#no massacre au

[moldy-flowers]

Sasuke and Itachi in canon:

Sasuke: I'm going to kill you, Itachi.

Itachi: Whaaaat? Oh no don't do that...

Road to Ninja Sasuke and Itachi:

Itachi: Sasuke please stop telling everybody that I'm the ugly brother.

Sasuke: Get ratioed NERD.

[frankencanon]

Naruto AU where Sarutobi loses it just a bit and names thirteen year old prodigy Itachi as Hokage.

-

Look. Itachi is smart, strong, mature. He has proven to be willing to put the needs of the many over the needs of the few, putting the safety of the village as a whole over his clan even.

He is willing to do what's necessary for the good of the village, however difficult or unsavory. He doesn't shy away from tough decisions and he doesn't pick sides.

And most of all, Itachi is a pacifist. He has no higher ambitions, no thirst for power or glory...

Itachi would be a fantastic Hokage—and that's not even mentioning how it would undoubtedly solve the whole coup issue...

-

Sarutobi of course gives Itachi no opportunity to refuse the promotion. Instead, he gives him an ultimatum: If he wants to stop the coup d'état he has two options before him...

The first is the original plan to execute everyone in the clan besides himself and Sasuke.

The second? Become Godaime Hokage and give his people, the Uchiha, hope.

(Sure, he won't be able to spend much time with his precious otouto... But, if he went through with the massacre plan he wouldn't be able to spend time with his brother at all.)

In the end, there's really only one option...

Itachi accepts.

(...reluctantly.)

[x-authorship-x]

Oooh, I have an absurd shisui pairing!!

For Maximum Pain: Jiraya/Shisui

Actual Pairing: Shisui/Tenten

Omg you're evil??? (/JK) 🤣🤣🤣

Jiraiya/Shisui: unless you're asking me to summarize a really fucked up spy/sugar daddy fusion AU, then I'm afraid I'm going to yeet this one into the sun 👋✨

Shisui/TenTen? He's 11 years her senior but, with very little interactions when she's young and if both are full adults now, I can work with this~

Also if I shifted Shisui down to the youngest possible age at the massacre in canon, which is around 15, then we're dealing with only around 7 years difference, that would put them both within a decade of each other...

The most important thing about TenTen is that she knows the meaning of self-ownership.

Lee is an underdog turned tragic hero turned inspiration. His sensei is his role model, devoted to his protege and guiding his every step. He's struggled, with the academy and then the many agonies and uncertainties afterwards, but he pushed through and emerged victorious every time. That's who Lee. Lee is hard work.

Neji is a genius shackled by his own people, his destiny, and his abilities. Choice is a luxury that he's never truly known, every technique that he's perfected has been inherited from his Clan and specifically skewed towards their own plans for him. Even fighting Hinata only showcased the futility of his struggles, that he could rage and scream and no reform would come about, no outsider would intercede. It's Neji against himself, that shadow of a future always two steps ahead of him, and it's Neji who breaks that cycle. That's what defines Neji, his freedom.

TenTen isn't like either of her teammates. She isn't like the rest of the Rookie Nine. There is no legacy for her, nothing to inherit and nothing to go in search of. She is surrounded by Heirs and spares, even Sakura has a Sannin to tutor her through healing and possibly reviving Senju techniques, and they all have a place that they fit into.

Not TenTen.

Of them all, only TenTen goes into ANBU.

Everything she knows, every skill and weapon and strength, has been honed by her and for just herself. She didn't have a teacher who favoured her, she didn't have the traditions of Clan or family to bolster her, she didn't have a mentor to step up and shape her. TenTen moulded herself. The determination, the grit, the genius in its own right, the creativity, the self awareness... TenTen fits nowhere until she finds herself fitting so perfectly into ANBU.

It's not easy. There's no way it could ever be.

Here, your name doesn't matter, your Clan or parents can't throw around their weight. Even kekkei genkai aren't questioned further, even if the presence of a Nara or Aburame is a dead giveaway. It is you and your anonymity and your skills.

The hazing is crucial, not the squaring up of the Chuunin Corps or the jealous ribbing of the Jounin. They can't afford to sow resentment, form grudges or do anything that could weaken cooperation. It is a trial of trust, of mental and physical resilience. There are no termites in her bedroll, no ice bucket showers, no naked dashes between the changing rooms and the dorms, no beat downs and no sneering bullies.

It's so much more efficient.

Trainee Bat - a new identity, TenTen but not, and the transition was awkward but vital - is on the second week of training probation when Rabbit-sensei is joined by another veteran in the arena.

"Taichou," she calls him. His mask appears almost sarcastically jovial.

'Monkey-sensei' is what the trainees are ordered to address him by.

The fight is over so quickly, ended with a brutal efficiency that feels as irresistible as a natural disaster, that Trainee Bat wasn't even sure she'd seen more than a fraction of Monkey's movements.

He comes rarely but the beat down is always the same, no matter that Bat can see how they're all improving rapidly under Rabbit's tutelage.

There's natural ribbing and competitiveness amongst the ranks of trainees. There are seven of them, four of which have been within the programme for several months. Bat is the newest, the youngest - as far as she can tell, since silence is inevitable on personal details - at only twenty-two and easy pickings. It doesn't help that she has quickly caught up.

Bat can live with it. The Orphanage was worse, if only because children were thoughtlessly cruel and had known enough about her to dig in deep where it hurt (to ask about her dead family and her damning lack of surname).

And then Monkey arrived one day, not in the arena but in the barracks. He's alone. There is a situation; 'urgent' he signs, remaining as mute as always. He needs the trainees to run missives for the veteran operatives.

They do so.

Monkey appears, hours later, in the corridor between the dorms and the operatives mess hall. Bat is alone, having lingered at training, and Monkey must have timed it for a reason.

'Mission-procede' he signs.

Bat accepts.

This continues for weeks.

He never speaks. Bat doesn't expect him too; ANBU sign is almost completely seperate from KSL, no doubt intentionally, and fluency has been hammered into them harder than even training with the regulation tantō. ANBU have no names, no faces, and they do not speak unless their vision or both hands are absolutely out of the question. There are even sub-tells that require only the movement of shoulders and chins to communicate basic commands, in case hands are occupied.

But, after the first four... errands... Bat does begin to understand a little more of her superior. He starts sticking around. Bat is ordered to shadow him, once, and bears witness to hows the ranks of ANBU and Daylight Corps immediately defer to his presence. It's fascinating to track his expressions through the set of his spine, the minute tilts of his beaming Mask, the way his fingers flutter through signs. She doesn't know Monkey's identity but she learns what he's like. Not his name or face or past but... Who he is.

Monkey, she learns, is the unofficial leader of ANBU.

No one says this to her. He's never addressed as such - 'Taichou', 'Taichou', not 'Leader', not that he ever verbally responds - and Commander Boar is very clearly the authority in charge of missions, designations, and reporting to the Hokage. But-

There is a respect there, one that Bat has only ever seen between equals. They walk in tandem, discussing topics between them - Boar, aloud, and Monkey somehow responding without notice. They are, dare Bat say it, something of a partnership.

It's in the way the operatives manage to simultaneously straighten and relax at the sight of him, how he knows exactly what everyone else is up to. How he's always around and, if he's not, then it's because he's on a mission and the barracks are still, with bated breath, until he returns. If he has a life outside of ANBU, Bat has found very little evidence of it. Maybe others would think it sad, would think him empty or broken; Bat has seen Hatake Kakashi, has heard enough whispers in ANBU to hint towards ANBU Hound, and she doesn't agree at all.

On the fifth week, three of the seven trainees do not return.

"They failed to meet standards," is all that Rabbit says when Raccoon dares to ask. There are no more questions - at least not posed to her - after that.

And then Raccoon is missing the week after.

On week six, Monkey changes things up.

'External-mission'. Her first true ANBU-rank in the field.

Maybe it was inevitable that it completely went to shit.

The difference between Daylight and Black Ops wasnt just the skill level. It wasn't just the type of mission, honeypot or assassination or torture, etc etc. It was the risk; Jounin had the safety net of a carefully investigated brief but ANBU? The demand was often high enough that patchy intell was the best they had to offer.

