Hi Dear! Can I Have Hc 049 With Assassin Reader? She's A Master Of Iaido, An Excellent Killing Machine

Imagine: licking Freddy Krueger's blades

You struggled to breathe against the hand that was firmly pressed against your throat and you felt your feet lift off the ground. Your back was pressed against the cold wall as you felt the warmth pool between your legs. How did you end up here?

*Earlier*

You woke up to a loud scratching sound from down the hallway, your body refusing to go back to sleep. Being the nosy individual that you are, you creep down the hallway and peep into the room that the sound was coming from to see Freddy sharpening his blades.

For some reason, you've never seen him do this, even though you've lived together for over a year.

"Good morning sunshine.", you chirp, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. He grumbles a response before returning to the task at hand. Not satisfied with the greeting you were given, you tighten your arms around him until he finally stops and glares up at you.

"Fine! Good mourning, how may I help you?", you just laugh at this and remove yourself from him as you turn around to get breakfast from the kitchen.

Time seems to fly by and it's already 5 p.m. but you're not tired. Quite the contrary, you feel very mischievous. Your loving boyfriend is sitting on the couch, watching a movie about, of course, murder when you slink up besides him.

'Time for a little experiment.', you thought as you take his gloved hand in your smaller one. You slip it off his hand and pretend to inspect each of the blades, which somehow made him smirk and boost his already large ego. You take the index finger of the glove and move it closer to your lips. He gulps as he intensely watches you run your tongue up the sharp blade carefully and back down the flat part.

Faster than you can see, he gets up and slams you against the wall by your throat, but not hard enough to hurt you. He smiles smugly as his gaze shifts along your body, his smoky scent wafting into your nose.

"So you like to lick, huh?", he mumbles under his breath with a smirk. "I'll give you something to lick all right."

That's your only warning before you're thrown over his shoulder and whisked away to your room.

SCP-049/Reader

You peered down the dark corridor, your eyes squinting as you struggled to find the source of the sound. You return back to your confined cubicle as you try to catch up on your paperwork before hearing a echoed 'bang'. You jolt up from your desk at the sound of this, but then you remember where you are.

Gathering your courage, you exit the space and find yourself slowly pacing down the hallway. The noise became louder and louder with each step forward you took, your nerves shot through the roof. You did not dare to return to your office but you found that as you approached the end of the hall, a pungent odor filled the air, the smell of what seemed to be decay and death all around you.

You silently gasped in horror as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, taken aback at the scene before you. Blood and entrails covered the room from the floor to the ceiling as the smell's source was quite clear. You see a figure on the other side of the room and before you can even move an inch, they slowly turn towards you. An ivory beaked mask stood out amongst the black cloaks this being possessed, you instantly recognizing this anomaly to be SCP-049. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were nearly certain of what events were about to take place.

"Do not be afraid, I am only here to cure you.", spoke his monotone and almost robotic voice, a syringe filled with an unknown liquid in his gloved hand.

He began to walk towards you as you stood there, frozen in absolute fear. He was directly in front of you as you peered into his blue eyes with your own. You saw them go wide in shock and... terror?

The lights began to flicker and when they ceased, he was gone, vanished within thin air. You let out a sigh of relief and place a hand on your forehead, your other hand reaching into your lab coat pocket for your radio to alert others of the situation. You turn around to walk back to your office, the scene replaying in your head repeatedly.

Do ya have any rules for requests?

My rules are mainly no hardcore NSFW. That's it.

Sorry but did ya get my req? I'm kinda scare that Tumblr is being a requests-eating son of a b**ch again 😫 btw I hope u had a good day 🥺

I got it, I'm just working on them.

So I see that a lot of you want some lewd art

so I'm here to deliver~

It's up to your imagination, what's going on in this image- 🤭

I regret nothing!

No thoughts only jigsaw having to do his puzzles online because of the covid19 pandemic

whoops i got carried away and made this

Creepypasta Scenarios: How You Meet

Jeff the Killer:

It was another pitch black night, which was not uncommon for where you lived. You lived alone in a tiny cabin in the middle of the woods so things like the dark didn't phase you in the slightest.

A lone owl hooted in the trees as you began to drift off in your bed, your eyes shutting slowly before you heard the floorboards creaking beneath someone or something's weight. Your eyes shot open as you quickly reached for your pistol before realizing that it was missing from its usual place on your nightstand. The moonlight shown through the curtains, highlighted a silhouette standing in the door frame of your bedroom.

"Go to sleep....", the person's raspy voice spoke as you began to snap out of your daze, ripping the covers off of your legs and grabbing at your knife that you kept under your pillow.

