#for the LOVE of. They are going to make the x blade agai

[dollwritesarchive]

Imagine Kyle rayner with a air headed s/o

(There isn't much fics of him on this app.)

𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 ⎹ 𝓚.𝓡.

fandom dc comics / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring kyle rayner x gl in training!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters featured are 18+

content warning all smut, dumbification, use of the word bimbo ( affectionate ), subspace kinda, ahegao

summary Kyle spoils his little airhead

word count 1.6k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

Kyle loved visiting his silly girl on Oa.

he would sneak into your training sessions, just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement when you caught sight of him. how you would stop whatever you were doing, mid-construct or not, and give him an excited wave, chewing on your lower lip. then, without fail, your shoulders would bunch up when your training officer barked at you for losing concentration.

Kyle, trying to stifle his fond chuckling, would simply tap his temple with his forefinger, twice, and mouth the word: “Focus.” he didn’t revel in pissing off your superiors, but he couldn’t help himself.

you were just so damn cute.

but what he really loved about visiting you, was moments like this.

it was much too late, and while Kyle knew he shouldn’t keep you up, it was hard to say no to you when you straddled his lap. your svelte fingers interlaced with his, palms pressing against his much stronger ones, you give all your trust to him— keep you upright while you ride him.

once you found your slow and steady rhythm, taking him deep so you could grind against the his pelvis, you were consumed almost entirely by lust, and Kyle liked to watch you go completely dumb on his cock. if a sight more adorable than your dick-drunk smile, glazed over eyes, and whiny babbling ever existed, than the Honor Guard had never seen it. “Look at you,” he purrs, giving both of your hands a squeeze in hopes to get your attention, but you’re so far gone, it doesn’t matter either way. “Is my silly girl just so happy to ride? Does it feel too good?” your head lolls, which could’ve been interpreted as a nod, and Kyle chortles. “Mm, I know, baby, I can tell.” he shifts underneath you, letting go of your hands to push himself to sit up, and your fingers clamp on to each shoulder, nails biting at the skin as you’re boosted up and down, before he’s face to face with you. whimpering, feeling the swollen tip of his cock prodding at your belly button, your back arches, bringing him closer, deeper still, and both of his palms envelop your warm cheeks. “Your pretty, little head is completely empty, isn’t it?” he croons, allowing his couplet to crest over the bridge of your nose, his panting drowned out by your string of sultry moans. “You don’t even care what I’m saying to you right now, just as long as I don’t pull out of your warm, soft pussy—“ he smiles, dragging his lips down to meet yours. your jaw is already slack, allowing for your babbling to drip from your swollen lips like honey, but they at least make an attempt to kiss him back. you nod, hands careening under his arms and around to grip his shoulder blades, pull him closer. you would never be satisfied with how deep he was— you always needed more when it came to Kyle. “Just my sweet bimbo, aren’t you, cutie?”

another nod, but this time you purred out, “I’m your sweet bimbo!” as you take him hilt deep, clenching around the base of him until he’s smiling with grit teeth. “And I— I—love it!”

“Such a good baby for me,” he mutters, voice husky, eyes heavily lidded, but he keeps his gaze on your countenance. your eyes couldn’t lock on to his, for you were much too spaced out, “even fucking yourself full of dick and completely braindead, you still try to answer me?” his lips are moving against yours, but you’re trying to capture them in a kiss, and he wasn’t having it.

he’d started to guide your movements, rocking his hips to meet your grinding. your walls spasm around his thickness grateful and fervent, as the protruding veins massage the tightening canal “Kyle— baby—“ you mewl, eyes rolling back. “Please…”

you were so close already, too tender to wait on him— that’s what you get for dating an Honor Guard that you rarely see— it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep yourself from falling apart the very second he was inside you.

“What do you want, silly girl? Use your words for me.”

but he was making it so damn difficult; with each firm bucking of his hips, you’re fucked deeper into stupidity— every thought that tried to surface that was irrelevant to the fact that he was buried balls deep in your belly was immediately drowned in the depths of pure euphoria flooding your mind.

“G— gonna cum…” you whine, dragging your nails over the hard pads of muscle against his shoulder blade, “gonna… o—oh, cumming!”

Kyle rained affectionate, open mouthed pecks over your cheeks, edging closer to your lips each time, and he groans, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” he didn’t have to give you permission, but the neediness in his husky voice sends you over the edge— it was as if he couldn’t wait to see you fall apart, like he was just hardly holding on to a thread of self control. he must be just as close as you were, and you hadn’t even realized it. “Let me… let me feel you shake on my cock…” now, you could hear it. the hiss as he clamps his teeth together. his restraint is failing— he couldn’t wait to cum, either.

and that just made your orgasm hit you that much harder.

you come undone with a squeak of air escaping your lips when the tip of your tongue slips out, dangling over the curve of your lower tier. usually, Kyle would’ve smothered your mouth against his own, but he wanted to hear each and every lusty, broken sound that escaped tonight. huffing, your body arches again, twisted into an S as you whimpered, eyes crossing until you were seeing double, then triple, of your boyfriend. “That’s it,” he murmurs, the rhythm slowing as soon as you dig your knees into his ribs. your body is completely possessed by ferocious aftershocks, from your quivering thighs to your fluttering eyelids, “so good…” you were babbling now, your typical, grateful and affection blithering in his ear. telling him how much you love his cock, and how hard you’ve just cum, and he’s twitching now. both hands fleeing to grip your hips. you slump backwards, your shoulders and the back of your head hitting the mattress, and you moan. Kyle pushes himself on to his knees, using the grip on your hips to pull you to meet a slow, deep thrust. “Look at that, silly girl, taking me so deep, fuck…”

if you could’ve, you would’ve lifted yourself into his motion, but there’s no way your muscles would work— not when they felt like jelly. so, you allow your head to roll to one side, bleating. and then, Kyle’s on you in a minute, pressing his sweat-soaked torso to yours, kissing your neck as he pushes as deep as you’ll allow him to go with a dizzy, grunted, “All mine.” all his muscles go taut, and he’s panting in your ear, your name on a loop, until you feel the tension snap and warmth seeps into your belly.

you’re beaming; a precious, drunken smile plastered on your face as you comb through his damp, raven tendrils. “Promise?” you ask, biting on your lip. “Promise I’m all yours?”

Kyle is only now starting to breathe easy now, and he buries his face in your neck, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue over your pulse point. “I promise, baby.”

content, you twist a dark curl between your fingers, staring at it. “Do you leave in the morning?” you ask, fighting back a frown. you knew he had work to do, and it was unfair to expect the honor guard to hang around Oa when the galaxy needed saving. still, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he nodded his head. you push your lower lip out in a frown and whined an irresistible, “Kyyyyyle!”

a soft chuckle slips from his reddened lips when he pulls back to look at you, tracing your pout with the pad of his finger. he was always so delicate— must be the artist’s touch. “What’s wrong, silly girl?”

“Can we do it again?” you ask, kissing his finger, eyelashes fanning against the warm apples of your cheeks. “One more time?”

exasperated, Kyle smiles, wide. “Again?” he asks, incredulous, “Isny this the third round we’ve gone?”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t you have an evaluation in the morning with your commander?” his brow quirks.

your nod, sheepish, but hold those puppy dog eyes on him. you can all but see him cracking. he’s never been able to resist that look.

finally, he groans with a fond smile, and reaches down to gather both of your legs, bracing his palms at your knees and bringing them together, upwards, he pins them to your chest. you coo, victoriously, and hook both arms around the back of your knees, watching him get into the perfect position, on his knees. you can feel his cum leaking out of you already, while he pumps himself hard again, and you giggle when he looks you over, muttering, “You’re spoiled rotten, baby.”

#kyle rayner #Kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #kyle rayner smut #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader

[kicktwine]

CHANCE ENCOUNTER SUDDEN DEATH GO

#my art #kh #bbs #kh ventus #kh vanitas #kh aqua #kh terra #I MISS THEM. I DO #I WANT TO SEE THEM IN THE ROD PLEASE #for the LOVE of. They are going to make the x blade agai #Kingdom hearts

[multiplefandomsblog]

Byakuya Togami x Crybaby!Reader(NSFW)

warnings: degradation, humiliation, sexually degrading names, rough sex, crybaby reader, unprotected sex, mentions of dumbification, overstimulation, s&m, fingering, fucking in a kinda public place??, togami is mean ;-;, reader has female parts!  

word count: 1.2k words

note; I’m still working on the nagito one qwq, i know you said to choose one but i couldn’t help myself ;---; Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

You sat on Togami’s lap, grinding against his growing erection underneath your pussy. You panted as you felt him suck and nip at the skin of your neck. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to his groin.

He thrusted his hips up, smirking as he heard the small, “Ah!” leave your pretty mouth. He marked your neck especially hard when he felt you struggle against his hold, “You’re not going anywhere.” 

With his hands holding onto your ass, he stood up and shoved you against the bookshelves, lips not leaving your neck. You wrapped your legs tighter around his thighs, whining out when you felt his crotch dig into your soaked cunt. 

“Pl-please..! I need you mm-inside!” You gripped onto his shoulders, wanting more. He chuckled darkly, “You think you deserve my cock? Listen here my little cum rag,” He dragged his hard-on up your soaking cunt, making you whimper from the forceful pressure. 

“You don’t get to ask what you want. You take what I give you, whether you like it or not.” He grabbed your jaw with one hand, the other on the bookshelves and continued, “Of course, unless you beg.” At this point, you were so needy you would even do that. Tearing up from the humiliation, you shut your eyes and started begging.