The information had been fatally wrong. Half of the team dead, Bat's shoulder dislocated, and Lizard was burned up both arms and had begun sobbing behind his Mask.

Monkey alone seemed untouched by the violence. He'd taken down the bombers faster than the eye could follow, aided only by Bat's quickness to locate and neutralize the 'second wave' explosives that were rigged even further out of the blast zone.

'Trainee Lizard- training- continue.' Monkey signed. 'Trainee Bat- promoted- Rookie.'

"I'll bet you're glad to earn your Rookie stripe," Lizard said, awkward in the emptiness of their dorm. "Rabbit and Monkey are kind of crazy hardcore. I want to get on protective detail, not play those kind of mind games, so I'll be glad to follow soon."

Bat didn't say that she disagreed. That Rabbit was the clearest and most focused tutor that she'd had in her life. That Monkey had been careful and intentional with what he believed them capable of. That Bat felt more seen in the past two months than she ever had before.

Monkey was waiting outside of the dorm, one shoulder propped against the wall and his arms casually crossed over his chest.

"Sensei," Rookie Bat greeted him.

"Taichou," Monkey corrected her. And that was definitely laughter in his voice.

It was the first time Bat had ever heard his voice; younger than she'd expected, considering, and nowhere near as detached as his stoicism might've suggested.

The muteness made a little more sense. Bat didn't think listening to his smiles from Day One would've had the same intimidation factor as ANBU sign had.

Bat would learn that Monkey was a self-made man. That he'd had everything handed to him and all the benefits in the world... But at the price of everything. One day she'd recognise the gleam of a Sharingan behind that beaming Mask, would understand that Monkey's untraceable speed was an unmatched mastery of the basic Shunshin, and realise that he was someone who had been moulded for a purpose, betrayed in his youth, who had raged against the injustice... And then devoted himself to the thankless dark of ANBU. He'd claimed the Black Ops as his own, had integrated himself so much with ANBU that not even the Elders or his Clan could touch him again, and had stepped up to be the vital backbone of the ranks that everyone needed. He knew survival, he knew freedom-

He knew self-ownership.

(It didn't even matter that it took months before TenTen knew his real name. She'd already learned the heart of him before then. And, at any rate, she figured out his identity long before he unearthed hers.)

TLDR: Shisui and TenTen both know how it feels to need to build something for themselves and be the masters of their own future. Shisui has the tools of the Uchiha in reach but it's the Shunshin that he is best known for; TenTen never had anything handed to her or inherited, so she is the embodiment of determination and ingenuity.

I didn't mean to write a drabble, honest, but the ANBU feels came at me. I couldn't even decide on what tense I wanted to write in lmao that's how rough it is 😂

Personalities: TenTen suffers from Kishi Misogyny Syndrome so we don't know much beyond 'long suffering girl' but I image she's got to be smart, savvy, have good self-worth, and independent to boot. Shisui, since my little Ficlet has their relationship based off of ANBU identities and the slow build of comrades and trust, is free from the expectations of being an Uchiha around her. They are just Monkey and Bat, or Shisui and TenTen. They are both highly ambitious, adaptable, willing to work without thanks or praise, and like to prefect 'the basics'.

I think they would have so much fun training together and Shisui could definitely help TenTen with her speed and seals, whilst TenTen would be great for dodging/target practice etc etc. Also i love the idea that TenTen is like "oh you're an Uchiha? Huh" And Shisui is like 'omfg I've found one of the few girls who never had an Uchiha stalker crush???' And also Shisui, in his Daylight life, is like "Oooooh the saviour of the Uchiha clan who stopped a civil war and his cousins are the Uchiha Heir and that angry twink that runs after the Jinchuuriki brat, ooooh Shunshin no Shisui~" and then Shisui whips out this girlfriend who is a badass but no one actually knows who she is? 😅 Meanwhile, the Rookie Nine are like 'TenTen, anything going on in your life?" And she just shrugs because nbd and it's not until so much later that someone catches her, idk, holding hands with Shisui and are like "YOURE FUCKING THE SHUNSHIN NO SHISUI?!" and basically it's just fucking hilarious

Also older TenTen is so gorgeous what the actual fuck, TenTen deserves the most socially adept and gorgeous and loyal and emotionally available Uchiha pretty boy possible 😤✨❤️‍🔥💢 (I'm sorry Itachi but you are an introverted little waif with a lung condition, you need a spa retreat and not more drama)

ANYWAY this is - as per - massively out of hand and so much more than what you signed up for, Empress 🤣 enjoy, regardless~

[hellbubu]

Hey! Its very random I kno but had a question. What do u think of AUS with no Uchiha Masacre? Sorry if u dont read them

I do read them, but not often 🙈 I'm an idiot who is picky when it comes to fics in general. I'm even pickier with No Massacre ones.

I do like them. I need to catch up with a few I'm reading. But I very much avoid fics where there's no Uchiha Massacre, and Sasuke STILL goes to Oro. Like, I don't think Sasuke would go there. I can see Oro kidnapping Sasuke or manipulating him.

But, as I was browsing the Fugaku & Sasuke tag (platonic) on AO3, I saw a fic where Sasuke just went there. No hate to the author, but I doubt Sasuke would just go with Oro in this kind of AU.

I do think Sasuke could end up with Oro, but you'd have to push him to his limits.

But ignoring Oro, I do like these AUs in the sense that one can explore Sasuke’s relationship with his family better. You can see how he's different from Itachi. What the clan thinks of him. What his parents think of him and what he thinks of them.

Non Massacre AUs are nice for politics and world building, too.

[attyrocious]

like hiring a horse to dogsit

[tbob-enthusiast]

So, I did a Thing...

(click for better quality!)

What if the Axolotl had a pantheon?

I was playing around with my main AU and finally got around to designing Blarbador (yes, his name is super silly. I love him. I got it from Blood Chains, which is a REALLY great Billford fic if you're interested!). In my AU, he's here to make Ford's life hell! What a lovely fella.

Stanford was cursed by Blarbador to never be able to stay in a single dimension for longer than six years, as punishment for his and his partner's crimes (that being Bill, who died before Blarb could bring him to justice). As an immortal, his punishment is eternal, and as a human, his torment is never ending. Blarbador taunts him about it from time to time, but it's rare for him to appear "in person" again.

And yes, my Ford is a huge centipede! I love him!

[lostuzumaki]

Luffy reincarnated to past AU

Part33

Part1 ... Part32 Part33 Part34

[bakedbeanz]

Guess what movie i jus watched for the first time like 2 days ago :] I love Bubba soo much

[motherofdeathsgod]

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 3 - Snake

Step 2: Get free of your cell.

WC: 5.5k

Masterlist | AO3 | Chapter 1

Heat did in fact bring you a warm blanket and clothes, in fact he brought you several of his own blankets, which smelt of weed and musk, as well as a pillow, a long sleeved shirt that was practically a dress on you, and sweatpants you had to tie as tight as they would go to get them to stay up. He even brought you a set of fuzzy socks and a stuffed animal that looked something like a snake but with horns. You were far more comfortable in the brig now, even if there were very questionable stains on your mattress, you were at least able to stack the two mattresses in your cell and use one of the blankets as somewhat of a sheet. Heat didn't make any further sexual advances on you, you got the sense he was nervous about getting caught, though he did give you soft kisses through the bars whenever he came to visit, which you happily accepted.

You didn't see much of other top dogs, usually your food was brought down once a day by a random crewmate, seemingly whoever drew the short straw that day. It wasn't a lot of food, but Heat would sneak you more when he could. It was clear that you had him on your side, always checking if you were okay, even if he seemed highly anxious about being caught talking to you. Unbeknownst to you, someone had in fact noticed his visits, and you now found yourself face to face with Wire, who sat against the edge of the desk across from your cell, spinning his trident on its base idly.

“You need to stop taking advantage of Heat,” he told you plainly.

“I'm not taking advantage of him,” you huffed, hugging the stuffed animal he'd given you to your chest. Wire raised an eyebrow at the toy, it was obvious to him where you got it. The room stunk of Heat, his scent was on your clothes, your blankets, your skin. “I genuinely like Heat, sue me. It's not my fault he's the only one who sees I'm no danger to anyone.”

