#james mace fics

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 7

Summary: some time with Mace to figure it out

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, boob worship, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.1K

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You click your fingers on your clean nail table. Biting on your lip while you think of what to do. You had a cancellation for someone getting a mani and pedi, and now have too much time on your hands.

Today is one of Mirabelle’s off days with homeschool, so she’s with Hazel until lunchtime. And you’re itching to see James. You haven’t been able to get him off your mind. You still feel his lingering touches, and the deep stretch he gave your body all over. If it wasn’t just entering in you, it was having you twisted and turned in so many ways that you’re still sore. And you can’t stop thinking about it. You love that little reminder that he had you in every way he could think of.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you look at a family photo of Sy holding Benning and your pregnant belly. “I was never going to stay single forever. And yeah, he’s a bit young, but not too young. It’s not like I picked him up after high school. And you even told me before Benning was born if something happened to you to make sure I found someone that was good to me and your kids. Neither of us saw us just having two kids or you leaving, but…”

You smile wistfully at yourself. Your hand runs down your neck, and you try to remember that amazing thing James did with his mouth. “We’re just messing around. Not unlike you and me. I think I kinda like him though. And our daughter really likes him, and he’s so sweet to our special girl. Sy, this has been so hard, raising your children alone. You know how you are. And Benning can be so much like you, but I miss the fun side of him. So if you could please not judge me for going to take Mace one of my meal preps today so we can have lunch together.”

You decided in that second you want lunch with him and Mirabelle. You know she is going to stay right by his side while she sells her overpriced orange juice. You’ll make her a cute little lunch that you hope will distract her from whatever is happening between you and James. Even if it’s just lingering looks and smiling glances. The last thing you want is either of your children picking up that anything is going on.

And what exactly is going on? Is this just sex? Or is this the beginnings of a relationship? You aren’t opposed to either because you didn’t know how to do relationships anymore and never had a casual sex relationship. Clearly, you would have to have this conversation with him. If he wants to continue on. What if he didn’t? What if that was just that night and he is already bored with you? What if he realizes a woman with kids, and no father in the picture means that he has to step up.

If things progressed past the bedroom it stands to reason he would be a big part of their life. Eventually. And would you want that? You would have to give up some of the responsibility and let James parent, and that thought terrifies you. Especially with Mirabelle. All she has ever known is you.

And Will. And Casey. And Harley. And Hazel.

Okay, thinking about it like that doesn’t make things quite as bad. It sounds — normal. Have you ever been normal before? Why hadn’t you ever thought of the fact you haven’t fully done things alone. But if James and you continue, you would hope the eventual plan would be for him to move in. And if he’s here he is taking on a father role.

And now you’re getting ahead of yourself and spiraling in thoughts when all you were wanting to do is make Mirabelle a cute adorable lunch, so you could look at James and his handsome face. And maybe some other things. You take a deep breath, whispering your name, and telling yourself this is just lunch. Get through that first and then see where else it takes you. One thing at a damn time.

It’d just been so long since you have done this. And the one and only time you did you ended up married, and you know that is the exception, so you try not to get your hopes up. But James is young, so he could want very different things than you do. And if he wants to be with you more seriously, he would have to become a father figure.

Putting the food containers in a lunch bag, you walk over to the store with your whirlwind of thoughts. They just keep coming no matter how you try to quiet them. An onslaught of thoughts that could potentially talk you out of whatever is happening with James, and that is something you don’t want. Instead you push them deeper inside of you, and make notes to eventually talk about this with him. You don’t want to be that woman, but sooner rather than later would be best. You don’t want to catch feelings if he’s not entertaining that part of your life.

Walking into the store you see Mirabelle jumping around Hazel wildly, “I get to go with Harley! I do!” She does a cute little twirl before curtsying to you. “Just me and Harley!”

“Yes, now finish stacking those navel oranges, girl.”

“Mommy! Hazel said I can go with Harley to the mart, I can! I’ve never been, nope,” Hazel and Harley always nurture her love of the grove and her want to learn about it. Of course they would cater to her days off with doing things for the store.

“When is this happening?” She runs towards you, jumping into your arms as she snuggles all over your neck. “Baby, when are you leaving?”

“I was on my way to ask you, I was,” goodness, she is seriously the cutest little thing with her chubby cheeks squishing her face when she smiles. She is also the sweetest, rubbing her hands up and down your arms.

“No, she was going to stack the navels. Mirabelle Syverson, don’t make me use your middle name. If you want to help Harley at the mart, you best get your chores done. You’ve got less than three minutes,” she wiggles out of your arms, and grabs up her little basket. Marching over to the navel oranges she starts stacking them, and Hazel comes beside you. “You have a moment?”

She gives your lunch bag a good look over, and you tuck it behind your back. Why did you feel so much like a child when it came to James? Mirabelle hadn’t spotted anything, and it might be very nice to have lunch with just him. “Yeah, I had a mani/pedi cancellation. And was going to have lunch outside with my girl, and…”

“That cute man that works for Will?” You shake your head no. Suddenly feeling like a teenage girl not wanting to admit to her parents she liked a boy. “Uh huh. I guess that’s why you guys weren’t walking through the grove the other night? He forgot a sock.”

“Hazel!”

“Now I thought to myself, why in the world would he have to take off a sock? I suppose he could have just stuck his feet in the water like you always do. But then when you came out of the grove both your hairs were wet, but the clothes were dry. And then I ask myself how could they be soaked, and the clothes are dry unless they jumped in the river with no clothes on. You know there’s gators in there, right?”

Your eyes go wider as you realize that her she-shed is facing the easiest way to get in and out of the grove. She always noticed when you went in there, and kept an eye on the house and your babies. But you never expected her to use it against you like that.

“Now, I’m not going to tell you what you should and shouldn’t do, and that man is cute! I just know that your pretty little brain is on overdrive trying to talk yourself in and out of whatever is going on. I know that your thoughts are on your kids, but let me remind you that your kids want their mama happy. And sweetheart, you’re smiling more. And dare I say you’ve been looking good. Do you have on perfume?”

“Yes,” there’s no reason in lying to Hazel. You liked the man. Really liked him. And you’ve felt him. You’ve felt him in places that haven’t been touched in too long that it awakened something inside of you. You want him.

“And you didn’t hear it from me, but the east side of the orchard won’t have any workers in it. You know the one with the shade, that you can’t see the road or the store from? The one that has that cute little bench. Nobody will be there,” she gives you a tap to your shoulder before smiling towards your baby, “Alright Mirabelle, get your purse, and go tell Harley it’s time to go. Don’t go sniffing around other people’s marmalade either. You know I got the best one in the state of Florida.”

She playfully stomps towards the two of you, and stands right in front of you. With her head thrown back and her lips puckered for a kiss, “I will miss you until I get back, I will. Have a stu-st-st-stupenjuice day.”

“You, too, my angel. Have a stupenDOUS day.”

“Yep, that is what I said,” she lets out a little giggle, kissing you again.

“I love you. Tell Harley to buy you something good for lunch though,” you wait for her to meet him out by the old truck, and sigh as you look at Hazel. “I’m definitely not going to be gone for long, and we’re definitely just eating lunch.”

“And you’re definitely a little liar. But I hope you definitely have some safe fun.”

“We’re just going to be eating lunch,” you say, turning to walk towards Mirabelle’s orange juice stand. Already spotting James making his way to the stand that is still empty and closed for today. Getting close enough to see that Mirabelle taped a sign on the front of it.

“My little swindler has left me high and dry today,” he says, squinting at you. He needs sunglasses. It’s too hot in Florida, and he’s going to hurt his eyes. “You didn’t have to come out here, and tell me she was closed. She made sure to leave a note. I just don’t know what I am going to do. Probably thirst to death.”

“Would you be up for lunch with just me today?” His eyebrow quirks up as he looks you up and down. He is incredibly sexy with a drip of sweat coasting down his neck. That little bit of dust coated on his glistening skin. Why do dirty men turn you on so much? “I’ve got orange juice in here, and I have it on good authority that there’s a part of the grove that’s going to be private and secluded.”

“Why would we need that?” Mace smirks, while you start walking towards the location that Hazel gave you the information about. He stands still to watch you walk for a bit longer. Admiring how your curves fill out your dress perfectly. Already envisioning himself slowly peeling the straps off your shoulders, while he partakes in your ample chest. “Wait up.”

He jogs after you, and slips his hand in yours. You miss a few breaths as he weaves his fingers in your own, and matches your step. “Sorry, I was admiring the view.”

“What view?” You look up at him confused. He’s not as tall as Sy, but he just seems the perfect size. Not as intimidating. Your husband was a big man, and Mace is big in other ways.

“You’ve got to know how beautiful you look today,” heat flares in your cheeks as you look down to the ground. You haven’t been misinterpreting anything. People who want just sex don’t do this cute dating style stuff do they? “Can I be a bit vulgar?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I just don’t want to go too far. I know that you and I have seen and tasted a lot of each other, but I don’t want to overstep someone’s boundaries. Are we okay with naughty jokes?”

You look up at him again, smiling, and nodding your head, “As long as my kids aren’t around. And it’s just us. I don’t mind. I don’t know, I kinda like it,” he hums, hoping that you go further with that thought process. “Kinda like that sweet degradation. Not just calling me a slut, but…”

“My little slut?” He knows how to say the right things. Sy really knew how to pull out your best performances, because you loved hearing how much of a slut you were for him. And while different, you still enjoy it. “And how much of a slut you are for my cock?”

“Yep. That would be the way to um,” clearing your throat, you set the bag down, and turn to face James. He’s beyond handsome. But there is this sweetness to him, and the eagerness to learn. And even the enthusiasm he feels at you taking control makes you feel so empowered. It’s the best of both worlds, being controlled, and controlling.

“Well, since we’re alone, I don’t feel bad about saying the only thing I hunger for currently is the honey between your legs. The only things I can think about is the way you would feel bouncing on my cock, while I suck on the best tits on the planet. And how I can still smell you on my clothes, so I haven’t washed them. I just want you all over me. All the time.”

“Sit down, James. And get yourself hard,” bowing his head towards you, he walks over to the bench, and pulls down his pants. “You really are ready for me,” you surmise as he pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before sitting down.

“Now, how sloppy is my pretty little slut for me?”

Wouldn’t he like to know? You remove your panties, and hold them out for him to see. Taking a big sniff, he grabs them, and fumbles around trying to stuff them in his crumpled up jeans. “I’ll be taking those for later.”

“And what exactly are you going to do with them?”

“Sit on my cock, and I’ll tell you,” you take a look around the grove just to make sure you truly were alone before saddling over his lap. Grabbing the base of his cock, while you slowly inch down. Mewling as he impales you. You can’t stop until you take every bit of his veiny girth. Stilling once he’s fully sheathed, and you whimper, biting on your lip, and force yourself not to move.

James reaches up, and pulls your top down. Reaching behind you, he frees your tits from the confines of your bra, and lays it on the back of the bench. His mouth devours your tits. Sucking on each pebbled peak until they’re harder and swollen. Making himself so happy to feel him grow even harder inside of you, and you jerk his head back. “Tell me.”

“Ride me,” you start at a slow pace. Rising and falling on his cock while he enjoys the view. His eyes moving all over your body as you take him. “I’m going to wrap those pretty panties around my cock, and stroke myself so hard. Nothing compares to the way your tight cunt feels though. I’ve tried. My fist is broken, and all I want to be is right here. Inside of you, and watching your body recoil with every movement. You take me so well, and so deep. I’m going to fuck my hand, pretend that it’s you because it smells like you, and I’m not stopping until I come, and make a mess in your panties. But you know what would be even better?”

“Hmm?” You ask, picking up on your pace, and his eyes go to your breasts, watching them bounce in rhythm to your movements. “What’s better James?”

“Doing that when I’m with you, and make you put the panties back on. Maybe go talk to Will, and I know that my cum is right at your cunt. Or maybe I should come inside of you, and make you wear me the rest of the day. Would you send me a picture of your messy pussy? Or maybe I should call it my pussy? Cause you are my slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you ride him like your life depends on it. Sinking and falling on top of him, while he hits you so deep. Your eyes are half mast as you feel your body heating up. He’s sinful, and you want to beg for him to drag you into his depths. Whatever he wants, he can have.

“Yeah, you’re my pretty little cockslut. When you’re ready, I’ll treat you like a cum dump. Keep you filled up always.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you pant, and he chases your tits with his mouth. Biting on each nipple once he gets them. “James! James, I…”

“You better keep quiet. Everyone is going to hear what a whore you are for me. They’ll see you taking my cock, and your tits all hanging out. Maybe they should see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat?” My god the words he’s saying has you seeing stars. It’s all so much.

“Fuck me, James. I need you to fuck me!”

“First come, just like this. I know you can do it. Go on. A whore like you can surely make yourself come,” slamming your hands on the back of the bench, you grip down as you ride him. His hands tighten on your ass as he uses your body like a pocket pussy. Pounding you down harder on him until your head throws back, and he watches you as you come undone.

Body overwhelmed with pleasure as he helps you get off him enough to get behind you. He pulls your dress up your ass, and smiles at your backside. “Such a good slut. You should see how swollen your pretty cunt is. She’s spread out wide, and ready to take me,” he grunts as he shoves himself into your warmth.

“You take every inch of me so well. I want you to go back to work and you can still feel me. I want you to squirm around trying to make yourself feel as good as I do. But nothing compares, does it?”

“No,” you breathlessly respond, shaking your head. Glancing back to look at him, it makes you feral to see he’s staring at where the two of you connect. Watching as your slick coats his cock when he drags out of you. You were complete perfection. Your body housed two kids, and now its taking James like you are his own personal fuck toy. And the way he admires you, you’ve never felt more like a goddess before. Even if nobody else sees you, he does.

“I want to use you.”

“Yes.”

“I want you to think about me when you’re alone, and want me so bad that you send me pictures of you being a needy slut and playing with your microphone.”

“Yes, please!”

“I want you to take me whenever I need you.”

“My god whenever!” He holds onto your chest as he starts to jackhammer into you. His hips are moving so fast you can’t even catch a breath. You’re just making noises like a wild animal. That’s what he’s made you. His.

Euphoria builds through your body as a sob from your swollen lips wrecks him. Breaking out the sound of his name as your walls clamp down on him. Perfectly in sync his body explodes into yours. He keeps moving in and out of you, so he can see the way he looks drenched in your arousals. “Perfection.”

James lets his body envelope yours. Resting his head on your back as you feel each other’s heated breath wrap around you. “But do you know what I really want?”

“You want to fuck my ass don’t you?”

“If you’re offering,” his chuckle rumbles to your core, and you hate that he’s already pulling out of you. He tucks himself back in his pants, and pulls out your panties. “Here, I made a bit of a mess. I’ll just take your panties another time. Can’t have that dripping down your leg.”

He assists you off your knees, and even helps you get into your panties, and it’s a good thing because your legs are wobbly. Struggling to stand up straight, and he turns you around, and pulls up your top. “Keep the bra off while we eat.”

“Okay, but what do you really want?”

“I want to stop fucking you,” that isn’t at all what you expected, and you’re very confused in five seconds. “I want to take you out on a proper date. I don’t know about you, but this sneaking around and fucking, I don’t want. I don’t want to just treat you like my slut. I want you to be used and fulfilled in other ways. The stupid small talk, and me being cute and me being a gentleman. And you just being not just sexy, but beautiful and sweet, and kind, and us cooking together, and — can I be honest?”

You wish he would. You like this part, even if it terrified you. You grab each of your containers, and sit on the bench with him. “Please, because I’ve had so many scenarios running in my head today. And I’m tired of swimming through my thoughts.”

“I don’t want to be the guy that comes over at night to help Benning build my telescope. I want to be the guy that takes care of Benning’s mom, and I don’t know maybe if things are good we could let him know that I’m not just his and Mirabelle’s friend? I’m not saying you and I are going to get married or have a child, but that is something I want. So I don’t know, if we continue this…” he takes a bite of the sandwich, looking all sweet and innocent as he stares at you.

“I-I-I always wanted more than two kids. I like the number four,” his pout turns up into the cutest smile, and you want to straddle him again. Quickies are for the birds, and he needs to eat. “I’ve only dated one person.”

“And I have dated a lot, but not for a long time,” he’s just a summer child. What could he know about dating? Maybe more than you. You have one experience. Sy was everything and all you needed, until he wasn’t there anymore.

“What’s your longest relationship?”

He lets out a puff of air, counting on his fingers, “I don’t know, six months,” okay. He sounds like a player, but that isn’t the vibes you get from him. “I have this problem with choosing crazy women that cheat on me. Or crazy women that aren’t broken up completely, and I’m the fall guy. Or crazy women that are just crazy. Or women that are just crazy.”

“I’m almost too loyal. I tried to use my dead husband as an excuse not to pursue you. Now, I need to be honest with you. I think your my daughter’s first crush. And I think my son actually likes you, and that scares me.”

“Why?” He’s being so honest with you, it is only fair to be completely honest with him.

“He hated Will when he thought Will and I were dating.”

“That was when Mirabelle was a baby though. And his dad hadn’t been gone that long,” he has a point there. Maybe Benning’s issue wasn’t Will but it was the timing that was wrong. Will was there picking up all the broken pieces that Sy’s death left.

“James, my first priority will always be them. I’m all they have, and I have to protect them, and raise them, and shield them from hurt. And…”

“You shouldn’t have to be the victim in this circumstance though,” this conversation got serious quickly. “Don’t pull away from me because you are worried about them. I’m a patient man, and I do understand your need to be their mother. You’ve hurt enough though. Nobody has hurt in this situation like you have. You lost a partner, your best friend, the father of your kids, and your lover. When do you stop giving up things? I’m not saying introducing me as a boyfriend to them is going to be easy. I’m saying it’ll take time, and I don’t think it needs to be soon, but eventually Benning will find out, so we need to have a gameplan on how we talk to them. And even if it’s not going to be easy, you’re worth the struggle.”

“You’re willing to do all that? We barely know each other,” you try not to have your heart swell at this admission. He was willing to be patient with you, and for your kids.

“I already told you, I think I got a crush on you before I met you just because of Mirabelle. You’re an incredible woman. But it’s time for you to be the winner. They’ll be better because of it. Don’t you want them to have a mother and a father?” Of course you did. You didn’t want Sy to be killed. You wanted him for the rest of your life. Instead of dwelling on the past though, you have this amazing man that was so sweet, has a magical dick, and wants you and your kids.

“I know I’m not their father, and I’ll never try to be. But I know in involving myself with you that eventually this is going to be a partnership, but also a parentship,” the way he says all the right things is even more terrifying. He’s so serious about it. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. I wouldn’t have gotten involved if I didn’t know what it meant dating a single mom. A single mom with full custody. And if you need some time to think about this, I’m game. And if you want just sex, I’d rather not, but I can’t say no. But he’ll find out eventually. Kids always do.”

You look through the grove, and count all the times you’ve walked through it. Sat on this bench, and even went to the dock. All the times that you didn’t have anyone to talk to so you walked alone, and talked to yourself while using Sy’s name for comfort. All the while questioning if you’re doing everything wrong. Since Sy you’ve always just existed. Took whatever break you could find, and just isolated yourself. You weren’t necessarily sad, but you weren’t happy. And you weren’t living.

Every decision was always for them, and you suffered because of it. And just when you were ready to open up and let someone in this stupid amazing man came into your life, and is saying everything right. Everything that you’ve wanted to hear. No needed to hear.

There’s a peace in that. A moment that you realize that everything you wanted in a man is right in front of you. When you shouted up at the sky for Sy leaving you, and told him if he wanted you to move on he better bring you a certain type of man. The type of man that was sitting beside you on a bench and eating some concoction you saw online, and a man that you still feel inside of you.

“So — you’re my boyfriend?”

“I say all that, and this is the only response I get?”

You gulp as you look at him, nodding your head. Getting closer to him, you press a chaste kiss against his pillow pink lips. You could get use to kissing them on a regular basis. Not just the needy makeout session, but those soft lingering kisses because you want to be close to him. Or those quick goodbye kisses, until you see him again. You want all the kisses with him.

“I think establishing that is pretty important.”

“I guess if I call you my girlfriend, then I’m most likely your boyfriend.”

“I’m far from being ready to tell my kids that. But knowing that we are seriously exclusive, and we’re working on our relationship and figuring things out, we’ll have more boundaries and direction on when to tell them. Obviously no kissing in the house when they’re awake. But maybe things can progressively move in that direction. Benning is already asking when you’re coming over next. Maybe him being comfortable with you as a friend to him will help him better take you as mom’s boyfriend, you know?” And maybe he’ll like having James over there regularly. Maybe he’ll think that he caused the relationship to flourish.

“I think that this is the most adult conversation I’ve had in my life, and it makes perfect sense. And currently I’m a bystander. I’ll follow your lead, but eventually, I hope you and I can be a team. Is this too quick?”

“Maybe? I’ve never done this before, well, I did once, and it was fast, too. The difference was the age. But this feels right, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you lean back into him, peppering kisses over his mouth, and he smiles through them. He’s never had someone that made him this giddily happy. Genuinely he wants to smile all the time with you and your kids. You’d done amazing job so far with them. He just hopes you understand that this isn’t just about you. He knows that everyone is a package and they come with you. And he wants all of it. He knows it’s soon, but he does.

And you don’t feel like a piece of you is missing anymore. That the part of you that was desirable is gone. That the part of you that wanted to just wallow in your life, while making sure your kids are happy is gone. You want everyone happy, including yourself. And he makes you very happy. And horny. But mostly the smiles make you happy, and the ease at which he’s fitting into your life with them included. Your puzzle finally is being put back together, and he’s fitting in well.

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slasher summer masterlist

summerween is over, and so is my slasher summer writing challenge. as promised, here's the masterlist of all entries in the challenge (if yours is missing, please DM me!)

thank you to everyone who participated, as well as all readers who liked, reblogged and commented on the fics!! i loved getting to read everyone's stories and see what y'all did with the prompts. you're all so creative and lovely—thank you again!!!

for readers, please heed the warnings on each individual post below, your media consumption is your responsibility. and please make sure to show your support of the writers by reblogging their work!!!

When He First Got Me by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Prequel in the Exiled Nomad Series. July 3, 2017. Steve sees you at a city festival for the Fourth of July, but he's not content with only seeing…

Dirty Little Secret by @buckys-wintersoldier

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x Student!Female!Reader summary: You share a dirty little secret with your professor.

In the Woods by @thezombieprostitute

pairing: James Mace x Female!Reader x Chris Beck summary: Using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Not A Common Storm by @nekoannie-chan

pairing: Steve Rogers x Agent of HYDRA!Reader summary: You and Steve are trapped in a storm, what would happen?

Once Upon A Friendship by @steviebbboi

pairing: Childhood Bestie!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Growing up together, you and Steve were inseparable. Where did it all go wrong?

Rosa by @perdidosbucky-yyo

pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus Size! Female!Reader summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden, haunted by the memory of your best friend. You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

A Night of Frights & Delights by @elixirfromthestars

pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female Reader summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Fool Me Once… by @dc418writes

pairing: Ari Levinson x BlackReader, Pete Brenner x BlackReader summary: Who knew grudges could be so deadly?

Slasher by @witchywithwhiskey

pairing: DARK Horror Movie Villain!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader summary: Somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies—you're gonna fuck the villain, Bucky Barnes.

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Mace was in a state. You'd recently had COVID and you were already back at work, stressed out and exhausted. He's a natural problem solver so he can't just let this happen. He needs to get you, take care of you, or at least get you some time off from work.

