The Interview || Venom X Reader + Avengers

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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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 Hunger Strikes Again || Eddie Brock x Reader

V♥

Summary: When Venom gets hungry, you can be sure He will put you in trouble.

Warnings: None, just Venom being an asshole

Words: 1108

Requests: @gleeeeees & @creative-seahorse & @arthurthecowboybear 

Author: Cass & Rouge

Venom let out a deep sigh and spoke within Eddie's mind. "No. You look fat in that thing you call a suit," he said. "We don't like it, it makes a pussy of you."

Eddie blinked looking in the mirror. He looked at himself carefully in the reflection, then he opened door to changing room and turned to you. "Sweetheart? Do I look fat? Maybe we should go buy some new clothes?"

You leant casually against opened door to changing room. "Well... I lile the form but that color... What's that even? Shade of brown? I suggested dark grey nor black, honey," you replied.

"Your cunt is right. You look like a shit, Eddie," Venom added.

"I at last look like a human beeing," Eddie growled to Venom. "Will you be so kind, sweetheart, and find something nice? These... Stuff? Aren't my thing," he shrugged smiling at you.

"Sure," you climbed on tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek, then turned around and went lurking around the shop in attempt to find something nice for Eddie.

"Eddie," Venom formed himself next to Eddie's head. He poked man's temple with his large forehead. "You know what?"

Eddie smiled sweetly and leant against opened door. "Thanks!" Then he looked annoyed at Venom. "What?," he asked frowning.

Venom sticked his long tongue out and licked Eddie's cheek. "You're tasty. And guess what! We're getting hungry. We've asked you to eat that delicious sandwich from Subway but you refused. So most likely we'll eat your guts now."

"Jesus! Don't do that!," Eddie shivered and wiped his cheek. "And I told you that Y/N made amazing breakfast and that you have to live on it till we get back home. You agreed!," Brock growled quietly.

"How we agreed!?," Venom grunted into man's ear. "We remember correctly what we've said: 'ah, ok, but don't be longer than hour', and what time we do have now? It's 2:30 pm! We shall be home since almost 2 hours! What means you're a fucking liar and pussy, Eddie," Venom grunted and hid himself when he spotted you coming back.

"Here," you handled a dark blue suit to Eddie. "Try it on."

"Shut up! You see it's not easy!," Eddie growled at Venom and his attention quickly moved to you. "Oh! You are amazing, sweetheart," Eddie took the suit to try it on.

You waited politely in front of changing room and as soon as Eddie opened the door, you grimaced. "Well... I was expecting it to fit... Better," you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Venom formed his head next to Eddie's again. "Exactly, Y/N, just look at that pussy in suit. He looks like a turd. Well, he IS a turd, actually."

"V, hey, apologize," you commanded crossing arms over your chest. "We'll find him a great suit, I promise."

"Yea but until then we're gonna be starved," Venom licked your forearm. "You taste good."

"V!," you slapped his face making symbiote hid again. "I told you to feed him properly because picking the suit ain't gonna last an hour."

"I told him to live on the big breakfast you made," Eddie shrugged and sighed. "Let's.... Just put this suit away and let's go eat something. I wil just put some nice pants and shirt and wile be fine."

You poked his shoulder. "You outta your mind? You wanna put regular shirt and pants on such an event? Never," you smiled. "Let's go grab something to eat, then we come back here and try few more. Is it ok for you? V?"

Venom covered Eddie's face with himself and smirked viciously, nodding. "Perfect, Y/N. At least you understand us. That moment when a girl has bigger balls than you, Ed."

Eddie rolled his eyes and growled as soon as Venom hid. "Get off my face you parasite!"

After a brief lunch in Subway, just like Venom picked, you and Eddie came back to the clothes store. You helped him pick two suits: one grey and one black.

Unfortunately, within 5 minutes, Venom got bored and hungry again. He formed his head next to Eddie's and sighed deeply. "Y/N, let's quit this. He's too fat to look good in anything. We told him to work his fat ass more but he's lazy."

You couldn't help but giggled. "It's not that bad."

Eddie let out a loud sighed. "Maybe he is right, Y/N. I still have white button-up shirt, pants. I am getting sick of his fucking comments," he said looking at you.