Wire made a tsk sound and stood, only needing a few strides of his long legs to come to a stop in front of your cell. “Show me your wrists,” he ordered with a bored expression.

You raised a brow at the sudden request but obediently put down your stuffed animal, walking in front of Wire and holding up your arms through the bars for him. He took your wrist in his large hand and turned it too and fro, like he was looking for something, furrowing his brows as he apparently didn't find it. He let your arms drop again and you stood patiently, waiting for him to say something.

“What are you, and how did you get here?” he asked, “You're not getting out of here until Kid gets answers, and he's getting impatient��

“I already told you, I don't know how I got here,” you huffed, “I was in my own world, where all this shit was fiction, I got hit by a bus, I hit your mast. That's the entire truth of it. What do you want from me, a three thousand word essay about the world I'm from?”

“Hmm,” Wire squinted at you discerningly, taking a few steps back and returning to spinning his trident idly.

“I'm telling you the truth, I swear,” you pleaded, “I can prove it when we get to Sabaody, I can tell you what'll happen there, without any devil fruit helping me know. I don't have any sort of foresight, I just read it in the work of fiction in my own world. I have other proof too, I know about Victoria, and the four gangs on your home island in the South Blue, why Kid and Killer don't like curry udon. I swear on my life, I'm telling the truth. There's no reason for me to lie, I have nowhere else to go and no reason to harm anyone on this ship.”

“Kil? What do you think?” Wire said without turning away from you. You let out a surprised squeak as Killer emerged from the door, seemingly having been standing there quietly for who knows how long.

“She stinks of fear, but I don't think she's lying,” he replied, standing next to Wire with crossed arms.

“Kil, I'm sorry about the lipstick thing, I-” you started, before he raised a hand and cut you off.

“Save it, it's whatever,” he tutted, “but tell anyone else and you'll be begging for death.”

“I'd never tell anyone, I swear,” you replied, holding the bars as best you could with your bound hands. “I swear I'd never betray anyone on this crew. I want to be here, I do, I promise. Just let me out of here, I'll prove you can trust me.”

“Mm,” Killer hummed, before turning and leaving without another word, an equally silent Wire in tow, leaving you confused and fearful of your future on this ship. You curled back up in bed, hugging your stuffie close to your chest, trying your best not to cry.

“Wanna explain why you've been scenting her, Heat?” Killer accused, sitting at the round table in the navigation room with the other three commanders.

“You did what?” Kid growled, “what, she suck your dick or something? Why are you making a claim on her?”

“No… yes…” Heat admitted, “she's nice okay? She seemed so genuine, and she asked for a blanket that smelt like me, ask her yourself. She wanted me to scent her”

“So she did suck your dick?” Kid laughed, “you're as weak to a woman as ever, Heat. Don't think she's gonna let you claim her just because she smells like you.”

“It's not like that,” Heat huffed, “besides, she practically extended an invitation for any of us to fuck her. God forbid I do something as innocent as scent her.”

“You know full well it's not innocent,” Wire jeered, “but I do agree that she seems to be genuine.”

“So what, we're believing this other world bullshit?” Kid asked.

“The iron isn't burning her wrists, and she had no problem sticking her arm outside of the cage barrier,” Wire noted, “I don't think she's a witch or a demon. We know she doesn't have a devil fruit. I don't think there's any other good explanations for how she got here or how she knows so much about us”

“At the very least, she seems to believe it's the truth,” Killer added, “and she hasn't shown any aggression towards the crew. I don't know if we have any reason to keep her locked up. If what she's saying is true, then she has insider information on our future that could prove useful. At the very least she's more useful to us alive.”

“I don't trust her,” Kid grumbled, “I'll probably still fuck her, but I don't trust her.”

“So let me take on the responsibility,” Heat suggested, “I'll keep an eye on her”

“You just wanna get her in your bed so you can get more scent on her,” Wire rolled his eyes, “I saw the stuffed animal, already bringing her courting gifts, I know you're just itching to get her in your hoard”

“Shut up!” Heat huffed, a vibrant red flushing on his face, “you're just jealous she didn't say she dreams about you a lot! It's not my fault she likes me better!”

“Snake,” Wire spat.

“Bull-headed cunt!” Heat shouted back.

“Will you knuckleheads shut the fuck up and let me think?” Kid growled. Wire and Heat quickly quietened down, a slight blush still evident on Heat's cheeks as he considered adding you to his treasure collection. “Heat, you can have your whore, but if she puts one foot out of place I'll crush her fucking skull. And if I catch you acting all possessive I'm taking your toy away, she ain't yours, don't let her get in your head. She has till Sabody to prove herself, if she turns out to be full of shit we'll sell her to an auction house while we're there. At least then we'll get back what we spent feeding the bitch”

“Aye aye captain,” Heat stood excitedly, eager to get you out of the cell.

“Oi, Heat,” Killer barked before Heat had a chance to leave, “I know you know what I'm about to say; don't fucking try it, understand? Like Kid said, she's not yours to claim, so don't fucking try it.”

Heat knew exactly what Killer was referring to and grumbled in annoyance. “I wasn't gonna…” he mumbled like a scolded child.

“Oh come off it, like you haven't had a clutch ready to go since she came on board,” Killer huffed, “I can smell it from here, don't fucking try it.”

“Fine! Whatever!” Heat yelled.

“And take her to House tomorrow,” he continued, “if you're gonna make her your fucktoy you better not get her knocked up the old fashioned way either. And have her tested, if she's so desperate to be the ship whore she better be fuckin’ clean.”

“Roger that,” Heat grumbled, almost slamming the door behind him as he hurried out of the navigation room.

“He's gonna try it,” Wire noted.

“Hundred berri he tries it in less than two weeks,” Kid added.

“One week,” Wire replied.

“One month,” Killer bet, having at least a tiny bit more confidence in Heat's ability to hold off.

You heard Heat's hurried footsteps before you saw him, the creaking of the ladder-stairs as he descended them and practically skipped into the room. “Someone's got a pep in their step today,” you noted, “come for another taste or what?”

“Even better!” Heat smiled as he fumbled with the keys on his belt, “Kid said you can come out, just gotta stay by my side so I can keep an eye on ya”

“Oh, okay!” You stood up quickly, gathering up your blankets and stuffie, but not yet picking them up since you still had cuffs on, “oh, does that mean I'll be staying with you?”

“Yup!” Heat replied a little too eagerly, opening the cell door and fiddling with the keys again to find the one for your restraints. You held up your wrists for him and he removed the cuffs, letting you properly stretch your arms for the first time in several days. Heat grabbed the blankets and bundled them up in his arms, leaving you to grab the pillow and stuffed snake thing. “Come on, I'll show you my room!” He said excitedly.

You followed him obediently as he led you back up to the main deck, unsurprisingly followed by multiple sets of curious eyes, though this time a few of them were noticeably scrunching their noses, like they'd caught a bad smell. You chalked it up to having had no shower in what must have been a week, and made a mental note to ask Heat for a chance to bathe. He led you up two flights of external stairs, one that led to the covered area that held the cannons, the second up to the stern castle, which looked a lot like an actual castle. Strangely, despite being on a mostly wooden ship, the stern castle was made of light grey brickwork, with green, torn fabric draped over the slightly sloped roof section, and arched, ornate windows scattered around the main floor. The entire stern castle was surrounded in a thin deck, with a single arched door at the front leading inside. You followed Heat in, finding yourself in a small hall with a single door and staircase to your left, and more doors to the right as the hall bent around a central section in a U shape, presumably circling the base of the mizzenmast that protruded from the stern castle. There was also an exceptionally tall ladder directly in line with the entry door that disappeared into the ceiling, which Heat explained cut through the next floor and went all the way to the deck on top of the stern castle.

Heat opened the first door on the right, that same familiar scent of weed and musk you'd grown accustomed to hitting you like a truck. The room was a little dark, with fabric pinned over the windows like permanently shut curtains, blocking out any daylight from entering. He made no move to turn on an overhead light, but there was a string of fairy lights hung around the entire circumference of the room, towards the top of the walls, that gave the room a soft, romantic lighting. The room was messy, with a large bed that seemed like a king size but longer, presumably to account for his height, pushed against the wall the door was on. Opposite it was a small indoor greenhouse setup, with several shelves holding what you assumed to be weed plants behind frosted plastic, condensation making the plastic wet on the inside. There was a short set of drawers to your left, and a side table with a bong on it next to the bed, but other than that, what surprised you the most about the room was the sheer amount of stuffed animals.

