James Delaney || Nsft Alphabet

James Delaney || Nsft Alphabet

Author: Cass & Rouge Request: @a-happy-wolf

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

James is not a master when it comes to aftercare, he rarely gives you hugs. Most of the time, he will lay there next to you, watching how you sleep by his side.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

James doesn’t have a body part he likes in himself. He thinks he is an average-looking block that no one finds attractive but rather disgusting. If it comes to you, he loves your bun. James uses any occasion to spank or squeeze it, even when it’s in public.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

James loves to cum on your breasts or face but he didn’t mind to shoot his semen deep inside your core. He really loves to see your pretty face covered in his cum, it turns him on.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His hidden dirty secret is fact that he fantasizes about his sister Zilpha having sex with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

James is a very experienced man.Years in Africa did their thing, alongside the voodoo knowledge came sexual knowledge as well. He knows exactly what to do or where to press to make you scream.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves to hold you close, to feel your body against his, the good old missionary is his favorite.Unless it’s one of his wild rituals. Then he likes to sit back, relax and simply watch you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

James is always serious, even during sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neatly groomed African bush. James doesn’t really care about these stuff but he still remembers to keep himself clean down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is rough and wild. James doesn’t like playing games with you. He wants to fuck you hard, making sure that next day you will be having problems with proper walking.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

James loves to give himself a lot of attention and time.If needed, he closes himself in the attic to play with his cock for a while, teasing the tip at the beginning and jerking the length viciously at the end.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves when you call him “daddy” or “Mr Delaney”. Sometimes he also likes to be dominated and tied, but these moments are pretty rare.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

James mostly prefer your shared bedroom.He simply loves to make you scream your lungs off for him and ONLY him. There is no better place than doing it in his own bedroom.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The slightest view or thought of your soft flesh sticking out of your dress can easily drive James crazy. Also when he’s mad, he likes to get laid - he can get rid of bad emotions when he fucks you senseless.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Everything that hurt you is off the list.Everyone knows that James can be a violent sadist but he would never harm you.He want to keep you in perfect shape, both mentally and physically.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefer to receive it. James loves when you suck him off, it helps him relax but with hand in your hair it also gives him the control he loves so much. If you will be a good girl for him, you can be sure he will give it back to you. He is highly skilled with his tongue, probablybecause all these foreign languages he uses.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

James is very harsh and fast if it comes to sex. He almost always chases his own needs and releases. He will fuck you hard and deep, whenever he wants to.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He simply hates them. He loves to take his time with you to make you scream his name.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

James likes to experiment. He still looks for new ways to give and get pleasures.He is very open to new sensations, so he gladly experiments.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has a lot of energy when it comes to fucking you. Get ready for two to three rounds of wild sex, as long as you will be able to take it. He will stop and let you go as soon as he’ll spotthe smallest hint of discomfort on your face.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

James doesn’t believe in all those fancy sex toys. He knows his skills well enough to know that he and ONLY he can give you a real pleasure.No matter how much you will beg him, he will never agree on toys in bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t much of a tease.When you wanna fuck, he takes you, when you don’t, he just goes take care of his stuff.Teasing is a simple west of time and energy to him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

James can get pretty loud during sex. He also knows how to make you scream oh so loudly. He loves when you grunt and moan right into his ear, and according him, the louder the better.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

James loves to be right next to you while performing his voodoo rituals. He loves to see what he’s doing to you, how your body arches for him in overwhelming ecstasy. And all this without using his flesh.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

James is a little above average size. His shaft is rather thick than long. He also owns rather big balls.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high.It’s all because of the stress and nerves that he gets from his businesses. There is no better way to let his emotionsvanish then getting wild in the sheets.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

James falls asleep pretty quickly though your sex in exhausting.

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Unexpected Buffing || Logan Howlett x Reader Smut

Summary: You went to a pub all alone and some guys bothered you in a nasty way. Fortunately, a very mysterious and handsome stranger rushed and saved your evening.

Warnings: Unprotected smut!

Words: 2678

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Evening at bar started nicely. You had few shots, enjoying your spare time. Few men tried to flirt with you but you didn't mind it as long as they were keeping a proper distance. You also hit a dancefloor to move your hips to the beat DJ was playing.

Logan entered the bar and quickly got annoyed by the crowds. There was nothing worst than being surrounded by strangers who would gladly try to kill you because of what you were.

He hid hands into his pockets and walked to the bar. Somehow he found a free bar stole, and sitting down he patted on the countertop.

"Barman! Whiskey," Logan ordered before lighting a cigar.

Meantime, two guys approached you on the dancefloor.

"Hey, chicka, you look fine," said one of them.

"Yea, nice figure you have, baby girl," his mate responded happily, simply wrapping arm around your waist and started to dance right behind you, scraped his crotch against your butt.

You turned around, angry grimace on your face as you slapped man's cheek. "Leave me alone, fucker," you snapped and rushed off dancefloor to take a seat across the bar.

Howlett looked behind his shoulder on sudden commotion. Girl got away so he returned to his cigar and drink but still discreetly kept an eye on her as she sat down. Men like this liked to keep horrasing girls until someone would bit them up.

You ordered Margarita and sipped on your drink, checking your phone. Your best friend has written she won't be able to meet you at the bar so you cursed under your breath. "Cunt," you mumbled to yourself and emptied your glass.

But when you tried to get up and leave the club, these two man came to you again. One grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, you felt his stinky breath on your cheek and you almost fainted.

"Where is our kitten about to go? We can guide you back home, doll. What? Is your mommy waiting for her little girl to return?," dude asked, exposing his yellowish teeth.

"Fuck off," you growled, pulling hand out of his grasp. "I am not interested."

Logan had enough. Maybe strangers weren't his favourites but he hated how people could hurt innocent ones just for fun.

He observed you and whole situation to make sure he should or even could ntervene. When the men didn't stop bothering you, Logan got up from his seat and walked to you.

"Hey assholes! You don't have better stuff to do? Girl doesn't want your company, is it so hard to understand?," he growled. "The girl is with me."

You passed a surprised glance to a stranger and moved to stay next to his side. "I'd kick your balls, dicks, but I'm kinda not too sober to do this by my own, but he can," you assured them and wrapped arm around his strong waist.

Thanks God this guy has showed. You knew situation was getting thicker.

Logan smiled and wrapped his arm around you.

"Sure I could, sweetheart, but I got you here to have some fun. I am not in a mood for fights so better fuck off from the girl!," Logan said with deep growl.

Sure, he could just beat them up right there but the last thing he needed was some special attention because of the fight.

One of guys rolled his eyes. "We just wanted to lead lady home, man, cool down."

They observed you for awhile and left when they realised that stranger wasn't in mood for jokes.

"Thank ya," you whispered.

Logan nodded and simply walked back to his his seat. "You better go home or make sure that someone pick you up so you won't get into troubles again," he said sitting down and taking sip of his drink.

You blinked. He simply left you like nothing had happened seconds before. You followed him and took a seat next to him. "Whiskey. Two, actually," you ordered and when bartender poured alcohol to glasses, you handled one to stranger.

Logan looked at you with raised eyebrow. "Are you trying to get into more trouble, girl? Don't hurt yourself with this drink, little one," he said taking the glass from you.

"That's for saving me from distress," you joked lightly, looking at him carefully. "I'm Y/N, and you?"

"I am a Lone Wolf and that's all you need to know," Logan said and looked at you carefuly. "I don't like people harassing others and you really must like getting into trubles. Coming to place like this, alone, dressed like that" he summed up, lighting another cigar and measuring you with his eyes.

You observed him, playing with lock of your hair.

Stranger was tall and handsome, beard was giving him +10 points to charm. His arms and chest were wide and well-built. When he was looking at you, his deeply blue eyes were shining like a stars on the sky.

"I'm not a troublemaker," you assured him softly. "Hey. Tell me, what can I do for you for saving me? I owe you a favour."

"Well, looking at the situation and at you I assume you end in situations like this quiet often," Logan muttered taking a sip from his glass as he looked at you carfully.

You looked nice in tight dress that showed off your beautiful body shape. Hair kinda messy because of the not nice meeting from minutes before.