 “P-please, please, want your cock..! Want you to use me as y-your personal cocksleeve!” You begged, tears streaming down your face from the need and humiliation. You felt your stomach twist and turn from the disgustingly pleasuring feeling of the humiliation. 

“Aw poor baby’s crying for me? Well, I guess since you asked so nicely.” Byakuya teased you as you sniffled and looked at him with pleading eyes. In a rare moment of seeing him soft, he kissed your cheek lightly before slipped his fingers into your panties and into your sopping pussy. You cried out from the sudden intrusion inside your cunt, thrusting in and out quickly, not allowing you to adjust.

“Mm! W-wait!” Byakuya looked up, glaring at you, silently daring you to complain. You whimpered underneath his gaze, submitting to him completely. You felt your high already coming up, looking at Byakuya with pleading eyes. 

“Mm coming!” You moaned out, as you felt your walls contract around around his fingers. Byakuya let you ride out your high, but kept going even after that.

Feeling sensitive, you tried to move your hips away from his unforgiving hand. To your relief, he pulled out his fingers. But not before replacing them with his cock. He jolted his hips into your tight cunt, bottoming out in one go. 

“Shit! T-togami, it’s too mahhhhhh...!” You tried to ask him to slow down, but you couldn’t formulate sentences properly with nothing but his dick on your mind. “H-how the hell are you so still tight!? I just pr-Fuck!-prepped you!”

Your body went limp as you let him use you like a rag doll to get off. He grunted as he felt the tightness of your pussy clenching around his dick. “Wa-AH! It- Ohmygod-”

“What’s that? Baby, what did you want?” He said in pretend concern, watching as your crying face morphed into a look of overwhelmed pleasure. “Baby can’t talk, huh? Have I finally fucked you dumb?” You nodded and sobbed out in painful pleasure when you felt your second climax come up.

 “Annnhn! Khh- minnn.. hah..!” You let random combinations of syllables fall off your tongue. You clamped on Togami’s dick, cumming for the second time. Your hands latched onto Byakuya shoulders, nails digging into him as the oversensitivity made you cry even harder.

He hissed as he felt your nails dig into his shoulder blades. “Plea- No, n-no! St- Too much!” You helplessly tried pushing him away, the overstimulation being too much as he kept pushing his cock into your contracting cunt. 

You screamed as you felt your 3rd orgasm coming up, after what felt like seconds after your 2nd. “No! not agai-Hhnnng!” At this point you were hysterically sobbing as Togami grunted into your pussy, using you as a cock sleeve to try and get off. “It hurts! T-too big..!”

You tried reaching down to push his hips away again but instead he grabbed your wrist and pinned them above you. He thrusted up into you, hearing you sob out even louder. “Would you be quiet?” He pushed his lips onto yours, muffling your moans. With your free hand, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer to your face. 

As he felt his high coming, he stuffed his head into the nook of your shoulder, cursing out. “Shit, shit, sh-shit!” He started furiously pounding into you even faster than before, desperately trying to reach his high.

You dug your face in his shoulder, trying to silence your cries. As he came, he thrusted up into you one last time. When he shot his load, you came for the fourth time that night. 

Byakuya let out a shaky sigh, as you tried to catch your breath. He leaned against the bookshelves, his head buried in your shoulder. You could feel him panting against your neck, wetting it with his breath.

Togami moved his hands down to your hips and pushed you closer to him, burying his dick deeper in you. “A-ack!” You were super sensitive from the 4 orgasms so you started squirming around in discomfort, “Stop moving around.”

Listening to him, you obediently seized your actions. “Please no more...” You pleaded to him, watching his eyes immediately soften. “Don’t worry, I’m just going back to my room so we could get cleaned up.” Your heart swelled with love when you heard his soft words. 

With you still in his arms and his cock still inside you, he made his way back to his room from the library. Checking the hallways for anyone that could see them.

On his way, he made sure not to move too much, not wanting to cause you too much pain or overstimulation(unlike when he was fucking the everliving shit out of you). 

Once he got back to his room, he pulled out and left you on his bed. Leaving to run a bath for the two of you. When he came back however, he found you passed out on the bed.

Byakuya smiled at your tired figure, but his face contorted to his normal resting face when he went to wake you up. “Hey don’t pass out on me now, don’t you want to be clean?” He gently shook you awake. Your eyes blinked open, staring at him tiredly. 

You opened your arms to get him to carry you, being too tired to move on your own. He rolled his eyes in annoyance but picked you up anyways. Moving the two of you to the bathroom, he sat you down on the toilet. He stripped the two of you of your guys’ clothes. He lifted you up and sat you down in the bath before sinking into it himself.

You looked at Byakuya with wide eyes, silently telling him what you wanted. He glared at you but sighed in defeat anyway, “Come here, you dimwit.” He used his two fingers and curled them towards him. Your eyes brightened up before crawling into his arms, back plush against his chest.

Byakuya wrapped his arms around the middle of your stomach. “Sorry for being too rough, I guess.” Byakuya said softly, putting his chin on your shoulder. You shook your head, not being able to reply since your voice was sore from screaming.

You turned your head towards his, aiming to kiss his cheek but he turned his head and kissed your lips instead. You froze, even as he pulled away. He chuckled at your flushed face. 

“Only you are allowed to see me this soft, got it?”

#byakuya togami #notsfw #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #danganronpa byakuya #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa smut #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa #togami x reader #togami #byakuya

[wolveria]

Unable to perceive the shape of you - Ch. 7

Pairing: Connor x f!Reader x Nines

Summary: After breaking the RK twins out of the MarineLife facility, you were determined to return them to the ocean before getting caught by your employer.

What you hadn’t counted on were the brothers deciding you belonged to them.

Prompt: Mermay! (Shape of Water/Splash AU)

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sex, threesomes, technically incest, enthusiastic consent

Word Count: 3k

AO3

It was a simple matter to put down the backseat of your hatchback and create a sleeping space with the blankets you kept in the car. Like Nines had said, you made due with what you had, though it was a cramped with three people inside and it was impossible to lie on your back.

Which was an issue, seeing as Connor was now spooning you from behind, an arm slung around your waist and his breath warm on the back of your neck. By the fact he was trying to keep his hips away from your ass, you could guess this sleeping arrangement was affecting him as much as you.

Nines, on the other hand, had his back to you with no part of his body touching yours, just like the first night. Somehow, you’d managed to lose all the progress you’d made with him, the closeness you’d experienced in the motel pool was just a fading dream.

The pit in your stomach and your harried thoughts kept you from sleep. You tried to focus on the constant pinging of rain on the metal roof, a sound that should have been relaxing. It had been lucky; you weren’t near any streams or rivers, and the twins had begun to dehydrate again.

Watching them strip off their shirts and stand in the pouring rain, faces turned upward to the sky, had been quite something. They said it wasn’t enough water to force their fins to transform, but it still had a strange effect on their skin, making it almost glittery and shiny.

If you hadn’t been in love with them already, this would have been the moment it happened. As it was, you’d already fallen, and now you didn’t know what to do with it.

Pushing it aside as a problem for tomorrow-you, you stared at the broad expanse of Nines’ bare back. The brothers had managed to soak their clothes and had stripped to their underwear for sleep again. Necessary but distracting, especially when Connor had tangled his legs between yours and tried to get as close as possible without letting his erection touch you.

This was getting ridiculous.

With painstaking carefulness, as if you were about to wake a sleeping lion, you placed the tips of your fingers against Nines’ back. The muscles there were hard and stuff and trembled slightly at your touch.

You waited a moment to see if he would shake you off or snap. When he didn’t, you flattened your hand, pressing the palm against his warm skin. Another small tremble went through him, but otherwise no response. He was definitely awake but still effectively giving you the cold shoulder.

You slowly rubbed your hand down the curve of his spine, pressing your fingertips down slightly harder as you worked your way over his stiff back muscles.

Connor, who must have been aware of what you were doing, moved a little, and you felt the warmth of lips tracing along the outline of the bandage on your right shoulder: the same shoulder he’d bitten earlier.

It was almost enough to drive you to distraction, but you were on a mission and had every intention of carrying it out. Slipping your arm under Nines’, you slotted your entire body against his back and pressed your nose against his neck.

Connor went with you, tangling his legs with Nines now as well as yours, his lips parting into open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder.

Nines shuddered and you felt it across every point of physical contact. He was still silent while you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled out of your chest as Connor finally pressed his strained erection against your ass.

“Nines,” you breathed out as you ran your hand down his chest, continuing down along the flat planes of his stomach.

His breathing quickened, heaving under your hand and against your chest, and he broke his silent streak when you palmed his hard cock through his underwear. Nines growled, actually growled, and immediately flipped over to face you.

Before you could react, Nines grabbed the back of your knee and yanked your leg over his hips, pressing his hard length against you.

The startled noise you made was swallowed by his mouth, demanding lips and tongue prying for entry as he trapped you between him and Connor, giving you no room or choice in the matter.

You groaned into the sloppy kiss, arching your back and squeezing your leg, rubbing yourself against Nines as Connor ground against your ass.

The friction alone would have been enough to get you off, but apparently they had other plans. Nines rolled onto his back, pulling you along with him until you were firmly straddling his hips. He yanked your shirt over your head while a second pair of hands manhandled you to pull off your sleeping shorts and underwear.

You shivered, exposed to the air, and soon you were trembling as Nines’ hands roved over your body, long fingers mapping out every inch of your skin he could reach.

Connor leaned against your back, kneeling behind you as he straddled Nines’ thighs, his cock was pressed against your ass.