They were everywhere, littering every corner and every surface in tall stacks, stuffies of every size and shape, lining the long side of his bed along the wall and stacked in a tall pile in the corner of it. It was frankly fucking adorable, and you couldn't help but let a little giggle out. You threw yourself on the bed, letting the mountain of stuffies all fall on you and cover you in a great avalanche, a riot of giggles coming from under the pile as you kicked your feet gleefully. If you'd been able to see Heat's face, you would have known you'd made a mistake in being so enthusiastic. You'd unknowingly just made something possessive click in his brain, compounding yourself into his prized hoard, making yourself one of his treasures.

His form shifted before he could stop himself, legs changing to a long tail, covered in dark dusty pink scales, wrapped with deep red-brown thorn line markings, much like his tattoos. His canines grew to fangs, his nails to sharp black claws, and from his hair emerged two large horns that curled slightly inwards at the ends, black at the base then transitioning to dusty pink and bright fushia at the tips. The end of this tail flicked and shut the door, the sound prompting you to finally emerge from the mountain of stuffed animals with a final laugh that was cut short as you took sight of him.

Raised up on his tail, he very nearly hit the tall ceiling, looming over you as he slithered closer. Your first instinct was to scream, but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to do it, too enamoured with the way his scales were almost iridescent where the light caught them. Your back was forced flat to the bed as he moved to tower over you, the base of his tail pressed between your legs as his arms supported himself on either side of your torso, your chest heaving with half fearful, half aroused breaths.

“You okay?” He asked curiously, raising a brow as he smelt your fear scenting the air, his senses elevated in this form. “You're acting like you've never seen a Wyrm. Do you not have my kind where you come from?”

“No, we most certainly do not,” you breathed heavily, “a …wyrm, you said? Like a dragon?”

“I'm surprised, most people would say ‘like a snake?’, which is frankly highly offensive,” he joked, “did the manga in your world not say I was a wyrm?”

“No but… it also never explained how you breathed fire,” you admitted, your eyes travelling down now to the base of his tail, noticing the slit between the scales where his dick would usually be. It made sense, Heat was not a character a lot was known about, and the world of One Piece held all sorts of strange species. It explained why he could breathe fire, though there was the chance still that this was a zoan type devil fruit. The way he talked about it made it sound like a somewhat common thing here, so perhaps it was just a species not really shown in the manga. Your eyes travelled again and noticed his fangs and his pretty horns, and you couldn't help but reach up and touch the pink tips, wondering if they were as sharp as they looked. Not sharp enough to draw blood, you discovered, but they would certainly hurt if he headbutted someone. “So pretty,” you mused. You understood now what the stuffie he'd lent you was, and it was all the more adorable that he'd given you one that looked like him.

“You're not afraid of me like this?” He asked hesitantly. Even those familiar with his kind tended to be anxious around him like this, he was large and dangerous looking, it was a natural response.

“Should I be?” You replied plainly, fiddling with the strings on his corset style top. He lifted himself to remove it, and you could see now that his nipples were pierced, which didn't surprise you in the least. You openly ogled his bare torso, so very well sculpted, running your hand down the center of his chest.

“You're part of my hoard now, I'm only ever gonna protect you,” he said softly, leaning down and brushing his nose against the crook of your neck. You didn't mean to but a quiet whimper escaped you as his fangs brushed against your pulse point, the threat of his bite making you a little horny. He could smell it, your growing arousal, and made a deep rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest, entirely pleased at the sweet smell that now overwhelmed the previous scent of fear. He looked and sounded dangerous, but it only added to his allure, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him, dragging your core against his tail with a needy whine. You knew what you were, you knew you had secret desires to fuck monsters, you'd seen parts of the internet your parents would disown you for. This strange new form catered so well to those primal desires, arousal building quickly as you watched the light catch against his fangs. The growling sounded again, this time accompanied by movement between your legs. You pushed him off you slightly to look, eyes widening as you watched two vibrantly pink appendages, tapered to dull points and lined along the undersides with bumps, emerge from the slit on his tail. You realised with a gasp what you were looking at. Two of them, oh fuck there were two of them. This world was the fucking best, you should have gotten hit by a bus years ago.

“Is this okay?” He asked, watching you stare at his two cocks, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He didn't often show this form, let alone to women he hoped to bed.

“Heat, I mean this in the most genuine way possible,” you replied, fire pooling at your core, “fuck me, please”

“Are.. are you sure?” He asked, sitting back on his tail, feeling a little unsure of himself. Once again his low self-esteem told him this was a trick, he'd always had trouble accepting compliments at face value, especially since receiving his Glasgow smile.

“Why would I not be?” You asked him, cupping his face and running a thumb over his scarred cheek, he looked as though he might cry any moment. Sweet soft boy, this was why you loved Heat so much. You couldn't understand his unease though; he was massive, ripped with muscles, incredibly cool and scary in a way that made you hot with those fangs and horns. His tail was beautiful, you wanted to touch it, not to mention his two cocks that looked even thicker and longer than his human dick. Why would you not want him? “Heat, are you okay? You seem nervous. Am I being too forward?”

“It's just… I don't usually… show this side of myself to women,” he admitted, “unless I'm paying them… I'm scary enough as it is in my human form”

“Oh Heat,” you cooed, understanding now his anxiety, “you're beautiful, and incredibly sexy. Can I touch you?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, laying back against the mattress next to you as you guided him to relax with gentle motions. You sat up to reach more of him, running your finger down his well sculpted abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on his skin until your hand met the spot where his scales began. The scales were smoother than you expected, even if you moved against the grain you didn't catch the edges of the tightly knit scales, though there was a pleasant bumpiness to them. You wondered how it would feel to slide against them, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought.

He whimpered a little as your hand ran down his tail, feeling the smooth scales under your palm, considerably hotter to the touch than you expected. You wondered if he'd ever been touched like this; if he'd only ever been with women in this form when they were paid, perhaps nobody had ever taken the time to truly explore this form. You moved slowly, running your hands over his entire tail, hearing his small whines as you played with the tapered tip that flicked a little as you touched it. Curiously you brought it to your mouth, and he groaned as you ran your tongue over it, draping an arm over his face as he flushed bright pink.

“Ah- ah- sensitive-” he whined, the tip of his tail almost vibrating in your hand. You took it in your mouth and he gasped, his chest heaving as you sucked on the tip of his tail. He was breathing heavily as you let him go, and you stripped off your clothes before straddling his tail, pressing your wet core against his scales. “You can- you can ride me if you want,” he said shyly through heavy breaths.

“Do you want me to ride you, Heat?” You asked mischievously, “Do you want me to use your tail however I like?”

“Yes, yes,” he whined, “use me however you want princess, please”

You shuffled to get a little more comfortable before you pressed down hard and began to grind against him, the strange new texture feeling surprisingly good against your cunt, slick transfering to his tail and lubricating your movements and you rolled your hips against him. You immediately struggled to hold back your moans, having been throbbing with need at the mere sight of those two proud cocks that sat in front of you and the way he whimpered at every delicate touch you gave him, immensely relieved at finally getting some much needed friction. He sat up a little, supporting himself with one hand while the other held your hip, helping you find more pressure as you grinded on him. Heat's eyes were wide as he watched you enjoy his tail, never in his life had anyone used him in this way, your juices glistening against his iridescent scales as the wet patch grew larger with every roll. His cocks were twitching as he watched you, his eyes almost black from how blown out his pupils were. Precum leaked from his cocks just watching you pleasure yourself with his body. Heat thought you looked unbearably beautiful like that, lost in your pleasure on top of his tail, a shining jewel worthy of his collection. Never had he thought a woman would accept him like this, and yet somehow you seemed turned on by it, a fact he couldn't wrap his head around but certainly wasn't complaining about.