"Only one more," you asked kissing his cheek and stroking his belly. "For me."

When Eddie put another suit on, Venom formed himself once again and moaned longly. "We can't anymore! We're hungry and bored! No one takes care of us! And we didn't want that nice sandwich but chocolate! We need a chocolate! We need endorphins!"

"WHAT?! We ate like few minutes ago! And you wanted to go to this freaking Subway! Stop that! I have my own life too, I can't just take care of you all the time! Y/N! Tell him something!," Eddie yelled in irritated voice.

You blinked and put on poker face. "V, Eddie's right. You disturb us and we really have to pick nee clothes for him," you instructed symbiote.

Venom made a sad face and growled angrily. "No! Because Venom is important too! Not only Brock! Brock is nice and we love him but does anyone love us?! Of course not! Venom, leave this, Venom, leave that, don't eat this, don't eat that, no eating doggos or any other pathetic animals that are common among streets, no! No delicious snacks for Venom! We can't stand this anymore!"

After these words Venom overtook Eddie's body ripping the brand new suit apart and howling.

The customer assistant that approached yelled loudly when she spotted the devastation symbiote made and fainted.

Eddie came back quickly. "Are you kidding me?! We eat what you want, we keep extra food in house FOR YOU! She is petting you like a puppy when she can! And you tell me we don't care?! And you just killed the shopping assistant. Just great!," Eddie sighed and rubbed his face. "What now??"

You watched the entire scene with horror on your face but eventually you laughed shortly. "I think we have to look for some chocolate for our sad friend," you smiled at Eddie and then walked to assistant. "She's just fainted."

"We have chocolate at home!," Eddie reminded.

You looked around shrugging. "So… Well... Let's get the fuck out of here before someone will notice," you winked at Eddie.

"That's our girl," Venom whispered.

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Warm Me Up || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: You travel in mountains with the gang. During stop, you got pretty intimate with your boyfriend, Arthur.

Warnings: smut

Words: 1641

Author: Cass & Rouge

The weather in the mountains was terrible.

It was snowing so heavily that it created a thick curtain that made it impossible to look through.

You were lucky, gang stopped in some old mine town.  

You even got your own little cabin, it wasn't perfect. The place was old but there was a fire in the fireplace.

You were sitting on a little cot, wrapped tightly in fur but the most important, you were sitting between your man's legs.

Arthur was currently busy, writing something in his journal.

"I like your consternation during noting things down," you whispered quietly, wrapping fur tightly around your figure. "Aren't you cold? I can make you a mug of coffee," you offered softly.

Arthur hummed turning his attention to you. "Did you said something darlin'? Sorry, I was away with my thoughts," he said softly and put journal away before wrapping arm around you.

"Coffee?," you asked again, smiling at him. You rolled a bit so you were kneeling between his legs. You rested head on his knee, eyes on him.

Arthur shook his head and pulled you into a hug. "Nah, you are warm enough. You and your fur,” he smiled, nuzzling to you.

"Me and my fur, hehe, that's cute of you," you grabbed man's palm. "Ough! Your hands are completely cold! I think I know how to warm you up..."

"They ain't that cold darling,” he said looking at you. "Hoe to warm me up?" Arthur asked.

You knelt between his legs, slowly slipping fur off your shoulders. It turned out that you weren't wearing anything beneath it.

Arthur blinked shocked. "And later hear from you that you are sick. Crazy woman," man sighed and took you into his arms.

You placed a kiss to his jaw, then to cheek and briefly to lips. After that, you kissed his jawline again and then you moved to his pulse point on his neck, laying casually between his legs.

He muttered deeply, looking at you. "Y/N, what are you doing? What if others will hear?," Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips

Your fingers were trailed against his muscular chest as you were slowly sucking his pulse point. "Shut up," you purred.

Arthur blinked and nodded slowly, giving himself completely to you.

You smiled at him and started to kiss down along his chest, playing with waistband of his pants. "Such a handsome man of you, Mr Morgan. All the muscles craved perfectly," you praised, getting lower and lower, along his happy trail.

"What a silly things you are saying…," Arthur blushed at your praises and those words for sure made him hard. He let out a sigh and rolled his hips softly, feeling how uncomfortable his pants became

You licked his stomach, smiling at him. You loved to tease that man, he looked like a bad guy yet deep inside he's just a soft bear. You unzipped his fly and tugged on his pants to pull them down.