You were beyond words or thoughts now, just a plaything for them to do with what they wanted. And what Nines wanted was very clear; he grabbed your hips and pulled you down into his lap, right against the naked length of his cock.

Even without the knot and the soft ridges, he was still big, and you didn’t know how you were going to take him in even if you’d done it before.

Nines must have interpreted the anxiety on your face correctly, because his eyes went half-lidded and he said, “Connor?”

“Got it.”

You didn’t understand until Nines lifted your hips and another pair of fingers slipped between your wet, sensitive folds.

You bucked hard and squirmed at the unexpected touch, a whine trapped in your throat, but Nines held your hips firmly as Connor continued to stroke and caress your slick heat. Then he pressed his fingers inside, opened you up with one, and then two, long fingers.

“C-Connor,” you gasped, burying your face into Nines’ neck as you held onto his broad shoulders for dear life. But Nines held your ass in the air, presenting you to Connor like a fuck toy for their pleasure.

Connor hummed deep in his throat as he began to fuck you on his fingers, methodically ruining you as his brother held you in place. The squelching sound of how wet you were, magnified in the small space of the car, made you whimper and hide your face further against Nines’ throat.

It wasn’t long before the pressure in your pelvis began to build, and when Connor curled his fingers forward and rubbed against the sensitive spot of your inner wall, you were gone. Choking back a cry, you rutted against Connor’s hand, shameless and wanting more even as you started to come down from your high.

He pulled out too soon, leaving you empty and desperate, and Nines didn’t give you any time to recuperate before he brought you back down against the length of his cock again.

Refusing to wait, you immediately ground against him, nipping and kissing against his collarbone, unable to get enough of the salty taste of his skin.

He gave another growl, this one sharper and clearly frustrated, and he grabbed you by the back of the thighs, lifted you up, and lifted his hips prod the head of his cock against your entrance.

You were dripping wet and eager, and with one deep thrust Nines seated himself all the way inside you.

Clutching onto him tightly, you cried out raggedly; even with Connor loosening you up, Nines was still too big, and the stretch burned in a way that left you whimpering and shaking.

Nines stroked your sides with surprising gentleness while Connor placed light kisses between your shoulder blades. You were content to lie like that, trying to adjust to the larger brother’s girth while they both left touches and kisses all over your skin.

But there was another sensation, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when Connor’s slick fingers slid between your cheeks and teased your hole.

“Conn-nor,” you stuttered as he slowly began to press inside. “W-what…”

“It’s all right,” Connor assured, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. “We want to make you feel good.”

Connor’s raspy voice saying those words as he slid his first finger inside, combined with the uncomfortable fullness of Nines inside you, was almost too much. Tears prickled your eyes as you nodded, pressing your forehead against Nines’ jaw as if to steady yourself.

“Breathe,” Nines said, finally speaking, his words a deep rumble in his chest. “Breathe with me.”

You could do that. Concentrating on the rising chest underneath you, you followed his pattern of breathing, though yours stuttered frequently as you sometimes twitched around his cock. He remained silent through this, the only betrayal that he was affected were his fingers pressing deeper into your skin.

When Connor added a second finger, you bit your lip and gave a small, pathetic whimper.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choked when Connor’s movements halted. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

Encouraged, Connor began to slowly move in and out of you, creating a burning stretch that was an echo of the way Nines had you spread open. It felt strange, different to what you were used to, but you decided you liked it. Or maybe you liked the fact Connor was doing it.

Either way, it left you unable to sit still. Connor now had three fingers working you open and Nines had to tighten his grip; you were trying to grind down on his cock and Connor’s fingers at the same time. They were going to be the death of you if they didn’t hurry up and fuck you already.

“Please,” you begged in a strangled, thin voice. “Please, f-fuck. Connor. Nines. I can’t—“

Connor pulled out his fingers and you nearly sobbed, frustration curling your spine as you tried to find the friction you needed against Nines’ cock.

The larger brother growled and smacked you across the ass. You choked in surprise, your pelvic muscles tightening automatically at the abrupt slap, and Nines made a strangled noise. One you made it your life mission to hear again.

Clamping down on him again, Nines tilted his head back, squeezing your ass hard as he groaned out a, “Fuck.”

Before you could do it again, because you definitely were, your hips were slightly lifted, sliding you an inch or two off of Nines’ cock.

Your noise of protest transformed into a breathless moan as the head of Connor’s cock pressed against your hole, slick with either his precum, your slick, or most likely both.

You scrabbled against Nines’ shoulders, wanting to simultaneously pull away from the sudden, unbearable pressure while also wanting to open up to it.

Nines knew exactly how to distract you; he released his grip on your hips, quickly replaced by Connor’s hands, and cradled your face as he kissed you.

Automatically opening your lips to grant him entrance, his tongue licked inside your mouth, dominating you as Connor did the same from behind. Connor’s grip on your hips was almost painful, but it was a faint shadow in comparison to being stretched by both brothers at the same time.

Connor was very slow and careful, but there were still several moments where you nearly cried for them to stop, the overwhelming sensation almost too much to bear.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Connor bottomed out inside you with a groan, panting against your skin as he planted sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the back of your neck.

Your thighs were trembling from the strain of holding yourself up, so Nines gently guided you the rest of the way down onto his cock. You groaned pitifully as you were effectively sandwiched between them.

Stuffed so full you could barely take in air, you were sure you’d pass out as soon as they started moving. Even with their more reasonably-sized human cocks, it was still far too much for anyone to handle and survive.

So of course you whimpered, “F…fuck… me… pl…please…”

Thank God they didn’t ask if you were sure, because you were already hanging on by an exposed thread, and the first careful thrust by both of them left you whimpering like you were dying in the most wonderful way.

You eventually adjusted, inch by tormenting inch, and the painful pressure settled into a smoldering fire. Shuddering hard, you could feel your arousal dripping out of you, coating Nines’ pelvis with your slick.

Barely able to move, impaled on both of them, you were completely helpless to the quickening of their pace. You continued to cling to Nines, unable to do anything but moan as he licked, sucked, and nipped at your collarbone.

Connor also took full advantage of your helpless state, gripping your hips with bruising force as he spoke into your ear, voice hoarse and raspy.

“You’re so… so good for us… Taking both of us… like this.”

You whined at the praise, lips parted as you panted for breath, sweat dripping down your temples. Their skin was burning hot and you were a fire between them. The car windows were all fogged up at this point, obscuring the outside world with opaque glass.

Nines’ hands, previously gripping your thighs, travelled up your stomach until he was kneading your chest, his smooth fingers rubbing the stiff, oversensitive nipples. Your hips twitched, forced out of rhythm with theirs as you squirmed from the overstimulation.

An impish half-smile bloomed on his face as Nines leaned upward, forcing your spine to arch as he tongued and mouthed one nipple while rubbing the other.

“Nnnph!” You gripped his hair tightly, fingers digging into his scalp, a strangled whimper leaving you as your walls started to tighten around him. Around them both.

Connor’s hips stuttered and the noisy gasp he made was practically pornographic. Nines grunted and pulled back, granting you a small amount of mercy as he licked a strip up your neck.

At least, that’s what you thought, and you realized your error when you felt his hand delve between your legs.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, cutting off your air one moment and the next you were grasping him like a lifeline, sobbing as the pressure in your gut crested and burst.

You cried their names weakly, breath stolen as wave after wave slammed you down, drowning you under the lights bursting behind your eyelids.

Distantly, you were aware they had both stopped moving, a twin echoing throb inside as they completely filled you, enough that it was already starting to leak out of you.

With a trembling groan, you collapsed on Nines’ chest and struggled to catch your breath. You still lightly throbbed around them, each pulse bringing a new shudder to your body.

Connor held your hips carefully and pulled out first, and you groaned at his cum gushed out, feeling as if it was burning your tenderized skin.

Nines pulled out just as carefully, and the dripping cum didn’t burn as much, but it did make you feel twice as filthy. You must have looked like an absolute wreck, your hair messy and your face flushed, but the expression on Nines’ face was incredibly tender and his touch was gentle as he wiped the sweaty hair from your forehead.

His hands around your waist, Connor helped you back down onto the blankets, and then immediately dragged his tongue across your cheek as if to clean you.

“Connor,” you weakly laughed as he nuzzled the side of your face. “I taste nasty right now.”

You were drenched in sweat, probably smelled rank, while the both of them were smooth and dry and smelled slightly salty but clean.

Or they would have, if the overpowering scent of musky sex wasn’t currently filling the car. You were definitely going to have to air it out before trying to sleep again.

“Never,” he said, following up with another lick to the corner of your mouth. “I love the way you taste.”

You opened your mouth to argue and Connor took advantage by slipping his tongue inside, licking into your mouth and sending a wave of heat through your body.

“Hold-hold that thought.” You pulled away from Connor before he could completely distract you with his mouth, and leaned up to open the hatchback door.

The forest air was an immediately relief, and you collapsed back between them. You were going to roll onto your side to give them space but were prevented from doing so as both brothers tangled themselves around you.

Nines draped an arm across your stomach as he propped his chin on the crown of your head, while Connor settled his cheek on your shoulder as his arm wrapped around your chest.

Closing your eyes and sighing, deeply contented, you were more than ready to fall asleep just like that. Drying cum between your legs and all.

Except… you couldn’t sleep. Not yet.

After you gathered your courage and nerves, you finally spoke.

“I want to stay with you.”

Nines stopped breathing and Connor looked up at you, hope rounding his brown eyes.

