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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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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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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?”

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

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know it feels good.”

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

“Yeah? Yeah, right there?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You there?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy shit! I can’t think.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You only fuck me.”

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

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

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

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh. James…fuck…harder!”

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

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

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

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

“Oh. Oh…I can look?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning, Sunshine.”

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

“You…I thought you…you came back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

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

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

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

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ok sonnyshine,,,,,,,,,, stoner!nerd bf jake jensen and his plug co-nerd james mace,,,,, hanging out with them, watching space documentary while high and cuddling and kisses and more

it's insane how you took my dreams before i even dreamt them and put them in my inbox 😳 THIS COULD LITERALLY BE AN AU, I LOVE IT SO MUCH (which is why it’s so long shh) !!

here we go !! your stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!James Mace over for some weed and space documentries:

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A quiet giggle flutters from beside Mace as you bat away your boyfriend's wandering hands, "you're so handsy, daddy, did you miss me that much?"

Mace clears his throat, counting down in his head before standing up and gathering his things. All except the weed on the table, Jake hadn't paid for it but he's willing to lose the cash if it meant getting out of this hot and smokey dorm room before he started jerking off right on the damn couch.

"Where are you going, Mace?" Jake asks, directing your head to his neck. One of his hands on your hip and the other on your ass in the tightest, tiniest shorts Mace has ever seen.

"I, uhm... I've got a test tomorrow." He lies, the faint sound of your wet lips kissing Jake's neck seem louder than the narrator's voice.

"I thought you said you were free until Friday?" The blond frowns, easily reading Mace’s face, “C'mon, don't go so soon. We haven't hung out in so—" He's cut off by a groan, and curses under his breath, "—fuck, baby, we've still got company."

You giggle again, you were always so giggly when you were high, giggly and horny. "I know." You arch your back, peering over your shoulder at the brunet. "Don't go, Macey, I love when it's just the three of us."

He doesn't know if it was your puppy dog eyes, or your pretty pout, or the little wiggle of your ass, but he settles down on the couch again. This time, busying himself with lighting a half-finished joint so he doesn't have to watch you and Jake dry hump a foot away.

"Look at that shit—" the television displays a zoomed-out view of the solar system, all of the planets orbiting the sun, "how the hell is there so much space for all of that?" Jake slumps back, running his hands all over your body absentmindedly.

"It's called space, dummy."

"Oh, shut up." He swats your behind. Mace has long gotten used to Jake's obsession with you and touching you, hell, if he was your boyfriend, he'd be the same. "Mace, you still waiting to hear back from NASA for the internship?"

The brunet averts his gaze, exhaling slowly and watching the smoke float to the ceiling. "Actually, I already did. I got the acceptance email last week."

"Ah! Congrats!" You shout, grinning madly. "I knew you could do it, you're the smartest person I know." Jake clears his throat and you roll your eyes, "You're one of the smartest people I know. Isn’t he super smart, Jake?"

"Yeah, he is. Why don't you give him that reward we talked about?" A light appears behind your eyes but dims when you hesitate. Jake is quick to calm you down and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, "It's okay. Go on, baby."

In a relaxed daze, Mace watches you scoot over, and swing your leg over his. You settle in his lap, steadying yourself on his broad shoulders and he stiffens, choking out your name.

You shush him, "Before you came over, Jake said we could kiss a little..." You trail off, "said you've been really sad since you were dumped."

Under you, he's rigid. His thighs tense when you brush his bulge, ugh but could you blame him when you were moaning and whimpering while making out with Jake, literally right next to him? "Y-Yeah but, Jake, this is your girl—"

"I'm fine with it if she's fine with it." He snatches the spliff from Mace and reclines, taking a pull, "you deserve it, man. Your ex screwed you over big time, and you're still hung up on her.”

Jake is right. She did screw him over, by stealing his (drug-but-still) hard earned money and fleeing to who knows where.

Mace stares up at you with red-rimmed blue eyes, a vibrant cherry blooming from under his short stubble on his cheeks.

"I've always wondered if your lips were as soft as they look." You whisper, brushing your nose on his, "are you gonna help me find out, Macey?"

With half a breath, he surges up, slamming his lips against yours. It's wet and messy, full of everything he's ever felt for you but kept under wraps (for obvious reasons because crushing on his most loyal customer and best friend's girlfriend was asking for trouble). Your teeth clash and he growls into the kiss, tilting your head and slipping his tongue into your willing mouth.

