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Okay, since some people had request it, I'm gonna post it
Warnings: this is like reallykinda explict?? I dunno, NC-17 all that, also is in second person.
Let’s do a little imagination practice.
Since, you know, it had never hurt somebody.
So, dear Creep, I think is common sense that you like it rough, really rough, and I’m gonna do you a favour.
Let’s point the only person I, and you perfectly know will give it to you rough, raw and without mercy. Nightmare.
You can deny it as much as you want, but you know it’s truth Creep, and now, don’t give me excuses, ‘I can’t touch him neither him ,I don’t want to be paralyzed the entire time!’
This is your imagination, you can do whatever you want, nobody can make you think otherwise.
Let’s start.
He would start by tying you up, you know how much he loves to be in control of the situations, maybe hands tied, or your arms, blindfolded?
Now you are there, completely exposed to what he can do to you, and he is giving you that look with red eyes, you shiver, waiting impatiently to what will come.
He would start nipping at your neck, caressing your skin with mildly sharp teeth, he would suck and bite at your neck, leaving red marks that you know soon it’ll be purple; his hands travel down your body, nails scratching their way down and you arch at the sting they leave behind. He would lower more, biting and scratching with his teeth, his hands gripping tightly at your hips.
He’s now biting close your navel, you jerk up your hips because he needs to do something about that, touch it, lick it whatever, because even so early you want this teasing to stop and got to business.
But of course; he doesn’t comply even though you beg for it, and you wonder if you should be ashamed in the way you saying it, breathless and moaning, but he only chuckled low and leave your body. You jerk your hips once again, feeling restrained.
And suddenly, you’re being turned around, and the teasing and biting continues, you moan and rut against the mattress, but he only grab your hips and lifts them, silently saying that you are not allowed to do that.
He bites hard close to the small of your back, and you shiver and curl your fingers, wanting to jerk yourself but can’t.
And again, you feel the cool air on your skin, he’s not there, not even in the mattress; for a few seconds you panic, would you be left like that? tied up and bothered?
But your doubts are sharply shut when your panties are being ripped apart, leaving you completely exposed to what he might do to you, and unconsciously you rock your hips, eagerness showing.
And you hear a low chuckle and a capping sound, you shiver in anticipation. Cold, lubed fingers are on your entrance and one push inside; you moan low and loud because finally. After a few seconds a second finger is added and this time he start scissoring them inside you, you moan in appreciation and roll your hips, silently encouraging him to go on.
Three fingers, four and he’s to the point of almost fisting you, but he stop, you are a moaning mess in the mattress, face red, mouth open and shivering why did he stop?
Your mind is too clouded to process what will come after.
Something is pushing inside you, and is thick and warm and you hiss low because yes, that is what you wanted; he grips your hips tightly, almost bruising as he dwells inside you.
He’s being awfully gentle with this and you wonder why, but those doubts are tossed apart when not so much after, he starts thrusting at a rough pace, not giving you time to adjust to the filling feeling.
And you moan breathless, because the slight burn is addicting and you roll your hips.
You never knew this would be this intense with him, you are being pounded hard and merciless in the mattress, hands gripping you tightly and hurting even, but is the good kind of hurt, that one that make you shiver and moan with your real voice instead of those breathy sounds.
He’s leaning on you now, pressed against your back as he grunts in your ear and bite hard at your nape and shoulders, he should have drawn blood time ago, but you don’t care, not when this intense heat is overflowing you and you curl your toes because all of this is so good.
And you are close, oh so close, and you say it, but he slows his pace and grab your dick from the base, no what? why do you stop?
You are being moved, now you are facing him and your legs are on his shoulders, he is giving you an intense gaze with those red eyes, and then he is in you again, pounding hard and rough.
You cry out with your real voice, loving being used so rough and so raw that you think you might pass out after all this, and again you are going to come, but he grabs your dick from its base again and you only whine, you think you can hear something.
“Beg”
And he is saying it with the breathy voice, just beside your ear, and you do it; shamelessly and out loud, because you need it, you need to come so hard that you would see stars behind your eyes when you do it.
And maybe he sympathize, or maybe because he wants to come as hard as you do, and his pace pick up again and his hands leaves your dick. It isn’t so much later, after being pounded and fucked so hard that you come, only by him hitting that special spot.
