You said before Fae Nightmare had his share of affairs during his existence, which means he has gone nakey with many people.
Did any of them ever mention his old wings? How did he deal with asks towards them?
Also, how would he deal with a lover asking about the wings? (In a respectful way, of course)
he's had a handful of short-term partners over the years, but i certainly wouldn't say many. enough that he's comfortable with the concept and confident in his abilities, hehehe
he was cursed and his wings damaged when he was a young adult, so he'd probably had a partner or two by then. after though it was a long time before he was willing to try again, and it was almost certainly a few trysts while keeping on as many clothes as he can get away with or his partner wearing a blindfold. his wings would remain carefully bound and out of sight. he hasn't let anyone see his old wings since the war started.
he probably got a few questions about being insecure about getting naked, but nobody would've guessed it was because he had something going on with his wings. he's kept the secret very well.
it'd take a lot of trust in someone for him to reveal his old wings to them, and probably even longer before he was really willing to talk about them. he'd be fine with questions, you'd just have to also be fine with him not wanting to talk about it (yet).
long post incoming, so under the read more it goes!
Nightmare— POSSESSIVE. you are not going anywhere once he has his hands on you. he’s a bit feral— growly, bitey, scratchy, a little rougher. he’s not as graceful as usual. there’s also a bit of a feeling that he’s like a predator and you’re his prey. he’s more than happy to chase you around if you want to run, but you’re not going to get very far. he’s very in control of the situation even it doesn’t seem like it. he’s more likely to use his magic for control— using shadows you hold you in place, his tentacles (yes, he does have them! he used them more often when he was younger), and even (if you agree to it) hypnosis/suggestion. almost exclusively dominant. lots of growly, possessive talk. he loves manhandling, so expect to be manoeuvred around as he pleases. you won’t be escaping unscathed, either— if you’re helping him through his heat you must be someone very special, and he’ll be sealing that with a permanent mark of some kind.
Dream— Dream is… shockingly in control. very in control, even. very dominantly in control. he is talkative, but everything has this underlying… feeling to it. like he has you right where he wants you, no matter what. and he does. you have a choice in everything, of course, but there is no illusion that you have any control in this situation beyond that. he’s very dominant despite how gentle and sweet he treats you. his eye lights won’t leave you for a second, and he can seem very patient, but it’s all a thin veil to hide how utterly desperate he is. his wings flutter occasionally, the only hint that he’s barely restraining himself from pinning you and having his way with you at any moment. give him the signal, though, and he’ll pounce.
Blue— Blue actually has over-productive magic, and has minor heat symptoms at all times. he solves this by training and using as much as he can daily, but this means that when he goes into heat he gets hit hard. he’s out for at least a week and is incredibly desperate for relief. he’s primarily dominant, and has a ridiculous amount of stamina (and magic to get rid of). he’ll go as long as you can take him, and even longer if you’ll let him— if you run out of energy he’s more than happy to take over and do all the work. he’s very clingy and loud.
Ink— Ink’s heats are almost non-existent unless he has some sort of aphrodisiac. But when he is under the effects, he is very versatile. He’s very playful and mostly focused on having fun rather than who’s in charge of who and stuff like that. He loves kisses and appreciating his partner’s body (and also being appreciated in return).
Killer— almost dangerously unpredictable. he leans towards dominant, and can be very aggressive and feral when he that’s the mood you catch him in. lots of dirty talk (while he’s coherent), biting, and scratching. he wants to leave a mark. the more permanent the better, but he can restrain himself he needed. he’ll take you on any surface he can— all of them if you’ll let him. he can be surprisingly creative despite being completely drunk with lust, so don’t be surprised if he puts you into some interesting positions. if you catch him when he’s feeling subby he’ll be startlingly well-behaved. the more desperate he is the more likely he’ll sub. he needs you and he’ll do anything. he’s a loud boy either way.
Dust— where Nightmare is a very obvious predator after his prey, Dust seems… very in control of himself at first glance. but the longer you’re in the room with him the more you notice him seemingly… herding you around. he’s watching you calmly, calculatingly, silently, but at any sign of uncertainty he’ll be on you. he needs you, now, and he’ll have you as long as you’re willing. he’s startlingly quiet; at most growling quietly, grunting, or breathing hard. he’s very dominant and will cage you in and keep you there are long as he can. he doesn’t have much in the way of stamina, but he makes up for it in determination. if he gets tired you can be on top and do the work. he’ll lie back and enjoy the view. he’s also interested in marking.
