One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Intense

Something with Nightmare, requested by Flamango_55

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Both groups stared at each other, neither daring to break the quiet. Cross's eyes were wide, his chest heaving and faced flushed. Dust stared unblinkingly, his own cheeks slightly warm. Nightmare was frozen, his tentacles having all dropped to hang limply. Killer was the only one doing anything, and what he was doing, was laughing his ass off.

"Damn Cross, you're like a wild animal," Dust muttered, the image of Cross's almost feral movements still fresh on his mind. Killer doubled over, wheezing. "I woulda thought Nightmare to be the aggressive one." Cross's face was slowly growing brighter, the fluorescent purple spreading down his neck and beneath his loose scarf. Dust found himself staring at Cross's marked-up neck, the glowing blush making them more pronounced. Killer followed his gaze, snickering as Cross hurriedly fixed his scarf, which spurred Nightmare to move as well, wiping his mouth and clearing his throat, fixing his ruffled clothes, acting as Dust and Killer hadn't just walked in on him and Cross hardcore making out.

Normally, no one ever visited the eastern wing. Nightmare thought they'd be safe there, but it seemed he was wrong. "What are you two doing over here." Killer's grin was cutting, "Cross ain't the quietest, boss. We wanted ta know what the noises were." A lie, but Killer wasn't about to say that. Besides, it was worth it, seeing how Cross only got more flustered. The soldier covered his face, groaning at the thought that he'd been loud enough for Killer to hear. He grimaced as he dropped his hands back to his scarf, the cloth sticking to the moisture still on his throat. Cross wiped his neck with his sleeve, muttering curses as he covered his throat again. He hissed at Nightmare, swatting at him. "Why do you have to leave drool everywhere???" Nightmare snapped at him to shut up, his cheeks bright cyan, the color brightening as Killer started howling with laughter.

Dust snickered lowly, amused as well. "I should've taken a picture." Nightmare's tendrils lashed out in Dust's general direction, Nightmare's voice a growl, "No, you should not have! Why are you still here?! Leave!" Dust side-stepped it, grinning as he shot Killer a look. "How's about some fun, Kills?" Killer's soul flashed with intrigue, his own grin twitching up. "Oh?" Cross stared at them with mounting horror, grabbing onto Nightmare with a hushed whisper. "Night." Nightmare answered just as quietly, keeping his gaze on Killer and Dust warily. "I know."

Dust drew his tongue over his teeth, inching forward. "Heya, boss. I'm sure ya don't mind we join ya'll." Cross let out an undignified noise, shrinking against the wall. He could feel Killer's stare on him, and he didn't like it one bit.  Nightmare seemed just as uneasy, unconsciously taking a protective stance. "I don't know what you two think you're doing, but you better think twice." Dust's eyelights grew brighter, his wide smile unchanging as he crowded Nightmare and Cross against the wall, with Killer's help. "I think if you really wanted to get away, youd've teleported by now."

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"I hate you both," Nightmare growled, face glowing. Dust snorted, "C'mon, you like this." Killer muttered his agreement, persistent in his petting. Nightmare shifted in Dust's lap, itching to leave.

Cross was still snoring peacefully, unaware of Nightmare's predicament. The self-proclaimed king was stuck, Dust's arms wrapped around his middle, keeping him in Dust's lap. Killer was still laying on his side, one arm stretched out to lazily stroke a limp tendril. Nightmare twitched, sliding it away, only to put it back when Killer whined. "Alright, that's enough Dust. Let me go." The hooded monster hooked his chin over Nightmare's shoulder, murmuring his disagreement. "You don't want to leave though." Nightmare's blush deepened, well aware that his tentacles, minus the one Killer had, were all wrapped around Dust. "Relax, Night."

Letting out a string of grumpy comments, Nightmare did so, slumping back against Dust with a sigh. He could feel the other's grin, hearing it in his voice. "There you go." Nightmare rumbled uncertainly, still unused to such attention. Cross was already a bit much, and adding two more people to the mix was just overwhelming. Still, he had to admit, it was nice. The last bit of tension seeped out of him, Nightmare fully relaxing, purring lowly. The negative sludge rippled at the delight both Dust and Killer let out.

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it turns into a big cuddle fest once Cross wakes up uwu.

hope you liked it!