(A nice little Nightmare x Reader.
Something different. ♡ But it does get smutty, again.)
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT ALL WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO KEEP DOING THIS SHIT?! I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!!
Sleeping would have been wonderful, but it also would have meant death. And you liked life a little too much to let your guard down, no matter how exhausted you were. At this point, so late in the week, you were beyond sleep-deprived. You wondered vaguely whether or not you were actually protecting yourself from these damned things, or if there were nothing more than mere hallucinations. Nightmares brought on by the lack of sleep and stress.
No, that's not possible. This shit started so early on in the week, there's no way I'd be hallucinating at that point from sleep deprivation.
Panting, you held the door shut against the fucking bird- was it a chicken, perhaps? Or some other horrific abomination? You only knew it was a bird from the beak, but there were just so many teeth on the thing...
Birds don't have teeth... do they? Maybe carnivores do... Fuck, why am I thinking about this?!
You ran to the closet after flashing your light behind you. Those stupid miniature bear-demons fled almost immediately; they didn't like the light. You weren't quite sure how many there were, but you had the feeling they were just a precursor to something worse.
If those are babies, I don't want to meet the mama bear...
You swallowed, throat sore from running back and forth. It wasn't a particularly large room, but you were constantly on the move. Trouble was, no one else in the house believed you about your nighttime problems. Your family has gotten the house for so cheap, and they couldn't find fault with the place.
Bullshit. These fucking monsters are what's wrong with it! Why doesn't anyone else wake up?!
It was as though the demonic beings were drawn to your room, and yours alone. So, perhaps, no one else could actually see or hear them.
Pounding down the hallway made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Those were footsteps. Had to be. But they seemed so heavy.
What else was there?
You peered down the hallway with bated breath, seeing nothing. The rabbit was gone. The chicken had also disappeared. Even the tiny demon bears had stopped their incessant chattering on your bed. But that didn't mean your night was over. There was no way. It was barely four o'clock!
Laughter. Deep and thunderous laughter, from somewhere outside the room. You didn't like this, your heart already trying to beat it's way out of your chest. Trying to catch your breath, and only succeeding mildly, you peered back down the hall and came face to face with more teeth than you wanted to see.
What the fuck is that thing?!?
You slammed the door shut, and the black thing ran off, making heavy footsteps as it ran. You felt like you were going to vomit out of terror.
That thing. That... thing. It had two mouths. Two of them!
For the next ten minutes you played a twisted sort of cat-and-mouse game with the black demonic figure. So far you were succeeding in keeping it out of the room, but every time you checked out of the doorway, it was right there. Grinning at you with those awful teeth.
"Are we having fun, pet?" came a low, rumbling voice. You froze, staring at the closed door. One of them had gotten inside, despite your caution. And considering who you had been fighting off just now, it left you with only one answer as to whom it was.
Something wet lapped at the back of your neck, making you shriek and spin around, face to face with a giant abomination of a bear. Jet black, with red eyes, a yellow top hat and bow tie, and two mouths: one normal- if you could call it normal- and one on it's belly. The wet thing turned out to be an abnormally large tongue protruding from the lower mouth. It drooled and licked at your neck again, making you whimper. What was with this thing?!
"Quite a tasty little creature, aren't you? I must admit, I'm quite... hungry." The bear grinned down at you, showing rows of sharp, deadly teeth. From both of its mouths.
"God, please, don't eat me..." you choked out, backing away and up against the shut door. You were effectively trapped with the giant bear in the room. "What are you...?"
"Nothing but a nightmare, and you may call me as such," it rumbled. Nightmare grinned wider still before grabbing your shoulder in one broad hand, spinning you around and pinning you against the door. The claws at the end of the hand dug into your flesh, making you cry out in pain as rivulets of blood ran down your arm.
Lips- distinctly human ones- molded to your neck, the bearer breathing heavily as it took in your scent, pressing kisses to your skin. What the fuck had just happened to the bear? You had no time to think of that now; there were much larger problems at hand. Mostly about the pair of hands creeping to your chest, squeezing your breasts in an almost playful manner... if it wasn't so painful. You shrieked again, trying to squirm your way away from WHATEVER it was, until hands pushed you back against the door again.
"Keep squirming. It makes the blood flow," came the voice. It was softer but no less dangerous.
You froze in place, eyes wide. "What... are you...?"
"Your Nightmare." It spun you back around, bringing you face to face with a human resembling the monstrous bear, at least in some ways. He was still massive, built like a fucking tank with muscle that seemed to signify that he could break you in half if he so pleased.
There were still two mouths to deal with.
The wet feeling of one of his tongues slithered around your neck; how big was that fucking thing?! The male grinned wider than ever- as large as he was, his teeth seemed like they could not fit into his mouth. Almost.
"Aren't you a treat? I'll tell you what, my little cupcake... let me have my way and nothing will bother you ever again." A clawed hand stroked your cheek, and you squeezed your eyes shut. He could rip you to shreds with those nails, you were dead certain of it.
The lack of sleep was affecting your better judgment. His proposal sounded good, pleasant even. To be left alone for a night! "Wh-what do I have to do...?" you murmured.
