#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.

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-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! ❤️

[lanabuckybarnes]

All of these…me dead, me want 😩🤤

Hi Lexi!

I have a situation for you to think about: how would any of the men you write behave if they were coming home late (after work or a night out) and their partner was already asleep in bed?

Who trips over the couch? Who stealthily sneaks into bed? Who crashes fully clothed? And so on and so forth? I guess it’s a hc of sorts

Hope your wknd was/is great! 💜

Eeeee, this one's gonna be so fun, M! Thank you for such an interesting query 😍--some of these will involve early on in relationships and then later when babe is most comfortable with their partner--some of them are a twinge smutty/soft!dark.

**Oh snap, some of these surprised me too, dearies! Proceed with caution...**

James Mace - The Practical Man

Mace arrives home to assess a 'tipping point' in himself and you. He only does everything as he normally would, exactly as he would do it if you were awake. He tosses his keys those last few inches onto the hall table, turns on any lights he needs, pulls a glass from the cupboard for water, and brushes his teeth with the door open. If you're still sleeping when he's ready for bed, then that's fine. You're clearly tired. He could use rest, too. No problem. If you wake up, Mace likes to tell you about his day, even if your comments are mumbled with closed eyes and all he can do is pet his thumb across your cheek before you dose off again.

He likes sweet, slow kisses goodnight. He'll cuddle if you pull him in, but otherwise, he'll give you space. He doesn't want to overheat you. Mace's one, super-particular bedtime thing is saying "see you in the morning." Sounds simple, yeah, but in space, he doesn't get to--to say it or to see you or to really know it's morning. It's that tiny bit of reassurance that helps him relax into bed.

Curtis Everett - The Stealthy Spice

For lack of a better term, Curtis has night-vision. He never trips over anything, he can do everything in the dark just like the lights were on, and he makes next to no noise doing it. For when you are deep in sleep, that's great because him getting into bed won't startle you. If you're sleeping lightly? You practically slap him.

He's ready for that scenario, too, and grabs your wrists before you make contact. Starting with soothing words, he'll talk you down. Curtis is always sorry to alarm you, but his apology doesn't cover regret that you're awake now because he works very hard, very long days and misses you frequently. His shifts are so long he doesn't have much evening time with you during his work week. (He will, in fact, crash on the couch if he knows you have something big going on the next day and need rest, for what it's worth.)

We all joke that Curtis is a dirty boi, but truly, I do believe that once this man is comfortable with stable life, he is about that booty. He's 'calming you down' with that soft cooing at the same time he's sucking that sweet spot on your neck. Once he releases your fighting wrists, he's groping your ass and pinching your nipples. He'll wear you both out so you sleep again. Please let him. He will beg if necessary.

Jimmy Dobyne - The Handsy Drunk

Ok, I love Jimmy, but he is a pretty traditional dude. He requires/expects a certain type of effort from his partner, so if he's the breadwinner, you fulfill his other needs. He drinks out with friends and co-workers frequently as his way of shaking off a day of manual labor. Not a big texter or phone-talker, this one. Jimmy is more of a physical-contact partner. He has difficulty engaging in long, emotional conversations, so he uses touch to work through frustration. I am not talking about being violent, mind, just rougher at times, and this is where I get the idea of Jimmy being the most dominant of the characters I write for from (save for Lloyd obviously).

Jimmy is the classic man. Could be horny enough to wake you. Could be exhausted enough to just pass out. Could be too drunk to find his way to the bedroom entirely without tripping/running into furniture. All those things: that's Jimmy, and if he's been out late without you at all, it was either from being at work the entire time or out drinking after work. Ok, wait, technically he'll play golf with buddies, too, but they also drink then so kinda the same idea.

Johnny Storm - The Man Who Can't Stop

Hyper. Johnny is gd hyper and needs to be doing things--anything--almost every second he's awake. He tries to be quiet but also forgets to be quiet. He gets restless. He moves around a lot while he sleeps. He has weird dreams but not what he'd call 'nightmares.' Johnny sometimes needs to wake you up in order to calm down. He needs company because imagine how lonely flying is? Sure, the solitude is welcome sometimes, but otherwise, there is no one around. All his adrenaline-junkie activities, i.e. snowboarding, motocross, etc, are solo sports; he has fun with them, but they aren't interactive.

