Who's In Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers X Reader Smut

Who's in Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

Summary: You're new to Avengers but unfortunately, you don't get well with Captain Rogers, so by every occasion, you're mean to him and disobey his commands. It's like this until that one specific night when Steve shows who is in charge at the Tower.  

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving)

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

This was to have been another boring day.

You got up earlier than ever before, with attend to train a bit before shower.

You did as you planned. Then, you changed clothes for something more casual yet elegant, and you were ready to get downstairs for a breakfast.

Living in Avengers Tower wasn't easy for you, as a new member. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, and everyone was expecting a lot from you. But you gritted the teeth and tried to hold on.

Steve frowned as soon as he spotted you in the dining room. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt that was emphasizing his well-built torso. "You know this is not a fashion show, kid," he said, eyeing you from head to toe as he crossed arms on his chest.

Steve expected a lot from you, he wanted you to keep up with the team. For him, you were just a kid among adults, so he tried his best to temper your stubbornness, and to improve your skills.

A roll of your eyes had to be enough as the answer for him. "Whatever. I wanna feel comfortable," you shrugged as you took a sip of your tea. "Have ya seen Banner? He asked me for help in the laboratory," you explained shortly, focusing on a bread that you were cutting.

"Yes, I met him today and he doesn't need you anymore. I took care of this. You will spend the day with me and Bucky at the gym. You need to improve yourself if you want to stay here," Steve told you and he started to make himself a coffee. "And better change clothes. I don't wanna see you in those during the training. Do you understand?"

You cocked your brow, being already exhausted by his words. "What's wrong with them? I won't change anything only because you want me to, Mr Cap-Know-It-All-Rogers," you snorted, taking a bite of your sandwich. "I don't wanna train. I did after waking up, I don't think another round is necessary."

You aren't the one that decides here. You want to keep up with the team, so you have to work on this. If you won't, you will be kicked out," he warned as he rolled his eyes. "So better cooperate or go pack your stuff now because we're not gonna keep you in here when you get tired after a five-minute run," he summed up and walked past you. "Better warm up before training. I won't go easy on you," Steve added before leaving dining room.

You stopped chewing the sandwich and simply threw rest of it on the plate. "What an asshole," you mumbled to yourself as you quickly finished your tea.

You got back to your room. After quick look into your closet, you decided to put black leggins and grey tank top on. Then you headed downstairs, straight to the gym.

As you were waiting for Captain to show up, you started doing some push-ups.

"Hey, kid! Don't overwork yourself!" Bucky laughed happily, and smiling at you, he quickly decided to join you in doing push-ups. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asked, looking at you briefly, then he used his metal hand to do some one hand push-ups.

You only smirked. "Stop showing off your strength, Barnes!"

When you finished another push-ups round, you sat on the mattress, taking deep breaths.

You also decided to explain the situation to Bucky. "Our beloved, infallible Captain has ordered me to come to the gym, so here I am," you shrugged.

Bucky sat next to you and giggled. "Don't worry, it's only Steve," he shrugged.

"I must say, I am impressed," Steve said as he just entered the gym and looked at you and Bucky. "Finally you did what I asked you about. Now! Butts up, both of you. Buck, you can do what you want, and Y/N, you're gonna train with me."

Bucky smiled and pet your shoulder. "I wish you luck, kid."

Steve smirked at you. "Ready?"

You got up lazily. "No. I would rather do this with our super assassin than with you." Your reply was full of malice but you didn't care.

You crossed arms on your chest, glaring up at Steve. "So?"

"What do you mean by 'so'? Come on, little bunny, attack me," he smiled at you. "Unless you are scared of me," Steve mocked only to motivate you.

As lazily as you could you approached him and punched his arm. "Here ya go, fear me," you murmured.

Steve raised his eyebrow, looking at you. "Seriously, kid?"

He then grabbed back of your neck and quickly knock you down. Steve pressed his knee to your back. "That was so easy that it's funny. Comfortable, kid?" He asked sarcastically, smiling at you. "Do you realize it's not some kind of a game, don't you?"

You hissed, the sharp pain ran through your lower back as he pressed it with his knee. "Get off me, Rogers," you snorted loudly, struggling to free yourself. "I know all this. But I have 0 motivation. You won't make me obedient by constant screams and lectures, get it?" You almost yelled, trying to turn your head aside.

Steve pressed his knee to your back even harder. "Then better find motivation, because no one is gonna babysit you during the fight. This is not some kind of game, you are a superhero now and yet you act like a spoiled brat. I am not gonna tolerate this in my team," he growled at you.

"Wo-ho... Steve, pal. Calm down or you will break her in half," Bucky stepped in, trying to stop his friend. "This is not the way, pal."

When you finally freed yourself, you rolled on your back and breathed deeply.

Then you got up and threw Steve an angry glance. "Go fuck yourself, Rogers, because you're unbearable!" You screamed at him.

You turned around and wiped the tear that formed in the corner of your eye quickly, so none of them could see it.

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head, then he ran after you. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" Bucky called after you and soon caught you up. "Hey, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Bucky asked with a worried voice.

Even if Bucky was an emotionless, killing machine in his past, suffering of others wasn't a thing that he was just about to ignore then.

"Hey, need a big supersoldier hug?" Bucky asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

You instinctively nuzzled to him, trying to wrap arms around his torso. "I hate him," you explained openly, "I really do. He trests me like this since the very beginning. I hate him. He thinks he knows everything but truth is he can't even cope with his past, and he uses me as a fucking training bag. He openly humiliates me in front of others. But he is no one to me. You should be our leader, not him," you cried briefly.

Bucky blinked and hugged you tightly. "God, doll. You make me blush. Please, I know Steve for a really long time. He just wants you to keep up with us. You are young, beautiful and new here," man explained, petting your hair. "I have an idea. Tony organizes some kind of little team party. You should join us this evening. There will be snacks, beer, it will be nice. What do you say?" Bucky asked and put hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a deep sigh but nodded. "Okay. I can give it a shout. But if he will be somewhere near, I swear to Thor, I will leave," you said firmly. "See you then, Bucky."

Bucky walked you to the living room, where the party was taking place. "Go on and have some fun, and don't worry, doll. It will be okay, Steve will be a good boy. Now excuse me, I need to go and annoy Tasha for a bit," Barnes winked at you and quickly walked away.

Steve saw you and waved his hand. "Hey, Y/N, come here," he said with smile.

However, you passed him by, pretending he wasn't there.

You were completely not in a mood for the party, and especially for Steve and his problems.

You approached a bar that was set up in one of the corners, and you took a seat at the high chair, ordering yourself a glass of whiskey. You crossed legs, guarding your skirt to not go too high along your thighs.

Steve joined you few minutes later. "Hey, you are ignoring me, why?" Rogers asked, looking at you. "I saw that you came here with Bucky. Are you two a thing?" Steve asked you next question, he sounded a bit frustrated.

You looked at him with the corner of your eye, then you leant to the bartender. "Can you tell this guy to leave me alone?"

Man behind the bar only smiled at your words, and gave another glass to Steve.

You turned head, you searched for Bucky. "Maybe. None of your business."

Steve offered you his hand and smiled at you softly. "Please, come with me. I won't hurt you, I swear to Thor. I won't do anything this time, I just wanna talk."

"You've talked today. I came here to have fun, not to listening to another lecture by you, Mr Know-It-All," you reminded, "now you can go look for your Sharon, I bet I saw her somewhere here..." You grinned widely. "I am still impressed how she can even cope with someone like you."

"It's not gonna be a lecture. Please? Oh, come on! I am not interested in her at all, I have someone else on my eye..." Steve sighed deeply. "Please, Y/N. Come with me."

Finally, you emptied your glass and got up from the chair, smoothing your frilled skirt. "You have 10 minutes," you said simply as you looked at him

Steve grabbed your hand and led you at one of an empty corridors. It was partly dark and quiet.

"Do you even know how annoying you are? You just came here and you think you can do whatever you want," Steve muttered and suddenly pinned you to the wall. "Look at yourself, such a beauty. You just provoke me with all those skimpy clothes, even this dress now. You drive me crazy every day, doll," Steve whispered right into your ear. "And you know what? There is no Sharon nor anyone else who could catch my eye like you did. I could watch you every day."

You blinked.

