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xsapphirescrollsx · 1 year ago

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Written: June 22 2020

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

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

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

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

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

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

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

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

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2054

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nov. 2055

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

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

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

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James.

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

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

“This is it?” you asked.

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

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly.

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

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

“James!” you pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully.

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

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time you smiled big, remembering.

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

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

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

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

James wished he was there.

2057

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sun was reignited.

#Chris Beck x Black reader #James Mace x Black Reader #Black!reader #x black!reader #Sunshine 2007 #The Martian 2015 #Black female reader

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witchywithwhiskey · 4 months ago

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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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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 6

Summary: Things are easy with Mace

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 6.3K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My tits that you are obsessed with.”

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

“How about we eat first?”

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

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

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

“What do you want to ask me, Jamesy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

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

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

“If I behave what’s in it for me?”

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

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

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

“Maybe you could show me your microphone?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So we’re doing this again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t scared! I’m short!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why should I fight him?”

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

“Mirabelle met him first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer my questions.”

“It was James’, yes. It was nice.”

“You made a mess of your bed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you give it to me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Markers!”

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

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

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

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

“Why would you say that?”

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

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

“You’re not? So you’re just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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onsunnyside · 2 years ago

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Ngl,

I always got the feeling Mace never got laid enough and that’s one of the reasons he was so moody (also the fact he was RIGHT about the change of course being a bad idea and EVERYONE fucking ignored him). Methinks maybe the Icarus II crew decides to take matters into their own hands and either do a bit of fluffy matchmaking between Mace and the sunshiney optimist reader or maybe Y/N confronts him about his mean behaviour and he shows her how ‘mean’ he can really be… and suddenly Mace is walking around like the cat that got the cream and Y/N is… well, the cream.

he was very right 🫡 he deserved better 🫡🫡

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

this !! this is the sunshine romance i want 😫 moody grump!Mace picks fights with everyone, physically fights with Capa and throws a damn fit when someone disagrees with him. the whole crew find it very irritating and even considers quarantining him just to have some calm, but then they notice how he's quiet, relaxed, bearable, and maybe even a little happy when you're around (which isn't that often bc you're usually in the lab, messing with equations or helping Cora with the garden). and ofc, for the sanity of the team, they play match-maker 🫢 let's combine those ideas:

"Y'know... you could be nicer to Capa, he's a good guy."

Mace finished the last of his dinner, gathering your plate and walking to the sink.

"You're a good guy too," You add, fearful you might have overstepped already. You liked Mace a lot, enough that you get butterflies whenever he's around. "I know it seems lonely and different out here, but we only have each other."

"I know, I know." He exhales, muscles tense under his shirt, "I think I'm just really frustrated."

"Um, I'm sure you could get some private time in the gym and work out all that tension."

Mace snorts, turning around and leaning on the counter. His built arms cross over his chest and his sleeve strains over his bicep, exposing a peek of his tattoo. "The kind of frustration I have can't be relieved alone."

It takes a few moments for you to understand, and when you do, your eyes widen. "Oh! That's—That's, um..." Heat washes over your body, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"You do that a lot."

Gnawing on your lip, you twiddle your fingers. "Do what?"

"Apologize when you shouldn't." Mace returns to the table, this time right next to you instead of across. "You're the softest out of all of us. The optimist, the caregiver, the friend, whenever one of us needs someone to lean on or vent to, you're there."

He hesitantly reaches out, grasping your chin to turn you to face him. You look so nervous, like a sudden noise could send you into hiding. Soft, yeah, you're really soft.

"You must be so tired, huh? Taking care of everyone else and forgetting about yourself." His thumb gently tugs your bottom lip, releasing it from between your teeth, "I could take care of you, sunshine. You just gotta say the word."

uhm... sweet daddy!mace anyone ?? 😪😪 he'd be so protective over you, he'd make sure you're eating and staying hydrated, getting lots of sleep and staying away from work on particularly tough days bc you get overwhelmed sometimes 🥺 space was isolating and lonely and you had a mission to complete. it felt like the pressure was never-ending, but Mace is always there to take the weight off your shoulders, make you forget about all those worries and just breathe 🥺🥺

#underrated daddy party #james mace #mace #sonny drabbles #mace loving hours #james mace x reader #james mace fanfiction #james mace fanfic #james mace x fem!reader #james mace x female reader #james mace fluff #mace x reader #mace fanfic #mace fanfiction #mace fluff #sunshine

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 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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krirebr · 9 months ago

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Kris! I’d like to send in a dialog prompt for Mace and Sneak: “what makes you think that will ever work?!”

Oooh! Yes! Thank you, Chelsea! I'm so excited to get to introduce these two, from Killing Moon. This doesn't really have a particular place in the timeline, just sometime before their series begins. I changed the phrasing of your prompt a tiny bit to make it fit a little better, but the spirit's the same. I hope you enjoy this first look at these two! I love them so much.

Up in Your Arms

Pairing: Mace x f!Reader (Sneak)

Warnings: None

We're All Monsters

You stared down at the blueprints spread out on your dining room table and frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn’t love this plan. The chalice was kept deep in the compound and you weren’t exactly sure what sort of guard it was under.

You heard Mace before he even entered the room, so you didn’t startle when he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, nuzzling his face into your neck. “This is a bad plan,” you said.

“No, it’s not,” he grumbled into your skin.

“What makes you think it will ever work?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you felt the grin against your neck, heard it when he said, “I know it’ll work 'cause I have a super hot, vampire girlfriend who can do anything she wants, take absolutely anything she wants.”

You broke his hold briefly so you could turn around and face him. You leaned back against the edge of the table and his hands were immediately back on you. There was a confidence you couldn’t share on his face, his blue eyes sparkling at you. You frowned again.

One of his thumbs stroked soothingly over your hip. “Come on, Sneak,” he said softly, “you’ve been in much tighter spots than whatever’s waiting in there,” he nodded toward the blueprints. “What are you so worried about?”

You sighed. “I’m not the one who volunteered to go in there as bait.”

“Oh,” he said as he stepped further into your space. You hated the knowing little smile on his lips. He wasn’t taking this seriously. “You’re worried about your frail little human boyfriend.”

“Mace, come on.”

“Sneak, I’m going to be ok.”

“How do you know?” This was the most involved he’d been in the execution of one of the plans so far and you just didn’t like it. There were too many variables. Too many things that could happen.

He shrugged and looked at you with so much certainty as he said, “Because I trust you.” You put more weight on the table as you felt your knees go a little weak at his words, at the sureness of them. “No one in my whole life,” he continued, moving his face, his lips, ever closer to yours as he did, “has ever kept me safe the way you do, taken care of me the way you do, loved me the way you do.” He kissed you firmly, insistently, until you opened your mouth to him. He ran his tongue over your fangs in a way that felt like trust, love, acceptance, then pulled away. You couldn’t help how you swayed after him. He looked you directly in the eye, his voice so low as he said, “It’s going to be ok. It’s a good plan. I trust you.”

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thezombieprostitute · 7 months ago

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Mace + 38?

...because they're running out of time.

Ask is based on this post.

A/N: My brain went a little weird on this one. I've never written this kind of fantasy setting before. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Word Count: < 1k

Warnings: Mild violence. Please let me know if I missed any!

Mace was always a bit of an oddball in his village. While his people were naturally afraid of the rough seas and violent tides, he found them calming. When others had the sense of mind to stay away from the shores and piers, he was walking along them, breathing deep and enjoying sounds, smells, feel of the wind and sea creating their chaos.

He couldn't explain why enjoyed it so he never bothered to try. Some people would whisper that there was selkie blood in his family history. That his great-grandfather had caught himself a selkie and Mace had inherited some of her wild nature. Mace never cared for those rumors. Every selkie story he'd ever heard involved a poor soul being trapped by a human and never allowed freedom. His memories of his great-grandparents were scarce but by all accounts they had a happy marriage.

So he refused to give them credence, refused to let the rumors get to him, and just let himself enjoy the things he enjoyed. No need to overthink it or let others affect the calm he felt during these times.