“Hnng, feels good~” you mewled, grinding faster as you felt that coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. Just having the opportunity to play with a beast like Heat was making you hotter, his tail slapping excitedly against the mattress behind you as your orgasm drew close. You looked down at his two cocks, twitching with need in front of you, noticing now the way the piercings on his human form seemed split between them, with two ladders in the higher shaft, and the remaining ladder and tip on the lower, though being that he no longer had defined heads to his cocks, the tip piercing was considerably lower down his shaft. There were swollen bumps along the underside of each that you had no doubt would feel incredible inside you, the bases of each shaft incredibly thick and tapering to the pointed tips, comparable to tentacles. Precum beaded at the tips and rolled down the undersides, your eyes following the beads as they travelled, making you unconsciously lick your lips. They were not unlike the dildo you had back home, and your moans grew harsh just looking at them and considering what one would feel like inside you, knowing you surely couldn't take both, and suddenly your coil was snapping violently, gushing your release over his tail and shaking on top of him as you struggled to stay upright.

You gave him a crooked, fucked out smile as his tail supported your back, still twitching a little in the afterglow of your orgasm. You slid yourself backwards, leaving a wet trail along his tail as you shuffled down it, until you were far back enough to lean down and run a tongue against his lower cock, taking the other in your hand. They were almost scaldingly hot to the touch, but it didn't deter you from running your tongue up one then the other, playing with them with your tongue, like a greedy child with two icecreams.

“They're so big,” you purred, “how am I gonna fit them inside me?”

“I can warm you up,” he offered, “with.. um.. with my tail. If you want.” He'd always wanted to penetrate someone with his tail, but given how scared people usually were he hadn't ever dared to suggest it. He had a feeling though, given your enthusiasm for this form, that perhaps you would be willing.

You looked up at him wide eyed, was he really offering to fuck you with his tail? “Oh fuck yes,” you replied eagerly, arching your back so your pussy was more exposed behind you. You felt the movement underneath you as his tail curled and shifted, until the tip was brushing against your bare cunt. “Hnng, yes, fuck. Fuck me with your tail Heat~”

You both whined as his tail rubbed against your pussy, searching for the entrance, successfully finding it and sliding in. Heat was slow and careful, he'd never tried this before but he knew his tail was sensitive, so he'd wanted to try this for a while. It didn't feel as good as getting his dick wet, but it was pleasant and sent shivers through him as he felt your gummy walls squeezing around him. You licked at the tips of his cocks, holding them together to take both ends into your mouth at once, moaning around them as his tail pressed in further and began to stretch your cunt, thrusting in and out slowly. You switched your focus to one cock, still servicing the other with your hand, bobbing your head at the same pace as his tail was pumping into you. You couldn't hope to take all of him in this form, his girth far too much at the base for your lips, but you could get a good two thirds in before the corners of your mouth stung too much from the stretch.

He pushed his tail into you further, getting it close to the girth of his cock, getting you used to the stretch. He didn't want to get you entirely stretched out, he wanted to feel your tight cunt struggling to take him when you finally sunk down on him. His tail curled inside you, focusing on your sweet spots, making you vibrate his dick with your sweet moans until you let his cock go with a pop. “Ahh, gonna cum, fuck,” you whined, your hands pumping his two cocks in a messy unfocused pattern as he fucked you faster and a second orgasm ripped through you, juices dripping down Heat's tail.

“Want- want your cock,” you whimpered, practically collapsing on him. You had hoped to ride him while you held those pretty horns but you simply didn't have it in you anymore, your legs turned to jelly and shaking.

Heat rolled you gently until your back was against the mattress, your thighs wrapping around him as he laid on top of you, hooking your ankles together behind where his ass would be. You felt his cocks heavy against your abdomen as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen, his delicate human treasure. “Please,” you whined, feeling unbearably empty without his tail in you.

“Shh, I'm gonna give you what you want, my jewel,” he cooed, reaching between your bodies to position his lower cock, the thin tip easily sliding inside as the higher one laid against your clit. You took most of him with ease, his tail having prepared you well, until he began to reach the thickest part of his cock and your cunt began to strain against the stretch. Heat groaned as he bullied himself into you, whispering praises as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix and making you wince. He withdrew a little, not wanting to hurt you, until the pain melted from your face.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he groaned, sliding back out slowly and pushing back in fast, making you practically scream. He made harsh thrusts, unable to restrain himself now that he was buried in your heat, grunting with each deep slide of his cock, the additional stimulation of his higher cock grinding against your clit with every thrust making you moan loud enough for the whole ship to hear. “Good girl, fuck, good girl,” Heat grunted, the wet squelch of his cock in your soaked cunt filling the small room. “Sweet little treasure, all mine, all fucking mine,” he growled, his speed picking up as his fingers left bruises on your hips, claws sinking in and pricking your skin. “So pretty, my jewel.”

“Ah, Heat, so good, so good,” you whined, making your own marks on him as your fingernails dug into his back. The way the base of his cock pressed hard against your g-spot with every deep thrust was making your coil pull tight again, a fucked out smile spread on your face and your mind entirely lost to the pleasure Heat was giving you. He felt your pussy flutter around him, incredibly aroused as he saw that grin on your face and the way your eyes were rolling, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

“Ahh fuck, gonna cum,” Heat whined, his pace turning desperate and erratic as he got lost watching your breasts bouncing, “so pretty, so fucking pretty, gonna cum”

“I wanna- I wanna be covered in it,” you moaned, reaching down to jerk off the cock that wasn't inside you. He made a sharp whine as you pumped him fast, your walls clamping down around him giving him the final push he needed to finish, doing his best to work you through your orgasm before he pulled out and held his cocks together, jerking himself off till impossibly hot cum shot out in ropes across your abdomen and breasts, your thighs squeezing tight around him as your body shook.

Heat collapsed next to you, his cocks slowly retreating back into his slit as you both panted hard. Your stomach was coated in his seed and you couldn't help but run your fingers through it, playing with it while your clit throbbed from overstimulation. “So hot,” you sighed between heavy breaths, “that felt so fucking good.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, my treasure,” Heat purred, rolling to his side and intertwining his tail with your legs. Heat felt unbelievably accepted and vulnerable in this moment, having never experienced such pleasures with a woman in his true form. He felt wholly accepted, the anxiety and fear of rejection he felt at the start entirely wiped away. “We should get you cleaned up though”

“Mmm, I could do with a shower,” you mused, making circles in the hot cum on your stomach with your index finger. Heat near purred at the way you willingly rubbed his scent into you by playing with his cum, only further adding to his possessiveness.

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Little Red Riding Reader

Werewolf!Killer x Reader x Huntsman!Kid

Warnings: MDNI!, noncon, knotting, dp, no holes barred, forced orgasms, virginity loss, breeding, forced pregnancy, dark themes

One minute you were on horseback, headed towards the small village that your grandmother resided in. The next, you were on the ground pinned under your horse, screaming for help. Something had spooked it, causing you both to fall. The horse was able to get up and sprint away. You were left on the ground with a broken leg. It was dark, your own fault for leaving too late. You couldn't see very far ahead of you, the only light coming from the full moon. You heard your horse scream in the distance, a noise that was choked off swiftly. Something was out here.

There was no way you could stand. You could feel your lower leg beginning to swell. Maybe you could pull yourself from the trail deeper into the woods to hide. If you could do that, and get away from whatever scared your horse, maybe you could make it til the morning, when people would surely be out and able to help. You sucked in a breath and dragged yourself by your elbows and good leg, crawling into the edge of the trees. You could feel your clothes snagging on branches and tearing. You bit your lip, trying to make as little noise as possible, but whines of pain and the labored breathing of your effort made it futile. You clawed at the ground, desperately trying to pull yourself under one of the larger bushes to hide. You made yourself as small as possible and curled up on the ground within the safety of he branches. Your hands covered your mouth and nose to muffle your breathing.

Something large was crashing through the brush. You heard branches snapping and loud snarling. The sniffing of the beast grew closer and you heart felt like it was beating so hard that the creature, whatever it was, would be able to hear it. You held your breath, silently praying to whoever would listen that the beast would move on and leave you alone. The sniping twigs seemed like they were right next to your head. The low growl of the creature was so close that you could imagine you felt the heat of its breath. You wouldn't even let yourself cry, for fear it would smell the tears.