In first moment you didn't know what to do. You weren't sure if you should start screaming for help nor just punch his jaw and run away.

Yet, you blushed a bit as his words. "First of all, it's not a dress. Actually, it's a skirt," you explained. "And secondly, I am afraid you're drunk, Steven..." You whispered.

Somehow you were afraid of this man, even if you knew he wouldn't hurt you, ever.

"I need to give you some lesson, girl. I can't get drunk due to the supersoldier serum perk," he smiled at you. "You have no idea how frustrating it is to know that you are here, that I may lose you one day. I tried to make you leave but you are just too fucking stubborn," Steve growled and moved to your neck. "At the same time, you are so beautiful that I have problems with controlling myself. I am so sorry if I hurt you today, I never meant this, Y/N," Steve purred and kissed your neck gently.

Your muscles tensed within second when his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bite your lip to hold the moan on. "So, why you wanted to talk to me now?" You asked slowly, pressing your back more to the cold wall.

He laughed and put his forehead on your shoulder. "Really, Y/N? Okay, so maybe this will be a good answer for you..."

After these words Steve pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands traveled to your hips.

You were cut off by the kiss, and you didn't pretest at all.

You let him kiss you the way he wanted, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and surprisingly, you did enjoy it.

Steve growled into the kiss and then picked you up. "This will be fun," he smiled and carried you to his room.

There he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. "Shall we see what are you hiding under this Skirt?" Steve teased.

“Hey, hey, slow down!" You couldn't help but giggle.

You pushed him off of yourself and you got up. When he sat at the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs.

"I don't know. You were rude to me today," you summarized, "I don't know if you deserved any of this..."

You slowly brushed your thighs, grabbing the hem of your skirt. With a swing in your hips you turned around, revealing upper part of your thighs, just enough for him to notice your panties.

Steve got up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He pressed you against his chest. "Then I will continue to be rude, sweetheart," Steve purred into your ear and moved his hand between your legs.

He chuckled. "Someone is already wet for me, bad girl as always."

You licked your dry lips and put your palm on his hand, forcing him to rub your pussy through material of your panties.

As you were pressed to him, you could easily feel Steve getting harder, ever through his jeans.

You turned your head a bit to let him kiss you.

Steve covered your mouth with a kiss and smiled. "You've been a very bad girl today, you didn't listen to things I've said, you were really mean to me," Steve muttered in a low voice.

His hand slowly moved your panties aside, he wasted no time and pushed two fingers inside of you.

Steve hummed happily. "So tight and wet, just for me. I'm gonna fuck you hard tonight, doll. You're gonna scream my name so loud that whole tower will hear you."

You took a deep breath, still holding on his hand.

It felt so nice to have his fingers inside, you could already imagine how amazing it will be to have his cock in your pussy.

You forced him to pull his hand back, you slowly licked on his long fingers, humming.

Then you turned around in his arms and without any word you started to undoing his belt, your eyes on his.

Steve watched you carefully. "You are still a naughty girl. Really naughty girl. On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, looking you right in the eyes. "And be a good girl this time."

You slowly got on your knees and unzipped his fly, licking your lips.

You pulled his half erected cock out of his jeans, and a little smirk crawled onto your mouth.

Even then you could say that he was big. The biggest you've ever seen before.

You grabbed his base and pumped it few times before you took him into mouth.

"Now you are good girl. I'm proud," Steve sighed deeply and moved his hands into your hair, he started to move your head up and down his shaft. "This feels so good, Y/N. Keep doing this and I will cum," Steve warned you. You pulled his dick out of your mouth only to spit on him. You pumped your hand few times, from his head to the bottom of his base, spreading your saliva all over his shaft. You pulled his cock up, pressing it to his lower stomach, you licked along his length, using only tip of your tongue. Then you sucked on his tip for a while, only to push his cock deep down your throat while massaging his balls. You used your free hand to rub your pussy and slip fingers in.

Steve growled and tugged on your hair, pulling you away. "Sorry, sweetheart, I need to fill this tight, little pussy with my cum," he mumbled and forced you to lay down on the bed. After that, he slipped his jeans down his legs kicking them aside.

"Let's see how this little pussy feels around my cock." Steve pulled your skirt up, exposing you completely as you managed to get rid of your shirt and bra moment before.

Steve grabbed his member and guided himself slowly into you, moaning deeply as he entered your pussy.

Captain started to trust in a steady pace, holding your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight, so wet and all this is mine," he grunted.

You squeezed your breasts, your eyes never left his. "God, yes... I didn't know it can be that amazing, fuck..." you murmured quietly, taking a hold of his strong forearm. "Just like that.." you spit on your fingers and rubbed your pussy while Steve was fucking you. "God, feels so good. Show me how much you've wanted it, c'mon!" The urge of getting fucked nicely was too huge for you, so you dragged your nails down his back as you wrapped your leg around his hip.

"Hope I won't snap you in a half," Steve muttered and started to thrust faster, using all of his strength.

His thrusts were so hard that bed started to crack dangerously.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, doll," Steve growled and his hand traveled to your pussy, he pushed two fingers into you. "Nice and full," he summed up before kissing and biting your neck.

You were moaning deeply, rubbing yourself. You slipped your second hand into his hair. "Mmm, that's it, Steven. Fuck me like you've dreamt about since I joined your team," you encouraged him.

After some time you used all of your strength to push him off of you. You then straddled him, slowly pushing his cock back into your cunt. You started to rock your hips slowly, basing your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself.

Steve gasped and grabbed your hips so tightly that you knew he will leave bruises. "My good girl. Ride that cook until I cum inside this tight pussy, ride it faster! I am not made of glass," he smiled, rolling his hips before moving hand between two of you, straight to your clit. Steve started to slowly rub it, putting some pressure on from time to time.

"Yes! Yes..." You moaned loudly, scratching his chest. "Fuck, I wanna you to cum inside of me," you said, "fill me to the brim," you licked your lips.

You were going up and down his cock as fast as you could.

When you felt your walls squeezing his dick, you increased your pace, his name was the only thing to leave your lips.

Steve quickly flipped you over, so he was on top again, he threw your legs on his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside your cunt. "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this little pussy. You'll be mine now."

His peace was fast and thrusts were deep, soon Steve pushed himself as deep as he only could only to cum deep inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

His name rolled from your mouth as your pussy started to clenching rhythmically around his hard member. You arched your back and rolled head on the pillow. You rock your hips few more times, trying to catch a proper breath.

You were covered in sweat but you didn't mind.

Your eyes met his and you reached hands to cup his cheeks.

"You're a fucker still but well, I gotta admit that was delicious. I guess I will be even more problematic now, just to be punished again," you winked at him, slipping hand between two of you. Then, you licked your fingers, tasting his cum. "Mmm, someone likes coffee here."

Steve laughed and shook his head. "Be a good girl and you will get this on a daily basis, and I won't kick your ass on training so often," he teased you, then pulled you closer. "Let's rest now," Steve offered.

You let him put his boxers back on, and when he laid next to you, you simply rested your head on his muscular torso, letting him wrap his strong arm around your waist. "I'm naked still, Cap," you teased, "But I'm keen on this idea. But tomorrow it's gonna be me who will kick your ass on training.

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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

*****************

It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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Lights Out || Poe Dameron x Reader One Shot || (High School AU)

Summary: You're girlfriend of Poe Dameron. He fools you that he needs some help with learning. Soon, it turns out that he lied only to spend some time with you. How the things will end?

Warnings: none

Words: 2020

Author: Cass

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 15 Study Date || Quote: 14. “Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me” || items: 11. Candles

"Finally." You muttered to yourself as you heard knocking on the door. Poe was supposed to be here half an hour ago to study with you but somehow he was late this time.

You quickly jogged to the door and opened them with a smile on your lips. It was no one else but Poe indeed, but you blinked surprised when you saw a puppy in his arms. "What BB is doing here...?" You asked and looked at your boyfriend.

With a huge grin on his lips, Poe leant towards you to place a little kiss to your cheek. "I didn't know when I'll be back, so I took him with me. I didn't want him to sit in my room alone, you know," he explained clearly, smile never left his face. "So, you're ready? Because I am," he laughed shortly, entering your room and putting corgi down on the floor. "Where we will start? Do you have some plans?"