One evening Mace went walking further than usual. He'd gotten into an argument with the town elders, trying to convince them of the need to incorporate greenhouses to keep a steady food supply for their growing village. They kept arguing that current preparation and reliance on fishing was enough. When they refused to listen to the data he'd collected he lost his temper and ended up punching one of them.

Thankfully the walk and the waves were helping. And then he heard the giggling, laughing screams. Mace knew there were no other villages nearby and no one else in his own village would be out here. Curious, he walked carefully towards the sounds.

That's how he found the three women, naked, swimming in the rough waters and laughing. As his shock fades, he finds himself smiling, mesmerized by the women and their laughter. It takes a while for him to realize his presence might scare them so he turns to walk away but trips over something.

He looks at his feet and is dumbfounded to see three sealskins. Certain that it couldn't be what he thought, Mace ran and hid. He needed to make sure. He watched and waited for the women to leave, to not grab the sealskins. So as not to be caught, he hid himself behind the trees so he would only be able to hear them. Occasionally peeking out to see confirm they were still swimming.

As the sun was reaching the horizon, he heard footsteps approaching. Carefully peering out from behind the tree he saw Harvey, another man from his village who was a strong candidate for leadership in the village. Thinking he was looking for him, Mace headed towards Harvey but stopped short when he saw Harvey pick up one of the sealskins and grin.

“Harvey? What are you doing?”

The other man turned in surprise and tried to run but Mace was too fast. He caught him and pulled him into a hold.

“Again, what are you doing, Harvey?”

“They're selkies,” Harvey confessed. “My grandfather told me about this beach. Said it's how he got himself a wife. Figured I'd do the same.”

“You can't be serious,” Mace scoffed.

“It's true! I know it sounds crazy but they're actually selkies!”

“No,” Mace scolded. “You can't seriously expect me to believe this is how you want to get yourself a wife!”

“What? It's not like they're real people,” Harvey scoffed. “Are you upset because you're one of them? Well guess what, I'm descended from them, too! It's okay!”

Mace adjusts his hold so that he's choking Harvey. “Drop the sealskin. Go home. And never come to this beach again.”

“You don't have the right! I've got the pull of the entire village. If I tell them you've threatened me, you'll be kicked out.”

“At least I won't be a monster,” Mace growled. He tightened his grip until Harvey finally dropped the skin. When he did, Mace practically threw the man in the direction of the village. “I'll be watching you,” he vowed, his voice tight with menace. Harvey gave him a sneer but ran back to the village.

Behind him he hears, “well that was very brave of you.” He turns around and sees one of the women he'd been watching. As a show of good faith he steps away from the sealskin. She quickly grabs it up, “I only have a minute to get this on before the sun goes down.” Grabbing the front of Mace's shirt she pulls him towards her and gives him a deep kiss. “Next time we'll talk.”

She turns and runs back to the water, joining the other two and quickly putting on her sealskin. The three seals swim away from the beach as the sun sets and Mace knows his life has changed forever.

Tagging @alicedopey; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

#zombie asks #james mace #james mace x female!reader #james mace x selkie!reader #mace x female!reader

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oh-my-damn · 3 years ago

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Soothe This Ache - Part 2

A/N: Seventh installment in my Mace-Verse

Find Part 1 here.

Mace-verse Summary: Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life.

Masterlist for my Mace-Verse

Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader

Word Count: 3600 words of pure, unabashed smutty goodness

Summary: Mace finally gives you what you've been yearning for.

Smut Warning: Unprotected sex. P in V, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, soft and slow sex, praise kink, Mace is a talker, a bit of size kink? Sweet and awkward first time, that turns into Mace being a bit of a menace.

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Gifs were made by yours truly

Mace pulls you closer by the hand, a teasing smile on his face as he whispers, "Oh? That's all you have to say to that?"

You can feel the nerves building inside as your eyes stay locked with his.

"I-uhm," you stutter, shaking your head, "No, of course not, I have more to say, definitely.."

You trail off as you look at him and his smile turns into a mischievous one.

"Okay, I'm listening," he says as his thumb rubs the side of yours.

You can feel your cheeks heating up at the smile on his face and the look in his eyes.

They're gleaming teasingly, visible proof that he's enjoying your reaction right now.

You dart your eyes away from his, you need to look at something else so you can think clearly. He's too distracting right now, the look on his face is making everything too jumbled.

You clear your throat a little before you whisper, "I like that."

You look back up at him, a shy smile on your lips when your eyes meet again.

"Yeah?" He whispers, his thumb stroking your cheek gently, "Which part do you like, hm? Tell me."

Your brows furrow slightly at his question.

Shit, what exactly did he say again?

You barely remember, all you remember is how your stomach fluttered and how excitement ran through you.

"Uhm, uh.. That part about you wanting me, and stuff.." You mumble shyly and it makes him chuckle softly.

"Oh, that part," he says with a warm smile as his thumb gently trails down to your lips, "What about the part about me taking it slow because I wanted to make sure you knew how much I liked you?"

You nod, your eyes searching his, "Yeah, liked that too.."

"Good," he says as his thumb moves over your bottom lip slowly, "Because that is the only thing that's been holding me back from ripping your clothes off whenever I saw you."

Your breath hitches at his words, his eyes dropping to where his thumb is stroking over your bottom lip.

"Really?" You whisper, searching his face.

His eyes flit back up to meet yours before he speaks, "Really."

And then he pulls you closer to him, his movements painfully slow before his lips are hovering over yours.

"Never doubt how I feel about you again. Promise?"

"Yes," and before you can even finish whispering out your response, he breaks the tension between you by slotting his lips over yours.

As soon as you're both inside his room, he pushes you up against the door as his lips land back on yours.

After his confession in the lab, things moved quickly. Before you knew it, you were being dragged down the hall by the hand, Mace leading you to his room in such a hurry that you had a hard time keeping up.

But now you're inside, the door is closed and he's pushed you up against it, his strong body leaning into you as he kisses you.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for entry just as his hand travels down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Your lips part in a moan and it's all the space he needs, his tongue darting into your mouth desperately. Your own tangles with his, a groan erupting from his chest at the feeling, and your knees practically buckle at the sound.

God, he is fucking perfect.

Your hands trail up his arms, feeling the muscle under your fingertips before you hook your arms around his neck.

You kiss him back with the same fervor, urgent kisses exchanged, your breaths mixing as you pant into each others mouths.

Then he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching for a moment as he breathlessly whispers, "We really doing this?"

You nod quickly, your eyes pleading, "Please, need you."

That's all the confirmation he needs.

His other hand goes to your ass as well and before you know it, he's picking you up and carrying you toward his bed.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your lips moving back onto his desperately, and he manages to get out, "Icarus, lock the door. Don't let anyone in until I say so," between your hasty kisses.

"Yes, Mace" Icarus replies dutifully but you barely hear it.

The only thing you can focus on is how he feels when he sits down in his bed and you're straddling his lap, your legs on either side of him.

There's a noticeable hardness under you, one that makes you keen as your lips stay locked with his, one that brings out that primal need inside you even more.

"Fuck," he groans when you move your hips on top of him, grinding down on his length, "Shit, that feels so fucking good."

You can't respond, the only sound manifesting when you try is a pathetic whimper because the feeling of him against you makes you see stars, it's so fucking good.

You've wanted him for so long now, you're not sure if you can wait even a second longer.

Your hands trail down to the hem of his shirt and in one quick move, you lift it off him.

You pull back from his lips, your eyes darting down to his chest, taking heavy breaths as your eyes trail over the exposed skin.

A firm chest, chiseled abs and bulging biceps is all you see for a moment, overwhelming you, your head already spinning at the intensity of how he feels. Adding how he looks to the mix does nothing to calm you down.

"God damn, Mace," You murmur as your eyes trail over his chest a little longer before they flick up to meet his, "You're mean for keeping this from me for so long."