He pauses his pacing as he gets an idea. Not his best idea, but better than just letting you suffer at your office. Mace calls up a friend from his military days. One who owed him a big favor that he was going to call in. Just for you.

As you're sitting at your computer, struggling to focus on anything other than how tired you are, a company wide email gets sent out that the entire building needs to be fumigated and everyone should head home for at least a week. You're confused about the reason for the fumigation, but who are you to argue with an opportunity to go back home?

Outside, Mace is waiting for you. He doesn't want you driving when you're in this state. You smile as you see him but then look confused. You get into the car and see the box of Popeye's, along with a few things of Arby's curly fries.

"Figured you could use the pick-me-up," he explains.

"Did you do something to my building?"

"I can promise you, I did nothing to your building." He doesn't tell you that his old army buddy, Jake, was able to make it look like multiple reports of lice, ticks, whatever, had been filed over the course of months, even though it had just been an hour.

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

-Zombie

@thezombieprostitute my sweetest friend!! Thank you!!

Oh to have my dearest Mace get me out of work for a week because I'm so sleepy, and pick me up with fried chicken and french fries???

That is a mega swoon.

Thank you so much for this little pick-me-up!! You are the best!

[navybrat817]

space pirate sounds hella cool

I'm glad you think so, nonnie! @tavners knows how excited I am for him. I say in 2024 because I don't know if I have the bandwidth to write the entire fic yet. Also excited for his crew.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[ellethespaceunicorn]

"I don't know if I'm going soft in my old age or whether @ellethespaceunicorn has whittled down my hatred for him" -Ro

You're younger than I am, and I am not old... 37 is the new 27 lol. Also, yes, I do think I am whittling away at the disdain you have for his enigmatic asshole. I mean, honestly...he's the perfect candidate for "psychopath with a soft spot for you". In my eyes (and fics), he 100% does not experience empathy, but he understands love/lust. More the lust part, but still. He has a permanent twinkle in his eyes that will make a few pairs of panties melt away...

And when he misses you, I think those texts say the bare minimum of what is actually on his mind. Examples below:

"Wear the red dress I like tonight" = "I love how you look in that dress. You exude confidence when you wear it, and that makes me want to fuck you even more. And when you bite your lip as I look you up and down, it gives me chills."

"You should be riding my cock right now" = "I need you so bad, I feel like I would die if I'm not balls-deep inside you before the night is over. Just thinking of how you smell makes my dick swell. You. I want you. No, I need you. I need all of you."

"🍆🍑💦" = "I love you."

Ok, maybe the last one was a bit ridiculous...but Lloyd makes me do ridiculous things...and so does your writing. Look at this damn comment...it's so many words...and I wanna write more. But I shall end it here.

Kind of an angsty question: how do they deal with missing/being away from you?

Ooooo, okay, yeah...Kinda angsty but still super sweet. I can do that! I'm not writing this *exclusively* about being apart ON VALENTINE'S DAY, but that could certainly apply.

Warnings for language and vague sexual references only.

Steve Rogers

Absolutely does not realize how grumpy and on edge he gets if you two are separated for a long time. Steve may enjoy that technology has come so far in the last century, but hell if he's ever gotten the hang of texting. He will call or videochat, and he wildly prefers videochatting because he knows that sometimes you lie (fib, really) about feeling okay. Steve's great at reading micro expressions; time apart also equal time he isn't understanding the full lives of the people he cares about.

Bucky Barnes

Buck mostly blames himself for how much time apart he has from you. He, like Steve, doesn't deal with it very well. He mostly becomes more brooding and snippy the longer it is. Bucky is better at texting than his pal but not better about the contents, so no deep convos happening over the phone (partly because he's rarely alone, partly because he doesn't particularly like being on the phone).

James Mace

He's trained for this. I mean, quite a few of them are, and for very long stretches, distances where realtime conversations are impossible, but Mace is diligent about sending messages. He holds on to very tiny, specific memories of you, stories you tell, and places you've been. Your laugh is the best one, the thing that keeps him going. He does keep a file, notes of funny stuff to tell you when he's back.

Curtis Everett

Is not good at reaching out. Internalizes everything. It's...an ongoing problem.

Jimmy Dobyne

Suffers. Messes with his nails and cuticles a lot. If he's home and you're not, Jimmy obsessively works on one of his many Garage Projects to pass the time. He doesn't enjoy feeling needy, so he won't text more than his regular amount. He will, however, admit to how much he missed you after you return.

Johnny Storm

Uh, he's mostly fine. Hits him at the oddest moments--missing you--and when it does, Johnny can't word his feelings in any meaningful way. He gets antsy to do things, but he doesn't know what. The adrenaline just builds until he finally gets to see you. Basically, he mistakes longing for boredom, so he ends up treating the wrong emotion.

Jake Jensen

Leans a little stalker-y but not on purpose; he's so slick with the tech and using IPN, wifi, and GPS to track your devices. It's soothing when he's away to figure out where you are and what you're up to, especially if he knows you can't pick up the phone (or he can't actually talk anyway).

Lloyd Hansen

I don't know if I'm going soft in my old age or whether @ellethespaceunicorn has whittled down my hatred for him, but my gut is telling me Lloyd constantly checks in if he's "missing" you. (Sure, that's probably more of a sexting thing, and he probably would not answer if you were trying to check in.)

Ari Levinson

Torn. He is also trained to be away and go dark for long periods, but Ari really itches to talk to you, especially just before big moments like missions or presentations. You always help him relax and focus. He can't pinpoint exactly when he became so dependent on you, but he's a touch embarrassed.

Ransom Drysdale

Sends a stupid number of texts about absolutely nothing until you respond. The man has no shame.

Andy Barber

Distracts himself in work, go figure, but hey! that usually means he has wracked up overtime and earned a little vacation once you come back home. A nice long weekend together goes a long way.

Since Andy is very practical and won't put much emotion into text (tell him stuff like that face to face, he prefers it), mostly all he communicates while you are away are reminders of to-dos. He is, however, very diligent about saying he loves you everyday you aren't right beside him...and when you are right beside him

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: omg is 'IPN' correct? why can't i frickin think of the thingy, the unique address thingymabobber. gerdermit!!!

[gffa]

I would love your Legends recs!!! I've tried getting into Legends before but the books I'd randomly pick up would just seem off somehow & I couldn't really get into them (which might be my fault for buying whatever star wars thing I saw because it had clones on the cover)

But that was before I knew the difference between Canon and Legends and what not so I think I might be less confused by all the continuity stuff now (hopefully) & I would love to give them another go. I've been recommended the Kenobi book before, have you read it? Which ones are your favorites?

Hi! I'm not as well-versed in the Legends books, as I've prioritized the Disney continuity ones, because I only have so much time to also get through all the documentaries and reference books and watching the shows and reading the comics and reading fic and having fun in fandom, etc. And with decreasing amounts of free time, it just hasn't been a priority! That said, generally I like Karen Miller's books, which do fall into the attachment = love thing sometimes, but other than that her id aligns with my id like 90% of the way, because her Obi-Wan & Anakin (&Ahsoka) writing is fantastically fun. The Kenobi book is solidly fun from what I remember of it (I think I got halfway through and thought it was fine!), anything by Matthew Stover is worth picking up (the ROTS novelization and Shatterpoint as a Mace novel), and James Luceno's books are generally a solid start. (Dark Lord is probably the one to start with or else Labyrinth of Evil.) The other film novelizations are a mixed bag (and often leave that feeling of something being kind of "off"), the Jedi Apprentice/Jedi Quest books are worth reading just to understand where a lot of plot elements came from, but they're very much aimed at a young audience, so the drama and artistic license is dialed up to eleven (because kids want to read about other kids having exciting adventures, not adults taking care of things before they happen XD), etc. AVOID Karen Traviss' books, like set aside the anti-Jedi stuff (which is still pretty awful), I've seen soooo many people tear those books apart for just how badly written they are because she can't get out of her own bias. If anyone else has some prequels-era Legends books to recommend, please feel free!

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 5

Summary:  what do you decide to do?

Pairings:  James Mace X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (F & M receive), breast worship, boob job, cum play, thigh grinding, manhandling, switch vibes, slapping, degradation, creampie, bruises, hickies, Plan B, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“This,” you pant out, your chest heaving up and down as you gaze up at Mace.  Pupils blown wide with lust.  You wanted him.  You wanted him more than anything you could ever remember in recent history.  He was right there, inching closer to you.  “I don’t do this.”

“What are we doing?” He whispers out again.  James’ hand reaches towards your jaw, outlining it with his thumb, before it drifts lower.  And lower.  Carefully framing the low neckline of your dress, and it sinks lower on your chest.  Your nipple almost poking out of the top.  

“This,” one more shallow breath has one side of your top uncovering your nipple, and James gulps, staring hungrily at your body.  His eyes drift all around you.  Taking every bit of your curves in.  He wanted you just as much.

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?” 

You step back to lock the door, and get close enough for your hardened nipples to graze over his hard body, “This.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mace doesn’t hesitate to close the gap to your bodies.  Crashing his lips into yours before he kisses down your neck.  Squeezing your tits together, and staring at them like a man starved before nibbling on the swell, walking the two of you towards the bedroom.  Pulling down your top to capture your nipple in his mouth.

You let out the loudest moan that you can remember.  It had been too long since you had someone’s needy hands and mouth on your skin.  Mace was partaking in every inch of you.  His mouth may be working your pebbled peaks, but his hands were moving all over, stripping you out of your dress, and pounding your back up against the wall.

“Oh god!” You screech as he sinks down to his knees.  His mouth nips your body, and then he gives your covered core a desperate lick up your slit.  Kissing and sucking over the lacy panties, and then it’s you that starts pulling them off.  Damn near falling over with how fast you are trying to strip down.

“My god,” he moans, as you sling your leg over him.  Resting it over his shoulder as he stares at your sex.  Those beautiful eyes drift up to your face as he slowly closes the gap.  Getting close enough that you feel his warm breath, and when his tongue barely kitten licks over your neglected clit, you whimper out his name.

James buries his face into your puffy folds, and you go blank.  Head tilting to the ceiling and whispering out a lew prayer as he feasts on you.  He is parched and the only form of relief he was getting was from your juices.  It has been so long that your body is so reactive to his ministrations.  The most vulgar slooshing and slurping sounds come from between your legs.  You were feeding him well.  

His moans are turning you on even more as your hips start to grind on his face.  James’ tongue slides down into your hole, and he stands still.  Waiting on your glance back down to him, “Uh huh,” you feel him smile on your weeping cunt, nodding his head.  He literally wanted you to fuck his tongue.

Placing a hand on his head, while the other stays on the wall, you roll your hips, letting his tongue slip in and out of your tight channel.  Just when you think you are in absolute heaven, his hands slap over your chest, and pinches your nipples.  “Oh god!  James!  Oh fuck!” 

Hips buck forward as his tongue stretches you out.  All these years of trying to find your own pleasure, this was similar, and oh so different.  He was a perfect little fuck toy, but there was something more you wanted.  His cock was straining through his pants.  Skin glistening from more than just the river swim.  He wanted you, too.  And you wanted him all night.  

Both your hands circle his head, and you use him.  Slowly building up speed, and when his teeth graze over your clit, your juices flood out onto his face, and your leg starts trembling, “C’mere.”

Dropping your leg onto the ground, you pull him up, yanking off that shirt before crashing your mouth into his.  He fights you for a minute to pull away as you undo his jeans, “You’re going to taste yourself,” sweet summer child.  No one was ever woman enough to taste themselves on his lips.

“I’m not a child,” you are already breathless, but the fact that he had been with women that didn’t want to share in each other’s arousal is so foreign, “I want to taste what you did to me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gets out before your swallowing his moans.  His jeans fall far enough that his cock jumps up, and touches your skin.  The tip drenched in precum, and your bodies’ hit the door to open it up wider.

Both of you yelp when a dog jumps up from the floor barking, “Cannon!  Shit…go to Benning’s room, buddy.  Mommy is going to be fucked like an animal tonight.” 

“Yeah she is.  Where’s the microphone?” Mace smirks at you, and you wait for Sy’s dog to jump into Benning’s bed before you look at him.  Shaking your head.  You need to see exactly what Mace can do before you bring in toys.

“First time we fuck, there will be no toys.  When was the last time you were tested?  I don’t have condoms.”

“Uh, after the last girlfriend.  I always used a condom though.”

“Don’t cum in me.  Pull out.  And after the first time…we can use the microphone,” Mace starts stalking you like prey.  Walking you backwards towards the bed.  “And James?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I want you to fuck me all night.  I meant that.  Use me tonight.  My pussy is yours whenever you want it, get it wet, and oh!  Mmm,” you whimper when James pushes you onto the bed, and yanks your legs to where you’re at the bottom of the bed.  Spreading your legs wide, and he slaps his cock on your clit.  

“Got it.  Wet pussy, hard dick, I fuck.”

“I can do the same.  If I wake up, and you're hard…”

“Jump on and enjoy the ride.  Now,” sliding his tip down until he reaches your hole, he pushes through aggressively.  Barreling into your heat and already becoming breathless.  He felt good, but you couldn’t enjoy it.  He was speeding past the good parts.

“James!” He grunts as he pounds into you even harder, grabbing onto your bouncing tits, “James!”

“I know it feels good.”

“Yes, but,” he doesn’t stop, and you need this to last.  Fast at the end.  Slow build in the beginning.  “James!” 

“Yeah?  Yeah, right there?” 

“No.”

His thrusts stop all together, and his face falls, “You’re not enjoying yourself,” it isn’t a question, but a statement.

“I would enjoy it much better if you gave me time to.  Just…slow baby,” lifting yourself off the bed you let your hands slide down his chest.  Grabbing onto his hips, “This isn’t a race, or a quickie, okay, sweetheart,” his eyes flutter close as he loosens up, letting you guide his pace.  “Mmm, that’s better, isn’t it.  Oh fuck…yeah, yeah.  You get to really feel it.  Take your time.  Discovering what makes me wild.  Explore.  Change your angle.  Lean back a bit, and push your cock up.”

He listens to your words.  Smiling when you bite at your lip, “Yeah, oh you learn so quickly.  That right…right there.  Oh yeah!  Now, don’t jackhammer, but…ahh!” You scream, lifting off the bed when he drives into you at that angle.  “Right there, Jamesy.  Fuck yeah!  You found it.  Right…there…oh god!  Don’t stop.  Don’t change.  So good, baby.  You’re doing so good for me.”

He is receptive to praise.  And the perfect learner.  Smiling even when you start creating tight circles on your clit.  You finally get to feel him.  Revel in how wide he has you split open.  Sighing when he reaches depths that have never been discovered.  His cock was angled perfectly to hit you right where you wanted him.  

It was like he was made for you.  The perfect fit.  Giving it to you like you had wanted all these years.  You didn’t mind helping him out, because it is helping you out.  And it felt oh, so good.

“Oh shit!” He grunts, pulling himself out of you as your honey squirts out of you.  “Oh shit, I hit the jackpot.”

“Do it again,” stabbing into you a few hard times, your body reacts, gushing out of you.  Your eyes clench down close at all the pleasure that you are feeling, “Again!  Oh!  Oh, yeah!  Right there, just like that.  You’ve got it.  Fuck!  Fuuuck!” He keeps on until your whole body is quivering, making a mess of the floor.  Holding still as your walls constrict around him.  Petting over your face.

“You there?” 

“Yeah.  Oh god,” you let your head fall back on the bed.  “Oh,” you let out a breathless sigh.  “Oh, that was good.  Now, can I take care of you?”

“What?” You sit up, letting his stiff cock slide out of you, and you pull him onto the bed, “Okay.  Yeah.  I like this.  Usually girls just want me to hit it from the back or…”

“Shh, James, rule number one, don’t talk about other girls fucking you when I’m about to change your life,” his eyes go large as you grip his cock, kissing and licking up his vein.  “I told you, I like tasting what you do to me.  You had me all stretched out, and now I’m going to finish you.  You want me to face you, or away from you?” 

“What’s the difference?” He gulps when you spit on his length.  Letting the saliva ooze down before you fist him.  

“Facing you, you can play with my tits you so enjoy.  Away from you, you can finger my ass.”

“Holy shit!  I can’t think.”

“You think you can sit up, and suck on my titties while I ride you?” 

“Yep,” Mace sits up, and leans against the bed frame, when you sling a leg over him.  Holding firmly onto his cock, and you slowly sink over him.  Taking the time to feel every inch and vein of his pretty cock.  Sliding down until he reaches home, and is balls deep, and you have to adjust your position, he is long.  “I get the pace.”

“Oh god,” you pant.  “You feel so good.  Now, be a good boy, and play with my tits,” he termbles, but listens.  Circling his mouth around your engorged nipples as you start to grind over him.  “The build up is so much nicer when you take your time.  Let me come on your cock like this, and I’ll really ride you.  You just let me know when you're close.  Don’t cum in me.”

“No,” he pulls off you, staring at your nipple before moving to the other.

“Where do you want it?” Circling your hips over him, he whimpers the sweetest little sound.  You could mold him to be exactly what you needed.  “You want it in my mouth?  On my tits?  You want me to finish you by giving you a boob job?  Let my tits stroke your pretty cock?  Huh?  Jamesy, what is it that you want, baby?” 

“My god, please, just fuck me.  You’re amazing.  Whatever you want.  Whatever.  You.  Ooh!” His voice goes up an octave whining when you start bouncing on him.  Laying back he watches your tits bounce in front of him.  “Perfect.  You’re perfect.  My god, your a fucking goddess.  The best.  This is…oh!  Sunshine!  Sunshine, if you don’t want me to cum in you.”

“That was quick,” you smirk, climbing off him, “Do I feel that good, baby boy?” He nods his head like an excited child.  “I feel like you want to fuck my tits.  You wanna make a mess?  I can hang off the bed and let your balls slap over me at the same time.”

“My god,” his voice is weak as he stands up, “Where do I go?” 

“Right at the edge.  Over here,” you hang your head over the bed, and bring your tits together.  “Make sure to lube them up with some spit.  Why don’t you play with my pussy while you do this?” 

He lets a drip of saliva run to your tits, and you spread it around.  Waiting for him to place his cock in between your tits, and he literally whimpers, “Fuck me,” you grunt.  “Go as fast as you want, honey,” Mace does just that.  Desperately ready to see a mess on your tits.  You don’t even care that he’s not playing with your clit.  His desperate little moans are enough for you.  

Straddling your head, his balls slap against your chest, and you want to suck on them.  You want to suck on every part of him.  He is a fast learner.  “Uh!  Uh!  Fuck!” His pretty little balls tighten up as he spurts his load in between your tits.  Slowing down his motion, before he just stands there panting.

“Why don’t you let my mouth clean you up, and you can stare at what a mess you made?” Backing up, he sees that smiling face.  A woman that looks so innocent and well put together, but you are a freak.  “Oh, Jamesy, that cock looks so pretty covered in cum.  Let me taste it.”

“You are a little cumslut, you know that?” 

“Uh huh.  Give me some time to get on birth control, and I’ll show you what a cumslut I am,” you moan as you take his whole length in your mouth.  He tasted like you and him.  Musky with a tangy sweetness.  Mace’s hand rubs over the lump in your throat; the bulge of where he was.

Distracted only when you gather some of the mess on your tits, and start rubbing it on your clit, “So this is not a one time thing?” 

You suck on his cock like a straw as you pull him out of you, finally looking at the mess on your tits, “No.  I’d prefer it if it wasn’t.”

“We…are we…is this just sex or is this a thing?” 

“You only fuck me.”

“That…it didn’t really answer my question,” he is adorable trying to figure out what exactly was going on between the two of you.  Needing a word or confirmation as to what exactly was going on.

“Let’s keep fucking, and see where it takes us.  But you only fuck me.  That cock is mine, and this cunt is all yours, sweetheart.  Now, go get me a washcloth, and let's clean up a bit, and we can snuggle.  Remember, fuck me when you want.  I have no kids tonight.  As long as I’m wet, stick it in me, and wake me up to you pounding into me.”

“Yes, ma’am.  Whatever, you say.  My little sex doll?” He asks, walking into your bathroom to gather a washcloth while you gather his cum to lick off your fingers.  “My god, you’re something else,” you cock up an eyebrow, “And I like it a lot.”

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

One time.  That’s all it took was one time of James being inside of you, and he was addicted.  You took complete control, and both of you had a better time because of it.  You showed that you were a complete freak for her man, and he was excited about it.  You told him if he was hard, and you were wet to fuck you.  Free range on your body and pleasure.

Waking up with a hard on was easy, but leaning over to see your peaceful face, he doesn’t want to.  That innocent quality was back.  He is sure that you were just bluffing.  Alcohol hadn’t been involved, but women didn’t want that.  Didn’t want to wake up to being fucked, did they?

You stir a bit in your sleep, and that perfect breast pops out from under the blanket.  Your nipples look better when they’re hard though.  He moves a bit closer to you, barely licking on the nipple before blowing cold air on it.  You are already reacting to his motions, and your little bud starts getting harder.  

“You could just suck it,” you peep open your eyes, and Mace is nearly face to face with your tit.  “I meant what I said.  Tonight, use me.  Go on,” he surprises you by pulling your leg over his hip.  Sliding his thigh in between your legs, and when you place your bare cunt on him, he moans, “I’m already wet, but you want,” your words turn into squeaks when he sinks over your tit.

His tongue flicks over your bud, while he simultaneously sucks on you.  Pulling off to let you see the swollen peak, “You think I can make it bigger?”

“Uh huh.  You think I can come without you inside of me?” 

“I’m sure you can.  Why don’t you show me,” grabbing as much of your tit as he can, he squeezes on the swell while he starts sucking on you.  Letting you grind over his thigh while he partakes.  Suckling on you like a babe that was in need of feeding.  Giving you a little nip, before he lays you back a bit more to find the other tit.  

Paying attention to the neglected one, while you move over him.  Making the prettiest sounds.  He paid so much attention to your tits, and you weren’t aware of how good it felt.  Sure that you could get off from that alone. 

“Fuck me!” You demand.  You are getting close.  “Fuck me like your whore!” 

“Come first,” he is a tease.  He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, rolling them in between his thumb and finger.  “Go on, come, and I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are.  I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as I want this time.”

“Uh huh.  Please, just fuck me.  Make me watch myself come on your cock in that mirror.”

“Oh, I will.  I’ll have you coming so hard on my cock.  I’m going to pound into your pussy.  Make you feel me for the next week.  You’ll be leaking all over my cock,” you grind down harder on Mace.  moving over him like your life depended on it when a crazy idea strikes you.  It was insane, but there were ways.

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

“It’s yours.  Cum in my cunt.  I’ll get Plan B.  Please.  Please!  Claim me!  It’s your pussy.  James!  James!” You scream out his name as your belly starts to heat up.  Ready to beg him for all he’s worth.  “James, I want to feel you in me!  There’s a drug store down the road.  Please.  Cum in my pussy, I want to see you leak out of me.”

He has never seen that.  Had never felt his seed plant deep into someone’s core.  The desire to see himself drip out of your pretty little pussy is too much to say no to.  Not to mention his aching cock at you begging for his cum.  “P-p-please!” Your cunt is so hot on his leg.  You couldn’t even think about anything else, but him.  You are on autopilot for cock and cum.  “Please!”

“Fine, you little slut,” my god.  Pleasure starts coursing through your veins at his aggression.  He flips you over to your belly, lifting you to your knees, “Show me that slut cunt,” you arch your back even more, reaching back to spread your lips apart.  “Yeah, that hole does need to be stretched and leaking, huh?  You want to be a little cumslut, I’ll let you be one.  But you’re just mine.  And I get to pump you full the rest of the night, okay?” 