Now for the actual fun part of his return home: given permission from his partner, Johnny will at least begin doing whatever he wants whether you're awake or not, and he really, really enjoys seeing how far he can get before you do stir. Mouth, fingers, or full cock (in that order); it's one extra game he likes to play.

Jake Jensen - Must Wind Down

Jake cannot go to bed right after getting home; he needs at least two hours, preferably three to four, to do non-work things and clear his mind. Usually, it's gaming--when you are already asleep or if you're watching a show he isn't into--but could also be bingeing something with you. Before bed is playtime. Jake has that anxious energy he has to burn off, and when you're already out cold, he will not bother you unless you call for him or come out of the bedroom. Just his way.

He's got the path from door to home office down pat, and he doesn't need any light on to get there (barring something randomly moved or left in the way).

Very important point here is that Jake doesn't drink much without you. He'll have a friendly nightcap with the Team, and they do play actual games while having alcohol sometimes. They don't play drinking games though--specifically, Jake won't participate in drinking games without you. He gauges how much he drinks by how much you do, and he ensures you're both safe to get home/stay somewhere. He never comes home drunk. Loopy tired? Yes. Inebriated? No.

Lloyd Hansen - The Selfish Asshole

Moot point. Lloyd doesn't even sleep in the same bed as his partner. Sorry, gang, he does not give a shit about you or your beauty sleep. If he wants to fuck you, he will go right in, roll you onto your stomach, and take what he wants. That's just Lloyd.

Ari Levinson - Can't Hide His Feelings

He is affected by his day, and whether that means Ari is spitting-mad at some stupid shit others pulled at work or he's raving excited about something coming down the pipeline, he shows it. So, what does that mean for you? It means if Ari wants to be alone, he won't disturb you, but if he needs company, he's gonna wake you up.

It's led to arguments because he does not always think that through. He may have the power to keep his brain turned off while you speak to him tired; you don't really get that luxury. However, Ari is also very affecting in his attention. He's not taking his moods out on you like some of the others. Ari is improving his mood by being with you and will make it worth your waking while.

Ransom Drysdale - Silent Signals

Like two others (Curtis and Steve), Ransom evolves from closed-off/reserved to more open the longer he's with someone.

Ran, at first, does not spend the night or stay for long periods. Once he does, he is still very conscious of personal space (mostly for him and then eventually for you, too). Moving in together doesn't change that for another long while... Ran is slow to warm up.

He does absolutely get drunk and come home boldly horny--by that, I mean, the type of horny that needs intimacy as well--and crawl right into bed for sloppy, desperate, snuggly sex. The level of drunkenness required to get to that point diminishes over time, as his trust increases, but otherwise, Ran refuses to crash on a lumpy, small, angular couch, he refuses to sleep in anything with buttons or zippers or thick seams, and he refuses to compromise on resting comfortably. He will complain--and do so very loudly--if he is not comfy. Hotel staff beware.

Steve Rogers - Ever-Thoughtful

You know, you all know, how much I love Steve, but he's also just slow in his way. He needs lots of encouragement and permission, and, of course, Steve never assumes anything. That would make an ass out of him and his partner. Can't have that. Nope. Not a chance.

There's a wonderful part about this trait though.

Steve always considers you. He always listens to you. He doesn't rush either. So not only will Steve know if you need sleep more than company, not only will he have filed away your mood and body language over the last day and week, but he will also slowly complete his nighttime routine, making zero noise, keeping light and movement to a minimum.

Painstakingly slow, he'll get into bed, wait for you to naturally turn into him, and hold you. He's patient, but Steve is also not afraid to admit he enjoys seeing your peaceful face. He enjoys being right there in case it contorts in fear or pain. He simply enjoys being there, awake or asleep, in love or in support, as much as possible.

