#james mace x y/n

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 7

Summary: some time with Mace to figure it out

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 5.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hazel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you asking?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to use you.”

“Yes.”

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

“Yes, please!”

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

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

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

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

“You want to fuck my ass don’t you?”

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

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

“Okay, but what do you really want?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your longest relationship?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So — you’re my boyfriend?”

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

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

“I think establishing that is pretty important.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Doesn't Mean They're Lost Forever

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by lizziesromanova

An Au set in a Marvel/Aos/Xmen universe where Y/n discovers that there have been unknown guests living in her house... and she's now determined to make everything okay for them.

Words: 16158, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey, Scott Lang, Scott Summers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Moira MacTaggert, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe | Bloodstorm, Hank McCoy, Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Colossus, Bobby Drake, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, Alex Summers, Warren Worthington II, Nathaniel Malick, Wade Wilson, Lorna Dane, Toad (X-Men), Pyro, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hope Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jeffrey Mace, Holden Radcliffe, Daniel Sousa, Wong (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Moira MacTaggert/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Additional Tags: Protective Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Teen Jean Grey, Jean Grey Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - College/University

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[navybrat817]

Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

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James Mace x Reader

Peaceful Waves

Summary:  The waves always made him feel peaceful and you knew he made it.

Ari Levinson x Reader

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Summary: Ari reminds you whose in charge when you mouth off.

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Summary: Late nights with Jake Jensen and Bucky Barnes pay off.

Motocross AU

Lapper  🔥 💞 (motocross)

Summary: Jake is a loser on the tracks, but a winner in your heart. 

All Tied Up  🔥

Summary: You find a way to distract Jake after a rough morning.

Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Have a Taste  🔥

Summary: Lloyd gets off on the control he has over you, but is he really in control?

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Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages || MainStory Complete ✅

(VARIOUS FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS; listed in order of most recent)

'Who Would...' Asks Shipper Asks Dirty Headcanon Asks Valentine's 2024 Comfort Drabble Asks

BY CHARACTER --

STEVE ROGERS SERIES (Masterlist)

STEVE ROGERS ONE-SHOTS (Masterlist)

RANSOM DRYSDALE--

Pretty Desperate Thing (smutty one-shot) 🦆🌘

The Root of All Ransom (Masterlist) ✅

Ransom x rich!reader; enemies-to-lovers

For Show (Ran x poor!soulmate!reader) ⛈️🔥🦆 Seasons (headcanon) 🌼

ARI LEVINSON (Masterlist)

LLOYD HANSEN (Masterlist)

JAKE JENSEN (Masterlist)

JOHNNY STORM--

Phantom Pleasure (Masterlist)

Johnny x ghost!reader mini-series

Dirty Headcanons: ABCD 🔥🦆; V 🔥🦆

JIMMY DOBYNE--

Common Education (Masterlist)

Jimmy x professor!reader series

CURTIS EVERETT--

A Nice Relaxing Bath (drabble prompt) 🌼🔥🦆 Dirty Headcanon (alone time, kissing, and zones) Firefighter!Curtis (headcanon)

JAMES MACE--

A Kiss Without Motive (Valentine's prompt) ⛈️🔥***

BUCKY BARNES (Masterlist)

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[ddejavvu]

Lumberjack!James building a treehouse for the little ones and Y/N painting/decorating it 😌

Tree’s the Charm - Lumberjack!James Potter x Fem!Reader (Preview)

WC: 1.1K

Summary: Your kids are eager to get the construction of their new treehouse underway, and your husband is eager to make a mess / lots and lots of domestic fluff with lumberjack!james!!

This is just a preview for the full fic, which will come out 24H from now. The full fic has been posted here. I hope you enjoy, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Let me know what you think :) 

The mention of James's current project had Mason bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Papa, how big is the treehouse gonna be?!"

"I dunno, Mace," James was fixedly staring at the wood he sawed, "As big as the tree, I s’pose."

“I can fly!” Mimi’s three year old brain was whirring, her chin sticking out defiantly as she insisted upon her abilities being recognized, “Papa always says I’m his fairy, ‘n fairies can fly!”

“That’s right,” James grinned, setting the saw safely back on his workbench before beelining for Mimi, carefully avoiding you and the baby with his clunky work boots. He scooped her up, a smile glowing on his face as bright as the sun beating down on all of you, “My little fairy, show me how you fly!”

“Hope y’made a wish, Mace,” James grinned cheekily, “That’s whatcha do with a dandelion.”

“I did,” Mason made his way back over to the tree James had been working on, pointing accusatorily at the saw, “I wished for the treehouse to be finished already!”

You screeched in disapproval, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he was only egged on further, spinning you in his arms and trapping you against his chest. You knew you must have looked a sight, face smeared in splotchy red paint if the massacre of James’s face was anything to go by. He looked adoringly down at you, a smear of paint on his nose, “Y’still look pretty, y’know? Even if you’ve got paint everywhere.”

You grinned shyly, eyes staring into James’s own warm, brown ones, “Stooop.”

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*MASTERLIST* 🔮

Padawan JieJie, formerly known as "l-l-c-m-w-b" or "nota-woman-ima-god", REPOSTED THIS FROM HERE bcs the links didn't work anymore

Author's fav: 💜

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STAR WARS:

Attachment - Y/N and Anakin, young padawans, are supposed to be looking after Senator Amidala on Naboo but they seem to be interested more in other things…

Long Time No See - Requested, Vader x reader

Tonight - You are Anakin’s wife and you and your husband are enjoying a moment of peace but Obi-Wan ruins it and it goes on with Padmé the other day…

Lovely - You and Anakin have been dating for a while and you two have a conversation about how Ahsoka sort of became your adoptive daughter…

💜 My Choice Series COMPLETED - You are Anakin’s twin sister and Mace Windu’s apprentice with a forbidden kind of interest in Master Kenobi that does not go well…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

💜 Almost -  Let’s just pretend that Reylo isn’t happening and here you are getting lectures from Kylo only to fall in love with him and the ending takes place after The Rise of Skywalker where the bad shit magically handled itself and our fav depressed boy is coming back home…

Just Yours -  Set between TLJ and TRoS where Supreme leader Kylo Ren decided to take you as his apprentice and you always seem to somehow injure yourself on missions and Kylo is not found of it…

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THE MARAUDERS:

Let It Go series (unfinished and it shall stay that way):

1. Just let it be | 2. So come on | 3. Why don’t you be you?

Relationships Are Difficult (2 parter COMPLETED)- Requested: young Sirius Black x reader

PART I. | PART II.

Runaway -  Y/N is James’ twin sister and she was the first one who saw Sirius after he left home…

Lover - Loosely based on a song by Taylor Swift

Chocolate -  You’re nervous about the OWL’s and Remus gave you some of his chocolate…

How long will this last? - Requested: Remus Lupin x plus!size!reader

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MARVEL:

Y/N Strange -  Loki have met you while he was attacking the NY and weren’t able to kill you, so he basically kidnapped you and the two of you fell in love, but then he was stopped and now he’s found you again, but what he doesn’t know is that you are actually a niece of Dr. Strange…

What happened? - You thought Loki died, but he didn’t...

PART 1 | PART 2

From Now 'Til Forever -  Requested: Loki x Enchantress!Reader

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BUCKY:

You saved me -  Steve’s gone to save the other Avengers and you stayed in Wakanda with Bucky so he wouldn’t be there alone…

Sunset - Just a fluffy little thingy with warm Bucky…

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DEVIL MAY CRY:

V:

V’s Affection -  You and Nero have to kick some demon ass while V’s doing what he’s doing…

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VIKINGS:

ALFRED:

Morning -  Waking up in the arms of your beloved one…

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BILLY RUSSO:

Different -Billy has never loved a girl the way he has fallen for the reader. But he has made a lot of chaos and he doesn’t want her to get hurt…

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i got lazy towards the end and so you don't get the "fancy font names" but i mean... the ones that didn't i don't really care for anyway so eh 🤷‍♀️

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-mas

Day 8 : These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things

Summary: A visit to a bar leaves you connecting with someone you used to know…

Pairing: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.5k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 7: James Mace (Sunshine)

There was a light dusting of snow on the sidewalk as Hayden weaved his way through the teeming masses of people.

It was the week before Christmas, a busy time in Manhattan for tourists, workers and shoppers alike. Every corner housed a bell ringing Santa with a red coin bucket, people bumped into with packages, boxes and bags. Yet, he found himself rather Grinchy, despite the cheerful holiday season.

He was looking forward to heading home to see his family, taking a few well-earned days off. But other than that, well, meh. All his friends were partnered off. Either married or engaged. Yet he… well, there was no one special like that in his life. Hadn’t been for a while.

Wall Street kept him busy enough, or was it an excuse to not play the dating pool, he didn't know, nor did he particularly care.

He had finished his day, late and nerving, heading for a bar he frequented often, one from his early days in New York after graduating from Harvard.

Pulling the door open, he strode gladly onto the warmth, pulling off his woollen hat and scarf, his fingers undoing the buttons on his designer woollen jacket.

"Hayden, been a long time," Bill the bartender joked and started to pour him a lager from the tap.