"You could try and don't get into trouble so I don't have to save you again," Logan said with soft smile. "That would be nice."

"Deal," you smiled and simply took the cigar out of his hand. You inhaled with strong smoke and smiled at him. "Would you mind if I'd ask you to lead me back home?"

He watched you thinking about your proposition. Maybe it was a chance to end the evening nicer than getting drunk or getting into a fight.

"Walk you home you say," Logan pretended to think, rubbing his chin slowly. He moved closer to your ear. "I think I can do that. Just to make sure you will get home safe, litte one," he purred into your ear with soft smile.

You smiled at him and at the same moment you coughed loudly, apparently the smoke from his cigar was too strong for you.

Logan laughed softly and patted your back. "Little girl chocked on real man's cigar? First fight, now this? Let's get you home before you'll kill yourself by accident," he said taking the cigar from you as he got up from the seat. He started walking torward the door, looking over his shoulder. "Ya comming?"

You blushed at his comments yet followed him like a good puppy.

As soon as you both left the pub, you took a deep breath. Evening was rather cold and you shivered when wind blew you right in the face. "What were your purpose on coming here tonight?," you asked him.

"Getting drunk, that's all," Logan answered briefly with a shrug, he removed his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

When you two got to your place, he looked around. "And you live here alone?," man asked.

You hung his jacket on a hanger next to front door and walked to the kitchen to pour yourself a water. "Yea, as you see. Do ya want something to drink?," you offered politely, looking at him above your shoulder.

"I think I'd prefer a snack," Logan said as he sneaked behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as his chest pressed to your back. Logan nuzzled to your hair and then to your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent. "And you look and smell like a great snack," he purred in a deep voice against your skin.

You parted your lips as you muscles tensed. Not that you didn't want it, you were simply cut off guard when he came to you without warning. His chest was strong and warm and you couldn't help but whimpered quietly. You turned around in his arms and put hands to his stomach. "Oh, do I?"

Logan purred loudly pushing his hips against you slowly. "Yes, you look and smell fucking amazing. I guess it was a right thing to save you tonight," Howlett growled and suddenly picked you up to sit you on the counter.

He rested one hand on your hip, massaging it gently, other hand moved to your nape to pull you into a messy kiss.

You tried to say something but was cut off by the kiss. He tasted wonderful, a mix of strong alcohol and nicotine. You hummed and wrapped arm around his neck, placing other hand at his buttock, squeezing it.

When you broke the kiss, you let out a whimper. "Woah, easy, tiger."

"Nah, I am not this type," he said and pulled you off the counter and walked with you to your bedroom. Your smell was everywhere but bedroom had the stronger scent so he found it easily.

Longan threw you on bed and looked down on you. "Look at you, got into another trouble and you say you ain't a troublemaler, little Y/N," he purred and towered over you. "Let's see what you are hiding under that dreas."

Your cheeks were burning with blush, eyes glistening from unspeakable desire. You say on the bed and reached to your buck to unzip your dress. You took it off your shoulders and laid down, raising your hips to take dress completely off. You tossed it on the floor as you did. Your black lacy underwear emphasized your shape. You looked up at him and moved to the edge of the bed. "Like what you see?," you teased, unbuckling his belt.

"Such a good little girl," Logan purred and moved hand into your hair, stroking them gently. He looked at your body and the lacy underwear. "I like it... But I know what would look even better."

Logan leanded down and quickly ripped your bra in half, he took it off and tossed it on the ground. "I will buy you a new one. Now, get back to work," Logan winked at you.

You were still blushing but you didn't pay attention to this anymore.

You slipped hand into his jeans and stroked his crotch through boxers he was wearing beneath pants. You tugged on his jeans and when they fell down to his ankles, you went down on your knees and tugged his boxers down as well.

He was rather a big sized, thick length was slowly getting harder. You glared up at him and placed a kiss to his tip, then spat on your palm before pumping it around his shaft.

"Come on, don't play with me or I won't be gently with you, sweetheart," he whispered looking down on you, his hand moved trough your hair pulling them gently.

You took his cock into your mouth, you deep-throated him instantly, gagging with his length. Saliva dripped on your boobs from corners of your mouth and you slipped your free hand into your panties, rubbing over your clit.

You bobbed head back and forth, sucking hardly onto his tip. You pulled it out of your mouth to press it against his lower stomach to lick main vain properly and to suck onto his balls.

Logan held your head tightly but didn't control your moves, you did such a good job that there was no point in this.

After a moment he pulled you up. "Such a good girl, how do you think? Did uou deserved the reward?," he asked softly, his thumb traced your lips as he looked into your eyes.

You sucked onto his thumb, nodding eagerly. "I guess so," you answered him with a grin on your lips. You rocked your hips on sides, playing with your panties. You slipped them off. You grabbed his palm and simply guided it between your thighs.

He rubbed fee circles around your already dripping pussy and then  grabbed your legs and picked you up, pushing you on his hard cock. He nuzzled to your shoulder and let out an animalastic, deep growl as he started to move you up and down his member.

Logan started to bite and suck on your skin, making sure to leave a mark so you would have a souvenir after him. "You feel so good around me, little one. So warm and tight, just for me," he purred like a happy wolf. "I'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna be mine."

You hugged to him tightly as from it would depend your life. You were moaning and groaning right into his ear, sometimes muffling your whimpers by kissing his jawline.

"You like it, don't ya, girl?," he chuckled, listening to your moans and every little sound you made.

Logan moved with you to a wall, he pressed your back to it. His hand moved around your neck to squeeze it hard but not enough to hurt you in any way.

You rolled your eyes, pleasure was unbearable to you. His cock was thick, his thrusts hurt you but you enjoyed it oh so much. "Fuck me, just like that, boy," you whimpered. "Fuck me harder, I want it harder, fucking shit," you growled through clenched teeth as your hand moved to squeeze his butt.

Logan gladly used his full strength to pound into you. "As my princess wish. You won't be able to fucking walk tomorrow," he growled and his hand moved from your throat between your bodies to rub your clit. Logan nuzzled to your neck only to inhale your scent and bit hard into your warm flesh.

You squeaked loudly, moving hands to his back and scratching them strongly, leaving bloody marks after your long nails. "I wanna ride your fucking cock," you stated, your eyes on his. "Let me make you feel fucking amazing."

"Not this time, little one. But maybe next time, I promise you that," he purred into your ear as he pressed your clit and stroked more agressivly. "Come on, cum for me, girl."

"So fuck my fucking cunt harder, boy," you teased. Your boobs were bouncing, meeting each one of his thrusts.

Truth was he made your legs shake and you knew you were almost reaching your peak.

He felt how close he was and he wasn't going to hold it. Logan fucked you hard, slamming into your core with a loud growls. Logan kept going like this before pushing as deep as it was only possibe, his hips stuttered and hands rested on the wall, trapping your head between them.

He moved his hips few more times before cumming with a loud roar.

His claws slipped out and stabbed the wall. "Fuck..."

Blissful climax made you unaware what has happened for a few moments. You screamed and a tear streamed down your cheek because you couldn't bear with that amount of pleasure. Your juices mixed with his semen and dripped down your legs when you let go of his waist. So you stand there, naked, in front of a man you knew for two hours.

When you realized the claws were still sticked in the wall, you covered your mouth, cold shiver ran along your spine. "You're a mutant...," your words hung between two of you like an axe.

Logan growled loudly trying to free himself. "Fucking shit." When he finally did he looked at you and nodded slowly. "I am," he muttured and looked away. Logan was sure that soon you would kick him out of your flat because of this.

You didn't say a word. You walked to the bed and laid down, patting place by your side. "Wanna join?"

Logan looked at you, suprised. He looked at you like a deer into the headlights, then he joined you in the bed. "I expected a different reaction," Logan said gently wrapping arm around you.

Next morning ll that left after him was his jacket and few bucks with a little note saying: "For you bra, just as I promised."

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Us Three || Arthur Morgan x Reader x John Marston smut

Summary: Arthur Morgan & John Marston are having some arousing time with Reader.

Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration

Words: 2471

Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Author: Cass & Rouge

In that split second before the touch every nerve in your body and brain were electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

And you've never thought about being in such a situation.

You were their drug. One touch and the intoxication was instant. Just your scent sent them into a heady trance, one that didn't end until your bodies were still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as three souls could be.

Your back were leant against cold, stone wall of the bedroom. Arthur was on your left, John on the right.

John's hands pulled you into messy kiss, his rough hands held your cheek.

"Try to not eat her, Marston,” Arthur muttered before his lips attacked your neck and collarbone. His big hands held your hips.

"Shut up…," John growled against your lips before also moving to your neck to bite and suck on all your soft spots.

Soft moan escaped your parted lips, you were turning head from left to right, giving a loving kiss to each of them. "My cowboys," quiet whimper was everything you could do at that moment. Their touches on your body were sending you right to heaven. Their kisses, their strong scents. Your hands moved down their bodies, to their crotches.

Arthur smiled at your soft touch while John let you a quiet whimper. "Our girl," Arthur pulled you into a kiss, bucking his hips into your hand.

"Our dirty girl," John whispered. He undid his pants and guiding your hand under them.

You were kissing Arthur as your palm was wrapped around John's member. You gave him few long strokes. Within a second you broke kiss with Morgan to press a kiss to John's jawline. Other hand of yours started unbuckling Arthur's pants. "And that's why I love both of you, boys," smile appeared onto your lips as your other hand squeezed Arthur's balls.

Marston kept pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin that he could reach, he was that touch starved.

"... and we love you," Morgan growled against your shoulder.

"What we’re gonna do with you, huh?," he looked at you as his hand slowly traveled under your shirt to you tender breast.

John imitated Arthur's move to give your other breast some attention too.

"You both good know what does your doll need," your reply was short and firm.

You slipped out of their embraces. You turned around to Arthur first, pushing him onto the wall. Second later you did same with Marston. "Pants down, cowboys," you ordered with a grin, slowly unbuttoning your flannel shirt.

Both boys muttered something but obeyed you. Both cocks were hard, standing proud. Arthur was a bit bigger and thicker than John. Men looked on you with anticipation and lust in their eyes.

"And wonder what is it?," John said with soft smile.

You unbuttoned your shirt open, you pressed your front to John's while making out with him. Your tongues were dancing together, meantime your grabbed Arthur's thick length slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft. After longer moment, you went down on your knees.

John kissed you back eagerly, both of his hands moved down your body to rest on your ass. He purred deeply into the kiss and squeezed your butt.

Arthur growled unhappy. "Why he gets much more attention than me?," he murmured and after a moment looked down on you.

"Jealous, Morgan?," John teased him.

You smirked at them and shortly after wrapped lips around thick length of Arthur. You bobbed head back and forth, your eyes on his face. After longer moment you pulled his dick out of your mouth and spat on John's member, picking it up to lick its inner part.

Arthur inhaled sharply at the blissful feeling of your lips around his sensitive shaft. "Oh, darling',” man hummed moving his hand through your hair.

"Fuck…," John whimpered quietly at the contact of your tongue with his member.

You sucked onto John's tip. You pulled him out to give some attention to Arthur, meantime your free hand traveled to hems of your dress and beneath it, you rubbed your cunt.

"Pull her up." John said to Arthur.

"C'mon, darling'." Arthur purred and did what he had to. He pressed your back to his chest, he parted your legs before raising one of them. John got onto his knees and wasted no time, he immediately attacked your entrance with his tongue. Arthur's finger moved to rub your clit, pressing it from time to time.

"Fuck!," your whimper was loud. "Fuck, yeah," your hand was slipped into John's hair, you rolled hips for him as you turned your head to kiss Arthur. "You both like my pussy, don't ya?," you asked. "I know you do. You both are fucking skilled, I fucking love all things you do to me," you were pricing both of them, the lust in your voice. You grabbed your shirt and fully took it off tossing it onto wooden floor.

John mumbled against your entrance before pushing his tongue and finger inside you.

Arthur smiled and his hand grabbed one of your breasts. He rolled and pinched your nipple, kissing your neck.

"Fuck," your eyes were rolled back with a blissful sigh escaping your mouth. Both of your hands were placed on back of Marston's head as you started to fuck his face with your cunt.

Arthur grabbed your other leg and picked you up. "We have a nice surprise for you, darling'. Remember what we talked about, John?"

Other man moved away from your pussy and looked at Arthur hesitantly. "Are ya sure about that? We might hurt her, I don't want that," Marston said getting back onto his feet.

"She will be fine. Besides, Charles made something, he said it will be useful while having fun. Hold her," Arthur said before passing you to John.

John smiled and nuzzled to your cheek and neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Heart was beating fast in your chest. You were oh so curious about what your cowboys had to offer to you. You wrapped legs tightly around John's hips, slowly rolling hips against his already rock hard member. You tangled fingers in his hair as your lips traveled along his neck sucking into his pulse point. "What are you planning, guys?," you turned your head to Arthur as you observed his every move.

"You can't be still even for a moment, huh girl?," John shook his head, grabbing your hips tightly enough to prevent any movement. "Better be quick there, Arthur."

"Just give me a moment." Arthur was looking for something in his bad. Both man ignored you.

You nuzzled tightly to John's shoulder inhaling his scent. You raised head to kiss his jawline. "Guys...?," you moaned lovingly, "What's that?"

"Got it!," Arthur said visibly happy. He had a small jar in his hand.

John simply kissed side of your head. "Ya sure, it will work? We not gonna hurt her?," asked John setting you on the floor.

"I think we will see while doing it. I mean, she is smart enough to let us know if it will be too much for her to handle. Right?," Arthur smiled, kissing top of your head.

You climbed onto toes and kissed him murmuring. "What do you plan to me?," you asked again and slowly got fully undressed. Second later you were laying onto the bed looking at your men.

"Who do ya want to have in front of you sweetheart?" Arthur asked. “I want you, Arthur, I want you and that beautiful, strong body of yours in front of me," you knelt on the bed with hand already placed between your thighs. "Will you be waiting some more? Shall I start with myself?," you teased them.

John looked away with soft frown, feeling insecure, probably because of his scares.

"Nah, no need. We will do that," Arthur knelt in from of you while John took place behind you. Arthur took some of the stuff from the jar, it was some kind of a lube. He made sure to coat his cock, then John's. Other man gasped and growled at the touch.

"Let's hope it will be enough," Arthur smiled and lifted you up only slip his cock inside you.

Soon John tried to join him.

When Arthur's member was fully slipped into you, you let a loud sigh biting your lower lip. "So good...," you whispered looking behind you above your shoulder. "John?," you stack your bun to him, a blush onto your lips as you rested hands at Arthur's chest, you waited for John to join both of you.

John said nothing, he nuzzled to your shoulder trying his best to hide his face. To your own surprise John didn't tried to fuck your ass as always. "Come on, Marston. You not gonna hurt her," Arthur slightly annoyed.

Other man growled and pushed into you joining Arthur's cock. John let out a quiet whimper. "Oh God."

One of your hands traveled back to hold into John's forearm as you arched your back. Pleasure was already huge, your two boys fucking you slowly at the same time. You were filled to the brim by their cocks. "Just like that...," you laid your front on Arthur's chest since you couldn't move by yourself, Marston and Morgan had the power over you.

"You like it don't you, Y/N? Who do you belong to? Huh?! Answer me!," Arthur growled pushing harder few times before coming to back to gently pace.

John kept pushing gently into you, placing kisses on your neck and shoulder. "Our little treasure," man purred against your skin.

You already became a moaning mess and it was hard to you to say anything. But when you managed, it's more a moan than proper answer. "Mhm... To John... Fuck! To John Marston and to Arthur fucking Morgan," you sucked onto Arthur's lower lip biting it to blood second later. "Fuck, John!"

Arthur pulled you into a deep kiss as  both boys started to move faster, giving you hart thrust.

"Fuck," John whimpered, wrapping arm around you lower belly.

"Such a good, girl. Taking us so good," Arthur praised you as his hand moved to your clit. "We fuck you so good."