And he almost bend you in half as he fuck you faster and rougher and you whine at the hypersensitivity, he grunts low and his nails digs on your legs, you guess he came too.
And now you are here, bet you liked what you imagined, don’t you Creep?
Nightmare let a low growl escape from his mouth; Creep kept grinding above him, letting their pricks rubs together smoothly.
The younger male had a blush all over his cheeks and his pupils were dilated from the drug he’d ingested earlier. Everything was dizzy and delicious, moving in slow motion; his perspective damaged from the drug, making him see everything in colours waves and feeling every single touch like a shiver up his spine; Nightmare put his left hand on Creep’s hips, scratching it roughly, Creep moaning soundly in appreciation.
“So, what about the idea I've told you?”
…
The sound of the bed moving, skin to skin was drowning the room, Creep moaned softly and hissed when Nightmare bite hard at his clavicles.
Their breaths were hard and unstable, both of them under the drug effect, seeing, touching and feeling each thing distorted, each sensation
The thrusting became more wild and desperate, Creep hold himself to Nightmare’s back scratching it and moaning like there was no tomorrow, the elder grinned a little, fasting his pace and biting hard at Creep’s shoulders, the constant flash of the camera making everything look in slow pace, he started to feel the delicious pressure in his stomach which was telling him he was near.
With a deep thrust and a roll of Nightmare’s hips, Creep climaxed, clenching around Nightmare moaning and hissing his name.
Ok so, first of all, my apologies to Sharon, because I promised her that I'd post this a looot earlier, but my muse just messed up
Summary: Someone has decided to make Creep's work life a living hell, and it's succeeding.
Pairing: Creepmare
Warnings: Harrassment and Nightmare being a weirdo
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“This is KOCK 89.3 and youu are talking with Creep darrrling, any sssong you want to requessst?” Creep’s voice was a little smooth and whispering as he asked; placing his chin on his hands as he expected the answer.
“Good Night Creep, it’s refreshing hear your voice once more” Whoever was calling surely had the phone in somehow distance from them. The voice was obviously male, having a harsh tone in it, something that make Cree shiver, and not in a good way.
“…Who is thisss?” A shiver ran through his spine, he had a very bad feeling about this call.
“Somebody you already know” Nothing more was said and the static was the only thing heard.
“…Are you ssstill there?” Creep’s eyes darted around the place, no, no, no, no; this was going to lead to something bad he could feel it, but he was still there, answering and –even- asking for the other.
“I’m always here Creep”
The aforementioned laughed nervously, this conversation was starting to twist in a very weird way, and he didn’t like it.
“Did you calleeed for something?”
“Yeah, I want to request Polymorphia by Krzysztof Penderecki, since that song remind you of your stay in the hospital Creep, did you remember how much do you complained on your stay, and how much do you hated it, because I’m sure you did, I was there”
Creep’s breath stopped.
Only a few people knew about his accident.
What was happening?!
~
And it was just the beginning.
He called almost every night, saying the same on and on and on, Creep was starting to freaking out, who was he? Why did he know him? How he knows where he lives and why?
Stuff said; Creep was having a paranoia attack.
“Are you okay glEAm?” Ink asked, worried by his friend.
Creep looked at him with a nervous face, Ink of course knew about the calls; he was there sometimes when he called.
“I’m okaaay, no need to worry dear” His voice wavered, his hands were shaking and the smile he was given Ink was forced and looked bad on his face.
“I think you shOUld call the police if you aRE so frightened dear glEAm” Ink suggested, he was worried for his friend; Ink had never seen him like that.
“It’s okay Inky, it’s probably sssome kind of prank callerrr” Giving him a quick hug and a ‘goodbye’, Creep hurriedly left the station.
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It was a freezing morning, which was weird given the usual weather conditions on Thneedville. Creep walked towards his car, greeting some familiar people on the street; he shrugged on his coat and almost fell off thanks to a slippery part in the pavement.
His phone ringed in his pocket when he was inside his car, which was kind of unusual; only a few people knew his cellphone number.
He looked at the small screen and saw an unfamiliar number on it, which gave him a bad feeling; shrugging it off Creep answered his cellphone.