Jake groans lowly, rubbing over the tent in his jeans, his eyes locked on you both. The documentary is forgotten for the sake of this—something you've talked about dozens of times.

Luckily, you two had a very healthy relationship, and could talk about anything and be unafraid of what kind of response you’d receive.

You knew everything about each other, from deepest fears to darkest fantasies. Openness, honesty, and vulnerability were important, and it took a while to get here, but you’ve both never been more comfortable and confident in a relationship.

It also helped that Jake knew about Mace's feelings about you from mere observation. Those longing looks and how he always smiled the brightest and laughed the loudest when you were around. He didn't need a 4.0 GPA to notice that his best friend wanted you (but he had a 4.0 GPA anyway and he was very proud of it).

Jake was in love, so he knew the signs of someone else falling in love. And Mace wasn't the best at hiding his feelings and desires either.

Your outstretched hand catches his attention and he goes to you like a moth to a flame. After taking the last pull from the joint, he discards it in the ashtray on the table. He waits for you, grunting at the string of saliva connecting your mouth to his best friend's.

Your eyes are as sparkly as the stars in the sky—and Jake knows this was a good idea.

He cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, slowly exhaling into your mouth. Under you, Mace pants heavily, his fingers digging into your hips as he watches you two. You and Jake fit together perfectly, always have, and always will.

You pull away with a hum and with another rock of your hips, you capture Mace's agape mouth in a kiss. The smoke flows from you into him, igniting a fire he's extinguished time and time again, but now it can burn brightly, blinding all its witnesses.

He’s so fucking whipped, it’s almost pitiful when he chases after you, the smoke puffing from his pink, swollen lips. Sighing happily, you lean back with a cheeky smile, so effortlessly beautiful, they could look at you all day.

You’re both of their dreams incarnated, manifested into a living breathing human—or the weed was making them all sappy.

"Awh shit, we missed my favourite part! I love when they talk about Jupiter's moons! Europa is my baby."

"We'll rewind it, baby." Jake chuckles and pats your ass, glancing at his friend. "Mace, you staying the night for a rewatch?"

As if history were repeating itself, your mouth trails from his jaw to his neck. And he wonders how Jake even managed to speak with your teasing kisses sprinkling along his skin.

Your lips ghost his ear, “please stay, I want you to stay."

His heart swells and he clutches you a little tighter. "I'll stay." He gives in without a beat, “I'll take the couch."

Jake scoffs, reaching for another spliff and the lighter. "Yeah right, we could all fit on the bed."

Before Mace could protest, his mind goes blank as your hands through his buzzed hair. "If you think we were just gonna kiss all night, you're in for a treat, Macey."

my thots are many… bc daddy!jake sharing you with his best friend Mace 😣 showing him how much of a slut you are, how much you love being told what to do, and how pretty you beg for a cock 😪 “you want us that bad, baby? You could do better than that. I wanna see you cry for it.”

This #underrated daddy party is opening my mind to so many tropes I love it

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loveyourmama · 1 year

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Hello loves! Here i will be putting here some of my recommendation on some stories or fanfictions...Some of them can be 18+ so please if you are a minor do not read them. Thank you. I hope you will enjoy them as I did. Have a nice day <3

18+ stories = *

MARVEL

Steve Rogers

*Brat taming from @imaginedreamwrite

*Steve Rogers masterlist from @navybrat817

*High value hero masterlist from @rustytricycle

Bucky Barnes

*Barnes, Barnes & Barnes from

@imaginedreamwrite

*The maid of Mr. Barnes masterlist from @disasterofastory

Stucky

*Wildest dreams from @imaginedreamwrite

*Love on the brain from @imaginedreamwrite

*Brave new world from @imaginedreamwrite

*Stucky masterlist from @navybrat817

Natasha Romanoff

*Lay me down from @imanuglywombat

Wanda Maximoff

*A gilded cage from @imanuglywombat

Sam Wilson

Thor

CELEBRITIES

Chris Evans and his characters...

Lip gloss (James Mace) from @shotgunbunny

Imagine for Chris Evans from @imyourbratzdoll

Sebastian Stan

Kylian M'bappe

Territorial from @freshfraise

Richarlison

Number 9 from @freshfraise

Neymar Jr

Jude Bellingham

Silent treatment from @calistrae

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Charles Leclerc

At home date from @writingstoraes

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #steve rogers #kylian mbappe #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #jude bellingham #stucky x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximov #sam wilson #scarlet johanson #elizabeth olsen #charles leclerc

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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Can I get a ship too?

