#james mace x fem!reader
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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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“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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Ngl,
I always got the feeling Mace never got laid enough and that’s one of the reasons he was so moody (also the fact he was RIGHT about the change of course being a bad idea and EVERYONE fucking ignored him). Methinks maybe the Icarus II crew decides to take matters into their own hands and either do a bit of fluffy matchmaking between Mace and the sunshiney optimist reader or maybe Y/N confronts him about his mean behaviour and he shows her how ‘mean’ he can really be… and suddenly Mace is walking around like the cat that got the cream and Y/N is… well, the cream.
he was very right 🫡 he deserved better 🫡🫡
🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
this !! this is the sunshine romance i want 😫 moody grump!Mace picks fights with everyone, physically fights with Capa and throws a damn fit when someone disagrees with him. the whole crew find it very irritating and even considers quarantining him just to have some calm, but then they notice how he's quiet, relaxed, bearable, and maybe even a little happy when you're around (which isn't that often bc you're usually in the lab, messing with equations or helping Cora with the garden). and ofc, for the sanity of the team, they play match-maker 🫢 let's combine those ideas:
"Y'know... you could be nicer to Capa, he's a good guy."
Mace finished the last of his dinner, gathering your plate and walking to the sink.
"You're a good guy too," You add, fearful you might have overstepped already. You liked Mace a lot, enough that you get butterflies whenever he's around. "I know it seems lonely and different out here, but we only have each other."
"I know, I know." He exhales, muscles tense under his shirt, "I think I'm just really frustrated."
"Um, I'm sure you could get some private time in the gym and work out all that tension."
Mace snorts, turning around and leaning on the counter. His built arms cross over his chest and his sleeve strains over his bicep, exposing a peek of his tattoo. "The kind of frustration I have can't be relieved alone."
It takes a few moments for you to understand, and when you do, your eyes widen. "Oh! That's—That's, um..." Heat washes over your body, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"
"You do that a lot."
Gnawing on your lip, you twiddle your fingers. "Do what?"
"Apologize when you shouldn't." Mace returns to the table, this time right next to you instead of across. "You're the softest out of all of us. The optimist, the caregiver, the friend, whenever one of us needs someone to lean on or vent to, you're there."
He hesitantly reaches out, grasping your chin to turn you to face him. You look so nervous, like a sudden noise could send you into hiding. Soft, yeah, you're really soft.
"You must be so tired, huh? Taking care of everyone else and forgetting about yourself." His thumb gently tugs your bottom lip, releasing it from between your teeth, "I could take care of you, sunshine. You just gotta say the word."
uhm... sweet daddy!mace anyone ?? 😪😪 he'd be so protective over you, he'd make sure you're eating and staying hydrated, getting lots of sleep and staying away from work on particularly tough days bc you get overwhelmed sometimes 🥺 space was isolating and lonely and you had a mission to complete. it felt like the pressure was never-ending, but Mace is always there to take the weight off your shoulders, make you forget about all those worries and just breathe 🥺🥺
#underrated daddy party#james mace#mace#sonny drabbles#mace loving hours#james mace x reader#james mace fanfiction#james mace fanfic#james mace x fem!reader#james mace x female reader#james mace fluff#mace x reader#mace fanfic#mace fanfiction#mace fluff#sunshine
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Stardust Reblog Challenge September 2022 Masterlist
Challenge by @natrace | dividers by @firefly-graphics
These are all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend in September
The aim of this challenge is to support writers on tumblr by reblogging their work with comments ♥️ I would encourage everyone to join this challenge and to show all these amazing authors love by reading and sharing their work
Please read the warnings for each individual fic
🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧- angst | 😈 - dark
Bucky Barnes
💧💗 Poet Laureate (series) by @real-jane
💗💧🔥 Is it a crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool
🔥 A Taste of Submission by @jobean12-blog
💧💗 A Kingly Gift by @/jobean12-blog
💧💗 Happily Ever After by @/jobean12-blog
💧🔥 Owned by @/jobean12-blog
💗 A ‘Big’ Night by @/jobean12-blog
💧💗 Scar Tissue by @fandoms-writings
💗 Why Do You Care? by @black-mistress-of-evil
💗 What Makes A Woman by @motsdouxdejanie
🔥 Messy by @buckycuddlebuddy
🔥 Innocent by @/buckycuddlebuddy
🔥 Cream by @/buckycuddlebuddy
💗 Interference by @navybrat817
💧💗 Once Upon a Time by @/navybrat817
💗 The First Time by @bucky-barnes-diaries
💧💗 No One Touches My Girl by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💗 Next-Door Desire by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💧💗 Part of a Family by @onceuponastory
💗 Dancin’ Darlin’ by @tuiccim
💗🔥 Bleeding Bliss by @carrotfantasimp
💗🔥 First Night by @kinanabinks
Steve Rogers
💧 Hide and Seek (mini-series) by @earth616variant
😈🔥 Flesh and Blood by @sophiria
💗 You Go To My Head by @barnesmurdock
🔥 See You Soon by @someawkardblackgirl
💗 Earpiece by @rodrikstark
💗 Gotcha Day by @sweetascanbee
💗 Fries With That by @/sweetascanbee
💧💗 40s!steve rogers x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain
💧 Untitled by @imaginearyparties
💧 Killer by @/imaginearyparties
💧💗 Playing For Keeps by @/tuiccim
💗🔥 Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes
💧 I’m Coming For You by @no-not-without-you-blog
💗 A Whittle More Practice by @mjolnir-steve
Stucky
💧 Lions’s Den (series) by @imaginedreamwrite
🔥 Untitled by @/someawkardblackgirl
💗 Falling for you like the leaves do by @doasyoudesireandlive
Sam Wilson
💗 Good Morning by @fluffyprettykitty
🔥 Rapture by @/fluffyprettykitty
🔥 Dominion by @/fluffyprettykitty
💗 I See You by @lisstothebliss
💗 sam wilson x f!reader by @/rodrikstark
💗 Stuck by @/rodrikstark
💗 Driving by @intrepidacious
Natasha Romanoff
💗 Her Girl by @buckybarnesthehotshot
💧 Girl Crush by @cthulhu-calling
Joaquin Torres
💗 Coffee Run by @/rodrikstark
💗 joaquín torres x gn!reader by @/rodrikstark
🔥💗 “I want you to kiss every inch of my body.” by @/fluffyprettykitty
💗 No Room For Worries by @/fluffyprettykitty
Peter Parker
💗 Pumpkin Patches by @bxcketbarnes
💗🔥💧 Rhinestone Eyes by @geminimoonbeamx
Lloyd Hansen
💗🔥 The Princess and the Lawyer (series) by @universitypenguin | Part One | Part Two
💧💗🔥 You Were The One (series) by @georgiapeach30513
James Mace
💗 Spike by @/rodrikstark
Jake Jensen
💗🔥 Boys in Bed With Books (JJ) by @/jobean12-blog
Ransom Drysdale
💧💗 How Long Will I Love You by @cloudycevans
���� The Five Stages by @littlelioncub43
Ari Levinson
💗 All of Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Lee Bodecker
💗 Lee Bodecker in the fall by @treatbuckywkisses
Multiple Characters
😈🔥 A Taste of Danger by @/onceuponastory [Sierra Six and Nick Fowler]
💗🔥 Period Comfort by @1000night [Steve, Bucky and Sam]
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Haunted Serues 🎃
Okay, so since October is Halloween Month, I have some ideas about monster au with CE and SS Characters.