“Good Morning Creep”
What a bad idea
The aforementioned almost dropped his phone, his face got even whiter and he would probably hang off in any time.
“Why that face? I thought I was somehow a nice fan” He sounded so fulfilled, so proud and dangerous.
It made Creep’s stomach twist.
“W-who are youuu? How arrre y-you watching me? Who gave youuu my phone number?” His voice trailed off at the end of his question, quivering and desperate, he looked side to side on his seat.
People were passing by, same with cars but nobody was watching him.
“One question per call”
“Who arrre you?” Creep’s hands were shaking a probably sweating; he gulped harshly what it felt like a knot in his throat.
“You are making a very poorly attempt to guess who I am…you know me Creep” The call ended and the aforementioned dropped his phone, not caring where it landed.
Intensely grabbing the steering wheel until his knuckles started to become white with the force, Creep inhaled and exhaled trying to calm himself, his ears ringed and his heartbeat was fast, making him tremble uncomfortably.
He was at the edge of a panic attack
~
Creep had decided to ignore the calls, every time he would see that familiar number on screen, he would deny it. Ignorance was blissful.
“We have a callerrr darlings… this is KOCK 89.3 Night time show, who is thisss?”
“Hello Creep”
The aforementioned froze in his seat, it was him; again.
“He-hey, something youuu would like to request?” His voice broke at the middle of the sentence and Creep damned himself for that, whoever was calling and his listeners knew plenty the fear on his voice; it was painfully obvious.
There was no darling in his sentence, not for him.
“What was that? Creep you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to your listeners” The subject objected, Creep could feel the smile on his voice, on that harsh and faraway voice, and it enervate him.
“Of courssse I’m not…dear” It sounded forced and out of place, but he wasn’t going to let him embarrass himself, not in front of his fans.
“Well in that case, I’d like to request: Du riechst so gut by Rammstein” His voice sounded cheeky and that scared him, why that song though? It wasn’t about…
“Ich steig dir nach”* the call ended without any other word and Creep was more than curious, why that song, why he said that? What does that mean?
The rest of the night passed with boring normality.
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“I was told yesterday that some weirdo guy called you yesterday, Inkedbutt” Swag announced to Creep, who was having lunch with Ink, even though it wasn’t his working time, he had decided to make him some company.
“Yeaaah, a lot of weird people call me Swag” He answered with a scowl on his face and a slightly irked tone on his voice.
“Not everybody tell you ‘I’m after you’ in a fucking call Freakearlobe” Swag crossed his arms “What kind of sick, gay and pervert game are you fucking playing at Sharky?” He teased with a smug smile on his face.
“What are you talking abouuut? I have no idea who call me when I’m doing my Night time show…wait, since WHEN? Youu speak German?”
“Whatever bugperverted, you should check whoever call you to say pedo things, it does not give the station a good name” With that said Swag leave the two of them and went to pester One.
Ink just shrugged, but gave him a significant look after it.
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He had just returned from his work, it was early in the morning and Creep was pretty much drained from his whole week, it had been hell in the past few days and he still have to work the day after; sighing Creep entered in his small apartment.
To find a note -apparently simple, written on white paper with red ink- on his door:
“You’re just so beautiful; I could split open your ribcage and wear you like a jacket”
The last letter was dragged until the corner of the little piece of paper, and Creep swore for his dear life; that he was about to faint.
~
And that was it, between unknown calls and notes left on his place, Creep was at his limit.
But today at work, something seemed different; everybody was whispering and the place had a dense atmosphere.
Of course the Radio Station doesn’t have the best atmosphere, usually it was dull and boring; there was something today; something out of place, and Creep could feel it.
It was only when he passed by the small cafeteria, that he noticed somebody unknown talking with One, and being as curious as he was; Creep entered in the cafeteria, oh, Ink was there too and was talking with that guy too.
“Hey, glEAm, you wouldn’t belieVE who is herE” Ink enthusiastically called him, One gave him a welcoming look and the guy who they were talking turned to face him.
And Creep freeze right where he was.
“Hello Creep” Chesire-like smile, completely dressed in pure black and those unnatural and devilish red eyes.
It was Nightmare.