You giggled when puppy ran to you, you gently pet its head and looked at Poe. "I told you yesterday that I will be ready, and you have to tell me what's your problem," you reminded him as you sat on your bed, puppy immediately joined you. "So? What subject gives great Poe Dameron such a big trouble that he needs his girlfriend to help him?” You asked, looking at him. 

"Trigonometry," he said simply, spreading his arms in helplessness. "It's about trigonometry, Y/N."

Young man approched your bed and took a seat next to you. He petted his puppy, sighing. "If you won't help me, I'll fail last exam. And it'll mean I won't get scholarship for next semester," he explained simply.

You blinked even more surprised than moment ago when you saw BB. "Uhm, really? I have seen you during the classes, it didn't look like you have a problem with trigonometry but okay. I am sure you know the best what kind of help you need. I will go get my books."

After a short moment, you returned to him with two thick handbooks. "Okay, this should be an enough help for you. You should be happy that my parents and brother are away, we will have peace and quiet to learn," you summed up, sitting back on your previous place.

Poe took books from you and opened one of them lazily. He read one of the pages for a little while, then looked back at you. "Okay. But please, explain me how shall I be solving this quadratic equation, hmm?" Poe asked.

You picked up a big notebook that you were always using during the classes. "Okay, so come closer and I will try my best to explain you everything, and next time pay more attention during classes, don't goof around with your pals, okay?" You kissed his cheek with a smile. "Okay, let's start."

Then you started to explaining him every little detail in every step of solving the mathematical problem that he should make. You enjoyed this, not only a fact that you were helping him but also the fact that he was so close. His chest pressed against your back and his head on your shoulder made you feel relaxed and calm.

Poe was pretending that he was listening to your words. Truth was, however, that after a short while he started falling asleep. He felt this blackness came over him. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making Poe shiver slightly. But somehow it's making his eyes felt heavier and heavier. He finally closed his eyes, nuzzling more to your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist.

You were deep in your thoughts, explaining him everything. You really wanted to help him, because he was your boyfriend. "... then you need to move this here, and sum this numbers here, and you will get what you need, do you understand?"

You waited for a little but received no answer. "Poe?" You looked on your shoulder with a corner of your eye, and couldn't believe the view. "Poe Dameron, are you serious right now?!" You raised your voice, growling slightly at the young man.

The anger was building in you, how could he be sleeping when you were trying to help him?!

Poe opened his eyes lazily, yawning. "What? Uhm, no, no, I meant yes, sum stuff," he mumbled and kissed your cheek. "To be honest, I know what are you talking about. Truth is," he yawned again and got up, rubbing his temple, "I am good at math. I don't need any help. I've came here because we spend not enough time together lately, and I miss you, Y/N," Poe explained openly.

You looked at him and couldn't believe his words. It was truth that you were focused on your own stuff, you only had some time for each other during breaks between classes but still, this really got onto your nerves.

"Poe, I understand but..." You raised your voice again but suddenly were cut off by darkness.

The whole house went dark. "Oh, for God's sake," you rolled your eyes.

"Lights out again, huh?" Poe giggled. "Do you have candles? We can lit them up."

You let out a deep sigh. "Yes, dad said he fixed this," you muttered and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight. "I think that mom put all candles in one of the cabinets in the hallway, we just need to look for them, because I am not sure in which one they're set."

You got up from bed and walked to the door, you opened them and entered the hall.

You started to roam through cabinets as soon as you got to them. "If you find any candles, please, don't touch the black ones. Ben has some freaking seventh sense and he even knows when someone dared to touch his precious stuff." you muttered.

"Your brother is emo, isn't he? Sometimes he reminds me about that young boy, the vocalist of that German band, Tokio Hotel. But fortunately, Ben doesn't wear make-up. Yet... Or am I wrong?" Poe peeked into one of the cabinets and clapped his hands. "Got 'em, Y/N!"

You laughed loudly and shrugged. "Maybe a little bit, it's hard to tell who he truly is. Mom says it's just a phase but it's weird. Makeup... Well. I don't know anything about this.. But once I found my eyeliner in his room. Let's hope it won't get worst."

You kissed his cheek and smiled. "Take them to the living room and I will go to find a lighter and maybe something to eat for BB and us," you said, and then walked to the kitchen.

"Lighter isn't needed, I got one in my pocket, you know that I am into cigarettes," Poe lit three candles, placing them into candlestick, he put it on the counter of your desk. "BB and I would be happy if you would share that delicious turkey your mom has made on Sunday!"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Okay, I will see if we have leftovers," you answered.

After a few minutes, you came back with a two big plates and one smaller. "Here, something for us and something for your little buddy," you said after putting plates on their places.

You sat on the couch next to Poe. "I guess I need to wait until tomorrow. Dad will have to fix the light again, or mom will just call a specialist," you giggled and started to eat.

Poe did too, but he also put little plate on the floor, so BB could have eaten, too. "You ain't mad at me?" He asked.

"To be honest, I am a bit mad. I really thought you are in trouble when it comes to school, I was worried. You could have simply told me that you wanna hang out, you know I would gladly accept it," you looked at him. "It wasn't a nice thing to trick me like this. Don't do this again," you warned him and looked down at the puppy. "It's getting late," you noticed.

"It is, apparently. Was it a slight attempt to get rid of me and BB?" Poe laughed warmly. "Don't worry, we'll head back home soon. You still have to review the material for test."

"I already did that, Poe. You said we don't spend much time together, and it's weekend. You think your dad would be mad if you would stay with me? I am slightly afraid of the darkness, I don't want to be alone and we could spend some time together," you offered softly, looking at him.

"I will call him, soon. Don't worry. I guess he won't have anything against that idea."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the darkness your cuddles were feeling like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy.

Poe wished he could extend the night just so he could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace.

Your arms were wrapped right around him, bringing a peace he's never known before, a calming of the storms in young man's heart. He knew it's you that was giving him hope for the future. In your embrace, Poe started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear. "I love that little moments when we're together. No one else counts but we. Priceless," Peo hummed lazily into your ear.

You purred quietly and smiled. "I know, sweetie. I am so sorry if you ever thought that I neglect you or something like this," you said and kissed his jawline, then put the head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Poe was a blessing, you couldn't ask for more. He was always there when you needed him, and even when you didn't, and maybe especially then. You were so deeply in love with him.

"I love you, Y/N," Poe whispered into your ear. "Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me." he added.

His fingers were tangled in your hair as he kissed your temple. "You're my everything."

You hummed quietly at his words. "I love you too, Poe. You are my world," you said before kissing him softly on the lips.

Rest of the evening went rather quickly. You snuggled with Poe under a soft, warm blanket. Soon, both of you fell asleep in each others' arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up next morning to the view of your brother's face right above your own.

"For God's sake, Ben! Do you want me to die on heart attack?!" You growled at him.

"Mom! He is here again! Why is he in my house again?!" Ben yelled, and you in the meantime gently touched Poe's cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

"First of all, it's not only your house. Second, good morning sweetheart, and hi, Poe," Leia said with a kind smile as she stepped into living room.

Poe got up quickly, stretching his shirt. "Morning, ma'am. I am sorry, we've learnt for a long hours, I happened to fall asleep, so Y/N decided to let me stay."

"Hi mom," you muttered and nuzzled to Poe's shoulder.

"I bet you two got laid," Ben said with a smile.

You facepalmed and shook your head. "No, I was helping him with math, it took us long, plus light went off again and I didn't want to sit alone," you grunted, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/N. You see? I told you we should have called professionals," Leia said, turning to Han. He only rolled his eyes.  "Now I will make breakfast for three of you." Your mother added looking back at you.

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, right sweetie?" You looked at Poe. "Oh, by the way. Good morning," then you kissed his cheek and skipped to the kitchen.

Ben frowned looking at Poe. "I hate you." 

"Get used to me better," Poe chuckled slightly. "Maybe one day in the future you'll be my brother-in-law," Dameron wiggled his brow and followed you. "Y/N, wait for me!"

mental void || General Hux x Reader Drabble

Summary: General Hux visiting you in the hospital.

Warnings: none 

Words: 955

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Rouge & Cass

You laid there quietly, keeping your eyes closed, matching your breaths to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed, the only indications of your heartbeat, your existence. Your legs were numb. Curiosity slowly pried open your swollen eyes to meet a dismal view of a grey colored hospital room, the door a navy blue. You immediately knew it was locked, this was to keep you in here, not them out. You slid your eyes sideways, they'd handcuffed your wrists to the bed bars. Short, but plenty deep cuts ran along your arms, beyond was your chart.