Poppy
Revenant!Steve&Vampire!Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: Moved in with your two best friends is like some dream came true. BUT things go wrong as the time flies.
Belladonna
Jinn!Ransom&Mare!Steve x fem!reader
Summary: You're not sure why, why did Ransom Drysdale amd Steve Kemp, two of the most famous and handsome men in your campus would invite you to join their camp team.
Calendula
Phantom!Chris Beck&Shade!James Mace x fem!reader
Summary: Your job is connect with those astronauts in the Space Ship. But one day, you received a call from Chase Collins and James Mace—and they are both lost in the Space after the ship exploded.
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Tree’s the Charm - Lumberjack!James Potter x Fem!Reader
WC: 1.1K / navi
Summary: Your kids are eager to get the construction of their new treehouse underway, and your husband is eager to make a mess.
Notes: Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! I’d love to hear what you think of this :) Also not me naming this as a pun about my first fic on this account
"Mason," James chided, one hand reaching behind his back to pry the child off of him, "Y'know you can't mess around when I'm cuttin' stuff."
"But Papa," Mason whined, little legs finally reaching the ground as James lowered his worn sneakers back into the dirt, "I wanna climb the tree!"
"Then climb the tree," You stepped onto the porch, giving your son a stern glance, "But don't use your Papa as a ladder. Just because he's building you one doesn't mean he's a stand-in until it's finished."
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."
"Yes!" The baby in your arms squirmed at her brother's excited outburst, reaching eagerly for the ground as Mason ran excited laps around the tree. You gently lowered Sophie to the ground, letting her little feet rest in the tall, uncut weeds that invaded your quaint grassy garden, keeping one of your fingers in each of her hands as she toddled around the yard.
“Mama,” You heard Mimi’s soft voice from behind you, her hair falling messily over her eyes much like her father’s did, “‘S the treehouse done yet?”
“Does it look finished to you, pumpkin?” James raised an eyebrow at your middle child, one hand still holding a rung of the ladder while the other held the saw, “I think it’s a bit short.”
Mimi giggled at her father’s words, skipping out through the yard and dodging a puppy that came for her ankles, “When can we build the house?”
“When we can get up there,” James reasoned with her, “I’ve gotta put the ladder up there first! Unless you can fly?”
“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!”
Mimi squealed gleefully, her arms spread out like fairy wings as James held her up, weaving her through the air. You crouched down, your hands winding around Sophie’s baby belly and pointing up at the two of them.
“Look Sophie,” You crooned, “Sissy’s flyin’!”
Sophie offered nothing but a coo back to you, a tiny, chubby finger pointed at your husband and your child.
“I know! Sissy’s a little fairy,” You pinched Sophie’s cheeks lightly, helping her pluck a stray dandelion from the grass. She wasn’t sure how to blow it, but she was excellent at shaking it around vigorously and spreading the seeds everywhere, the puffs quickly taken by the wind and blown around your yard.
One blew into Mason’s face, landing perfectly on his nose as he came to a stop from the laps he’d been running. He stared at it, eyes crossed comically to try and focus on the fluff attached to his face. James finally put Mimi down, congratulating the pixie on her fabulous flying efforts, reaching down to brush the fuzz off of Mason’s nose.
“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!”
James let out an astonished chuckle at his son’s bold nature, striding back over to the tree, “Alright, alright, no more playtime then! I’ll finish the ladder soon. But first,” He plucked the sanded piece of wood off of the table, walking over to you and crushing another stray dandelion beneath his boots as he did so, “Y’wanna paint it, Sophie?”
Sophie giggled excitedly at James’s offer, reaching for the plank with her chubby little hands. He held her upright while you fetched a jar of red paint, uncapping it carefully and mourning the soon-to-be-loss of Sophie’s pretty purple dress.
“Alright baby,” You gushed, letting her dip her hands into the paint, “Go!”
She flapped her hands excitedly at your tone, slapping them onto the plank and smearing crimson paint over the wood. You and James cheered her on, only riling her up more and causing more messy strokes across the rung.
“Good job,” James offered the baby a high-five, only realizing his mistake when a red baby-handprint was splattered onto his palm. He laughed incredulously, not bothering to think twice before he ran a hand across the scruff on his face, subsequently smearing the paint there.
“Oh,” You snorted, quickly lifting the baby and offering her to James who fumbled to take her, “Paint Papa’s face, baby! Yeah,” You gushed, watching her excitedly smack his cheeks with her rouge digits, “Get him!”
“Y/N,” James groaned, a smile on his face revealing his true feelings even if he was trying to conceal them, “Why would you do this to me?”
“You did this to yourself,” You gestured accusatorily to his hand, still stained red from the high-five, “I just made it a little bit worse.”
“Little bit,” James hissed teasingly, setting Sophie down in the grass to roam the yard, “Little bit?!” He lunged for you, his painted hand marking up your white apron, his face rubbing incessantly into yours as he smothered you in kisses, “Does that look like a little bit?!”
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.”
“No! No, I won’t stop,” James teased you, face inches away from your own, “Y’need to know how beautiful you are!” He finally leaned in, closing the gap between you two and pressing a searing kiss to your lips, that tasted only faintly of paint.
You lost yourself in his embrace, the feeling of the grass around your ankles and the sun on your skin disappearing for just a moment as you kissed your husband. Then, all too soon, the two of you were separated by a shrill cry from Mason, the sound bringing an exasperated smile to James’s messy face.
“Ew! Gross, you’re kissing!”
#james potter#james potter x reader#lumberjack!james#lumberjack!james potter#lumberjack!james potter x reader#lumberjack!james x reader#lumberjack au#james potter imagine#james potter drabble#james potter headcanon#james potter dialogue#james potter blurb#james potter fanfiction#james potter fanfic#james potter fic#james potter angst#james potter fluff#james potter oneshot#james potter one-shot#james potter one shot#james potter scenario
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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!)
#wiypt25daysofchrismas#writingchallenge#chris evans#jake wyler#ari levinson#ransom drysdale#andy barber#chris evans x reader#colin shea#steve rogers#johnny storm#jake jensen#nick grant#it's christmas
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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
Series Masterlist
“Mommy,” your littlest love runs full force into your bed, her giggly little face squishing up against your back. “Mommy! It’s time to wake up, Benning has got to get to school,” for four years old, and someone that didn’t go to big kid school, she was the mother hen.