Arthur growled as his hips bucked. He smiled and helped you with his pants. "Dirty girl."

"I can get even dirtier if you want," you looked at his soft cock and smiled. "What a beautiful view." You wrapped palm around it and pumped few times, then you slipped him into mouth.

Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips around his cock. "Jesus, Y/N," he growled as his cold rough hand moved through your hair to your nape.

You hummed around him, slowly sucking every inch of his shaft. Bobbing head faster and faster you were keeping control over him. Your eyes still on Arthur's face.

Arthur relaxed and leaned back, watching you Hand that was placed on your nape now forced to deepen your moves.

You pulled him out of your lips only to suck the tip. Then you spat in him. Meantime your hand traveled between your legs to rub your already wet clit.

"We ain’t gonna play like that sweetheart,"  Arthur smiled and pulled you up. He wrapped one arm around your waist and other moved to rub your wet clit. "Now I’m gonna tease you," Arthur purred into your ear.

Your body twitched at his touch, a wave of pleasure spilled over it. "God...," you whispered, sucking on your lip.

"Nah, only your Arthur," he kissed your lips deeply as two of his colossal fingers slipped into you and started moving. They moved out slowly only so he could push the roughly in.

"Oh my God...," you became a moaning mess in his arms, head rolled back, legs spread a bit for him. Your core was already sensitive enough and it was driving you crazy.

"Now, time for something else, sweetheart,” Artur purred, kissing your cheek.

He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with the tip of his cock. He moved it along your pussy's lips to coat himself in your wetness. Arthur pulled you into a kiss before pushing himself slowly into you.

"Fuck...," you whispered briefly but as soon as he pushed himself in your pussy, you let out a loud lovingly moan. "Oh... Right there..." The feeling of having you man in was oh so magnificent. You spread legs wider for him, rubbing your clit.

Arthur moved you on your back to reach even deeper into you. He made sure to hit your g-spot. "C'mon, sweetheart, moan for me."

"Arthur!," his name rolled over your lips, "Harder! Fuck me, cowboy. Show me what you got!" Your hand moved to his buttock where you spanked him.

Arthur grabbed your hand and moved them over your head. He held them there with his firm grip, fucking you even harder.

"Yes! Yes!," you were screaming. His huge features above you, dominating you so easily made you even wetter. You loved him taking over control.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, panting against your shoulder. "Fuck, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your sweet tight pussy gonna make me cum soon," he growled.

You wrapped legs tightly around his wide hips, deepening his thrusts. "You like to fuck that pussy, don't you? You like how that pussy squeezes your cock oh so nicely, don't you?"

"Yes, I love fucking your pussy and I love how it squeezes my cock," he grunted.

It didn't take him long to cum deep inside of you. The feeling of your soft, warm pussy around his shaft was too overwhelming.

Suddenly the door opened, letting cold wind inside. It was Micah. "Hey, Cowpoke! Time to move your ass! Dutch is...," he looked at both of you, soon a nasty smile appeared on his face. "So? That's why you got your own hut, guess screwing your whore wouldn't be so nice with others around."

Arthur pulled you closer trying to shield you from this rat's eyes. "Get lost, Micah. Tell Dutch I will come soon."

Other man nodded, smile never left his lips. "It was nice seeing ya, Y/N," Micah winked at you and left.

Arthur sighed and looked at you sadly.

A deep blush was covering your face when Micah simply opened your door. It was not that you weren't sure of yourself, it was rather an anger building inside of you. "Fucker," you snapped when Arthur slipped himself off you, leaving you empty.

"These are too gently words to describe him."

Arthur sighed looking down on you. "Ah... Dutch can wait. Relax, darlin'," he purred and returned to you. Arthur settled between your legs before moving them on his shoulder. "I am so sorry, darlin'," he hummed quietly before burring his face in your cunt.

With loud whimpered you rolled head back on the pillow. Within second the excitement was built again. "Mr. Morgan...," your hands were slipped into his fluffy hair. The feeling of his beard scratching your soft thighs was breathtaking.