“Yeah.  Yes!” One swift movement, and he had bottomed out.  Holding tightly to your hips, he starts rutting into you.  His fingers dig into your skin, and you want to remember every part of this moment.  This has always been your favorite position, and your body doesn’t take long to show him how much.  Your thick honey leaks onto your thighs, and you start going into a paradise.  Being used for pleasure, while you get your own euphoria.  

Hips slapping against your backside, and you turn into mush, body starting to drift down to the bed, “No, you don’t,” Mace grabs onto your chest, and lifts you up to his front, “You wanted to see what you looked like.  Look at my little filthy slut.  You know you’ve already covered my cock in your cream?  You are a dirty little cockslut that wants me to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, hmm?” 

Your eyes roll back into your head, but Mace gives you a bit of a slap to your cheek, “I want you to watch yourself.  Look at how you are letting me use you.  Look at how you're reacting.  How your body is recoiling with every fuck into you I make.  Those pretty tits are just bouncing.  Ahaha!” Mace starts laughing as you spurt juices around his cock.

“Sloppy little thing.  You like being talked to like this?” 

“Uh huh.  James…fuck…harder!”

He smiles at your reflection, and grabs both of your tits.  Using them as reins as he drives into your wet heat.  This is what you are talking about.  You wouldn’t care if he threw you around.  He is using you so well, and you enjoy watching it happen.  Seeing your eyes glazed over and high off orgasms.  

“You got me in a fucking vice grip.  Can you come with me?  I’m almost there.  I’m right there.  Keep…keep squeezing.  Yes!  Fuck yes!” Warmth shoots into your hole, and you start going limp, but Mace keeps fucking it even deeper into you.  He was a crazed man at finally feeling a hole drenched in his cum.  His cock draws out of you, covered in both of your creams.  “Fuck yes!  Fuck yes!”

Letting your body drop to the bed, where he still keeps using you.  Like a boy who had just lost his virginity, and didn’t know when to stop so he overstimulates himself.  Hunching into you like it is his job.  Like he’s going to get a grade.  A solid growl exits his mouth.  “Fuck yes!  Fuck…fuck!”

“Mmm,” you tilt your head, watching him with a dopey smile.  He is needy, but when his need is you, it didn’t matter, “Jamesy, you’re fucking me so deep.  Oh, I feel you in my belly.  How does my hole filled with your cum look?” 

“Oh.  Oh…I can look?” 

“Yeah.  I want you to see how you got me gaping, and filled up.  Go on,” panting he pulls his softening cock out of you, and you get back on your knees.  A hand goes underneath you, and you pull your lips apart, “You ready, baby boy?” 

His head nods rapidly, and you start pushing out his cum.  The hot liquid starts to trickle out of your abused hole, and James is mesmerized, “That’s all you,” you moan, starting to finger yourself.  “That’s all of it, you,” letting yourself drop on your back, you start sucking on your fingers that are covered in him.  “Mmm.  Mmm!” 

“How long does birth control take to kick in?” 

Your eyes flutter open, and you try to sit up.  Sore didn’t even touch how you really felt.  A deep ache was inside of you.  It has been years since you have felt all that.  Your hand cups your mound, and you wince.  You had maybe one good more fuck in you, but the bed was empty.  It was good enough.  

Mace probably had somewhere he needed to be.  If that’s all you had of him, it would be enough.  He made sure that you would feel him for a while.  You take a glance over to the clock, it was too early and too late.  A missed call from Casey’s phone with a sweet voicemail from Mirabelle to inform you of their arrival to the park.  

“Uh,” you fully sit up in the bed, and look at your reflection, “You look and feel like a whore,” you tell yourself laughing.  “Son of a bitch,” twisting your head to the side, you look at your body, before struggling to get out of the bed.  

Hickies are all down your neck, and down your chest.  Nipples looked a bit darker, and bruised.  Your thighs sting, and you even had hand and fingerprint bruises all over your body, “I did tell him to use me.  Oh god,” you try to pop your neck, stretching as much as your body allows.  It was tender, but it felt so good.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

“Oh my god,” wrapping an arm around your chest, and covering your twat, you spin around, “James?” 

“Yeah.  I don’t know why you’re bothering covering yourself.  Pretty sure I have licked and fucked everything possible.”

“What are you doing here?” 

“I had an amazing night last night, and I was hoping to continue it this morning, but I know you had to be hungry.  I was.  I’m not the best cook, so I went to the closest place here, it’s McDonald's.  I didn’t know what you would like, so I kinda got one of everything on the menu, and coffee.  Do you like coffee?” 

“You…I thought you…you came back?” 

Mace walks his giant bag of food, and drink carrier of coffee over to the bed, and walks to your closet, throwing any random dress over to you, “There.  Have breakfast in bed with me.  I fed the dog before I left, too.  And yes, I came back.  We had fun.  Yes, you told me that your cunt was mine, and my cock was yours, but I meant what I said.”

“And what was that?  I did,” you look away.  It is silly with how intimate you two had been, but the heat in your cheeks was letting you know how shocked you were to see him.  “You kinda fucked me a bit dumb last night.  I don’t know if I remember what you said.”

Mace chuckles, reaching into the bag for a hash brown, “Glad to be of service.  I meant what I told you before the sex.  I’m in.  Sex is fun and fine, but I’ve never been a just sex kinda guy.”

“What does that mean?” The coffee feels amazing running down your throat.  Even that is raw.  You are need of hydration.  You lost a lot of liquid last night.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you.  What time do the kids get back?” 

“It’ll be late tonight.  They always bounce over to Magic Kingdom and watch the fireworks.”

“I’d like to take you to an early dinner then.  We went a bit backwards.  Fucking before a date, but we had a connection, and…I’m okay with putting on the brakes.  You needed that last night, and so did I.  I’m in.  I want to date you.  I can’t just walk away from you, and…I found a girl who is a bit of an at home teacher.  She just got out of school, and she said she can come over to your house three days a week.”

“Thanks, but…you can’t…well, I don’t know how this works.  I wouldn’t…but I already have, and…”

“Sunshine, please, tell me what you're thinking,” Mace places a calming hand on your knee.  It is soothing, comforting.  You hadn’t ever had a partner with Mirabelle, but it is definitely too soon for that.  But this man had found a teacher for her.

“It wasn’t my plan to have my kids involved, but they already are, and…I don’t know how to do this.”

“Well…we can keep doing what we were doing.  Maybe on nights that Casey and Will have the kids, we have our time.  If you have a teacher with Mirabelle…I get lunch breaks.  Do you?” 

Biting at your lip, you reach for his biscuit, and take a bite, “Are you asking for a quickie on the job?” 

“I was actually asking about a little chat in the grove.  But if you want to wet my dick, I will not argue.  It doesn’t have to be sex.  I like you.  I like your kids, in a not creepy way.  I think Benning kinda likes me, and Mirabelle, I know she does.”

“So…we’re dating?” Leaning a bit closer to you, Mace nods his head with a smile.  “Are we still having sex while we’re dating, or are we stopping that all together?” 

“I’ll tell you what, when your birth control kicks in, we’ll go back to sex.  Speaking of which, I went ahead and bought Plan B, and some condoms.  I’m not pushing you or anything, I just think it’s best to be better prepared.  But I think slowing down and getting to really know each other sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah.  I do, too,” he is surprising.  He wanted you, but not just your body.  He enjoyed spending time with you.  The fact that the introduction to your kids already happened, and was decently successful made you even more comfortable.

“And I thought you might need a break, sorry for the bruises.”

“I’m not,” he looks down at your lap, his cheeks flushing a bright red.  “I like being manhandled from time to time.”

“Well, you still need a break.  Maybe we can pick out the things Mirabelle needs for her home learning?  Or just watch a movie.”

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

“Me, too,” you didn’t know both was an option.  “And I really need some water.  I’m parched, and famished.”

“Ahh, got you a water bottle beside your bed along with some aspirin.  You can’t live on greasy breakfast food, and coffee alone.”

This was new.  It was fun.  And it was interesting.  But mostly it was comfortable.  Too easy even, but you aren’t going to deny yourself that.  It was a relief not having to be alone another day.  Saturday’s were usually for cleaning up the house, and washing clothes, but you didn’t have to do it alone.  You had company, and one that you enjoyed spoiling and taking care of.  Judging by the McDonald’s and drugstore run, he did, too.  And you were going to let him.

Next

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @missusbarnes-rogers @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @elrw24 @midnightramyeoncravings @midnightramyeoncravings @maroonsunrise83​ @resurrectedlily​

[krirebr]

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Mace really doesn't want to do this, but your happiness is at stake, so he swallows his pride and knocks on Lloyd's door.

"Enter," Lloyd shouts. Mace walks in and Lloyd's eyes widen in surprise. "Mace! How the hell have you been? I thought you said you'd never work with me ever again!"

Mace grits his teeth, "I'm calling in my favor."

Lloyd's eyebrows raise, "oh this is serious. Let me get the good brandy and you tell me what you need."

🍟🍟🍟🍟

You feel dead on your feet as you finally get home. Lou is already complaining to you about how slow you're being. It takes you a while to realize that Mace isn't home. You send him a text as you walk Lou, asking him if he's okay.

He messages you that he's working late. Something about an old work buddy and a breakthrough project. You shrug it off as something too technical for your tired brain to process.

When he finally does get home, you're already asleep. He gives Lou a handful of treats to keep her from waking you up as he lays down. Tomorrow you'll wake up and find that your company has been bought out. The next day, you'll find out about your promotion, better pay with a lot less work. And, hopefully, for the rest of your life, you'll be a lot less stressed.

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-Zombie

@thezombieprostitute My incredibly sweet friend!! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you!!!

And Mace, my love!!! Sacrificing a bit of his sanity, I'm sure, and his one last favor to make me happy. 🥰😭🥰 And what a perfect way to do it!! Seriously, Zombie, you've got me feeling all warm and fuzzy tonight. Thank you so much for this really lovely gift!! 💜💜

[beatrice-otter]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

@whetstonefires tagged me! 17 was missing, and I searched for the meme and found one that had a question 17, so it's back!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

256! But that's going back 18 years, so it's an average of a little over 14 fics per year.

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

1,245,329. Which works out to an average of 4900 words per fic, or 69k words/year. Respectable, solid, but I know a lot of people who've written more.

Oh! But there are a couple of podfics in there, which probably skews the words-per-work a bit.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Uh. A quick count gives me 112 fandoms on my AO3 page, so ... a lot. I regularly write for Yuletide, and I'm polyfannish, so. A lot. I used to be big into Stargate SG-1, so I've written a lot of that but not recently. Other top fandoms include Battlestar Galactica, Buffy, various DC fandoms, various Star Trek and Star Wars fandoms, Babylon 5, Terminator (especially the Sarah Connor Chronicles), the Vorkosiverse, the Goblin Emperor, and Rivers of London.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Past Lives (a stalled WIP that is a Star Wars time travel fixit starring Finn)

Lieutenant Bennet's Visit (Temeraire/P&P with Bennet as an aviator)

Darcy's Surprise (sequel to the above fic)

Revenge of the Zillo Beast (Star Wars, Anakin-and-Mace-Windu Groundhog Day AU)

Far Above Rubies (P&P AU, Marry Bennet marries Mr. Collins and is quite happy)

5. do you respond to comments?

Yup! Or, at least, the ones that are more than an emoji or "second kudos!" I value those too, it's just ... what would I say?

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to go in for angsty endings. But, as it happens, I did write an ending lately that was fairly dark.

Fertile Ground, Battlestar Galactica, Simon only bothered to continue the fertility experiments because the others demanded it. Things are different on New Caprica. Warnings for canon-typical ... everything

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

How would one even judge? I have 256 fics, most of which have positive endings of one sort or another.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not really? Or, at least, it's probably happened sometime in the last 18 years, but I just deleted it and forgot about it. I am very lucky, I know other writers who've gone through hell.

9. do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope!

10. do you write crossovers?

I love crossovers! AO3 thinks I have 38, but a few of those aren't really crossovers, just different corners of the same universe, and one of them is the work that combines most of my Twisting the Hellmouth crossover drabbles into one drabble collection. (The ones where I had several drabbles in a sequence to tell a longer story, I separated out to each be their own fic.) Anyway, it averages out to about two a year, although I have not written as many in the last few years as I did earlier in my fic writing career. Most recently, I have:

A Spy on the Golden State Train (Miss Fisher/Agent Carter gen)

Undiscovered Stars (Star Trek/Star Wars, Lando Calrissian/James T. Kirk)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh, sure, there have been a couple of times people have put some of my fics on those skeevy for-profit websites that pop up every now and again.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Twice! Both times into Russian. Though oddly enough, none of my Vorkosiverse fics have been translated into Russian. There is a very large and active Russian fandom for the Vorkosigan saga, so if I were going to predict which of my fics would be translated into Russian, it would be those. But no, the two that were translated are a DS9 fic, and a Doctor Who/Mary Poppins crossover.

Тридцать четвертое правило by Lazurit (The 34th Rule, DS9)

Завтра ветер переменится by Kollega (A Change in the Wind, DW/Mary Poppins)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

That's tough to answer. Does it include the ones that I abandoned, say, 15 years ago and haven't thought of since? I don't tend to post WIPs because I don't like them hanging over me.

Probably Hello, Piccadilly, Hello, Leicester Square, a Wonder Woman post-movie fic about Diana trying to figure out how to live in Man's World. I had a really great hook--they pass Diana off as a war bride--but no real idea where to go from there. Which is why it stalled out after only two chapters.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings and action. I am not good at writing either of them. The thing I am most likely to need a beta's help with is whether or not an ending feels like an ending or if I need to wrap things up better, and if so, what do I need to do to wrap things up. And action bores me, and it's really hard to write something that bores you, so I try to avoid needing to write it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't speak any other languages, so I wouldn't do it! Unless maybe I had someone who had already volunteered to translate for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stargate SG-1! It was a spitefic that I wrote because I was so annoyed by all the Broca AUs. "The Broca Divide" was an episode where they all turn into cavepeople, and as part of it Sam Carter kisses her commanding officer, Jack O'Neill, who then takes her to the infirmary before succumbing to the infection himself. There were a ton of fics about that where they have sex instead and she gets pregnant, and afterwards she keeps the baby and they get married and everything is fine and the team stays together and nobody cares about fraternization or anything.

(There were a LOT of Sam/Jack fics out there where like the President or whoever would call them up and say "oh, you're in love? awesome! we'll just waive all the regulations about having a romantic relationship with someone in your chain of command because you're so extra special and awesome. Which really annoyed me.)

Anyway, I got annoyed enough to write a fic where they sleep together as cavepeople and she gets pregnant and things are not fine, actually, there are consequences to it.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

lol

I can never figure out my favorite anything. If you give me five options, I could maybe narrow it down to the top two. Out of 256? You have got to be kidding me.

Tagging @tielan, @alexseanchai, @mihrsuri, @birdylion, @anghraine

[ittlest-littlest-rat]

I have this ‘Fic Idea’ list I started a while back and I thought ‘man I might as well post these.’ It’s a multifandom garbage heap, take want you want? Good luck deciphering them cause I sure can’t oops

(if anything looks like a fic you have already seen 1- I might have gotten the idea from there 2- post the name/author in the comments I love finding new things to read :))

The List:

- [ ] Team red fic from Wades perspective <Marvel- Deadpool, Daredevil, Spider-Man>

- [ ] Team red fic from Matt’s perspective <Marvel- Deadpool, Daredevil, Spider-Man>

- [ ] Daredevil from Foggys perspective <Marvel- Daredevil>

- [ ] ‘Mace and Scalpel’- with Jason as Mace and Tim as Scalpel <Batman- Red Hood, Red Robin>

- [ ] Danny phantom gets adopted (marvel- adult Peter Parker?) (reverse?) (Matt Murdock and foggy?) <Danny Phantom, Marvel- Spider-Man, Daredevil>

- [ ] Outside pov of red hood and crime alley- maybe after hood gets beat near to death by Batman <Batman- Red Hood>

- [ ] Shield agent at stark industries after shield files were dropped. (Maybe retired, maybe active?) <Marvel- Iron Man>

- [ ] Spooderman Ned pov (college maybe?) (don’t fanboy don’t fanboy. ‘OMG YOURE [blank]!!’ Dang it) <Marvel- Spider-Man>

- [ ] Danny gets powers as baby. Shenanigans ensue <Danny Phantom>

- [ ] Outside POV of Danny at Casper highschool. Sam and Tucker rule with an iron fist and care deeply for their spooky friend. Danny is legit a Cryptid and Sam/Tucker will Murder anyone who tells him so bby boi is oblivious <Danny Phantom>

- [ ] Miles morales Uncle Sam Wilson (maybe friends of dad from army?) <Marvel- Avengers, Spiderverse>

- [ ] 00Q from the perspective of a Q-minion <James Bond>

- [ ] Outside POV- Mycroft’s driver <Sherlock Homes>

- [ ] Harry Potter wants to be a Pilot and by God (Merlin?) he is going to be one. Even if that mean figuring out how to make electronics work with magic. <Harry Potter>

- [ ] Izukus super duper plan to reform the hero commission and Japan law system as a whole. <My Hero Academia>

- [ ] Lucky abrums YouTube channel <Blood Battlefront Blockade>

- [ ] Hawks and the HPSC (gaslighting guilt tripping manipulation- hawks too smart n recognizes but still hard) hawks doesn’t know his own bday- all bite, no bark. Won’t fight for self, but will kill for others. <My Hero Academia>

- [ ] Snape ends up adopting Harry after parents are killed <Harry Potter>

- [ ] Bank teller in queens tells bank robbers to fuck off while Spider-Man/daredevil watches on in horror, dp is delighted and might just propose on the spot <Marvel- Deadpool, Daredevil, Spider-Man>

- [ ] Shawn Spencer, Gus takes care of all financials. Explore childhood? Case involving past trauma and how Shawn deals with it and how it reminds him of his childhood <Psych>

- [ ] Tim works at (print shop? Coffee shop?) does bat watch at night. (tweets? Or podcast? Radio?) keeps trying to dodge the bats. Got disowned by his parents when they found a gay flag or does this on the side under alt ident? Parents sold their house and went off the radar without telling Tim (he runs so he doesn’t go in the system and is presumed missing/dead with his parents) <Batman- Red Robin>

- [ ] Danny is justice league darks resident teen hero, billy and Danny are best bros after realized ‘oh same shit different age’ John Constantine watches on in horror going ‘oh no now I have two kids to watch why does god test me like this’ <Danny Phantom, DC- Justice League Dark>

- [ ] Tumblr baby batwatch vague posting about random unsettling shit (think crow au) <Batman- Red Robin>

- [ ] Bats are hiding something from Dick. He just got off a long mission (undercover?) and had to be on edge the entire time. Turns out it’s a surprise party and mans has literally no sense of time. <Batman- Nightwing>

- [ ] Loke from fairy tail- slowly dying. Regulus is a power he is not supposed to have (think stars- regulus is a grouping of four(?) stars- more power? Or like that papa-logia AU where mans is literally a god of some sort). It’s the only reason he’s lived as long as he has. Maybe he doesn’t go back to star-realm and wants to be free, even if that means in death.<Fairy Tale>

- [ ] Harry Potter is a bank thief. Maybe got dropped in another world? Maybe got a taste of thievery when robbing goblin bank? Or just the world’s smallest terror ruining all of Dumbledores plans by going ‘oh most secure bank huh? Bet.’ in his first diagon ally trip and completely ignoring the dark lord problem <Harry Potter>

- [ ] Tim drake reborn as Izuku (nezu LOVES him) Might work better with a dark!Batman world leading to a very traumatized boi who takes one☝️look at Aizawa and goes ‘oh god I’ve already fucked up three sets of parents (drakes, Bruce, inko) ain’t no way I’m letting it happen again.’ Def vigilante fic and he does NOT want to go to UA which makes Nezu a little feral but guess what? NO ONE can out-feral Tim ‘Oops-my-spleen’ Drake <My Hero Academia, Batman- Red Robin>

- [ ] Person get truck-kun’d into full metal alchemist, promptly goes ‘fuck this’ and GTFOs. Sends a letter to maes cause that’s their blorbo. <Fullmetal Alchemist>

[krirebr]

Oh man. These two!!

I hope they're able to continue this slow inching towards each other, otherwise that house must feel so empty. I'm glad omega, at least, is finding some friendship and community in the neighborhood.

It's always exciting to find a good Mace fic. Thank you!

Mine

Part of the 20s challenge

Pairing: Alpha!James Mace x Omega!reader (grumpy Mace + sweet shy reader)

Quote: "Welp... looks like this is it. How do you wanna do this?"

Trope: A/B/O + grumpy x Sunshine

Tags/warnings: angsty fluffiness,, this is set up, reader is trying to win him over

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or put through an AI machine.

Summary: Science has paved the way for mates to find each other by studying scents. However, this has led to mates being forced together as soon as possible to help with the declining birthrate, economy and housing.

That doesn't mean Mace has to like it.

A/N: you know. I thought when I came to tumblr I would never write an A/B/O fic and here we are. It took seven months to break me. You win this round Tumblr.

A/N 2: I've accidentally made an AU. So I've split this fic into two parts :)

20s Masterlist | Masterlist | Neighbourhood AU

"Welp... looks like this is it. How do you wanna do this?"

Mace made an uncertain grumble looking up at the house he'd been sent to. Government initiatives, threats of fines, loss of work - effecting omegas more than anyone else. All because some scientist made a breakthrough on scents.

At least they helped to pay for new housing. He didn't like being here. He wanted to be at home. In work. Not with some omega he didn't even choose.

He doubted that this whole scent breakthrough was true. A sudden scientific breakthrough? Please. He knew they took time and study. Which meant it was either faked or they'd been sitting on it for years. Which was the bigger conspiracy?

Declining birth rates were one thing but shipping unbonded omegas across the country to an alpha they'd never met, in the hopes of creating a baby boom was downright disgusting. Mace shuddered. Not that alphas had much of a choice either.

His name, bloodwork, medical files, you name it were in the NASA database. A government database. Any alpha that was single or unbonded or matched against their will and some, like Mace, had been moved from his home to meet his new omega in a newly built cul-de-sac of town homes. It was an initiative and incentive - a big three bedroom home, large kitchen and garden... the only thing it was missing was the white picket fence.

He knew what some alphas were like. He knew omegas didn't have a lot of say about what happened to them but still. Surely someone, somewhere, had to know this whole thing was wrong.

Mace realises you're waiting on him to respond and he sighs. "May as well get moved in. You can pick the room you like most."

You nod. "I've checked some of the brochures. Apparently the beach is only a forty minute drive away. We could-"

"You can go on your own time." Mace huffs, picking up a moving box. You seemed sweet enough with your big, pretty eyes that followed his every movement but you were also a stranger and seemingly okay with this new incentive to have him... Mace frowns the thought away.

"Okay." You say quietly, picking up one of your boxes and tailing him inside the house.

And so begins your new life together.

Mace had told you in no uncertain terms that you would not be sleeping in the same room. That hurt; you were supposed to be true mates. But! You supposed he needed time to adjust and get to know you, so it eased the ache in your heart just a tad.

Mace had been kind enough to let you choose which of the three bedrooms you wanted for yourself first. You didn't have many belongings as you'd come from a small government-funded apartment, so it made sense for you to take the smallest bedroom in your mind.

The bedroom was unpainted but the bed Mace had ordered for you was already set up and made. Your heart fluttered. You knew it. Your alpha was just a grump. He would have to warm up to you and you would do everything in your power to win him over.

