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

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

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

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

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

This was to have been another boring day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve smirked at you. "Ready?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The 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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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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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

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

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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It was late in the evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it was still snowing outside.

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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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mental void || General Hux x Reader Drabble

Summary: General Hux visiting you in the hospital.

Warnings: none 

Words: 955

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Rouge & Cass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After these words he simply left your room.

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

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