Horror— leans towards subbing. he’s big on a normal day, and during his heat it’s even… more. you don’t have to take all of him, it’s fine. but please help him? he’s very clingy and whiny. very desperate to keep your attention on him, and he’ll be good for you if you let him. he can also be bitey, but it’s an attempt to keep you close to him and hold you in place. he likes seeing his partner on top and holding them there.
Cross— he’s a switch. depending on his mood and how you react to him he can either dom or sub. he also has lots of stamina and magic, and can keep things going even if you get tired. he’s not much of a talker, but he’ll make plenty of noises for you. he seems very put together at first, but as things progress he very quickly gets lost in it— there won’t be a single thought in that poor skull of his. he’s very sweet through it all, though. lots of kisses and nuzzling and cuddling at every opportunity.
Can I request Spicy drabble with Faeu Nightmare helping MC with their first heat? 👉👈💕🌚
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The Winter King's claws are gentle as they trace down your side. The touch feels icy and electric at the same time. You shiver and squirm against the tentacles wrapped around your thighs and waist, suspending you above his lap. He chuckles quietly.
He's reclined into the many plush pillows on his bed with his wings splayed out beside him. He's bare, dark bones in beautiful contrast to the lush purple of his bedspread. The sharp starburst of scars across his ribs glints in the colour of his magic, beautiful and tragic. You want to touch them.
"How are you feeling?" His voice breaks you out of the brief reverie.
You try to find the words. Your wings flutter weakly at your back; even the light brush of air against them feels like a tender caress. You feel warm. Antsy. Greedy.
"I need more," you whine.
Nightmare hums, the deep sound reverberating in his chest and igniting another wave of heat in your belly. "We need to go slow. I do not want to hurt you."
He does shift though, lowering you slightly so that you can take a bit more of his length. You whimper as it eases the ache of want somewhat, but not enough. "Please? I- I want all of you. I can take it."
The intense look Nightmare gives you silences your pleading. The gentle claws at your side dig a little harsher into your skin, leaving red lines in their wake as they scratch across your waist. "You play dangerous games speaking such words," he growls. "Have patience, pet. I merely wish to savour this sight."
You're lowered another blessed inch onto his cock and throw your head back with a moan. So full... but you know he has more to give you. He's moving now, slowly working himself into you with shallow thrusts.
He's barely doing anything and you're already seeing stars, voice wavering with breathless noises you can't contain. You're not sure how you'll last like this, every sensation so intense and overwhelming. And yet... you still want more.
His grip shifts to your hips, pulling you down as he bucks up with a quiet groan of his own. "So good, aren't you? So perfect for me. Taking me so well."
You agree thoughtlessly, nodding with a whimpered noise of pleasure. You'll continue to take him, over and over again until the warmth in your veins subsides. You'll do whatever he asks of you so long as he keeps making you feel so good.
You shake, overwhelmed, when you finally bottom out on him. You can barely breathe or think for the feeling of him filling you so completely. All you can focus on is how he's hitting every delicious spot within you, how every minute movement has him grinding so deep.
His tentacles unwind from about your thighs to give you room, instead encircling behind you to cage you in. You lean forward, resting your hands on his ribs, and manage to hazily meet his brilliant cyan eyelight. His hand finds your jaw, caressing your cheek.
How would the Fae Skels go about ‘requesting aid’ with their Heats?
Nightmare—he won’t. if you’re close enough to be helping him, you probably already knew it was coming up just from hearing him talk about having to delegate more Courtiers to take over for him and other preparations. he figures that if you want to help… you’ll show up at his door eventually whether or not he asks. and when you do, you’ll get pulled in before you can even knock.
Dream— he wouldn’t request aid so much as tell you what’s going to happen and suggest that you’d be welcome. he promises that you’ll have a good time, too, but don’t trouble yourself if you’re not interested.
Blue— he’ll show up at your door, nervous and a little dazed. he can’t get you out of his head. would you… please help him? it’s okay if you won’t, he’ll go back to his room. he just… he had to ask.
Killer— he’ll promise you a good time in exchange for your help. have you heard about heats? they can have some pretty fun effects for the partner. wanna find out first hand? wink.
Horror— he’s too shy to ask. you’d hear that he’s out of commission from one of the others; he’ll try to hide it if he can. if you came around and offered help, though, he’d awkwardly accept.
Ink— he’d be pretty direct about it. he knows it’s coming up and you seem like you’d be fun to have around. he’s not really affected by it much in general so he could deal with it himself with no trouble, but it you wanna help out…………
Dust— he’s demanding. you must be close if he’s considering having help so he has a pretty good idea of whether or not you’d agree to it. he’ll show up in your room and get straight to business. he needs you, now.