He barks out a laugh at your words, his eyes gleaming as he grins and shakes his head coyly, "Shut up."

You giggle, pecking his lips quickly before you let your lips trail over his jaw and down his neck, "No, I mean it. You're so fucking sexy, and it only makes it better that you're not even aware yourself."

Your hands wander over his arms, his shoulders and down his chest, and you hum at the feeling of his warm skin and hard muscle, your lips making their way down to his collarbone.

You can hear his heavy breathing as his hands slowly pushes under your shirt, your breath hitching a little when you feel his calloused hands on your skin, sliding up your waist.

"Wanna see you," he whispers, "Can I take this off?"

You nod and pull back, your eyes meeting his as soon as you sit up straight.

You raise your arms in the air and allow him to pull the shirt off you, and right as you're about to lean back down to your former spot, he stops you.

He puts his hands on your shoulders as he says, "No wait. Let me see you.."

You straighten where you sit, scanning his face as his eyes slowly rake down your body.

"So beautiful," he murmurs as his eyes linger on your shoulders, collarbones, chest and finally waist. Then his eyes dart back up to meet yours, a teasing smirk as he says, "And you think I've been keeping stuff from you?"

Your cheeks heat up as you smile shyly, whispering, "Hey, I'm not the one who's been holding back.."

"No, you're right," he says with a smile as he nudges his nose against yours, "I'm gonna fix that right now, don't you worry."

Mace undressed you carefully, almost delicately, until you were completely bare for him. Every time he removed another piece of clothing, he would make an appreciative sound or whisper something along the lines of fuck you're beautiful or god, I've waited for this for so long.

He was soft and sweet as he trailed his lips over your exposed body, making you feel safe and comfortable despite being bare and vulnerable for him.

When he undressed you felt your breathing pick up, not just because he was beautiful - you'd been expecting that because, let's be real here, of course he would be - but also because of the size of him.

While you weren't a virgin you didn't exactly have a ton of experience. And the little you did, well, it had never been overwhelming, in any sense of the word.

But he looked overwhelming. And while you were expecting him to be beautiful, you hadn't expected that.

"Oh..." You whisper when you see him exposed before you, and your eyes lock on his hardened cock, "You're.. You're really.. big.." You breathe the last word out as a quiet whisper.

When you look back up at his face, you can see the faintest shade of pink covering his cheeks, a hint of a shy smile on his face.

He clears his throat lightly, walking closer from where he's standing besides the bed, "I uhm.. I guess?"

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, making the muscle in his arm bulge out, and you giggle softly at his shy demeanor.

You crawl to the end of the bed, sitting on your knees as you reach out for him, and he takes a small step closer so you can touch him.

Your palms slide up his stomach to his chest, resting them on his shoulders as you look up at him, "You've never heard that before?"

He chuckles, his eyes meeting yours, a goofy smirk on his face, "Yeah, maybe, once or twice."

You hum, biting into your bottom lip as you smile up at him while one of your hands travel back down, over his chest, then his stomach, and then further.

You can feel your insides tingling when your fingertips graze over the silky skin of his cock, Mace's breath hitching at the delicate touch.

You let your fingers slide down over his hard length, slowly as you tease him, before you wrap your hand around it.

Mace grunts quietly, his eyes staying locked on yours as your thumb swipes over the tip of his cock, collecting a bead of precum, giving you lubricant to slowly move your hand on his cock.

He moans when you drag your hand slowly up and down the length of him, feeling the veins against your skin as his cock throbs in your hand.

"Fuck," he hisses, closing his eyes momentarily at the feeling, "God, that's good.."

His head tilts back when you tighten your grip on him slightly, tugging a little faster but still languidly as you watch him. You lean up, your lips landing on his jaw, kissing your way down his neck as he moans.

You make your way further down, licking over his pulse point and you can feel him tense under you. When you suck onto the spot, your teeth biting into his soft skin a little to leave your mark, he throbs in your hand again.

"Jesus," he grunts, his hand flying up to wrap in your hair as you start tugging faster, your lips leaving a possessive mark on his neck, "Fuck, baby, oh-"

His moans stop when your lips abruptly leave his neck, and his head tilts forward to look at you in surprise.

But when all he sees is your teasing smile as you dip down further, he chuckles breathlessly, a sound thats quickly turned into a moan when your tongue swirls around the head of his cock.

His hand tightens in your hair as you wrap your lips around him, your mouth moving up and down his cock, your hand working the rest of him that you can't fit.

He groans, a loud, deep sound coming from his chest when your hand moves down to cup his balls, and you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth at the motion.

"Fuck, Sunshine, I can't-" he grunts, his body tensing up as he pants, "We gotta-we gotta take it slow, I'm not gonna last."

You look up at him, pulling back so only the tip is in your mouth as you hum, swirling your tongue around it again.

His eyes meet yours and the sight of your lips around his cock makes him almost come right then and there.

He pulls you off his cock by the hair, guiding you up to him until his lips can take yours.

He moans into the kiss when your hand keeps pumping him, whispering, "You're torturing me."

When you giggle into his mouth, his brows furrow and he suddenly realizes that you're doing this on purpose.

It makes a switch go off inside him, and you barely have time to react when his hands grab your waist before he tosses you onto the bed.

You make a surprised squeak, followed by another giggle when you see him suddenly hovering over you, his expression stern and his eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong?" You ask coyly and his lips twitch into a smirk.

"You're a fucking menace," he says, his expression still stern, but his hand moves up to caress your cheek softly.

"Sorry," you whisper out but he just smirks at you in response.

"It's alright, I'll make you pay for it. Right. Now."

And that's how you ended up where you are right now. Your legs swung over his shoulders, his face buried in your wet heat as you let out loud and sinful moans.

Your hands are tangled in the sheets, holding on for dear life as he devours you, his tongue flicking over your clit as his lips are wrapped around it.

"Oh god, Mace!" You cry out, bucking your hips up when his tongue thrusts into your fluttering hole, "Fuck!"

You whine when his tongue moves back out, lapping over your folds, before it's replaced by his finger, penetrating you slowly.

The feeling is delicious, and it makes you whimper and moan, bucking your hips up again until he adds another finger.

You whine at the initial stretch, but the burn also feels so good when mixed with pleasure like this, and it's clouding your mind entirely.

Mace is having the time of his fucking life; he's eating you out like a man starved, humming at the taste of your juices in his mouth.

He loves the feeling of you coming undone on his tongue, how your pussy flutters around his fingers.

He can tell you're close, your whines and whimpers are getting more high pitch, and you're clenching around him so much he's surprised you haven't come already.

He looks up at you from where he's situated between your thighs, and then he pulls his mouth away from you for only a moment to husk out, "Come for me, Sunshine. Give it all to me, I want to feel you."

He dives back, his tongue now flicking continuously over your clit as his fingers pump into you and you whine when you can feel the coil tightening.

Then a sudden heat runs through you and you cry out loudly, moaning his name as the waves crash over you, your body trembling in his hold as your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

It's sudden, and loud, and you have no regard for the others on the ship when you cry out his name.

Mace coaxes you through it, his tongue and fingers only stilling once he can feel you relaxing, your heavy breathing an indication that you're in complete and utter bliss right now.

He kisses his way up your body, occasionally licking your sweaty skin as he does, his tongue swirling around your nipples lazily when he reaches them.

When you open your eyes, he's hovering above you, a soft smile on his lips and an adoring look on his face.

"You okay?" He whispers as he scans your face and you nod, humming contentedly.

"Good," he says, his smile widening a little, "You look so fucking beautiful right now, you know that?"

You smile shyly, covering your face with one hand, but Mace quickly pries it off you to look at you again.

He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, making you taste yourself.

Then he whispers, "You want to stop?"

And it's not until then, you realize that you can feel the head of his cock poking your entrance as he's situated between your legs.

You're spent and pliant, and yes, tired, but there's no way in hell you want to stop now.

"No," you whisper, looking up at him, "Please let me feel you."