You kissed Arthur oh so deeply humming in the kiss. "Enough," you asked while exhaling deeply. "I want to ride Marston's stallion," you claimed, "And to suck your fucking cock, Arthur."

"I though you prefer to have Arthur in front of you?," John said as he stopped moving and slowly pulled out. He laid down, looking at you.

Arthur moved you off his cock. Within a second you straddled John's lap guiding his cock into your soaking wet core. "Fuck," you rolled head back and rolled hips for him quickly. "Just like that!" Few thrusts of yours have passed before you leant down to suck onto Morgan's member. You pumped hand around his thick shaft.

John kept a nice and steady pace, wanting to give you as much of pleasure as possible. His hand moved to your clit, he rubbed it gently while two of his fingers slipped inside you along his cock.

Arthur growled softly. He grabbed hand full of your hair to fuck your face the way he wanted.

Soft hum sent vibrations to Arthur's cock as single tear streamed down your cheek. That pleasure was too much for you to handle but you didn't want it to stop, ever. You spat on Arthur's cock, deep-throating him and gagging yourself with his length.

Arthur let out a unexpected deep moan. "Fuck, darling. You’re gonna make me cum. I am so close."

"I am too," John whimpered against your skin. His thrust became sloppy and erratic, he was letting out a quiet whimper from time to time. "Please, tell me I can fill you up."

You started stroking Arthur's cock hardly, jerking him while your eyes were on John. "Fuck me, Marston. I wanna be filled with your sweet cum, it's your fucking pussy after all," you stated with blissful smirk as you felt how Arthur's cock throb in your palm.

Arthur smiled as his hand moved to his balls. "And I’m gonna paint that beautiful, rosy face white tonight,"  said Morgan proudly.

John grabbed your hips tightly, your words gave him new strength. He used it to fuck your cunt as hard as he only could. Soon, both men cum. Arthur just like as said he cum on you. He growled loudly at the sight of his milky cum, dripping down your face.

John cum deep inside of you, whispering your name, you could feel how hard it was for him to calm down his breath. Man only nuzzled to your body, relaxing slowly.

You licked your lips from Arthur's cum and wiped what has left on your cheek and chin. Then you leant to John and kissed him deeply. You got off his lap to take his cock into your mouth, you wanted desperately to taste your mixed cums.

John hissed softly at the sudden feeling. "Fuck, Y/N."

"I think someone is a bit too sensitive here," Arthur teased and John blushed looking away. "C'mon, darling’. Time to rest, you were a good girl today,," Arthur purred.

As you finished with John, you nuzzled to his chest, your fingers traveled all over his torso. Arthur nuzzled to your back and closed his eyes.

"Y/N?" John asked quietly.

Your chin raised as you looked at him, gently stroking his right cheek, right where scars were visible. "Yes, darling?"

"Earlier you said all those nice things about Arthur's body, do you... Do you think, I am less…," John stopped thinking about right word, "Less attractive? Because of the scars?"

You reached out and made him turn face fully towards you. You kissed his lips and cheek with scars then. Tiny, gently kisses were placed to each of his scars, you pecked his lips. "Silly, you're as handsome as he is. These scars only get you more manly charm."

"Or shows how stupid he is," Arthur muttered.

John rolled his eyes and nuzzled to you, hugging you tightly. "Thank you."

"Morgan, you bastard," you snapped hitting Arthur's forearm with fist. "Shut that filthy mouth of yours and you, darling," you turned to John, "Don't listen to him. He's just jealous that he doesn't get as much of my attention lately."

Arthur giggled softly and shook his head. "Let's just rest... Imma tired," Morgan stated sleepily.

John kissed your lips before nuzzling to you. "I love you, Y/N. So much."

"I love her too," Arthur added lazily.

Soon, all three of you were sleeping. Men were keeping you locked, nice and safe, between their bodies.

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The Skies of Dead

Summary: When London become devoured by walking corpses and mysterious virus, two complete strangers try to find a way to keep on surviving in the rotten city.

Warnings: zombies, graphic description of violence

Words: 3223

Authors: Cass & Grizzly

A/N: Cass here! My boyfriend has always had a little dream about writing his own story. I am so glad I could have helped him in making this dream come true! Hope you all will enjoy it as much as we did while writing! I love you, sweetie! 😍😍

As Arthur Bristow stood across from the building and debated with himself whether or not he should enter the Shard building, the humming and chanting grew louder.

Arthur held a machete up, breathing deeply as he checked once again if the blade was sharp enough.

Who is in there? What in blazes are they doing?

It had been a horrible week to the man. It was now four days later, and the reports of missing persons and murders in the streets of London had multiplied to shocking statistics. The city was seeing its fair share of violence, too, and it all seemed to orbit around the Shard skyscraper.

That morning four days ago, Arthur had gone to his office, finished his paper work, packed his pocket voice recorder, and set off walking to the London Eye where he had to meet with famous guest, who was about to share an interview to him. When he arrived on place, he realized the recorder wasn’t in his pocket. That made him angry and frustrated. Had he dropped it on the way? It could be anywhere between The Times office and London Eye. Arthur cursed when he realized his foolishness. Nevertheless, he made up his mind to return to his office and look for the recorder. It was when he saw undeads for the first time. Everything bursted out of nowhere, people were chasing others, trying to bite their flesh, and as soon as someone has been bitten, they turned into undeads as well. And most of infected went out of Shard. Was it a coincidence?

This day Arthur had taken a short side trip to London Bridge Street to take a look at the Shard, and here he was. Scared and hesitant. The sweat trickled down his neck. His heart rate had increased.

If you’re going inside, you’d better get going, he commanded himself. Be brave. It can’t possibly be that bad, can it?

He stepped into the street and crossed to the other side. It was then that he realized there wasn’t much traffic. For a Saturday morning, that was unheard of.

Where was everyone? Perhaps the Londoners were just as frightened as he was and were staying indoors. Good for them.

Arthur went up the stone steps and put his ear to the doors made of glass. The ugly chorale was a symphony of moans. It sounded as if the people inside were in pain and were collectively and wordlessly expressing their misery. A bunch of very sick civilians had gathered in...

Steeling his nerves and taking a deep breath, Bristow opened the doors. The stench that met his nostrils almost overpowered him. He gagged and put a hand over his mouth. He considered turning back, but now his curiosity got the best of him. He stepped inside.

The inner foyer was empty, but it was clear that the noise was coming from theinside, off to the left. Artur slowly approached the double doors to the great conference room, swallowed, and opened them.

The horror inside was too much to comprehend. And then the source of the terror turned its attention to him..

The coldness of old, stoned basement was growing with every minute Emily was spending there. The lightbulb was shining brightly but even light didn't change the fact about her position. She sat in the corner of the room, scared and cold with her back pressed hard to a wall.

Just a four days ago this young lady was working at a veterinary clinic. She never said her work was hard, being close to animals of all kinds was the main goal in her life. Their size never frightened her but that day all animals acted weird just like they would feel something that people did not, cats were hissing and dogs were nervous.

Due to some unexplained reasons, all patients canceled their appointments or simply didn't show up. This was highly suspicious to every worker but the truth was that there was no one to work for so everyone was sent home.

Emily lived outside London in a small village.

She got into her car and drove through the streets, this was when she saw the undead for the first time even if she wasn't completely oblivious to the fact then.

The man shuffled trough driveway, he was covered in blood and didn't look healthy, Emily did her best to pass him by thinking that it was just some kind of sick person on a lose.

Even if the house was small it still was cozy and enough for a young woman. Even if the day seemed quiet it quickly changed into chaos.

Emily looked through the window as soon as she heard screams outside, the things that she saw made her stomach turned.

People were running and attacking each other, acting like rabid animals which only goal was to bite someone. The sidewalks were already splattered with blood, turned body decorated streets and lawns.

At this point, only one thing hit Emily - thought about finding a shelter. She needed to hide from horrors of the outside world.

An only safe place that she knew was her basement, she ran there as soon as it was possible.

And this was how she ended in such a bad position but she knew she couldn't stay there forever.

Arthur Bristow opened his eyes, winced at the brightness of the new day, and immediately vomited. He forced himself to get to his knees in order to keep the vile stuff from getting on his clothes, although lying in the recesses of a burnt-out building wasn’t the cleanest place he could have hidden.

