Lights Out || Poe Dameron X ReaderOne Shot || (High School AU)

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!"

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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“Please stop making me fall in love with you!” || M’baku x Reader One shot

Summary: You are a simple healer with feelings for M’baku.

Warnings: none

Words: 1270

Author: Cass

A/N: This one-shot was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “Please stop making me fall in love with you! I swear, every time I see your beautiful face, I fall all over again.”

Living high in the mountains wasn't easy and everyone knew it, everyone except people from Jabari tribal.

You were a simple healer, your main objective was to keep everyone happy and healthy, no matter what it was, a sickness or a battle wounds.

You were mostly taking care of second thing but still, it was your work.

Jabari liked to fight and everyone knew it, that was why there were so many of warriors, like you. You were the one that was bringing them a relief after every fight.

You were calmly walking through the village with a basket full of herbs when you saw a little boy sitting in front of your house.

"Let me guess, you played with older boys again, huh?" You said walking closer to him.

Boy nodded. "I just really want to be like they, and I hurt my leg."

You smiled softly and opened door to your hut. "I told you that soon you will be like them, and that for now, you should be careful around them." You put away your basket and patted a little stool. "Come on, let's take a look at this leg."

Boy nodded and climbed on a stool, showing you his leg, then you carefully inspected his injury. It was nothing more than a bigger scratch.

You gently washed his wound and wrapped it into the fresh bandage. You could see that boy didn't like it, and tried to be brave.

When you were done, you petted his head.

"You were really brave but please, be more careful. Warrior need to be brave but also wise, okay?"

He giggled and nodded. "Okay, I promise but can you take me home?"

You smiled at him. "This one time I will do this." You said and took boy's hand. "Okay, let's go."

You knew where the boy lived, so it wasn't a big deal for you to take him home.

You considered that a time spent with kids was the best time of your life. They were funny, cute, gently, and they made your heart melt. They often liked to pull you into their little games every time when they saw you, and you weren't too busy with your work.

It was a nice difference than patching up adults.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by other kids that wanted to play.

Little did you know that you were watched by someone else also.  To be exact, by M’baku himself.

You both knew each other pretty well, you often were helping him with wounds or any kind of injuries. This was what he loved in you, your kindness, your need of helping someone, how gently you were.

He never was brave enough to tell you everything, and he felt so weird with it but finally decided to walk to you. “Y/N?”

You looked up from crowd of kids and smiled. “M’baku!” You bowed your head a little and looked at kids. “Okay, now go and play alone.” When you were free, you smiled at M’baku again. “How are you today? Everything is fine?”

He nodded. “Yes, everything is fine. I was wondering how are you today, that’s why I came here.” “That’s so nice.  I am great, I just returned from my herbs hunt and I was kidnapped by kids.”  You said before laughing.

“They like you, you look like person that is really good with kids.” He noticed with smile.

You blinked and blushed deeply, you haven’t used to hear such a words from him. “I… Thank you, I am sorry M’baku but… I need to go. I still have a lot of work to do.”

„This is not a problem. I hope we will see each other soon.” You both said goodbye and then you quickly walked back to your hut.

You sat on your chair and rubbed your face. “Why this always needs to happen!” You growled loudly. You were in love with him but what could you do. He was a leader when you were a simple healer.

You spend hour in your chair thinking about all of this before deciding to really do something to keep your hands and mind busy.

It was few days since you met M’baku. Your days were going slowly, without bigger problems. They were calm, filled with simple work and little pleasures like walks or playing with children.

You thought that this day will be no different than previous ones. You didn’t expect anything to happen, so you simply sat in your little hut doing practically nothing.

Suddenly you heard loud banging at your door. You rolled your eyes and got up to open them, you couldn’t describe how big surprise it was to see one of M’baku’s guards standing right in front of you.

You blinked and look up at him. “Something’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, our leader needs you.” He simply informed you.

What could possibly happen that he required your present now? And why he didn’t come by himself?

You quickly grabbed your bag and followed the guard.

M’baku was sitting on his throne, he didn’t look happy, you could see that but worst thing was blood on his face. You could tell it came from wound on his forehead. He looked at you. “Y/N…”

“M’baku. Look at yourself.” You walked to him closer and gently took his face in your hands. “What happened to you, I didn’t hear about any fight today.” You said before pulling out a little cloth from your bag and pressing it to his wound.

“Because there was none. Today was a coronation of young prince.” He muttered.

“You took your people and went there to challenge him, huh?” You asked and looked at him.

“Yes, I did.” M’baku nodded.

“Why you didn’t tell me earlier? I would be ready or something, at last I would know. What if T’challawould kill you? Thanks Bast that he is a smart man with good heart.” You sighed softly as you started to clean his face from blood.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me as a frailer.” He sighed and nuzzled to you.

At that point you couldn’t help but hugged him. “Hey, everything is fine. I still see you as someone amazing and I still see you as a great leader. This thing will never change for me.”

“Even when I lose?”

You petted his hair gently. “Well, you are beaten up but the most important is that you are back, we Jabari need you, M’baku.”

He moved his head enough so he could look up at you, at this you only smiled at him sweetly. “Please, stop.”

You blinked. “I…. I don’t do anything.”

He smiled defiantly amused by you little confusion.  “Please stop making me fall in love with you! I swear, every time I see your beautiful face, I fall all over again.” After that words he pulled you closer.

You blushed deeply and shook your head. “I love you too but now, please. Let me go M’baku, I need to take care of you.”

“Of course my queen but I have one more question to you.” He said. “Will you stay here with me? I will need your help during my recovery.”

You laughed loudly. “Well, I don’t think your injuries need so much attention but just for the safety, I will stay to keep an eye on.”

“I cannot wait to have both of those beautiful eyes all over me.” He murmured.

“M’baku! Stop, now come on. Let me finish my job!” You said frowning.

“Okay, let’s do some of your

magic.” M’baku nodded.

Riding Class || Arthur Morgan x Reader Fluff

Summary: You and Arthur decide to get outside the compound for a while. It’s also the very first time Arthur provides initial riding class to his eight-year-old son.

Words: 1861

Author: Cass & Rouge

It was a nice, warm day. Arthur was cleaning his horse while watching his eight-year-old son. Noah was playing with his older "brother", Jack. Kiddo liked to call man that because boys were spending a lot of time together. Arthur didn't mind it, John was like a brother to him and he was glad his son had a good company.

You walked out of a tent, stretching your back lazily. "Good morning, handsome," you placed a little kiss to Arthur's cheek, wrapping arms around his waist tightly. "As I see, Noah plays since he is up."

Arthur smiled and wrapped arm around you, putting brush away. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, kissing you softly. He nodded.  "Yes, you know him. He likes to play, just like Jack," Artur sighed. "Hey, maybe we should take Noah and just ride somewhere? To rest a bit away from camp? For a day, or two?"

"It's an great idea, darling," you smiled brightly and waved hand at your son. "Noah, c'mere for a second!"

Boy was a bit confused when he came to you. "Yes, mommy?"

"Dad has something to tell you," you announced happily, looking at Arthur.

Arthur crouched to get on boy's level and smiled "We’re gonna go somewhere for maybe two days. We will go somewhere outside the camp. Just three of us... Well, five if we count the horses."

"And Jack?," boy asked sadly as he turned head to look at his mate. "He will be alone here?"

You chuckled softly and looked at your husband.

Arthur smiled and looked at you, then back at his son. "It's just a two days trip, son, we will be back soon. He'll be fine. You will be able to tell him everything when we will be back."

A concern was still visible at boy's face but soon it was all gone and he smiled at his father. "Okay, daddy. Can we ride horses then?! Can I ride a horse too?!"

Arthur rubbed his chin and shrugged. "Sure. I mean, mama will take her horse and you can ride with me if ya wanna."

"Yes, dad!," boy laughed hardly. "Can I take reins?!"

"No way, young man," you replied before Arthur. "You're too young for this."

Arthur stopped you. "Calm down, sweetheart." he said and smiled softly at Noah. "We will see what we can do about that. I mean, he can try I guess. I will be with him in the saddle," Arthur explained, looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, let it be, but you gotta be careful, both of you, do you understand?," you asked in a serious voice.

Noah nodded quickly. "Yes, mom, I'm a big boy!"

"I am a big boy too, sweetheart!," Arthur added, ruffling boy's hair. "Okay, so take your mama to tent and help her pack some stuff. I will prepare horses."

Afternoon ride has started as soon as it got.

Your horse was walking slowly behind Arthur's stallion, you were watching beautiful nature surrounding you.

Noah was sitting in front of Arthur. He was holding reins tightly in his gloved hands.

They ride like this for few more minutes before Arthur offered reins to Noah. "Still wanna try?"

You glared at him with cocked brows, yet you remained silent, you didn't really want to start a fight, though you were oh so afraid of your little boy.

"Yes, papa!," Noah happily grabbed the rains in his tiny hands and moved them, making horse turn to its left.

"Wo-ho! Wait! Let me help ya," Arthur took Noah's hands and showed his how to lead the horse. "You see? Now he will walk straight," he smiled.

You couldn't help but giggle loudly.

Arthur's horse shook its head few times, neighing loudly.

"Dad! Dad! Look, horse is moving! It's moving!," Noah was oh so excited and he immediately turned around to look at you, but he did this too vigorously and he almost fell off horse's back.

Arthur wrapped his arm tight around Noah. "Bravo, but first of all, we stay in the saddle, okay? Keep reins just like I’ve shown you, okay?,” Arthur looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "You see? He gets it quickly."

"All I saw was that he almost fell out of the saddle," you chuckled, "But I see also, he gets it pretty quickly though," you nodded.

Boy shook his head. "Dad, leave! I'm big boy, I can handle!"

He looked back at Noah. "Okay, just remember what I told you," Arthur slowly moved his hands away from reins. Boy focused oh so much at keeping horse moving in a straight line. He leant down a bit, he almost forgot to breathe. His tongue was stacked out as he was having very serious face.

Arthur looked over his shoulder at you again and giggled, shaking his head.

After few minutes, Arthur looked around. You were on a nice, green glade with small lake. "Noah, stop the horse. We will set camp here," man said, patting boy's shoulder.

"Stop yourself, horse!," Noah stated firmly, patting horse's neck. But the animal was slowly going further. "I said stop!," boy repeated. When horse didn't obey his request, Noah turned to his father. "Dad, I think the horse is broken," boy shrugged.

Arthur did his best to not laugh but he failed, bursting with laughter. "You control horse with the reins," he explained and his gloved hands again took a hold of reins. He pulled gently and horse stopped.  "You see?,” Arthur smiled at his son and then he looked at you. "What do you think about this place, darling?”

You nodded, still having your mouth covered with hand. "Sure, I like it," you stated simply as you got off the horse and walked to Arthur's stallion. You helped Noah get back on the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, boy turned to the animal and patted its leg. "Good horse, we can be friends, too!"

"Yea, he sure was a good boy today,” Arthur took out a carrot out of his bag and fed the horse. After that, he started to set the camp. He prepared the tent and small bonfire. "All right! All set up."

After the late dinner, you were slowly getting ready to sleep.

Although your son had rather different idea. "Dad?," young boy walked to his father and climbed onto his lap. "I have a very, very serious question to you."

Arthur was sitting in front of bonfire, humming quiet song. "What is it, son?," Arthur asked taking off his hat and bag.

"Since I did very well at our first riding session," boy started, "I was considering a possibility of riding some more. Like now."

"Uhm... Well. I have nothing against it, I guess," Arthur muttered, stroking his cheek and chin. He shrugged gently, looking over at you. "But you also need to ask this beautiful lady there. She needs to agree, too."

Boy nodded and quickly got up from father's laps, only to join you near the tent. "Mommy, I have a very, very serious question to you."

You crouched next to Noah, tilting head slightly. "What is it, darling?"

"Dad said I can ride a horse now. So I came to tell you, I'll be riding it now. Can I?"

You chuckled and exhaled deeply. "Tomorrow, cowboy, it's time for you to go to bed finally, this day was full of adventures and you gotta rest a bit."

"Well, I think she’s right, pal. You should rest after your first lesson," Arthur said, walking up to both of you.

Boy wasn't too happy but finally agreed with his parents. Rest of the night was calm. Arthur slept peacefully cuddling you and Noah close. He simply was the happiest man alive.

Arthur got up first to ignite a fire and prepare some coffee for both of you and something to drink for Noah.

He smiled softly as he saw how Noah started to slowly wake up. "Good morning there, mister."

As boy was fully awaken, he came to his father. "Hi, dad, it's morning already, can I finally get on the horse?," he asked simply, grabbing his mug with tea. He drank it as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on his dad.

Arthur blinked and smiled. "You must be that stubborn after your mother," man took a coffee mug and walked to you, he kissed your cheek. "Good morning. Here is your coffee and I will go put that boy on a horse. Don't worry, I will be by his side.”

After these words he went back to Noah and picked him up. "Okay! Let's go."

As soon as boy was at horse's back, he grabbed its rains and moved them. "Go, go, let's go!," boy shouted few times but the only thing that followed his actions was horse raising its head up to look briefly at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head and tied a rope to halter so he still would have some control over the horse. "Noah? What did I tell you yesterday?," he looked at boy.

Boy scratched his head, humming. "Uhm, that I shall do this," boy moved reins, "And that horse will go. But it's not walking. I told you, he is broken inside."

"Nah, he ain't broken, boy. Try to gently nudge his sides with your feet but really gently," Arthur instructed. It was kinda amusing for him to watch it but he tried his best to teach his son.

Noah nodded and stacked his tongue out. He tried to follow his dad's order but he failed. "Daddy, daddy! My legs are too short, I can't!," two tears ran down boy's cheeks.

It ripped Arthur’s heart. "Don't cry, simply try again."

When Noah tried again, Arthur gently pulled on horse's robe so animal moved. He held the rope tightly in his hands. "Ah! You see? You did it!"

"IT'S WORKING, DAD! MOM! MOM, WAKE UP, SEE ME RIDING A HORSE! IT'S WORKING AGAIN!," boy shouted loudly, laughing happily. He forgot to keep the rains as he started to clap his hands.

"Noah, rains," Arthur reminded him, looking up at boy.

Noah caught the rains, giggling. "Sorry, daddy!"

Arthur smiled as he watched his little son.

They were doing this for almost an hour, until Noah started to complain how sitting in saddle was becoming uncomfortable.

Arthur helped his son get off of horse. "How as it?," he asked as he carried boy back to little camp.

"It was nice, dad. You shall feed our horse or it will pass away from hunger!," boy reminded his father.

As soon as he spotted you near the campfire, he ran to you and jumped straight into your arms. "Mom! Listen, mom, I was riding a horse for almost an hour! But dad has to change the saddle for more fluffy one, this one ain't comfortable!"

Arthur laughed as he walk to you. "When you will be older, you will get your own, big horse and I promise you, I will get you the most fluffy saddle I’ll be able to find," Arthur hugged both of you.

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Learn to forgive || James Delaney x Reader

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Summary: You live by James since few months now. Unfortunately, your relations go bad way recently. After huge argument and outbursts of jealousy, two of you make things up.

Warnings: Smut, mental and physical abuse

Words: 4959

Requests: Hurt James for: @peter-sommer Voodoo Smut for: @vegemania More James for: @misafiryanki & @leven-and-ashley

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was a shame. What his life has gone to? What was he even doing there? Beaten up, stabbed at last two times, covered in mud, sitting in some dark alley, completely hopeless.

Even murmuring some old prayers wasn't helping at that point. Maybe it was the time to simply close eyes and let the death embrace him in peace?

Meantime, you heard some noises around the house. You put on a coat and went outside to look for the source.

How huge was your surprise when you saw James sitting in a mud of the alley.

"Dear God, Delaney!," you covered mouth with palm as you approached him.

James opened one eye and looked at you, breathing heavily. His lips still were moving as he was whispering an unheard prayer.

He looked terrible. James still had his coat on but his shirt was covered in blood from two big wounds on his stomach. His face was covered in bruises and minor cuts.

You knelt down and slipped arm under his shoulder. "C'mon, James. We get up, I take you home," you informed him loudly. "What happened to you?"

James growled deeply as you picked him up. "Some... People.... Attacked...," he muttered and put his whole weight on you before spitting out a cloak of blood.

"Fuck!," you cursed. You knew it didn't speak well about you as a lady but you didn't give a fuck at the moment.

Though Delaney's house was only several meters away, it was one of the hardest roads you've been through in a lifetime.

James' weight was pinning you down to the muddy path, you had to use all of your strengths to keep the balance.

"Fuck off...," he growled and pushed you away, trying his best to walk alone.  "I don't need you!," James yelled at you before collapsing onto the ground.

You clenched teeth. At first, you’ve wanted to snap something viciously but finally you resigned. Deep inside you knew his manly pride got hurt more than his body.

Patiently, you helped him again.

James didn't want your support to get him home, he tried to crawl there by himself. Finally he let you pick him up with a loud growl, this time he let you lead the way, he was simply too tired to protest.

You banged at the solid door. "Brace! Brace! Wake up, you old piece of junk!"

You heard some noises inside the house and you knew it was Brace. The light of his lamp ignited in the main hall and older man opened the door.

"What the fuck this time, Miss...," man didn't end his sentence because his glance fell on James. "God, what happened!?"

James only growled deeply, holding onto you tightly. "Got... Attacked," was all he could say.

He could feel how his body was slowly giving up, with every minute he was feeling weaker and weaker.

"C'mon, help me get him on the couch, quick!," you ordered Brace.

Man put his arm around James and together you led Delaney to living room.

"Dear God," Brace said, "What even are these times that James Delaney himself lets anyone attack him?"

"Shut up," Delaney ordered, sitting down on the couch. His body was even too weak to hold him in sitting position, so he laid on his side.  "Stomach...," James growled out, trying to undress himself.

With a careful movements you slipped his shirt out of pants, revealing huge cute running up from left side of his lower stomach, reaching almost right part of his chest. "Dear God...," you whispered, looking at Brace. "Bring some brandy, now!"

"Oh, no, no, we won't let him get drunk. The block had enough for last week," man replied as he shook his head.

You frowned. "I need to decontaminate this wound or he will get blood infection!," you explained coldly.

"CAN YOU FUCKING DO SOMETHING?!," James yelled, looking at both of you. "Fucking useless cunts. Both of you!," he grunted.

Somehow he sobered up. James forced himself to sit back up and looked at the wound. "Bring me this fucking brandy. NOW!," He yelled at you.

"Don't ya fucking yell at me! I already ordered Brace to bring it, you shit!," you simply shook James' shoulder, trying to push him back down. "Lay down like a good boy."

He grabbed your hand, squeezing it hardly. "You. Move your ass too!," James frowned and then pushed your hand away.

You growled at him through clenched teeth, yet moved to obey his order. Within minute you came back with bottle of alcohol.

"Finally," James muttered, taking the bottle from your hands. "Did you get other stuff?" he asked before opening the bottle.

Brace entered the room, also holding the bottle of brandy in his hands. "What the fuck! Why did you order me to bring this fucking shit when you did it by yourself? Stupid cunt, we only lost time and supplies!"

"This one is for me," Delaney pointed at bottle in his hand and then at other one. "That one is for her. Move your ass, Y/N,” Delaney ordered before taking few big sips out of his bottle.

You hung mouth open. "Brace! You let him!?," you asked with a disappointment in your voice, glaring at older man above your shoulder.

Brace only shrugged, tilting head slightly. "He's my master, after all."

James looked at two of you, frowning. "Are you gonna stand there and talk? I am bleeding out, woman!," he snapped at you. "Brace! Bring her a needle and bandages. I though you already learned that from Brace," James murmured and took next few sips, glaring at you.

You looked at him coldly and sat right next to him, pressing some fresh rag to the wound. You put a bit too much strength into it, making him hiss. "What? Does it hurt? And it should. Where the fuck were you even roaming through? Another visit to that brothel?," you growled at him and took a needle from Brace, who just came by and passed it to you.

He smiled nastily at you. "Maybe, even if yes? Why do you care? You don't visit my bed for months now," James finished his bottle and threw it across the room, broking it into pieces against the wall.  "I should have left you back in that alley. Brace would eat less of his nerves, so would I, too."

He was a complete asshole right then but he didn’t mean any of it. In his weird way he fall for you and would never hurt you. It was blood lose that had such an impact on his behavior, finally it’s also a pain and alcohol speaking through him.

However he managed to hurt you. All the words he said felt like a sharp blades that cut your heart open.

You swallowed but kept your poker face. You didn't look at him anymore, only focusing on patching the wound up. Your skilled fingers were moving quickly until you finished.

"What? You are gonna cry? You used me to get here. To get yourself a nice place to live and then? You were ignoring me. Sleeping in other room. You’re no one but slut," James said, watching you. "I claimed you!," he hissed loudly.

Brace was standing still in the shadow of a fireplace, he knew that stepping in that argument would only bring more nerves to anyone.

Meantime, you looked at James, almost emotionless. "If I'd have done this to get a nice place to live, trust me, my dear, I'd have aimed higher than you," you said simply as you got up, stretching your dress.

He grabbed you and pulled you back on the couch, ignoring the pain from fresh wound. His hand wrapped tightly around your neck. "If not my help, you would end up raped and gutted out in that alley. You should be grateful, woman. You are mine now," James muttered into your ear as he pulled you closer.

It was enough for you. He has just crossed the tiny line of your anger.

You simply slapped his cheek, strongly enough to leave a red mark.

"Now you ain't better than them. Leave me!" you slipped out of his grasp. "I am not your fucking toy, Delaney!" After these words you pushed him hardly, slipping out of his grasp. You got up and ran out of the room and then upstairs, trying to hide your tears.

You've never been more offended in your life than in that moment. Few hours has passed since the moment when you helped James with his wounds. You were in your tiny room, brushing your hair and looking into a mirror on the wall. Truth was you were highly jealous of James, even when you didn't want to admit it. The slight possibility of him getting laid with one of those whores was filling you with disgust and hurt heart.

James was also annoyed. The problem was that he didn't know why he was like this. Did he missed you? No! Yes... Yes?

James shook his head, getting up from his chair and walking to your door. He sighed heavily, he didn't want to do this, but everything was pulling him to you. He rubbed his face and knocked at your door.

Lazily, you got up from your bed, putting brush on the night table and you went to open door.

You cocked your brow as soon as you saw James. "If you again want to tell me how awful I am, go ahead. I don't care," you informed him and closed the door in front of his face.

"Y/N....," he tried to stop the door with his hand. "Y/N... Can I come in? I want to apologize," James said softly, resting his forehead against your door.

You were leaning your back against them still, listening to his voice. You heard his sadness, but you still had in mind how much he hurt you previously.

"I don't need your apology."

"Y/N, please, I need to apologize to you,” he said. "I never meant any of this. Let me explain, stop acting like a fucking child!," James growled.

"Oh, here we go again! Great!," you screamed through door, walking back to your bed and laying down on it.

He rolled his eyes and opened door anyway, not even waiting at your permission. "You could at last let me in by yourself. I wanted to talk about... Things that happened."

You raised your head, giving him a brief look. "Don't even start. All these things happen because of you. You don't know your limits, dear."

"Because...," man blinked, looking at you for a moment. It wasn't the first time he saw your body but he missed it oh so much. James wanted to touch you, hold you... Or even more. Man took deep breath. "Because you didn't let me explain anything before. I never did anything against you."

"Everything inside you is dark and twisted," you stated as you sat up, covering yourself with sheets. "You think I am an idiot? A fucking toy in your hands?," you asked angrily.

"Y/N," James whispered, moving closer to your bed. "Don't hide yourself from me," he purred and moved your sheets away. "I never said you are an idiot or just a toy. I am deeply sorry for what I did, I never meant to hurt you," James murmured and nuzzled to your neck, sighing deeply. He needed you so much right then.

"Don't touch me!" you slightly pushed him away, then you got up, trying to pull your nightgown down when it moved up your thighs. "You were fucking other cunts, weren't you? I'd even forgive you if it would have been only those whores from brothel. But I know you were visiting THAT CUNT as well!"

He blinked and looked at you confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked and followed you.

"I know you were visiting your fucking, delusional sister," you smirked wryly at him. "Brace saw you walking out of her mansion few times."

"She is my sister. Isn't it normal for me to visit her?" he frowned, watching you closely. "Besides, since when Brace is your informer? Huh?" James asked angrily.

"Since I asked him," you growled looking up at him. "You thought I'll sit here, closed, all alone, and that I'll be gladly watching you maintaining contacts with her?" you asked. "She has bad influence at you."

"She has a bad influence on me?! You must be joking now! She is my sister and you? My friends saw you in the docs, what you will tell me about that huh? You go there every morning. Maybe you also have someone behind my back, huh?" James growled back at you.

"I am not a whore like someone else in this room," you clenched hands in fists. "I have my thing there, and it's none of your business."

"How can I be so sure, huh? My friends see you talking to a man. How will you explain that?!," he yelled. "Zilpha is my sister, it's a normal thing that I want to meet with her from time to time."

"As normal as the fact she once straddled you in the fucking church?!," you raised your voice. "Zilpha. Is this even a name?"

"It's none of your business," James growled and left your room.

You were impossible to talk to. He wanted good, but you of course had to be stubborn. "Better move your ass to work! Brace! Prepare my horse!," he yelled.

You simply hit the mirror on your wall with fist. The glass broke into thousands of pieces. You grunted sadly and sank down on your knees, resting your side against the wall.

In meantime, James dressed up and went downstairs. "Is my horse ready?" he asked. "And where is she?," James hummed, looking at Brace.

"Yes. Your horse is ready, master," Brace replied. "And if you ask about miss Y/N, I haven't seen her since few hours."

"Then better go get her. She for sure sits in her room," James said, pulling on his gloves. "I go to visit my sister."

"Get lady Y/N? Why, sir...?," Brace asked hesitantly. "Ain't sure if making a visit to your sister is a good idea."

"Remember? I told you she will work with you. Force her to move her ass," James summed up, putting on his top hat. "Then this will be my not good idea. Y/N can go where she wants, so I can too and please. Work for me this time and don't tell her," Delaney said and left.

Brace smiled sadly watching James riding away.

He was torn between you and him, he knew James was having some certain feelings for you, yet he couldn't lead his master down.

James returned few hours later but what an AMAZING few hours for him it was. Simple few hours filled with his lust, touches, moans. Those hours were a real fire. Everything he wanted and needed, he simply got everything.

James looked at you and Brace. "I see you finally made her work. I am proud."

You simply ignored his vicious words. You and Brace were working in the kitchen together. Older man was peeling potatoes for a dinner, meantime you were cleaning the floor.

"I see you're in a better mood now, sir," Brace smiled politely at James, gently bowing his head.

He bowed his head a little. "Yes, I am in better mood now. I went to take care of some businesses, this really improved my mood," James said with soft smiled, then looked at you. "And you? Less moody now?"

"Brace, tell our master that I ain't moody like he is," you replied simply as you were scrubbing the wooden floor with a brush.

Brace cocked his brow at you and then moved his eyes at James. "She is less moody, master."

James blinked confused. This was more than just weird. He sighed softly and nodded. "Well, tell our lady here that I am glad to hear it but she can start acting normally," James said to Brace, still watching you.

You looked at Delaney above your shoulder, your muscles were tensed. "Brace, tell James that I AM ACTING just like he deserved. Tell him also that he is not who he think he is!"

Brace stopped peeling vegetables, looking helplessly at James. "You ain't who you think you are, sir."

James rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking a Brace annoyed. "Tell her that she is acting like a child. She can use her own mouth to speak," he said, frowning.

"Brace, tell James that…," you started, anger raging in your voice, but you were cut off by Brace himself.

"I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MESSENGER! GOD, TAKE ME AWAY SADDENING WELL OF TEARS!," older man raised his hands up, then he threw a knife at the table and left the kitchen, murmuring to himself.

You blinked, then looked at James. "Congratulations. You pissed Brace off."

"Excuse me?," James walked closer to you, he looked down at you. "You are the one that did it. You started this silly game. He cut you off first," James pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah. Wouldn't have started anything if you would behave like a grown up man, not like a horny teenager!," you replied.

You realized that he was towering you while you were on your knees; you laughed in your mind as the situation was odd to you.

"Tell me, was she good, huh?” you snapped viciously. “Was it worth it?”

He smiled, now he exactly knew what were you thinking. He grabbed you by arm just like the day he saved you. James pulled you up and quickly pinned you to  the wall.

"Listen to me, woman. Look at yourself. First, almost raped and killed. Now? Cleaning floor, for me. Probably the most hated man here. How low you could fell. Not to mention you love me,” he sighed. "You can't even fuck with me. Don't be surprised that I need to look for pleasure with other woman," James claimed.

"I'd rather be raped than be stacked here with someone like you, Delaney! You're a fucking rat who thinks that when he gets some coins, he can have whatever he wants. Truth is you maybe have all the stuff but you're fucking alone," you growled deeply, you hated the way he was holding you, but you swallowed your pride. "You ain't better than any rapist because every fucking day you're raping my fucking soul with that behavior of yours!"

You used all of your mights to push him back.

There was no more use in holding you, so he simply let you go. Maybe you were right, maybe he really was all alone. James kicked one of the chairs and went to him room.

You also went to you bedroom where you fell on the bed and nuzzled to pillow, letting tears fall down along your cheeks.

When your heartrate calmed down, you fell asleep.

Meantime, in his room, James undressed himself and sat in front of the fireplace. He smiled to himself, he know what to do. He closed his eyes and started to whisper some magical formulas.

You were having a strange dream.

At first, you saw some faces watching you from above. Then, they have gone and thick mist has surrounded you. You reached your hand and touched a flesh, warm, strong flesh.

You frowned, was anyone right in front of you?

You took a step further, trying to see the figure but there was no one.

James was sitting in his room, keeping everything under control with his quiet whispers and mumbles.

You could feel ever little touch he imagine on your skin. Every move, every kiss. He wanted to show you what he really felt, he wanted to show you the fire he kept deep inside his soul.

You could feel his hands on you, moving up and down. Even when he was in another room, despite all bad words he had said to you, despite his sins, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He wanted to have you.

As asleep as you were, you let your own hands travel around your body. You were cupping your own breasts to massage them slightly, only to let the Wander down your figure, just between your thighs.

You have never felt like this before. You could even feel how your inner walls were clenching around… Exactly. Around what?

James made sure to give you every type of feeling. From gently kisses on your neck to harsh thrust of his cock inside of you. He was worshiping your body in every possible was, he wanted you to feel everything.

James smiled to himself, he knew what he was doing to you. It also had an effect on him. His cock got rock hard and was already leaking the precum, all because of the image of your heated body.

You were touching yourself oh so nicely. You were also moaning deeply, James' name was leaving your mouth from time to time.

It was until you woke up out of sudden, covered in cold sweat, completely undressed and exposed. Your breath was shallow, you put hand to your chest.

"What the hell…," you whispered to yourself and got up, quickly putting your nightgown back on.

James opened his eyes and looked down at himself. "I am a fucking mess," he muttered getting up from his floor.

It wasn't too comfortable to move around in his state but he had to force himself to go to bed.

Your instinct was leading you this time. You went to James' door and opened them without knocking.

"What the fuck, James?" you asked and blushed away as your glance fell on his naked body.

He smiled and looked at you. "I should ask you about that. You come to my room. Without knocking. Rude, miss Y/N," James said and licked his lips.

You threw him a glance, your cheeks were burning red. He was half covered in ashes, but you didn’t care. At first second you wanted to withdraw but soon, your hesitation was gone.

You stepped in, closing door behind you. You reached to hems of your nightgown and simply took it off, tossing material on the floor.

James watched you carefully with small smile. "I thought you are mad at me, little one,” he said and sat up.  "You enjoyed your sweet dream?"

"I knew it was you. I just don't understand how…," you mumbled.

You walked to him, grabbing his hand in your palms. "Why haven't you told me from the beginning about your expectations?," you put his hand to your hip.

"I though you heard enough stories about what a devil I am. If you haven't then I have no idea where were you hiding for all this time, doll," he said.

James grabbed your hips and squeezed them. "You also didn't tell me a lot. Next night after our first time, you ran away to your room, you were ignoring me for months," he sighed.

You simply straddled him, wrapping arms around his neck. "I thought you'll show some effort. You know, women love to be reached," you explained, kissing his left temple.

"Sorry, but I am not this kind of man," James whispered and looked at you, cupping your cheeks into his rough hand.

"And now, be honest with me. Did you fuck her?" you asked, sparks of jealousy in your eyes.

"Are you jealous, little one?" he giggled, kissing your cheek. "Even if. You are the most important for me," James said and kissed you deeply.

You instantly broke the kiss. "Tell me. I need to know. Just some psychological purposes," you made the sweetest of sweet faces you only could, letting your hands move down his bare stomach.

He growled loudly, his erection was killing him and you weren't making stuff any easier. "Yes! Yes I did. Now, please. I need you," James whimpered, moving his hips against you.

You ran hand through his short hair, looking him deep in the eye.

As you were straddling him, you pushed onto his torso strongly, forcing him to lay down on his bed. You moved a bit up and forward, leaning to him a little. One hand supported you onto his strong chest, while other one reached for his cock, slipping it into your already wet pussy.

"So I'll show you what you've missed, Delaney."

"Try me, little one," James growled at you, grabbing your hips tightly. You could be sure he would leave bruises on your soft skin eventually.

He laid down comfortable and watched your body moving on top of him. James had no idea what was so special about you, but your body was more hypnotizing and beautiful than Zilpha's.

You threw your head back as you slowly rocked your hips for him. He was filling you nicely, your pussy and his cock were meant to be together. You rested both of your hands on his chest, slowly increasing your pace. "I know you better than she does. I can make you feel better than she can. I can take you right to the stars while she can't," you moaned. "Oh, James!"

James growled in agreement. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and quickly moved you onto your back.

He grabbed your hands and held them over your head. His other hand moved your legs onto his shoulder. James decided to fuck you the best he could, to make you feel like in heaven. Like no one has ever before him. His moves were deep and rough.

You blinked when he rolled on top of you. Later, the only thing you could do was moaning loudly for him. Though his grasp on your wrists hurt like hell, it was the most wonderful feeling in a lifetime. His balls hitting your pussy while he was getting oh so deep in drove you crazy. "Harder, James!," you begged.

He fulfilled your wish and fucked you harder. James nuzzled to your neck and growled. "You like it, huh? You like when I fuck you? No one can fuck you like I do," man whispered, then bit your neck hard enough to break your skin and make it bleed.

You tried to form some words but you simply couldn't. Instead, you moaned his name louder. "Yes, Mr. Delaney! No one can fuck this pussy as nicely as you do, so please, don't stop! I wanna touch you, please...," you mumbled.

The sight was so beautiful. James on top of you, dominating every inch of your body. You could of done anything for that man.

He sat up and pulled you up with him, still fucking you as hard as you wished him to. "Come on, little one. Say to whom you belong to. Scream it! I want the whole London to hear that you are my slut! Tell them how good I fuck your cunt," James growled, not stopping even for a moment. He was so close, still notthere, but really, really close to his peak. "Fuck, little one!"

You wrapped arm around his neck, using other hand to support yourself on his knee. You also started to rock your hips, back and forth, back and forth, meeting all of his thrusts.

Your breasts were bouncing along with your movements, you were kissing his jawline, moaning loudly.

"I belong to James Keziah Delaney and he's my master!" you screamed, getting down his thick, throbbing member with your slick, dripping core. "I am his fucking slut!," you moaned, rolling head back. "No one has ever fucked my pussy as good as he does now, fuck! I'm his fucking whore...," you nibbled onto his earlobe. "James, James...," you whispered when you felt how your pussy started to clench rhythmically around his dick.

James listened to your moans and screams, they were like a pure symphony to his ears. He never heard sweetest and more beautiful sounds than your voice screaming his name.

He held you tight against himself, kissing and licking still bleeding mark on your neck. James wanted everyone to see that you belong to HIM and to no one else. That he was the only one that could fuck or touch you.

"You are so good to me. So beautiful... I’m gonma come, little one," he whimpered against your shoulder.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply, your tongues danced together for a shirt while. Within few next thrusts of James, you felt a wave of pure wetness and heat feeling your pussy and you knew you just cum for him. You couldn't stop yourself for screaming his name as you were riding your orgasm down, pinning your nails into his back.

James moaned with you. With few deep trusts he pinned you to his pelvis as he cum deep inside of you. He rested his head against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck...," James whispered, stroking your back.

You whimpered few more times and as soon as he cum deep inside of you, you screamed again. You both could hear strong knocking onto the wall. "QUIET THERE, DELANEY, OR I'LL COME AND KILL YOU BOTH!," it was no one else but Brace, he probably couldn't sleep properly.

You couldn't help but giggled shortly. You were still shaking and trembling, nuzzling to James.

He laughed as you did, and he and gently placed you on the bed, kissing wherever he could reach. "I missed you so much, little on," James purred into your ear.

Instinctively, you nuzzled to him. "Next time tell Zilpha who is your rightful lady," you smiled at him, kissing his neck, then chest before falling asleep.

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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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