Please Stop Making Me Fall In Love With You! || Mbaku X Reader One Shot

“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.

Walk along

Summary: Bucky meets a little girl on the abandoned street. It turns that she got lost. At the beginning Barnes intends to get past this situation, but finally he decides to help her.

Warnings: none

Words: 1802

Request by: @mdylik

Author: Cass & Beast 

The road lay before them like a tarmac ribbon. A white line ran down the center, relatively unbroken compared to the scarred and potholed concrete.

Bucky walked down this abandoned street keeping his hands deep in his bomber jacket's pockets.

The wind was howling like some horror movie opener, so Barnes squinted. "Fucking weather," he hummed deeply under his breath. His hair was whipping so violently about his face he could barely see at all.

It was when he noticed something with a corner of his eye.

Little girl wandered the street, she wasn't homeless for sure. Girl was dressed in a pink coat and hat with cat ears.

It looked like she was looking for something, the girl only shivered because of the wind and walked pass Bucky. She looked at him and smiled, stopping for a second. "Good evening, sir."

He didn't intend to answer, yet it wasn't a usual thing to see anyone around that abandoned street. The neighborhood wasn't too pleasant, especially for a little girl.

Barnes stopped also and looked at her above his shoulder. "Hi. What are ya doing here, girl?," he asked casually.

Girl was quiet for a moment. "I am looking for my mommy, sir," she explained, swinging on her feet and pulling her hat more on.

The man looked rather scary for her, so she took one little step back. Mom told her many times to not talk to strangers, but she also told her to be nice for other people.

He rubbed over his chin, his glance was still down on her. "You got lost?," Bucky threw a single question, turning fully to her. "It's not a safe place. Where are your parents? Where do you live?"

Girl nodded slowly. "Yes. I don't know where my mommy is. I thought I will find the way home but I didn't, sir."

She looked up and smiled at him. "You have a nice big blue eyes, sir!," girl giggled excitedly.

Bucky crouched in front of her, he tilted his head a bit. "Do you remember the address?," Barnes asked. "If yes, I can walk you up to the house," he offered slightly.

He was thinking for a longer second, only to ask another question. "What's your name, little one?"

The girl frowned softly, not too pleased with lack of answer from Bucky. "I don't, sir. All I know is that my home is somewhere near a really biiiig tower!," she jumped happily. "My name is Carolyn, sir. What's your?"

"I like your name," Bucky smiled, however he didn't intend to do so. "My name is James, James Barnes," he pulled his flesh hand out of his pocket and reached it to her.

Girl giggled. "Hello, James, James Barnes! You have a very funny name," she said, grabbing his hand. "But... I can't go with you," girl said quietly. "My feet hurts. Are you strong enough to carry me?"

Before he thought, Bucky let out a deep, loud laugh.

Oh, she was so cute.

Her hair was as waves of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; few of a long locks peeked from under her hat.

Bucky knew he had some things to do, but he couldn't refuse to help that kid.

He rubbed his chin, humming loudly as he pretended he was considering every concern, but finally he nodded. "I think I can give it a try."

Girl squeeked loudly when he picked her up. "Wow! James, James Barnes, you are sooo strong!," she chuckled.

Girl pushed her hair back under her hat. Right now she had no other choice but to trust this stranger or rather a new friend. Even if he was big and scary, he couldn't be a bad guy.

Carolyn relaxed in his arms and sighed softly, putting her head on his shoulder. Some part of his arm felt weird, girl poked it and looked at him, being slightly confused because of what she felt there.

Bucky played along and cocked his brow. "What? Is anything wrong?," he kindly inquired.

He improved the grip around her little waist, he didn't want to let her fall.

"Why do you have a hard arm?," girl asked innocently and poked his shoulder again, then poked rest o his arm to check if she was right.

"Can you keep a secret, little one?," he questioned, making a conspiracy voice, lowering his tone as he glared at her.

Girl blinked and nodded. "Yes, I can, James, James Barnes," she smiled at him to confirm that she was telling the truth.

Bucky nodded in respond before he spoke his mind up. "I'm the member of Avengers team," man explained simply as he was walking down the street with girl in his arm. "So you can be sure you're safe with me, little one," he playfully poked her little, rosy cheek, showing his perfect teeth in a wide smile. "So. Where shall we go now?"

Bucky stopped at a crossroads, he put girl down, looking around.

Girl gasped loudly. "You are the Winter Solder! You are my favorite Avenger!," Carolyn squeaked again with a huge smile on her face. "You are big, strong and good! You are the best! And you are Cap's buddy!," she said excitedly, waving her hands, and then she looked around with Bucky. "Maybe let's go there," Carolyn pointed into the direction of city center. "My house is close to a big tower, I think it has an A letter on the top."