“If… if you still want to give it a try, I mean,” you said quickly, not wanting to pressure them or make them think you’d only agreed because of sex. “It won’t be easy. It’ll be dangerous for the both of you. Not just because you could be caught, but we’d have to find you a reliable, private source of water. We would have to start completely new lives.”

They were both silent. You’d expected them to interrupt you, argue with you, but they hadn’t and now you were left doubting yourself. Had they gotten the wrong idea? Did they think you would use them, like the people at MarineLife wanted to use them? Did they—

“We would all be together,” Connor finally said, his voice soft bur assured. “That’s what’s important.”

“Is this what you really want?” Nines asked, tone low and heavy. You turned your head toward him, unable to meet his eye so you gently pressed your face into his neck instead.

“Yes. I do. More than anything.”

Nines relaxed and seemed to finally breathe again, and Connor held you even tighter. You turned toward him and pressed your lips against his forehead.

“We will… discuss the logistics in the morning.” Nines sounded unsteady, something very new coming from him. “In the meantime, you need sleep.”

Connor hummed in his throat, giving your neck one last tiny lick before he nestled against you.

Safely tucked within their arms, and just exhausted enough to take Nines’ advice, you closed your eyes and released a heavy breath you felt you’d been holding in your entire life.

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Keep The Girl - Fraser x Reader (Black Sea)

Pt.II of Quit Breaking Up With Me

Author’s Note: I said it was going to be a three part Retcon. (Well, I guess this is really the Retcon piece) but it’s now 4 parts! Mostly because I rewatched Black Sea and noticed all of these things about our boy that I really REALLY wanted to use that did not fit into the three parts I’d planned... Keep The Girl is a song that fits the relationship despite the lyrics clearly being about a different kind of leaving... Disclaimer: Black sea characters not mine. Gif/Lyrics not mine either.

Zvezdochka  = Little Star. It’s one of my favourite words! Premise: When Fraser is called to a dive for £2million worth of Gold on a sunk Russian submarine in the Black Sea, you can’t help but worry for him... What happens if he never comes back? ...What happens when he does? Words: 7045 Warnings: Swearing / Mental Health/Personality Disorder issues / Sexual Pre-Amble 

_________________ This life is full of choices, Hard to make one all the voices, In my head... Those eyes that I'm in love with, Or that highway which ever I pick, There'll be regrets, I go one way I lose everything, I go the other way same thing... I'm torn and it's tearing me apart, I want to go but I don't want to break her heart, Like a sword with a double edge blade, It's gonna cut deep either way, This little town, that big old world, Chase my dream or keep the girl? More than once I packed it all up, But I break down blame it on the truck, Just couldn't go, Just wanna be out there making my mark, Lay down every night in her arms... I don't know why I can't have it all, Need to tear down that wall, Between this little town, that big old world, Go chase my dream and keep the girl

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You ran your hands through your hair and your head almost hit the table “…But, baby! It’s so dangerous!! And this doesn’t even... the Black Sea?! I worry about you!!” “I know you do!” “ Do you?! It doesn’t stop you from going?!” “I was THERE!!” Fraser made the exact same exasperated face he always did when he raised his voice to you like that. Like he was mentally kicking himself “...I’m sorry... I... I’m sorry...”  he placed his hands lightly on your shoulders “This one... it’s... this one is huge... baby okay...? And not just for me...” he massaged his hands down your arms “... For us...” You bit your lip; you knew this one meant a lot to him. Since you’d decided to stop fighting about it, every dive came with a disagreement; arguing without screaming at each other. You bent to everything he did. It made Fraser happy to be out there and it made you happy knowing he was doing what he did best. But the Black Sea…? Russia!? “Fraser…” “Babe we’re talking... millions...” He kept talking like the money was something you cared about, you didn’t understand why he couldn’t understand you didn’t. “Fraser I don’t want you to-” “Millions! Can you imagine?!  Like potential of-” You were adamant this one was more trouble than it was worth, most of the time he could convince you otherwise. And sometimes you actually got excited about the places he got to go, if it didn’t sound too dangerous – sometimes he wouldn’t have to dive that far – or he sent you pictures from clear tropical seas where he looked SO gorgeous, where he was smiling. Where he could share with you every detail of every dive and tell you how much he wished you were there. But this one… This one sounded like the kind of dive you could lose him on. “Baby please... don’t go...” “I have to. I have to try. Please?” You sighed, you knew him too well, that was the problem. Would it even matter what you said at this point? If Fraser was already psyching himself up for it, he was going no matter what you said. So you had to smile, and push your forehead to his; “Okay... okay... but only because if I don’t agree you’ll do it anyway...” He kissed you gently, hands running through your hair; “Thank you... baby...” You shook your head; “Don’t thank me. Just come home.”

** You swung down the last bannister with his heavy rucksack over your shoulder. Minimal though the contents were, they were all vitally important. “Oh...” Fraser was coming out of the kitchen into the hallway as you came down “you didn’t have to bring it.” “I just wanted to check you had everything.” “Twice...” He held his hand out “Three times.” You unshouldered it and handed it to him, Fraser knew why. “But if you want to check again-” “I trust you. You were my partner for 5 years out there. You still are, Y/N... you might not ever want to go back to it but you are... I know everything is right and in order.” He gave a shrug and his eyes moved from you to the wall “... I just hate to ask you to drive me again...” “Driving you isn’t so bad...” “This time is.” His stunning blue eyes fell back to you “... I should probably have learned something from you.” You couldn’t help flash a grin “Zvezdochka you will do fine.” You took a step forward to kiss him “But I will worry.” His hand found your right side - over the still prominent scar beneath your clothes “... I know you will... but I will come back I promise.” “Don’t promise me anything you know damn well is that hard to keep. If it’s not state-of-the-art I don’t want to hear another promise ever again.” His face scrunched “That’s far less promises than I would like to make you.” “Then how about you promise me one thing?” “What?” “That you love me.” His head tip was inquisitive; like that wasn’t even anywhere close to top of his mind. ‘Don’t go off on one.’ ‘Don’t let them get to you.’ ‘Don’t do anything dangerous.’ ‘…Especially if it’s Robinson telling you.’ Those were the more likely candidates. His smile was crooked “I love you?” Then he laughed “... I don’t think I could ever hope to promise you that enough.”

 You left him in peace to psych himself up and finish getting ready. But you knew it was time as soon as you heard those heavy, one-at-a-time footsteps from the first to second staircase. You knew it was time for him to leave. And it took a good minute for Fraser to do the last three. He sighed “Alright.  We best get going to this damn chartered flight.” He scoffed at the notion that any of them should be getting a chartered flight to Russia. “Visa?” “Taken care of.” “When do you get back?” He watched you cross to the clock in the hallway “... I’m not supposed to promise you anything I can’t keep, remember?” You smiled, knowing he would eventually feed that line back to you “Go on. Humour me.” “Give it a few weeks. I tell you what, I’ll ask the charter. No, you know 14 days aughta do it.” “Just, text me.” You wrote yourself a note though, he saw that. “Also...” You turned back to him “Before you forget. Though I’m sure you didn’t...” “Could I, ever?”  He took the final step down as you held out the knife. About as significant to your relationship as his insistence to constantly take your hair bands. You knew early on that if Fraser didn’t have anything to preoccupy himself, he’d likely go clinically insane. Coupled with his paranoia, and the fact that goodness knows what trouble he could get into diving, having a weapon - or protection; the most important thing – (that you had imparted on him he was only to use when absolutely DAMN necessary) at least kept him in a safe space. If he had something to occupy his fidgety hands, you were also happy about that. “You have your licence.” “It’s not a gun.” You held it back for a minute “Fraser. You’re going to Russia for one thing, but you’re also going through an airport. Chartered flight or no if they find this on you…” He dug it out of his back pocket “Licence to carry. Happy now.” “Yes.” He took it from you carefully and clipped it to his belt; “Just, for God’s sake-” “Be careful.” You said in unison, and he pulled you to him again to kiss your forehead “I know... baby, I know.” ** “Say Hi to the guys.” “I will.” “Text me.” “Will do.” “When you get there too.” “No. I’ll call. I’ll call when we land and before we set out, okay...” Fraser opened the car door and then turned back “And I’ll let you know as soon as I know a solid date. Alright? 14 is a nice safe bet, we gotta get there first before we even set out... then we gotta find the sunk sub.. dive... get ba-” he waved a hand “you- You know the details.” You smiled gently and leant over to brush your lips against his; “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” He smiled again, stealing at least two more kisses; “No promises.” “Fair enough.” You sighed gently “What can you promise me...?” Fraser hopped out of the car and slipped his backpack on, pretending to think long and hard, before he bent with a wave goodbye, the significance of earlier conversation not lost - “That I love you.”

