do you have any nsfw headcanons for Error and Nightmare for the yeehau AU? 👉👈
Error is a travelling mercenary, so he doesn't come by very often. but when he does... he makes sure to visit you. trysts are quick, desperate, and overwhelming (for the both of you). he has a lot to say and not the words to do it, so he tries to show it through actions-- but physical touch is difficult for him, and he can only manage for so long before he gets overstimulated. but he does his darnedest to make it memorable for you, so you won't miss him too much when he has to leave <3
when Nightmare rides through town it's usually for a supply run, or to remind the townsfolk that he's a force to be reckoned with. he enjoys watching them all duck back into the buildings and hiding behind the shutters on windows, pretending they're safe. but sometimes... sometimes he sees something different that he wants.
if a big scary outlaw ever rides up to you and drops his hat on your head, be wary of accepting it. even if he rides off with a wink shortly after, he'll be back. he has to retrieve his hat-- and his prize. no need to fear him too much, however. Nightmare always gets what he wants but so will you. just don't be expecting to walk anywhere for a while after.
What is the personality of Incubus Nightmare? Like- what can make him angry, what kind of gifts make him happy (🎄) How would he react if we call him Noot-Noot~? Nyehehehehe
he's very calm and confident. he's a few thousand years old, so he's seen a lot of things and not a lot surprises/confuses him. that is, except the reader in the fic! there hasn't been a mage like them before :) he has lots of patience for projects and things he's interested in, but he can be very impatient when he wants something or if things aren't going his way.
incompetence, ignorance, over-confidence, and banality can all annoy him. he also doesn't have any patience for rudeness or someone not giving him the respect he thinks he deserves.
he has a lot of things, and the power to get basically everything else, so it's very difficult to get him a gift. something genuine and from the heart would definitely be a good idea, like a creation just for him. a painting, something you knit, etc. he would be very charmed someone thought to make him something so 'ordinary' but put the thought into making it just right for him. even just a 'date' that you made special with him in mind would work.
if you called him noot-noot, you had best hope he thinks you're endearing. if you're not close to him, or his favorite, you're likely to get in trouble and almost certainly get cursed =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
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.
I'm really loving your incubus au! I am excited and horrified to see what happens to our summoner next. And I'm really interested to see how the rest of the boys (especially Dream and Blue) get roped into these shenanigans.
ask and ye shall receive <3
incubus nightmare/reader part 2! (part 1 here)
characters: nightmare, gender neutral reader
word count: 1946
summary: there is an archdemon in your living room.
The archdemon looms above you in the dark, his unbroken horn nearly brushing your ceiling. He has to be well over two metres tall.
“Hello, little mageling.” His voice is intoxicating; deep, alluring, and warm like mulled wine. He speaks calmly, softly, with utter confidence. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to command your attention.
You don’t dare look away for even a second. You feel like you’ll be eaten up by the darkness if you do. You can feel cool, shadowy tendrils stroking along your legs already, keeping you held in place on the floor.
“Do you know who I am?”
Your voice is dead in your throat. Your mind is racing, desperate to place his appearance to the archdemons you know… but you can’t. You’re not that far in your studies yet. You’ve only barely started to research the minor demons for your courses. You weren’t meant to be summon demons with names, let alone archdemons.
You’re trapped with an uncontained archdemon in your living room and you don’t even know which one it is. You can guess, but to be wrong is to risk insulting something powerful enough to consume your soul.
The archdemon slowly lowers into a crouch, his robes shifting in colour like an oil slick. The movement reminds you of a tiger preparing to pounce. Even like his he is so much bigger than you and no less intimidating. The tentacles at his back curl and weave around you, boxing you in. You lie there frozen in his shadow. “No? My, how very reckless… using an incantation outside your comprehension.”
He reaches forward slowly. The tip of one massive claw rests gently against your throat, then slowly slides up until the point presses, dangerously sharp, against the soft skin under your chin. The touch ignites a frigid chill of fear down your spine and a spark of warmth in your belly. The archdemon’s grin widens and the shadows clinging along your legs constrict. “Tell me, sorcerer. Are you aware of what you have done?”