“I tried waking him up, but he said he’s waiting on you.”
“I know, baby,” you groan, taking a quick peek at the alarm clock. You had five more minutes to sleep. But that child that was tapping on your back was the best way to wake up.
“Mommy!”
“I’m up. I’m up, baby,” sitting up in the bed, you take a deep yawn, stretching. Your sleepy eyes looking at your angel that required little to no sleep. “You want to grab some orange juice from Miss Hazel and Harley?”
“Harley is asleep,” she crawls onto your bed, and in your lap, giving you the sweetest kisses all over your face. For a child that had never met her father, she acted just like him. “But I can get juice from Hazel, I can. Did you know they’re starting the build today?”
“I did, and I also know that Harley built you an orange juice stand.”
“Really?” She squeals, her hands going into a tight ball and her eyes squish close with how big she was smiling. She shakes her fists around with excitement. Her whole body wiggling around with her movements.
“Yep, so you better go get our juice. I’m going to wake up bubba and make breakfast. Hurry back, okay,” she jumps off the bed, darting to the door and off to the store to bring back some fresh squeezed orange juice while you go wake up your son.
Opening the door to his bedroom, your late husband’s dog lifts his head up from the floor. “I know. He’s getting a new bed soon. It’s not my fault he hit a growth spurt, and grew you right out of the bed. Don’t look at me like that, Cannon.”
“Mom, quiet.”
“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”
“Sissy came in here before the alarm, and now you are,” just like clockwork, both yours and your son’s alarm goes off, and he grabs his phone, turning it off. “Nobody can get any sleep around here. I don’t sleep as well since Cannon can’t fit on the bed, and Mirabelle won’t quit screaming to wake me up.”
“She’s just like your dad. Early riser.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” Mirabelle never got to meet her dad, while Benning remembered everything. Everyday it was a battle of missing him. “Get out, so I can get dressed.”
“Waffles or pancakes?”
“I don’t care. Mirabelle likes waffles best. Just make her happy.”
“Maybe we should go back to…”
“Mom, dad’s been dead for four years. I’m fine,” he didn’t sound fine. The closer it got to his birthday and his dad’s death day, the worse his attitude got. He hated going to a family counselor. Hated talking about something that ‘he couldn’t change’. And all you wanted was your happy boy that got excited to call his dad and talk about the new ultrasound pictures of his sissy.
“Mom? Go, take Cannon with you.”
“Come on, buddy, let’s get you fed, too,” you give your big boy one final look before going into the kitchen. Looking out the window quickly to see your excitable girl telling Hazel about her dream you were sure. Feeding the dog, and packing Benning’s lunch, and starting breakfast all at once.
“Miss Hazel, and then there was unicorns that exploded into butterflies, they did. What are you doing?”
“Squeezing out the orange juice. These are your mom’s favorites, Clementines. I always sneak a couple in there for her. Did you see your orange juice stand?”
“Uh huh,” Mirabelle responds, starting to peel an orange to have as a snack, watching the woman that had changed your life. “Is uncle Bill going to be there,” Hazel taps Mirabelle on the nose, starting to laugh.
“You better quit calling him that. And yes, William is going to be the foreman. Harley put your stand under the oak tree so you get lots of shade. And maybe you can entice those workers over to the store for sorbet.”
“Do I get commission for that?”
“Yes, all the sorbet you can eat. Here,” she hands the little girl her jug of orange juice, and Mirabelle swipes a small jar of marmalade, “I saw that Mirabelle. Are you out already?”
“Yep. I’ve been eating marmalade sandwiches. I’ll be back after breakfast. Benning is very crabby today.”
“I know, angel, William and Casey are coming by for supper. William will talk to him,” William Miller had been a godsend for your family. Was one of the few men that Benning would even open up and talk to. William just got it. Of course, you being married to someone in the military you didn’t, or so your son constantly reminded you of that.
“Okay, I can’t wait to see uncle Bill.”
“You better stop,” Mirabelle gives your landlord a chubby handed wave as she walks back towards your house. Giving you a wave when she spots you looking out the window at her.
Smiling when a full plate of waffle was sitting at her chair, and she hands you the jar of marmalade to open. “Why hasn’t Benning eaten?”
“Bye, mom. Bye, sissy. Sorry, I’m going to be late to the bus stop,” gone were the days of kisses to you and Mirabelle, and a walk out to the bus stop. Independent and not needing you or his sister anymore, so he thought. But you needed him. Needed him to quit growing, and to turn to you when he was missing his dad. His dad was his hero, and now all he had left was his service memorabilia.
“Hey,” you scream at him, handing his dry waffle to him and his lunchbox, “if you would stop laying in bed listening to music, you could have breakfast with us.”
“I’ll just eat this. Sissy, you want to put some marmalade on this?” With the biggest smile on her face, Mirabelle spreads out a layer of the sticky jam, handing it back ot her brother, and he does in fact give her a kiss to her head. “Thanks,” you say his name again, but he walks out the door, leaving his sister to pout, missing him already.
“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?”
“Yeah. I want my Bubba sitting in that chair tomorrow. That’s why I wake him up early. He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”
“That’s because you’re four, and he’s nearly twelve. Here, baby, eat your waffle.”
“I want some coffee, too.”
“Absolutely not. You can settle for orange juice.”
“Miss Hazel put in a couple clementines for you. She said they’re your favorites, she did,” they were your favorite. Adding just the perfect balance of sweet and tangy to it. Miss Hazel knew how to make you happy. It was the little things now. Including that messy smile you daughter was giving you from across the small kitchen table.
Mirabelle squints her eyes as she looks over to the men that were breaking ground on the newer and bigger store. She hasn’t been able to spot her uncle, but there were people everywhere, and not one was looking at her stand. They were clearly hot, it was springtime in Florida. She was hot, and she was drinking her product. How was she ever going to make money or even make commission of the sorbet if they didn’t buy her juice?
Getting fed up with being annoyed, she marches over towards the build, more like skipping because she had a plan. Getting almost there before she’s scooped up. “Let me go! Help! Kidnapper! Stop it! Uncle Bill!”
“Ow,” the man complains when he gets smacked on the head. “Easy kid.”
“Uncle Bill! I’m being tortured!”
“Hey,” the man finally says again, and Mirabelle leans back to look at him. Noting his Miller Construction shirt and she taps on the print, “You can’t be here.”
“I can.”
“No, it’s not safe. No kids allowed.”
“Why?”
“Because this is a construction zone.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re building something.”
“Why?”
The man’s eyes narrow at the little girl, and he finally sets her back down in the dirt, squatting down to get eye to eye with her, “You’re the little orange girl?”
