Shattered x killer x dream

This oneshot is 2 years old but I'm recycling it because I'm trying to write oneshots in advance for an upcomimg ✨KREME WEEK✨ my friend and I are planning so I don't have time to write Kreme updates and the week too 😭. I've edited this to be less.. shit, but uh, you might notice a downgrade in style. Anyway, enjoy 😍

Next update will be new stuff though I promise

It was a Saturday. A dull and dreary Saturday. The weather wasn't cold, but wasn't pleasant enough to go outside. The sun had ran off and hidden behind ashen grey clouds, refusing to come out. Permanent vacation. The winds whistled past the windows and tore through the trees, snatching the golden brown leaves and whisking them away before they eventually tumbled in littering piles to the floor.

It was monotonous outside, but inside it was warm. The house was quite large, with many rooms and your average three bedrooms which of only two were used. All the rooms were empty except for one, the bedroom, kitchen, study and hall lights switched off. Yet in the living room of the house three skeletons were sat crammed onto one sofa, ignoring the fact that there were two to choose from. They were all watching the TV, though their focus was steadily wavering.

On the left side Dream sat, his eyes bored and uninterested as they flicked over the flashing screen. He was half slumped over the arm of the sofa carelessly, his circlet held in one hand while his other was firmly wrapped around the waist of the person next to him.

On the right side of the sofa sat Shattered, his gaze having strayed from the TV long ago. Kicking his legs back and forth on the sofa he scowled, bored and fed up of whatever shit was playing on the screen. He'd always had a short attention span. His pupil dragged over to the skeleton in between himself and his hideous doppelgänger.

Killer was limp against Dream's side, his head resting on his shoulder and bodies more or less pressed together. Unlike the other two he was actually interested in the TV, a frown on his face. He could tell the other two weren't watching, and it bothered him.

The three sat in a momentary silence, the only noise being the distant drone of the TV and the soft thumping of Shattered's feet hitting the sofa as he kicked them back and forth. He slowly turned to stare down at Killer, his tentacles twitching and shifting behind him as he saw his Dream had his arm wrapped around him. They slowly slid forwards, the tips of the tendrils snaking around Killer's ankle that soon twisted up to wrap around his waist.

Blinking softly the skeleton glanced down, surprised to see a dark, yellow tinted tentacle slithering around his waist. Before he could even word a question he yelped, the grip on his waist tightening significantly. He was tore from Dream's grip within seconds, his body dragged like a rag doll onto the other side of the sofa where he collapsed unceremoniously against Shattered's chest, now on his lap.

"Hey-!" Dream shot up and glared at him, a hand reaching out to grab Killer's arm. But it jerked back as a tentacle slapped it, Shattered hissing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"It's my turn with him." He said calmly, arms and tentacles sliding around Killer's waist and holding him tightly to his chest. "You've had him for hours."

"No- he's mine." Dream's eyes narrowed sharply. "We've been over this, he's mine, end of."

"Shut up no he's not, he's mine now, deal with it."

Eyes shut Killer sighed, letting his head loll back as he found himself pulled and snatched at by the two skeletons, the arguing continuing as if he wasn't even there. It was a regular occurrence. A very regular occurrence at that. They constantly argued over who he belonged to. As if he were a dog. Personally he didn't think he belonged to either of them.

He'd been a relationship with Dream for around three months before Shattered had emerged. In short words, the guardian and negative being despised each other. But instead of leaving and terrorising some kids or starting his own kingdom like Nightmare, Shattered had stuck to the house like flex seal, the annoying tenant that never pays rent.

At first whenever the beast so much as came near Killer he found himself drowned in the bathtub - a rather funny yet terrifying sight. But after a month-ish they all got bored of the constant charade and gave up. Though Dream still wasn't pleased to see Shattered too close to his boyfriend.

Soon the argument went from low hisses and growls to sharp and barked comments, the rough tugs at his body becoming more frequent. How he hadn't been torn apart yet was a mystery to him. He was waiting for the day his shoulder would pop and one of them would fall back with his arm. Hopefully not his left arm - that was his favourite one.

"He doesn't like you."