He leans down, his lips meeting yours again in a slow, passionate kiss, and then you feel his cock slowly pushing into you.

The burn is there immediately, but he's guided by your arousal, and the pain subsides gradually as he sinks deeper into you.

"Fuck," you whimper into the kiss, "Oh, god."

Mace stills his hips, his brows furrowing worriedly as he looks at you, "Want me to stop?"

"No! No, please don't," you reply, cupping his cheek as you open your eyes to look at him, "Need to feel all of you, please."

He slowly moves further inside you, watching as your face contorts in pleasure at the feeling.

He groans, a deep, animalistic sound, when he's finally sheathed fully inside you, and his face drops to the crook of your neck as his arms cage you in.

"You're so fucking tight," he hisses in your ear, pulling back slightly before pushing back in, "You feel amazing, god damn it."

His words only intensify your excitement, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, hooked by your ankles, as he starts lazily pumping into you, his lips trailing kisses onto your neck.

The sounds you make as soon as he starts moving overwhelms him, the high pitched moans and whimpers sounding like the sweetest melody in the world.

He sucks onto your neck, making you whine as his teeth scrape over your skin, and then his hips pick up pace as he starts fucking you faster, rutting into you with long, elaborate strokes, his deep moans in your ear.

He sucks a possessive mark onto your neck, growling against you when he feels himself reaching even deeper than before, and when your pussy flutters around him at the feeling he has to hold back from coming undone.

But it fuels him further, needing to chase that feeling, because it's fucking exquisite.

"That's it," he groans against your neck, "That's fucking it-fuck-you feel so good, baby. You like how I feel inside you?"

You nod and whimper, words beyond your reach right now as the pleasure floods your mind.

"Yeah you do, shit, take my cock-oh god-taking me so well," he moans, sucking another mark onto your neck as he ruts into you.

He growls when your pussy flutters around him again, his words getting filthier with every stroke of his cock, "So fucking tight, and it's all for me, isn't it? This little pussy is mine now, all fucking mine."

You whine, nodding again as you wrap your arms tighter around him, pulling his chest flush against yours when you feel another orgasm building, his words fueling you.

"Yeah, you're doing so well baby, so good at taking my cock. It's like you were made for it, hm? Made for my cock, made to take all of it like a good girl."

He moans and hisses through gritted teeth when your pussy flutters around him at his praise, and you can hear the smirk in his voice when he groans and whispers, "You feel how deep I am inside you, huh? Feel me all up in your guts, honey?"

You nod meekly, moaning a whimpering yes, making him smirk as he whispers into your ear.

"Such a pretty girl," he whispers, trailing his kisses up your jaw to your cheek before moving back down to your ear so he can whisper into it, "Need you to be a good girl and come all over my cock, can you do that for me, Sunshine? Be my good girl and come?"

His words trigger something in you, it makes your skin prickle and your entire body tingle.

You moan out a ragged yesyesyes in tune with every thrust of his when you feel everything inside tightening, your mind getting dizzy and hazy as the pleasure overtakes you.

"Good, that's good," he grunts, his strokes now hitting so deep you feel his cock nudging your cervix, "Then come for me baby, come on. Come for me right now, let me feel you. Give it to me, let go."

And you do. You feel it crashing into you, overwhelming your senses at his words, and you moan out his name, your sounds like music to his ears.

It triggers his own release and he comes with a shout, his warmth filling you as his teeth bite into your shoulder.

He pumps his seed into you, his thrusts slowing down before he grinds his hips against yours with a breathless moan.

Then he kisses his way up your neck to your jaw, his lips grazing yours as he whispers, "That was fucking amazing."

And when you open your eyes to look up at him, you notice that look in his eyes, the one you've seen a few times before that makes your stomach flutter.

You whisper, "Yeah, it was," as you look at him and he nudges his nose against yours before he whispers, "You're fucking amazing, Sunshine," before he moves down, his lips gently landing on yours.

Next Part: Dead Zone

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bringbackwendellvaughn · 7 years ago

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Legacy characters

Got so many asks about legacy characters...

so here you go.

My favourite Captain America is Steve Rogers. He will always be the only Captain America. John Walker is one of my favourite characters and his tenure as Captain America was a fantastic story but it’s a completely different story. John was never meant to be Captain America or the best Captain America or the real Captain America or even the “hero” of the comic. He remained a great character afterwards. When Geoff Johns made him Captain America again it was terrible writing and completely butchered the character. The whole direction of him being a ersatz evil Cap was a colossally bad idea which ignored all his character growth and his relationship with Steve. With that said, Allan Jacobsen did a pretty great job at half-fixing that bad idea and making it a bit worth-while. I really like Jeff Mace (read Captain America: Patriot, everyone) and I think 50s Cap has his place as an antagonist but none of these are Steve Rogers. Two i want to mention though; Punisher - i am one of the few people who think Punisher as Captain America makes sense and could get some good mileage out of it. But it’s a story not worth doing at the expense of Steve, it was good when it was done briefly when Steve was gone and I tihnk they could’ve ran with it for another trade or two. And secondly, Hawkeye! I think this was unintentionally the best idea Jeph Loeb hit on in Fallen Son. I think when it comes down to it, if Cap was ever to pick his successor (and not have Bucky or Falcon forced down his throat as the obvious candidate) then Hawkeye is perfect. Hawkeye is someone who has completely grown into the perfect person to continue Steve’s legacy. Again, i don’t want to see this happen, i just want to say.

Although most my opinions on legacy characters are “the real one is best”, one of my big contradictions is I much much prefer James Rhodes as Iron Man. I find he is a far more compelling and relateable character than Tony Stark, he’s someone you can root for and he truly improves on all the problems I have with Tony. Tony is a selfish, vain, elitist bully who is rich, a genius and one of the most successful people in the world who can just solve stories with new armor. James Rhodes is more of an everyman, he has doubts, he’s not doing it to show off or because he can and he has a lot to live up to. Not only that - and I don’t really want to wear this as a point - but he is a “black” character and, i really don’t think characters should be replaced with others for diversity’s sake, but having a black man as Iron Man does give a fantastic marquee black character.

Captain Marvel i’ve covered before. Basically, I’d settle for anyone who isn’t a mischaracterized terrible looking Carol Danvers who makes me ashamed. Honestly, Genis, Phyla, Monica, Noh-Varr, the Skrull, Rick Jones, Hulkling, Quasar, Mar-Vell... just anything other than what we’ve got.

Quasar i don’t think requires any mention. i never liked Phyla assuming the mantle but i won’t fault her for it. Rich was appropriately almost as short as it could be (though it bothered me that he was depicted using the powers far more impressively than we’d seen Wendell ever use them). Avril kincaid ahahahah. I don’t see the point in making Quasar a mantle. If Wendell retires, there doesn’t need to be a Quasar. There needs to be a Protector of the Universe, yes, but that is not equal to being Quasar.

Nova is again Rich Rider. Well, I’ve no issue with the Nova Corps, but Richard Rider is the featured Nova. Frankie Raye is cool but her name is unfortunate - she’s someone who i think should’ve gotten a new moniker rather than shuffle off into the grave for Rich (I’m sure I’ve posted before that I’d have dubbed her “Herald”). I’ve also considered the idea of having Robbie become the New Warriors’ “Kid Nova” but that’s entirely fanon thinking. I would never suggest he replace Rich. No one should really replace Rich, especially after the DnA stuff made it completely the case that no-one could ever achieve what Rich has.

Swordsman - i almost forgot this one as it’s not a big character at all. But Swordsman is a case where I like the legacy more than the others. Andreas von Strucker is a fantastic character and he’s run as Swordsman, while not particularly honouring the name, is the highlight of the character’s existence and name. Although the original Swordsman himself is quite a decent character, if it came down to picking between the two, I’d go with Andreas as Jacques is best defined as dead. He achieved his whole “hero” thing with his death. The Gatherers one is a character they never kept around long enough but he had potential and wasn’t bad, but again just Andreas is much more interesting and useful i think.