The door slid open and someone has entered the room. It was no one else but Armitage Hux, general of the First Order himself. "Ah! I see you are finally awake. How do you feel?" ginger man asked, his look was full of revulsion and disapproval. He walked closer to your bed, removing his leather gloves on the way.

"You want to know more about my mental illness but you’re scared to ask, that’s right isn’t it. How did I know that? I know these things, plus it’s kinda obvious after what have I done on the Jakku," you almost giggled but your laughter quickly faded away. "I almost got it, Hux. And I don't regret!"

He winced and shook his head. "Why would I be scared to ask about such a stupid thing. Do you think I care about your little, fragile mind? To be completely honest I am surprised that no one ever noticed how distorted your mind and behavior are," Hux explained, observing every inch of your body. "I always thought that mental illness drives the madness that helps in killing. Apparently, it pushes you more into self-destruction," man muttered, leaning over you.

You shrugged. "You think I care. As soon as I will leave this room, I'll try once again. And once again, and once again, until I will win," you smirked as you rolled your eyes, your blood preassure has incrased and it hit you hard. "I won't be serving as one of your killing machines, I would rather die than take part in all this."

General completely ignored your bubbling and continued with his own thoughts. "I am deeply shocked that you tried to desert, you were one of the best soldiers. How could you? We gave you everything," he said, looking around, and then his eyes moved to you. "Leave this room? Do you really think we will let you go anyway, just like that? You are really crazy."

You laughed shortly, trying to get up from bed. "Trust me, I will end that cruel crusade, sooner or later. First Order cannot just take whatever it wants. You'll be dead soon, trust me, General," you struggled with ties. "There's more than just me among your people. A lot of them don't agree with your policy. You'll see this, soon."

Hux smiled, watching your struggles. "Oh, trust me, no one is going to stand against me or The First Order. I will have to make sure they will dig deeper into your mind, hope that some more indoctrinations and some tortures will be just fine for you. I would use someone like you among my people," he said, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "You will be just fine, sweetheart."

You spitted straight at his face, than laughed shortly, showing your teeth. "I think you should leave now, General," you said simply, turning your head aside. "We’re brought up in culture of fear and coercion, so what do you think comes out first when the mind loosens? That’s right, it is the scariest damn thing that can ever happen to you. The devil himself will come and unless you can face down every fear, own your guilt in a healthy way, you’re screwed, Hux. I know what have you done many years ago, so you do, too. It hunts you every sleepless night, right?"

Hux chuckled, wiping the spit from his face. "Listen, there was someone who thought just like you. He didn't end up well and no, it doesn't hunt me. I am more than happy that this old bastard is dead and I am happy with what I've done," he put his gloves back on and petted your head. "If I can be completely honest, I don't care about you nor others. You are just a cannon fodder. You are replaceable, no one care if you are dead or alive, no one will cry after your eventual death," man hummed, looking at you, "I do hope that some high voltage will help restore your mindset, so... Hopefully see you soon, CS-445 or Y/N."

After these words he simply left your room.

You struggled few more moments but when no result has come, you had given up. You put your head on a pillow, sighing loudly, deep inside you knew it was the beginning of your true end. Hux was a cruel, emotionless man, and you knew he would have done whatever to keep First Order strong. Your mind was dark, subsisting on the burnt tinder of who you were. In these ashes there was nothing to even renew a spark. All you could do was huddle in this moment, live from heartbeat to heartbeat. You felt like the world wasn't really there at all, like it was stolen and replaced with something empty, photoshopped, fake. It made sense in a weird way, the real world gave you feelings of joy. You felt connected to it, part of it. But either it was taken away or you were; every second of every minute of every day, all you could do was to float in the void.

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Double Dare || James Delaney

Summary: You're a thief. One evening you meet a very mysterious man. You find out it's James Delaney. He has a use for your skills. You agree, making partners in crime from both of you.

Warnings: None

Words: 4997

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James walked through dark alleys, looking around carefully. He had to be careful in there, this place was full of thieves and others scums. He would never end up in such a place without a REAL reason but this time he had one. James already spent a few hours looking for a thief that, as he heard, was a really good at the job.

A few days ago James has gotten a letter with an invitation to a fancy party. Why he got it? Even he didn't know the real reason but this was a perfect opportunity for him to put his hands on important reports.

Delaney wasn't a fool, he couldn't get them by himself, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed someone with an innocent look, someone who will look harmless on the outside, someone who will be clever and effective. That's how he ended up in this bloody alley, looking for a woman called "Y/N", not even being sure if this was her real name.

"Do you need something?" some sweet voice asked, hiding in a shadow of nearest building. You slowly get into a light of high-set moon.

You were a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. You were highly practiced at seduction. With your innocent looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm anyone, right? Mostly you just let men feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. It was only seconds before your new target was jumping through hoops to please you. Your face and some cleavage could get you anything and anyone.

James looked at you emotionless, he didn't care how you really looked or what you offered. He was above simple temptations like your face or your cleavage, He only needed your skills.

James studied your face for a moment before speaking. "I look for a woman, I heard her name is Y/N, and that she is highly skilled in what she does. I could have well-paid use for her abilities," his voice was firm and as official as it only could be, at some moments it sounded like a deep growl. "Maybe you know where I can find her? I think she wouldn't turn down such an interesting offer like mine."

"How much you'll pay?" you asked simply, walking closer to him, a swing in your hips. You put hand onto his shoulder as you slowly rounded him, observing carefully. "Such a strong man like you wouldn't have a problem with doing some certain things by his own," you summed up. "Let's say you're lucky enough to be talking to a right person already."

"I am really glad to hear this," James watched you carefully, scanning your body, your hair, the tiniest part of you.

"I need someone who is beautiful, who is adroit, someone who can enter and leave without marks after themselves," James explained briefly. "I am ready to pay a huge  amount of money, you will be able to get yourself a nice place to stay or drink yourself to death. Whatever suits you, all I want you to do is to go to a party with me,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest, you could clearly feel stuff he was keeping under his coat and these weren't nice toys. "I need a good thief and I believe that someone like you won't let such an occasion to disappear," James muttered deeply into your ear. He was aiming into your pride and maybe your fear, all he knew was that right then, from the side, you two looked like a couple that was simply flirting in public.

You bit your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth for a brief moment. You could easily feel at least two types of knives under his heavy coat, that man was still an enigma to you.

You smiled at him, your brow cocked as you slowly turned around, pressing your back to his strong torso and casually playing with lock of your hair.

"Well. So you need me to go at the party with you, huh?" you asked, chuckling slightly. "And you'll pay me for this? Well, I would be an idiot if I'd refuse to help you, sir," you tilted head to look up at him.

James played along with you, right now he didn't need any attention from smaller thieves or whores that were casually walking around this fucking place. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "I will pay you for a party and for a dress, as long as you’re gonna promise me that you will do whatever I tell you. I will have a really good use for your little sticky hands,” he said lowly.

He hated this situation, but he had to play along. Oh, how much he hated this feeling of your body pressed to his but there was no other way. James turned you around and looked at you. "When you will be sure, you will have to find me. I am sure you know where Delaney's house is. You will find me there, better be quick with your confirmation," he informed you and then simply walked away, not even looking behind himself once.

You crossed arms over your chest, smiling viciously, still cocking brow at the gentleman.

You already made up your mind, but didn't want to be taken as desperate.

You needed some coins at that times, though you were almost done with your previous life.

Yet, you thought it won't be a harm if you'll take his offer, it'd be your last work.

Two days have passed. Sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light, the day winding down, first star in the night sky, short June darkness, air became cooler, the sweet evening landscape. Twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.

You figured out a second entrance to Delaney's house oh so easily.

As you found yourself in the place, you noticed no one was home. You decided to wait downstairs, lurking through the kitchen in an attempt to find some alcohol.

"You really had to be raised in the gutter or slums that you don't know what doors are," deep, gruff voice was followed by a clock of a gun that right now was pointed at your head.