"You're treating him like a rag doll! How lovely of you-"

"You're- you're doing the same thing-!"

Killer hummed and opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling, momentarily wondering if stabbing the two would shut them up. Probably not. Finding himself yanked from Dream - who'd only just claimed him back - he was thrown into Shattered's chest once more. His tentacles curled around him tightly, squeezing.

"Get off him you damn squid, you'll fucking break him-"

"Hm, let me think, no. Besides, he looks comfortable like this, doesn't he?" He looked down at Killer who's face was pressed into his chest, grinning proudly. "See?"

"No-? He hates you, idiot. He likes me, not you."

"Pff, I think all that positivity is clouding your judgement angel boy."

Killer ended up droning the two out for a moment, a tired groan leaving him. Of course they both ignored him, snapping at each other like alligators. In fact he managed to block them out so well that he completely blanked a question.

"Killer?"

"Mh, what?" He grumbled, pushing his face out of the goopier's chest to look between the two with narrowed eyes.

"Who do you belong to?" Shattered stared down at him intensely, his yellow eye flicking over his facial features.

He arched a brow and scoffed. Seriously? "Neither of you, assholes."

The two paused at that, both blinking softly as they stared at him. Coughing silently Killer tried to shimmy off of Shattered's lap, the moment becoming increasingly uncomfortable. But a tentacle quickly snapped around his waist and he groaned, looking up at the ceiling as he found himself dragged back, his head soon dropping back down to glare at both of them.

"You don't belong to either of us, huh?" Dream's voice was soft, yet there was an edge to it. Dangerous and ominous. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and amusement, his deep golden eyes flicking up and down his body as if he were a mannequin on display in a window.

"No." His voice was firm but inside Killer was screaming, knowing this was a bad idea. Really he should have told Dream he was his, because he was his boyfriend after all. But he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning an argument, and Shattered's response to being second place was less than likely to be pleasant. Behind him he could hear Shattered give a low chuckle, one that send a shiver rippling down his spine. This didn't sound good.

The two gave each other a look while Killer tried to disappear, hoping that if he stayed still enough they wouldn't see him and forget he existed. He was faintly aware of the soft murmurs they shared between each other, though he couldn't hear the actual words conversed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to.

And then all of a sudden Shattered stood, his tentacles dragging Killer up as well and suspending him in the air. After a moment Dream stood too, a worryingly sly smile spread across his face as he walked out the living room. Shattered followed and Killer twisted to look at his boyfriend, feeling like a sack of potatoes. He spoke with a friend whine, attempting to coax the other out of whatever awful idea he'd proposed with his negative counter. "Where are we going?"

"The bedroom."

Oh Christ-

Killer opened his mouth yet no words came out, only a dry and startled cough. His throat went dry, tongue heavy. "The- the bedroom?" He eventually croaked, glancing between the two of them.

"Yes." Was his only reply as they walked up the stairs, and stepped into the bedroom. He found himself thrown on the bed, tentacles quickly stopping him from launching back up and running. "Stay still."

"Oh lord- guys this isn't- this isn't what I intended your reactions to be-" He wheezed, his soul drumming up to an already irregular fast pace as the two of them stared down at him. Maybe he should have answered, told them who he belonged to. Yet he'd foolishly believed that an act of defiance would go unchecked. Now he'd pay his price.

"Doesn't matter." The two glanced at each other before Dream leaned over, muttering something in the slimy creature's ear with a slight smirk, his eyes never once leaving the tear-marked skeleton's face. They were sharp, holding such promise that he felt his gut roll, fingers twitch.

Killer craned his neck back as Shattered walked up around the bed until he was behind him, a pressure pushing down the mattress behind him as he slid on top. His arms slowly wrapped  around his chest, grip careful yet firm enough to keep him still.. "This- this really i-isn't a good idea-"

"Oh quiet Killer, I can sense your excitement." Dream shifted on the bed too, though in front of the flustered skeleton. His tone was cold, yet it sent his body warm. He'd seen the other's dreams, pried fantasies out of his whorish mind. The man had always wanted a little male harem. The fantasy had been based off of alternates of Dream, yet Shattered could work as a test pilot. As long as he didn't give Killer too much pleasure. He tugged his yellow gloves off, placing them to the side in a folded pile.