I am 170 cm and chubby

Love Marvel, BTS, Interstellar and music

Can cook anything

I love writing fanfiction and reading fanfics

Don't like studies

Dirty minded

And love to sleep ( don't know what to write more)

I ship you with - james mace

#you’ve got mail 💌

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

✧˚ · . 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Til our last breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked so tired.

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

“I love you too, doll. It’s okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the end of the line.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were enjoying this.

Fucking Alphas.

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

But then you realised what the barn contained.

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

You couldn’t believe it.

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

But instead of animals, there were Omegas.

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

It was the girl from the missing poster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beside you the back door opened as Mace entered, and you didn’t hesitate to break out into a sprint again, Nick and Mace both trying to grab you but narrowly missing your darting form as you ran out into the forest that surrounded the property.

But this time you weren’t just being chased by the Alphas.

This time the dogs were quick to run after you too.

Every muscle in your body screamed at you to stop as you stumbled through the thick foliage of the forest, but the sound of barking dogs close behind you spurred you to keep going despite the branches cutting at you and leaves slapping against your body.

When the padding of the four-legged creatures got louder you chanced a quick glance over your shoulder, gasping at the sight of the Dobermans almost on your heel.

The distraction caused you to miss the thick branch laying over the forest floor, your ankle getting easily caught in it. There was no time to brace yourself as you fell hard, body slamming to the ground without an ounce of grace.

The impact winded you, your face smacking against the hard dirt and chest bouncing. Everything hurt, vociferous agony spreading through your battered form. Your nose leaked blood, small droplets hitting the ground below as you let out a pained whine.

A tearless sob left you as the dogs came bounding up to you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth in flesh, for the pain to increase as the dogs attacked you. But the hurt never came.

A small shuffling next to you caused you to open your eyes, a sharp wheezy inhale sounding as you looked next to your body. One of the Doberman’s, with the name Apollo on his collar, was lying next to your body, beady eyes gazing at your face.

The other two, with the names Icarus and Hermes, sat attentively behind Apollo. Icarus looked at you while Hermes’ sight was on the path from where you came.

Apollo nudged your side with his nose until you rolled onto your back with a cough, looking up at the treetops. The sun was shining through the leaves, and you could feel the warmth on your skin.

For just a moment, the pain stopped, the world stopped, and it was just you gazing at the rustling leaves as you lay on your picnic blanket, waiting for James to bring the carefully crafted picnic basket from the car.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

Your dream dissipated as quickly as it started, pain blooming in your chest as Nick put his tailored shoe on your chest, giving enough pressure for you to whimper. “Stupid puppy. If you didn’t want to get hurt, you shouldn’t have run,” he taunted, but you could see the way he was looking over your body, counting the injuries as Mace and Beck followed shortly behind him.

“Don’t move, pup.” Nick sighed, nodding his head at Beck for him to come over.

Nick’s foot lifted from your chest, allowing you to draw a deep breath as you watched him move to the side with Apollo, squatting down to give the dog a treat. “If only you were a good puppy like him, maybe you’d get my treats too.”

You ignored him, not letting out a sound apart from the occasional hiss as Beck checked over your body, the man asking if certain spots hurt or if you could move certain digits and toes. The urge to run had long left you, so you lay as Beck gently touched your face, inspecting your nose and the growing bruise from where you hit your head on the ground.

“She’s a little beat up, but she’ll be fine. Just need to get the dirt out of her cuts so it doesn’t get infected.” Beck looked to Nick, awaiting his next order.

It was odd seeing the way the two Alphas submitted to Nick, when they were Alphas themselves.

But then you smelt it. You’d been so distracted by the lasting scent of your dead Alpha that your body had shut out Nick, but as you lay on the forest floor the strongest Alpha scent you’d ever experienced invaded your senses.

A strikingly masculine scent that smelt nothing short of lavish entered your sinus, a mix of black tea, leather notes, and geranium flowing through you as you couldn’t help but be enthralled by it. Underneath it all, there was a hint of lavender. A softness that finished the scent from being too overwhelmingly bold. You couldn’t even smell Beck or Mace as Nick’s aura eluded from him, your eyes fluttering as you whined and hips writhed.

You hated how much you loved it.