It started to move away. Its fur brushed against the leaves of the bush you were hidden in. Without warning, there was a blistering pain in your leg. It was already broken and now it felt like the flesh was being torn from the bone, like hundreds of molten hot needles were sinking into the skin. The scream that ripped from your throat was cut short as you were dragged violently out of the bush and something heavy pressed on your windpipe.

There was a massive wolf above you, but it was much bigger than any wolf you'd ever seen before. Its fur was light in color and its eyes seemed to glow red. Why did it feel like the paw on your neck was choking you instead of stepping on you? The creature's muzzle dripped saliva as it sniffed you, and licked the blood from the wounds on your leg. Its tongue was long and hot and dragged up your body until it got to your face. You didn't realize how much of your clothing had been torn until you felt the wet saliva cooling your skin where the tongue had been.

In a moment of clarity, you gathered your legs under its belly and kicked as hard as you could. All that did was make it angry and make your hurt leg scream with pain. The paw was removed from your throat and was replaced with teeth digging into the skin. If you moved at all, they would pierce you. It seemed like the beast was toying with you. Why didn't its jaws snap closed on your neck already? Tears streamed down your face and your body shook with fear. A noise like a husky laugh left the creature's maw. You were so afraid, you must be imagining it.

In the blink of an eye, the weight was lifted from you and the wolf was gone. You didn't ask questions, you tugged yourself up to your good leg and started to hop away as fast as you could. You were doing well, too, until your foot caught a branch and you face-planted. Branches snapped behind you and you were too frozen by fear to turn. You hoped the wolf would bite the back of your neck and end your suffering.

"Are ya still alive, little lass?"

At the voice, you pushed yourself onto your back. There was the figure of a large man with an axe. Your eyes were fixated behind him, waiting for the beast to appear.

"Don't ya worry about the beastie. I took care of him."

The man bent down and picked you up a little rougher than you would have liked, and flung you over his shoulder. As he walked toward the trail, he passed a large bleeding shadow that you recognized as the wolf. You glanced at the axe to see blood dripping from it. He must have really taken care of the wolf as he said. Something heard your silent prayer it seemed.

The man brought you to a cabin not too far away. He probably heard your screams. They were certainly loud enough to reach this far. He took you down a flight of stairs, a basement maybe, and placed you on a bed. The man looked at your leg and brought some bandages to cover the wounds.

"Th-thank you," your mouth was dry and you were still shaking. You managed to get the words out. "My h-horse..."

"Sorry to tell ya but your horse is wolf food." The man continued, "It's okay though. This is my guest room. You can stay here as long as you need. " A smile touched the edges of his lips. You found it odd.

"I'm Y/N." You said. "I'll be fine. I can leave in the morning."

"Don't be so sure." He was grinning in a way that would have scared you more had you not already been shaken up. He patted the bandaged leg. "These injuries don't heal well." As he went back up the stairs, he called back, "Call me Eustass."

On the bed, there was a nicely folded nightie. Did he put that there or had it been there already? You must not have seen him put it there. How would he know he would have a guest? Why did he have that in the first place, though? He was handsome in a burly way, you could imagine that he may be the type that had guests often. You left it there. It would make you uncomfortable to put it on in someone else's home, even if your own clothes were shredded in places. You got under the sheets to stay warm but your leg throbbed and kept you awake for some time.

When you awoke, Eustass was sitting on the stairs, watching you. A grin split his face when he noticed your eyes were open. He came over to you. Now that there was light, you could see how massive he was, and he had bright red hair. His amber eyes raked over your body and he picked up the nightie.

"Didn't wanna put this on?"

"I- it felt strange."

"Put it on." He looked at you intently. "It's rude not to oblige someone when you're a guest in their home, especially when they saved your life."

You swallowed and stared at him. What?

"If ya can't do it yourself, I'll help ya." He grabbed the front of your shirt and ripped it off you, and did the same with your bottoms.

"Stop!" You kicked at him and instantly cried out when you made contact. You forgot about your injury.

He laughed. "Oh I can't wait to hear more of that." He cut through the center of your bra with a small hunting knife that you didn't notice before. He made a sound of approval as your tits were freed.

You clamped your thighs together as he ran has hand down your center, toying with the fabric of your panties. Tears started to form.

"I like these on." He left them alone and tossed the nightie to you harshly. "Ya better be wearing it when I come back."

Your voice shook. "What are you g-gonna do to me?"

"Nothin ya won't enjoy... eventually." He laughed again as he left.

You were in more trouble than you thought. You threw the nightie over your head, just to have something to cover you. It barely had substance. You might as well be naked. You tugged the sheets over you. The tears flowed freely now. There was no way you could get out of this. There was one exit and you were sure he either locked it or was watching it. He probably wanted you to try to escape so he could treat you more roughly. Would it be better if you told him you were a virgin, or would that only stir him up more? He didn't seem like the type to be gentle.

The door opened and Eustass appeared, followed by another man. Your heart dropped. This man was almost equally as large, though leaner. They were going to rip you in half if both of them took you. You felt lightheaded, as if you were going to pass out.

"Good girl. Ya listened." Eustass put his finger under the thin strap of the nightie. "Ya picked a nice one, Killer."

He was talking to the other man. That was his name? Killer? That didn't bode well for you. The second man had long, full, sand-colored hair and wore only jeans, with a tuft of the same color hair poking out from the waist. Across his torso, there looked to be a freshly healing scar.

"If I h-had known this is w-what you would do, I would have let the wolf eat me." You pulled your knees into your chest, attempting to mentally leave your body.

The second man, Killer, laughed. "He still might."

His laugh sounded familiar, husky, distinct. Before you could think about it too much, Eustass started unbuckling his belt. You turned away and heard the metal buckle hit the floor. A hand grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him.

"Look at me. I want to see that cute face."

You were forced to look at him grinning down at you. Then he pushed the back of your head until you were face to face with his cock. It was still half flaccid and already intimidating. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you would pass out.

"P-please don't do this." You weren't above begging. Tears were streaming down your face. "I'll do anything else. Please."

Eustass seemed to consider it, glancing back at Killer. "Fine."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you."

"Suck him off," Eustass pointed his thumb back to Killer.

"Wh-what?" You went cold. "But you said I c-could do something else."

He pet your hair condescendingly. "Yeah. Ya we're going to suck my cock, and now ya can suck his instead. See? I'm nice like that."

You looked at your knees as you knelt on the edge of the bed, questioning where you went wrong.

"Darlin' don't be scared." The other man spoke. "Be sweet for me. I don't wanna hurt you."

Killer leaned down to grab your hands and put them on the waist of his jeans.

"Go on, then. You're a big girl. You know what to do."

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. If you complied, maybe they would let you go. You didn't want to be killed, or worse, kept. Your hands looked so small next to him as you tugged his jeans down. You were expecting to find another layer before you were confronted with his cock, but that was not so. It bobbed in front of your face. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about it, just pretend that it wasn't happening.

You shyly opened your mouth and moved forward, lips coming into contact with the head. A salty taste hit your tongue as you took him in your mouth. You knew you were to move your head and keep your teeth off, but that was as far as your knowledge went.

He grabbed the back of your head by the hair and pushed you down farther on his cock until you choked and gagged. You pulled away coughing.

"Use your hand, too. Don't act like you've never done this before, you little slut."

You refused to meet his gaze, face heating up fiercely.

He laughed his husky laugh. "You have sucked dick before, right?"

You shook your head ever so slightly, tears reappearing at the corners of your eyes.

A more boisterous, loud laugh rang out from behind you. "Yer kidding me. Killer, ya picked up a virgin?" He laughed again. "Yer lucky, girlie. We're great teachers. Ain't that right Kil?"

"You're in good hands, pup."

What a weird choice in words. You shivered in the skimpy outfit they made you wear and your leg throbbed.

"Relax, lass. I'll have ya off that leg in a minute. In fact, I'll hold it on my shoulder for ya. How's that?"

You felt the bed dip behind you, but dared not look. You didn't want to know what Eustass had between his legs. You were sure you couldn't take him even half-hard. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them up so that you were on all fours.

Eustass brought his hand down on your leg, shoving his fingers in any tooth holes he could find, squeezing it until you cried out, which didn't take much. The second your mouth opened, Killer took his opportunity to shove his cock back into your throat. Maybe if you made him cum, he wouldn't get it up again to fuck you. You put more effort into it, trying your best not to gag.