Cheeks burning he bit his lip, quickly looking to the side and at the mattress - anywhere away from those two and their smug faces. Those ideas were supposed to be buried eternally buried in his mind, not dragged free by Dream's subtle manipulation. His breathing slowed and relaxed - for now - and he focused on the slight folds and creases in the mattress, calming. Whatever they did to him, he knew it would be fun. They were hardly planning to tear him apart to keep half each. He wouldn't like that.

Yet whatever progress he'd made was promptly fractured into tiny little fragments as he felt one of Shattered's tentacles slide under his hoodie, it snaking slowly around his spine and squeezing it tightly.

A broken gasp escaped him and his eyes went wide, a deep rippling shudder rolling through his entire body. Fingers dug into the sheets, the tentacle pressing against each vertebrae and sticking closely. The feeling was disgustingly intimate. He could feel it's every move, every inch it slid further up his spine, every little pulse and twitch.

Never before had he experienced those tentacles like this before, the closest having been when the goopier would often grab his wrist with one to tug him from Dream. This- it was so alien to him, his mind desperately trying to process whether he liked the feeling or not.

When he'd had a conversation with Cross about his partner's tentacles months ago he hasn't known whether to be disgusted or fascinated by his stories of bondage, penetration and manhandling. But now it seemed he were about to find out firsthand what they could do to him.

Before he could protest a second tentacle had slid under his hoodie, this one making quick work of tangling around his rib cage, coiling through each and every one of them delicately and hugging it. It was an odd sense of immense pressure, the appendage cold to the touch and their semi-solid state meant that they could wriggle through all the smallest gaps, reaching all those previously untouched spots he didn't even know he had.

Clamping his teeth down on his tongue he squirmed weakly, soul thumping rapidly above his chest already. His gaze darted around the room for a moment before locking on Dream who's expression was amused, though it held jealousy.

"We can't let him have all the fun now, can we?" He murmured, hands gripping Killer by the waist and gently tugging him down more so that he was further slumped against Shattered, his lower half flat against the bed. He gave a low hum of approval, the startled and flustered look on Killer's face pleasing him. Pointed fingertips rested on the skeleton's knees, tapping at them for a moment before they slowly dragged up along his femur to his black shorts. They paused there before slipping right up to the waistband, the speed at which they were removed being so slow and careless it made the smaller squirm.

Once they'd been tossed to the other side of the room Dream pushed his legs apart easily, fingers trailing over his hip bones lightly. He loved how quickly Killer succumbed to shaking beneath him, his body already getting worked up. And they'd hardly even started.

From behind Shattered let his gaze roll down from Dream's actions to the smaller skeleton's neck, flicking over the faint and bold hickeys that littered it. Killer's neck wasn't pure white and pristine like others, the black tears that slunk from his eye sockets having ran down his jaw and leaked to his neck so many times that - like his cheeks - they'd stained the bone grey. But he didn't mind, tugging the fabric of the hoodie away to get better access. Dream would be pissed if he marked his pretty cherry, but he couldn't help himself.

Squirming, Killer gave a breathy whimper upon feeling Shattered's mouth press gently against his neck, tingles spreading from that spot to his shoulders and right up to his cheeks which steadily darkened in colour. His breath was hot against his neck, though not hot enough to distract him from the loopy circles Dream dragged across his pelvis, his pointed phalanges tracing spirals and following all the whorls and lines embedded deep in.

Trailing his tongue against the shadowed bone Shattered hummed, enjoying the way Killer tensed and gasped in his grip. He noticed the look Dream shot him but ignored it, his tongue dragging right up to the shaking skeleton's jawline where his mouth then latched on, sucking at unmarked spot of bone.

"N-ngh.. n-nno, guys.." His voice came out weaker than he'd have liked it to, breathless and keening. Of course those words went ignored, the two sparing a chuckle at how ashamed with himself the skeleton looked. Teeth grazing his jaw, Shattered made quick work of starting to form a dark bruise, enjoying each little sharp inhale and curse he received in response.