“I’m not orange. See,” she points at her skin, starting to giggle. This man was silly. There were oranges close by. He could tell that she was not the same color as those.
“No, you’re the little girl that Will told us about. That lived in a house beside the grove.”
“Yeah, see,” she points over at the house, and he spots the adorable little orange juice stand. “That’s my house. I live there with my mom, and my brother, Benning. She does nails in there. Sometimes will work in the store instead of Miss Hazel. And that right there,” pointing at her stand, she turns to look at the funny looking man, frowning.
“That is why I am over here. I’ve been there all day.”
“It’s nine in the morning.”
“Exactly. I’ve been there all day, and not one of you has come to get juice. I am saving my money to get a new doll because my poor mom can’t afford to buy me one. Hazel and Harley have her working like Cinderella, and she barely has time for me. And you guys are out here making all this noise, and getting parched, and I have what you need over there, but nobody comes over there.”
“You’re good. You’d make a great car salesman,” the man turns back to look at his crew. It was too early for lunch break, but if this was the child he was told about, he didn’t think Will would be angry that he stopped her from coming onto the site. “Fine, take me to your stand. I will get some orange juice.”
“You will buy some orange juice. This is a business after all, it is,” holding out her hand, he gives it an odd look, before taking it in his own. Letting the girl guide them to her obvious stand. “This juice is made purely from clementines, this one is blood orange, it’s great for vampires, and this one is tangerine juice, and this is what we have every morning navel with four clementines in it. Which would you like?”
She was a character. Big vocabulary for such a small child, “I’ll take your special with navel and clementines.”
“Here you go, mister?” The tiny child hands him a cup of orange juice. Watching his every move to see how he like the drink, while also needing to know what to call him. Her hand goes to her hip, and she juts it out to the side waiting.
“James Mace. Everyone calls me Mace though. Mmm,” he takes a long drink of the juice. Licking his lips after the taste. “This is really good.”
“Has anyone told you that you look like a shaggy dog? Harley and Hazel used to have this shaggy dog. You look like that. How are you ever going to find a wife with hair like that? And this is Florida. You know it's going to get hot. It makes more sense to cut it off. It’s too hot. Summer is almost here, it is.”
“You don’t like my hair?” Making a face of disgust, she fake retches, and she shakes her head no. Mace takes another drink of the concoction before squatting down with her. “You never told me your name.”
“Mirabelle Nova Syverson. My dad gave me the first name. My brother gave me my middle name. I guess my dad gave me my last name, too. But him and mom did agree to Mirabelle. Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”
“Yes, now stop distracting me so I can do that.”
“Okay, tell your friends about me. And also we have the world’s finest orange sorbet in the store. And today’s juice will be one dollar for one cup or three dollars for two cups, Mr. Mace,” Mace chuckles, pulling out his wallet, and rifling through the bills.
“Just Mace. How much money do you lack for your new doll?”
“She’s a really nice doll. She’s going to cost me over one hundred dollars,” Mace gives her a grin, pulling out a twenty. “You're my first customer. I can't make change, and I don’t even know how. That’s big kid math, and I’m four.”
“Keep it, kid.”
“Mirabelle.”
“Keep it, Mirabelle. I’ll be back around lunch, and make sure to bring some people with me.”
“That would be greatly appreciated. Tell Uncle Bill I said hey,” Mace starts to open his mouth explaining how there wasn’t a Bill on the crew, and the little girl points at his shirt. “Uncle Bill. He’s not my real uncle. He married my aunt Casey. Casey is my dad’s little sister. He tried to date my mom at first. Well his parents Hazel and Harley wanted him to. Mom won’t date a military man ever again, no thank you. I will see you in a few minutes Mace.”
“A couple of hours, darlin’!” Mace gives a yell to the little girl who stops her retreating and looks at him. “A couple of hours.”
“Fine, only if you come back tomorrow with better hair. It’s too hot for that much hair.”
“You’ve got a deal. I’ll bring you lots of business, too,” he gives her a nod and she bounces back to the store to help out with Hazel while Mace returns to the build. Already wiping his brow from the heat.
“Mace, this isn’t kindergarten,” William looks at his newest member of the crew, “Where have you been? I told you to follow me.”
“Met your niece. She’s selling orange juice.”
“Ahh, the little princess. My parents let that child rule the grove. Watch her. She’ll talk you out of a lot of money,” Mace chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. Mirabelle was not some ordinary four year old. She was smart. He wouldn’t call it business savvy, but she was something. “What did she use on you? A trip to Disney is her favorite. She likes to use toys and pouts. Oh, one time it was to buy her mom a new car.”
“A doll.”
“You’ve been had by the sweetest little con artist,” Mace turns and looks towards the store, watching the little girl start to stack oranges on a rack. “Don’t take it personally. Kid’s never had a dad.”
“He ran off and left her? What kind of father does that?”
“Easy,” not that it was anyone’s business, but Mirabelle was quick to get attached to men. Craved something that kids in her twice a week pre-k talked about. “Her dad didn’t leave them on purpose. He was deployed, and was killed. Her mother was pregnant with Mirabelle. He never got to meet her. Wait until you meet her son. He remembers his dad. Hates men, and he’s a moody, almost pre-teen.”
“Why do you say he hates men?”
“Their mom and I went on what I thought was a date,” William laughs, shaking his head. “She was under no such impression. Worked out well for Benny because he hated me. Until I married their aunt. Now he tolerates me. I’m not trying to take the place of his dad. He didn’t trust me, he didn’t like the fact I was military either. Neither did the wife. Casey was a bit scared after her brother. Keep an eye on that little girl though. Make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t get hurt, and I won’t get so mad at you for not shadowing me, okay?”
Mace gives his boss a head nod, and follows along with him. He didn’t know what to expect moving to the sunshine state. Definitely didn’t think working on a construction crew and finding a four year old going on thirty was in his future. But here he was. Tickled at how even talking with Mirabelle was entertaining. It was the most he had talked in years.
“Mirabelle Nova Syverson!” Hazel screams, looking through the store. “Mirabelle! Mira…” she looks out the side door, seeing the girl with a lunchbox coming out of her house. “Young lady, when you leave you have to tell me where you’re going.”
“I went to get lunch for me and that guy.”
“That guy?”
“Mhmm, Mace. It’s lunch time right? I can go back?” Hazel answers yes, and Mirabelle runs as fast as her little legs can carry her back to her stand in the shade. Wiggling her legs around and pulling her jugs of orange juice out of her cooler as a wad of men come towards her.
“Uncle Bill!” William rolls his eyes, but waves at the little girl, “I can’t serve them all alone.”
“You going to pay me?”
“Nope. I’m four. You make more money than me,” standing beside the little girl, he pours while she takes money. Making excuses about change, and how she can’t subtract yet before the line dies down, “Mace! This is my uncle Bill!”
“Nobody calls me that. Nobody. Just her and her brother, so don’t start. Oh, you eating lunch out here, little bit?”