"Yes, Mrs. Morgan?," he purred before wrapping his lips around your clit. Two of his fingers slowly slipped inside of you, he made sure to reach as deep as it was possible before moving out.

Within next moment you were a moaning mess. Rolling your hips, moaning his name, your core was wet and sensitive enough to get you over the edge. "Arthur, I'll fucking cum! Fucking right there, suck that cunt!," you held his head as you bucked hips to him.

"Good," man smiled against you and happily fulfilled your wish, adding the third finger to fuck you even better.

"FUCCCK!," you screamed as your release took control over you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Your body trembled and you forced him to get closer to you so you could kiss his lips, tasting yourself on it.

He kissed you back, gently removing his fingers. "Such a good girl," Arthur purred against your lips.

You spanked his butt. "Better go to  meet Dutch."

Arthur laughed and kissed your forehead. "And you dress up. I know that now you are hot like iron but please. You will get sick."

He quickly sucked his finger and got ready to leave, he gave you one last kiss before he went outside.

A few days later gang decided to move. You were sitting on one horse with Arthur, his arm tightly wrapped around you. You coughed as shiver ran along your body. "Is it just me or temperature is getting lower? I'm freezing."

"It should go up, actually,” Arthur took off his glove and put his now bare hand on your forehead. He sighed deeply when he felt hot you were.

"Great. Just great. Hold this for me," bearded man handled you the reins.

When you took them, he started to move behind you. Suddenly his thick blue coat was placed on your shoulders. "I don't need it now, anyway. No more sex in the mountains," Arthur summed up, taking reins back from you.

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A Sweet Surprise || Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: You are pregnant with Arthur's child, what will he do?

Warnings: FLUFF!

Words: 1414

Request: @imphauser

Authors: Cass & Rouge

There were times I felt like the world was slowly disappearing in front of me. Or maybe it was just me who was fading away. Those moments... It didn't matter anyway. Because my empty burning lungs and my heart hitting my chest so hard I thought it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin were the only thing I could think about.

And the void. The black hole in my head, deep inside my soul, slowly swallowing all my hopes and dreams. That was the worst of those moments. The realization of the vacuum, the nothingness, the absurd of my existence.

Those times kept me awake at five a.m. and made me wonder: why am I living for anyway?

But deep inside I knew the answer. Everything was about to change. And there was another obstacle I was afraid of.

Life was good and everything was calm.

Arthur was busy outside the camp, killing and robbing were his bread and butter.

But there was always time to come back to place he used to call home. Return to this little, unusual family. Among these people was a woman that he had the honor to call his own.

Loving someone with a whole heart was something that was missing in his life for a long time.

And now he couldn't wait to simply take you in his arms again. He was finally riding home.

I heard familiar voice as soon as he got to the camp.

I sighed as I trembled inside. I got out of the tent and went to greet him.

"Y/N! My beautiful Y/N!," Arthur greeted me with an opened arms and smile on his face.

"You have no idea how much I missed ya. I am so glad to be back and I am glad you didn't decide to run away from me," Arthur joked, hugging me.

I smiled sadly, reaching to touch his face. "My love, you're finally back. I missed you oh so much," I said.

He took my hand and kissed it. "I hope you did. I am sorry it took so long. Lots of work but now I am yours,” Arthur said and suddenly picked me up. He noticed a little shift in my behavior. "Something's wrong, love,” he stated.

"Put me down," I asked politely. "Dutch was looking after you. And we gotta talk later."

 Arthur blinked surprised and nodded, then he put me down really gently.

He let out a deep sigh looking in the direction of Dutch's tent. "Oh, sweetheart. He can wait a bit longer. I missed you and I see something's bothering you. Did Micah bother you when I was gone? I swear I’m gonna rip his head off if he put his filthy hands on my woman," Arthur growled the last part frowning.

I shook my head as slightly as possible. "Kinda. But that's not a case. He was just lurking around. Saying some mean things but you good know I don't care about him," I explained, stroking over his torso.

"I’m still gonna punch that bastard in the face. Just for even speaking to you," he muttered and walked past me to find Micah.

"Wait, there's something more important and this involves us, both of us...," I whispered.

Arthur stopped and looked at me. He turned around and grabbed my hand. "So I was right. Something is wrong...,” he sighed and took me straight to his tent.