Bucky Barnes - Ever-Interested

He's complicated, but the fight Bucky goes through eternally is in his own mind now. He doesn't know where he falls on a scale of brash-young-heartthrob-soldier to brainwashed-loner-skiptime-assassin. He hasn't lived the in-between moments for most of his life. He struggles with that.

Bucky gives in to moments of quiet humanity, sure, but he still defaults to efficiency, even at the cost of comfort. When I say this is a war within him, I'm not putting it lightly. He can't shake what I'll call 'The Calculation.'

What does his own body need in this moment? Is it food or water or sex or sleep? Will getting what he wants jeopardize the next thing he'll need? If he needs food but nothing is available without making noise that will wake you, and he doesn't want or need to talk before he sleeps, then he has to choose based on that. If he needs release but not the mirror intimacy, he has to find a way to indulge in you without waking you.

Except there's a somewhat secret part of this: Bucky always wants you. There is always a part of him craving either the carnal pleasure or the emotional connection or the validation of sex, all for different reasons at different times. He understands the value of possessing you in some way. It's too difficult for him to describe in a way that doesn't make him sound like a scumbag (or so he believes), therefore, Bucky still slips into those Winter Soldier skills to keep his dirty little secret from tainting how you see him: for every night he does wake you--sweet and innocent with cuddles or love-making--there are two nights where he silently watches, thinking of all that he needs or could take from you as he touches himself.

😵‍💫 wait, What was that one???? 🫣

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

A/N: This was actually a whole lot harder than I thought it would be. Pretty sure some of these aren't going to go over very well either, but eh, that's my lot in life and we can each see the characters however we want, right?

[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.

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[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!

[krirebr]

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

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!! 💜💜

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

[ID: Two screenshots from the fanfic. The first screenshot reads:

"Senator Amidala @ForeverNaboo

The allegations against Chancellor Palpatine are shocking and troubling. This treachery is not what Naboo stands for. I speak to you today not as your Senator nor your former Queen, but as a devoted citizen. (1/15)

10k replies | 45k quote respweets | 455k likes | 7M views

padme’s priv :) [locked] @queenz_only

KMSSSSSSS

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The second screenshot reads:

"miru @outerimjob

sorry but the holonet is wayyyy too core-centric. who the hell is this palp guy

2 replies | 4 respweets | 61 likes | 954 views

GLARBA FEE SPEMMY SWEEP @sweetnsalty: he’s the ruler of the whole galaxy and we just found out he’s secretly a sith lord + engineered the clone wars

miru @outerimjob: @sweetnsalty there’s a fucking war?????"

End ID.]

popular holotuber spacebomberguy has uploaded a new five hour video essay! it starts as a critique of the new “dress like a senator” fashion line and it’s place in pro-republic clone wars propaganda, before spiraling into a discovery that chancellor palpatine is a sith lord!! reactions on the holonet are mixed, with macewinduofficial declaring the video “necessary viewing for all of coruscant” while anakinskyyyy3534 replied to a link with “TLDW”

[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

[navybrat817]

A bit of sarcastic and tough on the surface Bucky who takes the rich reader hostage, who just happens to have sass and a lot of heart. Crew members include Chris Beck and James Mace who may get their own readers.

[vayollie]

Me after reading this:

I feel so bad for reader

BUT THE ENDING WAS SO GOOOOD (like the whole chapter BUT ESPECIALLY I LIKE THE ENDING)

Can't wait to see what Nick will do next 🥴

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ��𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him. 

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull. 

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his. 

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler. 

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger. 

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain. 

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep. 

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood. 

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost. 

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did. 

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked  down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead. 

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life. 

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling. 

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease. 

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha. 

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment. 

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back. 

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle. 

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light. 

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you. 

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled. 

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction. 

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it. 

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table. 

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them. 

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed. 

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach. 

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.” 

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't  real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much. 

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core. 

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you. 

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below. 

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch. 

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored. 

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you. 

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained  between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more. 

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum. 