“Yep. Mace, I brought you something,” she excitedly says, pulling out her lunch box, and taps on the cooler. William’s mouth drops open, gawking at her, “Casey packed your lunch, she did. I didn’t need to bring you something.”
“Remember what I said,” William trusted Mace with his niece. He just didn’t trust his niece to not get too attached. He knew where you stood, and your need to be alone ‘for all of eternity’ because you had already once fallen in love and now your priority was the kids that Sy had left behind. And still that angelic daughter of yours was still wanting something she had never had before.
“So my mommy doesn’t know, but I took her meal prep for this week,” laying the glass container on the stand, Mace waves his hands no, “It’s just Tuesday. Mommy works from home, so she makes her lunches for the week. I didn’t ask, but do you have allergies? Owen in my class is allergic to peanuts, and Neveah is allergic to eggs, and Simon is lactose intolerant and his belly blew up like a balloon when he ate my real milk yogurt. That has yogurt in it, can you have yogurt? And there’s eggs and almonds. Oh no! And cheese. I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through.”
“Mirabelle, you’re fine. Last I checked, I’m not allergic to anything. So you’re bringing me lunch?” Giving him a shrug, her legs kick around before opening her own box complete with a marmalade sandwich, chips, and a cupcake. “I can share that with you. Me and mommy made those last night.”
“I don’t want to take your cupcake. So this is what you do all day?”
“I can share,” she gives him a little growl, placing a chip beside him before eating a bite of her sandwich. “I know how to share. I don’t have to share with Bubba, but I know how. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to miss Julie’s so I’m not an awkward turtle and don’t know how to interact with kids my age. I’m still an awkward turtle and still pull my awkward balloons because I just have adults, and Bubba.”
“What are you talking about awkward balloons?” Mirabelle smiles over her full mouth, placing another chip beside him. “I don’t understand the balloons.”
“It’s just what mommy does when we’re in an awkward situation. She pulls invisible awkward balloons from the sky. The more she pulls the more awkward it is. She’s a good mommy. Um, do you like oranges.”
“They’re okay,” Mirabelle’s eyes go large, and points at the orange slices in his container. “They’re fine.”
“They’re the best. I can name all the ones we have here, I can. Hazel said if Casey doesn’t give her a grand baby that I’m the one that gets the grove, she did. I like going out with Harley in the evening and he checks to make sure that the workers did everything right. It used to be smaller, it did. They built it. Uncle Bill doesn’t care. Casey is a nurse. She doesn’t have time, but me? I pay attention, I do.”
Mirabelle is able to talk and carry on a conversation all while eating. Hardly stopping talking, but it was a nice distraction for Mace. Not having to worry about the things in his own mind, just see things from the eyes of a four year old.
“Oh! How much money did I make? Mommy is wanting to take me and Bubba to Disney World, and I need spending money. I’ve got to get a new lanyard.”
“I thought you wanted a doll?”
“Well, yeah. They have those at Disney, too. I…I…I…I don’t have a Cinderella doll, yeah. She’s missing from my collection. Dern. It’s getting hot out here, and don’t tell mommy that I said dern. And I will see you tomorrow, but it’ll be when I get back though with school. Mommy picks me up at two, so I’ll be here around 2:30. Also, there’s yummy orange sorbet in the store. Tell everyone to get some, and if I’m not there, because it might be time to meet my bubba at the bus stop, just tell them to tell Hazel that I sent you. I get a commission.”
“You swindled me for money, you little toot,” with a shrug of her shoulders, she gathers the boxes to stuff in her lunch bag. “Mirabelle?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’ll have some more orange juice. Have a good day. Hazel will have to help me carry this in. Goodbye!”
She was a mess. Complete mess, and she knew it. One day of knowing the little girl, and Mace was wrapped around her chubby little finger. Clearly had been around people that were older than her because she spoke like an adult. No kid should grow up without a parent. Mace would know.
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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, Part 2
Summary: Mirabelle is trying to get you in trouble
Pairings: James Mace X Reader
Rating: mature
Warnings: toy play, female masturbation, mentions of deceased parent, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.6K
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“Benning, will you put the clothes that are in the washer in the dryer, and that basket in front of the washer in there, please? Mirabelle, mommy needs you to start setting the table,” while Benning may groan, he does get up off the couch and walks into the laundry room. And the sweetest little angel of a daughter jumps up to grab the plates you had set on the counter.
“Baby, slow, okay? This isn’t a race. Mommy hasn’t finished cooking.”
“Yes, ma’am,” her chubby little fingers reach for one plate at a time. Keeping her busy, while also ensuring that you didn’t get another broken plate on your hands. “Mommy, I made sixty dollars at my orange juice stand, I did.”
“Sixty dollars?” You turn around to look at her, and she just nods her head proudly. “How did you make sixty dollars?”
“I don’t know how to make change. So I didn’t. Nope. And Uncle Bill brought his crew over there, he did,” she looks at you slyly. William hated to be called Bill. William or Will is all he would allow. Mirabelle and Benning were the only exception to that rule. “Mommy, how do you know when you’ve fallen in love?”
“Oh, my sweet darling, you shouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time. Who do you think you’ve fallen in love with?”
“An older man,” she gives you a little giggle, heading to the counter to grab the forks. “Do you think you will,” she catches sight of her brother, and she looks at you, shaking her head. “Never mind. Benny, did you have a good day at school today?”
“It was fine,” his voice was flat. It was never fine. Recently your son acted as if the world was on his shoulders, and there just was nothing to make him happy. “Can I go to Trent’s house this weekend?”
“Why? You never want to spend time with me and sissy anymore.”
“Well, Trent’s dad is helping us with my telescope,” ahh. The dreaded ‘Trent’s dad’. Trent’s dad did everything with his son, and extended that to yours. You were grateful of course. But sometimes you want Benning to yourself. Had tried to make time for just him, but you were just a mom. You weren’t a dad that knew about telescopes
“Well, can’t I help you with your telescope?”
“Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Isn’t that what YouTube is for? You telling me that Mr. Beck knows exactly what he’s doing?” Beck was starting to get on your nerves. He was getting all this time with your son who was growing up too fast, and too far away from you.
“Yeah. He hardly ever looks at YouTube. So can I go or not?”
“Watch your tone.”
“Please, mom, can I go to Trent’s house?” It was better. But you were not going to have him be disrespectful. The dreaded teenage years were around the corner, and if this was what you had to look forward to, you were not excited.
“Fine, now, let’s eat,” quietly the two of them go to the table. A table with four chairs, and Sy never got to sit in one. Each of your children eat their dinner slowly. Conversation almost eliminated by Benning’s bringing up the fact he didn’t have a father.
“Mommy, can I bring a friend over for dinner one night?”