Penance isn’t much of a legacy as it is just a name that gets thrown about between unrelated characters. I think the Generation X one (who is hurt by James Robinson’s garbage retcon with M) being called Hollow now makes the case for not calling her Penance anymore. Robbie as Penance... I’m conflicted with. I completely see why people hate it and agree that it doesn’t make much sense with Speedball’s character - and it’s genesis as Joe Quesada just hating Speedball (and the horrible notion that he, Jenkins and Ellis were knowingly mocking self-harm) - but as a character concept I love it. If Robbie had kept being Penance I would have no problem but i wouldn’t want to inflict everyone else with something they hate. I do think Penance is a solid idea and everything done with Robbie as Penance was good but i find it really hard to reconcile between Speedball and Penance. I like them both and i feel picking either/or is doing a disservice to the other. I’ve thought up a few ideas for how to keep Penance AND Speedball (Penance was a Robbie Baldwin look-a-like hired after Season 1 of the reality show, Penance is former Speedball wannabe Darrion Grobe who i know next to nothing about, even just doing a Namorita style time-travel resurrection to have both) but i don’t feel any of those ideas are things that i would consciously want to do. I hate when other writers do shit like that. With Speedball and Penance I really want to have my cake and eat it too.

Marvel Boy... is a name I do not really have any consideration for at all. And that’s not due to the characters - Vance, Noh-Varr, Uranian, even Wendell - they’re all great. But every single one has another more identifiable name (except may Noh-Varr). So, Noh-Varr can be Marvel Boy if there must be one and if he’s not Captain Marvel. But he’s one of those guys who can get away without having a codename and just being Noh-Varr.

Ms. Marvel someone asked about and they definitely wanted to know what I think of that one and i refuse to offer an opinion so people can’t just say i’m being racist or sexist or whatever they want. Carol Danvers is/was/will always be Ms. Marvel. She was the first, she was the best, she was the longest enduring, she had the longest lasting ongoing of a Marvel female character in years. She was so close to the precipice of becoming huge on her own accord but Marvel decided it was better to force that and fail. And it was all just so Wacker could have his daughter dress up as her (hey, idiot, why not have her dress up as Sue Storm or Phoenix or any of the many less leg showing heroines?). Marvel were content to ruin one of their best female characters for selfish and idiotic reasons and that great character can never exist again. I also will mention Sharon Ventura. I feel bad for her. She was as much as a Gruenwald character and could’ve been something special but Steve Englehart butchered her early on in her existence and lumbered her with off-panel rape backstory, a man-loathing personality and quickly a rubbish “She-Thing” dynamic. And she became known as “She-Thing” by readers and unattentive writers who missed she was still being called Ms. Marvel even when she was in that form. Then when she got restored to being normal, subsequent writers just didn’t bother remembering that. I remember when Triathlon killed “She-Thing” in Secret Invasion and it turned out she was a Skrull, I was hoping it’d turn out she had been a Skrull between Gruenwald writing her in Cap #331 and Englehart writing her in FF but that was an entirely selfish desire on my part which would have been just as bad as Stephen Wacker for what he did to Carol.

Ant-Man is an identity i’ve never cared for. I think it’s a lame identity. To that end, i like Eric o’Grady. i think he was the most entertaining/interesting/unique.

Giant Man is a dud of a name. I’d just get rid of it altogether.

Goliath is okay and in many ways I’d say it should be Pym’s. If you want Pym as the giant growing character. But I think that should be Bill Foster... but he’s dead and i preferred the moniker Black Goliath. Then you’ve got people like Erik Josten and Hawkeye cluttering up the Goliath name.

Yellowjacket is a rough name. It’s probably Pym’s coolest sounding but I sort of feel it’s a name he shouldn’t want to ever use. Which is a problem since I prefer Hank’s science elements of which this name is the best fit for. Then we have Rita deMara who is another character who i think deserves another shot but then you’ve got the problem of her being Yellowjacket or having to give her her own name which then robs the character of pretty much 95% of the reason people might be interested in her.

Wasp is Janet van Dyne. It’s sad that should ever be an area for contention. I think Hank taking up the name was... well-intentioned. But it was mainly just a source of ridicule. Which is a shame because that costume and attitude was probably his best. And I’m not gonna bother acknowledging the other Wasp.

Nearly forgot Green Goblin (in fact now i realize i ain’t been thinking villains). I actually don’t know what to say about Green Goblin. I think Harry might be my main choice... but that is down to J.M. DeMatteis’ being a great writer and Harry not being rubbish in Amazing Spider-Man 2. Phil is a great character pre-Slott but i think could benefit more from a different name (while maintaining the same Green Goblin look)... maybe Jackal? Norman i think should’ve stayed dead after Gwen’s death and it’s hardly that alternative a thought. At the end of the Clone Saga, i think it would’ve been a lot wiser to have resurrected Harry as the architect as his death was both more recent, less iconic and far easier to reverse. We would’ve lost Ellis’ Thunderbolts and Dark Reign but I think that’s a decent trade-off. Even those could have been retrofitted to include Harry instead... if they were ever worth doing...

hobgoblin is a tricky one. i have the utmost respect and unwavering loyalty towards roger stern. his original hobgoblin stories are among spidey’s absolute best. but when it comes to his identity... i must confess i much prefer Tom DeFalco’s idea that Richard Fisk was the Hobgoblin. This makes more sense to me than in terms of believability and motivation. Of course, neither of these got to play out and instead we got Christopher Priest’s dreadful revelations to spite DeFalco (he wanted the Foreigner, but Peter David talked him down to Ned Leeds which is still rubbish). If it’s Ned Leeds or Roderick Kingsley, I’m going with Kingsley. I’m glad Roger got the chance to fix it but it would never have needed to be “fixed” if Christopher Priest hadn’t turned the entire thing into a farce. So ultimately, Kingsley is for the best... BUT THERE COULD’VE BEEN A ONE I PREFERRED EVEN MORE. But then we have Jason Macendale - who was a great character and a really wise choice for substitute. Even when we got the Demogoblin stuff, it seemed all as a means to make Macendale as interesting and challenging as his predecessor. I think Rog killing Macendale off was a bit of a bum note (why not have him revert to Lantern or even in some way Demogoblin?). Clearly the hobgoblin is always going to be a problem and it’s just a shame that so many good aspects or elements have been gotten rid of.

Which brings us to the Rose. Defalco intended him to be Roderick Kingsley. Which makes a lot of sense to me again when it comes to motivation and believability. But as some have noted, there is a slight wisp of homophobia in making the pampered homosexual into a flower villain. BUT i will counter that by saying, the Rose is actually fucking badass! he’s a really legitimate and was a well received villain at the time. there was nothing “gay” or “insulting” about the Rose, past the flower idea. But Priest decided to make it Richard Fisk - again motivated out of spite for DeFalco. This was fortunate for Roger being able to fix the Hobgoblin. And i think the motivation for Fisk was always there - but the same motivation led to him being a good Hobgoblin - and Priest tried his hardest to even butcher that decent motivation. And then any Rose that followed was dreadful, confusing and became utter editorial farces. We don’t need a Rose that badly.