You brought your belongings up stairs to your new room, mentally mapping what furniture you'd like to squeeze in, if you'd like a carpet or rug. You're in a daydream when you wander into the kitchen and spot Mace, leaning against the counter with his arms folded, looking at his feet with a frown.

His biceps are thick and they strain as he crosses them and you swallow thickly before turning your focus to the cupboards in search of glasses.

"Want a water?" You ask, finding the glasses on your third attempt and tugging out two.

"Yeah. Thanks." He grumbles and you can feel his eyes on you as you fill the glasses and you suppress a shiver. When you pass him the glass of water, your fingers brush his and it feels electric. The airs on your arms stand on end and warmth blossoms in your chest; you want to chirp and brush your lips against his.

But you don't.

You want to give him time. You don't realise that Mace can tell by your body language, and by your small pout, that you're trying not to overstep; and he appreciates it greatly. Even though he's not thoroughly convinced you're doing it for the right reasons.

"We'll order take out tonight." He says as you sip your water. "We'll have a busy few weeks getting...settled. I have a work deadline too, so..."

He trails and you nod. His work was important to him. You'd asked about it on the drive to the new home.

The rest of the day was spent unpacking until food was delivered and you both sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence as a random movie you'd picked sounded in the background of your eating. You couldn't remember the last time you tasted food like this. You'd been eating what you could at your apartment, never really being able to afford take out.

It's why you signed up to the Match Mate programme. Finding your mate was a childhood dream of yours but the handsome allowance the government offered anyone that signed up had won you over. You wondered if Mace should know that about you. That you weren't entirely doe-eyed and naieve. But he seemed indifferent towards you right now and if that changed; was there any point in telling him?

The first week with Mace flies by. Between unpacking and daydreaming of decorating such a large house, you'd been scoping out the area you lived in.

First, you'd made the rounds to the neighbours. Most of the homes were either empty or awaiting new residents but thankfully some were already occupied. Directly opposite your home was another couple who'd signed up for the program; one female alpha and her male omega who followed behind her like a lost puppy.

"Hi," you'd greeted when you'd spotted them getting their mail. "I'm Y/N I just moved in across the street with my alpha Mace."

The alpha female grins at you and gives her name before introducing her mate. "My shadow here is Jake."

Jake, a blond haired omega with round glasses and a goatee beams. You're grateful that he's not in the same position you are with your alpha. You exchange numbers and Jake informs you that, while the community is currently small, there is a community centre fifteen minutes down the street opposite the park where the omegas meet for coffee mornings on occasion.

"There's only four of us so far. Alphas have their own, of course but..." he checks to make sure his alpha isn't paying attention and lowers his voice. "You know what they can be like."

You laugh and have to agree before saying your goodbyes and moving on to the next house. Thankfully, your new neighbours had told you which were occupied and which weren't so it had made your journey easier.

The next neighbour was a family pack, who'd greeted you hurriedly as they ushered kids into the car on the drive.

The other occupied house, two doors up from your home on the same side of the street had two fancy cars in the drive. You almost rapped on the face of the omega at the door as he flung it open, clearly in the middle of storming out of the house.

He glowered, growled, and continued on past you as an alpha woman appeared with another alpha, this time a man, behind her.

"Ransom! Wait!"

You stood very awkwardly at the bottom of the steps as the omega now known as Ransom fumed his way down the street.

"Um, I should-"

Both alphas turn their gaze to you and you shrink immediately before the woman sighs and gives you a weary smile. Clearly, this is a normal occurrence for her.

"Are you the new neighbour?" She asks softly and you nod your head wide eyed. The man behind her scoffs.

"Cute." He comments before shuffling out the door. "I'll go get Ranny boy."

"Lloyd-" The alpha woman sighs when the other man gets into one of the cars, slamming the door shut before she can finish her sentence. She sighs again, giving you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, you seem to have caught us at a bad time."

"I... it's okay. I'm sorry for..." you don't really know what your sorry for, other than causing her unnecessary embarassment but she does look like she's about to cry. "Do you want to come on and walk with me? I'm trying to find my way around."

She blinks at you and her sad gaze cracks a smile. "Sure."

You had texted Mace you'd be gone and he'd only given you a thumbs up in response. Your new friend, who told you to call her Cookie, walked you to some of the more important places that Jake had mentioned like the grocery store, community centre and the doctor's office.

You could tell she was clearly affected by whatever had happened between her and the two men that had disappeared but you didn't want to pry. Cookie bought you a coffee and apologised for what felt like the fifth time for Ransom's behaviour.

"I just... that jealous streak." She shakes her head. "I dont know what I'm going to do."

"That doesn't sound great." You concede, sipping your latte. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

"It's fine." She waves a hand dismissively and then groans. "God, it's not even your first week here and I'm unloading my problems onto you. Sorry. Ignore me."

You shake your head with a reassuring smile. "I promise it's okay. It's a nice distraction."

She snorts. "Not all sunshine and rainbows at your neck of the woods either?"

You look at your feet as you walk along the cement. "My alpha is... grumpy." You start carefully. "I'm not pushy and it's still early days, but he doesn't seem to want anything to do with me."

Cookie raises her eyebrow at you before puffing a breath. "I've heard that with this program that it's a... difficult adjustment for both. Being ripped away from friends and family, moving is stressful enough without all of that. Plus... you're still a stranger to him."

Cookie looks sympathetic, slowing to a stop outside her home. "You made the right choice by giving him space." She says, before looking thoughtful. "Try making him dinner or something. That sometimes works with Ran."

You nod and grin appreciatively. "Thank you! I will. And let me know how it goes with Ran and Lloyd."

Cookie looks deflated but still manages a smile. "Thank you, Sunshine. Welcome to the neighbourhood."

The following morning you surprise Mace with breakfast. You'd woken up early to make pancakes with compote and cream, Cookie had happily shared Ransom's recipe with you the night before.

When Mace appears, he looks...indifferent. You'd hoped he'd look surprised but he raked his hand through his long hair and eyed the mess of the kitchen.

"Been busy?" He asks coolly. You offer up a shy smile and Mace thinks the Earth stands still when you speak.

"I made you breakfast." You gesture to the plate piled high with pancakes, compote and a very large dollop of whipped cream.

Mace's heart is racing. His stomach feels funny; he's hungry and feels like he might throw up. God, when did he last have homemade pancakes?

He moves towards the chair and sits down, taking the fork to skewer some pancake. He contains a sigh of delight as the pancake dances on his tongue; thick, fluffy syrupy goodness with the tang of the compote to offset the sweetness. It's perfect.

He's aware that you're hovering and peeks up. "Where's your food?" He grumbles, shoving pancake into his mouth. "We can sit together."

"I haven't made it yet." You say simply with a shrug. "Just in case you didn't like the pancakes and I needed to make something else."

Mace stops eating immediately. "What-wh- ugh." He snaps before reigning in his temper. You were being too nice. Too sweet. Too damn perfect.

"Come here," he gestured to the seat beside him and you obeyed, taking a seat next to him. You looked so incredibly cute that, under different circumstances, Mace probably would have smothered you with kisses, but seeing your worried expression - he sighed instead. Annoyance bubbled again, but he swallowed it down. He knew he had to make an effort too. He picked up some pancake and compote onto his fork, and held it out to you, just under your nose.

You blink at the fork then at him before taking a tentative bite. You hum in delight and chew the delicious concoction you'd made and Mace allows for a ghost of a smile to appear on his lips. You, on the other hand, are enjoying the closeness he'd granted you. A small win.

"We can share. Then if you're still hungry, make yourself a snack." He tells you, taking another forkful. "These are good by the way. Thank you."

The way your eyes sparkled back at him, the rosyness of your cheeks, made his heart stammer for a moment.

You were becoming harder and harder to resist each with each day that passed.

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Written: June 22 2020

AU: Sunshine/The Martian crossover, set in Sunshine. Honestly it’s just an excuse to put these two together in a fic cause I love both of these movies. James Mace (Chris Evans) and Chris Beck (Sebastian Stan). You don’t necessarily need to have seen either of them. But it’s totally recommended

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

Summary: Takes place during the events of the movie Sunshine. Icarus II has failed to deliver the bomb to reignite the Sun. The reader meets James Mace, and his best friend Chris Beck.

The repurposed mall, The Fire Pit, was crowded tonight. Even more so, the bar within was more of a community drinking spot than the sports tavern it was currently decorated as. In the far corner, away from more people wandering in, were two men. One sat chomping on a toothpick, laid back in the uncomfortable wooden chair with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Blue eyes honed on the television softly reciting the news for the third time today. The other, a brunette, was held up by the smooth table nursing his drink as he carefully glanced from his friend back to the television.

Another batch of crops had successfully been harvested from underground farms. Along with the possibility of feeding the masses, news rolled in about the unusual amount of snow the Sahara Desert had received. James leaned forward, elbows on the tops of his knees as his eyes drifted to the floor and his spirit commanded that the Sun wait just a few more seconds. 

It had to work, he thought. James looked back up to the monitor in time to see the scroll at the bottom of the presenter. The woman’s face paused mid sentence as she received instructions through her ear piece.

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

James’ mind went blank as he read the scroll, this time without interruption. Chris Beck put down his drink and bumped his knuckles into James’ shoulder.

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

James felt a warmth near him. Not his half-buzzed best friend Chris, but another, closer.  He pried his eyes off the monitor to see a woman slowly staring at the news as she walked. She wasn’t watching her footing, nor paying much mind to the fact she was about to drop a tray full of empty glasses on top of him. 

He grabbed her wrist gently and stood. “Easy there.” he said. 

She turned to him, eyes wide with her lips slightly parted in shock. He looked over this stranger and decided to help her instead of hearing her process the concerning news.

“Let me get this for you,” he softly implored. James glanced back at Chris with concern. He then turned back to you and gently took the tray.  “Show me where it goes? Come on,” he added while jerking his head to the double doors at the back of the bar.

You nodded, still dazed about the news and began to walk, James followed. Passing through the silent crowd dotted with the occasional curse you didn’t bother to look, you concentrated on the exit.

You swung open the double doors, never looking back at the man who had relieved you of the burden. You strode over to the sink, hunched over and wretched into the silver basin. Quickly you grabbed at the dangling, high pressure faucet and swept away any evidence of your troubles.

“You okay?” said the man, sitting the tray down near the sink. 

Deep in thoughts about the end of the world, you jumped at his voice and then leaned back against the sink. He turned his head back to the double doors still swinging slightly before he spoke again. “It’s a lot to take in.” he said, looking back at you.

“It’s over. The world..it’s over…” you started to breathe heavy. “..we’re all going to freeze to death..I-”

“Hey,” the man walked over to you, crossing the grimy kitchen floor. “It’s not over until every plan has been used.”

You grabbed at your chest praying that your heart would return to a normal pace, but it didn’t. Squeezing your eyes tight you thought of the Sun. You remembered the hottest summer, how the rays beat down upon the land and your skin. The warmth of the memory spilled into the sensation of two hands on your arms.

“I’m James,” he said under his breath. You responded by lifting your head. From under the brim of his cap your watery eyes met his. “ James Mace. And I’m the engineer for Icarus II.”

2054 

James committed to being on time for once. He passed stores turned into spots for cold travelers to grab food and heat. He ignored the smells of food, roaring fires and the voices of people raised in song in a few of the old stores. 

He wanted to see you. He had even dreamed of you the night before. Of course he would never tell you what it was. He kept the memory of you dressed in a wedding dress private. Besides, who gets married at a time like this anyway? He wanted the sun to shine upon your skin, see the rays play through your curls, and enjoy the heat soaking into you with his lips pressed to yours. 

Chris bumped his shoulder as James stopped short of walking into the book shop turned miniature library. He was off in his thoughts again, Chris took note and pointed at you through the large window. 

Your new gig, one where you felt that some good was being done, James watched you mouth the words to the book you held in your hands. Children sat gathered around, on the floor as you read in hushed tones with animated gestures. 

Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked a few steps forward. He too watched you, smitten with the kindness in your eyes and the ease you had when dealing with the young. He was glad there were still people on this ice cold planet still capable of warmth.

The two men made their way into the library, Chris broke off toward the old travel section he frequented often when he came here. James, lingered by the door as he gradually wound around toward the sound of your voice.

“Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. She never returned to the home of the three bears.”

You shut the book and stared at the faces of the children. And with a kind smile, and then crinkled your nose playfully. “Was it a good one?” you asked.

Toboggans bobbed back and forth with muffled gloved clapping from the kids. Their parents came to collect them one by one as you began to pick up the blankets from the floor. 

A few kids lingered, taking their pick of the slices of dehydrated apples, peaches, and each took a handful of  raisins. James glanced at them before his eyes landed on you. Bundled up tight he could still see your curves, a smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he remembered the warmth of your legs around his hips.

“Finished for the day?” he asked. James stood behind, wrapped his arms around your waist as you tossed the last folded blanket on to the pile. “Ya.” you said shortly and then leaned back in his hold. 

Four years in and he still had the best hugs, you thought while your fingers caressed the tops of his hands. James turned you around and held your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands. He smelled like ozone and a mix of sweat and technology that engulfed your sense of smell. You didn’t mind. It was almost a comfort by this point. 

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled. 

“Wanna grab a bite?” he mumbled, and pulled back.

Chris rounded the corner holding a floppy magazine with the mountains sprawled across it. “I’m taking this.” he said while waving it shortly in the air. 

“I think some of the back-up crew would get a kick out of it.” he continued. He flipped through it while walking towards both you and James. 

“There’s a whole article about hiking. God, I haven’t been around a tree that wasn’t covered in snow in--” he paused and looked at James. “Well, forever..”

 “You’re going to make them sad with that.” you said and stepped away from James to finish picking up the small pillows. “Nobody wants to be reminded about what was..” 

“Maybe,” added Chris, who joined you in helping with the pillows. “But it helps to remember why we are doing this. Right?” he asked. Chris dropped the magazine on the table near you. 

“The crew will see it and they’ll think about it.” he continued. 

You waved him off. “Is the grim reaper coming with us too?” you asked James with a crooked smile. 

“Hell, no.” Chris laughed and scooped up the magazine. “I got a date.” He started walking slowly backwards. “Besides, I hear this one is going to cook for you.” He made a cutting motion at the base of his neck. 

“Don’t eat it if it’s that re-hydrated pork roast.” he said with a chuckle. “Shit is like eating a boot.”

James’ didn’t try to excuse his cooking. He just grabbed your hand while the two of you followed Chris out of the library.

It was a given that James would be the one to initiate the inevitable. After the bust that was dinner, he pressed in toward you, across a palette of blankets to kiss you. He ignored the sliced bread, jar of peanut butter as he held you close. “You’re a terrible cook.” you giggled and struggled to finish the bit in your mouth.

James snuggled in closer next to you and pulled the half eaten sandwich out of your hand. “You ate something didn’t you?” Slick and adept, his fingers angled down the front of your leggings.

“You’re an engineer!” you yelped and then sank back into the pile of pillows. “Aren’t--” you gasped as his fingers rubbed quickly over your clit. “..you supposed to be great at figuring out how shit works?”

James’ swished the plates along with the jar and bread out of the way with his leg. He managed to shuffle off his shirt with only a few seconds of pause from swirling around your core. James’ pushed up your shirt and pulled down one side of your bra. 

“I know how you work,” he whispered and sucked up one of your nipples. James’ hand left your slit as he maneuvered himself between your legs. He slid off the leggings in one motion, urgently he leaned forward and removed your sweater and shirt. 

The heaters in the apartment blasted but still there was cold, seeping in from below and above, you shivered. James’ took notice and while pulling off the rest of his clothes he grabbed the thick, thermal blanket. He floated back on top of you, surrounding you and him with the heavy quilt. 

“Better?” he asked with a drawl in his pitch, and without waiting for your answer he was inside of you. 

Spreading your legs high and wide James settled into a thumping pace. Propped up on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pushed in deeper. Your small whimpers were swallowed and devoured by his mouth. 

“I want you full of me,” he strained. “I want to see your curves filled out with what I did to you…” A little piece of me, he thought and held your neck tighter.

Your eyes blinked open and languidly stared at him. He was gazing at you, watching your reaction as you unwillingly tightened around the length of his cock. James’ hissed under his breath and kissed you again. This time harder, with his tongue tasting the rim of your lips. 

Sweating the days worries away James smacked his hips rougher against your body. Something inside wanted it as much as he did, part of you hesitated and it showed. You pushed up on the sides of his ribs but he did not budge. The rubbing of him on top of your clit tipped you toward bliss and as you resisted the very thought of bringing a child into this world you let go too. 

James ducked his head close to the side of your face, he sucked and kissed your ear and on your moan he came inside of you.  And when he finally slacked off, giving you and him the bit of space needed to recover he smiled on a sigh. 

“What was that about?” you asked breathlessly. “I’m on birth control.”

James didn’t turn his head, his eyes lids hung heavy as his breath settled. “Doesn’t hurt to imagine,” he whispered. 

Nov. 2055

James slipped his finger tips to the small of your back. He pressed them in and leaned over giving you a quick peck on the head. He rushed out of the kitchen leaving you with a confused look in your eyes. That was, until you saw Chris stepping through the front door.

“Hey,” he called lightly and shut the door behind him. He removed his scarf, toboggan, and began to pull off his thick gloves. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as a sudden crash came from the area of the bed room. 

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James. 

You placed the knife back on the kitchen counter. You didn’t look at Chris, instead you hurriedly rushed to the bed room. James was pulling out his box, the special container with all the things he wanted to bring with him on the mission. 

Tears pooled, and trickled down warm cheeks as you watched him rummage through it.

“This is it?” you asked. 

James did not stop, he pulled out a folder, flipped through mumbling to himself. You strode over and put your hand over the pages and pushed it back down into the box. 

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly. 

“Don’t--” James said, he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on the top. 

Proof, you thought, this was the confirmation that his single-minded, engineering brain was always focused on, instead of you. James’ closed the light plastic container and began to walk out of the room.

“James!” you pleaded. 

You could feel the swell of heartbreak growing inside the void in your soul. James halted, he put down the container and strode back up to you. 

“Don’t ask me to choose cause you know what I will pick.” said James.

You didn’t allow anymore tears after he spoke. He held your arms, bringing your body close to his. “This is our last shot.”

When you refused to hug him back he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Ozone, smoke of the pellet stoves they used in the warehouse they trained in. That was his smell, that was what you soaked up and tried to find the words to tell him. 

He leaned down and kissed your temple, the top of your cheek and squeezed you harder.

“There’s no reason to believe this mission will not end in success.” James sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than you. He rubbed down your back and pressed another loving kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“We knew this was coming.” James said and pulled your face up to meet his. “Remember? It’s all set up so we can still talk to each other.”

You wanted to yell but your secret kept your nerves steady. 

James kissed you long and hard before letting you go and stepped back to get his container.  

Your voice puffed out to his back, “James, I’m pregnant.”

He turned around with sadness in his eyes and a steely firm stance as he stared at you. 

“The birth control...something about the temperature..effectiveness was compromised.”wringing your cold clammy hands you stepped closer. “I’m not the only one…” you tried to excuse it away, that it wasn’t your fault.

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully. 

“Chris will be here. Anything you need, he’ll make sure you have it.”

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

You come home, your apartment was tiny compared to James’ two room, government issue - but it worked. It was made even smaller by new baby stuff, Chris’s doing, still in boxes near the front door and spilling into the living room. You sat down with a large bowl of take-out to finally go through your messages for the day.

Encrypted Message: Mace. Flashed in neon green on your screen.

Before a second thought you clicked the message. The screen was flooded with his face, his eyes were highlighted to a deep blue by the teal backdrop. He was quiet for several seconds, just staring into the camera. His hair was shorter than you remembered, his face had maybe a days worth of stubble. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and sat down the container of broth.

“I hope you’re happy.” he said with a deep rumble. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He finally blinked, he sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re, what- three, four months along now?”

James cracked a grin into the camera and you couldn’t help but do the same. “I guess my little pep talk helped that along.” his smile faded and only a sultry gaze remained.

You remembered his words, his passion..his desire to see you full. You nodded anyway knowing he couldn’t see.

“Along with this message my parents have received one about you.” said James. The gaze was nearly wiped away with the seriousness that replaced it. “They will see you have everything that is intended for me. Rations, space to grow, heat will be yours. My place on this ship ensures your survival planet side regardless of the outcome of the mission.”

His eyes focused elsewhere off from the camera. He was thinking again you assumed. “Have I ever told you about the best day of my life?” he asked slower, softer. James smiled tenderly, just a thin upturn of his lips when he stared back at the camera. 

“The brain doc here asked me that, not too long ago. And I couldn’t really answer him cause it’s tied to a memory and a dream.” he said and slouched down in the chair. 

“You’re in it.” His eyes drifted once again. “You were in the bath and I came in.”

This time you smiled big, remembering. 

“You flooded the bath-” you said mimicking his words.

“I flooded the bathroom, completely. And the water splashed up and over the top of the tub in these giant waves.” He held his hands up, gesturing a wave until he slammed on the tops of his thighs.

“I thought, wow-- I thought if we were only at a beach. The sun beating down on us, so hot and the only thing we had to cool off with was the water.” The smile receded, he grew serious once more.  

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

James sat back in his bunk, pulled up the tablet from underneath his thigh and thanked the darkness he was alone for once. He activated it, waiting with bated breaths as he found four messages waiting for him. One of them was from his parents, another from Chris, and to his surprise the others were from you.

He listened to the one from his folks first, get the baggage out of the way, he thought as he listened. It was about how you wouldn’t listen. James smiled. They insisted you come live with them but you did not. It ended with his mother’s plea to get you into action. 

“Sounds about right.” he said to the dark and clicked on the second video. 

Chris seemed chipper, elated even. He spoke about you, that he was doing the best he could. But that you rarely allowed him to help. But that he still managed to squeeze in his presence from time to time. “I think you would do that, so I do too.” he said at the end of his message.

James selected your first message. Your lovely face filled the screen with a smile. But behind you he could tell it wasn’t your apartment that he remembered. He pressed play.

“Hi James.” you smiled shyly. “I accepted your Trust account. I was able to get us into the government facility close to the base. Your parents were not happy.” You bit your lip as you spoke, God, he missed watching you do that.

“I’m -” you said and stood up in front of the camera. James' smile faltered as your stomach came into view. “I’m about five months along now.” you cupped your stomach and then gently rubbed it. 

Suddenly you bent over to grab something off screen long enough for him to get a shot down your shirt. Damn, he missed that too. 

When you stood up, there was an image in your hand. You held it over your stomach. It was a 3D scan.

“Perfectly healthy.” you said off camera. You sat back down and stared into him. “A perfectly healthy little boy.”

June 2056

The pylon was finally repaired. Two months worth of messages filled James’ feed. He scrolled through the subject lines. More of them were from his folks and Chris than you. What started out with pleasantries soon turned urgent, with the last one reading “HE’S HERE!”

James skipped all the way down to your latest, which would be the newest. He needed the news, he craved to hear that all was okay. 

Your face was there, smiling. You pulled back the tablet you were recording from and slowly a bundle laying near you in bed was revealed. 

“Say hello to your Daddy, James.” you said quietly down to the infant. James’ eyes blurred with unshed tears as he stared at his son. But it was interrupted when the recording suddenly became choppy. The image spun around and Chris’ face was there, he was smiling hard.

“Good, he doesn’t look a thing like you.” he clipped off, and James huffed out a chuckle. 