Shit.

Nick was a prime Alpha. The head of his pack.

It made sense, seeing as the other Alphas were so quick to fall into line for him.

Hearing your whine Nick let out a teasing coo, shushing you as he reached under you to pick you up bridal style, your dirty body further staining the white of his shirt. A meld of red and brown ruined the pale fabric, his clothes becoming a canvas of your pain.

The yip you let out was pure Omega, hindbrain taking over as the primal urge to nuzzle against him took over. You would feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed at you, his grip tightening at little.

As he began to walk with you out of the forest you couldn’t help but close your eyes, allowing the pure exhaustion to pull you under into its endless depths.

When you woke you felt weightless and surrounded by a comforting warmth. Your lashes fluttered open, instantly landing on Nick’s face as he ran a lathered sponge over your bare body.

The bath was filled with bubbles, and his hands ran tenderly over your skin as all the dirt and blood was washed away, the water discoloured and muddy.

“You’re finally awake, puppy. The day was quite exciting, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t respond, but didn’t push him away either as your skin was cleared from the weight of dirt. You watched the way Nick carefully washed your cuts and abrasions, making sure not to irritate them further.

He was being caring, and it had you on edge. There had to be a catch, and there was.

Nick stripped himself of his clothes, and while you wanted to avert your gaze, you couldn’t help but be entranced by the Alpha as each patch of skin was revealed to you. Deep chiseled muscles adorned his broad frame, small nicked scars on his skin as if he held a battle scar for each rise of the rank to the top.

Your breath hitched and eyes widened at the sight of the intricate lines of black ink that flowed across his body. With no fabric covering him, you could discern the roses and thorns that stretched along his neck and down until it met his chest piece. The thorns flowed into a forest scene where on his pec a wolf bared its teeth, snarling ominously at the moon along the treetops. As your eyes moved lower you saw the way his left arm featured a smoky darkness, skulls decorating the limb as it melded in with the haze.

And then you saw his hand. On the back of it was a grandfather clock face, stylised to fit in perfectly with the rest of his pieces, his fingers blackened to look skeletal. Some of the tattoo was hard to see with the silver rings embellishing his fingers.

It was objectively a stunning piece of art. But knowing the creations sat on such a wicked man put a distaste in your mouth.

You wanted to read the time on the clock but he moved before you could, filtering out the old water and replacing it with fresh clear liquid as he maneuvered you so you were in his lap, his thick thighs either side of your legs.

You tried to wriggle away with protesful cries, but his grip was strong as he held film, the water splashing around you as he scented into your neck, the deep inhale against your skin causing you to shiver. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet, puppy. It’s a wonder that boyfriend of yours never claimed you.”

James. Just the thought of him had tears welling in your eyes, a reminder of Nick’s power.

A sob bubbled out of your throat. “I wasn’t ready—“

“Don’t worry, after you’ve had my knot you’ll be more than ready. That is,” he dragged his teeth along your skin, lapping his tongue against your mating gland, “if I can stop myself from taking you right here, puppy.”

“Don’t!” You cried out, unable to fight him in his unrelenting grip as he smirked against your neck, continuing to swirl his tongue along the sensitive patch.

“You know, good puppies care for their Alphas,” his lips moved against your skin as he spoke. “And you will care for me in every way.”

“You’re not my Alpha.” You protested as you tried to ignore how good it felt to have his lips on you.

“Not yet.”

His teeth grazed your gland as you keened, back arching against him as you felt the way his cock twitched between your cheeks.

Nick ground his cock against your ass, and you could feel the tension in his body as he held himself back from biting you. It was as if he was fighting himself from doing it.

With a growl he lost control and moved to your other shoulder, sinking his teeth into your supple flesh as his hands moved your hips against his cock.

A yowl left you as you squirmed, hands gripping the edges of the bathtub as your blood trickled into the water. Although Nick didn’t allow much to spill before he licked the wound, helping it to clot.

The scent in the room was completely overpowering, the lust of the prime Alpha like a thick smog that filled your lungs. It tried to pull you down into terrifying depths, where Omegas submitted to their Alphas and did as they were told without argument.

“Mm, bath time is over puppy. I want to claim my Omega.”

Your words got caught in your throat as Nick picked you up with ease, the water dripping down into the bathtub below. You looked down, almost wishing he would just drown you in it.

It would be more peaceful than what you knew was to come.

