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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.