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you. 

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need. 

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves. 

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right? 

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?” 

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick. 

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha. 

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it. 

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two. 

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.” 

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue. 

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together. 

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.” 

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick. 

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet. 

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him. 

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up. 

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips. 

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side. 

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating. 

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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Jeremy Renner

Coast

I'm Just Ken

Oodie-Boogie

Every Woman (Female OFC) | She's a Fire (sequel to Every Woman)

Music Sounds Better With You - 1 | 2 | 3

I... Don't Like Coffee (Female OFC)

Incredible Eyes

Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)

Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...

Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

bad idea right? (Female OFC)

Jeremy song fics masterlist

Clint Barton

I Need Therapy

Hide and Seek

Rise Up (Clintasha)

Mike McLusky

Sacrifice (male OFC)

Come as You Are (female OFC)

Chris Evans

I Recommend a Daddy

Pity Party

Lessons in Love

Other Jeremy characters

Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)

Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2

The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2

Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)

I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)

The Bodyguard (William Brandt)

War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2

Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)

Misc characters/actors

Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)

Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)

When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)

Invisible Touch (human!Vision)

S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)

Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Unnamed (Charles Xavier)

You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)

Say So (Colin Shea)

Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)

Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)

The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)

Asks

Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight

Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day

Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel

Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine

Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time

Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)

Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1

Summary: You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an orange grove when your precocious daughter befriends one of the construction workers. James Mace was not looking for love. And he definitely wasn’t looking for kids.

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: 🥺

Warnings:  mentions of a character death, loss of a parent, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Series Masterlist

“Mommy,” your littlest love runs full force into your bed, her giggly little face squishing up against your back.  “Mommy!  It’s time to wake up, Benning has got to get to school,” for four years old, and someone that didn’t go to big kid school, she was the mother hen.  

“I tried waking him up, but he said he’s waiting on you.”

“I know, baby,” you groan, taking a quick peek at the alarm clock.  You had five more minutes to sleep.  But that child that was tapping on your back was the best way to wake up.

“Mommy!” 

“I’m up.  I’m up, baby,” sitting up in the bed, you take a deep yawn, stretching.  Your sleepy eyes looking at your angel that required little to no sleep.  “You want to grab some orange juice from Miss Hazel and Harley?” 

“Harley is asleep,” she crawls onto your bed, and in your lap, giving you the sweetest kisses all over your face.  For a child that had never met her father, she acted just like him.  “But I can get juice from Hazel, I can.  Did you know they’re starting the build today?” 

“I did, and I also know that Harley built you an orange juice stand.”

“Really?” She squeals, her hands going into a tight ball and her eyes squish close with how big she was smiling.  She shakes her fists around with excitement.  Her whole body wiggling around with her movements.

“Yep, so you better go get our juice.  I’m going to wake up bubba and make breakfast.  Hurry back, okay,” she jumps off the bed, darting to the door and off to the store to bring back some fresh squeezed orange juice while you go wake up your son.

Opening the door to his bedroom, your late husband’s dog lifts his head up from the floor.  “I know.  He’s getting a new bed soon.  It’s not my fault he hit a growth spurt, and grew you right out of the bed.  Don’t look at me like that, Cannon.”

“Mom, quiet.”

“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”

“Sissy came in here before the alarm, and now you are,” just like clockwork, both yours and your son’s alarm goes off, and he grabs his phone, turning it off.  “Nobody can get any sleep around here.  I don’t sleep as well since Cannon can’t fit on the bed, and Mirabelle won’t quit screaming to wake me up.”

“She’s just like your dad.  Early riser.”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Mirabelle never got to meet her dad, while Benning remembered everything.  Everyday it was a battle of missing him.  “Get out, so I can get dressed.”

“Waffles or pancakes?” 

“I don’t care.  Mirabelle likes waffles best.  Just make her happy.”

“Maybe we should go back to…”

“Mom, dad’s been dead for four years.  I’m fine,” he didn’t sound fine.  The closer it got to his birthday and his dad’s death day, the worse his attitude got.  He hated going to a family counselor.  Hated talking about something that ‘he couldn’t change’.  And all you wanted was your happy boy that got excited to call his dad and talk about the new ultrasound pictures of his sissy.