And as he watched Chris slide into the other side of the bed he was hit with the familiarity of your smile towards him. Insecurity punched at his gut as Chris leaned down and kissed his son’s head. 

James wished he was there.

2057

James stared at his image on the screen in front of him. Unkempt wild dark blond strands covered his forehead that met the long beard he had allowed to take over the lower half of his face. 

After waiting an hour for his crew-mate to finish he was glad to finally get into the booth to record. God damned Capa, thought James. This would be the last message before the final leg of their mission to reignite the Sun. 

James blinked a few times, he thought carefully about what he wanted to say. He wanted it to be meaningful, something lasting. 

“This is it.” he said in a commanding tone, and then promptly sighed. The energy to keep up the image of a good astronaut dwindled. He looked away from the camera. That wasn’t it, he thought. He rubbed his eyebrows, he sighed again and sat up in the chair.

“Hey. In this first part, it’s for my parents. I’m here, doing my duty in any way I can to help our world. We might not get another chance to send a message. Thank you for always believing in me.”

His eyes fell to the flashing recording dot just under the small monitor. He crossed his arms over his chest. A couple of fingers rubbed across his lips as he thought of the next words he was about to say.

“James,” he said quietly and for the first time, in a long time he heard the hum of the ship as he spoke. “I love you son. I never thought I would say that, to anyone. I have a son..”

It was so quiet, and yet the low vibration nearly shook him to his core. He looked back into the camera and he thought of you. 

“I love you. Think of me every now and again...”

Before emotions could really set in, James leaned forward to cut off the recording. His eyes fixed on the pending screen as it rolled through procedure to send out his package. In big bold red letters: Failed flashed over his file. 

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

Baby James played in his pin with the little light the afternoon Sun could offer. Chris was there, you were grateful for this small comfort. You would have to be strong today. And he gave you an added source to pull from.

“They said a message would come today,” You clicked through the tablet again refreshing the application two more times. “I don’t understand, Chris.”

“Listen. They’re too close to the Sun,” Chris gently pulled the tablet out of your hands and placed it on the small dining room table. 

“But today is the day..” you began but he didn’t bother to check the feed again. Chris put his hand on your shoulder as he looked back at you. 

“The physics are an unknown event. There’s no telling what will happen, or what has happened.”

“But the dead zone, they’re in it. Where is his message, Chris? The agency said they would have-”

Chris forced you to turn away from the tablet. He was there, frankly because he knew the chances of James never coming back was a big possibility. He had taken care with both your mind and your spirit. Sixteen months, he had watched you grow from a scared mother to be to a capable parent. Maybe he had stayed too long some nights. Other days he was careful not to linger. But recently he hardly bothered to cover up the concern he had, or in expressing it.

And now, watching the last vestige of hope drain from your eyes it was a bittersweet moment. Chris caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and pulled you into his arms. 

Your kind voice came up low, and desperately sad. “Chris?” you asked, but he just held you tighter.

“You aren’t alone. You know that.” Chris pulled you away and met your eyes. “You won’t ever be alone, okay?”

Maybe you weren’t strong. Tears rolled from your eyes as you shut them. 

“Look at me.” he insisted, and you obliged. Chris thumbed away the streaks of wetness.

The conviction in his voice caused more to fall. “I’m not leaving you.” 

“I love you.” his voice rasped, gently. 

Chris leaned in, his warm lips touched the brininess of yours testing the possibility. A shuddered gasp trembled from your lips as you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands traveled to your rib-cage. Bursts of color erupted behind shuddered lids. Your imagination? 

But the colors fell away as you opened your eyes. Chris was enveloped in light, breaking the kiss you turned toward your son. Behind him the windows shone bright in a heavenly soulful glow. 

The sun was reignited.

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 6

Summary:  Things are easy with Mace

Pairings:  James Mace X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, boob worship, female masturbation for teasing, finger sucking, toy play, oral sex (F receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, facial, bruising, scratches, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:   6.3K

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How does it feel so early and late all at the same time?  How does it feel like the night before, this morning, and on into the afternoon are such a blur with time also halting?  How is this man sleeping on your chest looking like the most innocent person you had ever seen that you didn’t birth?  There was nothing innocent about the things he had done to you all night, and this morning.

You could still feel him in every part of you.  He was vibrant, had almost too much stamina, but you were not complaining.  But having him lay on you, all snuggled up with his angelic face was making more than just your pussy want him.  He is adorable.  A baby face, with such broad shoulders.  Arms that were chiseled by the gods.  

His eyelashes spread over his cheeks, and you lean forward a bit to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.  He barely even stirs.  He is exhausted, and for good reason.  You could stare at him for eternity.  He is beautiful.  Scrunching up your nose, you poke his moles softly.  Quietly counting each one, and still he sleeps on.  

If it wasn’t for your growling stomach, and a deep need to eat, you would let him get as much rest as he needed.  You need it, too.  Your body needs it.  And despite how tender you are, you love it.  Love the reminder that he had been inside you.  And most definitely reminded you that you still had it.  

Mace yawns, and closes his mouth over your nipple a bit.  Giving the bud a little suck before rolling over to his side.  Giving you the out to make the two of you lunch.  Even the freckles on his arms and shoulders are sexy and cute.  How could he be this way?  And a great ass.  Complete with marks from your fingernails.  Scratches on his back.  You are already marking some form of territory, but it looked pretty on him.

A small stretch of his arms has his back rippling, and you want to scream in a pillow.  For all his boyish good looks, he was built.  Already getting your own form of a boner, and you need food.  You need to salivate over something besides the man that could make you cry with pleasure, or you make him whimper for just a taste.

Trying to get out of bed without making too much noise because the last thing you want is to disturb his beauty sleep. Especially not when you are famished.  Grabbing up his discarded shirt, you get as dressed as you have been for the past twelve hours.  A bit wobbly as you walk into the kitchen.  

“Cannon, you need to go out, buddy?” He is patiently waiting on you to open the door.  He was such a good pet.  Even though it was going to pain you to make the extra strides to the back door to let the dog out into the fenced in yard, he was needing some outside time.  You painfully hobble to let him out, and back to the kitchen.

You didn’t feel like cooking anything.  It needed to be easy.  Quick.  So grilled cheese it is.  Placing the sandwiches in the pan, you sigh.  You hurt all over.  You stung in places you didn’t think was possible.  And you smelled like him.  Every movement you made gave you a whiff of his cologne.  It wasn’t as refined as some, but it was clean, classic, and manly.  It was your favorite scent.  Man.  It was going to be a shame to wash him off your sheets.

Flipping the sandwiches, you blank out.  Unable to stop smiling.  It felt good.  You would be damned if anyone tried to make you feel bad because it hurt so good.  So so good.  Mace comes up behind you. His arms sliding around your belly, and he brings you closer to him.  His chin resting on your head.  “What cha cooking?”

“Gourmet grilled cheese.  Complete with plastic cheese because it melts the best.  Classic cheddar and Gouda.  And then on the outside, there’s bits of toasted Parmesan,” his mouth starts nibbling at your neck.  Hands slide up to your breasts, where he cups each sphere in his hand.  “Mmm, and what are you doing?”

“Watching the sexiest woman I have ever seen make the most delicious sounding grilled cheese sandwich I have ever heard and smelled.  And what is this?” He asks, giving your nipples some playful pinches.

“My tits that you are obsessed with.”

“They’re nice.  Can it be a rule that when we’re alone I can play with them freely?”

“Mmm,” you moan when he twists the hardening buds in between his fingers, “As long as you promise to suck on them every once in a while?”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you look back at him.  Looking between his eyes and his mouth, “I like the magical things you do with your tongue, while sucking.  And I love it when you make those sweet little sounds.”

“How about I suck on your tits right now?”

“How about we eat first?”

“I think that sounds fair.  I may need another two or three of these.  By the way,” you turn off the burner, and pop the sandwiches onto plates.  Bumping your ass onto his front before you carry the plates over to the table.  Reaching into the fridge for some sodas, and you head into the pantry for some chips.  “You are feeding me well.”

“You worked off a lot of energy for the day.  Do you ever get tired?”

“Yeah, but I’m also always horny.  So it cancels it out.  Oh my god!” He exaggerates as he bites into the sandwich.  Dramatically moving the sandwich away from him to see the cheese pull.  “I’m trying to ask you something, and I keep getting distracted.”

“What do you want to ask me, Jamesy?”

“When will the kids be back?  I probably shouldn’t be here.”

“They hop over to the Magic Kingdom for fireworks.  Some days.  But Casey always calls.  They usually bring back a Mickey cake pop for me.  But no, I don’t need my kids to see you walking around naked or worse,” Mace cocks up his eyebrow, urging you to go on.  “Casey and Will seeing you fucking me into the mattress, or me riding you.  Not stopping even if you have came, and make yourself so overstimulated you cry.”

“I don’t want them to see that, but I would very much like to test that out.  Overstimulate me all that you want to.”

“Don’t worry.  I will.  Eat up.  I’ll make you another one if you need it,” the noise that exits his mouth is something you are not prepared for.  A sweet almost growl. “Has…has no one ever taken care of you?”

“Not like this,” Mace tries to play it off like it isn’t a big deal, but it bothers you.  He had been doing everything right, before he had ever met you.  He wasn’t trying to use your daughter to get to you.  “It’s not a big deal.  But if you want to make me another grilled cheese that would be amazing, but if not…”

Your chair squeaks as you push it out.  Going back to the fridge to get everything out of it, “I’ll feed you as long as you eat.”

“You might not ever get rid of me then.”

“Tell me a bit about yourself, James.  I feel we skipped a few parts.  So now that you’re refueling.  What was it that you wanted to be when you grew up?” He shrugs his shoulders as the last bit of his grilled cheese is stuffed into his mouth.  “You didn’t have any dreams?”

“Not really.  When you were a kid did you see yourself doing nails?”

“I knew I wanted to be in the beauty industry.  I was good artistically.  I can work from home, make my own schedule, and get to see my kids.  They were what I always wanted.  I did the hair business for a bit, but I enjoy nails.  Do you enjoy building?”

“I always wanted to go to the moon,” he stares off dreamily, and you smile at him.  Finally admitting what he always wanted to do.  “I think that’s why I moved down to Florida.  Get to be closer to Cape Canaveral.  Get to watch shuttles launch.  I still like space.  It’s beautiful, and makes me realize we are but a grain of sand in the universe.  Makes the bad things not seem so big.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“No, but you know what is?” He smirks up at you as you lay his plate down in front of him.  His hard on pushing out his boxers.

“Sir, you better behave,” playfully answering him as you lay a hand on his thigh.  Rubbing up and down the thick leg

“If I behave what’s in it for me?”

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a devilish grin, and your legs spread further apart, pulling up his shirt a bit more.  Noticing the motion he looks under the table to see your puffy cunt.  You run your other hand down your thigh, and rub over your clit before inserting two fingers into yourself.  Humming out a moan.  You had his devoted attention.  “It is getting late.  I think I need to wash my sheets.”

“Please, not right now,” his eyes roll in the back of his head when you start pumping your fingers into yourself.  Squelching sounds echo in the quiet kitchen, and he licks his lips.  “You're drenched.”

“And you’re eating.  Finish your meal, Jamey,” a squeak leaks out of his voice, and he stuffs about half of his sandwich in his mouth.  “Mmm, I’m so needy for you.”

“Maybe you could show me your microphone?”

“Maybe you can fuck me, and hold my microphone over my clit.”

“Okay,” he stands up, eating the last of his sandwich as he motions you back to the bedroom.  “I will do whatever it is you want me to do.  You’ve got me.”

“Good boy.  Ahh,” you pull your fingers out of your warmth, and hold them out for him to see.  Spreading the digits apart, and strings of your slick stretch in between each finger, “Here, sweet boy,” pressing your fingertips on his lips, you let your juices coat his puffy mouth before you push them into his mouth.  He suckles on them immediately.  “You going to fuck me good?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles over your fingers, and you start leading him into the bedroom.  You understood why sucking on fingers is so hot for men because the way he was following you around.  Mesmerized by your taste and touch.  

Pulling out your fingers he actually pouts at you, “I have better things for you to suck on,” he shutters.  Legitimately shivers as he watches you walk to the closet, and grab up your microphone, “What do you want to suck, my tits or my clit?”

“Both.”

“Uh uh, you can only choose one.  We need to wrap this up quickly.  Clit or…”

“Tits.  There’s two of them,” it shouldn’t be cute.  But he is nearly frothing at the mouth.  “I’m greedy.  And oh so needy.”

“Oh, I know,” sauntering over to the bed, you remove his shirt, and give each nipple a tweak.  Placing the wand in between your legs.  Turning it on the lowest setting, the soft hum sends a chill up his spine, and your eyes roll up to meet him, “Come on.  I think you’ve earned this.”

Mace gets to his knees, and grabs up both your breasts in his heads.  Mouth going between each bud, unsure of where he wants to start as you pet around his hair.  “Remember waking me up by thrusting into me?” He gives you a nod, finally giving a hard suck, and your hips start to gyrate.  “I got to wake up feeling full and stretched, while you were panting above me.  It was a pretty sight, James.”

His crystal blue eyes gaze up at you, and you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.  He is entranced in you.  Everything about you.  Not just your body and what you could offer him, but also the fact that you are a mother.  “J-James, I want you to fuck me so hard.  Let’s make a mess of this bed.”

Pulling off you with a pop, he pushes at your shoulders, and lets you fall back on the bed.  Jerking your legs apart, he moves the vibrator to stare at your pulsing and weeping cunt, “This is the last time today, huh?”

“Make it count then,” you respond, his innocent little face turns into the most sinful grin as he goes to the counter, pulling out a foil packet, and eyes intently on you.  His teeth clamp down on the foil packet as he slowly rips it open.  Moving quickly to roll the rubber over his throbbing shaft before guiding his tip through your slick folds.  “James!”

One swift thrust has him bottoming out, and you bite at your lip, seeing stars when his tip kisses your cervix.  Not one to forget the toy, he lays it over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he rails into you.  Even when your legs tighten around him, he keeps going at the same pace.  Smiling as you cling to the bedsheet, and speak in tongues.  There is so much pleasure.

Clenching your eyes shut, you allow your body to go along with the ride.  Letting him use you like a little whore.  Pounding into your wet heat vigorously.  You can’t see, can’t think straight, only feel.  Feel him.  Almost blacking out from pleasure as your juices spew out around him.  Messing himself, and you, and he still doesn’t stop.

Rocketing his body into yours.  He wants to imprint his cock in your tight hole.  He wanted you to feel and remember him, until you can have him again.  “Give me one more!” He growls, staring at your bouncing tits, “You got me soaked, and covered in your cream.  What do you tell me for making you go dumb?”

“Again!” You bare down with your teeth, exhausted but knew that you could release one more time.  

“You want to squirt one more time?” Nodding your head, your legs start trembling with immense pleasure, and he pulls your legs further apart.  Splitting your body in half, and hitting all the right spots.  Warmth and tingles build up in your body, and you're unsure if you have one more.  

And then the damn breaks, and he pulls out of you.  Letting you spew your juices onto him, and he sinks back in.  Removing himself again, and you still release more, “Thank you!  Thank!  You!” Screaming again as you squirt more than you ever have.  

Mace yanks the condom off himself, and straddles your chest.  Pumping his cock in his fist before his cum spurts onto your face, and your mouth where you hungrily eat it up.  “Oh!  Oh!  I can’t….fuck me!” Lifting your head off the mattress, you swallow his length, sucking out every bit of his cream.  Moaning as it drips down your throat.  

“Fuck, you’re perfect.  So fucking perfect.  My god, how do you look like a goddess, and fuck like a demon?” He pants as you milk him dry.  And you collapse on the bed.  Chest heaving yourself, when he flops down beside you.  “That really it?”

“Yes, we gotta save some for a later date,” you giggle, running your hands over his lower stomach.  Caressing his abs.  And playing with his happy trail.  Every part of him felt good to touch.

“So we’re doing this again?”

“And hopefully again and again,” you giggle.  Your body feeling light as air.

He props himself up on his arm to stare at you a bit, “You’re covered in cum.”

“Just the way I like it, tiger.  Give me a minute, and I’ll wash up.”

“Right,” jumping up his cute naked tush walks into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth, and he wipes your face all clean.  Smiling before leaning in for a sweet kiss, “You know I don’t want just sex, right?”

“After last night and today, I don’t know how you could even want more sex.”

“Oh, I can want it every second of the day.  But um — I mean, I want to take out.  Just you and me.  I know we’re not where we should be to be a couple in front of your kids, but…I hope whatever this was doesn't mean I have to stop talking to my girl.  I met Mirabelle first.”

“If you quit talking with my baby, I swear I will hold out on you.  So no, I don’t want anything to change.  But yeah — I-I think I would like a date.”

“Is Disney a no go?  I heard that Epcot can be nice for dinner.”

“That’s an expensive entrance fee for you.  How about just dinner.  Maybe walk around somewhere.  But I’d like a date very much.”

“And we don’t have to put the brakes on with no sex, if you don’t want to,” he chuckles, pulling you close to him as he kisses up your neck.  “Just maybe a few days without sex for a while.”

“James, I should really clean this place up.  And I need a shower.  I smell like you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Shaking your head no, you lift up off the bed.  Making a point to crawl over him, so he gets a face full of tits.  “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower.  Care to join me?” He clambers up, and chases you into the shower.  Not asking, or demanding, but letting you wash the both of you of your combined sweat and sin.  Trying to kiss on your lips as you scrub him down good.  He hadn’t had anyone to take care of him or baby him his entire life, and you are going to make it a point to shower this man in attention.  

He was simply adorable letting you spoil him.  It isn’t even sexy, it’s sweet.  His eyes flutter close, and his fingers hold you so gently.  Even getting down to his knees and kissing over each of the bruises he left behind on your body.  Apologizing for marking you up, but you didn’t care.  You liked him staking a claim on you.  You didn’t date around.  You hadn’t even dated in so long.  Hadn’t shared a bed with anyone else, and yet here he was.  And you were going to enjoy this.

“Mommy!” Mirabelle bursts through the door, jumping into your arms as you twirl her around.  Looking much more disheveled now than the pictures Casey had sent you this morning, and even some brand new ears.  “We had so much fun, we did.  What did you do today?  It doesn’t look like you cleaned much, it doesn’t.”

“Mommy was in bed most of the day.  I was so tired.  Muah,” planting a big kiss on her cheek, you brush back her wind blown hair, “ My goodness, baby, you smell like sunshine and fun, you want to take a bath in mommy’s tub?”

“Yes, please!  Can I use a bomb?” You give her a head nod, kissing all over her face before she jumps down and runs to your bathroom.  Completely forgetting her pajamas like always.  “Your bed isn’t made yet, it’s not!”

“Hey, buddy, did you have fun?” Benning actually lets you hug him, and he smelled the same, sweaty.  “You look like you had fun all smiling like that.”

“Yeah, Will and I walked off to ride the bigger rides that Mirabelle was too scared to ride.”

“I wasn’t scared!  I’m short!”

Benning gives you a grin, and thanks his aunt and uncle before heading to his own room, “I’m tired.  I’m going to go ahead and take a shower.  Uh, when…do you think Mace would want to build his telescope?” Gulping, you look back at Will and Casey, not knowing what to say.

“I just…I like going to the Beck’s because — don’t make me say it.  You think Mirabelle or I could ask him?”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’m sure Mirabelle can ask him the next time she sells him orange juice.  Uh, why don’t you go ahead and take a shower.  I’ve got to make my bed,” you watch your growing boy walk down the hall, realizing how much anger and pain he was still carrying.  Why he hated being at home, and it didn’t have anything to do with you or his sister.

“You mind if I get something to drink?” You motion Will off to the kitchen, and grab Casey’s arm.

“I need your help making my bed,” Mirabelle was already singing and swimming away in the bathtub.  In her own little world.  Creating the routine of her singing so you knew her head was above water when you weren’t with her.  

“What was that about?” Casey asks, grabbing up the fitted sheet.  “Benning wants Mace here, and you didn’t fight him?”

“Why should I fight him?”

“You’re interested in the man, I can tell.  You are interested and introducing him to your kids.”

“Mirabelle met him first.”

“Okay,” Casey tucks the sheet into the top, and grabs up the top sheet, “Then what did he not want to talk about?”

“Chris is there.  Trevor has a dad, and he doesn’t.  It’s why he likes going with you and Will, but hates being at home alone.  Surrounded by girls that don’t share his enthusiasm.”

“Ahh!!!”  Casey looks at the floor screaming, and pointing.  Mirabelle is the next to scream, asking if everything was okay, while Will runs in here with a broom.  “You dirty little tramp.”

“What are you talking about?”  “Mommy!  I’m scared.”

“Aunt Casey is being weird, baby.  Everything is okay,” Will’s eyes dart to where Casey was pointing, and he snorts walking away, mumbling something about him knowing it.  “What?”

“You have a fucking condom wrapper in the floor.”

“What?” Walking to her side, you are embarrassed.  You thought you got everything.  “Yeah, well, about that…”

“Please, tell me it was that hot young man.  Please!  So only one time?  Or…why are you changing your sheets?  Oh, that’s a good brand.  What size is he?  Is it Mace?  He was checking out those tits the other night.  I swear I saw him licking his lips, ready to slam you down on the table, and lift your dress up.  It was him, wasn’t it?  How does a man in their twenties fuck now?”

“Would you shut up?” Mirabelle had continued her singing, belting her heart out to songs from The Little Mermaid.  

“Answer my questions.”

“It was James’, yes.  It was nice.”

“You made a mess of your bed.”

“When you have sex, you should change your sheets.  Sex is nasty.”

“Yeah, it is.  Wait, how many times.  You’re…you’re glowing.  You haven’t stopped smiling since we walked in.  Either he gave it to you that good, or you really like him.”

“Can it not be both?” You ask, throwing the pillows back on your bed, and Casey squeals.  “Stop it’s just…”

“Please, don’t tell me it’s just sex.  That man is fine as hell, and he likes your kids.  Don’t you dare have fun all day, and then dump him.  My heart can’t handle it.  You need someone.”

“No, I don’t need…” Casey puts her whole hand over your mouth, shaking her head.  This is not how this was going to go.  You were going to shut up and listen.

“You want someone.  You’ve done fine alone, but you are young and beautiful, and you want to be with someone.  He’s integrated into your kids’ lives, and he likes them.  Benning is asking for him.  Like Benning has this cool older brother that also plows his mom,” you playfully hit her on her arm.  “Wait, is he closer to your age or Benning’s age.”

“He’s only eight years younger than me.”

“My god!  The stamina.  I bet you didn’t sleep all weekend.  Did he stay here?  I know he did.  You probably made him eggs, or grilled cheese, and he’s never going to leave you.  He’s a lost puppy dog, and he needs a home.  Can this be his new home?”

“Literally haven’t even gone on a date.  And I am not complaining about his performance.  At all.  He’s nice.  I want to spend more time with him, and he wants to spend more time with me, and it seems my kids.  I’m just worried that — what if Benning doesn’t like him being with me.  I feel he tolerates him because of the telescope and because he thinks we’re not dating.”

“You can’t live your life wondering what an almost twelve year old is going to think about your dating status.  He’s not going to like any man that you date.  It’s not going to be easy, but he will get over it.  You’re raising your kids to leave the house, and then you’re left alone.  Don’t waste the best years of your life just being a mom.  That’s a part of who you are, not your whole identity.  Whether it’s Mace or not, Benning isn’t going to like it at first.”

“Mommy!  My fingers are wrinkled up, but I have no clothes!” Mirabelle shouts from the other room.  Her music stops, and Casey leans in closer just to whisper.

