Cattybone
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Request for @Mr_james_blood from twitter/X asking for Dream/Moon/Fresh noncon
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- Part 21 of Requests from twitter 😶
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07 Apr 2025
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Nightmare has been in the dungeons for longer than he can remember. It’s about time for him to break under the gentle, loving hands of his captor.
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- Part 5 of useless porn scraps
- Part 32 of swapdream MENTION 🤨⁉️
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25 Mar 2025
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Your soul was crying out for a savior.
Your hope was gone and your strength leaving you.
You had given up.
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But that's not what happened is it?
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20 Feb 2025
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But above all, he needed respite. Reprieve from him—that winged menace who pursued him so relentlessly, weaving his presence through every corner of Nightmare’s existence like a stubborn breed of weeds blooming within a carefully curated garden. The Guardian had grown weary of waking to the detritus of the other's so-called affections—feathers gleaming on tangled sheets, gifts of gilded opulence scattered like relics of an unwanted ritual. And the offerings...half-dead prey left at his door, as though the predator fancied himself some grotesque approximation of a devoted lover.
It was a pantomime of courtship, insufferably clumsy and wholly devoid of grace.
He hated it all. Hated the clinging sweetness of it. Hated the resemblance of his brother whom he despised. Hated this creature of obsessive devotion.
And so, he resolved to end it—if only for a moment. A trade, a fleeting concession, performed with all the precision of a blade slicing clean through bone.
Nightmare strikes a deal, using himself as payment. More is taken than agreed upon, naturally.
Bookmarked by Cattybone
20 Feb 2025
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i was meant to be yours (you were meant to be mine) by orphan_account
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
20 Sep 2025
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The urge to hiss and spit clawed at his throat, but he forced it down. His survival depended on keeping Sol’s guard down. Any sign of defiance now would only tighten the noose. He had to play along, to behave, even as every instinct screamed at him to fight back.
He stiffened as Sol’s hand traced a soft, burning path down his spine, the touch almost tender through the fabric of his clothes. It took every ounce of willpower not to flinch away, especially when Sol guided him down to sit, his fingers deftly beginning to undress him.
The intimacy of the act made his bones crawl. But he swallowed his revulsion. Resistance would only make his escape harder.
Bookmarked by Cattybone
25 Oct 2024