"Hm? You like it now, pup? That's right. Good girl. Nice and deep." Killer groaned.

Suddenly you felt a thumb press into your slit, rubbing over the panties. It made you squeal in surprise. You couldn't say anything to tell him to stop, mouth full of dick, not that he would listen anyway. You pressed your thighs together. You heard Eustass spit behind you.

"Keep pressing those pretty thighs together for me."

You felt something slip between your thighs. An arm? No. To your horror, you realized it was his erection. He moved it in and out of your thighs, rubbing it up against your slit. You felt your panties get wetter the more he rubbed. It was hard to concentrate on what was going on when you were so focused on not gagging. Killer put both hands on your head, gripping your hair and forcing your head to stay down as he fucked your mouth.

"Sorry, darlin'. Can't help myself when your sweet lips feel this good wrapped around me." Killer moaned. "Swallow it all now, little one."

The same salty taste poured into the back of your throat, nearly suffocating you with its stickiness. You thought you would pass out until he finally took his cock from your mouth. Snot, drool, and tears stained your face. You gasped for air and nearly gagged as the rest of his seed clung to the sides of your throat. You coughed, trying to clear it so you could breathe.

Eustass held your hips in a bruising grip, fucking your thighs at a pace that had you very concerned about what he was going to do to your cunt. You cried out as a hand fell heavily against your backside. The larger man rutted his cock against you with increasing fervor. You felt your panties be pulled to the side, exposing your pussy. You tried to pull away from his grip out of fear. There was no way you could take him.

"Don't move like that or it might accidentally slip in." He said in a taunting voice.

You whimpered but stayed completely still as the tip of his cock abruptly pressed between your labia. It didn't go any further, but you felt something hot and wet coat you and drip onto your thighs. Eustass pulled your panties back in place and rubbed them into the mess he had made so that they were uncomfortably wet and sticky.

They didn't let you have a break, swiftly flipping you on your back. Killer replaced Eustass between your legs. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. What was he going to do if he wasn't hard anymore? Killer pushed your thighs apart further and lowered his face between them, taking in a deep breath. He looked like he was practically drooling.

"Wha- What're you doing? Don't do that!"

"No need to be embarrassed. Gotta get you ready. We don't want to break our new toy so soon."

You strained your neck watching Killer lick between your folds through the fabric of your panties, squirming at the foreign feeling. Killer had a firm grip of your thighs, not allowing you to pull away from him. Your view was soon blocked by Eustass straddling you. His golden eyes stared down at you like a predator with his prey. It made you shiver. The grin splitting his face brought tears to your eyes.

"If ya think cryin will get ya out of anything yer mistaken." He laughed and slid his hands under the silk of the nightie you wore. "A virgin and great tits. Mmph Killer ya have outdone yerself."

Eustass tweaked your nipples harshly, causing you to yelp. That seemed to spur him on, grabbing you with more force. His limp dick was still leaking cum onto your chest where it rested. Every so often it would twitch, like it would become hard at any second. At the same time, you felt your panties tear. You barely had time to register it before you felt link you were being licked once more. An involuntary gasp pried past your lips as you felt the tongue push past your labia and into your entrance.

"Stop! Don't lick there!" You weren't sure about the feeling and it felt wrong for a tongue to be inside you. "It- feels weird."

"Baby, if you'd rather have cock just say so", Killer teased.

"No! I want to leave! Please let me go!" Fresh tears coated your face.

Your pleading and tears seemed to have the opposite effect on Eustass, whose erection was growing by the second.

"You're sick! You know that?" You yelled at the man looming above you.

"Keep telling me how sick I am, lass. I like that shit."

He pushed up the nightie and spit between your breasts, smearing it with his hand. He snickered and dropped his heavy cock onto your sternum, grabbing your tits and holding them together around it. He thrust between them, the tip reaching as far as your face. You turned away and he gripped your hair, roughly turning you to face him.

"Open yer mouth."

Your lip trembled and you were unable to open your mouth until Killer forced it open with a moan. At that moment, his tongue felt a lot deeper than it had been a second earlier. Your cheeks burned red, mortified that a noise of that nature was forced from you by these brutes.

Eustass seized that opportunity to force your mouth wider and slide the glans past your lips. It was only the tip and your lips were stretched tight around him. The only silver lining was that it muffled any other noises you might have made. Eustass continued to thrust between your breasts and into your mouth while Killer was determined to taste every inch of you. His tongue was unrelenting as it bullied into you and it only stopped when he turned his attention to your clit. Your eyes went wide as he licked and sucked it, never having experienced that feeling.

"Oi, Killer, keep doin whatever yer doin. I think she likes that."

Your protests were muffled and you stopped as soon as you realized Eustass was enjoying the vibrations on his dick. A warmth formed in your lower belly and something there felt like it was being twisted into knots. It was such a strange feeling and you weren't sure if you should run from it or go towards it. The feeling intensified when you felt something slide inside you. Something moved in and out of you, pressing into an area that that made you unconsciously buck under Eustass's weight. You didn't know what was coming over you. A wave of heat passed through your body and it arched against your will as something happened that you couldn't explain. You didn't even realize that Eustass had pulled his cock out of your mouth until you heard your own voice crying out. You were ashamed and embarrassed that you were getting pleasure out of this ordeal. How was that possible when you didn't want any of it?

Something salty and warm hit your face and dripped into your mouth while you were still reeling from your first orgasm. Your hands were gripping the sheets, but uncurled to wipe whatever it was from your face.

"Meant to get it all in yer mouth, but I wanted to hear ya cum."

You shook your head. "N-no! I didn't! I didn't."

He laughed loudly again. "Oh, sweetheart, yes you did. Came right on Killer's fingers."

Eustass moved off you and Killer leaned over you, bringing his fingers to your mouth.

"Taste yourself," Killer prompted, before becoming impatient and shoving his fingers in your mouth. "Suck."

You did as he commanded, all the while trying to project yourself out of your body. You didn't miss that Killer's cock was hard again, and he certainly would want to use something other than your mouth.

"Ya wanna take her ass or cunt?"

"Tough choice."

You felt like you were about to pass out again. "No! Not there. Please not there." Bile rose in your throat.

"Your choice, lass. Ya can have one in each hole or ya can have us both in yer cunt."

All the hope you had of avoiding any of this was swiftly snuffed out. You had seen both of them fully erect. Just one of them would rip you, so to take both at once was out of the question.

Your lip quivered as you answered. "First one."

"Uh-uh. Say it," Killer ordered.

You looked down shamefully. "O-one in my- my front and one in m-my back."

"Say ya want us to fuck yer ass and yer cunt." Eustass grinned.

"I can't."

"Say it or I'm gonna make it hurt."

You began to sob. "I want y-you to f-fuck me in my- in my- ass and my c-c-cunt." You covered your face with your hands as you cried into them.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it, lass?" He nodded to Killer.

The blonde man replaced his fingers in your pussy, adding another as he did so. Your knees pulled together at the uncomfortable stretch. He held one of your thighs almost to your chest while he worked you open with his fingers.

"You say you don't want it but you're so fucking wet. I think you like it. Maybe if you're a good girl, we'll keep you. You have nice, wide hips. I bet you'd look so good with a big, round belly."

He cursed under his breath as he pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his cock against you. His, now free, hand went to your other thigh and pushed that one to your chest as well. Then he sank his cock slowly between your folds. The burning stretch brought more tears to your eyes. You sucked in a breath to stifle the pain, yet a pathetic mewl still came from you, to the delight of your captors.

"That's right darlin'. Keep whining for me," Killer leaned down to growl in your ear.

At least he was merciful enough to start slow. That didn't last long. Soon, he was pressing his full weight into you and fucking you at a blistering pace. It hurt, yet there was a pleasure there too. He pressed his thumb into your clit, trying to force another orgasm out of you.

"Why don't ya relax? Let go. We can take real good care of ya if ya let us," Eustass taunted.

Killer pulled out briefly to flip you back on all fours. Eustass pulled you on top of him as Killer slid his cock back into you. As Killer fucked into you, Eustass grabbed at your breasts and forced his mouth against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hair, preventing you from pulling away or catching your breath. He ripped the nightie away from your body. He was unrelenting as he bit your lip, your neck, your breasts. He liked making you squeal. You weren't even sure if you were crying out from the pain of his bites, or Killer beating up your cervix with his thick shaft.