Soot, ash, and blackened pieces of the wooden roof that had caved into the space littered the floor; its filthiness hadn’t been so obvious last night when he’d slithered inside the structure of Big Ben.

You don’t care too much where you’re going when you’re running for your life. The main thing is to hide—quickly and silently—so they don’t get you.

After he’d finished heaving, Arthur crawled away from the mess and weakly collapsed. He lay on his back, looking up through the gaping hole at the clouds in the bright blue sky. This one building was the most iconic, both palace and clock tower.

Ironically, it was a beautiful day outside. The weather was perfect, although hot, ideal for a relaxing swim in the hotel pool.

Big Ben was now a relic of the past. The luxury establishment was now burned, destroyed, and overrun with Infected. And it had happened so quickly. The siege by the creatures began after ten last evening, and it was over in less than an hour. Everyone who was still alive had fled into the dark, dangerous streets of London. Arthur was surprised no one else had followed him into this little shelter, where he huddled for hours in fear until he had finally fallen asleep.

Sleep. At this point, it was something that wasted precious time. And he didn’t have a whole lot of that left.

Man rolled up the torn sleeve of the windbreaker he had donned to keep warm. The bite on his forearm was angry, red, and swollen. It burned like the dickens. He noted the time on his wristwatch; it had been roughly seven and a half hours since the Infected’s teeth had clamped down and punctured his skin. Now, the wound appeared diseased and putrid. Yellow pus oozed from the several perforations. It was gross, it hurt, and it was certainly deadly. Arthur quickly covered it with the sleeve of his leather jacket, although it, too, exhibited punctures in the fabric.

He stifled a cry, but the tears flowed regardless.

Emily growled pushing the heavy flap of the basement, the morning felt cold even if the sky was clear outside.

She wasn't sure how many days she spent in the basement. Her fear was paralyzing to the point that she refused to leave the safe place, thanks God for jars of food she had there.

Emily moved to window, a view there calmed her down but at the same time gave her weird feeling of danger.

The horror she saw before hiding, disappeared. Now streets were simply empty, some splashes of blood but that was it. Whatever happened she couldn't just stay there and wait for the rescue because that might never come.

Emily had chaos in her head but she had to do something so she grabbed her bag and packed some simple items like a flashlight and some bandages as well as something to eat, then put on her jacket and slowly left using the front door.

How angry she was when she saw her car was gone, all she saw was little bits of glass scattered over driveway.

Emily decided that she had to get to London, the capital of the whole country simply had to have some kind of a shelter or at last information of what the hell happened.

The young woman opened the garage and looked inside, the only useful thing there was a bike. There was no other way so she had to use the bike.

The way to London was terrible, it was a long time since she used the bike for the last time.

No matter what place she went by, they all were almost empty. Almost was the word, on her way she saw some moaning, whining, mangled figures but she never dared to get close.

The City of London was always beautiful and full of life, it was one of the most popular cities in the whole world but now it looked sad and empty.

Streets splattered with blood, old newspaper scattered all around the city, wrecks of cars.

Was it war or something else?

Emily jumped off the bike as soon as she got to one of the most iconic places in the whole city - Big Ben.

Looking around Emily smiled seeing someone walking the street.

"Sorry!," she yelled. "Hello! Excuse me but do you know what happened here? I look for some information and maybe... some government shelter," she said walking to the stranger. The horror grew big as soon as she got closer to the person

It wasn't really a person. It was a living corpse. Empty eyes and grey-white skin, its jaw was half ripped exposing everything inside. It was missing a whole arm. The creature let out a weird sound and started quickly moving toward Emily.

"Fuck! What is this! Help, can somebody help!?," Emily let out a high pitched scream and started running, trying her best to lose the monster or hide from it.

How long did he have? There was no question that he would turn. It happened to everyone who was bitten. Sometimes it took a few hours, but he had seen others fight it for up to two days. His former friend had wisely conjectured that it depended on how healthy a person was. If you were young, strong, and in good shape, then you lasted longer. The weak, elderly, and very young children turned quickly. And it was horrible. Arthur had seen first-hand what transpired when a person turned. He didn't want that to happen to him.

The nausea had passed, but Arthur felt as if he had the flu. He placed a palm to his forehead and realized he was burning up. How high was her fever? No way to know. Could his healthy resistance keep himself from turning before the medicine arrived?

If the medicine arrived.

Arthur dug into the backpack again and pulled out the handgun. It was a Colt. He appreciated the weight in palm, and then he lifted it to his head. He placed the end of the barrel to temple and wrapped  finger around the trigger. It would be so simple. Just squeeze. Perhaps a moment of pain and surprise, and then blackness. Arthur would never have to experience the horror of turning into one of them. It was truly the sensible thing to do. Who was he kidding? He was doomed. Nothing was going to stop him from turning, unless... The fucking medicine.

But before he could bolt, Arthur heard some noises outside of his shelter. And a voice. NORMAL VOICE OF SOME WOMAN.

"Fuck," he cursed and put gun back into his backpack, then took a bat with himself as he headed downstairs and out of Bog Ben, right onto empty street.

The woman was running out before one of Infected.

Arthur sighed and made some noise to distract undead.

The thing that used to be a guy emitted a howling snarl and leapt forward with surprising agility. Reflexively, Arthur swung the bat as if he was trying to knock one out of the ballpark. The club smashed into guys’s head, throwing him back onto ground. Arthur swung the bat again, striking the man’s arm. There was a loud snap and the man wailed. Arthur was sure he had broken a bone. Again, Bristow struck with the weapon. This time, the bat hit the man’s neck, surely snapping it. The horrid noise coming out of his mouth abruptly ceased as his throat was crushed. Arthur kept swinging wildly. Thing tried to get up. He drew closer and then,the bat walloped him in the head. He fell to his knees but kept grappling. Arthur clouted him again, and this time Infected dropped to the ground, unconscious.

All was quiet, except for Arthur’s rapid breathing. He shut his eyes, said a silent prayer, and then looked at the body, only to move his glance at the stranger.

Emily was sitting on the ground, her back pressed against the wall, arms covering and tightly holding her head. Her eyes were wide and cheeks were wet from fresh tears, she was hasping for air.

She was never attacked before, since begining she didn't know what was happening but this was madness, horror.

She loooked at stranger, shivering hard. He just killed this... Thing. What if he will kill her next.

"I do not have anything that would be valuable with me! Don't kill me!," Emily whimpered with voic full of fear.

Arthur tilted head aside and snorted shortly.

"I don't care. Come," he walked to her and offered his hand. "Unless you wanna rather stay here and wait for death."                

Emily blinked a few time, thinking about all of this. After a moment she nodded and wiped her eyes before taking stranger's hand.

There was no other hand, and she had to survive somehow, no matter what happened here. She had to trust him, looking at the situation from a minute ago she would never survive alone.

"What... What had happened here? I don't understand, one day everyone went crazy," Emily said as she followed the stranger.

He hushed her by raised hand. "Quiet or we will become their dinner."

He led her inside the clock tower and as soon as they passes threshold, Arthur made sure to lock door and push heavy drawer in front of them, just in case.

All the windows were covered with anything that was available then: rags, furniture, newspapers glued to glass.

She pressed her lips together and nodded, studying his face carefully. Emily had to admit he was a handsome man, she couldn't say his age but he wasn't old. She followed him.

Inside Big Ben, Emily looked around amazed and terrified. Emily looked at stranger waiting at the permission to speak.

"What were you doing out there, all alone, no weapon?," Arthur asked as he took a trip along the wooden stairs. "You had wanted to get your head cut off by their teeth?," he continued leading the way.

Emily watched him unsure what to say, finally, she found the right words. "What do you mean? I have no idea what was that... I guess I spend a too long time in this basement of mine," she said and quickly followed the man. "I just saw this madness and hid, I have no idea how long I spend there. When I left I simply packed some food, bandages and went to London. Is this some kind of government shelter? Or maybe you know how to get there... Oh! I am Emily, by the way," young woman smiled sweetly at the stranger.