Venom - Eddie Brock. Simple. But i will say i understand mac gargan. I think the problem was people like Bendis. The problem is Venom is one of Spidey’s most iconic and beloved villains but it’s a role that’s increasingly hard to force Eddie Brock into. So the solution to make Mac Gargan Venom and have a Venom without the anti-hero baggage of Eddie is incredibly sensible. We got to have a Venom who was evil and one of Spidey’s greatest foes. Except Bendis and others made mac gargan an utter joke. Flash thompson had an ok set-up... that works for Eddie Brock... but making it Flash was just rubbish-y. Most of Venom’s appeal is as either a Spider-Man villain or as Eddie Brock. Like i don’t need to say anything else.

iron man’s rogues gallery is pathetic. every single one, barring ghost, is a fucking legacy. there’s 20+ crimson dynamos. even ones like firebrand, whiplash, justin hammer... are replaced by legacy ones. it fucking sucks. and you know what, ghost is one of iron man’s best villains... madame masque too and her “legacies” are shit kurt busiek retcons.

human torch... simple fix: jim hammond is the torch. johnny storm is human torch.

whizzer isn’t really worth the consideration. one is dead, one is from another reality and one is called speed demon now.

ghost rider is an awkward one. johnny blaze has the better name and origin but danny ketch is a better written character i feel. and you can’t pick one without alienating a large fanbase of the other. i think there’s a fix for this... there’s the firestorm route of having them merge to be ghost rider or... how about they both can become ghost rider but only individually? like there has to be a ghost rider and say when johnny is ghost rider, dan is dan and when dan is ghost rider, johnny gets to be johnny. so the dynamic is that one is always having to suffer for the others freedom. but this is all fanon. alejandra is a non-entity and ghost driver isn’t someone i feel the need to consider.

scourge - retire this name and idea fast as possible.

nomad - likewise

deathlok - probably best retire this one too. michael collins was your best go and unfortunately his creator got to wrap that up and give the character a happy ending and to go back on it (oh, they did) would be incredibly insulting to the late dwayne mcduffie.

can’t think of any others worth mentioning... i mean i can think of other legacy heroes but none i really consider. captain britain, thor, hulk, nick fury... not really an area of contention with anyone i’d hope.

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navybrat817 · 3 years ago

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All my love to Mace. 💖 He deserves it.

nothing to lose

I’m three margaritas in. Drunk but semi-coherent.

James Mace x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Breeding kink, implied smut.

Anticipation thrums through his veins, James’ heartbeat quickening at the sight of the hotel suite.

A hero’s welcome home for a job well done. The chill in his bones is beginning to thaw in this hotel hallway, feeling his pants pocket for the keycard that he’s been switching from pocket to pocket out of nervousness.

The mission wasn’t supposed to be as successful as it was. He’d said his goodbyes to you, watching your tears as you nodded in understanding for him sacrificing himself for the greater good.

He didn’t expect to be back, let alone see you when he slides the keycard into the reader, the lock whirring softly before he opens the door, his eyes taking in the hotel suite before he settles on you.

Feral isn’t a word he uses often but it’s the only thing he can think of when he spies you on the bed, under the sheet, your eyes lowered half-mast as you smile.

“Welcome back to Earth, Mace,” you purr sleepily. “I stayed up for you, handsome.”

Keep reading

#james mace x reader #james mace x black! female reader #imagine rec #james mace imagine rec #syntheticavenger

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 2

Summary: Mirabelle is trying to get you in trouble

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: toy play, female masturbation, mentions of deceased parent, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.6K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Benning, will you put the clothes that are in the washer in the dryer, and that basket in front of the washer in there, please? Mirabelle, mommy needs you to start setting the table,” while Benning may groan, he does get up off the couch and walks into the laundry room. And the sweetest little angel of a daughter jumps up to grab the plates you had set on the counter.

“Baby, slow, okay? This isn’t a race. Mommy hasn’t finished cooking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” her chubby little fingers reach for one plate at a time. Keeping her busy, while also ensuring that you didn’t get another broken plate on your hands. “Mommy, I made sixty dollars at my orange juice stand, I did.”

“Sixty dollars?” You turn around to look at her, and she just nods her head proudly. “How did you make sixty dollars?”

“I don’t know how to make change. So I didn’t. Nope. And Uncle Bill brought his crew over there, he did,” she looks at you slyly. William hated to be called Bill. William or Will is all he would allow. Mirabelle and Benning were the only exception to that rule. “Mommy, how do you know when you’ve fallen in love?”

“Oh, my sweet darling, you shouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time. Who do you think you’ve fallen in love with?”

“An older man,” she gives you a little giggle, heading to the counter to grab the forks. “Do you think you will,” she catches sight of her brother, and she looks at you, shaking her head. “Never mind. Benny, did you have a good day at school today?”

“It was fine,” his voice was flat. It was never fine. Recently your son acted as if the world was on his shoulders, and there just was nothing to make him happy. “Can I go to Trent’s house this weekend?”

“Why? You never want to spend time with me and sissy anymore.”

“Well, Trent’s dad is helping us with my telescope,” ahh. The dreaded ‘Trent’s dad’. Trent’s dad did everything with his son, and extended that to yours. You were grateful of course. But sometimes you want Benning to yourself. Had tried to make time for just him, but you were just a mom. You weren’t a dad that knew about telescopes

“Well, can’t I help you with your telescope?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Isn’t that what YouTube is for? You telling me that Mr. Beck knows exactly what he’s doing?” Beck was starting to get on your nerves. He was getting all this time with your son who was growing up too fast, and too far away from you.

“Yeah. He hardly ever looks at YouTube. So can I go or not?”

“Watch your tone.”

“Please, mom, can I go to Trent’s house?” It was better. But you were not going to have him be disrespectful. The dreaded teenage years were around the corner, and if this was what you had to look forward to, you were not excited.

“Fine, now, let’s eat,” quietly the two of them go to the table. A table with four chairs, and Sy never got to sit in one. Each of your children eat their dinner slowly. Conversation almost eliminated by Benning’s bringing up the fact he didn’t have a father.

“Mommy, can I bring a friend over for dinner one night?”

“Do you even have friends?” Mirabelle pouts at her brother, and his face completely changes. The light in his eyes coming back for a moment when he sees he hurt his sister’s feelings. They used to have the sweetest relationship. “I’m only kidding, Sissy. I know that Dawn is your friend.”

“No, not one from school. I met him today.”

“Did a little boy come into the store? Sweetheart, a lot of people that come in that store are tourists, and…”

“No, over there,” she points over to the new build, and you take a deep gulp. There were men around your daughter. You knew that Hazel or Harley, and even William were right there, but they couldn’t watch her every second.

“Mirabelle, I don’t want you to set up your stand over there anymore. I’ll talk to Harley and Hazel and…”

“No, he was really nice. Even Uncle Bill liked him. Told him he had to keep an eye on me, and…I want him to come to dinner with us one night. He’s very handsome, he just needs a haircut, and…” her eyes move down to the table when the screech of Benning’s chair echoes in the kitchen. “Benny, I’m sorry.”

“What is this? You got your four year old picking you up dates?”

“Excuse me?”

“What don’t you get about your vows?”

“Benning Kepler Syverson, you stop this instant!”

“No! No one is ever going to be dad! I don’t need a dad! I want mine back,” standing up, he stomps towards his bedroom. It was like you never could move forward with him. Four years later and he was still angry that you were replacing his father, and you hadn’t even looked at another man, forget about touching.

“Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make Bubba mad,” holding out your arms, you let your confused daughter crawl into your lap. Brushing back her hair as she cries. “I don’t want Mace as my daddy. But…but how come Benning got to have a daddy, and I didn’t?”

“Baby, Benning is just very angry right now. He misses daddy.”

“I don’t get to miss him though, because I never met him. I want a daddy, too,” dramatic evenings were becoming too common. Hearing the loud music coming from Benning’s room, you hold your baby even tighter. The baby that Sy had begged you for. He had wanted her so much. Dreamed about who she would look like. And he didn’t get his wish, because she favored him instead of you.

“Mommy can you get me a daddy?”

“Not tonight. How about mommy makes you a bowl of Miss Hazel’s fresh orange sherbet before bed?”

“Okay. I still want a daddy though. I didn’t mean for my new friend to be a daddy. I just think…it doesn’t matter anymore,” you give her a quick kiss, and still holding her as you start to make her a bowl of her favorite treat. Waiting until she fell asleep before you dealt with your son.

You lean over to give Mirabelle a soft kiss to her forehead, and she rolls over, squeezing her raggedy seahorse stuffy. The first and last gift her dad had ever gotten her. She was growing up too fast, and with every year older you were reminded of how many years you had been alone. And just how many years it was just you and them.

Turning on her sound machine, you gently close the door, and walk down the hall to Benning’s room. Not even bothering to knock when you walk in, “What are you doing in here?”