You still can’t speak. The air is heavy with cold, dense magic. It feels like you’re slowly choking.
The archdemon hums; a low, dark sound that you can feel in your bones. “I see.” He pulls his claw back from your throat and you gasp for air when you can suddenly breathe, the pressure of the magic around you released. The atmosphere is still thick with mana but at least you can breathe.
You struggle to catch your breath despite it. Your heart is pounding in your chest.
The demon awaits your answer.
When you finally find your voice it sounds weak and hollow. It wavers with your fear and trepidation. “I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to summon you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Your voice breaks with every apology. All you can do is hope that your sincerity earns you mercy, that your desperation overpowers whatever it was that had earned his curiosity. If he loses interest in you maybe he’ll grow bored and leave you be.
“Allow me to enlighten you.” He reaches down and taps a claw to the little incubus’ drawing. “This is one of the first summoning circles your kind created. Barely strong enough for even a lowly imp. And this…” He holds up your notecard now, your handwriting barely visible for the moonlight through the window. The incantation you’d copied. “This is a spell, older than your little human civilisation, to summon me.”
But that… that doesn’t make sense. Your gaze drops to the dozens of papers scattered around you as though they hold the answer. None of this is making any sense. You can’t combine incompatible circles and spells, they’re complimentary to each other. The matching ones have to be used together.
The cool, slick end of a tentacle finds its way under your chin, tilting your face up to meet the archdemon’s again.
“Come now. Surely you can put the pieces together.”
The spoken spell is the catalyst, the instructions you’re trying to give the magic. The rune circle is those instructions translated into something your mana can focus through, with the added bonus of amplifying it with the ambient mana around you; without a circle a human’s intent is too fickle and fleeting to be used.
No mage you’ve ever heard of can do magic with only the spoken component.
This is bad. This is very bad. There’s something weird with your magic, clearly, but this archdemon knows what it is… and it’s only making him more and more interested in you.
“You are a clever thing, aren’t you.” He’s watching you like a cat with a canary caught in its claws; like he wants to rip you apart and consume you in equal measure. “Tell me your name, little sorcerer.”
All you can do is obey. Maybe if you play along you can get out of this unscathed. You tell him your name. The archdemon echoes it back to you and something about the way he says it feels like a vice around your heart. Constricting and final.
He seems pleased by your compliance, slowly standing to his full height with an amused hum. “I am known by many names.” You’re pushed to your feet by the tentacles around you. Your knees are weak and as you falter a tentacle winds around your waist to keep you upright. Another loops behind your shoulders, walling you in until all you can see is the demon before you framed in darkness. “Ephialtes. Incubus.” It’s never a good sign when a demon has multiple names, or is significant enough to be named after the type he is. Unless– “I believe your kind presently know me as Nightmare.” –the type is named after him.
The first incubus.
Your understanding must be written on your face. Nightmare’s grin is like a crescent moon, pale and contrasting against his otherwise dark form. “You realise, then, the situation you are in.” He pulls you towards him; his tentacles continue to slither about your form until your arms are pinned to your sides and you’re nearly pressed to his chest. You’re so close you could count the delicate silver links that make up his necklaces, or each cuff on his ribs. “Summoning me is not without consequence.”
A demon that is summoned without the proper containment isn’t bound by any rules. They are free to wreak havoc until they’re dismissed with the proper ritual or decide to leave of their own accord. You are in no place to even begin dismissing him– even if you weren’t being held captive you aren’t trained to get rid of anything more powerful than an imp. You have no idea what a demon as powerful as Nightmare will want to do before he decides to leave.
“It has been many centuries since I have seen a human mage with mana anywhere close to half of yours, and even then… the focused intent required to summon me without the use of a circle is unheard of.” His claw finds your chin again, turning your face from side to side. “And all while not understanding the spell that you are reading. How long have you been studying?”