"Put yer hand on my cock. Feel how hard ya make me." Eustass took one of your hands and guided it to his shaft, helping you jerk himself off. "Tell me where ya want it."

You shook your head.

Eustass repeated his command and brought his hand to your throat. "Don't piss me off, sweetheart. I can make it hurt worse than it already will."

You gasped trying to take in a breath past his grip. "I w-w-want it in my- my..." You were starting to devolve into sobs again and you clawed at his hand to pry it off.

Suddenly your head was jerked back by Killer grabbing your hair. "What is it, pup? You want my fat cock there instead? C'mon, now, tell us."

"Just get it over with!" You desperately pleaded. "Put it wherever you want! I don't care anym-"

Your voice was cut off as Eustass squeezed your throat again. This time he gripped it so tightly that you couldn't make a sound. The edges of your vision turned black and the blackness spread inward. Your head flopped forward as you gradually became unconscious. Vaguely, you felt him release you.

"Alright, Killer, quit playin' around. Finish what ya started."

Your vision was blurry as you gasped for air. Strangely, you felt your cunt tighten. The breath on your back grew hotter and saliva dripped on your skin. There was a sharp pain on your hips, like claws digging in to the flesh, and you swore you felt blood drip down your body. You grit your teeth in pain. Your cunt wasn't getting tighter, Killer's cock was getting bigger. How was that possible? An animalistic growl reverberated against your back. It didn't sound human.

Abruptly, you were rag-dolled around until Eustass pinned your back to his chest by slipping his arms under your thighs and pulling them apart. You screamed in agony as your broken leg shifted in the process. Then, your eyes settled to the sand-colored abomination in front of you. It was the wolf that had attacked you, except it was Killer, too. This wasn't possible. There was a fresh scar where Eustass had gotten him with the axe. This was all a set up. This was their plan all along.

The werewolf leaned down and slid its slimy tongue from your cunt to your neck, then stuffed it down your throat to stifle your screams when he resheathed his leaking tip back inside you. Even its penis was no longer fully human. It was no wonder it felt like it was growing inside you. He was at least a half a size larger than he was when you saw him before. Eustass's grip prevented you from shutting your legs and getting any sort of relief from the tearing pain Killer caused you. And Eustass's erection was prodding into your backside, as if he was threatening to shove it in at any moment. They were going to rip you in half after all. The pain was causing blackness to tickle the edges of your vision again.

Eustass used one of his hands to rub your clit as Killer's massive clawed hands took over holding your legs apart. You heard that same eerie laugh come from his maw. That pressure from before lingered in your lower belly and tightened with every thrust that Killer made. How could your body betray you like this?

"Your cunt is so tight and wet. I can feel it milking me." The Killer-creature's voice was distorted. "It's begging to be filled with my cum. I'm going to breed you full of my pups."

"No! Please don't. N-not inside."

Eustass laughed darkly behind you. "If ya want to live, ya better beg him to bear his pups. Otherwise this ends messy." The man nipped at your ear. "The whole pack will have a turn with ya, but they always fight and end up tearing the poor girls limb from limb. Why d'ya think we're so good at this? We've had lots of practice."

The situation was impossible. Every ending involved you suffering. Maybe if you played along like they wanted, they would ease up like they said they would. If their goal was to break you down, it was working. You decided that this was the way you would survive.

"Try again, little one," Killer sneered.

"Breed me, please! Fill me with your cum. I promise I'll carry your- your p-pups. Just let me live!"

Hearing your own words was having an effect on your body, making you feel hot. The beast growled in pleasure and bit you hard on the neck. You felt pain as the sharp teeth punctured your skin and you felt the blood drip along your skin. Killer lapped up the blood with the flat of his tongue. The pain you were feeling had dulled somewhat, though you didn't notice right away. The only thing you noticed was your own pleasure growing as he fucked into you.

"M'gonna pump you full and you're gonna cum on my cock. Understand?"

You nodded, unable to speak, unexpectedly swallowed whole by the pleasure you were now feeling. The way he was grinding his hips into you sent you over the edge. You felt your walls tighten and flutter around him and you let out a guttural cry as you came hard on his cock. He made something akin to a howl as you felt something hot fill your belly and leak from the sides of your cunt. Then you felt that growing sensation again, stretching your pussy out. You expected him to pull out but he flipped you so you rested against his chest. You moved to readjust yourself but found you were stuck.

"Killer's gonna hold ya still with that knot while I have my fun. Ya didn't forget what ya wanted me to do, did ya? Killer got to fuck ya full in that virgin pussy and now I get to do the same with this pretty little asshole."

Killer held your wrists and pinned them to your back in a bear hug. Your eyes about crossed when Eustass slid a spit-coated finger into your ass. You were ashamed that, past the pain of insertion, the pressure of it against Killer's cock filling your cunt felt sort of good.

"See I told ya if ya were a good girl, we would take care of ya."

You flinched as he added another finger and massaged them in and out of the muscular ring. He added a third, which had you squirming to get away, but Killer's knot held you down just as well as his grip. Tears fell down your cheeks and you gritted your teeth as you felt him press the tip against you. It hurt. Your cunt being abused for the first time was one thing, but this was another level. You cried out as he pushed deeper.

"Sorry, lass. Ya cumming on Killer twice has me a wee bit jealous. I'm impatient." Eustass sheathed his full erection in your ass with some help from his spit and the cum leaking from your cunt. "Fuck I wish ya could see how stretched out ya are, taking both of us at the same time."

Eustass started to move, making the burning, sore pain more evident. Hot breath hit your face as Killer licked the tears from your cheeks. It felt like you were being split in two, yet at the same time your clit was being pressed into Killer's abdomen and every thrust from Eustass into your ass was making it rub against him in the best way.

It wasn't long before you were crying out in pleasure instead of pain. Eustass was railing your asshole and Killer's knot had even deflated just enough so that he could rock within your walls. There was a molten ball of pleasure building in your core, burning so hot you didn't care what was happening to you. All you wanted to do was to reach it.

Eustass gripped your asscheeks and pounded into you. You felt your cunt squeeze and twitch around Killer. The pressure inside you was building and every thrust was sending you closer to unleashing it. Now they were both fucking into you in a matching rhythm. Killer's cum was coating the inside of your thighs as his knot deflated. They were rubbing against your sweet spot and bringing you so close. You bit down on Killer's chest and screamed into it as your orgasm was unleashed. A gush of liquid splattered against Killer's abdomen and made sinful squelching noises as Eustass chased his own release.

"Oh fuck, ya little slut. Ya squirted. Fuck. I knew ya wanted it. It's like ya were made to take us."

With a grunt, Eustass made several more pumps into you and then sprayed the rest of his load over your back. As you lay on Killer's chest panting, you licked over your lips and tasted blood. There was a small semi-circle where you bit him. He didn't seem angry with you though, he was beaming at you for some reason, petting your hair.

After another few days, they let you go. They filled you up a few more times, but you were more compliant with the promise that you would live. By the time you were able to return to your home, your leg didn't hurt anymore. Maybe it was never actually broken.

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A month passed with no further contact from your abductors. Every time you heard a wolf howl, you jumped, and you no longer went out at night. In the past few days, however, you had begun to feel ill. On this night, when you heard the howl, you howled back. And on the following day, you woke up to discover that your village had been decimated, everyone slaughtered. Everyone except for you, who was covered in blood that was not your own. The place on your leg that was bitten a month prior began to throb and before you knew it, your legs were carrying you back towards the cabin in the woods, where it seemed like the sand-colored wolf was waiting for you.

[chimerical-daydreams]

SMOKE AND MIRRORS

(Antonym from the King Loop au by @deadlyeyez <3)

[bills-library]

Rockabye Billy, please don't you cry It's not your fault you have that strange eye Stay safe for mommy, you'll never fall And we'll always love you, sharp angles and all

Rockabye Billy, please don't you cry It's not your fault you have that strange eye (that strange eye) Stay safe for mommy, you'll never fall And we'll always love you, sharp angles and all

p-please... j-just s-stop...

[attyrocious]

i miss band au

[sammygender]

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