  You drove home a little nervous, but also with a smile on your face, even though you weren’t really sure you understood why it was there. But Fraser always made you smile. Now the arguments played out the way they did, it made him seem calmer. There were flashes of real arguments every so often but... you both backed off and gave each other space. You didn’t need anymore “leave” moments with him. Ever. You heard your phone buzz from where it sat in the cup holder, you flicked your eyes to it and couldn’t help but glow a little. As soon as you parked up you couldn’t read it fast enough; “The boys say hi. (At least the ones you LIKE do!) still always gonna wish you were here with me. I promise what I promised. Always.’ He never signed off with anything romantic. But the sentiment was as much in what Fraser didn’t say.  Your phone buzzed again, before you could even reply. with a single date. Even better! You exited your car, entered your house, and headed straight for the timer on the clock - punching in the date and pushing the start button. It began ticking down and you smiled. When those numbers hit 00.00.00 Fraser would be home. And in 10 years, he hadn’t let you down yet. -- Past… The prison guard approached the glass pane in the security door with nothing but sympathy on his face; “Oh my god. If there was one person I wish I never had to see here again, Y/N, you’d be her.” “Thanks.” You raised an eyebrow, “Can you please tell him that?!” “I mean every time I see he’s in again I just... my heart breaks a little...” He opened the door wider for you “...Still. He’s doing well.” “Gary, he always does “well.” Nearly everyone else is scared of him! Luckily they put him in the right place.” “Well, you know... psych evaluations...” he frowned “Now you mention it, they do all leave him alone to just get on with it... I think maybe the first time they didn’t. Soon learned them.” You folded your arms, recalling; “You know he never did say what happened. I just got a notice saying he’d been in for another few months, and visitors were denied...” “I’m not even sure anything violent happened. But geez, sometimes I’m not sure I even want to talk to the guy when he’s in here. Y’know? He’s not the biggest guy, he’s probably not the meanest either. But... he’s just... there’s something very intimidating about him. Soon as someone claps out the psychopath word and...” he paused, watching you “Does he... take something for that?” “... Don’t you have all his medical history?” “His doctors do, I’m asking for personal interest reasons.” “They kinda level him. It’s weird. Hard to get used to it. Fraser takes them when he really feels he needs to. He says he doesn’t like himself on them, who am I to argue with that?” “Is he stable without ‘em?” “Fraser is Fraser. He’s himself without them. If it’s working for him, I’m not inclined to mess with it. 10 years plus into knowing him and...” you gave a shrug “I just wanna see him again, Gary.” That was an end of conversation sentence if you’d ever spoken one. He led you down a series of small corridors. “He should be there.” “As long as you didn’t chain him to the freakin’ desk again.” “Y/N... we have to take precautions.” “... It’s ME Gary. Let him go!” “Look we’ve done the bare minimum. His psych says dangerous. It doesn’t matter who you are, but who he is.” Gary got to the next security door and buzzed you both though, you could do this yourself eyes closed, he knew. He knew you well by now.  As did everyone charged with Fraser’s cases and files every time things like this happened. But Gary was nicer than most, he liked to make sure Fraser was doing everything right - get out on the day your clock hit 00:00, if not shave some time from the sentence altogether. “How’s things otherwise?” “Going good, yeah. I mean the house is pretty empty - but it makes it look like I have space when everything is clean and tidy. I get to watch shows I want and take up the whole bed. Get to bed at a sensible time, don’t need to rush to work!” You laughed “I’m never late to anything. And works going well, you know? It’s a lot of fun. Better than the old job. The closer I get to something diving related the closer I feel to him and all that, y’know?” “Oh for sure!” “And you? How are the kids? Sara must have just turned...” “Seven.” “Seven! Right! Good birthday?” “Yeah we had a good weekend.” You both paused at the next reinforced door. Either you were the only one visiting or everyone else had left.... either way Fraser sat alone.

You sighed. They’d cuffed his wrist to the table, and then his wrists together. You turned to Gary, sadness filling your eyes and threatening to spill over into tears.   “If you treat him like a monster, he will be a monster. Mental health is an illness. Not a choice.” He swung the door open for you and Fraser looked up; relief and guilt flooded his face and although he said your name it was barely audible. He met your eyes and then he shook his head gently and his eyes fell to the table. Gary pulled the guard on the second security door over and muttered something to him as you sat down “Fraser... baby... look at me...” he shook his head again, bowing it over until he was almost touching the dull grey metal table. The second guard took his wrists and unlocked the side not attached to the table . “No sudden moves Fraser, or you go straight back.” “Yeah. Alright mate...” The misery in his voice sent a pang through your heart. You threw Gary the most genuine look of relief he thought he’d ever seen “Thank you.” Reaching forward you took Fraser’s hands in yours; “Baby, please… Will you look at me…” His head lifted, and there was nothing in those blue eyes but guilt. You pulled his hands towards you; trying to ignore the metallic drag of the chain across the table and pressed your lips to his knuckles. “How are you doing?” “…Oh. How I usually do when I get in here…” He bit his lip, and you knew he was on the verge of tears “I’m sorry…” Are you? Was your only thought. And you were warranted. He always said it, but he’d ended up in here enough times for sorry to barely cut it with you anymore. It was just something that you knew was going to happen. “I know…” Was what you opted for “…I just need to know you’re okay…” “Me…?! Yeah, it’s just day counting… but you-” “Day counting.” You repeated with a wry smile, and you knew he knew your countdown clocks. He took your face in his hands, and you slid your hands to his wrists, rubbing your thumbs gently over his skin. “I promise I’ll get out on time.” It was a promise he usually kept. “And I’ll be waiting with my car, baby…” “I know…” He leant across the table pulling your face towards him so he could kiss you. “…And you know I can’t wait…” You accepted his kiss, and afforded him another. “What are you thinking of doing when you get out?” “...What I always do… I guess… It’s the only thing I know how to do…” “Darling…” You knew that was an outright lie; there was so much that Fraser could do if he put his mind to it. But, putting his right mind to it… He needed an employer that understood that… Not easy. Diving got Fraser through because he had a skill set no one else did. “…There’s so much you can do…” He sighed and his eyes fell from yours again; “...With my record? With my medical record..? Y/N… You think I can just go down to the job centre an-” You cut him off with another kiss; “Do you want me to make a call or two...? So you know you have something when you get out?” Maybe not a long dive – or something deep… Maybe just instructing or guiding. So you’d know he’d be safe his first few dives back. But it made his face light up. “Really?? You would do that? I… Darling… But… You- Would really do that for me?!” Looking at how happy he was, of course you would. “…Yes. I’ll get Reynolds on the phone… ugh, even Robinson and Agora if I have to.” Fraser was much more a diver for hire than attached to a company, and you were thankful for that. Agora weren’t great, you never particularly liked what they asked him to do. They were usually dangerous, long, salvage missions where he wouldn’t be able to contact you. But the work and pay were always steady – which is what Fraser needed. Desperately. “How can I ever thank you enough?” You raised an eyebrow; “Well. One day… I won’t need to pick you up from places like this…” Your smile became a laugh; “Then I’ll know you’re thankful!” --

There was static on the end of the line, and the call fluctuated in and out but it still made you smile, to walk around your house with his voice on speaker. Letting him fill the room and echo around. You felt Fraser everywhere then; “H—Ey-! Y/N-!” “Where the heck are you?!” “Standing on a Ru---ssian Sub-! We----- 5 minutes!” “You’re calling me just before you dive!? Fraser!” “-------In order ---- Get going.” “Sorry?!” You couldn’t help but laugh; “You’re ready to go, right?” “Yeah--- Everything’s fine. I’ll finish this call and we go.” You were his final thought, and he had called just to let you know it. Your cheeks hurt and you tried to calm your smile; “Awww, darling… Aw-! Thank you. I’ll hear back when you’re done, right?” “Y---h, w---- do. I’ll see you soon, okay?” “I can’t wait to have you back.” “I know.” “Baby I love you.” “Y/N, ---- you too.” “No, wait! Fraser! You gotta say it again you cut out.” “I LOVE YOU TOO!” You laughed as he yelled it; “Okay. Get going darling, I’ll get you back quicker.” “I know--! Take care!” “I will. You need to be told that more than me!!” “I’ll take care-! Don’t you worry…” He laughed, “Besides, I got a great girl to get back to, right?” As soon as he’d hung up on you Fraser took a deep breath and smiled. Pocketing the mobile he wouldn’t use for maybe another week, until he needed to call you again. He stretched and looked across the expanse of water. This dive would be different. He already knew it and they hadn’t even sunk below the waves yet. But he was determined this would all go alright. You had told him not to promise anything, but he promised it to himself anyway. He’d come back to you – near enough 2 million richer by his own calculation. He smiled, he had ideas already. Of course he did, he couldn’t help that. He hadn’t told you anything, but he couldn’t wait to take you to all the places he’d vowed to take you for years. When he got the money… You deserved it. And after this one, he might make that money a reality… Fraser shook his head; he had to keep level about this. He placed his hands on the ladder; and looked up, drinking in those last few drops of sunlight before he descended. “Can we get Fraser set up first?!” Gittens was the first one to float the idea that Fraser knew was coming and he brushed it off with an eye roll. “Oh yeah - Fraser go set up man.” “Oh-! F**k off. The lot of ya.” “Wait? Why? What?” The American banker, Daniels? Fraser believed his name was but hadn’t been paying that much attention, was about as confused as expected. Why he was here Fraser didn’t know – he wasn’t experienced crew; surely he’d just get in the way. “At least tell us she’s half naked?!” Fraser raised an eyebrow and continued walking to the bunks – he guessed carrying pictures of you around had its privileges, if he got first pick. “What the f**k kind of pictures do you think I carry around of HER!?” “It’s gonna be a good f**king picture. She’s a good f**king girl.” Reynolds’ laugh carried, but Fraser thought it odd to hear him say something like that. Considering how he knew you. “-Or she could just be a good f**k.” “What the HELL did you just say?!?!” Fraser stopped mid walk and whipped back around in the enclosed space, far from happy. That at least made Gittens back up, red crossing his face in embarrassment of the thought alone. Good. He turned to Reynolds and flipped the picture over; “It’s okay... yeah.” Reynolds studied it for a minute, and simply wondered what the Russians, and the American would say. Fraser was certainly not the type of man anyone would envision you with; and Reynolds often thought it’d probably stemmed from a late-teenage crush into something much more. Still, 16 years was a lot to go on. He still remembered the first time Fraser had given that cocky little smirk as he told everyone he had a girlfriend, and almost choking on his coffee to find out it was you. Reynolds had known your father for a while – so had naturally known exactly who you were. And as an avid diver he didn’t know why he hadn’t put two and two together. But, that was by-and-by. Reynolds grinned at the picture; always up for teasing - “There we go. I’m bunking with Fraser.” “Oh for f**k sake. You so much as put your hands on your waist band whilst looking at that thing I’m gonna murder you!!”