“Do you even have friends?” Mirabelle pouts at her brother, and his face completely changes. The light in his eyes coming back for a moment when he sees he hurt his sister’s feelings. They used to have the sweetest relationship. “I’m only kidding, Sissy. I know that Dawn is your friend.”
“No, not one from school. I met him today.”
“Did a little boy come into the store? Sweetheart, a lot of people that come in that store are tourists, and…”
“No, over there,” she points over to the new build, and you take a deep gulp. There were men around your daughter. You knew that Hazel or Harley, and even William were right there, but they couldn’t watch her every second.
“Mirabelle, I don’t want you to set up your stand over there anymore. I’ll talk to Harley and Hazel and…”
“No, he was really nice. Even Uncle Bill liked him. Told him he had to keep an eye on me, and…I want him to come to dinner with us one night. He’s very handsome, he just needs a haircut, and…” her eyes move down to the table when the screech of Benning’s chair echoes in the kitchen. “Benny, I’m sorry.”
“What is this? You got your four year old picking you up dates?”
“Excuse me?”
“What don’t you get about your vows?”
“Benning Kepler Syverson, you stop this instant!”
“No! No one is ever going to be dad! I don’t need a dad! I want mine back,” standing up, he stomps towards his bedroom. It was like you never could move forward with him. Four years later and he was still angry that you were replacing his father, and you hadn’t even looked at another man, forget about touching.
“Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make Bubba mad,” holding out your arms, you let your confused daughter crawl into your lap. Brushing back her hair as she cries. “I don’t want Mace as my daddy. But…but how come Benning got to have a daddy, and I didn’t?”
“Baby, Benning is just very angry right now. He misses daddy.”
“I don’t get to miss him though, because I never met him. I want a daddy, too,” dramatic evenings were becoming too common. Hearing the loud music coming from Benning’s room, you hold your baby even tighter. The baby that Sy had begged you for. He had wanted her so much. Dreamed about who she would look like. And he didn’t get his wish, because she favored him instead of you.
“Mommy can you get me a daddy?”
“Not tonight. How about mommy makes you a bowl of Miss Hazel’s fresh orange sherbet before bed?”
“Okay. I still want a daddy though. I didn’t mean for my new friend to be a daddy. I just think…it doesn’t matter anymore,” you give her a quick kiss, and still holding her as you start to make her a bowl of her favorite treat. Waiting until she fell asleep before you dealt with your son.
You lean over to give Mirabelle a soft kiss to her forehead, and she rolls over, squeezing her raggedy seahorse stuffy. The first and last gift her dad had ever gotten her. She was growing up too fast, and with every year older you were reminded of how many years you had been alone. And just how many years it was just you and them.
Turning on her sound machine, you gently close the door, and walk down the hall to Benning’s room. Not even bothering to knock when you walk in, “What are you doing in here?”
“That was uncalled for,” his eyes roll up to look at you slowly. “I know you miss him. I know you hate the thought of any man coming into the picture, but…”
“You’re not even taking your vows seriously!”
“Do not tell me about my vows that I made. I was loyal to your father. He was on a tour and overseas, and I was your mother and that was it. I waited on your father. Do not talk to me about my vows to him. I loved him. He was my everything. And I know you’re hurting, but so am, and so is your sister.”
“She never even met him. How is she hurting?” These feeling were all too common for military families. Too often kids were left without a mother or a father. Or worse, neither. You thought you would be different. You thought wrong.
“You’re so angry that you don’t even see how you being hurt, hurts her. She might not have met your dad, but she stares at his pictures all the time. She asks about him all the time. She tells me she remembers him touching her through my belly all the time, but you’re too busy worrying about your own pain instead of hers. Benning, what do you want me to do?”
He shrugs, sliding down more onto his bed. With your hands on your hips, you try and think of the best things to say to him. You had never imagined a life where you didn’t have their father. Never could have prepared yourself to be a single mother to two kids. And now. You had a young boy who was just angry all the time.
“You’re not going to act like that and disrespect me. We’re going back to counseling.”
“No!”
“And you need to remember, I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m not saying I am ready to date, and definitely not ready to bring any man around you. But I won’t deny myself affection from a man,” he rolls his eyes, and turns his back towards you. “You can be mad, son, but…daddy wouldn’t have wanted me to be alone.”
“Daddy would have wanted you to only love him.”
“I did. And now he’s gone, and I can’t physically love him anymore. I can love his memory, and I’m still in love with his memory. But this…this every night causing some form of drama, we’re not doing. We’re going back to counseling, or you can go alone. I don’t care. But I want you to put your anger towards something else. Because I am doing all that I know how to do. Just remember how much your sister adores you. She loves you so much. And this is confusing to her. I love you.”
You stand still waiting for his response. Watching him rub the silky outline of his baby blanket, “Benning, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Goodnight,” you whisper, turning out his light. It was like he felt responsible for the household. He was the man of the house, and he was letting that title crush him, instead of dealing with his grief.
He was too young. His father was taken from him when he was too young. Walking into your bedroom, the last family photo of you three, and a Mirabelle bump makes you angry. “You left me with this, Sy. You said this was the last time, and you not coming home is not how I interpreted that. We were supposed to be a team. We were supposed to be together forever. Why did you tell him he was in charge when you left? Why couldn’t you have told him to be a little boy?”
Night’s like these were always the hardest. Both your babies going to sleep upset, and you frustrated. “I didn’t agree to be a widow before I turned forty. God, I didn’t agree to be alone, and raising two kids. Two amazing and beautiful kids. Sy, I need you. I need you to just hold me and fuck away the sad and angry tears to blissful ones. And…fuck!” You whisper scream going over towards your drawer.
Pulling it open, you grab your hitachi magic wand to plug up. Looking back at the door, Mirabelle still woke up randomly. It was too risky to leave it unlocked. “You did this Sy. You should be laying in this bed while I took my anger out on your cock,” you could even remember the way his thick hands would grab you, placing you where he wanted you, and use you.
There was so much love between you and Sy, but the best way for both of you to work through anger was sex. You both offered your bodies up freely. Clicking on the vibe, you close your eyes remembering better times with Sy. The way his hand would hold your mouth to keep you quiet, and his hips would roll into you with so much force. A constant moving of the bed because his thrusts would slam the bed frame into the wall.
Or on the rare occasion that you would push him on the bed and ride him like your life depended on it. His hands gripping your hips, and pushing you further onto him. God, he loved when you pushed yourself to your limits. Not ever stopping after orgasming. Just keep bouncing on him harder and harder. Your juices spilling out on him, and not stopping until your legs were trembling, and he was cooing how you were just such a good slut for him.
“Mommy?”
“Dammit,” you pant. You were almost there.
“Mommy, I can’t sleep. Mommy, the door is locked.”