“Just have fun.  Enjoy whatever this is.  And please, tell me he wrecks that pussy,” starting to giggle, you cover your face with your hand, and nod your head, “I knew it!”

“Baby, I’m going to get you some clothes.”

“Just so you know, there’s waterproof blankets.  They come in handy when you don’t want to wash the whole bed.  So me and Will are going to head home.  Wish me luck in making a baby, okay?  Happy wet dreams, sweetheart.”

“I don’t need wet dreams.  My pussy needs a break,” Casey’s mouth turns into an o, while you head to get your baby some pajamas.  Already came to the conclusion that she could sleep in your bed and fall asleep watching a Disney movie if she wanted to.  There would be no temptations for you.  And it could give you some things to think about.  Casey made some good points, but for now, you were going to keep the romantic part of Mace’s relationship with you, and away from the kids.  But you couldn’t stop him from spending time with them.

“Hiya, Little Bit,” Mirabelle snarls her nose as Mace sits down beside her, “I’ll take the uh…”

“You want what my mommy gets.  You like a bit of clementine in your orange juice,” she gives him a knowing smirk, but doesn’t elaborate anymore, and he wasn’t going to bring it up either.

“Sure.  Whatever five bucks will get me,” Mirabelle fills him up a glass, and one for herself before sitting down with him, “Did you not like your nickname?”

“Why did you give it to me?”

“Because you’re little,” Mirabelle shrugs her shoulders before leaning over on his arm, “Alright, what’s got you so sad, pumpkin?”

“I like that one better, I do,” she sighs, taking a long sip of her orange juice, “Mommy says that we’re turning the sun room into my school room.  Mace, I just didn’t think about this, I didn’t.  Am I going to have to teach myself?  I’m just four.  I can’t do that, I can’t.  I barely know how to sell orange juice.  I’m a preschool dropout that can’t make change.”

“Pumpkin, can we talk man to kid?” She lifts up off his shoulder, and nods her head.  She was ready for whatever that Mace had to tell her.  Her serious face on as she listens..  “I’m going to help you pick out some of those toys.”

“The little bears right?  I really like those, I do.  Those are my favorite.  I didn’t like the LEGOs that much, nope nope.  Ooh!  I like those magnetic things.  You can make houses with them,” Mace starts to chuckle at his little friend, and she crawls into his lap.  Pressing both her hands on his cheeks as she stares at him with wild eyes.  Furrowing her brow when he keeps laughing.

“This is serious.  I like Play-Doh, too.  And…I have a funny feeling I can’t have just toys though, huh?”

“Isn’t the point of pre-k is for learning play?” Mirabelle’s eyes brighten up, and she giggles her agreement, “But no, you can’t have just toys.  Uncle Bill is making you a desk, and he even wants to get you some shelves to act as your cubby.  And maybe Benning can help you pick out pencils, and…”

“Markers!”

“No.  I don’t think markers are a good idea.  I have a feeling that you will write on things you shouldn’t,” Mirabelle gasps, shaking her head, “You’re absolutely, positively sure you would never write on things that aren’t paper.”

“I swear it, I do.  I just like the pretty markers.  But who is going to teach me?  You?”

You gaze out the window, drinking a cup of coffee.  Your first client was a cancellation, and you had thought about sitting with Mirabelle, but this was such a sweeter sight.  A fine and sexy man that you still feel inside of you being so sweet and animated with your baby.  

It was a natural relationship between the two of them.  Like they were kindred spirits.  If she throws her head back laughing, he does the same.  “I like that man,” Hazel whispers, stepping up beside you.  “You do, too, huh?”

“Why would you say that?”

“His car didn’t leave your house Friday night, Saturday morning, and Saturday afternoon.  Good for you, honey,” your face goes up in flames as the embarrassment at Hazel knowing that you had Mace there all night and day.  It had completely slipped your mind that Hazel and Harley would have been able to see your driveway.  “What does Benning think?”

“He likes him right now, but we’re not dating.”

“You’re not?  So you’re just…”

“No!  No, Benning thinks we’re not dating, so he likes him.  It wasn’t my intention for the kids to meet someone I was involved with, so this isn’t normal, but…” you couldn’t stop smiling at their interactions.  Couldn’t hear a word they were saying, but they both looked so happy and content.  “Look at them.  Mirabelle has someone she can look at as a father.  She knows Will is her uncle, but I think she feels Mace belongs to her.”

“Hmm,” Hazel agreed with everything you had said, even if she worries.  “Will said he’s good.  And if he does anything to hurt either of my babies, he deals with poisoned orange marmalade.  Those babies, especially Benny, have been through enough.  Their mother really has gone through enough, too.  I like younger men.  He’s cute.”

“Yes, he is,” you pause watching them for a moment.  It was becoming your favorite pastime.  Mirabelle had never connected with someone quite like she had Mace.  He looks over towards the store, spotting you, and has to quickly look back at your daughter.  “He’s a bit bashful, too.”

“Sure he is.  Sure,” Hazel grouses as she walks back to finish her restocking.  All the times that you got to watch Benning with Sy, you never realized you would yearn for that so much.  How much you feel she missed out on.  “And you’re hiring someone to teach her?”

“I was paying the center anyway.  I’d rather spend my money where my daughter feels comfortable and she can actually grow and learn.  She’ll be just fine.”

“Mommy!” Mirabelle runs through the laundry room, jumping up and down, “Mace and uncle Bill brought my stuff.  I saw them in the driveway, I did.  Mommy, it's more than just a desk.  Come look,” folding your last pair of your shorts, you follow her down the hall.

“What stuff?” Benning asks, peeking out his door, and following the both of you with Cannon.  “Mom, what stuff?”

“Aha!” Mirabelle screams, opening up the door for Will and Mace to carry in a desk, “My school stuff, look it!  Right over here, fellas.  Over into the sun room.  Yes, right there.”

“Mom,” Benning gives a roll of his eyes, watching the two men set it up just where she had decided, “Can I go to Trevor’s?”

“Why, buddy?” He gives you a shoulder shrug as Mace and Will walk back out, but Mirabelle runs in front of them, “I figured we could order some takeout.  Get the pork potstickers you like.”

“Yeah but…”

“Benning, come on,” Mace stops at the front door, waving his hand.  “Help me put this shelf together.  I also brought something else.  Might not be able to get too much done today, but that’s the beauty of building a telescope,” Benning looks up at you smiling, already heading towards the door, “It won’t take long to get the shelf set up.  Then your mom and little bit can put her toys in it.  We’ll work on the telescope?”

“Yes,” you clear your throat, “Please,” he was beaming again.  You set off to get a broom, and extra garbage bags, knowing that there was going to be a lot of trash.  Getting to watch Benning stay right with Mace as the three of them grab the box for the shelf, while the baby has a few small boxes.

Things could go south from here, you had faith that they wouldn’t. That maybe Mace will be able to break down Benning’s walls.  Benning wanted someone to be there for him.  That much was evident.  He wanted to feel important, and not overlooked, and often with a charming little sister, he was.  Felt like what he wanted wasn’t important, and yet here Mace was expanding his interests.  Wanting to include him.

“Mace, do you want to go outside and let me show you the perfect spot?” Benning stares up at the tall mall, almost buzzing with excitement.  Mace gives you a quick glance, and you grin.  Realizing Benning was inviting Mace to look at the stars with him.  He was letting him in.

“Sure.  You lead the way,” Benning runs to the hallway closet grabbing up the beach blanket, and gets ready to gaze up at the sky for a while.  Something he had missed, and was excited about sharing the secret spot with someone else.

“I want to go, too, I do!” Mirabelle’s chubby little hand grabs on to Mace’s, and both your kids leave their finished projects for the evening.  Mirabelle’s learning room was complete, and Mace and Benning had set up the workspace for the telescope.  Mace was going to be spending a lot more time at your house.

You look towards the last family photo you have of the four of you; Sy with his hands on the bump of Mirabelle, and Benning piggy backed on him.  You didn’t look at him the same way.  There wasn’t a point anymore.  “Sy, tell me I’m not making a mistake.  Those are our babies.  And your son,” your eyes close slowly when you hear all three of the figures outside laughing, including Benning.

He was happy.  He had missed having a man home with him.  “Please, tell me this is your sign.  Sy, I like him.  They like him, and there’s no room for mistakes with our babies.  I love you, but I can’t keep using your death as a way to not live my life.  That man understands that.”

Mirabelle squeals into the night, and you look at your two children tickling Mace, sighing in relief.  “I love you, Captain.  Thank you, but this has gotta be our final goodbye.  I don’t need you to haunt me anymore,” to some it may seem silly to talk to your dead husband’s picture.  But to you it was what helped you realize that he was real, and for a little bit, he was part of your life.

You wanted nothing more than his memory to always be there with you.  Crying into a folded up flag, and begging that he would forever haunt you.  That he would never leave you.  It was too soon with Mace, but Sy and your children were giving you signs that it was fully time to move on.  To say goodbye to a ghost, and to quit using the fact that you were a widow as a crutch.

And it was time to join the three of them outside.  Sy’s dog barks at your feet, giving your hand a nudge with his nose, “Come on, Cannon.  Let’s go see your babies,” Cannon darts out the door, while you listen to their sounds a bit more.  Mace tells Benning he had a bigger bed in storage that he could bring over tomorrow, and he wouldn’t have to sleep in a twin bed anymore.

Mirabelle sitting in Mace’s lap, pointing up to the sky and asking her brother what that star was.  And you were going to sit down beside them, and stealthily look at Mace while the kids were distracted.  Maybe steal a few soft touches.  Enjoy the moment you are in.  No longer living in the past, but living in the present, and welcoming a bright future.

Sitting down next to Mace, Benning lays his head on your legs, and Mirabelle mirrors his stance, but on Mace’s leg continuing to point at the stars as Benning tells her what they are.  When Mace starts the legend of Hercules, you reach your hand behind him.  Crawling it under his shirt, and give him back scratches.  Things were currently easy, but you didn’t want to worry about what could happen.  You wanted to live in what was happening.

And what was happening was beautiful.  It felt safe.  It felt almost complete.

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pairing —  mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c —  13.7k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.  AU Masterlist.

warnings —  dark!fic, non-con (non-consenting intoxicated reader), a/b/o dynamics, non-major character death (but it’s still gonna hurt), murder, violence, blood, violence against reader (face slapping, hair pulling, manhandling), pet names (pup, puppy), human trafficking and auctioning, biting, suicidal ideations, forced alcohol use, forced intoxication, choking, caging. a/n —  the Mace referenced in this fic is James Mace from Sunshine, not Mace from the 355. A massive fucking thank you to @buckybarneschokeme​​ and @navybrat817​​, this fic wouldn’t exist without either of you. And thanks to everyone who let me scream at them about this idea. Beta read by @buckybarneschokeme​ but any mistakes are mine.

I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight Lie still, close your eyes, girl, so lovely, it feels so right I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear, "I want to fucking tear you apart" ↳ Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

The blazing summer rays burned into your back as you walked down the cracked sidewalk, the concrete only further radiating the ardent heat as you struggled to keep a hold of your grocery bags.

They were heavy and overpacked, and your body feverish, but you were almost too tired to care. Your childcare shift in the town’s daycare had gone over, and so you were stuck out late with the week’s groceries in your grip.

The sweat trickling down your skin made you feel as if you’d gone into heat, but the distinct lack of slick coming from your core confirmed you were just boiling under the evening sun’s remaining beams of light.

You had no doubt your scent must be in full force. You’d already seen the way Sherriff Bodecker had eyed you as he passed in his police cruiser, window down and shameless leering gaze on you as he passed. Creep. He could have at least offered you some help.

As your tired feet continued to lead you down the street, passing by the small houses that adorned your wayward town, all similar in design and undeniably boring in architecture, you couldn’t help but notice a black SUV with tinted windows roll past you. Not once, but twice.

It sent an odd chill through you despite the scorching temperature, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. And as your eyes caught sight of a missing poster on a nearby lamp post, an image of an Omega from a few towns over the presentiment of danger worsened. The image of the smiling girl felt as if it was peering into you, warning you as severe, cutting anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach, beginning to spread like rot through an old oak tree.

Your steps quickened, ignoring the sweat beading along your forehead and dripping down your face, before you dipped down a side street and into a nearby park, hiding yourself amongst some foliage. Time seemed to slow as you waited, wanting to see if the car would pass you again. But it never came.

As you hid you thought of James. Your boyfriend would be home by now, his appointment at the VA having finished at noon. He wasn’t the same after he returned from deployment, his left arm gone like a lot of his joy for life, but he was working on himself, and it made you so proud.

You knew the risks of having a partner in the Army, but you were lucky to have him. While neither of you were ready to bond, his presence was undoubtedly calming, the two of you like yin and yang, fitting in a perfect harmony. You didn’t have to try with James, he was a sweetheart through and through, just the mere thought of the Alpha put a smile on your face. He wasn’t there, but it was like you could feel his arms tight around you, whispering in your ear that you were safe.

“I’m never leaving again, doll. Never again. Just you and me ‘til our last breaths.”

“Don’t be so grim, Jamie. We have all the time in the world together. You and me. What is it you always say to Steve? ‘Til the end of the line, right?”

His breath fanned over your neck as he nuzzled into you. Comforting warmth washing over you, his hands ghosting over your flesh with a gentle touch.

“Yeah, sweetheart. ‘Til the end of the line.”

It was difficult for him integrating back into society, especially when in a small town all people do is gossip. But he’d found a nice group of friends he played social poker in the next township over. While you lost Wednesday nights with James, you were hoping he was finding himself again. One step at a time.

Once enough time had passed you crawled out of the park and back onto the path home, that nervous feeling still fluttering in your stomach. The sooner you got home to James and the comfort of the beefy man’s tenderness, the better.

It luckily wasn’t much longer until you were close to home, the sun beginning to reach its lowest point, red and gold hues filling the sky like flames beckoning home the oncoming darkness.

You stopped for a moment, right outside your house, distracted by the artistic colours that painted the horizon before you noticed it. The black SUV. Parked in your driveway in front of the house that was undeniably no more aesthetic than any other. But it was yours. Yours and James’.

James.

It felt as if you were moving in slow motion as you made your way to the ajar front door, each step getting heavier as you feared what you would witness on the other side.

But no amount of time could have prepared you for the sight awaiting you in your home.

As you passed the threshold of the doorway, you dropped the bags to the floor with a shrill scream. The fresh produce spilled across the carpet as you took in the situation before you, milk spilling from the carton around your feet.

In your living room was James, bloodied to a pulp, his face hardly recognisable as a group of six men surrounding him.

“James!” You exclaimed with a rush of tears, ignoring the suited men as you rushed to your Alpha’s side, cupping his face in your hands, your skin becoming tainted with his blood.

The other Alpha’s seemed wholly unperturbed by your entrance.

“Get out of here…” James mumbled, barely coherent through his puffed face, pulling more sobs from you as you glanced over his body.

Slashes and bruises covered him. He was a strong Alpha, but with a missing limb and far outnumbered, he’d been beaten within an inch of his life.

Rage burned through you as you turned to the men, eyes falling on the one with the most dominant presence in the room, his scent competing for dominance with your Alpha’s. Clean cut hair, piercing azure eyes, 6’4” hulking figure, and a tailored suit probably worth more than your yearly salary.

“Get. Out. Of. My. House,” your words came out dripping like venom from a snake’s fangs, a hiss rising from your throat.

The man just laughed at you, squatting so he was eye level with you as you cowered to protect James’ body.

“Feisty Omega.” You watched the way his eyes travelled to your exposed neck, his head tilting slightly, “feisty unmated Omega.”

Under the man’s leering gaze, you kept your body in front of James, blood covering every part of you that touched your Alpha as it spilled from him. But you could still hear his little wheezing breaths that told you he was alive.

‘Til our last breaths.

“Just leave us alone, please. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but we don’t have anything to give you.”

“Well, puppy, that’s the problem. Your boyfriend doesn’t have anything to give me. Including the money he owes me.”

You blinked in confusion, the lack of understanding clear on your face.

“Oh, he didn’t tell his Omega he was in debt from his little poker habit. And I thought communication was the most important part of a relationship. Although I guess being unmated, well, maybe he just didn’t think you were worth it, little puppy.”

He was mocking you, ridicule clear in his baritone tone, and it made you even more enraged.

“Nick… Leave her alone, please...” James’ weak voice sounded behind you, but all you saw was red.

Without thinking you leaned forward to push the man, Nick, backwards from his squat. But his hands easily latched onto your wrists, pulling you down on top of him. His deriding chuckle had you squirming to get off him, but he held you close, hand gripping the back of your neck and pinching the muscle that caused Omega’s to go limp.

Your body gave way with a cry, weight lying on top of his chest as he kept his fingers firm on the scruff of your neck. “Good puppy,” he mused, sitting up with you in his lap, taking the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into your scent gland with a deep inhale.

Through dazed eyes you watched as his eyes fluttered, pupils dilating before he scented you again. And again. As if he couldn’t get enough of your smell, mouth salivating. “Oh, I see why he likes you now.”

The other men simply stood by and watched as Nick licked a stripe up your neck, growling into your ear and nipping at the lobe. “But you still smell too much like him.”

“Boss,” one of the armed men caught Nick’s attention, nodding towards the body of James.

Nick stood, letting go of your scruff and gripping your forearm instead to have you rise with him. Tears streamed down your face as you looked at your Alpha, struggling to pull himself up with his right arm, looking up at you with pure desperation.

Shivers ran down your spine as Nick’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “You really want a future with a broken Alpha like him, hm? Thought he was going to give you pups? Maybe buy an old home, fix it up together. Grow old in your rocking chairs. What a waste, a sweet puppy like you with a man like him.”

You watched as James managed to get to his feet, his form swaying as he could barely keep himself up.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab him. Hug him. Help him.

But your intuition told you this wasn’t going to have a happy ending for either of you.

“James…” Whimpers left your lips at the sight of him, heart twisting as your pulse raced. “I love you, James.”

Nick’s grip on your forearm tightened, and you could sense the anger under his confident persona as his jaw clenched. Now he’d scented you, he wanted you all for himself.

James smiled at you, his glazed eyes boring into you.

He looked so tired.

And both of you knew how this was going to end.

“I love you too, doll. It’s okay.”

“Mace, hold her.” Nick ordered the man with a military style buzz cut, shoving you towards the Alpha who easily took you into his grip, his handgun held to your side as you couldn’t do anything but watch.

“Just let her go, Nick. Please. She has nothing to do with this. I can get you the money, I can work for you, anything but hurting her, please.”

“You really think I would fall for that? With the amount of money you owe, it’s impossible.”

“I-I can work for you. I used to be in the military.”

Nick glanced at James’ left shoulder, scoffing. “Well, I wonder why they didn’t want you anymore. What the fuck am I meant to do with a one-armed Alpha who can’t even mate an Omega?”

“Please, just leave her alone. She didn’t know. She’s innocent. Just leave her be, please.”

Hearing James plead, his blood dripping to the floor from where he stood, it was almost surreal.

How quickly your life had been turned upside down, what was a normal quiet existence becoming something macabre so quickly.

Time slowed as Nick looked James over, a twinge of a smirk on his lips.

And then he said the words that forever sealed your desolate fate.

“I’m good.”

Nick raised his handgun without reservation, not an ounce of hesitation as he began firing his entire clip into James, the man’s body jolting with every shot before collapsing to the ground.

“No!” The scream that ripped from you was inhuman as blood splattered over all of you, your ears ringing as the white of Nick’s shirt stained with your Alpha’s blood. Your legs gave way as you wailed, Mace letting you drop to your knees and crawl over to your Alpha, your James.

“Jamie. Don’t leave me please. James.” As you knelt before James’ body, the hardwoods turned crimson with the leaking ichor. You shook his body, as if this was all a bad dream and he would just wake up. “James. Baby. Wake up, please.”

All you could see was his lifeless eyes staring back at you, mouth agape and skin turning ashen. Every part of him you touched was getting cold, your tears dropping against his body as you sobbed, clinging to him. “James. Don’t go.”

“That’s enough, puppy. He’s dead.” Nick looped his forearm around your waist and hoisted you up, ignoring the way you thrashed and clawed at him as you shrieked, your nails clawing against his clothed arm.

“No! No! Let me touch him! Please, he needs me! I- I need to help him!”

And when he placed you down you turned and tried to go for his face, but another Alpha bodyguard was quick to grab your arms and hold them behind your back.

“Thank you, Beck.” Nick said coolly, straightening his crimson-stained suit before his attention was brought back to your struggling form. “You can do this the easy way, or the hard way. But no matter what you choose the result will be the same, puppy. You’re coming with me, and Jamesy here is dead.”

“Fuck you!” You spat, struggling against Beck, but like Mace his hold was strong. “You killed my Alpha. I’ll fucking kill you!”

“He’s not your Alpha anymore. I’m your Alpha now. And you will address me as such, pup,” Nick cupped your bloodied face with his palms, considering you for a moment. “Do you have any idea who I am? The things I could do to this shithole of a town if you don’t comply?”

You spat again, this time hitting Nick in the face with your saliva. He tutted, wiping his face before slapping you across the cheek, the impact immediately sending stings through your face with a sob. When you looked up, he slapped you again before gripping your chin tightly. “Would be a shame for something to happen to all the little angels you care for, hm?”

A prickling pain radiated in your cheek as shock coursed through your system. “You wouldn’t.”

“You have no idea how far I will go for what I want, Omega.”

Your fight started to die down, because you could tell he wasn’t lying. He’d just killed your lover in front of you, if that wasn’t evidence enough. You didn’t want to push this man to see how ruthless he truly is.

Taking advantage of your moment of stillness Nick picked you up, throwing your body over his shoulder with ease. Your fists pounded at his back with a keening cry to no avail as he started walking out of the house with his men in tow.

When you looked up, the last sight you got of your home was James. Dead on the floor surrounded by the memories you had made together.

This was the end of the line.

The car ride was silent, the only noise filling the SUV was your soft sniffles as you continued shedding tears. You hadn’t stopped crying since Nick had carried you from your home and shoved you into the leather back seat, wedged between him and Beck, Mace taking the driver’s seat. The other men taking another car that tailed yours.

When you’d tried to attack Nick, Beck had easily grabbed your scruff, immobilising you before zip tying your hands behind your back. The plastic cut into your wrists, stinging pain harmonising with the twinge still present in your cheek from where Nick slapped you. Partway into the drive, once you’d crossed state lines, Beck placed a blindfold over your eyes, ignoring the way your sobs worsened.

“How is she still crying?” Beck asked, mostly in amazement and slight concern as your tears wet the fabric around your face.

“She’ll run out of energy eventually,” the voice you recognised as Nick spoke, sounding unamused as you could hear the clicks of him typing on his phone, like he’d been doing for the whole journey.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but he was right, you started to run out of tears. Your body began to give way to fatigue as the adrenaline subsided.

Tiredness claimed you and your senses became dulled and all you could smell was the copper of dried blood. The dried blood of your Alpha. Well, your previous Alpha.

The bumps on the road caused your body to jolt, someone’s hand keeping you in place until finally, after what felt like forever, the car stopped.

You could hear as the car doors opened and Nick got out, leaving you with Beck, who picked you up and stood your shaky legs on the gravelled turf. When he took the blindfold off you were temporarily blinded by the sun, its shining rays hurting your dry, tired eyes. Had you been travelling all night?

“Going to be another hot one today,” Beck mused as he closed the car door while keeping a hold on your forearm, allowing you to take in the sight of the mansion before you.