Bucky facepalmed and sighed, grinning. "I didn't get about what tower you were talking about," he summed up, spreading his arms in a powerless gesture. "Sorry, my bad."

Bucky put his flesh hand back to pocket and offered girl his metal hand to hold. "You seem to know a lot about Avengers," he said as they started walking along the sidewalk.

She gladly took his big, metal hand into her tiny palm. Carolyn looked at him and smiled brightly.

She was just a child and didn't see anything bad in Bucky's metal arm. Such a small kid still had enough of innocence to accept him just the way he was.

"I like your metal arm," Carolyn hummed, trying to play with his fingers.

"Thanks," Bucky chuckled. "Who do you like besides me, hmmm?," bearded man asked, looking down at girl.

"I like Falcon! He has a cool wings, I also like Black Widow! She is pretty like my mommy. Also, Ant-man is cool! He is funny just like my dad," she took a deep breath to continue. "Spider-boy is so nice! I saw him once when I went shopping with mommy! He was swinging between the building and Mr. Stark was there with him, too! But I don't like the big green man... He's scary and the bowman is weird, why you keep him when he doesn't have superpowers?," Girl asked and looked up at Bucky, a questioning glance on her face.

Bucky, who was cut off by her monologue, couldn't do nothing more but smile innocently. "I would have to ask Cap about this, and Stark also. They're kinda a root of the team, so every decision that is made is considered mostly by them," he said openly. "You know, thanks for reminding me how old I am, in my time girls didn't pay attention to heroes, instead they preferred to play with dolls, but as I see, a lot has changed irretrievably," Bucky smiled with a joy in his eyes.

Bucky watched his feet take steps across the paving blocks, his dusty canvas sneakers next to the shined pointed-toe leather shoes of the girl walking next to him.

He didn't know why, but it was one of the rare moments when he was feeling truly happy.

"I have dolls!," she protested. "But I also have plush toys, I have action figurines! I even have you, I even have a t-shirt with Cap, mom bought me one on my birthday, I wear it as often as I only can, even if other girls laugh at me because of it. I don't care," she shrugged. "I love to watch the news with my parents because they always talk about heroes and what they did. I really love to draw, you know? I have this BIG art case! I have everything there!"

Carolyn talked like this by the whole way, she wanted Bucky to know as much as possible.

She stopped suddenly, unsure where to go when she finally spotted her house, surrounded by police cars.

"Do you think that something happened?," girl asked looking at Bucky with fear in her eyes.

"I guess I do," he said firmly. "I bet your parents were scared about you, so apparently they've called cops," Bucky explained, leading girl to the nearest police car. "Hey, excuse me, I found her roaming among the surroundings nearby."

Before policeman could say anything, a woman ran up to them. "Carolyn! My babygirl! Where were you?! We were so worried!," woman said and a man joined her.

Carolyn hugged to woman tightly. "I am okay, mommy! I was safe, Bucky helped me! You see?! He is the Avenger!"

Woman blinked and looked at Bucky. "Oh, really?"

He only smiled, nodding. "The most important is that she's safe and sound," he summed up.

Man grabbed Bucky's hand to shake it. "Thank you! Thank you so much! She ran after the kitten and didn't listen when we called her," he said.

Girl blushed and hugged to her mother. "Can Bucky visit us sometimes, daddy? He found me after all."

Man nodded, looking at his daughter, than at Bucky. "Of course he can, he found our little girl."

"I'm sorry, but most likely I'll be busy with fighting bad guys," Bucky smiled at girl and petted her cheek. "Next time listen to your mom and dad, kay? You're a big girl, you have to listen to your parents. If not, and trust me, I'll know about this," Bucky winked at Carolyn's dad, "I'll send Hulk himself to you. And trust me, he's not as nice as I am."

Girl frowned when she heard his answer. "You know what! When I grow up I will be just like you, I will be big and strong like you or Cap, and I will fight bad guys just like you do!," Carolyn said happily.

Bucky cocked his brow and smirked at her. "If you would be a boy, you would be my pal already, hehehe," he stated.

Shortly after he greeted girl's parents and walked off.

Soon he was heading back to the Avengers Tower, this time alone. But this time he didn't feel lonely at all. Somewhere there still was a little human being for whom he already was a true hero, role model, but most of all, a friend.

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The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end? Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled. Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Crystal… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized. Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Crystal… Crystal, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up? With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears. “Is this the end Crystal, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!” Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes. “Crystal, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours. It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm. “Crystal, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier. He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

*********

Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. “You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost. Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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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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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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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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