"You have bandages? I'll need them," he said simply, he didn't pay more attention to her other words. "No. There's no government shelter. The government is dead by now I bet," Arthur growled as they approached the controlling room at the higher level of clock tower.

He opened door ans shifted aside to let Emily in. He followed her closing door behind him.

Emily looked around and nodded. "Yes, I have bandages and what do you mean, they are dead? What even happened? Is it the War Wold 3?"

She took off her jacket and bag and looked inside then back at the man.

"Come here... I will help you with whatever happened to you. I hope that my bandages will be enough."

"Don't," he growled deeply eyeing her. "I don't need your help, who you are, a fucking nurse?"

Arthur felt even worse now. The flu-like symptoms hit him more strongly than before. He sat down on the cot laying under the window, he rested back of his head against the wall and gasped. "No one knows," he said after moment of silence, "It just happened. People turned into killing machines. They attacked everyone on their way. Nothing could have stopped them, even a gun shot. Now I know only a headshot can take 'em down."

"You don't need my help so you don't need need my bandages, sir," Emily growled with a frown and went to find herself a nice place to sit. She found it in the corner of the room, she put the jacket on the floor and then sat down and looked at the man. "Sounds like zombies or something. So? We are stuck in a real-life horror movie? What now?"

"Can you shut your mouth for a bit, my head hurts," he told her coldly gazing up at her. "I just need them. And be grateful, I happened to save your life," Arthur said.

He felt rotten and didn’t know if he could find the strength to stand again and keep moving. Should he grab the revolver and shoot himself now? The sickness was worse.

Emily frowned and took the bandages out of her bag. She threw them to him with some little snack she had with herself. "Thank you," Emily whispered to not annoy him anymore.

Arthur had gotten up. For a few seconds he felt dizzy and was afraid he would be sick again, but it passed quickly. He moved to the side and waited until his thumping heart slowed.

He looked at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be mean. I am scared and lost, just like you," man said.

Emily got up and slowly walked to him. "I am kinda used to this but fighting won't get us anyway. Come on, let me help you with whatevere happen. I am a vet but... bandaging man can't be harder than bandaging a dog," she shrugged with soft smile.

"It's gonna be rough tough," he said glaring at her. "I was bitten."

The Interview || Venom x Reader + Avengers

V+A

Summary: After defeating Thanos, Venom has few days off. It's until Captain America and Iron Man themselves appear at Eddie's office for promised interview.

Warnings: None

Words: 1875

Requests: @thewildgardensstuff

Author: Cass & Rouge

Steve Rogers was sitting in a waiting room, reading some newspaper that he found on a coffee table. He drank two coffees already while waiting for Eddie Brock to show up.

They were set on an interview but reporter was getting late and Steve started to thinking that Brock probably forgot about appointment. "Would you be so kind to call him once again?," Steve asked a receptionist.

She smiled hesitantly. "I did few times with no response. I'm sorry. Please, be patient, I believe he's on his way."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I can't believe this! We waste our time here, right now I would be sitting in my lab creating some amazing tech and you would…," he look at Steve, "be sighing sadly to Peggy's photo or whatever you super soldier do, but no! You dragged me here," Tony growled.

Captain cocked his brow angrily. "Petience, Stark. It's one of these virtues that you lack," he said, sipping black liquid from his mug. "Brock and his alien friend have saved the world after all, we owe him this interview at least."

"Says the guy that drinks coffee like crazy. I own him nothin', simple 'okay thanks!' would be enough, but our golden hearted soldier had to be like 'sure! Interview is cool'. We're on first pages all around New York. Like it's not enough. I am going home," Tony got up from his seat.

Just in that minute Eddie bursted right through the door. "Shit! Sorry! So sorry, I am late! But I am here now! Come on, I mean. Good Morning Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark. Let's go to my office and well... Let's start," Eddie was in such a rush that he even didn't notice he still was wearing his riding helmet.

"Take this shit off your dumb head, you turd," Venom growled in man's mind. "Like you wouldn't look ridiculous enough without this shit on your huge head."

Steve smiled and walked to Brock, he shook man's hand. "Hello. It's not a problem, at all, right, Tony?"

Eddie blinked and quickly removed the helmet.

Tony smiled sarcastically. "Oh no! No, no, no, not a problem. At all. It's not like we have world to protect. F.R.I.D.A.Y says we have a day off today," Tony said sarcastically.

"I am still so sorry I forced such a guests to wait," Eddie said and led them to his office.

When Brock went ahead, Steve approached Tony and snorted into his ear. "Only for this one time try to restrain your awful personality, Stark."

They both entered the office with a beautiful view on the San Francisco. "You have a nice place here, Eddie," Steve smiled at man as he took a seat in an armchair.

"Nah, you never stop you child-like wonder and boyish charm, Cap. No, thanks." Tony muttered and followed Eddie inside his office. He sat down next to Steve and shrugged.

"Thank you, it's nothing really. I bet it's not like your famous Avengers Tower," Eddie said.

"No, it's not. You are right here, Mr. Alien friend," Tony said with smile.

Captain rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh. "I'm sorry for my friend, he likes to be a dick sometimes," he explained. "So, what are your questions, Eddie?"

Venom formed himself and out his chin on Eddie's shoulder. "Hi, tasty guys."

"What? He said it himself. I just agreed with him. Agreeing with someone is beeing a dick?," Tony blinked and looked a Venom. "AH! Thanos eater, himself… Or…  Itself?"

Eddie let out a little laugh. "So, uhm. How is it to be an avenger? I mean, you do a lot of things. Isn't it a bit too much sometimes?"

"It's overwhelming actually," Steve said. "But as long as we do a good job with eliminating all possible threats, I enjoy it."

Venom's eyes glistened from sun rays that were falling into the room through a window. "Mr Rogers sounds so reasonable. And looks yummy."

"Venom, stop that. Please," Eddie said and looked at Tony. "Mr. Stark?"

Tony looked up. "I agree with Cap. I mean, it's hard but we are heroes, right? I enjoy it because ladies love the hero type," he smiled explaining openly.

Eddie blinked and nodded slowly. "Any... Not so nice stories you can shear with us?"

"Jesus, Tony," Steve facepalmed. "Well. We have few," he said, glaring at Stark. "Sokovia… for example."

Tony knew that look. He knew that Cap blamed him for Ultron outburst, just like everyone else. Tony sighed, glaring at Steve. "Winter Soldier and so called 'Civil war'."

Eddie blinked and let out an akward laugh, feeling the tension growing between two Avengers. "S-Somwthing else? I mean, even we heard about those events... I was asking about some small stuff. Maybe funny even?"

"Being the Avenger doesn't mean a lot of funny things to happen, at least that's my opinion," Rogers said. "But I always like when we all are reunited. That's it. Our team is a family to me," Steve giggled, not looking at Tony.

Venom yawned. "Eddie. We're hungry."

"It is a lot of fun! Imagine this big guy," Stark pointed at Cap, "talking to a printer, saying stuff like 'come on, magic box, copy this documets for me'. But overall Rogers is right. Reunions are nice. One big family."

Eddie nodded and looked at Venom. "V, you see I am busy," he then turned back to Cap and Tony. "Bigest fears? Biggest dreams? I know this are kinda silly questions, but you know," Eddie winked at them.

Steve didn't want to admit it but Tony's comment about Steve's problems with technologies of any kind cheered him up. "That's truth. I might be out of ice since few years now yet all this things are still so incomprehensible to me," said he. "I still try to accommodate."

Venom poked Eddie's cheek. "Man, please, we're starving in here!"

Steve smiled and let of a soft laughter. "I think I have Twinkies in my bag." After these words Captain opened his leather bag and pulled out a pack of Twinkies.

Venom has opened his eyes wide and licked his long fangs. "Share, share?," symbiote asked politely, smiling.

"You can have even entire pack," Steve got up and walked to Eddie's desk, he out cookies on the counter.

Venom looked at Eddie. He remembered what Eddie has told them recently. If they want to eat something when there are other people in the same room, they should behave according to something that Eddie called savoir vivre. It meant they couldn't eat loudly and fiercely, they couldn't make noises.