Annoyed that Shattered was getting all the reactions out of Killer Dream grunted sliding down so he was level with his lover's pelvis.
There was no way to describe how Killer's mind tried to register the feeling of Dream's hot and wet tongue sliding along the bone, his cheeks flushing darker as a choked whimper forced itself from his lips. He couldn't deny how good it felt, his eyes screwing shut as he tipped his head back, fingers dug deep into the sheets beneath them.

The guardian kept his legs firmly pushed apart as he worked at his pelvis, his tongue dragging along its surface, leaving no place untouched. He loved hearing those little airy cries and grunts, the skeleton's legs trembling as he sucked at his hip bone, giving an embarrassingly loud moan.

It wasn't long before Killer felt his magic build up around his pelvis, colour a bold and fantastic red. Cherry red. His breath hitched at the sight and feel of Dream's teeth clamping around hip hip. It sent fizzling pins and needles through his lower half his body jumping and twitching with a low and helpless moan.

"Go on, Kills."

It was all he needed to summon his body, Dream's voice coaxing him into an obedient haze. He was always rewarded when he did well, and he knew today wouldn't be an exception. The red ecto trembled asDream grinned, his fingers running down his thighs slowly.

"Sshit.." Killer strained upwards against the others hands, only to find Dream's strong hand force him back down cruelly, hips crushed into the mattress. Before he could change his mind Dream had already pressed a finger against his clit, starting to rub it in slow and firm circles. As he did he stared to his thighs, admiring the dark bruises that littered them messily. Something about bruising his body appealed to him so greatly, it sent him into an almost frenzied state sometimes, as if his mind was lost to the other.

Gasping and tensing up Killer tipped his head back into Shattered's chest, the taller holding him still as he watched Dream rub the skeleton between them. His eyes rolled up to stare at the ceiling, vision slightly blurred. It felt so nice, his skull aching softly and already spinning. His body felt hot, like a kettle set to steadily heat up to a boil.

That feeling only amplified as he stuck a second finger onto his sensitive clit, the pressure applied growing. His fingertips rubbed and pinched at the nerve, rolling it between his hold. Killer was weak beneath him, at his mercy, but he still kept that agonising pace, enjoying watching Killer squirm.

"Mnhg- g-get on with i-it.." He mumbled, the side of his skull pressed firmly into Shattered's chest. The darker hummed lowly and pushed a tentacle into his mouth, silencing any surprised protest Killer had been planning. It wriggled in his mouth for a moment, the skeleton shivering at how cold it was in there. It felt clammy against his tongue, saliva building up thickly to connect them together. At first he gagged, trying to spit the slimy appendage out. It felt so wrong in his mouth, forcing him to inhale largely from his nose. But his protests soon died down as Dream deemed it the perfect time to slide a finger into him. His chest heaved and his eyes rolled back, any conflict with the tentacle forgotten. It didn't taste as bad as he thought it would either. Cross hadn't lied when he explained it.

He shifted, the finger inside of him curling and thrusting slowly, his walls clamping around it firmly. He felt hot, a hand clumsily reaching up to grip at Shattered's arm for leverage. A soft warmth built up in his abdomen, slowly twisting and knotting further and further as Dream thrust that finger at the same, slow pace.

The knot only got worse as Dream pushed in another finger, a muffled cry vibrating through the tentacle. They curled and beckoned, twisting downwards to tease the spot that would pull him undone. He was warm all over now, the pace steadily increasing as he writhed and pressed further back into Shattered's chest.

Humming, the slimy skeleton finally pulled away from Killer's neck, two dark bruises placed on the bone, one on his jaw, the other by his clavicle. He flexed his hands softly, letting Dream give him the majority of the pleasure for now. Fingers curling around the bottom of Killer's hoodie, he gently started to tug it off, slipping his spaghetti arms free of the fabric before it slid right off and over his head. It was soon discarded to the side and his top quickly followed suit.

Shivering at the lack of warmth Killer shifted on the sheets, eyes fluttering. His usually shaped target soul trembled, moulding itself into a heart to betray his emotions. He felt dazed and confused, all the soft pleasure dizzying his mind. Dream almost looked a little blurry, his black tears streaming steadily from his eyes and drool leaking down his chin.