“Hold on, baby,” no wonder you were frustrated. Every time. Every time you were stopped just shy of an orgasm. This was the worst type of edging. “Mirabelle, give me just a second,” you stuff the wand back in the drawer, and try to calm your breathing. It was right there. Right in your reach. But mommy duties didn’t wait for an orgasm.
“Why are you breathing funny?”
“Because I was sleeping.”
“Last time you were breathing funny, you had that microphone on your bed, and you said you were singing. Were you singing? Is the microphone on the bed? Can I use it?”
“No!”
“I can sing. I can. And you have a pink microphone. Please, can we just sing together?”
“It’s late,” you take a deep breath, picking her up, and instead of hugging you, she moves her body away. “What?”
“You need to turn the air on higher. You’re sweaty.”
“Mirabelle, baby, it’s late. Get some sleep.”
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so sweaty if you didn’t sing alone in the middle of the night. You forgot to unplug your microphone,” she was too smart. Way too smart. That hyper awareness was one hundred percent her father. “One song. I see it in the drawer.”
“It won’t be there tomorrow.”
“I can find it.”
“I wish you would leave this alone, baby. Sleep,” you drop her on the bed, all giggly, and she snuggles her seahorse tighter, waiting on you to join her. “Get some sleep, my love. You have to go to school tomorrow.”
“Uh uh,” she fake coughs, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, “I’m sick. Can’t Miss Hazel teach me to make change tomorrow?”
“Sleep, baby.”
“Mirabelle Nova, get your butt out of the floor,” Hazel scolds the little girl who was sprawled out on her back in the floor of the store, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Miss ma’am it is time for your behind to put up the oranges, and get ready for the day.”
“It’s hot.”
“It’s Florida,” Mirabelle sits up, and looks over towards the build. “You made good money yesterday. Little swindler.”
“I don’t know what that means. I don’t. Can I have oranges at the stand, too? Oranges are a dollar or two for five dollars.”
“Your math is atrocious.”
“I’m four,” she declares, standing up to get a basket, stuffing oranges in them. “My friend will be there today, he will. Uncle Bill said he and Casey are going to take me shopping this weekend. I guess mommy will be all alone, she will.”
“I wish your mommy would find her a good man. It ain’t right for her to be alone with you babies. You going to stack the oranges, ma’am?” Mirabelle points from her basket to her stand, but Hazel just taps her foot. “You getting Harley to build that stand was because you promised to stack the oranges on the shelf every morning. Stack,” throwing her head back, the little girl goes over to the shelf, a shopping cart of oranges ready for her.
Placing each orange exactly where they were supposed to be. Mirabelle’s early reading was the names of different oranges. She might not be able to read a book, but she could read orange names. “Can I take some marmalade to my new friend, too?”
“He doesn’t pay for it then.”
“But you said…”
“Mirabelle Nova Syverson do not correct me. I know what I said, and what I’m saying right now is he’s not paying. Tell your Uncle Bill I want to speak with him at lunch.”
“Okay! I will,” rejoicing when the final orange is put up. She scoops up a jar of marmalade to put in her basket before running to her stand. Looking out at the build, and trying to find sight of Mace before she starts to walk over there.
Her little head bounces around as she skips towards the build. Seeing multiple people, but none of which were her uncle or Mace. Bebopping closer, too close when Mace grabs her up, and throws her over his shoulder. “Mace! You came back today!”
“It’s kind of my job, darling. What did I tell you about being near here?”
“I don’t know.”
“To not do it.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because there are men working and you can get hurt.”
“Why?”
“We’re doing this again?” He asks, sitting her down on her stool. “You’ve got oranges today.”
“Uh huh, and I brought you some marmalade, and I didn’t sneeze in that one, I didn’t,” Mace snarls his nose animatedly, and Mirabelle giggles, “I didn’t! Sometimes I do it on purpose because Hazel has to give it to me. These I didn’t, that’s why they’re at the store. I got it off the shelf myself. Mace? Oh!”
She looks up at the tall man, and he gives her a smile before squatting down at her level. “What do you think?” He asks, rubbing his hand over his head to show her his new haircut. “You like it?”
“You look very handsome, you do. Your eyes look prettier with that hair cut. Mace do you have green in your eyes?” She asks placing both hands on his cheeks. “You do! You do have some green, right there. And I would like for you to come eat supper with me sometime.”
With her hands still cupping his cheeks, he gives her a little smile, and Mirabelle has to look away. “You are very handsome with this haircut, so can you come eat supper with me and my family?”
“Hmm, I can’t intrude.”
“You’re not, I asked you. Uncle Bill can bring you, he can.”
“Aren’t you supposed to quit calling him that?” She shakes her head no, grabbing one of the oranges out of the basket, and begins to peel it. Mirabelle had no intentions to stop calling him Uncle Bill. “You really are a peach, huh?”
“Ew, who eats peachies?”
“You don’t like them?” Mirabelle shakes her head no, and points over to the grove. Stuffing an orange wedge in her mouth, before handing Mace one. “You only eat oranges, huh?”
“Yep. They provide you with vitamin c, and marmalade, and juice. We are the sunshine state, oranges look like the sun. This is a sunshine fruit. Sunshine, Mace. Sunshine. You like that one?”
“It’s pretty good. Tastes like an orange.”
“Pfft, that is a cara cara orange. It’s very sweet. Clementines are my mom’s favorite. They’re not as sweet, they’re not.”
“You know a lot about oranges. Huh?”
“Yeah. Mace, how do I get your attention if I can’t walk over there?” The man looks around the clearing. Wanting to make sure the girl stays far enough away from the build, spotting a stump not too far away, and not hidden by an oak tree.
“That right there. You see it,” Mirabelle nods her head, looking at the stump, and turns back towards Mace with a smile. “You can’t sit there for too long because there’s no shade, and I don’t want you to get sunburnt, but it’s a sure fire way to make sure you’re seen without being too close. That can be Mirabelle’s stump. But no closer than that.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s nails.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re building.”
“Why?” She giggles, almost falling to the ground with how hard she was laughing. Hands on her belly. It was the sweetest little laugh.
“We’re not doing that again.”
“Why?”
“You turkey!” This time Mirabelle does fall to the ground, and she covers her eyes, wiping away tears because she is laughing so hard, and Mace leans over to tickle her even more.
“Hazel, what do you know about that man?” You point over to the man that was tickling your daughter. You could hear her laughter all the way over here, and it made your heart swell. You knew how easily Mirabelle got attached to men, but this seemed different.
“That one?” You nod your head, stepping closer to the window. Seeing your daughter jump up from the ground, and pour him a cup of orange juice. “His brother and William were friends.”
“Were?”
“He was…honey, you know how the military works.”
“What about him? Was he in the military?”
“James was a lot younger than his brother. He never enlisted. Why are you asking?”
“Does he see her everyday?” There was a familiarity between the two of them. This had to be the friend that Mirabelle was telling you about.