"I clearly said to come and see me, not to break into my house and snoop around my fucking kitchen. If you weren't so necessary to me, my servant would have some additional cleanups to make," James growled walking closer to you. This situation would be much more intimidating if not the fact that James was almost naked, not counting the long, old shirt that was covering his chest and crotch.

The inked skin of his hips was clearly visible now, his gaze was full of anger. "I could hear you up in the attic, are you really worth my money?"

You swallowed hardly, he got you out of sudden. You raised your hands up and slowly turned to him. As you did, you blushed deeply. Your eyes slipped along his features, oh, he's a very handsome block, you had to admit it.

"I'm sorry, my bad," you said in a deep voice. "Now, stop pointing your gun at me, are we good?" you slowly lowered your hands. "Well, you have a nice house though," you looked around. "Unlike a gate of wood that was common to the neighborhood, your is fashioned from black iron. That means you are truly a reach guy."

After a brief second, you slowly walked to a counter and jumped on it, crossing legs.

You were wearing black, leather pants and heavy combat boots, fitted black shirt with long sleeves and a black coat. Every piece of your outfit was emphasizing your body advantages.

James sighed deeply and put the gun away. "Are you here to tell me that you agreed with my plan or you came here to kill and rob me? It’s not gonna work for sure,” he crossed arms in front of his cheat, watching your body.

It was perfect, yet nothing special to fulfill any of his desires. There was only one body capable of that and your couldn't be even compared to it.

"You will need dress," he muttered and turned around, pointing on a small couch. "You can sleep on here. Try to not scare Brace at morning, I don't want him to get a heart attack. We will talk tomorrow,” James summed up before slowly walking up the stairs.

You watched him left the room. And as soon as he did, you slipped off the counter and simply undressed yourself, to your lacy underwear.

The old couch didn't look very welcoming, yet it was still a better place to spend time through the night than your previous one.

You simply laid down, looking at stains on the ceiling.

He returned to his empty room, it was too empty.

James sat in front of his fireplace and looked deep into the fire.

He good knew what he needed, he needed her.

He needed her in his arms. His sweet littlesister pressed close to his chest, moving in perfect sync with him, moaning and whimpering his name like a prayer. Zilpha's body was burned in his mind, he remembered every little detail of it, ever little touch she ever lied on him. Oh, how much he wanted to get to her again, just to make her feel the fire burning his mind and soul.

James didn't even notice when he started to murmur and whisper old, ancient words.

Brace stepped into James' room without knocking, when the sun was still beneath horizon. "Mr Delaney, I'm sorry to interrupt, yet someone's in the living room," he said, poking James' shoulder.

James growled loudly at unwanted contact that early in the morning. He raised his head and looked at Brace with a slight frown. "She is the thief I told you about yesterday. I found her in the alley you told me about," he said and slowly sat up, rubbing his face before stretching his back.

James muttered as all knots in his muscles popped loudly. "I will do just as I told you during our talk. She will go with me, get to the office and borrow those reports for me."

Brace blinked few times. "I thought you were joking, sir. When we were talking, you were barely sober," older man said. "Are you sure we can trust her?"

"I wasn't that drunk, I knew what I was saying," James said, getting up from his bed. "As long as I pay her, she will be a good girl. She is like every woman in this dammed city, she has her price. Her skills will be enough for me, you will know how much I need those reports, and look at her. Who would think that such a lady could do anything bad?"

"I would," Brace shrugged. "Anyone seen with you is a potential scum from a margin, sir," Brace explained.

Meantime, you got up, you couldn't sleep in that place. You lurked through all the cabinets in the kitchen and how glad you've became as soon as you found a box with coffee.

In few minutes, James and Brace were downstairs. Now, James was fully dressed and his eyes were already on you.

"You little whore," man growled as he walked to you and grabbed your hand tightly. "I think I already told you something about this? I thought that we’re clear about things," James pulled you aside and looked deep into your eyes. "Listen to me now. From today, you work for me, you have to do whatever I say. If not, your friends will find your headless body on the other side of the town, do you understand me?!"

"Christ, it's only a coffee," you shrugged slightly and nodded. "Yes. Clear to me. I get all of this. But first, money."

"Coffee from MY house. Touch my stuff one more time and you will be known as a one-handed thief," he warned you. "Do you really think I am that stupid?," he grabbed your cheeks tightly into his palm. "Listen to me now, first you will do the job. When I see that you are worth my money then you’re gonna get it. I won't pay to watch you fail. You better get ready to leave," James informed you before walking away back to Brace.

You observed him. Then you quickly got dressed.

Brace led James to the garden, James' horse was already ready to way. "Aren't you too harsh for her? She seems like a teenager still," Brace asked slightly. "So, where are you going with her."

"I don't care who she is, Brace," James answered, pulling on his black gloves, leather was nicely hugging the skin on his hands, letting out a satisfying squeaks every time he moved his fingers. "All I care about is getting those reports into my hands. She has to do the job, that's the only reason she is even near me."

He mounted his horse and waited at you. "I need to dress her up. I may be a scandalous man but I can't show up on such a party with a scum wrapped in tight leather."

You joined men within few minutes. "Ready," you stated, looking up at James.

Something in that man was pushing you closer to him, yet him being an asshole kept the huge distance between two of you.

James didn't say anything, he offered you his hand to help you climb onto the white horse.

As soon as you were sitting behind him, he nudged horse's sides, forcing it to move.

Visit at tailor wasn't anything special. James didn't help you pick a dress, he just was there to pay for it. He wasn't even interested when you tried to make him look at you. The ride home was just as quiet as ride to the tailor. Why would he even speak to you, you were a simple tool in his hands. Nothing more, nothing less.

At the evening, James walked to you, dressed more formally. He looked much more different than in his everyday clothes. "I hope you are getting ready," he said coldly, looking down on you.

"I'm already done," you replied.

You were brushing your hair that was pinned up in a bun. The dress you picked was simple and long, in a dark shade of cobalt.

You looked back at him, he seemed very classy in the tuxedo.

"I need more details," you said when you left the house. "What am I supposed to look for?"

"Inside the building there will be an office. There will be a cabinet, inside you will find some documents. You will bring them to me," Delaney explained and looked at you with a frown. "Just don't be stupid enough to go there immediately. You have to blend at first and if you fuck up anything. I don't know you, so better watch yourself. Do you understand me, girl?"

You shrugged, eventually didn't reply to him.

In the building was a huge crowd. Some people were dancing to the tones played by orchestra, some others were playing cards and drinking expensive alcohols.

As soon as two of you stepped in, you even spotted few whores you kinda knew as they worked on your street.

James wrapped his arm around your waist to show everyone that you were with him, not like he cared about this but it was part of the plan. This place was rotten, full of fancy lords and ladies. Everyone wrapped in those fancy clothes, laughing, drinking, dancing. It wasn't his world but he had to stay there till you would finish your task properly.

He watched you trying to blend in with others, until with a corner of his eyes he noticed familiar face. Two to be exact but only one of them was really important to him. "Zilpha…," James muttered as he was standing right next to you.

You tensed under his firm touch. Oh, how much you've wanted to nuzzle to him. Yet you knew he would of kill you as soon as you would leave the building.

Only his deep voice pulled you out of thoughts. You moved your glance over people and stopped it at rather tall woman dressed all in black.

You knew her, just like everyone did. It was Zilpha Geary, half-sister of James, yet something odd was laying its shadow between these two.

His hand left your waist and soon, he was walking into her direction. James wanted to get her so much.

James walked with his cold gaze on her, his footsteps were heavy and certain.

Zilpha's face went blank as soon as she saw James coming into her way. The walking nightmare. The nightmare that was paralyzing her but at the same time she needed him. "You really don't have a better place to visit?," she asked coldly but couldn't keep the string of fear and excitement off of her voice.

"And what about you, ma'am?," you heard a drunken voice right behind your back. When you turned around, you saw Mr Thorne Geary, Zilpha's husband.

As you task was to blend into the crowd, you bowed you head. "I'm plus one of Mr Delaney," you explained.

Man studied your features, his heavy, disgusting breath hit your cheeks.

James wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked to you, and he looked at Zilpha, pulling you closer into his side. "I would like to say, more than plus one, right, sweetheart?," he looked at you with a fake, soft smile. His eyes still were cold with a hint of hate in them. It was an act, he wanted to make her jealous.