It was the biggest home you’d ever seen. Incredibly modern with natural wood features meeting the minimalist undertones of the grey brick and concrete, large open windows sprawling across the structure to let in ample natural light, although the glass was tinted so you couldn’t see in.

To you, it didn’t look homely at all, instead clinical and exceedingly large, as if the structure was there for showing off instead of actual functionality.

Nick’s voice caught your attention as he was standing by the car on his phone, seemingly caught up in a conversation that Mace was paying close attention to. Neither of them were looking at you. And when your gaze turned back to Beck, he was distracted by a text on his phone, his grip at its weakest point.

Blood surged through you as without hesitation, knowing this would be your only chance, you ripped your arm out of Beck’s grasp and bolted. All three Alphas yelled after you and made chase. But they were no match for the speed of a fleeing Omega.

Not knowing where you were or where you were going, you barrelled past the home and into the backyard, quickly surveying your surroundings.

A pool, pool house, and barn further back on the property, all surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and a forest edge.

You started sprinting towards the barn, hoping you could find a hiding spot amongst some hay or at least mask your scent with animal droppings if you had to.

As you reached the wooden building you ran around the back you took a moment to calm your panting breaths before you raised your arms behind you. Despite the pain radiating in your wrists, you repetitively slammed your arms down against your tailbone until the zip ties snapped, leaving your skin a bloody mess from where the ties had dug in deep.

You wondered how much untainted skin you had left, a mix of James’ blood and your own covering you.

With limbs freed, you tried to open the back door, letting out a huff when it didn’t budge with a keypad keeping it locked. Noticing an ajar window, you decided to go there instead, using a nearby log to get the height to be able to hoist yourself up and into the structure as you heard Nick and his men yelling your name outside.

Amongst the commotion you could hear their boyish laughs and howling calls.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, little puppy.”

They were enjoying this.

Fucking Alphas.

You fell with an ungracious ‘oof’ through the window, your back hitting the cement floor. The pain stunned you for a moment, expecting a softer fall, but as your eyes adjusted to the darkened room you became confused. It was modern, not like the barn exterior at all.

But then you realised what the barn contained.

It took everything in you not to scream as you scrambled to your feet, taking rushed steps backwards until your sore back hit the wall.

You couldn’t believe it.

Rows and rows of cages filled the barn, like a pound.

But instead of animals, there were Omegas.

Most of the cages were empty, but your eyes fell on one sleeping form, curled up against the back wall of her enclosure with tears streaked down her cheeks.

It was the girl from the missing poster.

It was a baffling realisation as you approached her cage, seeing a profile sheet on the outside of the cage. Everything about the Omega was recorded. Height, weight, mating status, virginity status, likes, dislikes. All of it. And below it all. Expected sale price.

You’d heard of Omega trafficking in the news, but never like this. You knew the man who took you wasn’t good, but this was something else.

As if he could sense your thoughts, Nick opened the main door to the barn, smirking as three Dobermans followed in tow. You wanted to move, but your body remained frozen in shock, standing in the centre of the cages.

“That’s enough now Omega. We’ve had our fun. It’s time to come with me.”

Nick wasn’t Alpha commanding you, playing his twisted game. He was testing you, seeing if you were ready to submit.

Your eyes glanced to the cages before turning back to him, muscles tightening in preparation to run again as he began making slow steps towards you with the dogs following.

"Don't worry, pup. Your place is in my bed, not here."

“Why?” Your voice was weak, vitality wavering as the exhaustion was starting to set in. Deep and painful in your body.

Nick chuckled as he started edging closer. You took steps back, but once you were stuck against the wall you had nowhere to go, the only open door on the other side of the barn.

“Because I want you,” he said simply, as if it answered all your questions with complete clarity. His eyes glanced at your bloodied wrists before returning to your face. “You’ve had a long day so I’m being lenient, but playtime is over. You’re bleeding, let me get Beck to have a look.”

Beside you the back door opened as Mace entered, and you didn’t hesitate to break out into a sprint again, Nick and Mace both trying to grab you but narrowly missing your darting form as you ran out into the forest that surrounded the property.

But this time you weren’t just being chased by the Alphas.

This time the dogs were quick to run after you too.

Every muscle in your body screamed at you to stop as you stumbled through the thick foliage of the forest, but the sound of barking dogs close behind you spurred you to keep going despite the branches cutting at you and leaves slapping against your body.

When the padding of the four-legged creatures got louder you chanced a quick glance over your shoulder, gasping at the sight of the Dobermans almost on your heel.

The distraction caused you to miss the thick branch laying over the forest floor, your ankle getting easily caught in it. There was no time to brace yourself as you fell hard, body slamming to the ground without an ounce of grace.

The impact winded you, your face smacking against the hard dirt and chest bouncing. Everything hurt, vociferous agony spreading through your battered form. Your nose leaked blood, small droplets hitting the ground below as you let out a pained whine.

A tearless sob left you as the dogs came bounding up to you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth in flesh, for the pain to increase as the dogs attacked you. But the hurt never came.

A small shuffling next to you caused you to open your eyes, a sharp wheezy inhale sounding as you looked next to your body. One of the Doberman’s, with the name Apollo on his collar, was lying next to your body, beady eyes gazing at your face.

The other two, with the names Icarus and Hermes, sat attentively behind Apollo. Icarus looked at you while Hermes’ sight was on the path from where you came.

Apollo nudged your side with his nose until you rolled onto your back with a cough, looking up at the treetops. The sun was shining through the leaves, and you could feel the warmth on your skin.

For just a moment, the pain stopped, the world stopped, and it was just you gazing at the rustling leaves as you lay on your picnic blanket, waiting for James to bring the carefully crafted picnic basket from the car.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

Your dream dissipated as quickly as it started, pain blooming in your chest as Nick put his tailored shoe on your chest, giving enough pressure for you to whimper. “Stupid puppy. If you didn’t want to get hurt, you shouldn’t have run,” he taunted, but you could see the way he was looking over your body, counting the injuries as Mace and Beck followed shortly behind him.

“Don’t move, pup.” Nick sighed, nodding his head at Beck for him to come over.

Nick’s foot lifted from your chest, allowing you to draw a deep breath as you watched him move to the side with Apollo, squatting down to give the dog a treat. “If only you were a good puppy like him, maybe you’d get my treats too.”

You ignored him, not letting out a sound apart from the occasional hiss as Beck checked over your body, the man asking if certain spots hurt or if you could move certain digits and toes. The urge to run had long left you, so you lay as Beck gently touched your face, inspecting your nose and the growing bruise from where you hit your head on the ground.

“She’s a little beat up, but she’ll be fine. Just need to get the dirt out of her cuts so it doesn’t get infected.” Beck looked to Nick, awaiting his next order.

It was odd seeing the way the two Alphas submitted to Nick, when they were Alphas themselves.

But then you smelt it. You’d been so distracted by the lasting scent of your dead Alpha that your body had shut out Nick, but as you lay on the forest floor the strongest Alpha scent you’d ever experienced invaded your senses.

A strikingly masculine scent that smelt nothing short of lavish entered your sinus, a mix of black tea, leather notes, and geranium flowing through you as you couldn’t help but be enthralled by it. Underneath it all, there was a hint of lavender. A softness that finished the scent from being too overwhelmingly bold. You couldn’t even smell Beck or Mace as Nick’s aura eluded from him, your eyes fluttering as you whined and hips writhed.

You hated how much you loved it.

Shit.

Nick was a prime Alpha. The head of his pack.

It made sense, seeing as the other Alphas were so quick to fall into line for him.

Hearing your whine Nick let out a teasing coo, shushing you as he reached under you to pick you up bridal style, your dirty body further staining the white of his shirt. A meld of red and brown ruined the pale fabric, his clothes becoming a canvas of your pain.

The yip you let out was pure Omega, hindbrain taking over as the primal urge to nuzzle against him took over. You would feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed at you, his grip tightening at little.

As he began to walk with you out of the forest you couldn’t help but close your eyes, allowing the pure exhaustion to pull you under into its endless depths.

When you woke you felt weightless and surrounded by a comforting warmth. Your lashes fluttered open, instantly landing on Nick’s face as he ran a lathered sponge over your bare body.

The bath was filled with bubbles, and his hands ran tenderly over your skin as all the dirt and blood was washed away, the water discoloured and muddy.

“You’re finally awake, puppy. The day was quite exciting, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t respond, but didn’t push him away either as your skin was cleared from the weight of dirt. You watched the way Nick carefully washed your cuts and abrasions, making sure not to irritate them further.

He was being caring, and it had you on edge. There had to be a catch, and there was.

Nick stripped himself of his clothes, and while you wanted to avert your gaze, you couldn’t help but be entranced by the Alpha as each patch of skin was revealed to you. Deep chiseled muscles adorned his broad frame, small nicked scars on his skin as if he held a battle scar for each rise of the rank to the top.

Your breath hitched and eyes widened at the sight of the intricate lines of black ink that flowed across his body. With no fabric covering him, you could discern the roses and thorns that stretched along his neck and down until it met his chest piece. The thorns flowed into a forest scene where on his pec a wolf bared its teeth, snarling ominously at the moon along the treetops. As your eyes moved lower you saw the way his left arm featured a smoky darkness, skulls decorating the limb as it melded in with the haze.

And then you saw his hand. On the back of it was a grandfather clock face, stylised to fit in perfectly with the rest of his pieces, his fingers blackened to look skeletal. Some of the tattoo was hard to see with the silver rings embellishing his fingers.

It was objectively a stunning piece of art. But knowing the creations sat on such a wicked man put a distaste in your mouth.

You wanted to read the time on the clock but he moved before you could, filtering out the old water and replacing it with fresh clear liquid as he maneuvered you so you were in his lap, his thick thighs either side of your legs.

You tried to wriggle away with protesful cries, but his grip was strong as he held film, the water splashing around you as he scented into your neck, the deep inhale against your skin causing you to shiver. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet, puppy. It’s a wonder that boyfriend of yours never claimed you.”

James. Just the thought of him had tears welling in your eyes, a reminder of Nick’s power.

A sob bubbled out of your throat. “I wasn’t ready—“

“Don’t worry, after you’ve had my knot you’ll be more than ready. That is,” he dragged his teeth along your skin, lapping his tongue against your mating gland, “if I can stop myself from taking you right here, puppy.”

“Don’t!” You cried out, unable to fight him in his unrelenting grip as he smirked against your neck, continuing to swirl his tongue along the sensitive patch.

“You know, good puppies care for their Alphas,” his lips moved against your skin as he spoke. “And you will care for me in every way.”

“You’re not my Alpha.” You protested as you tried to ignore how good it felt to have his lips on you.

“Not yet.”

His teeth grazed your gland as you keened, back arching against him as you felt the way his cock twitched between your cheeks.

Nick ground his cock against your ass, and you could feel the tension in his body as he held himself back from biting you. It was as if he was fighting himself from doing it.

With a growl he lost control and moved to your other shoulder, sinking his teeth into your supple flesh as his hands moved your hips against his cock.

A yowl left you as you squirmed, hands gripping the edges of the bathtub as your blood trickled into the water. Although Nick didn’t allow much to spill before he licked the wound, helping it to clot.

The scent in the room was completely overpowering, the lust of the prime Alpha like a thick smog that filled your lungs. It tried to pull you down into terrifying depths, where Omegas submitted to their Alphas and did as they were told without argument.

“Mm, bath time is over puppy. I want to claim my Omega.”

Your words got caught in your throat as Nick picked you up with ease, the water dripping down into the bathtub below. You looked down, almost wishing he would just drown you in it.

It would be more peaceful than what you knew was to come.

Harrowing thoughts swirled through your mind as you became pliant in Nick’s grip. He dried you, moving you around so he could move the towel against your skin as you considered your options.

You could drown yourself, but that was incredibly hard to do, and cited as one of the worst ways to die. You couldn’t set yourself on fire, another less than ideal option. If you could find something sharp. That could do the trick.

If Nick could just give you a moment alone, you could rummage the cabinets and surely find something that would work, something that would save you the reality of being mated to the mob boss.

But he wasn’t going to leave your side; you knew this. He wasn’t dumb and would see right through a ploy you put before him. But you didn’t want to be mated to him, you didn’t want this life. You wanted the simple happiness of James and the boringness of your home town.

You had no desire for lavishness, especially when it’s being funded by something as heart wrenching as what you had seen in the barn.

You couldn’t help but feel anger, hating whatever it was that Nick saw that made you special enough to mate. It felt like more of a prison sentence than being locked in a small cage and whisked away to the highest bidder.

Nick acknowledged your apathetic gaze with a roll of his eyes, picking you up like a ragdoll to bring you to his bedroom.

It was as luxe as you had expected given the mansion exterior. Lots of greys and blacks blended into a modern look. But to you it just had no character. No life. The hues of the room mirrored how your heart felt. Empty of feeling and desolate.

There was one thing that caught your eye. By the bed was a large dog crate, pink and blue blankets neatly folded along the base of it for bedding.

It was odd only seeing the one cage. Didn’t he have three dogs?

Nick placed you down on the floor by the bed, dropping you to your knees so you knelt before him. His fingers danced along your jawline, tilting your face up so you saw his towering form above you.

“There’s going to be new rules now, Omega. But I’ve made them nice and simple for that dumb puppy brain of yours.” Nick moved away from you to the small alcohol collection that sat atop of his dresser, pouring himself a caramel liquid in a crystalline glass with a harboured sigh. As if having to explain the rules to you was a taxing task for him.

“You do what I say, when I say. Don’t make me have to Alpha command you, it’s irritating. You’re permitted to speak, but never interrupt me or my guests. You are to be my good little Omega and if you do as you’re told your life will be easy. If you act up,” Nick moves back towards you, swirling the liquid in his glass as he looks down at you. “Well, there will be consequences.”

There was a beat of silence, the air in the room getting a twingle colder, your bare skin chilled under the Alpha’s icy glare. “Your antics today were one example of disappointing me. So, Let’s test your obedience now, puppy. Open your mouth.”

You stared at him as he looked expectantly at you. There was no thrall over you. He hadn’t commanded you. You didn’t want to do as he said, but the heavy burden of possible repercussions weighed heavy on your shoulders. Was fighting even worth it?

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, your nails digging into your thighs as you presented to him. Nick hummed in approval, taking a swig of his drink before he reached down, thumb pressing down on your tongue so your mouth opened wider for him. It made your jaw ache, and you wanted to do nothing more than cower away.

You were preparing yourself to bite him, building up the courage to fight back against the bulky Alpha. The expectation of him using your mouth for pleasure had your lip turning up in disgust, your teeth baring to him.

Right as you’d built up the gall to do it, jaw ready to snap closed around his digit, Nick caught you off guard when he poured the contents of his drink straight into your awaiting mouth.

The sudden burn of the whiskey made you cough and splutter, momentarily drowning in the hard alcohol as your throat struggled to swallow without inhaling the drink straight into your lungs.

“You seemed thirsty, puppy.” Nick mused, removing his thumb so you could heave properly. You fell to your hands, wiping your mouth as you finally regained your breath.

As the burn started to satiate from your throat the warmth began blooming in your chest, the strength of the alcohol quickly invading your body and making you woozy. Your eyes scrunched closed as you sat back into your kneeling position. You never drank, so the feeling of lightheadedness was entirely foreign. And you hated it. You hated the way you could feel yourself losing control of your body.

Nick was taking everything from you. And you couldn’t stop him. It was a battle that was weighted against you from the start.

With a light chuckle, Nick refilled his glass, taking a sip before running his fingers over your whiskey stained lips. “Open, Omega.”

It felt like your stomach did a flip at the thought of more alcohol. “I- I’ll be sick. Please. I don’t want it.”

Nick’s expression hardened, a deep rumble coming from his chest. “First and last warning, puppy. I didn’t ask for your opinion. I told you to open your fucking mouth.”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, almost drawing blood as you whimpered. Nick growled as you kept your mouth closed, his hand gripping your chin in a painfully tight hold, the rings on his fingers cold against your face. “Fine. We’ll play this game. Open your mouth nice and wide for me, Omega. And say ahh like a good puppy.”

When his hand let go the Alpha command took hold, tears brimming and beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your jaw moved of its own volition, a force bigger than your own making your mouth open wide for the Alpha towering above you.

You hated the ‘ahh’ that was forced from your throat as your body complied with the Alpha’s wishes, the tears beginning to flow more steadily.

The laugh that came from Nick was pure sneer as he cupped your cheek, giving it a few gentle taps with his palm. “That’s better. Don’t make me ask like that again or you’ll be sleeping in the fucking crate.”

Your eyes glanced at the cage that sat at the foot of the bed. Oh. It wasn’t for the dogs. It was for you.

You didn’t have much time to think as more whiskey was poured into your mouth. Nick let it flow slower this time, using his free hand to plug your nose so you had to swallow it all, despite the fiery feeling in your throat that travelled all the way down to your stomach and bloomed through your body.

Nick smiled as he finished, downing the small amount of liquid left. “Good girl. You must be really thirsty for some water, right puppy?” He contemplated with a devious spark, picking up a bottle of water as you looked at it with a salivating mouth.

He was right. You were really fucking thirsty. The alcohol had your mouth dry and entire being parched.

Haziness that had started to overtake you had the room becoming a bit wonky and unstable, but at least the radiating pain of your sore muscles and cuts was starting to subside. The agony in your heart had even begun to ease as your body was forcibly calmed.

“Yes. M’want some wa— water, please.” You were still a little breathless as your words came out unintentionally slurred.

Nick tutted, holding the bottle of water right in front of you, swinging it nonchalantly. “What was that puppy? I couldn’t understand you.”

“C-Can I please have some- some water? I’m so— I’m so thirsty.” Somehow your words were even more inebriated as you swayed in your spot on the floor, Nick’s smirking face becoming a little more obscure in your vision.

“Mm, still can’t understand you, Omega. Sounds like you should address your Alpha and beg if you want his attention.” He was closer to you now. Squatting in front of your kneeling form with the water bottle in hand. “Put your hands up like a puppy too.”

“Alpha.. Can I please have— have some water, please?” No amount of alcohol could have stopped the pure humiliation you felt as you raised your hands in front of you, like a puppy raising its paws.

“Good girl. Yes you can. But I bet a dumb little puppy like you wouldn’t be able to drink from a bottle right now. You’d spill it everywhere and that would be such a waste. It’s a good thing your Alpha has just the idea for you.” His words flowed through your ears but you didn’t actually process what he was saying until he poured some of the water into his palm and held it to your mouth. “Drink up, pup.”

Any dignity you had was washed away by the buzzing in your system, your hindbrain controlling most of your decision making as you let out a soft whimper. You would be horrified to see yourself as you leant forward, hands holding onto Nick’s arm as you lapped the water from his palm.

You let out a sigh of relief when he refilled his hand, allowing you to drink more water from him. The clear liquid helped to ease some of the pain in your throat and stomach, the queasiness quelling a little with each run of your tongue through the aqua.

Nick continued until the bottle of water was finished, and you could see his cock hardening between his legs as you drank. You hiccuped as you felt brimming with liquid, your stomach swirling like a bilious storm.

“What do you say when your Alpha does something kind for you, Omega?” The anticipative smirk Nick gave you made your stomach turn over on itself again, knowing he was enjoying every moment of toying with you, seeing how far you’d go.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely higher than a whisper, your breath turning bated as you waited for the Alpha’s next move.

Nick let out a disapproving croon, tipping the water bottle over your head so the last trickle of water drizzled into your hair and down your face. You looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at the water dribbled down and mixed with your fallen tears.

When you remained silent, Nick yanked your hair, tilting your head back as his face got close to yours with a snarl.

“Th-Thank you, Alpha.”

You were still rocking unstabily in your position, and when Nick picked you up from your armpits you had to rely on his strength to hold you up. Your legs had gone to sleep from sitting in the same position for so long, and painful pins and needles deep in your muscles, causing you to whine as he held you.

Nick hoisted your body onto the plush grey sheets with ease, lying you on your back as he admired your form. “It’s almost cruel how beautiful you are, Omega. Just look at you.”

His praise fell on deaf ears as the exhaustion threatened to take hold of you again, the comfort of the bed drawing you closer to peaceful doze. It felt like lying on clouds, but as Nick’s form settled between your legs, you realised you were far from heaven.

“No time for sleep, puppy. Not yet.” His hands roamed over your body, the coolness of his rings leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paid particular attention to your breasts, his dark orbs watching as he palmed them, kneading the supple flesh in his grip.

Nick licked his lips before he leaned down to press a wet kiss to the swell of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch as you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation rising in your core. The alcohol had dampened your anxiety and left you with just arousal as your nipples hardened under his teasing touches.

A moan spilled past your lips as his tongue ran across your hardened bud, swirling around it as his hand began tweaking your other hardened peak. Scorching desire started to build in you as Nick began sucking, seemingly taking great pleasure in making your hips squirm against the bed as you couldn’t help but make noises for him.

As he continued his ministrations, Nick angled his erection between your folds, slowly sliding himself along your wetness and up your stomach.

Nick swapped sides, giving both tits equal attention with his mouth and hands as he thrusted along your pussy lips. Your skin glistened with his spit as he started getting more and more animated, sucking and touching harder, gravelled groans coming from him as it almost started to hurt. The fine line between pleasure and pain was getting blurred as your wetness threatened to drip down onto the bed below.

You saw the same look on Nick’s face as before he lost control and bit you while in the bath, causing you to try and writhe away. His hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as his erection lay hot and heavy on your glistening cunt. There was only a split second before Nick bared his teeth and bit the top of your left breast.

It hurt so good as his canines pierced your skin, the Alpha possessively marking you. The world was still groggy and when you tried to push Nick off your arms had no strength in them, the Alpha not budging at all when he finally let his jaw go slack.

“I just can’t control myself around you.” Nick husked as he moved his lips to your arm. You howled as he bit again, leaving another mark. The room became filled with your cries for him to stop as Nick moved his mouth all over your body, covering you with bites and nips.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as he moved lower, dizziness overtaking you when you tried to sit up. Nick’s hand easily pushed you back down onto the bed before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Despite all the pain your cunt clenched around nothing as your heady arousal grew.

It was wrong. You shouldn’t enjoy this. So why did being claimed by the Prime Alpha feel so fucking good? It was as if with each clench of his jaw pure dopamine was pumped into your system, your hindbrain finding comfort in knowing it was okay, your Alpha was there.

Your mating gland remained unmarked as Nick regained control of himself, his shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath as his cock stood proud between his legs.

The pure size and girth of it should have scared you, but your hindbrain replaced your fear with a lusted whine. “You like what you see, puppy? Want to be torn apart by your Alphas cock?”

An internal struggle began as you shook your head. No— You didn’t want it. But the pulsing need between your legs indicated otherwise as the intoxication warped your mind.

Nick smirked as his fingers dipped into your slit, collecting your juices on his fingers before holding them up in front of you. “If you don’t want it, then why are you so fucking wet?”

You could smell yourself on his fingers as he brought the digits to your face, nudging your lips open with a soft command, “suck them clean.”

Impatient, Nick let an Alpha command out, revelling in the way you opened your mouth to hungrily suck his fingers, not leaving a spot untouched by your tongue as you let out little uncontrollable yips. “Good puppy. You deserve a reward, and your Alpha can’t wait any longer.”

Nick lined his cock up to your entrance, giving his hard length a few pumps before breaching your tight hole. He let himself sink in at an excruciatingly slow space, letting out a long groan until he reached his hilt and he was fully sheathed by your wet walls.