Arthur made sure to close the tent's flaps, for more privacy. He sat me on the cot and then he took a seat on a chair right in front of me. "What is it Y/N? Did someone hurt ya when I was gone?"

"No... It's not that," I said, rubbing my temples as I exhaled deeply. I closed my eyes shut for a longer moment. "Listen, Arthur," I got up and turned around, facing him with my back, "Something's happened."

He blinked, watching me deeply confused. "Uhm... Okay, then what exactly happened, if no one hurt you... What is it?," Arthur also got up from his chair. Right now he didn't know what to think, he was scared and confused. "Are you dying or something?"

I turned around and walked closer to him. I hugged to him. "Think, handsome."

"Darlin’, you know that you picked a man that is dumb like a haystack," Arthur took my face in his big hands and forced me to look at him. "What is it, darlin’? You have no idea how worried and scared I am now."

"Sit down," I asked him and as he did, I took a seat at his lap.

Arthur wrapped an arm around me. "Will ya finally tell me? Or you want me to die on heart attack?"

I kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much. You're a good man. Very good man. And the kindest human being I've ever met. And soon, you'll have another one heart to love you."

Arthur laughed softly listening to all 'good man' stuff but after the last part, I could see the blank look on his face. "Uhm... What are you trying to tell me, Y/N? Wait," he looked away for a moment, thinking. "You are pregnant?"

I didn't reply his last question. I simply took his hand and put it to my slightly palpable baby bump, looking him deep in the eye.

Arthur blinked few times, he gently removed me from his laps. "Dutch wanted to see me," he said and simply left the tent. It's not that he wasn't happy, of course he was. I was his woman, he loved me and got exactly the same in return. I provided him with the feelings he hasn't experienced for a long time but after hearing the news, his mind filled with the worst memories and visions of the past. He simply needed some time.

I blinked, it was not what I expected. I knew everything about him. He was hurt oh so many times. I knew he needed time to proceed the news

For a few next days, Arthur wasn't talking with me too much. I could see him talking with John or Hosea but that was all, he even spent nights in front of the campfire.

After these few days, he finally walked up to me. "Y/N... Can we talk?"

I was brushing horse's mane when I heard his voice. "So you grew up to talk, huh?," I asked a little too bitterly.

Arthur frowned. "Y/N. It's not like this,” he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. I know. So, what do you wanna talk about?"

Arthur took my hand and gently pulled me closer. "Listen, I want to apologize for my behavior. You know that I ain't a good man and you know my past too well but... I talked with Hosea and with John. Hell... I even talked with Abigail," he sighed heavily and hugged me."I am just an old, scared, fool but this fool loves you. I am so sorry I left you then and I wanna promise you that I will always protect both of you,” he declared and put a hand on my belly. "Even if I will have to die."

I smiled sadly.

"But you can't guarantee that you ain't be scared enough to leave at some point, huh?"

 "Don't be silly now. I won't ever leave you, I love you... I love both of you too much to do anything like this," Arthur smiled and kissed me.

I smiled at him, he always knew what to say to calm my nerves oh so easily. I let him stroke my bump.

"Now," he picked me up gently. "Don't ya dare to do anything and I mean ANYTHING around the camp until this baby will be out of ya. Do you understand?," Arthur asked carrying me to our shared tent.

I giggled as ruffled his bangs. "Sure, cowboy. I'll let the dirt grow inside our tent and all around it. Admit that without my help you ain't gonna be able to keep a harmony."

"Nah! I will manage. I mean, it was all fine before I met you. So don't ya worry, besides, I am sure other girls will gladly help me," he giggled and kissed my cheek.

I couldn't believe his words so I punched his side with fist playfully. "Better stop it, old man, or I'll kick your sexy ass."

"Jealous, huh?," he laughed and kissed my lips. "I love only you and our baby. Nothing gonna change that, sweetheart."

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The Hidden Thirst || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: Reader gives Arthur some nice blowjob while they await Dutch. He almost catches the couple in unambiguous situation.

Warnings: Smut - Blow Job

Words: 1807

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was a hot day, sun was shining on you and Arthur. You both were waiting outside some old barn waiting to see Dutch.

"It’s hot today,” Arthur muttered, taking off his hat to fan himself a little, he nudged you with his elbow. "How you doin',sweetheart?”