“Mom?  Go, take Cannon with you.”

“Come on, buddy, let’s get you fed, too,” you give your big boy one final look before going into the kitchen.  Looking out the window quickly to see your excitable girl telling Hazel about her dream you were sure.  Feeding the dog, and packing Benning’s lunch, and starting breakfast all at once.  

“Miss Hazel, and then there was unicorns that exploded into butterflies, they did.  What are you doing?” 

“Squeezing out the orange juice.  These are your mom’s favorites, Clementines.  I always sneak a couple in there for her.  Did you see your orange juice stand?” 

“Uh huh,” Mirabelle responds, starting to peel an orange to have as a snack, watching the woman that had changed your life.  “Is uncle Bill going to be there,” Hazel taps Mirabelle on the nose, starting to laugh.

“You better quit calling him that.  And yes, William is going to be the foreman.  Harley put your stand under the oak tree so you get lots of shade.  And maybe you can entice those workers over to the store for sorbet.”

“Do I get commission for that?” 

“Yes, all the sorbet you can eat.  Here,” she hands the little girl her jug of orange juice, and Mirabelle swipes a small jar of marmalade, “I saw that Mirabelle.  Are you out already?” 

“Yep.  I’ve been eating marmalade sandwiches.  I’ll be back after breakfast.  Benning is very crabby today.”

“I know, angel, William and Casey are coming by for supper.  William will talk to him,” William Miller had been a godsend for your family.  Was one of the few men that Benning would even open up and talk to.  William just got it.  Of course, you being married to someone in the military you didn’t, or so your son constantly reminded you of that.  

“Okay, I can’t wait to see uncle Bill.”

“You better stop,” Mirabelle gives your landlord a chubby handed wave as she walks back towards your house.  Giving you a wave when she spots you looking out the window at her. 

Smiling when a full plate of waffle was sitting at her chair, and she hands you the jar of marmalade to open.  “Why hasn’t Benning eaten?” 

“Bye, mom.  Bye, sissy.  Sorry, I’m going to be late to the bus stop,” gone were the days of kisses to you and Mirabelle, and a walk out to the bus stop.  Independent and not needing you or his sister anymore, so he thought.  But you needed him.  Needed him to quit growing, and to turn to you when he was missing his dad.  His dad was his hero, and now all he had left was his service memorabilia.

“Hey,” you scream at him, handing his dry waffle to him and his lunchbox, “if you would stop laying in bed listening to music, you could have breakfast with us.”

“I’ll just eat this.  Sissy, you want to put some marmalade on this?”  With the biggest smile on her face, Mirabelle spreads out a layer of the sticky jam, handing it back ot her brother, and he does in fact give her a kiss to her head.  “Thanks,” you say his name again, but he walks out the door, leaving his sister to pout, missing him already.

“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?” 

“Yeah.  I want my Bubba sitting in that chair tomorrow.  That’s why I wake him up early.  He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”

“That’s because you’re four, and he’s nearly twelve.  Here, baby, eat your waffle.”

“I want some coffee, too.”

“Absolutely not.  You can settle for orange juice.”

“Miss Hazel put in a couple clementines for you.  She said they’re your favorites, she did,” they were your favorite.  Adding just the perfect balance of sweet and tangy to it.  Miss Hazel knew how to make you happy.  It was the little things now.  Including that messy smile you daughter was giving you from across the small kitchen table.

Mirabelle squints her eyes as she looks over to the men that were breaking ground on the newer and bigger store.  She hasn’t been able to spot her uncle, but there were people everywhere, and not one was looking at her stand.  They were clearly hot, it was springtime in Florida.  She was hot, and she was drinking her product.  How was she ever going to make money or even make commission of the sorbet if they didn’t buy her juice?  