Cross— very awkwardly, if he does ask. he might warn you that he’ll be busy the next few days, but he probably won’t have the confidence to tell you exactly why or request your help. if you go to his room and offer, though… he won’t be complaining. he might be begging, though.
a drabble of Dream being asked to help with a lonely fae's first heat?
you got it! (gender neutral but reader is afab doesn’t get that explicit but there’s talk of heat symptoms and such)
You’re embarrassed; standing outside Dream’s door, hands gripping tightly onto your flowing silk nightgown. It did nothing for the warmth you felt. The heat bothering you wasn’t the weather (that hadn’t bothered you since you’d started… changing) but rather internal. An annoying, ever present warmth in the pit of your stomach. The longer that it had gone on the less you could ignore it.
You’d been told about fae heats. It was one of the many things you’d been taught when you were started to become a fae. Magic, glamours, flying with the unwieldy wings you still weren’t used to. And heats.
They had told you they were infrequent—once every few years, and you probably won’t have to deal with it until a few years after you were fully fae. The first was always the worst and you were even recommended to ask a ‘good friend’ for help if you needed it. ‘But,’ they had said, ‘you don’t have to worry about that. New fae don’t get their heats until about 3 years after they get their wings.’
It was just your luck to get hit with your first heat mere months after your wings fully grew in.
You were still adjusting to everything. You hadn’t had time to make ‘good friends’, not with all the changes you’d been experiencing, the feelings you’d had to process since starting your new life. There was more on your mind than friendship, let alone making friends you were comfortable enough with to have help you with, well…
You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore how the friction of your thighs was uncomfortably slick. How you have a persistent ache to be filled. You don’t think you’ve ever been this horny in your life. It’s almost unbearable.
Dream is the only fae aside from Blue you have any relationship with. The kind and warm King who’d told you he was always there to help you… and who’d promptly stopped being so available when you started growing wings. You get it. He’s busy. But it still stings a little.
But were you close enough that he’d help you with something like this? Are you desperate enough to try? Certainly desperate enough to at least stand awkwardly outside his door for minute after agonising minute, seriously debating with yourself what you’re going to do.
You can’t bring yourself to knock. As desperate as you are you’re equally mortified at the idea of asking Dream to fuck you senseless after not talking to him for weeks. What would he even think of you? You don’t want to make him uncomfortable and you don’t want to deal with the sting of rejection when he inevitably thinks you’re asking too much of him.
Unfortunately you don’t get the chance to run back to your room. Dream’s door opens and there he is, standing tall in front of you in elegant, thin sleepwear befitting a king. There’s a furrow in his brow and a slight flush to his face but he still regards you with gentle eye lights. His wings are held up as always but you notice a slight intermittent tremor.
You want to touch his wings. They’re so pretty…
“Are you alright?”
It takes a moment for your sluggish brain to register the words. His voice is like honey and your legs unconsciously squeeze together at the warm tone.
“Y-yes. I just… I had a question. But-” Your voice peters out. You can’t lie. You’ve heard the consequences and you don’t want to deal with that on top of this. “I don’t want to bother you with it.”
Dream holds up a hand, halting your excuses. His smile is kind and genuine, but also somewhat amused. Like he’s in on a joke that you’re not. “I’ll spare you dancing around the subject. I can feel what you’re going through. Did you want my help?”
You blink up at him. He can tell? Is it obvious? Can everyone else tell, or just him? Your cheeks, already flushed, get frustratingly warmer. You can’t lie. He’s not immediately turning you away. The words tumble out before you can stop them. “I… do. It’s awful. Will you help me?”
Dream’s eyelights soften. He takes a small step closer, draws you in with a hand to your chin. “Do you have no one else? Poor dear.”
The proximity makes your head spin. Your hands find his chest. Your knees feel weak. “No. All I’ve been able to think about is you. Please?”
“What will you give me in exchange?” Dream takes a step back and you follow him, entering his room. Any other time and you’d be so curious to see what it’s like; take in the decorations and ask him about his things. But all you can focus on in his body against yours.
You know it’s a mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth, but there’s nothing for it. It’s already done. “Anything. Anything, just—please. I need…”
“Go on.” Dream continues to lead you back into his room, one hand at your neck and the other firmly at your waist. His eyelights are so bright you can’t look away, like stars in his sockets. His voice lowers as the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits down and pulls you into his lap, touching his forehead to yours. “Tell me what you need.”