"Oh... Really?," Zilpha asked swallowing heavily. "I wonder when you found such a poor mouse to keep as your new toy," she said, trying her best to keep nerves on right level but seeing HIM with another woman simply ripped her  soul and heart apart.

The disgust was building in your guts. His fake attention hurt you to the brim, yet you kept straight face, putting on the sweetest of sweet smiles.

"My name's Y/N," you bowed head to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Geary."

Her husband kept his glance on you like he would try to dig into your soul. He slightly licked his lips. "So, James, I am as curious as Zilpha of where did you find such a beautiful treasure?"

"Brace needed help. So I found it, in the form of this little creature,” he explained.

Zilpha looked at you with clear hate in her eyes, she looked at you like on the dirty animal. Oh, she couldn't stand that HE suddenly found someone like you.Young and beautiful. "Well, I hope you two will be happy and that you will finally leave me alone,” she said with a voice full of anger.

Knowing the storm was coming, you gently excused all three of them, pretending you need some fresh air.

But as you reached the main hall, you quickly turned to stairs leading at the upper level. You checked twice if no one has spotted you and when you were sure, you walked along them.

You roamed through at least two rooms until you had finally gotten to the right one.

As fast as you could, you checked all of the documents that were laying on the desk and in the cabinets.

You found a large folder stained with coffee and the stamp "to burn" on top of it.

"There you are...," you muttered, slipping documents under hem of your coat that you were casually wearing on shoulders.

But when you walked at the door and opened them, you freeze. Mr Geary was standing right in front of you with a wry smile on his red face. "Well, well, we meet again, little whore," he said, pushing you back in the room and closing door behind him.

In the meantime, James was talking to Zilpha, he was holding her close, filling her head with all his sinful fantasies.

Did he care about you now? No, he didn't, all he cared about was getting those bloody reports into his hands. His plan was simple, get what he needed and leave you on ice.

Thorne forced you to sit at the fancy couch on the office. "What are you hiding, sweet whore?," he asked, licking his lips.

"Nothing. I just lost getting to bathroom," you lied quickly.

"You got lost, how interesting. Listen to me now, I know James Delaney would never look at someone like you if he wouldn't have a serious reason," man approached you and touched your cheek. You turned head away with disgust.

With his every word he could see Zilpha's body shivering. Oh, how he loved do this to her, fill her head with all those simple visions of what could HE do to her.

James would keep doing this if not familiar faces he noticed with a corner of his eye. He knew these two man that just went upstairs. Thorne's friends, just as nasty and scummy like he. "I will be back," Delaneymuttered to his sister and walked away to get upstairs.

He had to make sure you will keep your mouth shut about your common business. James walked upstairs and quickly found right office. He opened the door and looked inside. "What's going on here?" he asked.

At that point you were pinned to the wall by one of Thorne's friends. His hand was on your inner thigh, while other one was keeping the huge knife against your neck.

The documents you've found was laying on the floor in a messy pile.

Thorne was sitting on the couch, gulping from bottle of wine, looking with lust at your almost exposed features.

"Fuck off, Delaney, we're busy," he said.

"It's hard, taking fact you are hurting my lady," he muttered. "I would advise you to move away from her. I understand you are jealous that I found myself someone like her while you only get my sister but this isn't a good way of getting to know her better. Plus... I don't want to hurt any of you," James explained shortly, licking his lips.

Thorne laughed shortly. "I thought you still have a thing to MY wife, Delaney. But seeing you with that young cunt made me sure you're even more delusional than I thought."

His friend lightly cut the skin on your neck, that left you with a moan of pain.

"Tell me, Y/N, what was your purpose of coming here tonight?," Thorne asked coldly.

"Nothing," you replied.

"Liar!," his friend hit you that hard that you fell on the floor, holding on your cheek.

"This is enough, Thorne,” James growled as he picked you up from the floor, his arm wrapped tightly around you in protective way. "I am delusional? You are the one that walk around and attackthe innocent woman for getting lost. I am sure my sister wouldn't be pleased," James said, looking down at you. He was laying all along, but he was doing a great job. His tone was strong and firm, showing no emotions. "I will make sure that host of this party will know who has he invited here."

Instinctively, you nuzzled to him, you couldn't take control over shivers running along your body.

His hug was making you feel safe, you enjoyed it for a brief moment before he pulled you outside.

As you walked out of the building, you grabbed his palm.

"Mr Delaney...,"

He yanked his hand out of your grasp. "What do you want?," he asked and looked at you over his shoulder. His gaze just as his voice was full of anger and disappointment.

He turned around, he was towering you. "You said you are the best. You said you will get the documents," Delaney growled loudly.

You lowered your head. You reached beneath your dress and pulled a huge envelope. You simply handled it to him. "I think we're done," you whispered shakily, then you turned around and walked away, moving in the direction of mansion gate.

"I underestimated you, Y/N. In that case... Well done," James summed before grabbing your arm and stopping you. Right now his voice was calm and quiet,still gruff but much more nicer. "You aren't going anyway in that state during night, in such a fancy dress. I know you can handle yourself but you will get yourself killed. Come," he gestured you to follow him.

James walked with you to his horse. He mounted the horse and then pulled you up. This time he set you in front of himself, wrapping one arm around your waist when other was holding the reins tightly. He took you back to his house. "Brace?!," James called as the horse stopped.

You didn't want to accompany him. Yet, you rather had no choice.

As you got to his mansion, you simply got off the horse and waited at him politely.

"You... BOTH are back?," Brace opened main door for you.

As James let you first in and he stepped in as second one, servant leant to him. "I thought you'll leave her for those hyenas, sir."

"I am a bad man, Brace, but I’m not gonna let anyone else hurt an innocent woman," James said, taking off his coat and hat. "Could you check her for me? She had not so nice meeting with Thorne and his mates. Give her something to eat. I will go upstairs and get room ready for her," he summed up. "After tonight? She deserved all of this,”James looked at you and then went upstairs.

You sat and waited patiently for Brace to patch wound on your neck.

He was watching you carefully, slowly undressing you.

You didn't hesitate since Brace was no one to you. But you crossed your legs as soon as he helped you take the dress off, revealing some bruises on your inner thighs.

Brace threw you a glance but didn't comment anything.

He handled you a fresh shirt, too large for you, yet comfortable.

Then he led you upstairs.

James was waiting there at you. "I am glad you didn't ran away," he hummed, you could feel a bit of humor in his voice. "Room is ready for you, it's warm and as cozy as it only can be. How's she, Brace?"

"Seems to be okay but she's scared and mope. I patched wound on her neck but she didn't let me touch her legs that are covered in bruises," Brace explained, looking deeply into James' eyes.

Without any sound you took a place on the bed, a bit away from James.

James only nodded and looked at you. Did he just get kinda worried about you? About such a woman? That was something new to him.

Somehow he really appreciated your work. You got what he needed, you didn't tell anyone your real purpose of coming to that party. It was highly impressive, he never thought that woman your age was capable of something like this.

"How do you feel?," James asked, sitting on bed close to you.

Brace smiled sadly at you and left, closing the door behind him.

"Fine," you replied simply. "I wanna get back home tomorrow," you stated. "You could of warned me that husband of your lover is a freaking psycho and rapist," you growled. "What was so important in these documents?"

"I had no idea they will be there. If I would, I would never put you on unnecessary danger but I need to say, I am impressed. Your skills are bigger than I ever expected,” he said. "Would you be interested in some more? Stabile work than just lurking on men with money walking through your alley?," James asked, looking at you closely.

"No," you shook your head. "I don't want anything. All I need is get back home, to my life. It was last time. I will never do anything like this again," you said. "Will you kill me now? I know too much, huh."

He let out a short dark laugh. "If I would plan such a thing, I would never bother bringing you back here, giving you my bed," James said softly. "That's why I ask you. I can pay you and give you roof over your head. Safe place to stay, away from scums of streets. You will get whatever you want as long as you will stay by my side," man offered. "Thank to your little hands I got important documents that will help me fill my goals."

"What was in them?," you asked again.

And when his words got clearly to you, you blushed and looked around. His bed meant the room you were in was his bedroom.

You looked back at him. "What shall I be doing for you to provide all of these to myself?"

"Important reports. Something that will help me a lot,” he watched your confusion with amusement. For him, it was so stupid that you were blushing on his every action. "I could have use for someone like you. Be my thief, work for me and I will make sure you’ll be well feed, clean and safe."