"Scotch chaser, Bill." Hayden sighed and took a seat on the stool.

“Hard stuff already?” Bill looked at him, his brow raised slightly.

"Long day," he chuckled. "Longer season."

“Well, soon be Christmas.” Bill slid the beer over before he grabbed a glass for the chaser, “you got plans?”

Hayden tossed a neck of his scotch back and sighed, smacking his lips, "yeah, going back to Boston. Just closing up some accounts before the first."

“Be nice to see the family eh?” Bill smiled, his eyes flicking over Hayden’s shoulder as the door opened again.

Shivering a little, cursing the fact you had left your beanie at the office, you brushed the snow off your hair and strode to the bar. You took up a free seat, a few down from the occupied one and nodded to the bartender.

“Scotch, please. Make it a double, Bill.”

“You as well, huh?” Bill chuckled, “no problem Y/N.”

You undid your coat, shrugging it down your arms and leaving it pressed to the back of the stool. You groaned, “fucking Christmas, man. I swear it turns everyone into lunatics. You know I had a guy come into the bank today demanding to withdraw five grand. I wouldn’t mind, he only had two in the damned account.”

Bill chuckled, "'tis the season for Scrooges and Grinches."

"Try dicks and asses," you snorted.

At that, the man a few stools down from you snorted and Bill shook his head, laughing as he slid your drink over to you. “Well you’re in good company, hasn’t been his day either.” He jerked his head towards Mr Snorter. Without looking at him, you raised your glass in his direction, before downing it in one, wincing.

The man cocked his head, popped a shoulder and downed the rest of his scotch.

 With a thought of mischief, you picked up your glass and moved down a few stools.

“So, shall we play the ‘two miserable and strangers bond in a bar over common annoyance’ game?” You smirked and the man chuckled as he turned to face you and you blinked as you recognised the face looking back at you.

"Hayden?" You chuckled. "Oh my God, Harvard Hayden."

Hayden raised a brow. “Erm, yeah…” he looked at you for a moment before his mouth dropped open and he clicked his fingers, pointing at you. “Oh my God, you were in my Financial Economics class!”

"Y/N, yeah," you replied.

“Wow!” He chuckled, “what are the chances?”

“I’m surprised you remember me.” You smirked and at that he chuckled. 

“Kinda hard to forget someone who called the tutor a, and I quote, ‘ageing dinosaur with the charisma of a mosquito’.”

You popped a shoulder and innocently smirked. "What good is a tutor if I know more than him?"

At that Hayden laughed, before he gestured to the bar, “can I get you another?”

You smirked, "please."

Bill poured and the three of you toasted, "Merry Christmas."

After that you slowed, moving onto beer as you and Hayden chatted, telling each other about your lives since graduation. Before you knew it, Bill was mopping floors and flipping stools.

"Can I call you a cab? Split one?" Hayden offered.

“Erm, where you headed?”

"5th and Park."

You laughed, “Jesus, I’m literally a block away. How on Earth have we not bumped into each other over the last two years?”

"New York's a big place, with a helluva lot of people."

“Yeah, but still…” you shook your head.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.” Hayden chuckled as you both shrugged on your coats.

You chuckled, "Let's split one."

"Great, I'll close us out." He smiled.

"No you don't have..."

Hayden held up a hand. "I insist."

Hayden left two one hundred notes on the bar for Bill and waved goodbye, before walking out with you. Snow was falling in big flakes as the two of you looked for an available cab.

“Erm, look this might seem forward but, how about we head back to mine? I got a good single malt and a fairly decent movie selection?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, “I mean, just for company that is… if you want…”

Hayden pondered it for just a moment, "sure. I could use the company."

He flagged down an available cab and opened the door, letting you in first. With a deep breath and a smile, he climbed in and settled besides you.

 ***12 months later***

“Hey, Hayden!” Bill smiled as Hayden wandered into the bar, whistling, “you’re full of festive cheer!”

“Well, it’s snowing, it’s almost Christmas and I got a big, fat bonus!” He grinned, sitting down.

"Sounds like a great year," Bill chuckled. "First drink, on me."

“It has been,” Hayden smiled, his eyes straying to the very stool��you’d sat on twelve months prior.

That night back at yours had seen the pair of you drunkenly making out on your couch, dry humping like a couple of horny teenagers. And then you’d fucked like a couple of horny teenagers too. 

The next morning had been a little awkward, but just before he left he had asked for your phone number. This had led to a few dates, which had led to the pair of you going steady and moving in together at the start of fall.

It had been wild, passionate, still was, and with a smirk he recalled the events of that morning… a joint shower, which had left the pair of you making a mad dash for the subway…

“We’re gonna be late,” you chuckled as his hands dropped to your hips, spinning you round and pressing you into the cool tiles of the shower cubicle.

"Don't care." He nipped at your neck. "Nope, don't care."

“My boss will care,” your protest completely undermined by the soft sigh you gave, your head tipping to the side as his kissed up to the hinge of your jaw.

"No he won't," he panted in your ear, his hands running along the apex of your thighs. His foot kicked yours apart, widening your stance.

"Hayden...."

“I’ll be quick, baby.”

"Okay, yes...."

“Thassmagirl,” his words slurred as his lips brushed over your chin to your mouth.

A free hand found his shaft and with memory knew exactly where to slide into you. One hand gripped the back of your knee, hooking it over his hip, opening you up wider to him.

"Oh Jesus," you whimpered. "Right there. Fuck, that's good."

“Worth being late for?” He groaned, his hips pulling back and forth.

"Oh yeah," you moaned.

Soon, he had your legs round his waist, pressing you into the wall as he picked up his pace, his teeth nipping at your chest.

"Hayden, harder, please."

With a growl, his hips sped up, mouth slanting over yours, tongues gliding together. His fingertips pressed into the back of your thighs and you felt his hips begin to falter, he was close but you were closer.

“Hay, please… I’m so close…”

A nip to your skin, where your neck glides into your collarbone had you wailing and shaking in his hands, your insides tightening around him.

“Fuck, I love you…” he groaned, his voice cracking as he came, his hips giving a few more sloppy thrusts before he stopped, his chest heaving…

“Earth to Hayden!” Bills voice wrenched him back to the here and now and he shook his head a little.

“Sorry, buddy I was miles away. What did you say?”

Bill laughed as he slid the beer over to him. “I asked if you were gonna do something nice with your bonus.”

Hayden picked up his beer with his right hand, his left curling round the small box in his pocket, within which sat a shiny diamond ring. “Something like that.” He took a sip of his drink, “Merry Christmas, pal.”

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Day 9: Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

[oh-my-damn]

Breathless

A/N: Fourth installment in my Mace-Verse. 

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: 1500

Summary: It’s been a few days since Mace kissed you in the earth room, but he’s been keeping his distance ever since. When he sees you talking and joking with Capa, his jealously finally makes him take action. 

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics​

Gif was made by yours truly

“How are the ferns doing?” Capa asks as he leans against the wall in the Garden, watching you work. 

You’re checking on the water levels in the soil, ensuring that the water to fertilizer ratio is correct while you talk to Capa. 

“They’re doing good,” You reply, smiling widely at him, “They seem to be thriving, I feel like they’re bigger every time I look.” 

He chuckles in response, “Well, that’s great. I heard the O2 levels were doing good, and this place looks to be in pretty good shape.” 

He pushes off the wall and walks around, occasionally touching a leaf or a flower as he passes them. 

You nod, “Yeah the O2 levels are actually way higher than I even expected them to be, it’s pretty amazing.” 

You have a soft smile on your lips as you bend down, resting on your knees as you stick your fingers into the dirt to check the moisture inside. The soil feels soft against the pads of your fingers, making you hum in delight as you pull them out and wipe them off. 

You take out your tablet to write down the results as Capa speaks again, “You’re doing a great job here, you know that?” 

That makes you break focus from your tablet, glancing over your shoulder to look at him with a beaming smile, ���Thank you Capa, thats so sweet of you.” 

“Of course,” he says, mirroring your smile, “You know I’ve always been intrigued by this, I can’t imagine how complicated it must be to take care of all of this, ensuring that it’s just right.” 

You snort, “You’re in charge of a bomb thats so big, it’ll be able to bring the sun back to life. I don’t think I’m the impressive one here.” 

He laughs, a booming, cheerful sound as he shakes his head, “Okay, fine, but still. You’re very impressive.” 

You chuckle as you shake your head, pulling your attention back to your tablet as you say, “Right back at ya.” 

You don’t notice the doors to the Garden opening, and you don’t realize who’s walked inside until you hear Capa speak again. 

“Hey Mace,” he says, his tone a little more reserved than before but still polite, “What’s up?” 

You glance up from the screen at the mention of his name, your eyes searching for him for a moment until you spot him. 

He’s taking slow steps in your direction, his eyes shifting between yourself and Capa as he walks closer. When he speaks, his tone is less gentle than you’ve been used to these past few weeks, and it worries you slightly. 

“Hey, just passing by to see how everything was going..” 

He trails off as his eyes land on you, and you offer him a soft smile, to which he replies with a smaller one. 