“That was uncalled for,” his eyes roll up to look at you slowly. “I know you miss him. I know you hate the thought of any man coming into the picture, but…”

“You’re not even taking your vows seriously!”

“Do not tell me about my vows that I made. I was loyal to your father. He was on a tour and overseas, and I was your mother and that was it. I waited on your father. Do not talk to me about my vows to him. I loved him. He was my everything. And I know you’re hurting, but so am, and so is your sister.��

“She never even met him. How is she hurting?” These feeling were all too common for military families. Too often kids were left without a mother or a father. Or worse, neither. You thought you would be different. You thought wrong.

“You’re so angry that you don’t even see how you being hurt, hurts her. She might not have met your dad, but she stares at his pictures all the time. She asks about him all the time. She tells me she remembers him touching her through my belly all the time, but you’re too busy worrying about your own pain instead of hers. Benning, what do you want me to do?”

He shrugs, sliding down more onto his bed. With your hands on your hips, you try and think of the best things to say to him. You had never imagined a life where you didn’t have their father. Never could have prepared yourself to be a single mother to two kids. And now. You had a young boy who was just angry all the time.

“You’re not going to act like that and disrespect me. We’re going back to counseling.”

“No!”

“And you need to remember, I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m not saying I am ready to date, and definitely not ready to bring any man around you. But I won’t deny myself affection from a man,” he rolls his eyes, and turns his back towards you. “You can be mad, son, but…daddy wouldn’t have wanted me to be alone.”

“Daddy would have wanted you to only love him.”

“I did. And now he’s gone, and I can’t physically love him anymore. I can love his memory, and I’m still in love with his memory. But this…this every night causing some form of drama, we’re not doing. We’re going back to counseling, or you can go alone. I don’t care. But I want you to put your anger towards something else. Because I am doing all that I know how to do. Just remember how much your sister adores you. She loves you so much. And this is confusing to her. I love you.”

You stand still waiting for his response. Watching him rub the silky outline of his baby blanket, “Benning, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Goodnight,” you whisper, turning out his light. It was like he felt responsible for the household. He was the man of the house, and he was letting that title crush him, instead of dealing with his grief.

He was too young. His father was taken from him when he was too young. Walking into your bedroom, the last family photo of you three, and a Mirabelle bump makes you angry. “You left me with this, Sy. You said this was the last time, and you not coming home is not how I interpreted that. We were supposed to be a team. We were supposed to be together forever. Why did you tell him he was in charge when you left? Why couldn’t you have told him to be a little boy?”

Night’s like these were always the hardest. Both your babies going to sleep upset, and you frustrated. “I didn’t agree to be a widow before I turned forty. God, I didn’t agree to be alone, and raising two kids. Two amazing and beautiful kids. Sy, I need you. I need you to just hold me and fuck away the sad and angry tears to blissful ones. And…fuck!” You whisper scream going over towards your drawer.

Pulling it open, you grab your hitachi magic wand to plug up. Looking back at the door, Mirabelle still woke up randomly. It was too risky to leave it unlocked. “You did this Sy. You should be laying in this bed while I took my anger out on your cock,” you could even remember the way his thick hands would grab you, placing you where he wanted you, and use you.

There was so much love between you and Sy, but the best way for both of you to work through anger was sex. You both offered your bodies up freely. Clicking on the vibe, you close your eyes remembering better times with Sy. The way his hand would hold your mouth to keep you quiet, and his hips would roll into you with so much force. A constant moving of the bed because his thrusts would slam the bed frame into the wall.

Or on the rare occasion that you would push him on the bed and ride him like your life depended on it. His hands gripping your hips, and pushing you further onto him. God, he loved when you pushed yourself to your limits. Not ever stopping after orgasming. Just keep bouncing on him harder and harder. Your juices spilling out on him, and not stopping until your legs were trembling, and he was cooing how you were just such a good slut for him.

“Mommy?”

“Dammit,” you pant. You were almost there.

“Mommy, I can’t sleep. Mommy, the door is locked.”

“Hold on, baby,” no wonder you were frustrated. Every time. Every time you were stopped just shy of an orgasm. This was the worst type of edging. “Mirabelle, give me just a second,” you stuff the wand back in the drawer, and try to calm your breathing. It was right there. Right in your reach. But mommy duties didn’t wait for an orgasm.

“Why are you breathing funny?”

“Because I was sleeping.”

“Last time you were breathing funny, you had that microphone on your bed, and you said you were singing. Were you singing? Is the microphone on the bed? Can I use it?”

“No!”

“I can sing. I can. And you have a pink microphone. Please, can we just sing together?”

“It’s late,” you take a deep breath, picking her up, and instead of hugging you, she moves her body away. “What?”

“You need to turn the air on higher. You’re sweaty.”

“Mirabelle, baby, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so sweaty if you didn’t sing alone in the middle of the night. You forgot to unplug your microphone,” she was too smart. Way too smart. That hyper awareness was one hundred percent her father. “One song. I see it in the drawer.”

“It won’t be there tomorrow.”

“I can find it.”

“I wish you would leave this alone, baby. Sleep,” you drop her on the bed, all giggly, and she snuggles her seahorse tighter, waiting on you to join her. “Get some sleep, my love. You have to go to school tomorrow.”

“Uh uh,” she fake coughs, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, “I’m sick. Can’t Miss Hazel teach me to make change tomorrow?”

“Sleep, baby.”

“Mirabelle Nova, get your butt out of the floor,” Hazel scolds the little girl who was sprawled out on her back in the floor of the store, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Miss ma’am it is time for your behind to put up the oranges, and get ready for the day.”

“It’s hot.”

“It’s Florida,” Mirabelle sits up, and looks over towards the build. “You made good money yesterday. Little swindler.”

“I don’t know what that means. I don’t. Can I have oranges at the stand, too? Oranges are a dollar or two for five dollars.”

“Your math is atrocious.”

“I’m four,” she declares, standing up to get a basket, stuffing oranges in them. “My friend will be there today, he will. Uncle Bill said he and Casey are going to take me shopping this weekend. I guess mommy will be all alone, she will.”

“I wish your mommy would find her a good man. It ain’t right for her to be alone with you babies. You going to stack the oranges, ma’am?” Mirabelle points from her basket to her stand, but Hazel just taps her foot. “You getting Harley to build that stand was because you promised to stack the oranges on the shelf every morning. Stack,” throwing her head back, the little girl goes over to the shelf, a shopping cart of oranges ready for her.

Placing each orange exactly where they were supposed to be. Mirabelle’s early reading was the names of different oranges. She might not be able to read a book, but she could read orange names. “Can I take some marmalade to my new friend, too?”

“He doesn’t pay for it then.”

“But you said…”

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson do not correct me. I know what I said, and what I’m saying right now is he’s not paying. Tell your Uncle Bill I want to speak with him at lunch.”

“Okay! I will,” rejoicing when the final orange is put up. She scoops up a jar of marmalade to put in her basket before running to her stand. Looking out at the build, and trying to find sight of Mace before she starts to walk over there.

Her little head bounces around as she skips towards the build. Seeing multiple people, but none of which were her uncle or Mace. Bebopping closer, too close when Mace grabs her up, and throws her over his shoulder. “Mace! You came back today!”

“It’s kind of my job, darling. What did I tell you about being near here?”

“I don’t know.”

“To not do it.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because there are men working and you can get hurt.”

“Why?”

“We’re doing this again?” He asks, sitting her down on her stool. “You’ve got oranges today.”

“Uh huh, and I brought you some marmalade, and I didn’t sneeze in that one, I didn’t,” Mace snarls his nose animatedly, and Mirabelle giggles, “I didn’t! Sometimes I do it on purpose because Hazel has to give it to me. These I didn’t, that’s why they’re at the store. I got it off the shelf myself. Mace? Oh!”

She looks up at the tall man, and he gives her a smile before squatting down at her level. “What do you think?” He asks, rubbing his hand over his head to show her his new haircut. “You like it?”

