Sanscest one-shots {requests closed}

Sugar~

•Sub!Killer x Dom!Dream
•kinks.
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'Fuck Dust little dirty ass motherfuck-' Killer's thoughts got interrupted by the knock on the door. He hoped it was his beloved at the door. He opened it to see a tall mail man with a clip board. "Killer?" He asked. Killer nodded with a small smile. The mail man handed him the clip board as if Killer already knew the routine, which he did. Killer signed his signature and handed it back, grabbing the box.

"Thank you!" Killer thanked and shut the door before the mail man could say anything back. He groaned irritatedly as he glared at the box, already knowing that was in it. The fucking maid costume.

Dust dared Killer to wear it for a week, and which he's going to do because he's not gonna back out like a pussy. He wanted to, but he knew Dust will never live it down.

He opened the box and grabbed it. Killer slipped it on in the living room because he thought it wasn't necessary to go the bedroom since he's home alone. He found it quite big for his size, so he summoned his female ecto body. Due to how short the dress was, the bottom of his plump, round ass was showing in the back along with his thick thighs. The top of his breast could be seen at the top.

He smiled and did a little twirl but soon regretted it because the wind was cold. "Now I look submissiiivvveee...fuck." He groaned out.

He shrugged it off and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. "Baby i need my own space, if you're horny, baby then, put it on my face.." he sung out, grabbing a soda from the fridge. He popped the can open and chugged it, feeling the cold liquid go down his nonexistent throat.

"Kills, I'm home!" A cheery voice shouted. "Welcome home!" Killer shouted from the kitchen. He bent over having his breasts laying on the counter, fiddling with the toaster cord laying in front of him. Dream walked into the kitchen to see Killer..pretty expose. His face flushed up. He then smirked and went behind Killer, grabbing his ass. This caused killer to jump but stifle a moan, gripping the counter. He didn't expect that.

"Well, don't you look like a piece of cake...can I eat you till I see your whipped icing come out?~" Dream purred, holding back his laughter. Killer stayed silent, his face heating up. "What's stopping you?" Killer asked, not really wanting to show his submissive side.

"Hmm...nothing." Dream said, pressing his body against the back of Killer's. His hands traced his curves as he lowered himself next to Killer's ear. "As long as you call me daddy, I'll do anything you want sugar~"

Killer gasped and turned around to glare at him. "You're NOT taking my daddy spot! I'm the only daddy in this house!" He exclaimed. Dream smirked at him, licking his lips hungrily. "That's not what your gonna be screaming out tonight~."

"....is that a challenge?" Killer asked. Dream nodded, "sure. That means I'll be topping you." Killer froze up and started thinking about it.

"I don't think I'm interested in this deal anymore." He crossed his arms. "Afraid that I'll be better?" Dream asked. "Hell no! I'm too dominant to be submis-AH~" Killer moaned as Dream started rubbing his clothed vagina. He bucked his hips into his hands. "You were saying?~" Dream cood.

"S-shut up!" He moved away from Dream. "I'm remaining daddy, and that's final!" He yelled, walking into the living room to sit down on the couch. Dream sighed and watched him walk there. "Okay then." He waited for Killer to stop being stubborn.

Killer just sat there with his arms crossed, hoping this week will get over with already. Then he got an idea..Dream will only fuck him when Killer says he can..so he can tease him this whole week! Killer smirked and stood up, 'accidentally' dropping the remote. "Oops!" He said and bent over, making sure Dream was paying attention, which he was. He saw Dream's face light and he looked away, trying not to look. Killer snickered and stood up straight, setting the remote on the table.
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