Ever since he brought you to the Earth room a few days ago, and planted his lips on yours, it’s like all of your senses have been amplified. 

And now, every time you see him, there’s this prickling electricity coursing through your veins. 

But you haven’t kissed since - in fact, it’s like Mace has been keeping his distance a little, and he hasn’t stopped by the Garden as much. And whenever he did, it would only be for a short amount of time, and neither of you ever brought up what had happened between you that day. 

It made you nervous, because you were worried he might have changed his mind, regretted the kiss. But the worry wasn’t able to suppress the butterflies in your stomach or the prickling in your skin whenever you saw him. 

“I’m just checking in on the ferns,” Capa says with a chuckle, his eyes glancing from Mace to you, “I heard they were doing well so I wanted to see it for myself.” 

You giggle, sending Capa a teasing smile before turning back to your tablet as you say, “Yeah, the ferns are doing great. I’m almost jealous, they seem to be having a blast.” 

Your eyes are back on the tablet, which means you don’t notice how Mace’s jaw ticks when you giggle at Capa’s joke, and you miss the way his eyes narrow slightly as he glances at him. 

You also miss the way his fingers twitch to touch you, or the way his body is urging him to move closer to you, just so he can be in your vicinity. 

“That’s great,” Mace mumbles, glancing down at his feet as he shifts a little where he stands, “Glad they’re doing well.” 

You glance up to look at him, but his gaze is downcast so he misses the soft smile you send him. 

Capa watches the exchange between you two curiously, clearly noticing how theres been a shift in the air around all of you, and after a beat he says, “Well, I should be going back, anyway. Gotta run another simulation. Thanks for letting me check on the ferns.” 

You look up as he walks past you, sending him a smile and a wave before he leaves the Garden. 

As soon as the doors are closed, leaving you and Mace alone in the room, he speaks. 

“Hey.” 

You glance up at him, a soft chuckle as you speak, “Hey yourself.” 

You straighten up from the flowerbed you were kneeling next to, putting down your tablet as you say, “So, you wanted to see how everything was going, huh?” 

He hums, glancing away for a moment as he nods before taking a few tentative steps closer to you, “Yeah, I uh.. You know.. Wanted to check in on the... ferns.” 

You nod, chuckling quietly as you look at him, “Right. The ferns, of course. Well, they’re doing great, so no need to worry.” 

You’re about to turn away from him, to grab your tablet again, when a hand on your arm stops you. 

His large palm touches your upper arm gently, and his voice is soft as he speaks, “Okay, fine. It wasn’t about the ferns.” 

“Really?” You look at him with an amused smile. 

“Yeah, I uhm..” he takes another step closer, bringing him right in front of you, “I didn’t know how you felt about me coming to visit anymore, ever since.. you know..” 

Your brows furrow instantly, and you tilt your head slightly as you look up at him, “What do you mean?”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes momentarily drop from your eyes to your lips, before meeting yours again. “I didn’t know if you were mad at me,” he whispers, “You know, for kissing you..” 

That makes you giggle softly, your hand instinctively reaching up to land on his bicep, “Why would I be mad at you for that?”

He shrugs, but his lips lift up in a smile as soon as you touch him, “Maybe you didn’t like it, or something..” 

“Oh I liked it,” you reply before you can stop yourself, and the grin that paints his face at your words make your cheeks heat up. 

“Oh, yeah?” He asks smugly. 

You nod coyly, your eyes dropping to his lips as you whisper, “Yeah..” 

When you look back up at him, his eyes have changed, the usual blue hue a little darker now, his pupils blown a little wider. 

You can sense it before it even happens; the tension between you fills the air, it’s almost like you can hear the electricity crackling. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, your nerves making you feel almost breathless as you watch him lean in closer. 

Then, as his face is just a few inches from yours, he whispers, “Would you mind if I did it again?” 

You barely even manage to breathe out a no before he pulls you the rest of the way to him, his soft lips taking yours, molding against them. 

The kiss takes your breath away. It’s all-consuming and your mind gets hazy as your lips move with his, your hand on his arm squeezing a little, feeling as the soft muscle flexes slightly under your fingers. 

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and a small moan makes it way past your lips at the feeling of being held so tightly. 

When he responds with a quiet groan, you can no longer hold back your urges, and you hesitantly bite down on his plump bottom lip, the same one that has been taunting you for the past six months. 

He pulls you closer, grunting slightly at the feeling as his other arm wraps around you as well. 

His arms are so strong around you, the kiss so intense, it makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy. 

But theres nowhere in the world you would rather be right now, than right here. 

Next Part: More Than Science (drabble)

[visbiscuit]

25 Days of CHRIS-mas ( masterlist )

Santa's not in town yet, but my Chris(t)mas spirit is stronger than ever! From the idea of @wiypt-writes, this is a collection of imagines of Chris Evans' characters (hence the CHRIS-mas in the title). Each one of them will have its own warnings, so always pay attention to those if you do not want to read something you're not entirely comfortable with. ONLY THE LAST ONE-SHOT WILL BE CHRISTMAS THEMED, so you can read the others without being continuously smothered by the holidays!

If you want to participate, just visit @wiypt-writes' profile and you will find all the info you need to try and spend December thinking about Chris Evans for a reason (not that you need one).

I'm sorry to inform you that the fics here will always have a fem!oc or a fem!reader, it's the way I am used to, but if you want me to write with neutral pronouns or male pronouns, I can definitely try!

PEOPLE UNDER 18 ARE NOT ALLOWED!

if you want to read more stories written by yours truly, this is my lovely Masterlist.

1 . Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

DAYDREAMING, jake wyler x fem!reader

[ fluff and cringe ]

Jake Wyler never noticed her through high school, but she noticed him. Oh, she did, all right. What happens when she finds out that he not only noticed her but even knew her deepest secret?

2. Kyle (Perfect Score)

OUR PAL IS DOOMED, pumba!kyle x timon,fem!reader

[ fluff and comedy ]

Matty is completely smitten with Francesca. What about Kyle and Y/N? Where does this leave them? The trio is probably going to be forgotten if they do not do something and this cannot happen. This is how Kyle and Y/N try to stop love from blossoming, but it does anyway and not only between Matty and Francesca.

3. Ryan (Cellular)

WHISTLE STOP, robin hood!ryan x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Ryan Ackerman steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He breaks into houses and tries to take as many things as he can to help his people. He always whistles while entering a house to see if someone's inside. One day, he accidentally enters his old employer's house and finally meets his daughter, Y/N, who doesn't call the police but... blows his whistle.

4. Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

I'M KISSING YOU, romeo!bryce x juliet,fem!reader

[ fluff and smut ]

Their families do not want to see them together. It would be a scandal. Centuries of hatred cannot be wiped out by a stupid young love. Except that it can, and it will. Bryce and Y/N know how much their love is worth and they finally decide to act upon it after years of pining for each other.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

5. Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

COMIN' UNDER FIRE, johnny storm x grimm,fem!reader

[ smut ]

She is Ben's daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn't allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he'd kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.

6. Syd (London)

SYMPHONY, neighbor!syd x violinist,fem!reader

[ fluff ]

He's moved on from London. He is clean now, he went to rehab and is ready to start his new life. His new neighborhood is full of green areas, dogs and comes with a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N. He always listens carefully to her practicing the violin and he swears he's falling more in love with her each new symphony.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

7. Mace (Sunshine)

THE REASON WHY, james mace x fem!reader

[ fluff and angst ]

!! the reader is dead in this one !!

While on Icarus II, Mace is distracted. Everybody notices, but nobody knows why. In his head, he's thinking about his first love and how she influenced him to choose this path. He still cannot believe that she's not with him anymore. Maybe after this suicide mission, he'll see her again.

8. Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

WOLF LIKE ME, dilf!hayden x baby sitter,fem!reader

[ smut ]

The wolf loses the hair but not the vice. Hayden already has had a love story with a nanny, but history always repeats itself. The problem now is that Y/N is not just a random nanny, she's his children's nanny and he definitely can't fall into temptation with her. He knows that Y/N wants him, he can see how her eyes devour him. Now he has to choose what to do, if she's worth it or not.

9. Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU, paul diskant x lawyer,fem!reader

[ smut ]

They cannot stand each other. Y/N thinks that Paul is an arrogant piece of shit who sadly knows how to do his job and Paul is certain that Y/N exists just to ruin his, otherwise, happy life with her sassy remarks. They often are assigned on cases together and the only way to not constantly butt heads is releasing their tension. They cannot stand each other during the daytime, but during the night... that's when they come to play.

10. Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)

CIGARETTES BLUES, jimmy dobyne x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Jimmy smokes, he smokes a lot. Always lits up a cigarette. Every free moment is an opportunity to take a drag on his favorite poison. He smokes during lunchtime, while horse riding, while taking a relaxing bath, and while he's receiving the best blowjob of his life. Did I say cigarettes are his favorite poison? Scratch that, she is.

11 Nick Gant (Push)

12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)

13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)

15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)

16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)

17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)

18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

20 Me (Playing It Cool)

21 Frank Adler (Gifted)

22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

25 Chris Evans (as himself!)

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 5

Summary:  what do you decide to do?