Venom though about it for awhile and licked his fangs, he was shivering all over his body. And even though he knew they weren't alone with Eddie, and that Eddie asked him to behave before that meeting, Venom opened his jaw widely, letting saliva drip onto the counter of desk and he ate entire pack, including a cardboard.

"Hrr, yummy! Thank you, Cap Bootylicious!"

Eddie let out a loud sigh and shook his head. "I am so sorry for him... This creature isn't from here and well," Eddie shrugged with soft smile.

"I have something too. I had to eat it later but... There ya go," Tonny said pulling out a chocolate bar from pocket of his jacket. "Originally it had to be for Peter... But he fell down with his grades," Tony shrugged, putting bar on the table.

Venom instantly ate the bar, humming loudly as he did. "Yass, that was precious, we're feeling so so good now," Venom stated and snuggled with Eddie. "We love you, guys. Even you, Ed."

Captain laughed loudly and shook his head. "It's not that we haven't seen things similar to this before," he said. "You're welcome, Venom."

"Wow. Thanks, Venom," Eddie rolled his eyes. "Okay guys, two last questions and.... You didn't answer on last ones," Edie reminded softly. He started to pet Venom gently. "So, biggest fears and dreams that were the previous question. Do you love what you two and others are doing? And any interesing words to our readers?"

"I'm afraid of failure and losing people that I love," Steve said and smiled as he noticed how Venom nuzzled to Eddie's neck. "I like what we're doing. It's important that Earth has protectors," he added.

Tony storked his hair. "I am afraid of being alone and just like Steve. I am afraid of losing people I love and care about," he nodded. "I love what we do. It helps me repay my faults and fix past mistakes. Once I was taking lives. Now I am saving them. Mostly. And words to your readers. Do not be afraid, Avengers are here to save the day," Tony added quickly and shrugged, looking at Steve. "And golden thoughts, Cap? Maybe something like you have recorded for Peter's school?," he joked.

Steve rolled his eyes and looked at Venom. "If he's gonna be so annoying, I'll let you eat him alive."

Venom blinked and stiffened. "Gladly, with pleasure!," he licked his fangs. "Even though he's more like sardines can, we will eat him."

Steve rubbed back of his head. "All I can say is spread love, not hate."

Tony blinked. "HEY! I am not a sardines can! And you cannot eat good people? Right?!"

Eddie nodded. "That's true, V you can't eat Tony Stark. He is a good guy." Then Eddie checked if everything was recoded and clapped his hands happily. "I guess we are done. You two were just... Simply amazing! Thank you so much!"

"Pleasure is on our side," Steve said and shook Eddie's hand. He also petted Venom's head.

Symbiote opened his eyes widely, humming. "What a shame you ain't gay, Ed. Captain's so precious."

"Yea. Exactly what he said," Tony agreed with Cap.

Eddie blinked and blished. "VENOM?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!"

"You call it truth. We say the truth. Look. Captain. Glorious, gorgeous hero. America's ass. Bootylicious. Handsome and tall. Good man. And you. Not tall, chubby, kinda handsome, with strange ambitions, socially awkward and unsuccessful with women," Venom summed up.

Captain blinked and laughed hardly, almost choking himself with a water he was sipping.

"I have a girlfriend, you idiot!" Eddie growled at Venon. "I am not all of this! You are."

Tony simply laughed at the whole show, shaking his head slightly.

Steve smiled. "That's so nice Venom but well, Eddie wouldn't have a chance. No offense, of course, but I am taken," he shrugged.

"What?!" Tony and Eddie said in union.

"By who?," Venom was seemingly interested in topic.

"It's a secret," Steve winked at Venom and Eddie. "Maybe one day you'll figure out."

Tony rubbed his chin, thinking. "That's weird, Cap," he said and looked at his watch. "I think our time runs out."

Eddie looked at clock, too. "I think so, I don't want to hold you any longer. World to save and all."

Captain and Stark greeted Eddie and left.

Venom let out a sigh. "And we have almost provided you new friends."

"They are way ower me. Sadly we could never be real friends, V. Let's go get something to eat and then sit to writing, Y/N will come to check on us later."

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Double Dare || Part II

Summary: Several days after the party, Zilpha Geary visits James at his mansion. You  become jealous of James, yet you don't want admit to it. After a short argument you get out of the house, trying to infiltrate East India Company and Helga's brothel. You get hurt and it's when James also starting to realize you ain't indifferent to him anymore... 

Warnings: None

Words: 2546

Requests: By all of you!

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It's only been a couple of days since the party you attended as James Delaney's plus one. Things were almost normal again, you spent almost all of your time at James' mansion. You helped Brace as much as you could, you did whatever it took to stay unnoticeable to James, you didn't want to bother him. It's until that one exact day when loud knocking pulled you out of afternoon nap.

James was glad you were getting as little into his way as only possible, he appreciated this so much. When James heard knocking on the door, he looked at the door from behind of his newspaper. "Will someone get that?," he asked, putting away bottle with alcohol.

You got dressed quickly and went downstairs, bowing head to James as a greeting. You walked to door and opened them. A huge disbelief crept onto your face when you spotted no one else but Zilpha. "Is James home?," she asked coldly and you nodded without a word, shifting aside to let her in.

"Did you finally started to understand that your husband is nothing and you decided to come back to me? Dear sister?," James almost purred the last part.He got up from his chair to greet Zilpha. "Y/N. My dear, would you be so kind and go help Brace? I am sure my sister has some important business to me. After all... She decided to come here."

You couldn't explain the feeling that crawled into your soul. Were you jealous? No. It was impossible. Wasn't it? You made a little curtsy and went to the kitchen.

"Who was that?," Brace asked, he was sitting at the table sipping coffee.

"Lady Zilpha," you snorted viciously. "James sent me here to help you. So. You got anything for me?"

"Actually, yes," servant glared at you briefly. "Get the basket and bring wood from stable."

Meantime Zilpha's hands wrapped around James' neck. "My love," she whispered against his ear.

"Oh... You are such a simple woman, Zilpha. One sight of me in arms of another woman and you come here like a wounded dog," James said wrapping arms around here."Did your jealousy took better of you? Or... Was it just your lust?," he smiled as his hand traveled to gently touch her cheek.

"You're mine. You always have been mine. No slut will change my feelings toward you, my love," her hands moved to his nape.

You went out of kitchen with wooden basket on your hip and you blinked, seeing how James and his 'sister' were cuddling on the main corridor. "Ekhem. Mr Delaney," you said coldly, "I'll be at stable if you'd need me," last part of sentence was almost a growl as you turned to reach back door.

"And you are mine, but somehow you still try to resist me.. And I don't like it. Not even a bit," James said to Zilpha,growling softly. He looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard your voice, man looked annoyed that you dared to interrupt him. "Go,” James simply muttered and his attention returned to Zilpha."So? Where is he? This soft cock you call a husband? You ended up so low sister. With him?," James laughed softly.

"You went abroad. He had fortune. He was kind. And I ended up being his wife. Why? Are my James jealous?," she whispered before slipping tongue into his mouth.

Meantime you went outside of building. You went to stable and collect needed wood. But when you were walking back to mansion, you heard familiar, unpleasant voice. You put basket on the ground and peeked out of the corner. You noticed Zilpha's husband, he was talking to some men.

Meanwhile, James was still snuggling with his sister. "You are really stupid. You are mine!," he growled grabbing her arms tightly."Just being kind is enough for you to lose your head?! I wasn't kind enough for you so you didn't wait?," asked James before pulling her into needed kiss.

At the same time, you were still glaring out of the corner at Thorne Geary and his fellas.

".... and it'll be his definite end," laughed Thorne as one of his mates patted his back.

"This plan can work out. We will help," other man agreed as he smoked a fag, "But you have to guarantee that young whore to us," dude added and your heart stopped.

They meant YOU.

"Tonight, at docks. First we'll infiltrate Delaney's warehouse, the one where the brothel is located," Thorne added as he threw fag away.

With heart in your throat you grabbed the basket and went back home. When you noticed James and Zilpha, you almost vomited.

James pulled away.