He could feel the knot looping in reef, bowline, figure-eight, clove hitch, rolling hitch, you name it, that knot made it. Twisting in his place he groaned loudly through the tentacle, his body dragging close to his peak already, all the fuzzy pleasure proving quick to unravel him.

Yet as soon as he found himself drawing close to his desperately awaited release, Dream pulled his fingers away, chuckling. "Not yet, sweetheart.."

Whimpering softly Killer tossed his head from side to side, a choked gasp escaping him as the tentacle finally pulled free of his mouth, slimy residue left in his mouth. His expression twisted and craned his neck back to look up at Shattered, his tongue heavy with the liquid. It was essentially tasteless, though slightly sharp.

The appendage slid down across his rib cage where the other tentacles were still tangled tightly, stretching down across the soft ecto around his stomach, soon gently curling around his thigh.

Trembling, Killer watched as the tentacle snaked towards his entrance, the tip pushing through his sticky folds for a moment before it slid inside. A litany of cries spilled from his lips, like water from a gently babbling stream, the pounding of his soul only speeding as the tentacle started to thrust inside of him, it's tip wriggling deeply.

"MnHA- ggOd-" He could feel every twitch and little push, his hot walls clamping down slickly and squeezing the tentacle. It was cold inside of him, and one final thrust was enough to send him tumbling over the edge, his release hitting him like a truck as he wailed.

Body shaking, he panted heavily, light headed and vision spinning with stars. He felt out of breath, woozy. But he knew this was only the beginning.

"Aw, how pathetic." Shattered sneered, the tentacle pulling out from him and flicking in front of the shamed skeleton's face. It was slick with the semi-translucent white liquid, a little bead dropping back down onto his abdomen where it pooled slickly. It served as a reminder of his whorish actions.

Ducking his head he closed his eyes for a moment, his cheeks burning deep crimson. He was faintly aware of the two talking to each other, though his 'ears' were ringing too much for him to register any of the words said. He only opened his eyes when he felt Shattered's tentacles wrap around his waist firmly, tugging him up onto his knees. From there he was twisted around and shoved over like a rag doll, his body limp and unresponsive. He found himself propped up on his hands and knees, Dream behind, Shattered in front.

Oh lord-

He shivered deeply as he heard Dream shuffle behind him, a trickle of icy coolness running down his spine as he felt something hard and round press against his dripping entrance, two hands gripping his hips firmly. Stretching his neck back he tried to look at Dream, only to yelp as a clawed hand gripped his chin, forcing him to face forwards once more.

Blinking groggily he found himself face to face with the goopy skeleton's cock. It tapped at his cheek lightly, Shattered staring down at him with an arched brow and expectant expression. "Go on then, don't just look at it."

Gulping softly Killer raised a shaking hand, his fingers tentatively curling around the base of his hot length and taking a moment to drag them up and down. Above him Shattered gave a quiet rumble, the faintest yellow blush forming on his cheeks as he watched Killer. Good. He had a way to perhaps turn this around - he wouldn't be the only one moaning and heaving today.

From behind Dream grunted, the tip of his length rubbing through the skeleton's soaked folds before he pushed inside slowly, groaning. Killer always felt so good, no matter how many times they had sex. Each time was just as good - if not better than the last, and he could never tire of him.

Eyes snapping open wide Killer froze, a wail spilling from his lips. His head ducked and his chest heaved, body feeling as if it had been set alight. Dream felt so large inside of him, his body trembling immensely as it tried to take him all in. It was the same every time, no matter how many times he took Dream in.

Laughing softly Dream rubbed his hips in slow and firm circles, leaning over to drag his tongue up the back of his neck. "Don't tell me you can't take it, I know you can, whore."

He hissed weakly and felt his arm nearly give way, his joints feeling like butter. But he forced himself to look back up, determined not to be mocked by the two of them. Gripping Shattered's length with a steadier hand he slowly pressed his 'lips' to the head, it soon being slid into his hot mouth. No sooner then he'd done so Dream started to thrust, his fingers digging firmly into his thigh to darken old bruises. Killer cried out, a sparking shockwave burning his body like a fire, his hand barely able to stay wrapped around Shattered's length as he messily pumped it, forcing his head down further.