Rushing towards the intruder, you sliced the blade towards them before they swiftly dodged the attack. In the dim light of the moonlight, you could see what appeared to be a male in his late twenties with white skin and sunken eyes that seemed to never close. But the most shocking thing about his appearance were the gaping cuts in his skin on both sides of his cheeks, formed into a macabre smile.

He grabbed a hold of your arm and flung you to the ground with inhuman strength as he leaped into a window, the glass shattering in the process. You stood to your feet with a confused look on your face as you shook your head. 'I'll fix that window in the morning.', you thought as you headed back to bed, those words echoing in your head before closing your eyes.

Slenderman:

Pain really never bothered you as you had a pretty high pain tolerance but today, your brain was absolutely pounding against your skull. You walked into the classroom and slumped down into your seat by the window as you looked out into the wooded area that surrounded the school. This morning, you added a pain killer to your medicine to ease up your headache, which didn't seem to be going anywhere at the moment.

Your teacher began to give their lecture as you found yourself peering out into the woods once again, in search of something that was not there. Time moved along in an instant as your last class of the day was over and you could go home. Walking outside of the building, you thought you heard a sound of static emitting from the direction of the trees as you began involuntarily moving your feet towards the woods. The sound seemed to be growing louder as you got closer before you saw a figure in the distance.

As the distance between you and the figure began to close, you could see that it was an extremely tall being with a blank, white face and a unusually dapper suit and tie. That was the last thing you saw before your vision began to fade away, feeling yourself go limp and fall at the feet of this creature.

BEN DROWNED:

Gaming had always been a passion of yours as you found love in video games and the whole gaming community. Your most prized possession was your PC that cost well over two thousand dollars but you spent about two years building.

You rarely touched handheld systems because in your eyes, you didn't have as much freedom on those as you did on computers but this time, you'd found something that you had been wanting to play for the longest time. A preowned copy of Majora's Mask. Sure, it looked sketchy and possibly was a bootleg, but there was always a first time for everything!

You pushed the cartridge into the slot as the screen began to load for the game. The opening screen appeared to be washed out but you continued anyways. Not the best decision as the game was very laggy and glitchy and after about thirty minutes of playing, you decided to quit out of frustration and log onto your computer for a while.

You opened your default messaging app, scrolling through the many messages from friends and family, until you spotted a weird message from an unknown account with a message that read "remember me, love?". You try to block the account but for some reason, it wasn't letting you. Before you could even restart your computer, a picture of a weird looking Link with blood dripping from the eyes flashed on your screen.

Jumping in shock, you hesitate for a moment before bursting into laughter. "What's so funny?", a voice asked from behind you before you turned your chair to face the same Link person who was in your room for some reason.

You howled with laughter at the short, blonde male with pitch black eyes as he crossed his arms with a glare. Before you could utter a single word, he faded out in a flurry of pixels as you stared at the now empty space with a look of confusion. With a final chuckle, you turn your PC off for the rest of the day and opted for a walk around the city.

Laughing Jack:

"You know I hate surprises, Mark!", you yelled at your roommate as he came out from his hiding place in your living room with a look of shame visible on his face. Without even stepping into your home and already, you're terrified. "You could have killed me!". You never liked being surprised when you were younger so that grew on you as you moved into adulthood.

In your eyes, people who pranked and scared others had a special spot in Hell and also obviously wanted to get punched in the face. You couldn't believe how rude people were nowadays. "But you didn't die.", his expression changed to a smug one as you rolled your eyes. You walked up to him and snatched the clown mask from his grip as he walked out of your apartment, snickering as he left.

Sighing and flopping on the couch, you grab the remote and turn on the TV. Before you knew it, it was dark outside and the city's lights glowed for miles outside of the window. You began to doze off but before you could close your eyes, you felt a hand on your shoulder and before you could react, a cloth was placed over your nose. Instantly, you were out like a light.

I don't know who is the artist of this but DAAAAAAMM I'MM GOING FERRAL FO THIS MAN. HIII ZAZZY, PICK MEE!!!!!!!

AND WE HAVE THE UNTIDE HAIR VERSIONN, FUCK*NG LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!, THE LOLIPOP AND THE TIRED SEXY LOOK I'm dying!, it's over for my poor soul.

I (not so secretly) want him to suffocate me with his massive teddies. too much for my heart.

THE ARTIST: 1_4までSkeb募集鶏♂ on Twitter (beautiful art by the way, it's got me screaming and choking)

Hi Guys!

Okay, so to the people who still follow me after I have not posted in literal months, I thank you. Truth be told, I have fallen out of the SCP fandom for a while now so my writing passion for that community is not there anymore.

I probably will start writing for the Foundation again someday, but for now, I would like to focus on the Slasher community.

Thanks for the support,

dynamitekiddoe

my young self: sigh I need a reason to watch one piece

current me: dilfs bruh