Pairings:  James Mace X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?” 

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

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I know it feels good.”

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

“Yeah?  Yeah, right there?” 

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You there?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy shit!  I can’t think.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You only fuck me.”

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

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

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

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh.  James…fuck…harder!”

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

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

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

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

“Oh.  Oh…I can look?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning, Sunshine.”

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

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

“What are you doing here?” 

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

“You…I thought you…you came back?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

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

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

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

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Peaceful Waves

Story Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: James Mace/Reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: The waves always made him feel peaceful and you knew he made it.

This was written for two challenges! @jtargaryen18′s 30 Days of Chris Challenge and @captain-a-rogerss, @donutloverxo and @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho‘s Captains Weekly Challenge. Prompt for Week 2: “I’m here.”

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Mace doesn’t get enough love and this is NOT canon complaint. This is also not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own! Enjoy! And sorry for missing any tags. Mace lovers, unite!!!

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Waves always made James Mace feel peaceful. Looking back, that was always one of the happiest memories of him. Being by the water, watching the faintest of smiles touch his lips when the waves crashed. He was always level headed, but he rarely smiled. Military upbringing was the excuse he made. So you made sure to never forget the moments when he looked happy. 

Standing on the beach, you slowly looked up from the water toward the sun. The sun was dying before. Was. Now it shined like before, bright and strong. Like he was…You knew the mission had been successful because it was such a beautiful day. And warm…so warm. 

That warmth reminded you of how it felt when his arms were around you. He always said you got cold so easily. You made sure to take one of his sweaters with you wherever you went. And when his scent began to fade, you made sure to get his cologne so you wouldn’t miss it. He probably would have laughed if he knew. 

You must have been standing too close to the water because the breeze caused a few droplets to hit your face. Wait…no. Those were tears. When did you start crying? You thought you were done with that. It had been months. Years. And it’s not like you two had anything special…

The tears didn’t slow as you remembered the day he left. He had been focused on the mission. The world needed to be saved. You never once blamed or resented him for that. Humanity meant more than your feelings. And if you held him back, you wouldn’t be standing by the beautiful ocean.

Besides, you read too deeply into things. You never got a message from him. Not even a goodbye for you. It hurt at first. Some days it still felt raw, like a wound that just wouldn’t heal. There would always be a place in your heart for him and that was why you still hadn’t moved on. It would always be him. 

“You know…seeing the waves soothed me when I was up there.”

“Mace,” you exhaled as you turned around, your feet moving before your mind could process that he was standing in front of you. Falling into his open arms wasn’t your most dignified moment, but it didn’t matter.

“I’m here.”

Having him there brought fresh tears to your eyes. “I’m sorry, Mace. God, I’m such a mess.”

“You’re not a mess. You’re beautiful,” he swore, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“When did you turn into such a sap?” you teased. 

“Maybe I’ve always been a sap,” he smirked. “And…I should have done this a long time ago.”

Feeling his lips against yours didn’t feel like fireworks. Those faded away too quickly. This was a continuous burn. Instead of pulling away, you let yourself get swept up in it. And if it was like getting too close to the sun…at least you’d burn together.

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male names: 

a aaron, abbott, abraham, adam, adrian, aiden, alec, aleksey, alex, archer, atlas, alaric, albany, albus, alexander, alexandre, alexei, alfie, alistair, anakin, andrew, anson, apollo, ariel, arden, ash, asher, ashford, ashley, ashton, atticus, august, augustus, austin, avery. 

b bailey, baker, basil, barrett, bastien, baxter, bear, beau, beckett, behar, bellamy, ben, bennett, bentley, bijou, bishop, blaise, bowen, bowie, braham, bristol, brody, brad, braden, bradford, brandon, braxton, brendan, brennan, brentley, brett, briar, brogan, bronx. 

c cadence, cael, callan, caleb, calum/callum, calvin, cameron, camden/camdyn, carson, carter, casey, cash, caspian, casper, cassidy, cayden, chance, charlie, chase, chester, clayton, colby, colton, connor, cooper, cory, cyrus. 

d daniel, david, dakota, dallas, damian, dane, dayton, daytona, dean, declan, derek, dexter, dieter, dimitri. 

e easton, eli, elias, elijah, elliott, emerson, emery, emmett, emrys,  everett, everley, ezra. 

f fallon, felix, finley, finnick, fitz, fletcher, fox, forrest, francis. 

g gabriel, garrett, gavin, gideon, griffin, graeme, graham, greyson. 

h hamish, harbin, hadley, harper, hartley,harvey, harlow, harry, hayden, henley, henri, holden, hudson, hunter, huxley.

i ian, icarus, ichabod, ira, irwin, isa, isaac, isaiah. 

j jace, jacob, jack, jai, james, jasper, jay, jenner, jensen, jericho, jeremy, jesse, jonah, jonathan, joshua, joseph, jordan, jude, judah, julian, justin. 

k kaden, kai, kaleb, keegan, keefer, keiran, kellen, kian, kingston, knox, kota. 

l lachlan, landon, lake, lawson, lennox, leon, levi, liam, lincoln, lindley, lindsey, louis, lorcan, lucas, lucien. 

m mace, mackenzie, macon, madison, maddox, malachi, malcolm, maverick, miles, milo, marcus, marley, mason, mateo, matthew, maxwell, micah. 

n nathaniel, nevada, nicholas, nico, nixon, noah, nolan, nox, nyle. 

o oliver, oscar, owen, otto, ozias. 

p  pablo, pacey, parker, patrick, porter, presley. 

q quasim, quentin, quinn. 

r radley, rhys, riley, robbie, roman, ronan, rory, roscoe, rowan, ruben, ryan, ryder, ryker, rylan. 

s samson, samuel, saturn, sawyer, scott, sebastian, shawn, shiloh, silas, simon, skipper, skylar, soren, sorley, steven, sutton, sydney. 

t talon, tanner, taylor, tariq, teagan, teddy, theodore, timothy, tobias, travis, tristan, troy. 

u uriel, usain, utah.

v vasco, vernon, vero, vigo, vermont, vitus, vince, vito, vikram, vishnu. 

w walker, warren, wesley, west, weston, whitley, will, winter, wolf, wolfgang, wyatt. 

x xavier. 

y yousef, yanis, yancey, yakim, yakov.

z zachariah, zaden, zain/zane, zavier.

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1

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

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: 🥺

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

Word Count: 3.7K

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

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

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

“Mommy!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom, quiet.”

“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”

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

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

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

“Waffles or pancakes?” 

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

“Maybe we should go back to…”

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

“Mom?  Go, take Cannon with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I get commission for that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?” 

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

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

“I want some coffee, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uncle Bill!  I’m being tortured!”

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

“I can.”

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

“Why?” 

“Because this is a construction zone.”

“Why?” 

“Because we’re building something.”

“Why?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s nine in the morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep it, kid.”

“Mirabelle.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A doll.”

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

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

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

“Why do you say he hates men?” 

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

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

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

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

“That guy?” 

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

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

“You going to pay me?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you wanted a doll?” 

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

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

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

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

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 6

Summary:  Things are easy with Mace

Pairings:  James Mace X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:   6.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My tits that you are obsessed with.”

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

“How about we eat first?”

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

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

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

“What do you want to ask me, Jamesy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

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

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

“If I behave what’s in it for me?”

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

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

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

“Maybe you could show me your microphone?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So we’re doing this again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t scared!  I’m short!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why should I fight him?”

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

“Mirabelle met him first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer my questions.”

“It was James’, yes.  It was nice.”

“You made a mess of your bed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you give it to me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Markers!”

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

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

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

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

“Why would you say that?”

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

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

“You’re not?  So you’re just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 4

Summary:  karaoke night and a late night swim

Pairings:  James Mace X Sunshine

Rating:  Mature

Warnings:  language, microphone talk, shameless flirting, skinny dipping, sucking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  7.9K

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Mirabelle huffs out a dramatic puff of air, looking up at Mace who continues to drink his orange juice he had just bought before doing it again.  And again.  And one more time before he looks down at the little girl, “What’s shakin’, bacon?”

“I’m not bacon, ya know?”

“I am very much aware that you’re not bacon.  But something has got you all upset, so what is it?” Bending his knees, he sits down on the ground to be able to be more on eye level with the tiny child.

Mirabelle looks at the bottle of orange juice, and pours her a tall glass, before gulping down a bit.  Sighing at the taste when she looks at him, “What is a teacher conference?”

“Oh,” he blurts out, looking back at your home where you were finishing up one more client.  “Does your mom have one?” She nods her head, grimacing at what the answer could possibly be.  “Well, your mom is going to talk to your teacher.”

“Could you go instead of mommy?  Mommy gets very angry when it comes to someone talking bad about her kids, she does.  And if Mommy is going to my school, it can’t be good, no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Can you keep a secret?” As soon as Mace nods his head, Mirabelle moves closer to him, whispering in his ear.  “I don’t think my teacher likes me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m different.”

“Why?”