You laughed shortly. "Till now I thought I can do this all by myself, but okay. I agree," you reached hand to him, still hesitating a little.

He took your hand and shook it firmly. "I hope it will be a pleasant cooperation," James nodded.

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The Encounter || James Delaney x Reader SMUT

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Summary: James Denaley accidentally meets a young lady in distress. He learns quickly that help might just pay off in a very pleasant way. Voodoo łudu czary mary, Tom wychodzi zza kotary.   

Warnings: Smut

Words: 3683

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James was walking through the city. It was day like every other, streets were full of passers and stalls were full of annoying sellers who were screaming about freshness of their products, when in fact, they were rotten since the day before.

His boots were sinking into a soft ground. It was raining few hours ago, not a surprise that ground on this street changed into mix of mud, shit and dear Lord knows what else.

He turned around to go back home, passing a little, almost claustrophobic alley. After few heavy steps, he heard a scream coming from that exact alley.

"Leave me alone, bloody bastards!" You were screaming as loudly as you could.

Two huge men were holding you by forearms, twisting them back in an attempt to have you obeying their orders.

You spat at one of the men. "I'll never be yours, airhead!"

Why would he even react to that? It was none on his business. Just another whore simply getting into troubles because of her too welcoming cunt, James thought. "Ah fuck it," he muttered deeply and decided to help this poor damsel in distress.

"Ey, you two! Don't you have better things to do? You need to assail this poor woman?," he growled. One of blocks threw him a mean glance, laughing briefly before answering. "Is this cunt yours? No? So get the fuck out of here, sir!"

Other man grabbed your throat, squeezing it hardly, choking you.

Enough was enough, no one will disrespect him in this way, James muttered in his mind.

Janes punched the closest man right in the face and positioned himself behind the man only to one arm around his neck and other now wielding a knife around his waist. "Ey you!," he growled, "Better listen to me now, friend. You better leave this girl alone or I will gut your friend and force you by myself to pick up his insides and eat them on my own eyes," James warned.

Other block left you alone, tossing you on the sidewalk like a paper bag, then he ran to the stranger and picked his handy knife out of pocket of his coat. "You're dead already!," he yelled loudly, taking an aim.

"Well, then. If you want this so bloody much…," Jamesmurmured and cut open his hostage's stomach before pushing him away. "Now you."

Man stacked the blade of his knife straight into stranger's shoulder. He laughed deeply, some of saliva has dropped onto his collar.

James looked emotionless on a blade stacked in his shoulder and simply pulled a pistol out from under his coat. He shoot man in the head and then looked at corpse and laughed. "Who is the funny fella now, huh?" James shook his head and simply pulled knife out of his shoulder, he tossed it aside and looked at you.

You shivered as you laid on dirty ground. Your long, green dress was covered in mud and dirt, you raised your head, eyes full of tears as you looked stranger in the eyes.

He grabbed your forearm and drugged you up to stand on your own legs. "You okay?,” he asked. His voice was so deep that it almost sounded like a growl.

"Yes, sir," you whispered, trembling.

"Now...," he muttered before dragged you out of the alley. "Now you will go back to your brothel. It should be that way," James pointed into the direction right behind you then he turned around and started walking opposite direction.

"Sir!," you screamed after him. "I am not one of those girls!"

He rolled his eyes and turned back to you. "Then go home, woman,” he growled.

"Sir," you approached him, tugging onto his sleeve. "Please... I don't have a place to go to," You exclaimed. "I owe you a favor."

He frowned, looking down on you. James let out a heavy sigh. "Come on,” he muttered and showed you to follow him.

You whispered quietly and slowly followed him. You tried to not pay attention to other people who were staring at you.

James took you to his house. Yes, it was an odd idea but right then he had no other choice. He knew that your poor, little, sad whimpers would hunt him forever if he would abandon you.

The walk wasn't too long. On the place James opened door for you. "Inside,” he muttered.

You hesitated.

He was a complete stranger to you after all.

After a brief second, you stepped into his house.

"One more second and I would push you in myself. You wanted to go with me, so better don't hesitate now," James muttered taking off his coat and high-hat.

You looked around.

The old house must have been little more than a glorified shed even in its hay day. But now it looked for all the world like a giant had sat on the roof, for it sagged terribly. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to rush in and out through and the door hung on its hinges at a jaunty angle, although now it was really just a frame. It was a rotting heap, bowing down, subservient to the elements.

You bowed a bit. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. Yet, I believe I still don't know your name."

"James," he muttered and walked past you into the living room.  "Brace! Where are you?! I will need your help!," James said loudly, looking around.

An old man walked down the stairs and tilted his head slightly on the side as soon as he spotted you. "Another whore, sir? Just to make sure, I won't get the fire going, sir. We are slowly running out of wood," He said, his voice was firm.

"She is not a whore, Brace," James said, sitting down on a the couch. "This lady is a poor damsel in distress that I saved from rape," James informed, taking off his boots and tossing them thought the door to hallway.  "Please, take her upstair and prepare the bath for her, please. On your way back bring me Brandy and some bandages. My shoulder hurts."

Brace shrugged with a slight roll of his eyes, which didn't get out your attention. "As you wish, sir," Man said as he sent you a fake, polite grin and turned to get upstairs. "Follow me, ma'am."

You picked the hems of your dress and started to climbing up the old stairs.

"I never thought I'd live to see this shit going on around. Rest in peace, Mr Horace Delaney," old man muttered quietly to himself, making the sign of cross over his heart.

"Thank you! And don't forget the Brandy and bandages!," James reminded as he slowly got up and took off his shirt to look at the wound.

Meantime, old man has showed you a room.

There was something in the darkness that was like a promise, like the world before dawn. It was a room as a canvas rather than a finished work of art, and to you, it was all the more exciting. With each movement something new came to your hand, a tiny fragment more of the furniture and antique ornaments took form, as if they were waiting for you to make them real.

"Make yourself comfortable, ma'am. Your bath will be ready soon." Old man smiled emotionless at you and he went to other room.

After, Brace came downstairs again and handled a bottle of brandy and few bandages to James. "Is this necessary, sir? New woman every week? I am afraid I'll get to the point where I won't remember their names," Brace said, crossing arms over his chest. "Your father was leading many sinful ways of riotous behavior, but I believe you wouldn't have to continue all this."

"Like father like son, as they say," young Delaney laughed shortly, it was more a sarcastic laugh. "I will need help with this little thing," James tappet his shoulder. "One of the attackers thought it's a good idea to attack me with a knife."

He looked at Brace. "Oh don't look at me like this. I saved her life, I wanted to be a good man for once and you still have problem with me."

"Me having problem?," Brace rolled his eyes again, "Not at all, Mr Delaney."

Man pulled little wooden chair closer to place where James was sitting, he cleaned man's wound carefully. "I have to admit she's beautiful," Brace added casually.

"Maybe. I didn't really look at her to be honest,” James shrugged softly. "She will stay here at last two day. Later she can go wherever she wants. You are enough to me."

Brace moved a bit away from James. "Sir, I treat you like a son I haven't ever had but sometimes I question myself how is this even possible for me to keep up with you after all this."

"I have no idea but like we both see you do a bloody great job. Let's make it quick. I need to check if she is still alive and we need to feed this poor little bird," he muttered. "I don't really want her to die here after things I had to go through to safe her."

"Only to have someone to accompany you in cold, empty bed, sir?," Brace wiggled his brew.

"First I would have to sleep in bed, Brace," James rolled his eyes and laughed shortly.

James was sitting on the attic reading through some old document and notes. Right then, he was wearing nothing more than his big shirt. Some tattoos on his legs and chest were clearly visible just like bandages on his shoulder. He was deeply focused and the surrounding silence was helping him.

You couldn't sleep. For an hour or two you were beating along the bed.

Finally, you got up and went to bathroom to wash face with cold water.

I was when you saw a dim light on the corridor, and decided to go and check what was the cause of it.

James didn't move, he was too focused to even hear the smallest noise around him. He put away one paper only to take the other one.

You gently knocked in a wall. "Excuse me, can I bother you?"

"Don't you think you bothered me enough today, miss?," he asked. His eyes didn't move even an inch away from the paper he was currently holding in his hand. "What do you want? You should be long time asleep."