Nightmare was standing in the small cafeteria, looking at him like some kind of food. His high school bully and eternal terror was there.
“What areee you doing hereee?!”
How as he supposed to react?! How you should react when somebody who made your teenager years a living hell was talking again to you? There was a manual for that?!
“How inconsiderate Creep, I was just passing by; greeting some friends once again, didn’t you missed me?” and the last sentence made Creep shiver…it was that voice.
IT WAS HIS VOICE.
And if Creep wasn’t a coward –he never proclaimed himself being brave- he would have hit him with no second thought. But instead Creep shivered very visible and gave him an afraid and terrified look.
“Youuu idiot, it wasss you all thisss time, I shouuuld have known it better” Ink and One shared confused looks and Nightmare laughed, mocked him.
“You should have known better, who else can make you cringe in fear like that? Hmn?” And again that smile and Creep cringed again and gave him his most deadly glare.
~
He had memorized his number. He should have of course, how can’t you remember the person who makes you cringe in horror every time?
It appeared on his screen; Creep gulped and think twice before answering, it was his fans wanted, and what they liked it.
Creep Cries Himself To Sleep At Night Thinking About It
Summing it up: Nightmare thinks messing with Creep is hilarious. Nightmare/Creep (Creepmare? ???) Thneedville High AU fic because writing in that AU is addictive. This is pre-Nightmare disappearing and Creep's whole storyline with Glut and yeah. It's dubcon/noncon I guesssss but it doesn't go very far so I'm not sure whether to call it mild or what.
Also yeah I pulled the title straight from this post because I am pure wit. If there's actually a legit tag/ship name for them though SOMEONE BETTER TELL ME because I couldn't find anything.
They're not exactly friends, but they aren't not friends either. Acquaintances makes it sound too casual, like the kind of people who pass one another in a hallway and nod while struggling to remember names. They know each other, they hang out, though if he's being honest Creep only hangs around Nightmare because One and Ink hang around Nightmare. It's been that way since camp, and it'll be that way until the group drifts apart or Nightmare murders him, whichever comes first. With every day the latter looks a little more likely.
Creep isn't totally sure why he seems to be Nightmare's favorite target. Maybe it's because he's easy prey but he can't help that, Nightmare terrifies him and Creep never claimed to be brave. He must not be smart either though because he keeps rising to the bait. Nightmare plays a new game whenever he gets bored of his usual tricks and torments. The latest flavor takes the form of standing just a little too far inside Creep's personal space, which is saying something. When Creep steps away, and he inevitably does, Nightmare moves closer as casually as anything. This goes on until Creep is herded into a corner or crowded up against a wall and anyone else in the room is pointedly not looking their way.
He's tried to protest, even worked up the nerve to say "Jussst fucking move!" a few times, but eventually out of desperation he discovers the rules of the game. If he says anything he's ignored, if he moves away he's followed. The only way to win is to resist moving away when the game starts, and the only way to get Nightmare to step away after he's trapped is to touch him. It doesn't have to be a shove or anything, which is good since Creep doesn't think he could handle that, just a gentle nudge or a tap and Nightmare will shuffle to a more comfortable distance with a grin on his face like he's just heard the funniest joke.
Creep doesn't even realize he's being conditioned until a few weeks after the game starts. Ink left school early for one of his countless dentist appointments, and One didn't show to begin with, which isn't unusual for him. So it's just Creep and Nightmare walking home today and Creep hardly notices the proximity anymore, he isn't paying attention so he veers off course when Nightmare is close enough that their shoulders brush with each step. He's already moved, so it escalates, but he isn't even concerned this time. Nightmare gets him backed up against the side of some crummy old house that's had a For Sale sign out front for forever, and Creep rolls his eyes and pushes with only a little hesitance at the taller boy's shoulders.
Nightmare doesn't budge. For a few seconds Creep is confused enough to push at him again, a bit harder. It's like pushing at a brick wall.
Suddenly, Creep is very aware of how quiet the street is, how empty the house behind him is, how Nightmare is looming over him wearing the kind of smile you see on cartoon cats when they're about to eat cartoon birds. Except Creep's not a cartoon bird so he can't fly away at the last second or drop a conveniently placed appliance on Nightmare's head. Unfortunately.