It hurt, the stretch near unbearable, but the moment Nick started moving the pain quickly turned into overwhelming sparks of pleasure that travelled through your whole body and had your back arching.

The pleasure was like nothing you’d ever felt before as Nick speared into you, his scent just growing stronger in your senses as strings of moans sounded from you, mixing in with his animalistic groans.

“Fuck, oh god, that’s it Omega. Fuck, you’ve got such a tight little cunt. Such a dumb slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond as he started snapping his hips harder, your body jolting with each punishing thrust that had you gripping into the sheets below.

“Fucking dirty slut. Tell me I’m the best cock you’ve ever had,” Nick’s hand slid up your body to rest on your neck, beginning to put pressure down on your airways. “Tell me I’m better than James.”

The mention of his name had you quickly shedding tears with hiccuped sobs that mixed in with your mewls.

Nick didn’t slow his pace as his fingers tightened around your neck, and for a moment you considered not responding just to see if he’d choke you to death. But the logic in you knew he wouldn’t. He wanted you and there was no escaping that.

With each drag of his cock against your slick walls your resolve faltered more, the lack of oxygen making you feel euphoric. “Tell me.” You could barely make the words out between his growled huffs of breath.

And when Nick angled his cock to hit your g-spot you fell down the rabbit hole of pure pleasure.

“You— You’re the best cock I’ve ever had. B-Better… Better than James.” Anyone who knew you would know the voice that came from you wasn’t you. But Nick didn’t seem to care as he grinned proudly, his trusts moving even faster against your sweet spot.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you gripped onto Nick’s arms hard enough to leave crescent marks on his skin as he just didn’t stop. His unrelenting pace had a tortuous pressure building in your abdomen.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Cum for me, Omega.” Nick pressed his hand onto your stomach so he could feel himself fucking you, making the pressure of him inside you even more intense.

Your entire body started to go taut as the raucous rapture had your cunt clenching around Nick, your mind allowing you sweet indulgence as you came with a cry. The release was like being on cloud nine, your pleasure and anguish melding into one as you let it all go, the pillow below you dampened with your tears.

“Shit, puppy, look at you creaming on my cock. Squeezing me like a fucking vice. Fuck, gonna make me fucking breed your cunt like a bitch in heat.” Nick’s words kept flowing as he flipped you onto all fours, pushing your face down into the mattress as he pounded in harder and harder until you could feel his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.

Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more full his knot just kept growing, stretching you further than you thought humanly possible as he locked himself in place. “Fuck, oh god, fuck I’m gonna to cum, I can’t hold it. My filthy slut, gonna stuff you full of me. Breed you so deep you’ll feel me dripping out for days.”

Nick collapsed over you as his hips stuttered and rolled, his cock buried deep. You felt him pulsate before his release started spilling inside you, the bulge at his base stopping any from leaking out as your eyes rolled back from the sensation of fullness.

“You’re mine. All of you. Give me it all.” You could feel his panting breaths against your neck as the cum finally seemed to stop, but there was no rest as Nick’s teeth grazed along your mating gland, rasped breaths against your ear that became silenced as Nick bit into your mating spot.

“No!” Your cry did nothing as you felt everything change.

Despite your intoxication, your vision cleared and your head became less clouded. Your senses heightened as Nick’s smell enveloped you like a warm hug, his presence alone calming you. Any thoughts of self-harm dissipated as you wouldn’t want to upset your Alpha, and the thought of James became less painful than before, you have an Alpha now, anyone else doesn’t matter. You felt a sense of adoration for Beck and Mace for taking such good care of your Alpha and you felt pure love for the three dogs that stood by your Alpha’s side.

The home that you hated didn’t feel lifeless anymore. Because Nick was there. And Nick made everything better. You’d live in a cardboard box if he told you, because he made everything okay.

Your entire being was overpowered by Nick. Your Alpha. As the bond took hold. And when Nick let your neck go and you glanced back you could see the way his gaze had changed for you too. The harshness was still there, but there was a hint of something new. He cared for you. And nothing could make a mob boss weaker than caring for someone.

It was dangerous territory for both of you, but you couldn’t find yourself caring as Nick moved you so you could lie on his inked chest, his knot holding you together.

You were deathly tired. You had been on a roller coaster since Nick entered your life, and now it was coming to a stop the exhaustion was severe.

Tears kept falling and you didn’t know why anymore. The sorrow in your heart was slowly being overtaken through your bond, leaving you with sadness you no longer understood.

You could feel Nick’s own fatigue through the bond, his emotions wrought as well. Your hand ran over his abs and rested on his chest by your head. You could feel the steady beating of his heart and the momentum lulled you closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

“Rest, Omega.” The richness to Nick’s voice had you relaxing further, snuggling against him as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

Your mind was still going through a whirlwind of changing emotions, but as you closed your eyes the blackness that filled your vision quickly pulled you into lethargic slumber.

When you woke up, the sweet smell of pancakes hit you. It was nice. Homely almost. Almost.

You knew Nick wasn’t there before you even opened your eyes, his warmth gone and the bond feeling further away. But you could still feel his presence with you, reminding you who owned you, his scent still forefront in your senses.

It’s okay. Alpha isn’t far.

You squeaked when you opened your eyes and saw Beck sitting at the foot of the bed, quickly making sure the covers were over your naked form.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already seen it all. Nick had me check your wounds while you were asleep,” Beck’s words came out softly, a plate of perfectly round pancakes topped with berries and maple syrup in his hands. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Beck laughed, moving to put the pancakes and utensils in your lap, eyes lingering on your mating bite. “He got you pretty deep. That’ll scar nicely. I’m happy for him, finding an Omega of his own.”

It was as if he was thinking aloud rather than speaking to you, and when he pulled back you took the chance to thank him for the food before beginning to eat. Having only had whiskey and water the day prior, the spongy goodness was amazing.

Beck moved to the closet, disappearing for a few minutes as you ate all the food on your plate, enjoying the moment of solace where you couldn’t hear anything except the shuffling of hangers and birds chirping outside.

The bond had settled, the feeling of connection with Nick not as strong, and it allowed some of the harboured feelings towards the Alpha to resurface.

You placed the plate by the bedside, choosing to forgo modesty so you could gaze out the window. You could see the backyard, and it was nice, until you looked at the barn. It looked nondescript, but knowing what it contained put a pit in your stomach. You wondered if the Omegas in there were awake. Had they been given breakfast? Were they being treated nicely? You highly doubted they were treated to pancakes.

Beck returning to the room cut your thoughts short, your brows furrowing when you saw what was in his hands. A stunning dress and heels were placed on the bed, along with a modestly sized makeup bag. You remained wordless, simply looking at the items as if they would grow sentient. You felt entirely out of place.

“Boss wants you dressed and downstairs within thirty minutes. You’ve got an event to attend.”

“And if I say no?” Your words were sharp, an attitude coming from you despite the humiliation of standing naked in front of a man you didn’t know.

Beck sighed, crossing his arms. “You’re a smart woman. You know he won’t take disobedience lightly.”

You knew Nick would be able to feel your emotions through the bond, but you couldn’t help it. With a huff you brushed past Beck and moved to the bathroom so you could shower. It was even more enraging seeing all your favourite products already there. Although your hindbrain interpreted it as your Alpha caring for you, you knew he was a horrible person. That barn was evidence enough.

As you showered you thought about the night before. You were mad at yourself for not fighting back harder. But you knew you were in no position to. Nick had made sure of that when he forced whiskey down your throat.

With a groan you rested your head against the shower wall, letting the hot water flow over you.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t wash Nick’s hold away. You turned to look in the reflection of the glass door, lips pursing at the sight. Bites covered your entire body, small bruises and cuts joining the marks. You looked like a mess. And you were.

Your fingers idly ran over your wrists, the skin still irritated from where the zip ties had sliced your flesh.

A knock on the door told you’d been in the shower too long and so you made quick work of drying off and returning to the bedroom. The sun was reflecting golden hues into the room and it made you realise it was actually afternoon. You’d slept longer than you thought, not that time seemed to matter much anymore anyway. You had nowhere to be except for where Nick wanted you.

Beck held the dress out so you could step into it, gentle touches moving your hair out of the way so he could zip it up from the back. The lack of underwear had you frowning as the dress fitted around your body.

You tried to protest when Beck held out the shoes for you to slip into, but he just rolled his eyes and took your ankle to guide your foot in. The heels were higher than you’d ever worn before, and it felt like being drunk all over again as you found your balance in them.

When you made your way to the full length mirror you were speechless. The dress was stunning. A dark velvet emerald bodice showed off your curves, while the short sleeves sat off your shoulders, making your bitten skin visible to the whole room. The dress filtered out into an a-line figure, tulle flowing down your legs, but there was a distinct slit that would show your marked legs as you walked.

It seemed Nick intended on showing you off to anyone who so much as glanced your way.

Beck stood and watched as you put minimal makeup on. You never wore it before now, and you had no intention of actually trying to learn for the Alpha. He seemed to have no problem with it when he mated you anyway.

“One more thing.” Beck took a box out of his suit jacket, opening it to show you an opulent diamond collar that sparkled gorgeously in the afternoon light.

It was exquisite, and fit for a princess. But you didn’t want to be Nick’s princess. Not when your kingdom was built on the bodies of trafficked Omegas.

You watched in the mirror as Beck secured the jewels around your neck, the weight of gems a heavy burden you now bore.

When he’d finished, Beck held out his arm, but you shook your head and started walking behind him without his help. However, when you almost stacked it halfway out the bedroom door you decided to take him up on his offer.

Beck led you down the hallway until you reached the main staircase, walking you down with slow steps so you didn’t fall.

As you got to the bottom he left you there, allowing you to take in the sights of the large open plan living room and kitchen. It was immaculate. And part of you wanted to move one of the art pieces out of place just to see if Nick would even notice.

The sight of Apollo, Hermes and Icarus asleep together in the living room had the corners of your lips quirking up slightly. Alpha’s dogs. He loves them, like he loves you.

“Omega.”

Nick’s deep voice had you turning to look at him. You hated how attractive he looked in a dark velvet suit that matched the colour of your dress. He looked just as picture perfect as the rest of his home. Behind him you could see Mace and Beck coming out of the mansion’s enormous office, locking the door behind them.

“You look stunning, puppy.” Nick ran his hand down your back, resting at your lower back as he began guiding you towards the front door and outside towards his awaiting car.

“Thank you..” There wasn’t much sincerity in your words but Nick seemed too caught up looking at you in the dress and collar to care.

Mace opened the car door for you, giving you a small smirk as he helped you get your long dress into the car before he moved to get into the driver's seat.

Nick sat next to you, his hand running over your bare arm, admiring his work on your skin.

You felt wholly uncomfortable as Beck got in the passenger seat and the car started moving. You didn’t know where you were going, and you felt too emotionally exhausted to care.

Nick was happy, you could feel it through the bond, and that seemed to be enough for now. If he was happy maybe he’d leave you alone for the most part.

The drive wasn’t long, but Nick’s lingering touches and closeness as he replied to various messages on his phone made it feel like a century.

You watched out the window as you pulled into an estate, the car pulling up in front of an old Victorian style building where a valet service was waiting. It was easy to follow the motions as you were guided out of the car and had your arm looped together with Nick’s.

Just before you were due to enter Nick leant down to your ear, whispering, “be on your best behaviour puppy, or I will fucking tear you apart and show you how bad I can really be.”

Chills ran down your spine as you entered the building. The inside was even more impressive than the outside, every embellishment possible shown in the dimly lit space. There were at least a hundred people milling about socially, and nearly all of them turned to look at you and Nick upon your entrance.

Your breathing stopped under the leering gazes of a lot of Alphas, and some Betas. As you scanned the room you realised not only were you the only female. You were the only Omega. Anxiety shot through you and you were ready to bolt, but a soft coo in your ear had you coming back to reality. “You’re mine. Don’t worry, they’re not here for you.”

You didn’t understand but you couldn’t help but trust your Alpha as he led you into the room, a waiter bringing him a bourbon and when they tried to offer you champagne Nick turned them away with a smile. “I only want you drinking it when I can feed it to you. Plus, I need you sober to see my work.”

“Your work?” You frowned, letting Nick continue to guide you towards a small group of men.

“Since you’re my Omega it’s important to know what your Alpha does for work. That way when I rant to you after a stressful day you understand, and can help me relax. Think of this as a test of your obedience.”

You wanted to ask more but Nick brought you to the group of men who all recognised him with a grin.

“Nick! Well well well, I thought I’d never see an Omega on your arm. She’s beautiful.” The Alpha with caramel brown hair commented, his light blue suit standing out against the rest.

“Eyes off, Charles. She’s my mate, not just an Omega.” Nick spoke in jest, but you could hear the underlying threat.

“I can fucking see that, look at the marks on her.” Another Alpha, a brunette wearing a cable knit sweater spoke, eyeing your mating gland in particular.

“Like you can talk Ransom, have you seen some of the Omegas you’ve ripped into?” Your attention was turned again as a man with soft looking dark brown hair spoke. His smile was charismatic and you found yourself charmed by his presence. Maybe it was mostly his Beta scent that put you at ease.

“C’mon Steve. You literally cut into your Omegas so you can’t give me shit.” Ransom quipped, all the men laughing at a joke you obviously weren’t clued into.

Nick kept you close as they all kept talking, no one acknowledging your existence past the occasional glance in your direction.

It wasn’t long until the waiters returned, this time handing out numbered paddles to everyone except Nick.

You watched as Steve was given the number 7, Ransom was given 15, and Charles was given 45.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to Nick in a moment of quiet as the men we’re busy moving to another room.

“You’ll see, pup.”

Nick led you into the next room, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as it was even more dimly lit. There were chairs all facing a stage, the various men taking their seats as you wanted to do nothing more than run away.

Your feet moved as your mind screamed to run as Nick moved to the front seats that had reserved signs. When you sat next to Nick, Mace sat on your other side so you were boxed in with nowhere to go.

You waited with bated breath until a suited man stood at the podium on the side of the stage, various attendants standing around the room with tablets in their hands. Your brows furrowed in confusion before the dots started to connect, your jaw dropping in shock as you realised what was happening.

The first Omega was brought to the stage, clearly dazed and barely clothed. It was as if your body was frozen as you watched the bidding start. It was a whirlwind, and it wasn’t until the seventh girl that your heart started pumping again. She was the one from the missing poster, the one you’d seen in the cage.

Her blonde hair flowed down her back, skin barely covered by a navy camisole as she seemed like a deer in headlights. An attendant held her front and centre, and you could see the way she stood unsteady on her feet, as if she hadn’t been allowed to move for days.

You tried to stand, to stop the madness, but Nick and Mace held you down firmly to your seat with a hushed scowl.

“We’ve got quite the beauty here. She comes from a military family, so she knows authority. She’s a kind soul. Even offered up her food for the younger Omegas. A non-virgin, so we’ll start the bidding at $25,000.”

You watched in horror as paddles were raised by the men in the room bid in increasing increments, and as the price rose the bidding started to die down until there was one man left.

“Sold to gentleman 36 for $115,000.”

You looked over your shoulder as other Alpha’s were congratulating the winning bidder. A sickened whine bubbled from your throat at the sight of the winner, other Alpha’s turning their heads to look at you. But you didn’t pay them any attention. All you saw was Sheriff Bodecker, chuffed with a large grin.

That fucking bastard knew the whole time. He could have saved you. Saved these girls. But there he stood, erection clear through his uniform slacks as his dilated eyes watched as his omega was escorted off the stage.

Nick soothed you through the bond, your sounds dying down as he forced through a calming vibe that had your shoulders relaxing into the seat.

The soothing calmed you for a short while until the tenth Omega was brought to the stage. She was adorable, a small Omega that was sniffling as tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cower to cover up her scantily clad figure, her only coverage a lavender lingerie set. The girl shivered with each hiccuped cry, her wispy black hair falling to cover some of her horrified expression. The poor girl.

“We’ve got a special Omega here as number ten. An international student from the Philippines. We acquired her and her roommate, number 18. She was studying medicine so she’s very intelligent, and this little one is a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

The room became animated with bids, and you could hear Ransom’s paddle, 15, being called out along with another man's. Number 51. The two of them battled out, the price getting higher and higher until Ransom relented.

“Sold to gentleman 51 for $240,000.”

You felt Mace chuckling next to you before he moved behind you to whisper to Nick. “So, Freezy finally brought an Omega.”

“About fucking time,” Nick muttered, fingers idly running along your neck as he checked the sale prices on his phone.

You wanted it to end. But there seemed to be no finale in sight as another Omega was brought out.

This poor girl was sobbing the most out of all the others. Her frame shook with each wail as an attendant held her up, the man moving her soft blonde hair out of her face so it was visible to the room.

“A real sweet treat we have here. She’s not a virgin, but she does have quite the innocence in those blue eyes, doesn’t she? An immigrant from Ireland, so she’s got a bit of spark. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

Nausea sat heavy in your throat as the bidding began once again. Your own tears started flowing, mascara running down your cheeks as you watched the girl sob in fear.

“Sold to gentleman 45 for $155,000.”

You’d been so focused on her you hadn’t paid attention. But you recognised that paddle number. Charles.

The girl was whisked away and replaced with another. This Omega was different though. She didn’t seem afraid, a stern look on her face. She seemed angry. It was a polar opposite to the Omega’s before her. Her black dress barely covered her body, but it showed off her amazing physique and lush coiled black hair. The Omega’s arms were tied behind her back, and she had two attendants with her instead of one.

“A bit of French fire for you gentleman. She’s a force to be reckoned with, but it will make the taming even more fun. A challenge, if you will. We haven’t been able to get close enough to determine sexual status, she’s a bit too violent. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

There were less voices when the bidding started, but it seemed that the parties that were interested wanted to fight for the Omega.

“Omega 13 sold to gentleman 66 for $190,000.”

Nick raised a brow, scoffing under his breath. “Of course Chase wants the violent one.”

When the next Omega came out you wanted to run and hug her. Taking small steps, the girl came out with her hands tied behind her back and a black muzzle fitted to her face like a feral animal.

“Nick, you can’t be serious.” You gasped, hissing in pain when Nick pulled your hair.

“What the fuck did you just call me? I don’t want to hear another word from you until the auction is finished,” Nick growled, and the command was quick to take effect, your lips closing as your voice was unable to come out.

“This one comes with a warning. She bites. This is the roommate for Omega 10, a Philippines student. But while the other one was quite the good little girl, this one thrives on a bit of trouble. And to make it better, she’s a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

Quite a few Alpha’s became interested in the Omega, a war starting for the girl. You wanted to open your mouth and scream, but your jaw reamined wired shut under the Alpha’s command, even when you strained your muscles painfully.

As the Omega was sold to Steve, the man you had seen earlier, Nick noticed your writhing as you kept trying to open your mouth.

“You really want to be disobedient, don’t you Omega?” Your focus bore heavy on Nick as the next Omega was brought out to the stage. If looks could kill, Nick would be dead. You huffed through your nose as you felt his irritation irk between the bond.

You stared right into his eyes, challenging him. The Alpha didn’t back down, his phone discarded in his lap as his lids narrowed.

“We’ve got a stunning Puerto Rican veterinary nurse here. She’s always caring, and will be great for someone requiring a lot of attention. Virgin, so the bidding starts at $50,000.” The voice of the auctioneer drawled on in the background as people began bidding again, but the staring match between you and Nick continued despite the events in the background.

Your chest seized with panic, the stress of the auction, the inability to speak, the exasperation you could feel through the bond - it was all becoming too much. The anxiety that began pumping through you had your breath quickening the room became hazy with your unshed tears. Pure shattering dread overtook you as you began to break out into a cold, shaky sweat. 

When the Omega was sold to the man in the sweater, Ransom, you broke the stare to flee from the room. Mace and Beck, distracted by the events of the auction, missed grabbing onto you as you fled, but it didn’t matter much as Nick was close enough to be breathing down your neck behind you.

“Omega, stop.” Nick commanded as you made it out of the auction room.

You could barely hear him over your hyperventilating breaths as your feet slid to a stop, your legs wobbling under the frailty of your heels.

“Fucking hell, did you have to work yourself up so much? I can feel it all. Alright, you can open your mouth.”

The moment your muscles relaxed a sob escaped you as your mouth opened, sharp pain in the sides of your face from the strain. “How could you? How could you think I would be okay with this?”

“You don’t have to be okay with it. But consider it a reminder.” Nick pointed to the closed doors, expression tight. “This was supposed to be your fate, but I changed that. I saved you from that destiny. You could have it a lot fucking worse. You should be thanking me it’s not you up on that stage tonight.”

A scoff fell past your lips, feet still unable to move as Nick circled you. “You may have control over my body, Nick. But you will never own me. And I will never be thankful to you. I’d rather be dead than be mated to you.”

Nick grabbed your scruff from behind, squeezing your skin so your legs gave way and you collapsed to the ground. With a sigh, he took out a clamp from his pocket, securing it to the back of your neck so you remained unable to move. “I appreciate your energy, Omega. But you’ll see, I own all of you. Bad puppies like you just need some weaning before they’re ready for training.”

Nick’s hand ran along your body, feeling the fabric of your dress as his hand cupped your bare cunt as you let out a distressed high whine. “I could take you right here. Wait until all the Alpha’s are coming out and fuck you right in front of them. And you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, puppy. I might even let them use that mouth of yours.”

Mace and Beck came out of the auction room, both looking with wide eyes at your crumpled form on the ground as Nick’s threats were cut off. “Ah, perfect. Take her back and put her in the crate. I need to finish here.” Nick glanced at them before grabbing your face with his hands. “I’ll see you at home puppy. You better be ready to apologise for your antics when I get back.”

A low mewl left you as Mace picked you up, tailing Beck as they brought you back to Nick’s car. They were gentle with you, but didn’t remove the clamp from your neck despite your woeful cries the whole car ride back. Mace turned the deep bass of the music up to drown out your sounds as you lay across the back seat.

It was hard to form words in this state, but you still managed a few desperate howls for help as the car got closer and closer to your personal prison, Nick’s home. Your mind wandered to the other Omegas. What would become of them now? You hated to admit it, but their chances of survival seemed much more slim than yours.

These Alphas, so desperate for control and power, you feared to think of the lengths they would go for an adrenaline rush. The things they would do to their Omegas were, daresay, unspeakable

It all seemed like a game. A game you and all of your peers were losing.

Beck took you out of the car, carrying you up the stairs, past the dogs who looked at you curiously, and into the master bedroom.

“You should just do what he says, Omega. It will be much easier for you.” Beck spoke softly as he navigated your body into the crate, lying you down on the blankets that covered the hard base and pushing the fabric of your dress into the confines. There was no real cushioning, and you could already imagine how sore your joints were going to be after a few hours of being cramped in the same position.

Beck took the clip off your neck and locked the cage door, giving you a sympathetic look as you just cried.

You mourned the loss of James, the loss of your life, the loss of everything you knew.

Beck turned the light off as he left the room, covering everything with a shroud of darkness, the only source of light from the moon.

You turned in the dress, tulle all around you as you cuddled into the foetal position on your side.

The room was silent, just the rustling of the trees outside audible.

Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers resting against the diamond collar and deep mating mark.

As the cold evening air settled over your skin, your resolve was set. Your Alpha would not break you.

Deft fingers danced over the collar, fiddling with the gems that embellished it. It had become looser after the clamp on your neck had damaged it slightly. Instinctually you pulled the collar tighter so you would feel its presence against your windpipe. It was comforting, as if Nick was there, giving you a comforting touch. Your tight chest eased just a little.

It was then you realised there was only one problem in your plan. Nick Fowler had already won.

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