Getting fed up with being annoyed, she marches over towards the build, more like skipping because she had a plan.  Getting almost there before she’s scooped up.  “Let me go!  Help!  Kidnapper!  Stop it!  Uncle Bill!”

“Ow,” the man complains when he gets smacked on the head.  “Easy kid.”

“Uncle Bill!  I’m being tortured!”

“Hey,” the man finally says again, and Mirabelle leans back to look at him.  Noting his Miller Construction shirt and she taps on the print, “You can’t be here.”

“I can.”

“No, it’s not safe.  No kids allowed.”

“Why?” 

“Because this is a construction zone.”

“Why?” 

“Because we’re building something.”

“Why?” 

The man’s eyes narrow at the little girl, and he finally sets her back down in the dirt, squatting down to get eye to eye with her, “You’re the little orange girl?” 

“I’m not orange.  See,” she points at her skin, starting to giggle.  This man was silly.  There were oranges close by.  He could tell that she was not the same color as those.

“No, you’re the little girl that Will told us about.  That lived in a house beside the grove.”

“Yeah,  see,” she points over at the house, and he spots the adorable little orange juice stand.  “That’s my house.  I live there with my mom, and my brother, Benning.  She does nails in there.  Sometimes will work in the store instead of Miss Hazel.  And that right there,” pointing at her stand, she turns to look at the funny looking man, frowning.

“That is why I am over here.  I’ve been there all day.”

“It’s nine in the morning.”

“Exactly.  I’ve been there all day, and not one of you has come to get juice. I am saving my money to get a new doll because my poor mom can’t afford to buy me one.  Hazel and Harley have her working like Cinderella, and she barely has time for me.  And you guys are out here making all this noise, and getting parched, and I have what you need over there, but nobody comes over there.”

“You’re good.  You’d make a great car salesman,” the man turns back to look at his crew.  It was too early for lunch break, but if this was the child he was told about, he didn’t think Will would be angry that he stopped her from coming onto the site.  “Fine, take me to your stand.  I will get some orange juice.”

“You will buy some orange juice.  This is a business after all, it is,” holding out her hand, he gives it an odd look, before taking it in his own.  Letting the girl guide them to her obvious stand.  “This juice is made purely from clementines, this one is blood orange, it’s great for vampires, and this one is tangerine juice, and this is what we have every morning navel with four clementines in it.  Which would you like?” 

She was a character.  Big vocabulary for such a small child, “I’ll take your special with navel and clementines.”

“Here you go, mister?” The tiny child hands him a cup of orange juice.  Watching his every move to see how he like the drink, while also needing to know what to call him.  Her hand goes to her hip, and she juts it out to the side waiting.

“James Mace.  Everyone calls me Mace though.  Mmm,” he takes a long drink of the juice.  Licking his lips after the taste.  “This is really good.”

“Has anyone told you that you look like a shaggy dog?  Harley and Hazel used to have this shaggy dog.  You look like that.  How are you ever going to find a wife with hair like that?  And this is Florida.  You know it's going to get hot.  It makes more sense to cut it off.  It’s too hot.  Summer is almost here, it is.”

“You don’t like my hair?” Making a face of disgust, she fake retches, and she shakes her head no.  Mace takes another drink of the concoction before squatting down with her.  “You never told me your name.”

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson.  My dad gave me the first name.  My brother gave me my middle name.  I guess my dad gave me my last name, too.  But him and mom did agree to Mirabelle.  Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” 

“Yes, now stop distracting me so I can do that.”

“Okay, tell your friends about me.  And also we have the world’s finest orange sorbet in the store.  And today’s juice will be one dollar for one cup or three dollars for two cups, Mr. Mace,” Mace chuckles, pulling out his wallet, and rifling through the bills.

“Just Mace.  How much money do you lack for your new doll?” 

“She’s a really nice doll.  She’s going to cost me over one hundred dollars,” Mace gives her a grin, pulling out a twenty.  “You're my first customer. I can't make change, and I don’t even know how.  That’s big kid math, and I’m four.”

“Keep it, kid.”

“Mirabelle.”

“Keep it, Mirabelle.  I’ll be back around lunch, and make sure to bring some people with me.”