“Hey!” Mirabelle starts to giggle a bit, tapping on Mace’s shoulder, “That is what I say.  Yep, I do that.  I’m different because I don’t have a dad, and there’s something coming up, and a girl in my class said I can’t go, and it’s not fair, it’s not, and…”

“Mirabelle!” You yell, running over to her orange juice stand, and Mace immediately stands up from the ground, dusting off his butt when he nods a hey to you.  “Mirabelle, we’ve got to go to school.”

“Ehh, I don’t really want to, I don’t.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter.  Run and tell Miss Hazel that we’ll be back shortly,” she looks back at Mace quickly, before skipping off to tell Hazel she would be back, and you close up all her bottles of juice, stuffing them in the cooler, and Mace leans over to help.  “I should thank you for entertaining her so much.”

“It’s nothing really.  She’s the one entertaining me,” his hand brushes against your own, and you pull it back quickly.  Standing up to straighten your dress.  “I found a karaoke machine.  The pink microphones should be here tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah…that’s — that’s great.  She’ll love that.”

“And what about you?  Do you even like karaoke or do you just like the microphone in your bedside drawer?”

“For your information, James, that microphone is now hidden, and no longer bedside my bed.  And yes, I love karaoke.  ‘Wannabe’ by Spice Girls is my go to.  And you?  Or are you only interested in my hidden microphone?”

“I don’t know how to answer that question without sounding like an asshole,” he was blushing again.  It makes you feel giddy, and you look down at the ground smiling.  He was thinking about your little toy that Mirabelle couldn’t stop talking about, and you are hoping he was thinking about you using it.  Or even better, him using it on you.  “So this Friday is a good karaoke party night?”

“I think so.  Casey and William are taking the kids to Disney tomorrow.  Mirabelle mentioned something about a Cinderella doll.  And don’t fall for her tricks.  William’s parents get them a season pass every year for Christmas.  And I believe Benning is going to be picked up around eight for stargazing with the Beck’s Friday night.  And…I really need to go James.  Friday night.  I’ll have the pizza and desserts you bring the karaoke machine.”

“And my own microphones,” you give him a smirk before grabbing up the cooler, and going to retrieve Mirabelle for whatever stupid meeting this was.  Waving at Mace, “Or we could always use yours.”

“I’ll see you Friday Mace.”

Mace smacks himself in the head, watching you trot away.  Staring too long at the way your dress swishes around at your hips.  How the top was perfectly fitted to your body, keeping very little away from the imagination.  “We could always use yours?  She’s going to think I want nothing but sex.  My god, I’m an idiot.  Just act like some stupid teenager who can only think with his dick.  So stupid.”

“Mrs. Syverson, Mirabelle seems to be a bit confused about the event that’s coming up,” you look back at your daughter who was playing with some different colored bears.  Organizing them into colors and then sizes before making patterns with them and you turn slowly to look back at Miss Mandy.  

“What event?  I haven’t been sent anything home.”

“It’s a special event we put on each year.  It’s not required.  And there will be other events in which she can participate.”

“Woah Woah, wait.  Why can’t she participate in this?” To your knowledge there was no reason for Mirabelle to be excluded for any reason.  It was only pre-k for crying out loud.

The teacher looks down at her papers, and then back up at you, “It kicks off with Donuts with Dad, and then there’s a short hour-long dance.”

“I see,” you say calmly when inside you were raging.  Tapping your fingers on your legs as you try to steady yourself.  Using every curse word in your mind towards this young woman, but you wanted to hear what more she had to say.

“It’s just after school, it’s not a big deal.  And it’s a privilege anyways, and Mirabelle has pulled a lot of cards, she’s just a bit too much in the classroom, and…”

“Stop right there.  Too much?  What exactly do you mean by too much?”

“It’s a small classroom,” you sweetly smile at her as your fingers start to tap a little bit harder and faster on your leg.  “Mrs. Syverson, what I mean is — she’s too rambunctious.  She’s too talkative, and doesn’t give other kids a chance to answer, and she’s too dramatic at play time, and just overall too much.”

“She’s four.”

“All my students are.”

“She’s four, and you’re punishing her for not having a father.”

“No, I am simply…”

“No, you are.  You don’t want her to participate in Donuts with Dad or this, what I can assume is a dance for the kids and their dads, huh?” The teacher grimaces, but still nods her head.  No wonder Mirabelle seemed a bit uneasy at school.  You only thought that kids were talking about you, and your lack of a husband, but this was worse.

“We did this last month with Muffins with Mom.”

“Yes, were there kids that didn’t get to participate because of a lack of their mother?” Miss Mandy goes silent, and shamefully looks down at the table, refusing to meet your eyes.  “We didn’t ask for her not to have a father.  He didn’t leave, he's gone and never coming back because he passed away, leaving me a widow.  And this is a punishment for her.  Now, she has an incredible uncle that could attend, but of course you didn’t ask about that, did you?  And then you’re telling me that my amazing, beautiful, and creative little girl is too much.  And clearly, she is too much for you.”

“Mrs. Syverson…”

“But she is perfect for me.  I raised her to be expressive, and to ask questions.  I want her to be her, and you and this stupid private center are trying to make her just like every single one of these stupid kids.  I brought my daughter here against my better judgment.  I didn’t want her around a bunch of snobs, and to go to a private center.  And now I see why.  Mirabelle, grab all your things,” she looks up from the bears confused.  “All of it.  Any artwork on the walls, let's get it.”

Mirabelle jumps up, running to her cubby where she starts emptying it out.  “Miss Mandy, I appreciate what you think you have done for my child, but she will no longer be coming.  The woman who acts as her grandmother is more equipped to teach her to be an individual and also life skills.  I have heard her mention multiple times how she is too much, and you’re right.  She’s too much of a hassle to be here.  Now, I need you to help her find all her things.”

“Mrs. Syverson, I apologize.  This…this isn’t what we wanted here.”

“No, you did.  You wanted something in not allowing a four year old to be her age, and not allowing a child that has never had a father to participate in this thing that includes dads.  You can’t tell me she’s the only one?”

“She…she is.”

“I want her stuff, now,” you didn’t care.  Did not care what this woman had to say to you or about your child anymore.  Your baby would not continue to be put on a back burner because of things out of anyone’s control.  This center better be glad that Sy was no longer alive because he would not have been as kind.

“Mommy, I really like those bears.”

“We’ll get you some,” you stoically tell her, trying to hold back the angry tears that were forming in your eyes.  Casey would know what those silly little bears were.  You didn’t know how you could make sure that Mirabelle got adequate learning time, but you would make it happen.  No more would your money go to this stupid private center and their stupid private teachers.  

“I think that’s all,” Miss Mandy hands you a bag of a few things, and you lean over to pick Mirabelle up in your arms.  Giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek, and she giggles, hugging up against you.  “I really wish you would reconsider.”

“I really wish you would have given me another option.  My child is my priority.  And sometimes you make difficult decisions to protect them, and give them the best.  I also really wish you would have talked to me before deciding she was too much.  Because to me, she’s perfect,” you give her curt nod, and walk out the door, and back towards the car.  

Driving silently home while Mirabelle sings some children’s song at the top of her lungs.  Her bright eyes looking out the window the entire time, and you weren’t even sure if she understood what had transpired.  That she would not be going to school anymore, or interacting with kids her own age.

“We’re home, baby.  Why don’t you run to Miss Hazel’s and Harley’s for lunch?”

“Okay, Mommy.  Love you.  You coming?” You shake your head no, but she leans over the seat, giving you a smushed kiss before jumping out of the car.  As soon as the door closes to their house you let out blood curdling scream, and hit at your steering wheel.

You should have known.  When your daughter was acting extra needy, and the comment of too much was mentioned.  When Mirabelle was asking more questions about Sy, you should have figured.  You had dropped the ball and it was your fault.  You failed her.

“Hey, hey,” Mace screams from the side of the car, motioning you to roll your window down, and you shake your head no.  “I just heard you scream all the way from the site.  Will asked me to check in on you.  Is everything…how did the meeting go?”

“She doesn’t have a dad,” you answer blankly, still looking out at the grove.

“I don’t understand,” you look over towards Mace, and get even more frustrated.  He was too cute, and too young to ever need your baggage.  You never thought of your kids as baggage, but the three of you were a package deal.  Anyone who dated you would eventually not just be dating you, but your kids.

“She wasn’t allowed to go their stupid damn father dance, or donuts with dads or whatever stupid shit they had.  And she’s too much.”

“Can you roll the window down?” Mace asks, but when you shake your head again, he walks to the other side of the car, and jumps into the passenger seat.  “There, now you don’t have to scream.  Who said she’s too much?”

“Her teacher.  And I should have known when Mirabelle’s behavior was acting off that there was more to it.  It is my job to advocate for my children, and I didn’t see that she had something going on.  That she gets a penalty for her father dying.  It’s not…”

“Her teacher sounds like a bitch,” you try not to laugh, wiping away your aggravated tears.  But turning to look at Mace, and he looks every bit of a concerned father and husband trying to make you feel better.  “Mirabelle is perfect.  I’ve never met a four year old who can hustle grown men out of money.  Carry on conversations, pour orange juice, and run a small business.  Maybe this teacher is threatened by Mirabelle being an entrepreneur.  She feels inferior to her.”