Drool and spit ran down from his lips, dripping messily down his chin and caking it in drool. He felt filthy, but didn't stop, obediently pushing himself down further on his length as a hand gripped at his skull tightly, the other resting on his shoulder.

Poor Killer couldn't form a coherent thought for the life of him, his mind spinning and vision blurred with the black goop of his own tears as they streamed down his cheeks in thick and wet lines. They slid down his jaw, dripping down his neck and leaking onto his rib cage to mix with residue from Shattered's tentacles.

He could think of doing nothing other than the waves of ecstasy that flooded through his body with every harsh thrust Dream made, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he messily sucked at the dick in his mouth. He'd never felt so belittled, yet his mind didn't give him enough time to register shame, focusing on the yet again tightening knot in his abdomen. It was building up much faster than before, the combined pleasure of Shattered's tentacles at his upper half and Dream pounding into him from behind dragged him to the edge faster than he could register it's apparent closeness.

It was only a moment later when a guttural sob tore from his throat, his body convulsing as the pressure snapped and flooded downwards, his second release sending his vision spinning. His body felt slick with sweat, moist to the touch and burning. He wouldn't be surprised if the guardian suffered minor burns from the vicelike grip on his thighs. Pressing his tongue against the head of the taller's length he whimpered, swiping it over any little spots of leaking precum.

Shattered allowed a short and breathy groan to leave his 'lips', taking in the view of Killer's flushed and fucked-out expression. It was a nice view. Fingers drumming on his shoulder he grunted, two of his tentacles sliding down to gently tug Killer's soul further away from his chest. It had lost its usual circle target shape and was now sculpted into a loopy, lopsided heart.

"My my, that's new.." Chuckling softly he squeezed it, enjoying how the skeleton's eyes went wide in shock. The tip stroked it up and down for a moment, toying with the rim before pushing through its firm outer layer and into the fleshy warmth beneath.

A muffled wail fled from Killer's mouth and his arm nearly gave way beneath him, trembling. Not even Dream had touched his soul that way- no one- no one had ever-

Then the tentacle pushed right through it and Killer shrieked, his walls clamping tightly around Dream's length and earning a deep groan. He came heavily for a third time and Dream followed a moment after, the clenching or his insides spiralling him into his own orgasm.

Within a few seconds Shattered came too, his hot release spirting into Killer's mouth and coating his tongue thickly. He stayed there for a moment before pulling away with a slick pop, swallowing. Behind him Dream waited for a moment, making sure all his release was pushed deep into Killer before he pulled out, freeing the rawed Skelton.

Killer fell face first onto the mattress, hiccupy sobs and gasps causing his chest to heave and jerk up and down rapidly. He could hardly see, his tears having blocked his vision nearly entirely with their thick goop. His jaw felt sore and his pelvis even more so, heavy yet lingering waves of heat pulsing through him. He felt completely used, stuffed full of cum and broken.

He could hardly register Dream pulling him up into his arms, cooing softly in his ear.

"Aw just look at you, all fucked out and pretty~" He gently wiped Killer's eyes with a sleeve, stopping him from smearing his tears all over his face messily. "You did so well, cherry."

Killer could only press his face into his chest weakly, wanting to curl up and hide for seven years before strangling the both of them. Though he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed it.

Humming in satisfaction Shattered watched the two smugly, happy he'd finally got a piece of Killer. "Let's make this a regular occurrence, hey?"

Despite the exhaustion, fatigue and embarrassment, Killer still found the energy to hiss at him, cheeks crimson.

"No."

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Okay next update will be ✨slave✨ because I've missed it and I have plans

Okay okay kreme week isn't completely decided but when it is I'll post prompt lists ect ect and pls join in people we need to spread this ship 😭

Hhhope you enjoyed. It was weird to edit but that's because I'm now a dedicated Shatternight shipper but I wrote this before I found that ship so I wasn't used to it 😭

-Jess-