“That would be greatly appreciated.  Tell Uncle Bill I said hey,” Mace starts to open his mouth explaining how there wasn’t a Bill on the crew, and the little girl points at his shirt.  “Uncle Bill.  He’s not my real uncle.  He married my aunt Casey.  Casey is my dad’s little sister.  He tried to date my mom at first.  Well his parents Hazel and Harley wanted him to.  Mom won’t date a military man ever again, no thank you.  I will see you in a few minutes Mace.”

“A couple of hours, darlin’!” Mace gives a yell to the little girl who stops her retreating and looks at him.  “A couple of hours.”

“Fine, only if you come back tomorrow with better hair.   It’s too hot for that much hair.”

“You’ve got a deal.  I’ll bring you lots of business, too,” he gives her a nod and she bounces back to the store to help out with Hazel while Mace returns to the build.  Already wiping his brow from the heat.

“Mace, this isn’t kindergarten,” William looks at his newest member of the crew, “Where have you been?  I told you to follow me.”

“Met your niece.  She’s selling orange juice.”

“Ahh, the little princess.  My parents let that child rule the grove.  Watch her.  She’ll talk you out of a lot of money,” Mace chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.  Mirabelle was not some ordinary four year old.  She was smart.  He wouldn’t call it business savvy, but she was something.  “What did she use on you?  A trip to Disney is her favorite.  She likes to use toys and pouts.  Oh, one time it was to buy her mom a new car.”

“A doll.”

“You’ve been had by the sweetest little con artist,” Mace turns and looks towards the store, watching the little girl start to stack oranges on a rack.  “Don’t take it personally.  Kid’s never had a dad.”

“He ran off and left her?  What kind of father does that?”

“Easy,” not that it was anyone’s business, but Mirabelle was quick to get attached to men.  Craved something that kids in her twice a week pre-k talked about.  “Her dad didn’t leave them on purpose.  He was deployed, and was killed.  Her mother was pregnant with Mirabelle.  He never got to meet her.  Wait until you meet her son.  He remembers his dad.  Hates men, and he’s a moody, almost pre-teen.”

“Why do you say he hates men?” 

“Their mom and I went on what I thought was a date,” William laughs, shaking his head.  “She was under no such impression.  Worked out well for Benny because he hated me.  Until I married their aunt.  Now he tolerates me.  I’m not trying to take the place of his dad.  He didn’t trust me, he didn’t like the fact I was military either.  Neither did the wife.  Casey was a bit scared after her brother.  Keep an eye on that little girl though.  Make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t get hurt, and I won’t get so mad at you for not shadowing me, okay?” 

Mace gives his boss a head nod, and follows along with him.  He didn’t know what to expect moving to the sunshine state.  Definitely didn’t think working on a construction crew and finding a four year old going on thirty was in his future.  But here he was.  Tickled at how even talking with Mirabelle was entertaining.  It was the most he had talked in years.

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson!” Hazel screams, looking through the store.  “Mirabelle!  Mira…” she looks out the side door, seeing the girl with a lunchbox coming out of her house.  “Young lady, when you leave you have to tell me where you’re going.”

“I went to get lunch for me and that guy.”

“That guy?” 

“Mhmm, Mace.  It’s lunch time right?  I can go back?” Hazel answers yes, and Mirabelle runs as fast as her little legs can carry her back to her stand in the shade.  Wiggling her legs around and pulling her jugs of orange juice out of her cooler as a wad of men come towards her.

“Uncle Bill!” William rolls his eyes, but waves at the little girl, “I can’t serve them all alone.”

“You going to pay me?” 

“Nope.  I’m four.  You make more money than me,” standing beside the little girl, he pours while she takes money.  Making excuses about change, and how she can’t subtract yet before the line dies down, “Mace!  This is my uncle Bill!”

“Nobody calls me that.  Nobody.  Just her and her brother, so don’t start.  Oh, you eating lunch out here, little bit?” 