"Nothing. I'll do all the work." You had no chance to react as the clothing was torn from your body. Out of instinct- and perhaps principle- your arms covered the most private things, eyes wide. What he wanted was...
Horny bastard.
"Now, now, there's no need to be so shy. What a delicious little thing you are. Either be willing or not; I'm not picky either way." His hands took hold of your wrists, encircling them easily as they were pinned against the door behind you. You whimpered; his lower mouth was drooling, tongue out and dragging along your skin. The texture was rough, almost like a cat's, and it was enormous. He groaned as he tasted you; how hungry he was!
The black-haired Nightmare took his time, coating you with his thick, sticky saliva. Your scent alone was enough to drive him wild, but your taste, oh... he'd have sunk his teeth into your flesh if he was certain that it would not kill you.
He settled for letting the tip of his overly large tongue meander between your thighs. "Open them," he demanded softly, growling deep in his chest.
You hesitated despite the look in his evil eyes. Would he kill you for not following his demands? You didn't really want to find out. Slowly you spread your legs, still standing, wishing that there was something you could grip.
His lower mouth grinned, tongue dripping as it slid between your open thighs. He had amazing control over the wet muscle, as the very tip ran in circles around your entrance before slipping inside.
Perhaps it was the brush with death that brought the heat to your lower belly. Or perhaps you were genuinely curious about this man. No, this... thing. But your jaw fell open, mewling at the new sensation of his thrusting tongue.
"Mmm, that's it, my sweet... my, my, how good you taste." It writhed and thrashed inside of you, slimy and warm and not completely unpleasant. "Are you coming? Do tell me."
You were close, nodding a little bit. Your eyes closed, trying to forget about the many rows of teeth he had as he tongue-fucked you eagerly. Only when it slid back out did you whine in protest, but there was a soft chuckle. The pointed tip began to flick across your bundle of nerves, making you jolt and cry out.
"Oh? Is that what will get you off? Very well, pet..." the bear-thing purred. Groaning again, his tongue continued to flick, sending shockwaves through your body. Before you could stop yourself, your hands trained downward to spread your flesh open invitingly. "What a little slut you are. No matter." With a surprisingly swift motion he snatched you up as he lowered himself onto the floor, lying on his back. You were settled on his stomach, hovering above the mouth. "Grind, my sweet," Nightmare growled.
Grind? Grind what, exactly? His fucking teeth? But the answer was obvious. With a soft whine, you moved your hips back and forth against his tongue, riding his mouth. It was slippery; how much fucking saliva did he have?
His arms relaxed behind his head, watching you with his cruel eyes. When you picked up speed, your own eyes shut tight, he grinned. The tip of his tongue slid up and around towards your clit again, massaging it hard.
That was enough, as you cried out louder than ever, almost certain that you would wake someone. But a small part of you was hoping that this was merely a hallucination. Your orgasm was jolting, shooting waves of pleasure throughout your body. Once it died down you panted raggedly. Was that all he wanted? A taste of you?
No. His cock was swollen and unbearably large, dripping steadily with precum. "You know what you have to do, pet," the male warned.
You did. And he grinned, showing off his awful, awful teeth. You shifted lower, his length lined up to your entrance, but... you feared the worst. That he would split you right in half.
The pain was enough to make you realize that it was not a hallucination. It took a good five minutes before you could take him all in. The pain was nearly blinding you, and you bit your lip to stifle the crying.
Reaching up to stroke your cheek, Nightmare frowned. "Cry. Cry your little heart out. I do love tears," he murmured. Taking your hips he thrust upwards, making you yelp and bounce.
God fucking damn it the pain! The crying did come, soft but obvious, judging from the tears streaming down your face. He didn't seem to care, growling and pumping into you with an abandon that you had never before seen in someone.
As a matter of fact, you had the distinct feeling that your tears were fueling him.
Those terrible claws dug into your skin, drawing blood that ran down your sides, only making you cry harder. The male smirked, letting his lower tongue wrap around your neck again, squeezing. Choking you. Somehow he thrust harder as your oxygen began to run out, your face turning red.
Nightmare was not one to take his time, not when things really mattered. Still choking you, he thrust harder still, growling loudly from somewhere deep in his throat.
There was no pleasure this time around; it was all you could do to simply bear it. Blood was tricking down various places on your body, and the pain distracted you the most from feeling good at all.
Saliva also ran down your neck, your face slowly turning purple. But the bear-thing did not last much longer, roaring and slamming into you one final time. His cock twitched and spasmed inside you, releasing a sticky, gooey mess.
All at once he pushed you, releasing your neck and shoving you off of him. Coughing and clutching your throat, you watched him with a wary expression.
His seed was jet black, still dripping onto the carpet. The sight was enough to make you gag.
"Go ahead and vomit, my sweet. See what happens." But you held your food down, squeezing your eyes shut and turning away from him. You did not catch him frowning. "Still hungry. I suppose there is only one thing left to do."
Quick as lightning he snatched you up, mouth open wide. His fucking teeth were like razors, glinting in the low light.
You didn't feel anything as he sank those teeth into your throat, ripping it out with one swift movement.