You cocked brow, you were visibly unhappy. "How do you think, fella? It's fucking hot, I barely can breathe. Couldn't we have found some place in 

a shadows to wait at that old brat, huh?," you asked casually, closing your eyes.

"Well, this 'old brat' you are talking about asked us to meet him on here," Arthur shrugged and looked around, looking for place that could meet your expectations. He looked at the barn and then back at you. "We could go inside. There’s a lots of shadow there."

"Yes!," you almost clapped your hands. Even the slightest thought of being in the shadows made you happy inside. You simply grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him inside.

Arthur chuckled and followed you, putting his hat back on. It was indeed old barn, it wasn't destroyed butdefinitely empty for a long time.

He looked around some more and then his attention returned to you. "Better, sweetheart?"

You threw the hat off your head and sighed deeply, happily. "Yes, much better now, fella!," you exclaimed, looking at the man. You licked your lips slightly. He looked oh so delicious in that sweated shirt that was clinging to his muscular torso.

Arthur watched you with soft smile before noticing how you look at him He blinked and raised an eyebrow, he looked down in himself and back at you. "Something’s wrong with me, Y/N?"

"Wrong? No, no, nothing's wrong, you just look hot, Arthur," you said openly, smiling at him with a soft blush. "Tell me, how do you think, is Dutch going to come here soon nor not?"

Arthur shook his head.

"Y/N, I told you already. I am everting but for sure I ain’t that,” he muttered lighting on a cigarette."I don't know but I am sure he will be here on time. He told us to wait."

"He always tells us to wait and then he's late," you shrugged, walking closer to the man. You simply grabbed his fag and slipped it out of his fingers, inhaling the smoke. "It's unhealthy to be a smoker."

"Are you a doctor now? Or something? Give it back," Morgan rolled his eyes, trying to get his cigarette back. "Well, Dutch asked so we have to wait. You have your shadow so don't complain, Y/N."

You stepped away, avoiding him reaching his hand to get the fag back. "Uh-uh, bad boy, no, you ain't gonna get it back," you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, it ain't funny,” Arthur growled and suddenly picked you up."Give it back or you will fly into that haystack." He warned you, petting your ass. "So?"

You giggled happily, still smoking his fag. "Haha, you ain't gonna do it. If you'll pry, I'll have to punish you, big bro!," you laughed shortly, messing his hair with free hand.

He purred quietly at your touch. "Well, you asked for that." After these words you were flying through the air. You landed in a soft hay. Arthur was looking at you with smug smile. "Will you give it back now?"

You inhaled for the last time and handled the cigarette back to its owner. "Sure, cowboy," you giggled, "But it would be enough if you'd have asked politely," you reminded, smiling brightly at him.

"I am not a polite man, Y/,." he took the cigarette and shook his head as he helped you up. Arthur took your chin and made you look up at him."You really like to play with me, woman,” he smiled before kissing you then he leaned against the half wall. Only upper part of him was visible to anyone who would look through big barn door.

You stepped even closer, leaning all of your body to him. Your hands were rested on his torso, where you slowly stroked him. "I love to play with you, darling, don't you get it yet?," you asked, climbing on you tiptoes to kiss his jawline. You let one of your hands slip down his chest, simply onto his crotch where you pressed it.

Arthur growled softly and bucked his hips into your hand. "Darlin'... I know it very well but... Don't ya think it is not a right time or place?," he looked around. "What if Dutch will come?,” he looked down on you.

You smiled as you undone his belt and fly, slipping your hand into his pants. "You think I give a shit about that man, don't you?," you whispered, kissing his pulse point, "I don't. He can envy you, because he ain't gonna get the cookie, never," you giggled as you grabbed his soft cock.

He let out a shaky breath. "C'mon, Y/N..." At this point he forgot what he was about to say. It took him a moment to collect his thought, he looked at you with soft smiled. "Then better get on your knees and do your job, darling."

"Uh-uh, first, you have to deserve this, honey," you explained softly, pumping your hand against his cock. Your thumb stroked over his tip. Your rather long nails scratched the shaft and you smirked viciously as you felt how quickly he started to harden.

He growled and bucked his hips some more. "How, Y/N?," Arthur purred moving a little closer to you.

