Endless abyss of pleasure~ NM!Sans x Neko!Reader

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Alright you little shits, look at this; these are my notifications and y'all contributed to that. >:V

Literally take an extended vacation and my notifications go fucking Sicko Mode

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Literally take an extended vacation and my notifications go fucking Sicko Mode. Any ways, I've seen quite a few of you comment about Nightmare Sans in the past, so, I'll be doing something. It involves....tentacles. c: Enjoy.
(Also, I have this friend who is a hue dick to me. He always shows me these scary ass photos. Can you guys say Wheatly's a dick in the comments? Thankssss I'll show it to him)


Warning; the following chapters contains...

•An in heat Nightmare
•An in heat (neko) reader
•Tentacle fucking
•Very sexy Nightmare~

A raging fire seemed to overtake my body, little flames licking against my skin. It sent painful, yet pleasurable, sensations racing all over my frame. My tongue occasionally lolled out of my mouth, trying to get some sort of cool down. My [Color] ears were pinned against my head, frustrated from my uncomfortable nature. Along with my annoyed looking ears, [Color] fur was spiked along my [Pattern] tail. Currently, I was practically dying on my bed. Nightmare,my roommate, was bottled up in his own room; work, as he had said. I'd no idea what he could've been working on, he's Nightmare for God's sake. That wasn't my main concern, though; trying to get rid of this ridiculous heat was. Since I had decency for my roommate, I did not keep my heat "toys" here. Although, they would've been great at this moment. Evening if I had them, it doesn't take away a heat with just one orgasm. No, not if it's with a toy. That was the sad part of it all.

With a shaky sigh, I slid off my bed and onto the floor, whining with my tail sweeping against empty air. See, I would open my window, however, anyone outside could see. Since this wasn't Nightmare's original AU it wasn't like no one would care. We we're staying in the normal AU, Original let us stay here, in a vacant house, for the time being, 'long as we didn't spark havoc. From my place on the floor I heard a soft knock against my door, enlightening me to have something to distract myself, though it wouldn't do no good, once way or another the heat always wins. ''[Name]? Are you in here? Could you talk? If not it's whatever.'' I heard the soft voice of Nightmare, which was odd. The skeleton was never soft or calm with things, although he could be unpredictable. ''I thought you were busy,'' I paused to take a small breath. ''Are you finished with that?'' In reply to my question he seemed to pause for a bit. ''Never mind.'' I could hear footsteps walk away from the door, however very quietly. My ears strained to pick up in which direction they were fading away to. It seemed he was headed to his room, one down from mine.

'Unpredictable,  like always.' I sighed and rolled over, the conversation ended and my mind went back to the heat coursing through my body, not like the thought ever left your mind. It's like a summer day, talking and distracting yourself makes you not think about it, but it's still there. After that little interaction my body seemed to be aching more, wanting something I couldn't get. Was it looking for Nightmare? That skeleton's presence seemed to have provoked me. Staggering up, I stood and leaned against the doorknob, twisting then pulling my door in and stepping out of my stuffy room. A blush was present upon my cheeks,  revealing just how hot my body was. Walking a bit slower than normal I walked up to Nightmare's room, pausing to hear grunts inside. I debated on whether or not to open the door, deciding against it and to sit and listen. After all, felines were known to sit and wait for someone, knowing just when to strike; or open the door in this circumstance. I slid down the door and rested, keeping my tail still as i listened out of instinct. My ears strained, pressing against the door with [Color] fur brushing up against the wooden door.

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