Trembling despite his best efforts, Creep scrambles to regain hold of a situation that actually now he thinks about it he never had a hold on in the first place. "Uh, kiiiinda hard to walk home like thissss." He says weakly, and his voice pitches up a little at the end embarrassingly. Right, yeah, because that's totally his biggest concern right now. He realizes his hands are still on Nightmare's shoulders. He takes them off quickly and holds them up in surrender or supplication, he isn't sure. Whichever gets him out of this alive and unmaimed.
"This is too fucking much, you know?" Nightmare leans down to put his gaze on level with Creep's. This also brings him within maybe three or four inches of Creep's face and creates the brief but jarring illusion that nothing exists except those impossibly red eyes. Creep is, as always, wearing his practically trademark sunglasses and he's still struck by the intensity of the color. Eyes aren't supposed to even be that color. "I don't even have to do anything to you and you're practically pissing yourself."
"I aaam noooot!" Creep's face scrunches into a scowl, the indignation enough to break the unsettling spell. He darts a glance side to side, trying to gauge his chances of making a run for it. Probably he should've tried to be more subtle, because Nightmare notices and braces his hands on the wall to either side of Creep, effectively caging him in. Maybe if he tried to duck under...
"Real convincing." Nightmare is still getting closer and there isn't a whole lot of closer to get. Creep shrinks back against the side of the house, but there's nowhere left to retreat. The soft jangle of the various chains on Nightmare's clothing is oddly ominous as they catch against Creep's jeans and hoodie. He smells like cigarettes and rust, so not that different from One... "I can feel your heartbeat. Like a little rabbit's."
Personally he thinks it's more like a jackhammer but Creep isn't going to argue the point. "H-haha, very funny. Okaayyy, you wiiiin." He isn't even fooling himself, but he's pretty short on options here. "Can we go now? P-pleassse..."
"But I'm having fun," Nightmare replies mildly, "Aren't you? Aren't we... friends?" One of Nightmare's legs slides between Creep's, drawing out an involuntary gasp.
"No!" He's pinned against the wall and pressed snugly against Nightmare's thigh and as scared as he is right now, he knows with a horrified certainty that if this doesn't end in the next few seconds he's going to get hard. There is absolutely no one he can currently think of that he wants less to be alone and aroused with.
"We're not? Creep. I'm wounded." Nightmare puts emphasis on wounded, just the right amount of sarcasm plus a slight shift of his leg that rubs Creep in all the worst best ways and makes him whimper.
"Pleeassssse," Creep hisses desperately, he wants to escape, to go home, and he also is starting to really want to get off- but not with Nightmare, he reminds himself, because that is a really truly terrible idea the absolute most terrible idea and he hates him so much in this moment that it almost burns through the fear. Almost.
"You're not playing the game right," Nightmare tells him with a mocking lilt to his tone that doesn't make it any less scary. What does that even- game, shit, right. But this isn't a game anymore... is it? If it is, the rules changed and Creep was not informed and he has no idea what to do. Nightmare moves his leg again and Creep makes a strangled sound and tries, dizzily, to think past the anger and fear and body heat and the spikes of pleasure his traitorous body is feeling. Panic bubbles up in his chest and he stares wide-eyed and helpless into Nightmare's red red red eyes and sees amusement and triumph and- he gets it. The game hasn't changed, it's just moved to the next level, and so have the rules.
Hoping really, really hard that he's guessed right and isn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life, Creep squeezes his eyes shut and digs his nails into the wall behind him for courage and takes the leap. He kisses Nightmare, fiercely because that's the only way he can keep from chickening out, and counts milliseconds in his head. He doesn't have to, the reaction is almost instantaneous. Nightmare takes several quick steps back and returning to the cartoon cat analogy he's now wearing the grin of one just given a bowl of cream.
"Not as dumb as you look after all." Nightmare jams his hands in his pockets and sets off down the street again without so much as a backward glance.
Creep spends a few more minutes that feel like hours leaning against the house with a bad case of the shakes and a boner he doesn't want or know what to do with. When he's finally able to start walking home again he stares at the ground and keeps his arms crossed over his chest where his heart is still doing a pretty good jackhammer impression against his ribs. He tries not to think about what might happen the next time Nightmare wants to play that game.