"You should go before your WONDERFUL hushedwill come here or I will take his bloody head of his shoulders if he cross the threshold of this house," James said holding Zilpha's cheek. "My sister... My love," James purred quietly.

"Actually, your husband awaits in the garden, Mrs Geary," you said quickly and went to kitchen.

"What kind of grimace is that?," Brace asked as soon as he spotted you.

"Nothing," you put the basket hardly onto table. "I go to my room."

You left room and tried to went upstairs, yet Zilpha and James were blocking a pass. "Ekhem?," you grunted deeply.

Zilpha threw you a mean glance, she smirked wryly at you before kissing James.

 James growled loudly but kissed her back, wrapping his arms tightly.He pulled away after a second. "You really should go now, Zilpha. As much as I don't want it," James muttered nuzzling to her neck.

You rolled your eyes and didn't wait any longer at permission, you simply pushed at the stairs between both of them.

Zilpha grunted when she was separated with James.Yet she bowed her head, nodding. "You're right. But promise me, my love, that we'll meet again, soon."

"We will. I promise you that, my love,”he smiled at her softly, a really rare thing for James. He hated to let her go.

After Zilpha left, James went to your room. "Y/N?" He asked standing in front of your door.

"What?," you didn't bother yourself to be polite to him this time. You were pinning your hair in a bun.

"Your behavior,” he said simply."You were acting like a annoyed child," after these words he opened the door and looked at you.

"Can you close the door?! It's my room after all!," you got up and want to door, closing them. "I don't trust her, that's all."

He opened door with such a force that they slammed against the wall. "Room is yours! But house is mine!," James yelled as he walked to you."And you work for me, at the same time. You act like a little brat around me and my sister," he said moving his face to you."I want to kindly remind you that you work for me."

Oh, how much you wanted to slap his cheek. But you calmed yourself down. "Yeah. Everything's cleaned, I help Brace. I don't know what else I can do, and trust me, I remember house is yours, how could I forget?," you growled as you got up from bed and went to mirror. You put your lipstick on, checking if you looked good.

"I asked about your real work. Spying or thieving," he said looking at you."Not about mopping shit up because this is made up by Brace and you so You not gonna get into my way."

"Yeah," you replied simply as you lurked through your wardrobe. You pulled out a coat and put it on. "But for now I am leaving. I shall be back around late evening so don't wait form me," you informed him and simply left the room.

James shook his head. "Whatever,” he left the room. James returned to his suite. He was mad at Zilpha and you. James missed her and your childish behavior was driving him crazy. He didn't understand why he even cared about you in a first place? James simply shook all feelings off his shoulders and decided to look at some documents he needed.

It took you few hours to get into building of East India Company. You roamed through offices until you noticed some important documents, they included James' surname. After that, you got on the horse which you stole from Delaney's stable and rode to docks. And there everything went wrong. You saw how officers arrested Helga and few of her prostitutes, both girls and boys. You managed to get into warehouse without being spotted, but unfortunately, you fell right onto Thorne.

Meanwhile, Brace knocked to James' room. "Mr Delaney, I believe your horse was stolen."

"What do you mean it was stolen? Who would do that? Maybe that stupid girl, Y/N, took it?," James muttered holding bottle tightly in his hand."She said she is going somewhere."

"It's almost midnight, sir, and she ain't back yet. I'm getting worried," lamented Brace.

James put away the bottle and walked to door, he opened them and looked at Brace. "Let me guess. You want me to go and look after her?," he asked.

"No, sir... You can always ask Atticus to look after her. I'm sorry, James, but to me she became a part of the family. I am worried about her as much as about you," servant stated.

He let out a deep sigh. "I will, I won't really trust him with handling her," James muttered rubbing his face. "Any idea where she could have gone to?"

"I have no idea but she was dressed very fancy. Maybe she tried to infiltrate someone for you?," Brace asked.

"Maybe... But who...,"James snapped his fingers suddenly."East India Company. She had to go there, she knows very well that they have a lot of stuff on me. I think she may go there to get these."

In the interim, Thorne's hands were on you again, like it was at that party few days before.

"Let me go, and I won't kill you," you snapped while other man kissed your neck, leaving a hickey there.

"Shut your filthy mouth, whore. James isn't here, he ain't gonna help you," Geary smirked, his hands slipped beneath your dress.He frowned when he felt a blade of knife under garter.

Within a blink of an eye, you kicked his crotch and when he fell on the floor, you straddled him, cutting his forearm few times.

 It was when two guards pulled you up and outside. There, one of men struggled with you and pulled knife out of your hand. They started to fight with you.

Winter used a brief moment of clumsiness of guards and she ran on the main road.

Atticus was on one of his night rides. He didn't really expected anything special to happen that night.

"Atticus! Atticus!," Winter screamed as soon as she spotted him. "HELP! WE'RE ATTACKED! PLEASE!"

He blinked and looked at young woman. "What? Who? By who?," Atticus asked.

"Don't have a time!," Winter pulled his hand.

The fight got to the place where you were laying on the ground, pinned down by a large dude.He held a blade of knife to your neck, slowly cutting the skin. You whimpered struggling hardly.

When Atticus saw it, he growled. "Bloody great," he pulled out his pistol and gave a warning shot."You better leave her alone or James Delaney himself will rip your balls off and push them to your own throat," man said aiming at dude.

But man didn't bother himself to even look at Atticus. He simply kissed you and stack knife into your shoulder. You squeaked loudly.

"Bloody idiot," Atticus said before shooting the man right in the head. He rushed to you. "You okay?," man asked, helping you up.

Loud hiss escaped your lips as Atticus helped you onto feet again.You simply fell into his arms.

Atticus sighed loudly and looked at Winter. "I will take her to James, can you take his horse and follow me?"

Soon, three of you came back to Delaney's mansion.

"Brace!," yelled Winter, simply stepping into house.

Servant went downstairs and blinked as soon as he noticed Atticus with you in his arms. "JAMES!," Brace yelled.

"We found your little thief! This silly little girl get into East Indian Company building and she ran into some troubles. Thanks God Winter was there and found me," Atticus explained.

 Servant helped James to get you to Delaney's room.

"Get the stuff. We need to take care of this wounds," James shook his head. "Only she could be that stupid to get there."

"Shut up, Delaney," you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. "You told me to work, so I did," you slipped hand beneath hems of your dress and pulled a folder out. "They're hunting on you. They want to send you to Tower."

James took folder and put it away. "Listen to me now, Y/L/N. You are working with me but it doesn't mean you put your OWN life on a risk. If something is too dangerous you don't go there or make a plan to make this thing less dangerous," he explained then ripped top of your dress open to get access to your wound."Also, you don't hide things from.”

A little blush crept onto your cheeks, you looked at his serious face. "I did it for you. I don't want you to get killed," you stated openly.

"And I don't want you to get killed. For no reason, I know they hunt on me but you can't simply risk your life." He shook his head and looked at Brace. "She will need stitches, that's for sure, do that. I will go get bandages and some more comfortable clothes for her."

Brace put stitches to your shoulder. When he was doing that, you grabbed man's shoulder. "Brace, I can't like this anymore," you exhaled deeply.

"What do you mean, Y/N?," Brace looked at you briefly.

"James...," you stated.

"What with James?," Brace tilted head a little and after a second huge smile appeared onto his lips. "Well, well, do you want to tell me you fell for our Devil?," he teased and you only blushed

James was on his way to your room, his hand grabbed the handle gently. He heard his name and stopped to listen.

"... so yes. You're right. He can be a cold-hearted bastard but you're right, I fell for him. I don't care. To me he's... He's wonderful...," you were saying to Brace.

Servant nodded only, smile never left his lips. "Why don't you tell him?"

"Are ya kidding me, mate?," loud laughter of yours could be heard. "He'll laugh at it. He doesn't care. And to me it's enough to live in same house as he does."

James listened for a longer moment. He put your dress and new bandages on the floor right under the door, he knocked few times on the door, then went to his room.

 As he got there, man sat down on his armchair, thinking about you. Did someone could really fall for him? Was it really possible?

Brace helped you put fresh clothes on, then put you to bed. You hummed softly when servant wrapped blanket around your features. "Good night, Y/N," he said closing door as he left.

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