Unrequited LOVE

•AFTER STORY: Heat (EXPLICIT)•

NOTE: This scene occurs before Windy and Birch. Also, enjoy the wonderful eye candy above. It's not my work (all credit to the original artist, Femaleswapfellsans, on Pinterest), but I really enjoy it!

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It was a beautiful day at Nightmare's castle. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and it was that magical time of year when animals all around succumbed to their instincts and fucked themselves senseless.

Unfortunately, said concept was not just for animals.

Heat is bitch, you lament as you lay in bed, high out of your mind. Boiling blood flows through your system, igniting every nerve on fire. Soft pants leave your mouth in an attempt to cool down.

The thing about bird monsters is that they don't get heats until they've found their SOULmate. Now, you're suffering through the first heat you had since bonding with Nightmare.

With a groan, you turn over. The bedsheets rub against your skin in a way that has you wincing. Discarded ice packs lay abandoned on the floor, far too warm to ease the heat.

And then, your thoughts drift to the catalyst of this conundrum: Nightmare. Thankfully, the goopy skeleton left earlier that morning (before the heat kicked in) for a cursory meeting with the other guardians, leaving you alone in the castle.

That fact alone is both relief and torture, wrapped in one badly-made present. Perverse thoughts fill your mind, such as what you're going to do to him when he returns (hopefully not, for his sake). More sweat drips down the back of your soaked t-shirt, and you finally slip it off, throwing the soiled fabric onto the floor.

This is torture...

You contemplated asking Nightmare for help, but chickened out every time. Besides, bird monster heats were very, very dominant - and you were no exception.

I want to slam him into the wall and-

Yup, none of that. You mentally slapped yourself. Safewords wouldn't work for a heat like this, which meant you would be running the risk of actually injuring him.

And was not a risk, no matter how enticing, you were willing to take.

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Nightmare knew something was off as soon as he stepped into the mansion. You were nowhere to be found, which was somewhat concerning, as you were usually doing you own thing in the living room or kitchen.

There was also this... smell in the air. It smelt like summer, sweet and light, and seemed to beckon him to follow.

And so, he did, following the strange scent all the way to the bedroom he shared with you. Pressing the side of his skull onto the door, Nightmare was sure he heard someone panting.

Was it you? Were you alright??

Worry took over, and he pushed the door open with a soft creak. "(Y/n)? Are you there-"

The smell from earlier assaulted his nasal cavity, hitting him like a freight train. Nightmare froze, staring at your naked, ferociously-trembling frame, laying curled up on the bed.

"N-Nightmare!"

What's worse; he recognized the scent. The image of you, panting, and clearly in some sort of need, cemented the realization in his brain.

It was a heat scent, which mean you... were in heat.

Shit.

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