 ** You’d been stressed about his dives a billion times. Always. Even in shallow water they could be dangerous. You and that scar of yours were prime examples of exactly why. If you heard the same thing had happened to him, or worse, then you’d never forgive yourself. But this was something even more unprecedented. No-one knew they were there. Except, you assumed, perhaps the crew’s significant others and whoever had hired them to do the job. Fraser was under the Black Sea. Not only was there a huge Balkan war flaring up, but there were Russian navy vessels cruising that stretch of water day-in-day-out. And they certainly would not take kindly to a bunch of British/Russian crew men under their sea… Looking for alleged lost gold. Oh yeah – British – that was a laugh. Fraser counted as #TeamBritain because of you, and because he lived here. He’d never particularly spoken about it with much Pride… it had you wondering… Still #TeamAustralia? Only, you couldn’t help but get paranoid. With shipping lanes, weather, sea conditions, Fraser’s own limited knowledge and absolutely every piece of information to you could garner about this trip sat on your secondary screen as you typed away on your main monitor. For the most part everything was calm. But every so often there would be a beep or flash of something. And you would stop everything to read it.

Sometimes you could turn back straight away, it was either nowhere near him or was something that couldn’t possibly affect his work. Not this one. You read it once. Twice. Three times.

 Movements detected below the surface. Request team to embark to check into it. You squinted at the depth. Certainly around Fraser’s diving range. You opened your top desk draw, feeling your chest tightening. Your hand hovered, and your colleague stopped working to look across to you. They knew what was coming. The second line of Russian had you pushing your chair back and grabbing the pack. “I need a minute...” You said it quietly mostly because you could barely find the air for the words and you left your desk. Unidentified object confirmed. Surveillance team on route.

 You stood outside your building for a minute. Cigarette to your lips. When did you start doing this?! You cursed the idiot who had suggested it as stress relief. They were your vice and your lifeline now. You inhaled warmth and exhaled smoke. The footfalls on the steps next to you made your eyes sweep to the pavement. “And you’re worried about dives killing him.” You took another drag and laughed your exhale as your boss joined you. “Well I know first-hand about that.” “Where is he?” “Russia. Isn’t that all you need to know?” “Ah-! Then...” he pointed to the cigarette “Forgive me, that’s certainly warranted!” You looked at it “It’s a disgusting habit. Can’t kick it now. Helps with jitters... with the way my body tightens whenever I read anything....” you looked across to him with a smile “Stupid? Right?” “Anything that helps is surely not stupid. Maybe not reading would?” “Oh you’re kidding I’d worry MORE!” You grinned “I already think about every bad thing that happens… I get so… In my head about it without him here. What could possibly go wrong with Fraser today? I’m surprised I don’t get nightmares-! Oh! No let’s not think about that!” “…May I?” “Good to know your day is going just as well as mine...” You held it out “Finish it. Please.” “Well. There’s a couple of trades that seem to have gone missing.” You tutted “Someone isn’t doing their job properly.” “No indeed. But I’m supposed to make sure that you all do.” “Better go sort it then, hadn’t I?” “...Y/N they aren’t your trades! And it’s certainly not your fault-!” “Oh come on now!” You patted his arm “It’ll give me something to do-!” He laughed, taking a drag of his own and calling after you; “Keep your eyes off of Russian seas-!”

** You ran the pendent on the end of your necklace across the chain again, holding it close to your lips. You’d been in the airport for the best part of 3 hours. The clock hit 00:00:00 this morning. You hadn’t heard anything since Fraser had called you before the dive. That could be for any number of reasons. You just prayed it wouldn’t be the worst you could think of. Fraser had said he would be here today. So here you would wait for him. As everywhere else, there were people who worked here that you knew well from simply having to be here so often. And they had kept you company while you waited. But you were starting to get worried. You were SURE he would turn up. But you and he couldn’t guarantee that. This was like waiting for him to come out of prison, as you had so many times. But worse, because at least all those times you knew where he was. (Relatively) safe in England. In Russia on some kind of ‘secret’ dive – that usually meant not legal, and certainly under the radar. – what if he never came home? What if they got arrested? What could you do if he was sent to prison in Russia!? … What if he died? NO. Stop it! You’re thinking about what almost happened to you. Fraser wouldn’t be that stupid. Fraser wouldn’t get hurt like you… You touched your side instinctively, as you knew he would if he was here, and bit your lip. You needed him back. You wanted to sit him down and TELL him to stay. If he’d done what he set out to do, 2 million was a lot of money. He could stop diving for a while. He could stop diving altogether. At least diving like this. Could you get him to promise to stop? Ever? You wondered if he found leaving you as hard as you found letting him go? You hated to admit it to yourself, but if he did… he surely wouldn’t ever leave you… Your heart began racing as you saw “MOSCOW-RUSSIA-LANDED” Flash up on the arrivals board. Please let that be a charted flight. Please let that be Fraser’s plane. … Please Dear God let him be on it…! Fraser looked tired as they all filed up the escalator into arrivals. How he scanned the airport as fast as he possibly could. He looked like he’d been through hell. And you realised he probably had. But then his eyes found you. And he lit up; and everything etched into his face suddenly melted away. You took a few steps forward – but he had already broken away from the group and was running towards you. Up close he was certainly battered; but the strength of the hug he gave you, as he lifted you from the floor, let you know that was the very last thing he cared about. From across the arrivals hall the other crew watched as he placed his lips on yours; the way your fingers gripped his shirt and Fraser kept his arms around you even after he’d put you down. When you broke the kiss you were laughing; pressing your forehead to his your hands moved delicately to his arms, and you laughed again at something he said, before pulling him carefully and checking for any injuries. Fraser watched you do this with a laugh of his own. And Reynolds could imagine that he was telling you he was fine. Though Reynolds didn’t think anything that had just happened to them could really be described as fine… When you embraced him tight to you again your eyes flicked back to the group; and you smiled. Of course, you were looking to him specifically, and Reynolds gave you a small wink back. But you mouthed ‘Thank You’ which made him smile and shake his head ‘I didn’t do anything…’ Although he knew what you thought. If you got Fraser back in one piece; you would be sure Reynolds had a hand in keeping him steady. “Ah-!” Fraser pulled back from you for a minute; “Is this a good time to tell you it worked out-!!” “What worked out?” “The gold-! We got all the Gold-! You work for a metal exchange right? Could I run it through you… I mean… That works…?” “You can run it through the company, not through me.” Then you shook your head “Anyway-! Baby-! It’s hardly the first thing on my mind! All I want to hear is that you’re safe! That you’re okay-!” But you smiled; “I’m glad though… I know it was important to you… How was the dive?” “Good. Yeah… Pretty… Awesome…” You had a sneaking suspicion he was trying to convince himself of that as much as you; “But?” “…I might have lost my knife.” “Lost-!?” That was nowhere near the whole story “…You coulda lost a lot more-!” He inhaled; “We didn’t all make it back…” You knew what you were supposed to say so you said it “I’m sorry…” He was likely to be counting friends amongst that number… “…But… I’m also glad that you did. Fraser… YOU made it back… Baby…” His eyes did his smiling for him; “…I would never forgive myself if I left you here alone.” Suddenly that bright blue you’d been staring into flicked past you, and he really did smile; “AH-! Keeping her company I bet!” You turned to see Aiden crossing the airport with a laugh; “Oh, Geez. I mean, thank God you’re back!” They clasped hands; “Well, for her!? Absolutely!” Your eyes flicked between them as they talked and you smiled – nuzzling into Fraser again you kissed his cheek gently and untangled yourself from him. He let you go, because he knew you’d want to see the rest of the crew too. With Fraser’s blessing to leave his arms you ran across the building. Reynolds had to brace himself for your leap into his arms; “AHAHA-! Y/N! God-! Okay! It’s good to see you too!” “And you-! I mean I got you both back so…” You grinned “I’m.. very happy…” then you turned serious “But I mean it… Thank you… For bringing him back to me.” “I’m not promising he’s intact. It was… tough.” “I’m assured it was. I’m sorry.” “Maybe it wasn’t worth it…” His voice was lowered “…But when I see him back with you… That almost makes up for it…” But he smiled “However, Y/N, I will thank you for your thanks… Ah-! Now, I have the pleasure of introducing you to those you never met-!” Reynolds walked you over to a tall kid, certainly a kid by his face alone and indicated to you “Tobin, this is the member of our crew that unfortunately never was! Please meet Ms.Y/N.” You looked back to Reynolds with a raised eyebrow “Shut it Reynolds, you never saw me dive either!” He snorted “If you’re as good as HE is then I didn’t need to see it!” and then nodded to Tobin “We coulda used ya, you know, but this one is a good diver, it just so happens.” You smiled, holding out your hand for Tobin to take; “Ah-! Good! A new member of the crew. Should you be taking them this young!?” “I’m 19. Not that young…” Certainly young; even if you’d met Fraser before you’d turned 19. For a dive like this one was sure to have been, Tobin, clearly from Liverpool by the accent, had been thrown in at more than just the literal deep end.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall to the dark haired, dark eyed man staring at you inquisitively from just behind Tobin’s lanky frame. He was new too, and barely looked cut out for what these men – to be honest, you’d happily classify this kid a man after that – had just been through. “Oh. TWO new crew members for a job like this!?” The usual Likely Lads all seemed to hesitate and shuffle awkwardly for a minute; looking almost unwilling to introduce the man. Reynolds knew he had to step up to the plate; “He’s actually a banker… he’s not reaaaally crew.” You folded your arms, not accepting of that answer as a reason they would shun him. “Crew is crew.” Daniels was sweeping you, the dress you were wearing, your demeanour around a tough looking bunch of guys. He’d seen the pictures and heard the banter they keep throwing at Fraser. How coming up here they’d all been teasing him again about it and telling the two of them yet to meet you; “Look for the best-looking woman at this airport.” “A woman like that with a man like Fraser… ugh! Travesty!”   You took a step towards him, with an admittedly gorgeous little smile; Huh, I guess they’re right! She IS the best-looking girl here. “Y/N, It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for being part of the crew to bring Fraser back to me.” He had to hesitate at that sentence. It struck him hard. But he held out his hand anyway “D-Daniels… It’s… nice to meet you.” You noticed both his nervousness and the way that his gaze swept you. The two were almost certainly bound to be related; you turned to punch Reynolds’ arm; “Alright. What the f*** did you say THIS time!?” By the time you got to the last man the banter amongst the crew was friendly and at ease. But this they had to watch. And another sentence popped into Daniels head; “Yeah, except Robinson, she won’t be nice to Robinson she hates him.” “Y/N…” “Robinson…” “…It’s good to see you… with him.” “I know.” “…I hope… that he takes care of you.” “He will. Thank you for asking him. Whether I mean it or not, it means a lot to Fraser. And that matters the most.” “I know… I will… Try to call on him less.” You raised an eyebrow; “If I had it my way, you’d never call on him again.” “Aye, I know.” He sighed, and offered you a hand to shake; “…I’ll try my best, to leave you alone, for a little while.” You looked to his hand with a shake of your head; “And I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. Don’t make promises you can’t keep…” You took a step, just a small one, forward and embraced him. It was quick. But significant. And had the rest of the men lapsed into stunned silence “Thank you. For bringing him back to me. Especially after this one. But I don’t want to hear about anything this dangerous again with your name tacked to it. Okay?” “…O…Okay…” Even he was astounded at your affection. You gave a nod of understanding before turning back to your man. Fraser was now standing alone, having finished the conversation with Aiden. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking at you expectantly; You hugged Reynolds one last time; “I gotta go. But, maybe I’ll see you guys again.” Maybe?! Who were you fooling? Of course you’d see them again. You were as stuck with them as Fraser was with you. With one last look back you crossed to him. Fraser took your hand in his and with a smile, lead you towards the exit. He didn’t even look back once. *** As expected, the first thing Fraser did after chucking his (now super heavy) bag into the back of your car was check your glove box. He knew the pack would be there. Because you’d light up if the plane didn’t get in. He opened it and did a quick count as you turned the key ignition; “Oh. This was a 4 cigerette trip... huh? That’s bad... even for me... geez I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It’s me.” “Not it’s NOT okay...!” He shook the pack at you “You shouldn’t even need these! I scare you when I’m out there. But you don’t take these because of things I’m doing. But because you think what happened to you will happen to me.” He sighed and threw the pack back into your car “..Truth is. If I was more careful. That never would have happened to you.” He sighed “And that’s on me.” You winced; did he really blame himself for this? Without this would you have even ever got together? You’d make it a joke at the time, but you were serious. How long had you yearned for him to touch you as more than a friend and place his lips on yours before then..? “Fraser. It’s not just the dive… Submarines have their own problems... Hull breaches… Uh… Engine failure… What if they can’t surface again? Surely that’s a thing?” He watched you try to list off every other possible worry with a shake of his head’ “But it scares me.” You stopped talking and turned to his serious blue eyes, the way he reached for your hand to pull you back to him. “…Scares you?” “It scares me that these thoughts of yours scare you enough to...” His eyes flicked back to the pack of cigarettes and he shut the compartment with his knee “…I don’t like seeing you like this.” “You barely see it.” He chuckled; “Believe me. I do. I know you… You know how much you mean to me right…?” “I got a good idea…” you leaned into him “I mean I’ve known you for long enough…” “You’re my best friend. Y/N…” You opened your mouth, to say something like… I know… or you’re mine too… But it got lost somewhere else in every other feeling that was fighting for your attention. You bit your lip instead and almost shied away from him… “…Can I please get you home…” His hand left yours, and the glint in his eyes coupled with a smirk; “Of course you may.” You felt an involuntary, but certainly not unwelcome, shiver cross your skin at the sound of his accent saying those words… You knew what was coming. And you had a delightful drive home to fantasise it…  