"Oh, how I wish to dream again," you whispered quietly and smoothly as you dared to step into the room. "My nightmares are haunting me."

James put away the paper and looked up at you. "And what you expect me to do, miss? Save you like from those man this afternoon?," he asked crossing arms over his cheats.

You rested your hip against old door that were wide open. "No. I just want to thank my savior for his dedication," you said, maybe using a bit too formal tone. "My father, God bless his soul, happened to know your father, sir."

"Well, like a lot of people," man smiled softly. "I just wanted to save your poor little ass from those bad man. I didn't plane to do anything else," James shrugged and watched you carefully, maybe Brace was right after all.  "What's your name, little one?"

"Y/N, sir," you bowed head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," you added out of sudden.

What the fuck are you doing, stupid woman!, you bit your tongue after things you've said a moment before. That man was having a huge impact on you already. Was it a sign?

Your eyes slid along his features.

James let out a short laugh, watching you carefully. Yes, Brace was definitely right, you were indeed beautiful little thing. Maybe somehow you will be his new way to calm himself, to calm his demons and desires. Something was pulling him to you. "Come closer little one," James purred deeply.

You cocked your brow and instead walking to him, you turned around so you were facing him with your back. "I'm afraid I cannot, sir," You whispered lightly, "I am not another whore who'll succumb to your magnetism."

James smiled softly and got up from his chair. "Well, if you don't wanna come to the devil…," he walked closer to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, "Then the devil will come to you, little one," James whispered deeply into your ear.

You bite your lower lip as your body twitched under his touch. You tilted head slightly to look at his face. Yes, he could have been considered as a handsome block, without question.

"Devil? Ha!," you smiled, closing your eyes. "I can't see any devil within this room, sir."

He laughed and sat back on his chair, pulling you on his laps. "Well than you are the first one in this bloody city. You are beautiful you know?," he muttered and nuzzled to your neck.

A cold shiver ran down your spine, you smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I know," you claimed, "There were times I was using it against men," you explained.

You reached out and touched his sharp jawline, your fingertips gently danced along his harsh skin.

"Well, that explains why you get into troubles so easily. Just like today," James murmured before kissing and biting soft skin of your neck.

You smiled proudly and giggle when he placed kiss to your neck. You cupped his face into your hands and simply pulled him into a kiss.

His beard scratched your lips and chin, yet you hummed passionately in the kiss.

James growled loudly into the kiss, he kissed you back. His hand moved to back of your neck to keep you in place, while deepening the kiss.

You broke the kiss to throw head back, gasping for air. Then you looked him in the eye, licking your lips.

Oh, he was so handsome. Smelt like a cigars and strong alcohol.

Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent your mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That's why you reached toward man's face and touched them lightly before the urge to kiss him took over control.

"I think we’re gonna have some fun, little one," he said before kissing you deeply again. His hands reached behind you to grab the hem of your dress and simply ripped your dress in two parts.

You moaned loudly and blushed when your ripped dress fell on the floor.

He exposed you so easily. And the worst thing was you liked it.

You got up from his laps only to present yourself to him. Your glance feel on a wide bed with four wooden pillars.

You walked to it, the sweet swing in your hips. You turned around when you reached it and bend over the mattress.

He smiled and followed you. He walked behind you and gently traced your back with his big hands, letting out few quiet growls.

James took off his shirt and throw it across the room. He wrapped one arm around your stomach and pulled you closer, pressing your back against his cheats. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your loves back.

You smiled lovingly, letting out a soft groan. You reached behind, giving his cock few strokes.

"So it's easy to get you horny, sir," you turned your head to kiss him again.

His colossal, rough hands moved to your clit to give you a quick rub then his fingers moved even lover to your center. "I would say the same about you, little one."

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, resting your back against his chest. "I love your tattoos," you whispered, rising your chin up to kiss his jawline. "You're so manly."

He muttered in agreement, not really focused on your words but on your body.

James sighed against your shoulder and kissed it before slowly slipping two of his big finger inside you. His other hand wrapped around your neck. He was moving his finger in and out, gently squeezing your throat from time to time. He was doing this for a longer time before removing his fingers. "I think you are ready," James purred into your ear before slamming his whole cock into you, without any warning.

You were slowly rocking hips while he was fingering your cunt. You moaned lovingly when he slammed himself right into your core.

"Dear God...," you grunted, reaching hand behind you to grab his neck. "That feels so amazing!"

You rest all of your body against him, letting man take all of the control over you.

James smiled wryly and used his full strength to pin you down to mattress. He was thrusting deep and hard into you, kiss every inch of your skin that he could reach.

The speed and force of his thrust soon become merciless. In that moment one of his hands traveled between your legs. He decided to fill your pussy even more by pushing one of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh my Lord, oh my Lord...," you were a whimpering mess at that point.

He was stretching your inner walls oh so nicely, sending wonderful shivers all over your tensed body.

"Let me take care of you, sir...," you managed to whisper as you squeezed your own breasts.

"You are taking care of me now, little one," James purred into your ear. "You take care of me by taking my cock so well. Your cunt feel so nice around me, this is all I need," he added another finger into you and his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. You know that, right? I’m gonna fill you up, little one,” James growled deeply against your shoulder.

You closed your eyes, focusing only on blissful pain in your dripping core. You grabbed sheets tightly, biting your lips until you felt a metallic taste of blood. "I wanna be on top when this will happen, sir!," you turned head to look at him briefly.

James laughed softly. "If you will be a good girl and tell me when you are close. We will see what we can do about your little wish."

You let the man fuck you senseless. You were slowly becoming a moaning mess, whimpering loudly at each of his thrusts. "I will come, fuck!," you cursed.

"Such a beautiful girl too bad you have filthy mouth," he muttered and flipped you both so you were on top of him like you wished.

You moved up a bit and slipped hand between two of you to slipped his cock deeper into your cunt. Your hands rested on his tattooed chest as you started bouncing on him.

He smiled at you, watching your beauty on top of him. Indeed, the most beautiful view on Earth. James propped himself on his arm, to watch you even closer. He planted few kisses to your chest.

You pushed him back on the bed, starting to move faster and harder. You rocked your hips back and forth, letting him deep inside of you.

He licked his lips and put his hands on your hips, holding them tightly. His grip was strong enough to leave bruises on your soft skin.

"Oh Lord, James...," you whispered, slowing your movements down and kissing all over his chest.

He grabbed your cheek and pulled you into aggressive kiss as he started thrusting into you. "Come on, cum for me," man whispered against your lips

You bit his lips until you felt his blood, you grinned at him and got a rough pace again, going up and down his trembling cock. "I'm cumming!," you moaned loudly, cupping your breasts as you rode your orgasm off.

His hand moved up your body. "My good girl," James praised you as he started to thrust faster in you.

It didn't take him long before he cum. James held your hips tightly as he pushed himself as deep in you as it was possible, filling you up nicely.

You trembled, breathing shakily, your body was tensed and covered in sweat, your cunt was clenching rhythmically around James' cock. You threw head back and licked your lips as you rode his cock further. "You're truly a devil, sir."

"I told you," James whispered before removing himself from you. James wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to himself. "I think now we should rest now," he said before nuzzling to your warm body, it was nice and new feeling for him.

At morning James got up first. He put on some pants and walked downstairs. "Brace. Awake already?," he asked with fake shock.

"It was hard to sleep during night, sir," Brace threw James a mean glance as he poured hot water into cups, making a tea. "I decided I won't lose my time for something as unnecessary as sleep. I cleaned basement."

"Hard to sleep? I wonder why? It was such a nice night. Even our lady didn't have any problems with sleep," James laughed softly. "Since we talk about her, this little bird stays here," he informed casually.

Brace put the kettle on the table with loud noise. "Dear Lord, James! Another lady will be calling me her servant? I am sorry, sir, but it frustrates me. Like it wouldn't be enough to have myself on your service," man said simply, scratching his head. "And I am sure she didn't have problems with sleep because you have had her tired!"

James smiled and patted Brace's back. "No, she won't call you her served. She still call you master? Or something, I hope you are happy that you will have some apprentice."

Brace was about to comment something but in the end he bit his tongue and remained silent. "What are we going to do now?"

Delaney shrugged.

"I will go wake her up in a nice way. Then, we will see," James and rubbed over his beard

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