. “I got a new gift for you.”
Your thighs squeezed his and you moved with more purpose, you rut harder as you ask, “Ye-yeah?”
“Yeah. I know, so generous of me, right? Just wait till you see it.” And true to his word he didn’t leave you waiting.
You didn’t see his gift though. You felt it. A firm tug that made your body jerk closer to his and your head adjust, your eyes meeting his once more. He was holding a chain in his non-gloved hand. It’s wrapped around it a few times and that chain was attached to a collar, cool leather encircling your neck. Your shoulders felt heavier and with a quick glance you realised he had outfitted you with a matching harness to go along with your new collar.
“Do you like it?”
His voice breaks you out of your thoughts that had been running a mile a minute, your imagination had been taken over with a million thoughts of what you wanted to do with him while you were dressed like this, in nothing but leather and sweat.
Your gaze meets his once more and you nod, a shaky hand raises and your fingers run gently over the collar, “I love it.”
“Good.” He tugged the leash pulling you to him, a bruising kiss that made your hands magnetise to his shoulders and curl in the fabric for something to hold onto, anything to prevent your knees from giving out from under you. Whenever he kissed it was so all consuming, possessive, it was all tongue and sharp nips, the taste of him makes you drool as you return his affection with equal hunger.
You couldn’t help it as your hips started again, grinding on him, the pleasure spikes and he half laughs into your mouth, he pulls back licking his lips before taunting you, “Awe, what a filthy boy, you need me to make it better?”
You nodded quickly, “Mmf, please, please help.”
“I can do that and you can show me how grateful you are for the very nice present I gave you.”
You’d never agreed to anything quicker. “Yes, God, anything for you-”
“Naturally.” He quipped as you were turned roughly, pushed into the wall, your hands splay on the wall and he adjusts you to his liking. His shoe knocks your foot, forcing you to spread your legs wider, he makes you bend a bit at the waist, presenting yourself for him.
“Oh what a mess already.” His gloved hand smoothes down your back to your ass, gripping a handful, the blades hurt but don’t break the skin as his non-gloved hand keeps the leash taut. He grinds against you and you nearly whimper, not wanting him to tease you any longer. “Fre-Freddy pleaaaase-”
He pressed closer, his lips right by your ear, his own breathing was heavy as he spoke, “Greedy, greedy. You need me right now? No prep?”
“Don’t need it, just need you.”
He loved when you begged. You hear the shuffling of his clothing and then feel him right against you, bare and ready, he spreads you open with his gloved hand and spits. You moan, eyes fluttering shut at how dirty that was, his thumb spreads the mess and then he lines up just right. He doesn’t ask if you are ready, he knows you are and he pushed inside. The burn and stretch is welcomed with a moan.
You arch closer and he sinks in deeper with a small hiss, his head tips forward, you feel his hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Gooood boy.”
You moaned when he said that, when he praised you, it made you throb and clench around him. He continued, “Such a good little pet.”
He pulled out half way before thrusting forward again and you are thankful the wall is here to help hold you up. He tugs on the leash again the way it constricts your throat is amazing, it makes more pleasure spark inside, your brain feels heavy, thoughts are thick and sluggish as he takes you. Uses you, fucks you into the hard surface of the wall. You find yourself pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
You weren’t sure how long you could last, legs were trembling soon and he called attention to that, “Feels too good, hmm? Can’t handle it?”
You moaned incoherently, eyes shut tight as your nails dug painfully into the wall. “Can’t even talk, too much for you.” He taunted further, “You’re just a dumb fuckin’ pet, s’ okay, I can do allll the thinking for you.”
You moaned out something that sounds close to a yes, you needed that, more than air you needed him to take care of you, think for you, fuck you and make you cum, that is all you needed.
Speaking of cumming, you were so close so fast. He knew your body so intimately, knew what to say, how to touch and angle himself, he had been assaulting that sweet spot inside of you ever since he slipped inside.
“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, you gonna be good? You gonna cum for me?” You nod, another broken moan tearing out of your throat, he yanks on the leash, your body is totally flush with him, he is hitting it so well. Fucking into you perfectly, grinding hard inside, you are nearly there, climbing that hill, higher and higher and you try to stutter out you are close but his teeth sink into your sensitive throat right above the collar he put on you and it all goes white behind your eyes.
He doesn’t relent, he fucked you through it beautifully, even as you shake and writhe, legs tense and mess spills from you, more praise pouring out of his mouth as the pleasure peaks and your orgasm crashes through you. “That’s my good boy, my nasty fucking perfect boy.”
He does slow as you come down, deep and agonising thrusts as his mouth lifts, full length of him sliding in and out. You are struggling to catch your breath, panting, “Good, so, so fucking good.”
“Mmm good.” You feel warm and blissed out all over and then a particularly hard thrust all the way inside steals your breath once more, “But we’re not done yet. You still need to thank me properly.”