"Just be a good boy and be on the lookout," you asked politely, pulling his pants down, right to his ankles. You knelt down and pumped his length few more times, then you simply licked his tip.

Arthur snarled annoyed. "This is not fair, Y/N,” he muttered and rested his arms on the half wall looking ahead trough big door. Everything was calm and quiet. "Do I really have to look out for the wild wind?"

"And what you would like to look at, hmm?," you asked before taking his cock into your mouth. Your pace at the beginning was calm and slow, you were bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes on him, checking upon reactions.

His hands moved into your hair to take a bit of control over your moves. "Well, I would like to watch you," Arthur said and sighed heavily.

Your hands moved to his butt where you squeezed him. "Mhm...," you mumbled, still having his cock in your mouth. Soon, you increased your moves.

Arthur mooned and grabbed handful of your hair, bucking his hips to push himself deeper into your throat as he rolled head back. Oh, how glad he was that this weird half wall was completely hiding what was happening down there.

Suddenly, a very well-known voice pulled Morgan out of his bliss.

"Arthur! Y/N?!" It was Dutch.

Arthur bite his lips and looked down on you. "What do we do?," he whispered to you.

You didn't stop your movements, you still were bobbing your head, still having eyes on him, with a visible smile on the lips. After a longer moment you grabbed his shaft with your palm and pulled it out of your lips. "Fool him," you ordered, spitting onto his hard cock, stroking his tip with your fingers.

Arthur growled loudly. "I should kill you for that." He took a deep breath and looked away from you. "Yea, here Dutch. Imma... Imma here," Arthur called and leaned out the edge of the wall.

 Dutch peeked inside and looked confused on the other man. "And where is Y/N?"

"She…Uhm...," Arthur let you deep sigh and bite inside of his cheek thinking, "She is for sure somewhere. She said it's too hot for her here and she went to find some shadow. You know how moody this girl is,” he shrugged, pushing his hips forward a bit. There was no better thing he could come up with, his mind was clouded and he was too focused on the feeling of your lips around his shaft.

Somehow Dutch bought all of this, at this point Arthur was kinda proud of himself.

They talked for a longer moment. Something about some small robbery, even Arthur didn't know what was he talking about.

When Dutch left, Arthur grabbed your hair tightly and shoved himself deep into your throat. "Fuck!," the man moaned.

You sucked him hard, some wet noises could be heard all around. After a brief moment you slipped his cock out of your mouth. You wrapped palm around it and picked it up, pressing the member to his lower stomach, only to lick the main vain at the lower part of his dick. "You're a good liar though, Arthur," you praised him, kissing all over his length.

Arthur pushed your hand away and tightened grip on your hair, he forced you to open your mouth. "For that, you better shut up and finish what you started," Arthur muttered and pushed himself back into your mouth. He sighed with relief, he was so close and you just kept on talking.

He fucked your mouth with the rough but steady pace, moaning your name from time to time.

You decided to surprise him a bit, so you deep-throated his cock, looking him firmly in the eye. You held him deep in your mouth until he started to  throb.

"Keep on doing that sweetheart and I will cum soon," man warned you, stroking your hair.

You unbuttoned two first buttons of your shirt, just slightly enough for him to see your bouncing boobs as you were bobbing head back and forth along his shaft. You hummed, sending some vibes to his leaking precum dick.

Arthur gasped. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?" The sight of you down there was something else and the pleasure you were giving him was something amazing."Such a good girl, sucking this cock so nicely," he hummed, praising you. Arthur knew he won't be able to keep any longer. "Y/N, I’m gonna cum."

You smiled at him. "In nor out?," you asked politely.

 "Out... I wanna see that pretty face painted with my cum," Arthur smiled back. "Besides, you were a really bad girl today. Teasing me with my own cigarette, making me lie to Dutch. Bab bad girl, go back to work."

You sucked him and bobbed your head for a brief moment, and when he throbbed hardly, you took him out and pumped your hand along his shaft until he cum on your face and boobs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Arthur gasped stuttering his hips as he stroked his own shaft, letting all of his semen to drop on your décolletage. “Fuck you, sweet doll, you’re so fucking filthy,” he praised your actions.

You wiped his semen from corner of your mouth, smiling.

“I know, fella.”

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