“You look very handsome, you do. Your eyes look prettier with that hair cut. Mace do you have green in your eyes?” She asks placing both hands on his cheeks. “You do! You do have some green, right there. And I would like for you to come eat supper with me sometime.”

With her hands still cupping his cheeks, he gives her a little smile, and Mirabelle has to look away. “You are very handsome with this haircut, so can you come eat supper with me and my family?”

“Hmm, I can’t intrude.”

“You’re not, I asked you. Uncle Bill can bring you, he can.”

“Aren’t you supposed to quit calling him that?” She shakes her head no, grabbing one of the oranges out of the basket, and begins to peel it. Mirabelle had no intentions to stop calling him Uncle Bill. “You really are a peach, huh?”

“Ew, who eats peachies?”

“You don’t like them?” Mirabelle shakes her head no, and points over to the grove. Stuffing an orange wedge in her mouth, before handing Mace one. “You only eat oranges, huh?”

“Yep. They provide you with vitamin c, and marmalade, and juice. We are the sunshine state, oranges look like the sun. This is a sunshine fruit. Sunshine, Mace. Sunshine. You like that one?”

“It’s pretty good. Tastes like an orange.”

“Pfft, that is a cara cara orange. It’s very sweet. Clementines are my mom’s favorite. They’re not as sweet, they’re not.”

“You know a lot about oranges. Huh?”

“Yeah. Mace, how do I get your attention if I can’t walk over there?” The man looks around the clearing. Wanting to make sure the girl stays far enough away from the build, spotting a stump not too far away, and not hidden by an oak tree.

“That right there. You see it,” Mirabelle nods her head, looking at the stump, and turns back towards Mace with a smile. “You can’t sit there for too long because there’s no shade, and I don’t want you to get sunburnt, but it’s a sure fire way to make sure you’re seen without being too close. That can be Mirabelle’s stump. But no closer than that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s nails.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re building.”

“Why?” She giggles, almost falling to the ground with how hard she was laughing. Hands on her belly. It was the sweetest little laugh.

“We’re not doing that again.”

“Why?”

“You turkey!” This time Mirabelle does fall to the ground, and she covers her eyes, wiping away tears because she is laughing so hard, and Mace leans over to tickle her even more.

“Hazel, what do you know about that man?” You point over to the man that was tickling your daughter. You could hear her laughter all the way over here, and it made your heart swell. You knew how easily Mirabelle got attached to men, but this seemed different.

“That one?” You nod your head, stepping closer to the window. Seeing your daughter jump up from the ground, and pour him a cup of orange juice. “His brother and William were friends.”

“Were?”

“He was…honey, you know how the military works.”

“What about him? Was he in the military?”

“James was a lot younger than his brother. He never enlisted. Why are you asking?”

“Does he see her everyday?” There was a familiarity between the two of them. This had to be the friend that Mirabelle was telling you about.

“Everyday. She takes him lunch, too. Every morning he talks with her, and then they have lunch together, and he tells her goodbye. Well, some mornings she’s at school.”

“She looks happy,” you wipe a stray tear from your eye. You feel guilty that you couldn’t give this to her for the last four years. Mirabelle deserved a dad. William tried. But he was just a good uncle. “I failed them.”

“No, you didn’t. You’ve given them a good life. Military life isn’t easy. When that man leaves for his next job, she’ll adapt. She always does. She doesn’t know any difference.”

“I matched with someone on that app. And then I deleted it,” the dating app was Casey’s idea. She even encouraged it. Didn’t make you feel guilty for wanting to try again. But you just couldn’t. Feeling guilty for getting out there, but then worrying you would never find someone good enough for you, and knew there was no one good enough for the kids.

“Why?”

You turn to look at Hazel, giggling. That was always your daughter’s favorite line. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right. Benning hates me. But I just…I’m lonely. And this is too much, but I just want a man, ya know? I’m tired of doing it all alone.”

“Sex doesn’t equal love.”

“It does to me. Will you keep an eye on her?” Sex was so much better with someone that you were attracted to their body and their mind. You wanted someone who just knew you and knew how to take care of you, and you wanted to be that person for someone else.

A little twitch of the nose meaning that he wanted you face down and ass up with a wet cunt and ready to take a pounding. A rub of the belly meant that when the kids went to sleep you just wanted to grind on his cock slowly while you made out. You wanted more than just a quick way to get off. You wanted every day and every night to mean more than just sex. You wanted a partner.

“I always do,” Hazel says softly, looking out to Mirabelle and Mace.

“Stop. Stop! I can’t breathe. I brought you something,” Mirabelle’s hand goes into her pocket before producing a neon threaded bracelet. “It’s a friendship bracelet. I can’t tie it though.”

“I got it,” she was the sweetest angel that Mace had ever met. For her to only be four, she knew the way to soften his head. He had never let anyone new into his life. Not to the point where he said more than three words to someone. Mace kept to himself. The less people in his life, the less disappointment he was. “I love it.”

“Yeah? So about dinner?”

“I think your mom should be the one to ask. I don’t know if she would like you dragging some random man into her house.”

“Hmm,” Mirabelle rocks on her stool a moment thinking. Wondering just how she could get Mace to her house. Tapping on her head to think harder. There had to be some way to convince him to eat dinner with her family. “Maybe we can have a karaoke night.”

“You guys do that?”

“No. But I think mommy is practicing. She has a pink microphone in her bedroom,” Mace chokes on his orange juice, spitting out a bit. There was no way that this little girl was talking about what he thought she was talking about, but Mirabelle keeps talking. This was the perfect idea. “She keeps it in a drawer or under her pillow. I can’t figure out how it works. It just buzzes.”

“Maybe you should leave it alone.”

“There’s a secret to it. I just know it. Mommy won’t tell me. She’s caught me sneaking to try and find the new hiding spot, she did. But whatever she’s practicing it must be a lot of work because it makes her breathe funny, and she gets all sweaty.”

“Okay, I think it’s time for me to head back to work. Leave your mom’s bedroom alone.”

“Why?”

“It’s not nice to snoop in people’s bedrooms.”

“Why?”

“Some things are not meant for kids,” before Mirabelle can ask another why, Mace puts his hand over her mouth to quiet her. “Promise me that you’ll leave your mom’s — microphone alone.”

“Fine. I’ll leave it alone. But we can have a karaoke party. And you can come. Or! Every Friday Uncle Bill and Casey come for dinner, and sometimes we go over to their house. Do you think that’s when mommy really practices when she’s alone?”

“Yep. I’m sure she really likes using her microphone when you’re not there. Mirabelle, I really gotta go, darling. Leave her microphone alone, okay?” Mirabelle rolls her eyes, but says okay. “I’ll tell the boys to get some oranges and juice if you leave your mom’s stuff alone. You’ll be able to do something with the money. I’m sure you’ll make up a different excuse tomorrow.”

“Shh, don’t ruin my hustle.”

“You ain’t right. See you in a bit. Get some rest.”

“Come over for karaoke night!”

“I’ll talk with Bill…Will!” That child was a mess. Mace was sure that you had no idea that you were snooping in your room. Definitely didn’t know she was telling your secrets to people, but it got him curious. A woman that could raise such a kid, and one that…used a microphone regularly enough. No. He couldn’t get attached. But sex could just be sex, right? Would it be right to have thoughts about having sex with someone you hadn’t even met? His brother did always tell him that mothers make the best lovers because they were freaks and knew what they were doing.

But Mace couldn’t possibly want to entertain an invitation to dinner from a four year old in hopes of getting his dick wet, could he? It would beat his hand. Mothers could surely have sex without getting attached. Because Mace didn’t want to get attached. Didn’t want to let anyone in. But he did want some soft curves to grab onto. Just for the night.

He had never even met you, and he was coming up with ways to fuck you while your kids slept. It made him feel awful. Dinner was fine. It felt weird to talk to your child everyday, and not even know who you were. He would talk to Bill — Will, and ask him what he thought. It was the polite thing to do.

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