“What about her not having a dad?”

“That teacher is also an idiot and probably hasn’t lost anyone close to her.  You don’t understand death until it happens to you.  And Mirabelle doesn’t act like normal children because she didn’t lose her father.  You and Benning did.  Mirabelle hasn’t known anything different.  And quit blaming yourself.  You heard what that bitch had to say, and you took action, yeah?”

“I pulled her from the school, and now I have to find these tiny little bears that are different colors because she loves them.”

“Manipulative toys,” you look over at Mace with a blank face.  Blinking your eyes slowly.  He was constantly surprising you, “I volunteered with my aunt who was a pre-k teacher.  Those toys teach grouping, patterns, but also they’re teaching their small little fingers to grasp them.  I’m sure those tiny little bears are easy to find on Amazon.  I could…I don’t know — help you set up a learning area in your house.  It’d take a couple hundred bucks, but she could have just as nice of an area as her pre-k does.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?  You don’t even know me.”

Mace shrugs, looking out at the grove.  He didn’t understand it either.  But he felt a pull towards you.  A need to protect that little girl, and help her to not change who she was at all.  “Look at it as being nice to her.  You’re doing a good job,” he whispers, causing you to finally smile as he turns to look at you.  “You’re just a bonus.”

“You’re using me to spend more time with my daughter?”

“Not in a creepy way.  You just…it’s not just Mirabelle,” he exhales deeply, wanting nothing more than to look at you, and pretend that this was a normal set up, but it wasn’t. And you were not like the other girls and falling for anything.  Because you were a woman.

“James, I don’t know what your goal is, but you have thoroughly impressed me, and that doesn’t happen.  I find myself wanting to be open with you, and I like spending time with you, and I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?”

“Too many people could get hurt.  Two of them have been hurt enough.”

“And what if I understand that, and I don’t want to hurt any of you?” You lurch back into an upright sitting position.  Unaware that the two of you had steadily been getting closer.  That you had enjoyed his warmth too much, and needed to be right in his close vicinity.  Could even smell the sawdust and sweat on him.

“So I’ll see you Friday night?” You ask, opening up your door.  “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a client in less than five minutes, and when she’s done I’ve got to start dinner.”

“Yes, Friday night.  I’ll see you then.”

“What time is Beck coming to pick you up now?” Benning shrugs his shoulders, finishing up his chore for the night, the kitchen.  “You sure you don’t want to stay?”

“Yes!  Yeah, bubba, can you stay?  Pretty pretty please?  We will have fun, we will.  And you and I can sing our song together.  You’re Flynn, and I’m Rapunzel.  I almost know all the words, I do.  I can’t really read so karaoke won’t help.  But will you please stay?  You can meet my friend,” you pause in the kitchen.  Halting whatever you’re doing to listen in on them.  Wondering how Benning was going to react to the fact that Mace would be here.

Benning was not an easy egg to crack, even more so if a man was involved.  Mirabelle still is incessant on her brother staying.  Even just for a few slices of pizza, and one song.  “This is that guy that works with Will?”

“Yes, he works with Uncle Bill.  And he buys lots of orange juice, he does.  He took your place at the movies, he did.  He even bought an extra big container of popcorn with extra butter.  And slushies,” rounding the corner, Benning’s mouth drops open as he looks at you.  “And he said we can go again.  And he watched that racing movie with us, he did.  And bubba!  He knows about the stars!  He has a kit to build a telescope, yep, he does.”

“What…well, why didn’t no one tell me?”

Giving him a quick kiss to his forehead, you ruffle his hair.  Smiling at him when you lean against the counter, “Mom, I wanted to see that movie.  And…”

“And you argued and said you wanted to stay with Trevor more,” Mirabelle gives him a devious smile as she nods her head.  Walking over to you to be picked up.  “I told you that our lives are not going to be put on hold while we just wait on you.  Mirabelle still wanted to go to the movies, and her friend decided to join us.”

“Well…I had fun at Trevor’s.  He’s got…never mind,” if there wasn’t a knock on the door, you would further question him.  Your oldest baby was dealing with some things, and you wanted, no need, an open dialogue with him.

“Coming,” you carry your daughter who was almost nuzzled on your chest to the door, smiling when Mace was there with a box for the karaoke machine, and even two additional pink microphones in a bag.  

“Ahh!  You are here.  You can meet my bubba.  Benny!  Benny, this is my friend Mace.  He bought orange juice and taught me to use a calculator.  I’m getting better, huh?  He’s brought us a karaoke machine.  Mommy ordered some pizza, she did.  And Benning may sing our song with me.”

“Hey, Benning.  Like Fort Benning?” Mace sits down the box, extending a hand out to your son, and shockingly he takes it to Mace’s hand in his own.  Giving him a powerful shake, something that his father had taught him.

“Yeah, my dad picked it out.  Mom never could say no to the names he chose.  You’ve…you’ve got tags.”

“Uh, they’re my brother’s.  Can I come in?  I’ll set everything up.”

“Of course.  There’s the tv.  Do you need anything?  A drink of water or anything?” You ask, motioning him into the house.  Watching for too long as he moves to the tv, and looks around the edge, until he finds what he was looking for.

“I’ll take Benning’s help with hooking this up.  But other than that, no.  I smell something delicious though.  Smells like…is that orange cake?” Scrunching up her nose, Mirabelle nods her head, and wiggles out of your arms.  Declaring she needed to change and you head back into the kitchen to finish glazing the cake.  Leaving Mace to stare after you a moment before he starts to open the box.

Benning watches the man curiously.  Looking back into the kitchen where you were, and then back to Mace.  “You were checking her out.”

“No.  Just didn’t want her to see you be the main one to hook everything.  Grab those cords, will ya?”

Benning being a bit older isn’t quite as angry with men that walk into your life.  But still didn’t fully trust this man.  But he listens to what he says.  Handing him the cords, and stares at him.  “Did I do something wrong?”

“You want to build a telescope?”

“I want to build another telescope,” he says nonchalantly, hooking the few cords into the tv.  “You like space?”

“Yeah, Trevor’s dad works at Cape Canaveral.  He knows all about space.  He’s been up in space have you?”

“No, I don’t like small spaces.  The remote?” Benning hands the remove over to Mace, and watches him look back into the kitchen at you.  “There.  It works.”

“So you met Mirabelle through mom?”

“No, flip that around.  Met your sister because she was selling orange juice.  And met your mom because I wanted to have another marmalade sandwich,” he smiles, looking through his phone at the the plethora of karaoke songs that were online.  

“It tastes better on waffles,” Benning mutters, flopping down onto the couch.

“I’ll try that then.  Only tried the sandwiches.  They’re not bad.  I mean it’s basically pure sugar.  But they’re tasty,” another look into the kitchen, but this time it was lingering.  Thankful that it was sundress season, and you loved showing off your chest.  Because seeing you lean over the table and your tits almost spill out makes Mace completely numb.

“You’re checking her out.”

“Am not,” he argues, but his eyes still linger on your body.  Tracing the outline of your curves when Benning clears his throat.

Benning rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the table, “Yeah, you are.  Trevor and his dad do it all the time.  It’s because she can’t put her boobs up.”

“You like them checking her out?”

“I like when they don’t make it so obvious like you’re doing.  They’re just boobs.  So are you here for her or my sister?  Because I can be a pain in the ass when I want to be.  I mean…butt.  I didn’t say that.”

“You like giving your mom a hard time?” Mace asks, sitting in the opposite chair.  Benning even notes how it had a clear view into the kitchen.  Mace couldn’t hide his attraction even if he wanted to.  You were perfect.  In a zone putting the kitchen in order.  Laying out all the snacks and desserts, and still that dress frames you perfectly.

“I don’t want my mom to replace my dad.  She only just started dressing like that.  I don’t need a step dad.  We get by just fine now.  Where did you even come from?” He stares over at Mace, giving his foot a knock.  “Stop looking.”

Mace chuckles, turning to look at Benning, “I was only joking that time.  People are going to look.  She’s a beautiful woman.  And I work with your uncle.”

“Uncle Bill is coming tonight, too, bub,” Benning groans when his sister jumps in his lap.  “Do you like my outfit?”

“I could barely see it.  You just jumped on me for no reason.”

“I think you look beautiful, princess,” when Mirabelle’s face lights up as she smiles at Mace, Benning gulps.  He hadn’t seen his sister smile like that in such a long time.  Almost feeling regretful for his behavior being one of the reasons why.  “So you’re going to Disney tomorrow?”

“Uh huh, and Uncle Bill is going to pick Benny up from Trevor’s.  We’re going to Animal Kingdom and Uncle Bill said I could get a Dole whip, he did.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me Uncle Bill, Mirror,” jumping off her brother, she runs into William’s arms, playing with his beard for a moment.  “How’s it going, Mace?  You bought this little turd a karaoke machine.  I’m sure her mom and brother are going to be so happy hearing her sing songs at the top of her lungs.”

“I’m going to help with the food,” Casey steps past her husband, carrying a stack of pizza boxes when she walks into the kitchen, getting right up at your side, “That man is cute.”

“Yeah, he’s a baby, too.  If it wasn’t for the baby, he wouldn’t be here,” Casey looks back into the living room as William sits down beside Benning still holding onto Mirabelle, when he messes with Benning’s hair, and she crawls over the couch to Mace.  Smiling sweetly up at him, and he was back to looking in the kitchen.  Again.  Until he spots Casey.  

“How long has he been looking in here?”

“What?” You glance back to Mace, and he shyly looks away again.  “It’s nothing.”

“Your tits are hanging out.  He’s checking you out, and you’re about to be kid free.  Have some fun for once.  When was the last time you had a man hold you?  Don’t answer that.  I know.  Long before Sy died.  It’s okay to move on.”

“He’s a kid.  He was literally a child when I had Benning.”

“He is a man now.  There is nothing on him that is a child.  And…he asks Will about you,” you flick your head over towards Casey.  She was lying.  There was no way that this man was talking to your brother in law about you.  Absolutely none.

“No he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does.  He took you and Mirabelle to the movies,” rolling your eyes, you grab out the paper plates, and look back to the living room.  If Mace wasn’t talking to everyone in there he was looking up at you, and then quickly away.  “He’s good with her.”

“She loves everyone.”

“But he’s good with her.  I’m not talking about her.  And Grumpy pants isn’t fussing you out.  How did he pull that off?”

“The stars.  Mace apparently has a telescope.  And Beck is picking him up, and you’re getting him in the morning?”

“Do not try to change the subject.  Because you’re getting some tonight, and in the morning,” she winks.  Casey was the little sister you never had.  Annoying sometimes, but even just the tiniest blessing for you to move on meant a lot.  “Babe, just let things happen.  And now let's sing with the non vibrating microphone.”

“She told you, too,” you deadpan.  You seriously underestimated your own child, and the ease at which she embarrassed you.

“She told Will at work the other day.  To say that he was shocked is an understatement.  He is quite fond of the vibrating microphone as well.  Now if only we can get something to stick, and I have a little Bill.  Come on, this cute man can not hide his infatuation, and I heard Benning laugh.  And it wasn’t at Will.”

Mirabelle of course was first up with Benning.  Wanting to get the song over with before he left, and Mace leans over to ask you if he could get something to drink.  While you didn’t want to miss your children singing their hearts out, you couldn’t let the man fend for himself, and join him, constantly looking at the two of them, and the way that your baby was staring up at your biggest baby with the sweetest smile.  

“Oh,” you laugh, running into Mace.  Unsure if it was an accident or one of you was doing it on purpose.  “Stay there, let me get you a cup of ice, and you get what you want.  Thank you for this.  And whatever it is you did to make Benning not be so hateful.  His dad’s death has taken its toll on him.”

“I’ve been there.  Losing someone close to you at a young age isn’t easy.  He was a big man.”

“Sy?  Yeah, he was captain.  He…he was taller than he appears in photos.”

“You like the big buff guys?”

“Sy was the only one,” while it was brief, you do catch him looking at his own arms.  Mace had nothing to be ashamed of.  While not quite as thick as Sy, Mace was still big in his own way.  “Sy was literally the only one.  I don’t really have a type because he was it.”

“No shit?”

“Shit.  Just him.”

“You…just the one guy?  Seriously?” Nodding your head, you stare at your children again.  Even for the few minutes of the song they were getting along.  Both smiling when William joins in with their singing, and looks up at Casey with a smile.  Rubbing his hand over her belly.  They wanted a baby so bad, and always volunteered to have your children to get in some practice.

“I didn’t know that people did that.  So you never…I mean, he’s been gone for a while.”

“I wasn’t ready.  No one was ever interested in me.  And I look at them, and I know that someone is going to view them as something they have to deal with, and it’s not worth it.  Not for something serious.  They’re not just looked at as something that some man has to just get over because they don’t go to a dad’s every other weekend.  Whoever dates me gets them, and I don’t…it’s a lot to ask, and I don’t want to go too deep if some man doesn’t realize that.  Drinks are in the fridge, Mace,” Benning gives you a hard stare when the song is over, noticing how you were still with this new man.  

“Make yourself at home.  Just don’t get too comfortable,” it had double meaning.  Mace isn’t sure how to take it.  You give a little and take it back just as quickly.  It was confusing to him.  It wasn’t exactly games, but it wasn’t the most inviting thing in the world.  You let him know that the kids were a priority, as they should be.  But also in not so many words said that you always chose them.  

“Mom?” Benning grabs your hand before you get a chance to sit, pulling you into his room.  Pacing his floor before sitting on the bed beside you.  “Who is that man?”

“Someone who works with Will, why?”

“Why is he here?” He looks like he did four years ago when he was trying to process his father’s death.  How he wanted you at his side while he rattled off question after question.  Unsure of how to process such big emotions.  No one had ever thought that his hero would pass away.

“Mirabelle invited him.  She’s very fond of him.  That’s who has taught her to use a calculator.”

“But…who is he to you?  Are you dating him and you’re bringing him here to see how we interact with him?” You shake your head no, sitting on his bed, while he thinks of another question.  He didn’t dislike Mace.  It was disliking a man that was trying to be his dad.  “I don’t want another one.”

“Another one?”

“A dad.  I’m fine.  We’re fine.”

“Yes, we’re fine.  But I already told you, I don’t want to be alone forever.  If I ever date, when it’s an appropriate time I will introduce you.  But I’m not dating him.  I’ve met him a few times.  He’s friends with Will, and works with him.  He adores your sister.  And she just recently quit school, and so she doesn’t become a delinquent. I need all the help I can get.  Four years old and quitting school already.”

“Mom, be serious.”

“I am.  It’s a hard knock life.  And I just don’t know what I’m going to do with her.  And, babe, can you just trust me?”

“I don’t trust him.  I don’t want someone else in our lives.  We are fine.”

“And if that man wants to come here and have you help him with a telescope, is that okay?” While he just shrugs, he was getting excited about not having to leave to build a telescope.  “You said the back porch would be perfect to put a telescope on.  But can we just take each day one day at a time?  You’re eleven and thinking too hard.  You’re angry at something beyond your control, and you were having fun with sissy.  Can we not just have fun anymore, and when you have questions can we do this?  Just talk.  Because you’re too old to be having temper tantrums.”

“You promise you’re not dating him?”

“Promise.  If I was dating him, you wouldn’t have met him yet.  However, Mirabelle is a different story.  I can’t stop her from hanging out with James.  Especially now that she’s a pre-k drop out.  Now, can you and I sing a song together?”

“I guess.  Just no weird stuff, okay?”

“Weird stuff.  Boy, I am your mother.  I can be weird all I want to.  It sounds like some Disney karaoke tonight.  So let’s do that song from A Goofy Movie,” just like when he was real small, he grabs your hand.  Looking more like Sy than he ever had.  There was still that sweetness in him.  

The two of you flinch and yelp when a family photo falls face first down on his dresser.  And you grab your chest as you stare at the back side of that frame on his dresser.  “That’s been doing that a lot lately.  I think I need a new frame.”

“Right.  We’ll get you a new frame,” you whisper as he sits it back up.  A smiling photo of you and Sy holding a toddler Benning.  “I’ll get one tomorrow while you’re at Disney,” you were making crazy scenarios up in your head.  Sy was only a photo.  He wasn’t interfering in your life anymore.  He was gone, and all you had left were the best parts of him.  His children.

“So you be extra good for Uncle Bill, okay?” You sweetly tell Mirabelle as you squeeze her tight, getting a little stare down from William himself.  “Stay with him and Aunt Casey.  Keep up with Bubba.  Don’t gorge yourself on Dole whips, and…”

“Have fun,” she cheerfully answers, giving you the biggest kiss on your cheek.  “You going to be okay by yourself?” She asks, looking over to Mace who had just finished putting up the machine, and was walking to the door.  

“Yes, baby.  Mommy is going to be okay.  She’s going to clean up the house, and wash all your thousands of clothes,” she gives you a little growl, and you tickle at her side.  “I know, you’re a fashionista and you need to have lots of outfits.  Just be good, and Casey, Will, they have sunscreen and hats in her backpack.  Along with some cash.  Mirabelle can’t spend it all, and I put in their water bottles, and a popcorn carrier.”

“Yes, yes.  We got it, you packed their entire life in the backpacks.  Magic bands in there?” Giving Mirabelle another quick hug, you nod to your sister in law.  “Benning gets picked up at the Beck’s at nine?”

“Yep.  And other than that, have fun,” you bid everyone farewell, and turn to look at Mace who was just standing there confused.  “So?”

“You want me to leave?”

“It’s up to you.  I’m going to clean up my kitchen, and then do what I do every time that they take my babies for a night,” Mace follows you in the kitchen, breaking down pizza boxes, while you pack up the leftover snacks, and stuff dishes into the dishwasher.

“What’s that?”

“I sit on the dock at the river, just me and the moon, stars, and water.”