“Everyday. She takes him lunch, too. Every morning he talks with her, and then they have lunch together, and he tells her goodbye. Well, some mornings she’s at school.”
“She looks happy,” you wipe a stray tear from your eye. You feel guilty that you couldn’t give this to her for the last four years. Mirabelle deserved a dad. William tried. But he was just a good uncle. “I failed them.”
“No, you didn’t. You’ve given them a good life. Military life isn’t easy. When that man leaves for his next job, she’ll adapt. She always does. She doesn’t know any difference.”
“I matched with someone on that app. And then I deleted it,” the dating app was Casey’s idea. She even encouraged it. Didn’t make you feel guilty for wanting to try again. But you just couldn’t. Feeling guilty for getting out there, but then worrying you would never find someone good enough for you, and knew there was no one good enough for the kids.
“Why?”
You turn to look at Hazel, giggling. That was always your daughter’s favorite line. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right. Benning hates me. But I just…I’m lonely. And this is too much, but I just want a man, ya know? I’m tired of doing it all alone.”
“Sex doesn’t equal love.”
“It does to me. Will you keep an eye on her?” Sex was so much better with someone that you were attracted to their body and their mind. You wanted someone who just knew you and knew how to take care of you, and you wanted to be that person for someone else.
A little twitch of the nose meaning that he wanted you face down and ass up with a wet cunt and ready to take a pounding. A rub of the belly meant that when the kids went to sleep you just wanted to grind on his cock slowly while you made out. You wanted more than just a quick way to get off. You wanted every day and every night to mean more than just sex. You wanted a partner.
“I always do,” Hazel says softly, looking out to Mirabelle and Mace.
“Stop. Stop! I can’t breathe. I brought you something,” Mirabelle’s hand goes into her pocket before producing a neon threaded bracelet. “It’s a friendship bracelet. I can’t tie it though.”
“I got it,” she was the sweetest angel that Mace had ever met. For her to only be four, she knew the way to soften his head. He had never let anyone new into his life. Not to the point where he said more than three words to someone. Mace kept to himself. The less people in his life, the less disappointment he was. “I love it.”
“Yeah? So about dinner?”
“I think your mom should be the one to ask. I don’t know if she would like you dragging some random man into her house.”
“Hmm,” Mirabelle rocks on her stool a moment thinking. Wondering just how she could get Mace to her house. Tapping on her head to think harder. There had to be some way to convince him to eat dinner with her family. “Maybe we can have a karaoke night.”
“You guys do that?”
“No. But I think mommy is practicing. She has a pink microphone in her bedroom,” Mace chokes on his orange juice, spitting out a bit. There was no way that this little girl was talking about what he thought she was talking about, but Mirabelle keeps talking. This was the perfect idea. “She keeps it in a drawer or under her pillow. I can’t figure out how it works. It just buzzes.”
“Maybe you should leave it alone.”
“There’s a secret to it. I just know it. Mommy won’t tell me. She’s caught me sneaking to try and find the new hiding spot, she did. But whatever she’s practicing it must be a lot of work because it makes her breathe funny, and she gets all sweaty.”
“Okay, I think it’s time for me to head back to work. Leave your mom’s bedroom alone.”
“Why?”
“It’s not nice to snoop in people’s bedrooms.”
“Why?”
“Some things are not meant for kids,” before Mirabelle can ask another why, Mace puts his hand over her mouth to quiet her. “Promise me that you’ll leave your mom’s — microphone alone.”
“Fine. I’ll leave it alone. But we can have a karaoke party. And you can come. Or! Every Friday Uncle Bill and Casey come for dinner, and sometimes we go over to their house. Do you think that’s when mommy really practices when she’s alone?”
“Yep. I’m sure she really likes using her microphone when you’re not there. Mirabelle, I really gotta go, darling. Leave her microphone alone, okay?” Mirabelle rolls her eyes, but says okay. “I’ll tell the boys to get some oranges and juice if you leave your mom’s stuff alone. You’ll be able to do something with the money. I’m sure you’ll make up a different excuse tomorrow.”
“Shh, don’t ruin my hustle.”
“You ain’t right. See you in a bit. Get some rest.”
“Come over for karaoke night!”
“I’ll talk with Bill…Will!” That child was a mess. Mace was sure that you had no idea that you were snooping in your room. Definitely didn’t know she was telling your secrets to people, but it got him curious. A woman that could raise such a kid, and one that…used a microphone regularly enough. No. He couldn’t get attached. But sex could just be sex, right? Would it be right to have thoughts about having sex with someone you hadn’t even met? His brother did always tell him that mothers make the best lovers because they were freaks and knew what they were doing.
But Mace couldn’t possibly want to entertain an invitation to dinner from a four year old in hopes of getting his dick wet, could he? It would beat his hand. Mothers could surely have sex without getting attached. Because Mace didn’t want to get attached. Didn’t want to let anyone in. But he did want some soft curves to grab onto. Just for the night.
He had never even met you, and he was coming up with ways to fuck you while your kids slept. It made him feel awful. Dinner was fine. It felt weird to talk to your child everyday, and not even know who you were. He would talk to Bill — Will, and ask him what he thought. It was the polite thing to do.
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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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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.
#victim of the circumstance#james mace#construction worker!james mace#james mace x reader#james mace x fem!reader#james mace x y/n#james mace x you
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space dork bf mace who takes you to the planetarium and then fucks you in the bathroom
OMG YES PLS HE IS SO CUTE 😣
🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
space dork bf!mace has missed you so bad, he hates when his internship (at NASA) takes up all of his time !! so he makes up for it by planning out a whole day for the two of you, starting off with breakfast at your fave place, then to the planetarium: Mace tells you all about space, the solar system, the big bang, and the theories about extraterrestrials:
"Yeah, and we'd just drift off into space, drawn to a new centre of gravity and the temperature would drop and we'd freeze to—" Mace finally looks away from the projection screen, "Oh, I probably shouldn't talk about... dying today." He laughs stiffly, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"No, I totally want to hear about turning into a lifeless icicle."
He snorts, nudging your cheek with his nose. "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. Sleeping isn't the same when I'm not in your tiny dorm bed." His apartment is so lonely too (his internship provided him with housing), and he misses sneaking into your dorm room back on campus.
You giggle, gently cupping his jaw and tugging him close. "All that matters is that you're here right now."
He smiles into the kiss, catching sight of the last people exiting the small theatre. The ending credits of the short video play on this screen as the lights slowly get brighter, and an idea pops into his head. "You wanna have a little fun, baby?" His voice lowers, his warm hand sliding up your bare thigh. "Next viewing isn't for another fifteen minutes... and I've been holding back all fucking day."
#i took two astronomy classes it is finally my time to shine#pun intended#sonny drabbles#mace loving hours#james mace#james mace x reader#james mace x fem!reader#james mace fanfic#james mace fanfiction#james mace drabble#mace x reader#underrated daddy party
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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)
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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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