**

It took less than a minute for both your feelings to engulf you as you closed the door to your house. How his hands ran under your dress and you pulled him up the stairs by the collar of his shirt all whilst making out and undoing buttons.

This used to be the best part of arguing with you; now it was just the best part of coming back. And with that gold forgotten at the front door now – Fraser’s thoughts were not on what he was going to do with it. Thinking; diving, tropics and making love to you on a sandy beach somewhere with no-one else around. But what he was about to do to you in this moment.

You were nowhere near the bedroom when he’d had enough of you pulling him there and lifted you, pinning you against the wall. He was strong, and balancing you there proved no trouble as he ran his hands up your thighs. The diving watch on his wrist beeped with his racing heartbeat and you were sure that yours was probably registering something similar. You groaned into his kiss and ran your fingers into his hair. He was right; you loved doing this; every time you got intimate; no matter how quick and rough or slow and sensual your fingers always tangled in it. And this time would be no exception.

Fraser was wasting no time; and you heard the clink of his belt buckle. You felt that throb of desire run through you just at the very sound. You needed him so badly now. It made you moan; and not very quietly. The smirk that drew itself across his face could not have been clearer. And you were clearly in anticipation of him doing something like this to you with what you were wearing… Perhaps because now he always did… He pulled down your underwear - black lace? Oh-! Fraser realised he might actually have been supposed to take your dress off. When he looked back to you, you were grinning. He growled gently as he kissed you again, pocketing them;  “Welcome home!”

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#Fraser x Reader #Black Sea #Ben Mendelsohn #fraser #Total babe #this song sounds better than the lyrics make it look #I know it's clearly about going on the road / singing but I think it still works for their relationship. #Also #i kinda used that second verse in my first part #This is the retcon PART #50! #Ali #Alicia #Linzi Writes

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The meeting between Noctis and Stella in Versus XIII, but done with Sora and Kairi in a Kingdom Hearts IV scenario instead (though this isn’t a meeting for them, of course). 

Because, even while I don’t think it’ll happen... it could happen, since Nomura went out of his way to make Sora and Kairi like Noctis and Luna Stella in KHIII. 

And while you’d think he’d just do this with Yozora and Stella 2.0 in KHIV... would he really? Since he won’t have as much time to devote to them, as the still main love interests of this series: Sora and Kairi?

Anyway...

Home

“Sora, you can see the light?” Kairi asked the love of her life, before she could stop herself—as she sensed him coming up behind her, and saw in her peripheral that he was looking into the same mysterious beam that she was.

…Surely the part of her had been influenced by her Other, Naminé, when they’d temporarily merged—the one who had used to explain things to everyone—was responsible for this line of questioning.

…Since she and Sora had been tragically separated for years since what had happened at the Keyblade Graveyard, Kairi should have been running towards Sora for all she was worth… and embracing and kissing him, but instead she was talking in circles.

But it wasn’t only for the fact that Kairi sensed that this was all important and led somewhere, that she was saying this.

No.

There was also, in fact, a strong part of her that was amazed Sora could see this amazing thing that she now could:

Ever since Xehanort had- had killed her—something that was still hard for Kairi to think about. And she imagined it was only worse for Sora—she had had this ability…

But she had had no one to talk about it with—save for Xion, who had only a bit of the same ability: Since her newbody hadn’t perished yet, but her old one had.

“Y-yeah,” Sora muttered, looking at Kairi like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—something that Kairi felt deeply honored for, since she had thought that of him for ages: long before he had even noticed she existed—and acting just as shyly as she had, when he had complimented her, flirted with her, and hit on her all at the same time, when she’d brought himback from the dead.

“Was it after- after you used the Power of Waking to save me?” Kairi asked, hating herself once more as she did so… that after she’d trained so hard—and she’d actually succeeded in saving Sora—he had had to die to rescue her, because of that evil man.

And strongly wanting to be with Sora again, as those memories assaulted her, Kairi finally sprung forward and caught her love’s arm between her hands and placed her face against his shoulder blade.

It took all that Kairi had within her to not cry here. But she’d promised herself that she wouldn’t allow it, since she didn’t deserve it. And she held onto that notion even now.

“Sora, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through for me. Agai-”

But before Kairi could even finish the sentence, she found her lips otherwise occupied as Sora pulled her into his arms.

And though while she was thoroughly enjoy it—it was everything she had ever wanted: Sora tasted like mint; and the feel of his lips was what she’d imagine feathers falling and brushing her forehead would be—Kairi couldn’t get over that their first kiss had to be like this:

Not after they’d shared the paopus, or after they’d won the Keyblade War with no casualties in some alternate universe… but instead after they hadn’t seen each other since they’d moved past this World.

Sora was the first to pull away—though he didn’t do so for malice, Kairi knew—but the fact she was still holding onto him spoke well of how much she never wanted to let him go again.

“Sora, I-” But Sora interrupted her, as he went and sat down on a nearby loveseat: clearly tired from his long journey back.

And while Kairi didn’t believe she quite deserved these following words of comfort, she greedily took them into her heart anyway.

“Kairi… don’t apologize. None of it was ever your fault. And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat… Kairi, you were trying to fight for the first time. And you did well! Better than I could have done in your shoes… And you saved me. Thank you.

“Anyway, it wasn’t because of you, that Xemnas tried to get back at Roxas for his speech… and used all of our shock at Roxas’ words, to nab you before anyone could do anything about it. It was least of all your fault, what with the painful way he held you.

“And when… that bastard summoned you unconscious, and he- he… all so he could create the X-Blade… Kairi there are still times I wish I could do it all again, and end him for what he did to you.”

Kairi gasped—nearly falling onto the couch alongside Sora in her shock at this—just as it got even darker outside. She couldn’t help it… It was just the first time she’d ever heard Sora be so violent and hateful.

And as a Princess of Heart, she probably should have frowned at this attitude… But she couldn’t.

Instead, Kairi felt oddly… grateful for his love and protection of her. And safe.

She’d just been so sure that everything laid with her, and always had.

And furthermore, that if given a second chance… all the others might choose to let her drown so they could have Sora back…

And that maybe even Sora regretted his own sacrifice—how would she know differently? She hadn’t seen him—and would have chosen himself over her, if he could have done it again.

So hearing the exact opposite of all her fears, was almost too much for Kairi to bear.

But she didn’t let it deter her. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t bawl, hadn’t she? And so, she still wouldn’t.

Maybe that was why she decided to get back to the new development:

“So… back to the subject at hand—about us now being able to tell when people are about to die—do you think I should mention it to anyone? It probably seems dark for a Princess of Light, right?”

Sora smirked at this. And at first, Kairi didn’t understand why. Was he just glad that she was subtly trying to get them back to the less heavy subjects, when they should have been relishing in happiness right now?

Or was it, now that they were pretty much engaged, Sora got the sense that she was saying that if she wasn’t allowed to be dark, it was okay: because her mate could somewhat be that way for her, if need be?

“Yeah,” Sora laughed—suddenly picking Kairi up in his arms: something she “oofed” for at first, but quickly greedily took in as she leaned her cheek against his chest. “I prob’ly wouldn’t mention it to anyone, if I were you… for the reasons you said, Kairi. At least not ‘til we can ask someone about this world’s lore. We may just be effected this way here, for this world’s laws.”

And it was in hearing Sora talk about the “world’s laws”, that common sense and an act to guard Sora, too, seemed to return to Kairi…

After all… from what Sora had told her about his second adventure, he’d come across laws for certain worlds already: When he, Donald, and Goofy, had been unaffected by the cursed treasure in Port Royal.

And apparently in that moment, Sora had felt a great bit of loneliness in realizing they were just always passing through… and wondering when they’d finally get home.

And while Kairi supposed she should have seen herself as the “home” at the end of that scenario right now—wasn’t that what she’d told Sora twice? After he’d defeated Xemnas the first time, and when he’d found her in the light?—she got the feeling that right now… At least with how they were now entangled in something that never should have been able to touch them…  That she wasn’t his home, and if they tried to bridge the gap between them too soon, it would end in disaster again.

And Kairi wouldn’t let that happen.

...Suddenly feeling like a girl fleeing a party from a guy she realized she liked too much— something Kairi’d never actually experience because she’d only ever dance with Sora and she was ready for this, even if pretenses were a thing now—she stumbled away from his arms, and spun around into a curtsey… and lied to his face.

“I… I have to go now, Sora. We’ve just started dating, I mean… And while I felt I might see you tonight, before I came here… I didn’t fully believe it, and wasn’t ready for it yet. So, I didn’t get made up like I like… like I would’ve wanted to do for you. And tonight, I’m too tired to look like anything but a drowned rat now. So tomorrow, Sor… Tomorrow our hands will get closer to reaching each other’s once more.”

Sora was clearly taken aback by this at first—as his eyebrows shot up—and he looked as if he was about to beg Kairi to stay, as his mouth opened and his hands shot out.

But then he calmed down—reigned himself in—and said just this, with a soft smile: “Tomorrow night then, Kai.”

And Kairi fled the mysterious castle, accidentally snagging a piece of her hair on the banister as she did so and hoping that Sora would find it—and deliver it to her, oddly enough—and that it would be like the tale of Cinderella she’d heard of from Aqua.

Outside, the moon seemed to widen as the night turned ebony.

#long post #sokai #fanfiction #Shanna writes

[hasbrobear]

6 (Venom!Jaune x Black cat Neo) NSFW don’t read unless 18 requested by @ask-conquest-emperor-rou

Jaune:Ok ready.

Venom:Ready.

Jaune was on the tallest tower in atlas again only to clear his mind from the past events. The fact that all of Venoms children are gone was devastating. He slowly got over and was ready to head back home until he heard an alarm go off near his building.

Jaune:Fuck it might as well go.

He then morphed the normal terrifying venom suit into the sleeker yet intimidating suit Weiss dubbed Agent venom. He landed on the building near the atlas bank and saw something that surprised him. It was a petite women, one who wore a leather suit that had the zipper at the front stop at her chest. She wore a black mask and had multi colored hair.

Jaune:Hello.

He followed her and made sure not to be seen. Soon he found himself outside a warehouse and saw he rummaging through her winnings. He decided to make himself known.

Jaune:You know stealing lien is wrong right?

She turned and saw him before smirking. She pointed at him.

Jaune:Oh. Are you mute?

Neo:(nods)

Jaune:Well, That makes this a bit awkward since I’m the one talking.

She nodded again and took her weapon out. It was a long blade with a hook handle. He got into a fighting position. He couldn’t use Crocrea Mors cause of its familiarity so hand to hand should work. The two ran at each other and sent their own blows to each other.

Neo fell in a heap defeated. She was going to try and escape through teleportation but it failed once she found out she didn’t have much aura left. Jaune walked up to her and grabbed her by the leg and lifted her up. He looked down and saw the look of anger and regret in her face.

Jaune:You Shouldn’t have stolen that money though.

Then in a sudden twist Neo used his arm and got herself out an jumped back but as he was going to run and get her she held a hand out. She then placed a hand on her zipper and slowly unzipped her suit. Venom who was watching as well grew attracted to the fem fatal as Jaune felt something grow within his loins. Neo soon had her suit off and was naked for Jaune to see.

Venom:’She’s bribing you to escape take it.’

Jaune:’What if she escapes?’

Venom:’She can’t, ok get her.’

Jaune nodded and his helmet retracted but only showed his mouth as he walked toward Neo. He then quickly grabbed her by the back of her head and smashed his lips against hers with his tongue invading hers. Surprised by the sudden movements Neo used this chance to look for any weapons on his person to use. But he saw through it and grabbed her by her hands and kept them behind her. Now at his mercy Jaune felt completely dominant and knew how to let it out. He used some goo and stuck Neos arms together and started to rub her clot as his middle finger was press against her asshole. Neo felt pleasure from this but still tried to escape. Though not much can be done since her hands were bonded together and he had his arms around her. Jaune then grabbed on of her ankles and lifted her as he kept the other hand on her hip. He placed her pussy on his mouth and started eating her out savagely. If Neo could make noises she’d me moaning out loudly into the cold air.

Venom:You know. She taste a little like ice cream. I’m going to enjoy getting to the gooey center~

Jaune:I don’t know weather to agree or disagree with that.

Once he finished he held her upside down as she started twitching. His dick as uncovered by Venom and he guided her mouth to take it in.

Venom:This seems vaguely familiar.

Jaune:No... nnngh. It doesn't...

She then followed along and placed her hands on his hips before bobbing her head back and forth. Soon enough Jaune came inside her mouth and he heard her gulping it down. Venom had enough and took control as he covered Jaunes body and turned Neo right side up.

Venom:Enough Foreplay. We like you, so now we are going to break you~

She shivered at the thought but it was a welcomed shiver as Venom guided Jaunes now 12 inch penis to Neos right little snatch. The head press against it and with some difficulty it finally went in causing Neo to loll her tongue out and cross her eyes.

Venom:Yesssss!

He then moved her up and down the shaft like a flashlight and took immediate pleasure from it as he took her tongue into his and sucked on it, he looked down and grinned at the large bulge on her stomach that came from his dick. After an hour of hitting her womb he removed himself and smirked. He liked himself up with Neo other hole as she turned with a sadistic smile and nodded rapidly. He then shoved his cock into her tight hole and screeched in pleasure.

Venom:I think I’m in love again!

He then thrusted in and out of her multiple times as her arms and legs went limp and then she felt something come out of her mouth and it was cum. She was so lost in pleasure that she didn’t notice Jaune cum inside her ass until she passed out. Venom remove himself from Neo as she fell onto the floor shaking in pleasure. Jaune took control again and looked at his work.

Jaune:.... I won’t disagree. What you did was hot.

Venom:Of course it was.

Jaune:What did you mean by agai-

Venom:Oh hey look a naked beauty why don’t we do something about that?

Jaune:You’re right. Can’t leave her here. Let’s take her home.

He used his symbiote to cover her body and warm in up in the atlas cold and made his way back home.

#rwby #jaune arc #venom jaune au #venom #neo #silent knight