“Yep.  Mace, I brought you something,” she excitedly says, pulling out her lunch box, and taps on the cooler.  William’s mouth drops open, gawking at her, “Casey packed your lunch, she did.  I didn’t need to bring you something.”

“Remember what I said,” William trusted Mace with his niece.  He just didn’t trust his niece to not get too attached.  He knew where you stood, and your need to be alone ‘for all of eternity’ because you had already once fallen in love and now your priority was the kids that Sy had left behind.  And still that angelic daughter of yours was still wanting something she had never had before.

“So my mommy doesn’t know, but I took her meal prep for this week,” laying the glass container on the stand, Mace waves his hands no, “It’s just Tuesday.  Mommy works from home, so she makes her lunches for the week.  I didn’t ask, but do you have allergies?  Owen in my class is allergic to peanuts, and Neveah is allergic to eggs, and Simon is lactose intolerant and his belly blew up like a balloon when he ate my real milk yogurt.  That has yogurt in it, can you have yogurt?  And there’s eggs and almonds.  Oh no!  And cheese.  I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through.”

“Mirabelle, you’re fine.  Last I checked, I’m not allergic to anything.  So you’re bringing me lunch?” Giving him a shrug, her legs kick around before opening her own box complete with a marmalade sandwich, chips, and a cupcake.  “I can share that with you.  Me and mommy made those last night.”

“I don’t want to take your cupcake.  So this is what you do all day?” 

“I can share,” she gives him a little growl, placing a chip beside him before eating a bite of her sandwich.  “I know how to share.  I don’t have to share with Bubba, but I know how.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to miss Julie’s so I’m not an awkward turtle and don’t know how to interact with kids my age.  I’m still an awkward turtle and still pull my awkward balloons because I just have adults, and Bubba.”

“What are you talking about awkward balloons?” Mirabelle smiles over her full mouth, placing another chip beside him.  “I don’t understand the balloons.”

“It’s just what mommy does when we’re in an awkward situation.  She pulls invisible awkward balloons from the sky.  The more she pulls the more awkward it is.  She’s a good mommy.  Um, do you like oranges.”

“They’re okay,” Mirabelle’s eyes go large, and points at the orange slices in his container.  “They’re fine.”

“They’re the best.  I can name all the ones we have here, I can.  Hazel said if Casey doesn’t give her a grand baby that I’m the one that gets the grove, she did.  I like going out with Harley in the evening and he checks to make sure that the workers did everything right.  It used to be smaller, it did.  They built it.  Uncle Bill doesn’t care.  Casey is a nurse.  She doesn’t have time, but me?  I pay attention, I do.”

Mirabelle is able to talk and carry on a conversation all while eating.  Hardly stopping talking, but it was a nice distraction for Mace.  Not having to worry about the things in his own mind, just see things from the eyes of a four year old.  

“Oh!  How much money did I make?  Mommy is wanting to take me and Bubba to Disney World, and I need spending money.  I’ve got to get a new lanyard.”

“I thought you wanted a doll?” 

“Well, yeah.  They have those at Disney, too.  I…I…I…I don’t have a Cinderella doll, yeah.  She’s missing from my collection.  Dern.  It’s getting hot out here, and don’t tell mommy that I said dern.  And I will see you tomorrow, but it’ll be when I get back though with school.  Mommy picks me up at two, so I’ll be here around 2:30.  Also, there’s yummy orange sorbet in the store.  Tell everyone to get some, and if I’m not there, because it might be time to meet my bubba at the bus stop, just tell them to tell Hazel that I sent you.  I get a commission.”

“You swindled me for money, you little toot,” with a shrug of her shoulders, she gathers the boxes to stuff in her lunch bag.  “Mirabelle?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?  I’ll have some more orange juice.  Have a good day.  Hazel will have to help me carry this in.  Goodbye!” 

She was a mess.  Complete mess, and she knew it.  One day of knowing the little girl, and Mace was wrapped around her chubby little finger.  Clearly had been around people that were older than her because she spoke like an adult.  No kid should grow up without a parent.  Mace would know.

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl