Imagine:Cuddling With Phasma During Her Shift.

Imagine: Cuddling with Phasma during her shift.

-Many years ago, on the Parnassos-

"Why aren't you asleep yet, hmm?" Phasma asked as she looked at you with raised brow. She was sitting on the ground. 

"You know I hate sleeping alone, besides, it’s cold when I sleep alone," you addmited openly. 

"You good know I can't join you now. I have my shift when it comes to guarding," she muttered. 

"Yea, I know. That's why I am here," you smiled softly. "It's cold, you know?" 

Phasma was sitting quietly for a moment, then opened her cape for you and you smirked, quicky slipping under it, letting out a quiet sigh and nuzzling into her side. 

"You know you can't stay here for whole night?" She asked and moved her hand through your hair. 

"Sure I can. I have nice, warm, cozy place and I am safe here, with you,” you replied quietly as a smirk started to fading out of your lips. 

Phasma shook her head. "No. You are not gonna stay here. You need to rest so you could be useful tomorrow, also I want you to stay away no matter what happens. I want you to be safe,” she explained and kissed your forehead, what was really rare for her. 

You purred happily and nodded. "Okay, the kiss has convinced me to your words. Just please, promise me that you will come back to me at morning." Phasma nodded. "I promise you this, Y/N." You kissed her, gently stroking her cheek. "I will be waiting. See you at morning." After these words, you left her alone. You hated lonely nights but well... It was always worth to wait for Phasma.

AUTHOR: Cass

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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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“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.

Imagine: Cuddling with Poe Requested by: @hail-kylo-ren  

“You know what? I love to cuddle with you,” Poe said quietly, nuzzling to your shoulder.“You smell so go, you are warm and soft. I wish I could hug you for every minute of my life.”

You smiled and stroked his hair.“I know this. Same goes to you.”

Poe wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, pulling you even closer, then he looked at you.“Do you know that you are beautiful?” He asked.

“I know this. You tell me this every day,” you said, stroking his cheek.

“Still not enough,” Poe sighed and nuzzled to your hair.

“Get to a room you two!” Snap muttered.

“Yea. We are really glad you two get along SO WELL but please, not in de middle of canteen during the dinner. I don’t want to get diabetes,” Jessica added.

You giggled and blushed deeply, patting Poe’s shoulder.“Poe… They are right. This isn’t a right place..”

He lazily moved his head away from your shoulder and nodded. “Well. So let’s go somewhere else!”

He picked you up and walked away with you in his arms.

AUTHOR: Cass

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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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