You can’t do the math under this kind of pressure. You flounder for a moment, trying to calculate something that normally you can just say off the top of your head. “I-I’m just an apprentice. I still have- I have to take the advanced courses. I have years to go before I’m licensed, even more while I, um…do internships for- for practical experience. This is the four- fifth summoning I’ve done.” And only the second unsupervised. You’ve ruined your perfect track record.
“Hmmm... Is anyone aware of your abilities?”
You shake your head.
Nightmare’s claw moves up to your cheek, lightly tracing down it. It follows the curve of your jaw before he places it above your heart.
“Perfect. You will not speak of your magic talents with anyone but myself.” The command settles cold and heavy in your chest. A curse. “I propose a deal, mageling. I will share my knowledge of magic with you. In exchange you will be bound to me.”
You stare at him, voice once again lost.
“You may decline, of course.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world to refuse him. As though you’re not currently at his mercy. “But you will forget this meeting and what you have learned about your magic. In addition I will seal your mana at normal levels. You will not be able to make the same mistakes again.” That doesn’t sound that bad. You’ve gotten by this far without knowing the extent of your skills. Losing something you didn’t know you had isn’t a terrible price to escape your current predicament. But… the allure of being taught magic by someone as powerful as Nightmare...
Many mages have made deals with demons in exchange for knowledge and power. Historically, they’re the most notable ones. It’s taboo but their contributions to magic can’t be understated. You’re sure many of the other fondly-remembered historically significant mages just managed to keep their dark dealings a secret.
You can’t believe you’re considering it.
“What would… being bound to you entail?” That’s the only caveat, you should know what you’d be getting into.
Nightmare seems pleased. His voice dips into a purr that makes your stomach flip. “You will be claimed as mine. You will never have to fear the threat of another demon– none would dare to accost someone bearing my mark. I will be able to find and come to you no matter where you are. In turn, you will be able to call for me.” You furrow your eyebrows. That sounds an awful lot like– “Yes, little bird. A bond of the soul.”
That’s a lot. That’s a massive commitment. Not the worst thing he could ask for. But… why would he want to be bonded to you?
You’re incredulous. Curiosity and confusion momentarily overpowers your fear. “What would you get out of something like that?”
Nightmare’s gaze is unwavering and intense, the bright cyan light in his socket keeping you transfixed. “You.” He pulls you closer. “You are far more valuable than you realise. I want to make you mine.”
He wants you as a tool. A weapon.
But you would learn so much. You could become the most powerful mage in the world. Your potential is more than you ever conceived. Are you willing to lose that, now that you know just how far you could go?
Are you willing to give yourself to an archdemon to achieve it?
“Your life will remain largely unchanged. You may continue your tutelage with your mentors. I will give you access to tomes and scrolls you would otherwise never obtain, and visit on occasion to teach you what cannot be learned from self-study. You will still be free to do as you wish.” His eyelight glints mischievously. “Mostly. I will require you to fulfill some tasks every now and again.”
You bite your lip. You’re still considering it. Even after knowing the consequences.
Forget everything or become bound to an archdemon forever.
“The bond. How would you…” You trail off, cheeks warming somewhat. You’re not even sure how to phrase the question. You’re almost afraid to ask.
“Ah.” Nightmare traces your cheek again. You can’t help but enjoy the cool feeling of his bones on your flushed skin. You resist the urge to lean into it. “I am Incubus, little bird. That seems fairly obvious.”
Your face erupts into a furious blush. That’s what you thought. You can’t say the thought is unpleasant. The opposite, even. You ignore the way your thighs press together the more your mind wanders down that train of thought.
“I… can I have time to think about it?” Your mind is racing. There are so many things to consider.
Your options are limited; accept or forget and have your potential limited. What are you willing to do to become more than you’ve ever thought yourself capable? Are you willing to be stifled to return to the status quo?
“This is not an offer I will make more than once. You must choose now.” Nightmare unwinds his tentacles from around you, gently setting you on the floor. They remain curled around you—you’re under no illusion of real freedom—but you’re no longer constricted. He holds out a hand to you, palm upwards, silver rings glinting in the soft light of the moon. “What is your answer?”