“Would you want company?” Your only answer is walking to the front door, waiting for him to leave as you lock everything up, and walk through the grove with him right by your side.  “How often do they get the kids?”

“A fair amount.  I go to Disney with them as well, but Casey and Will love Disney.  Plus, it gives them what they all want,” looking over at you, he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly pick an orange, starting to peel it.  “Casey and Will get to experience children, and Benning and Mirabelle get to pretend they’re normal kids for a few hours.”

“What’s normal?”

“A mother and a father,” you offer up an orange wedge to Mace, shrugging.  “Don’t feel sorry for us.  We’re surviving.”

“I don’t pity you guys.  Mirabelle is the most adorable child I’ve ever met, and Benning isn’t as bad as I had made myself believe.”

Once you get to the dock, you look out at the mirrored water before sliding off your shoes.  Gathering up your dress, you sit at the edge, letting your feet dangle in the water.  Slowly eating at the orange while you look at the distance.  There was something so beautiful about being out here.  Any time of the day.  It was calm and peaceful.  Away from everything, and the noise.  

“Yeah, well, you’re not looked at as a threat to him.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think he saw Will as a threat because he had some interest in the beginning.  He bucked hard with him.  You have a similar interest with space, so right now he tolerates you, but you’re not…well, ya know.”

“I don’t know,” looking up at him, he smirks.  Giving your side a little tap with his foot.  “What is it?”

“You’re not trying to get with me.”

“Am I not?” His fingers wiggle around by his side, and he looks back through the grove, nothing but orange trees, and far in the distance was the houses, and store.  He looks back towards the water before grabbing at his shirt, and pulls it off his body

“What are you doing?” You ask, and he slips off his shoes, and shimmies his pants down.  You want to look, but instead you look at the moon on the water.  Tried to ignore the extra falling of what had to be his underwear before, he jumps in front of you, and there is nothing but rippling water.  “I’m not coming in after you if you drown!”

He comes up to the top of the water, and swims over to the edge of the dock.  Holding up his hands to let trickles of water drip down your skin, “Get in.  It feels great.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t even know me, and I don’t have anything to…”

“I have on nothing.  This is just swimming in the moonlight.  Look, you can’t even tell I’m naked, the water is so dark.  Get in.  Are you chicken?”

“No.  I just don’t…”

“What are you afraid of?” His mouth dips under the water, but his eyes are squinting with a devilish smirk. Continuing to goad you into the water.  The barely there lines are apparent at the corner of his eyes.  “Come on.  Don’t tell me that Sunshine is afraid of the moonlight.  What have you got to lose?”

Biting at your lip, you look down at him in the water.  Head bobbing above the inky black liquid, and you just couldn’t help it.  Going to stand up, you take a deep breath, “Turn around,” waiting until he is fully turned around before you slip off your dress.  Your finger toys at the elastic of your panties before taking them off along with your bra, and jumping in beside him.

“You lied!” You scream, coming up to the surface.  “It’s cold.”

“It is not,” he giggles, swimming a bit closer to you.

“It’s freezing!”

“Shh, take a deep breath.  The water is fine.  Look out at the edge now.  This is a better seat than the dock.  A bit more freeing, too,” his arms splay out, but still still he was too far away to touch you.

“I guess,” you breathe in deeply.  He was completely nude, and only a couple feet away.  Constantly making his way closer to you.  His eyes randomly turn towards the side to look at you, and you want to curse your breasts for being so large.  The bottom of the river was too far away, and you wanted to wrap your arms around yourself, but then you would sink.

“You, okay?” He asks, with a grin.  He can see your predicament.  Gets a clear view of your nipples every time you bob up from the surface.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you scared?”

“Well, most people know it’s not the brightest idea to swim in open water in Florida.  Especially at night.”

“Why’s that?”

“Alligators,” the smile that was on Mace fades quickly, but now it’s your turn to giggle.  “Are you scared now?”

“I mean, the idea of getting a leg or arm bit off from an alligator does not sound appealing.”

“Poor, baby,” his eyebrow perks up, and he turns his body to look at you straight on.  Not even trying to hide his eyes that were nervously flicking down to your chest..  Inching his way ever closer, “You poor, sweet thing.  Scared of a little gator.”

“You were the one that was scared to go swimming.  I jumped right in,” if he wanted to, he could reach out and touch you.  And his eyes were struggling to look you in the face.  Constantly drifting down your front, and you take a gander yourself.  Complimenting yourself at how good they looked floating in the water.  Your nipples hard and so obvious in the silver moonlight.  “I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“I'm a guy.  And they’re right there.  I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my tits, huh?  You’re not the first man that’s looked at them.”

“Are you giving me permission to look?” Your breath catches in your throat as he fully closes the gap, pressing his body against yours, and wrapping his arms around you.  “Tell me to stop?”

“What did you mean earlier?  When I said you weren’t trying to get with me?”

Leaning forward he gives you the sweetest chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back, his eyes only on yours now as they flit around your face.  You need a chance to look at his eyes in the daylight because even now they were stunning.  He is practically pouting at you as his hand slides down your back, and you gulp.  

“You know what I mean.  Have I not made it obvious?”

“I want you to say it out loud.”

“I’m interested.  And I’m,” his eyes drift down for just a moment, and then they flick back up, “I’m definitely trying to get with you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“You’re…you’re young, and I have kids.  And while they may not be a part of this earlier on, if a relationship is to go further…they’re part of the equation.  They’re always there, and always mine.  And…you…you don’t — don’t need that in your life.  You could find anyone that…that doesn’t — my kids are wanted.  They’re my number one priority, and I can’t…I can’t always put you first, and,” Mace slowly slots his lips against yours.  Smiling in the kiss, until you return it.  

Your hands move around his neck slowly, until gripping the back of his head, holding him closer to you.  His tongue traces over your lips before you grant him access, and revel at the taste of him.  Your body goes completely numb as heat rushes through your limbs, and your core tingles at the need to feel him.

Pulling away from him, you gasp.  Inhaling so deeply that you start to go dizzy.  Eyes wide and staring up at the moon while he kisses down your neck.  Nipping at the sensitive column you try to talk him out of wanting anything romantic with you.  

“I just can’t…they’re always going to be in my life and…they’re my everything.  My — my babies, and…Oh!” A pornographic moan releases from your lips when Mace kisses down your chest, pushing you far enough away to where his tongue was flicking on your swollen nipple.  

Electricity flows through your veins as you watch him sink over your pebbled peak.  Eyes big and round looking up at you.  His mouth a mixture of sucking, and that tongue still flicking on you.  You are panting down at him when he pulls off you with a pop.  Leaving your nipple more engorged than before and he plants himself over the other.  

Your body naturally reacts to the feeling and you start grinding over his abs.  Mace is moaning just as much as you.  “We should stop,” you whisper out, and Mace immediately lets you go, and floats further away.  You have never hated yourself more than at this moment.  

And before you can even think twice about it you swim to the edge of the dock, and haul yourself up.  Letting him see you in your full glory.  Show him the body of a mother.  Hips a bit wider, skin that had been stretched and a belly that had carried two humans.  Thighs thicker, and you were a bit softer than some.  But anything that would help deter him from the path he was wanting to go.  If he wanted you, he got everything.  Every part of you and your family.

Mace hops out as well, grinning when you look down at his hard and angry cock.  Glistening with the river, and yet, he didn’t complain about how he needed this.  Sy was your first and only love, and you never thought there would come a day when you didn’t have him.  Never considered that you eventually may have to do awkward dating or sex for the first time again.  

And here was this young man who was clearly very turned on by you and your mother’s body.  Was still looking at your nipples protruding from your dress, and your wet body soaking through the cotton and leaving nothing to the imagination.  He wasn’t forcing anything.  Wasn’t begging.  And it made you want him that much more.  

No words are spoken as the two of you walk back through the grove and to your house.  He doesn’t head to his car, but continues to follow you.  “My phone is still inside,” he simply answers.  His bulge creats an uncomfortable look in his pants.  “I don’t think your kids are a burden.  I think they’re a bonus, and I don’t mean that in a creepy way.”

You are ready for bed, and a long night with your microphone, and then Mace starts off at a low whisper, “I never had a mother.  I want kids, but I doubt myself sometimes, and doubt learning how a woman mothers.  I don’t have to wonder with you, I see it.  So no matter what this is…if this is all it is…it was worth it.”

He starts backing up to the front door, still looking at you.  Giving you just the smallest opportunity to change your mind.  Maybe even confirm anything, but its pure lustful static.  The only thoughts running through your head was the way that his meaty hands felt on your skin.  The way he was sucking on your neglected nipples, and body.  His eyes beaming up at you.  It was complete bliss.  He hadn’t even been inside of you.

“James…”

“Yes?”

“I…I don’t do this.  Ever.”

“What’re we doing then?” Blank.  Your mind is just blank.  Scared to say it out loud, and even more scared for him to leave.  But everything is just blank.  Fiery hot, passion filled blank.

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Victim of the Circumstance Masterlist

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

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

A/N: this fic will have the loss of a spouse, single mom, small town talk, age gap, a preteen with anger issues, and learning to love again. Minors DNI.