Maybe a smut dump, but here are some kink warnings before you go love. I don't want you reading and being uncomfortable.
IT REALLY IS A HUGE SMUT DUMP PLEASE-
KINK(S); Begging, collar and choking (and spanking), master play and sadistic and masochist play! And a sweet sweet slice of bratty behavior and even better, degrading!
And if you were curious, Killer does play the master role here... because Nightmare is quite the brat.
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Killer sighed, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor of where he sat on the bed. The satin covers being black and the sheets matching, the pillows being black as well... in fact, the majority of their bedroom was darkly lit and mannered; as the place was gloomy and sadistic to all who came to this place...
Normally Killer would never be in here, finding this room rather boring; even with the special access to even enter this room there was nothing to do... but he came here for a reason. It was a stupid reason he knew, but he couldn't help but have a pained feeling in his soul.
He was annoyed, sadly at his husband... Yes, Killer was married to the cruel guardian himself. Nightmare, ruler of chaos and destruction. Then again, his softer undertones only came around when alone, and that was the problem. There was too much lathered affection for him. Even with his new feeling soul. The constant applying this week was getting to him too much, he was annoyed and... what was the word?
He paused for a minute, feeling a hot trickle of sweat run down the side of his skull as he stared at the wall with a menacing grin. The word was on his tongue but dare he use it? Yes, pent-up. The attention to his body was far too physical and it left his body accidentally summoning upon too many thoughts of his husband. It was surely the thing that was annoying him.
He hissed faintly at the thought, Killer wanted the attention to stop but it always came about when Nightmare was having long waves of negativity and this was one of those times... and he could stand it, but what could he do.
Killer got up from the bed he was lounging on, only to trip over against the bedding and flop to the hard cold flooring. He grunted subtly, keeping his eyes open now glaring into the darkness of under the bed. Before something catching his eye, face flushing at the memory of what was under.
He sat up, crossing his legs as he drew out the small lavender box. Opening the lid without hesitation he drew out the many variety of toys... collars, gags, whips... the normality of things Nightmare was into. He looked over each with fond memories of them, his mind dirtying at the increasingly slutty memories he had of them.
Killer couldn't help but release a deep chuckle from his chest as he blushed at the collar, remembering where he had daringly placed one around Nightmare's neck while working... resulting in being chased back to the bedroom and a long night of various punishments... He lidded his sockets, he liked the idea of Nightmare being in a collar he realized.
Killer breathed in deeply, he really did... I mean, the idea of Nightmare being dominated was surely something beyond what he could do... but having such a strong monster beneath his fingertips and groaning at his touch, his fingers gliding along his dark bones and reaching only things he could see while he was so patiently looking at him with that greedy eye...
Killer's breathing hitched, shaking his head out of the little fantasy. Now pulling out a few different items and storing them in the dresser next to the bed for later use... but kept the collar and leash in his pocket he could feel the approaching aura of Nightmare; he had an idea... and it may just get him where he needed his clingy husband to be~