Harrowing thoughts swirled through your mind as you became pliant in Nick’s grip. He dried you, moving you around so he could move the towel against your skin as you considered your options.

You could drown yourself, but that was incredibly hard to do, and cited as one of the worst ways to die. You couldn’t set yourself on fire, another less than ideal option. If you could find something sharp. That could do the trick.

If Nick could just give you a moment alone, you could rummage the cabinets and surely find something that would work, something that would save you the reality of being mated to the mob boss.

But he wasn’t going to leave your side; you knew this. He wasn’t dumb and would see right through a ploy you put before him. But you didn’t want to be mated to him, you didn’t want this life. You wanted the simple happiness of James and the boringness of your home town.

You had no desire for lavishness, especially when it’s being funded by something as heart wrenching as what you had seen in the barn.

You couldn’t help but feel anger, hating whatever it was that Nick saw that made you special enough to mate. It felt like more of a prison sentence than being locked in a small cage and whisked away to the highest bidder.

Nick acknowledged your apathetic gaze with a roll of his eyes, picking you up like a ragdoll to bring you to his bedroom.

It was as luxe as you had expected given the mansion exterior. Lots of greys and blacks blended into a modern look. But to you it just had no character. No life. The hues of the room mirrored how your heart felt. Empty of feeling and desolate.

There was one thing that caught your eye. By the bed was a large dog crate, pink and blue blankets neatly folded along the base of it for bedding.

It was odd only seeing the one cage. Didn’t he have three dogs?

Nick placed you down on the floor by the bed, dropping you to your knees so you knelt before him. His fingers danced along your jawline, tilting your face up so you saw his towering form above you.

“There’s going to be new rules now, Omega. But I’ve made them nice and simple for that dumb puppy brain of yours.” Nick moved away from you to the small alcohol collection that sat atop of his dresser, pouring himself a caramel liquid in a crystalline glass with a harboured sigh. As if having to explain the rules to you was a taxing task for him.

“You do what I say, when I say. Don’t make me have to Alpha command you, it’s irritating. You’re permitted to speak, but never interrupt me or my guests. You are to be my good little Omega and if you do as you’re told your life will be easy. If you act up,” Nick moves back towards you, swirling the liquid in his glass as he looks down at you. “Well, there will be consequences.”

There was a beat of silence, the air in the room getting a twingle colder, your bare skin chilled under the Alpha’s icy glare. “Your antics today were one example of disappointing me. So, Let’s test your obedience now, puppy. Open your mouth.”

You stared at him as he looked expectantly at you. There was no thrall over you. He hadn’t commanded you. You didn’t want to do as he said, but the heavy burden of possible repercussions weighed heavy on your shoulders. Was fighting even worth it?

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, your nails digging into your thighs as you presented to him. Nick hummed in approval, taking a swig of his drink before he reached down, thumb pressing down on your tongue so your mouth opened wider for him. It made your jaw ache, and you wanted to do nothing more than cower away.

You were preparing yourself to bite him, building up the courage to fight back against the bulky Alpha. The expectation of him using your mouth for pleasure had your lip turning up in disgust, your teeth baring to him.

Right as you’d built up the gall to do it, jaw ready to snap closed around his digit, Nick caught you off guard when he poured the contents of his drink straight into your awaiting mouth.

The sudden burn of the whiskey made you cough and splutter, momentarily drowning in the hard alcohol as your throat struggled to swallow without inhaling the drink straight into your lungs.

“You seemed thirsty, puppy.” Nick mused, removing his thumb so you could heave properly. You fell to your hands, wiping your mouth as you finally regained your breath.

As the burn started to satiate from your throat the warmth began blooming in your chest, the strength of the alcohol quickly invading your body and making you woozy. Your eyes scrunched closed as you sat back into your kneeling position. You never drank, so the feeling of lightheadedness was entirely foreign. And you hated it. You hated the way you could feel yourself losing control of your body.

Nick was taking everything from you. And you couldn’t stop him. It was a battle that was weighted against you from the start.

With a light chuckle, Nick refilled his glass, taking a sip before running his fingers over your whiskey stained lips. “Open, Omega.”

It felt like your stomach did a flip at the thought of more alcohol. “I- I’ll be sick. Please. I don’t want it.”

Nick’s expression hardened, a deep rumble coming from his chest. “First and last warning, puppy. I didn’t ask for your opinion. I told you to open your fucking mouth.”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, almost drawing blood as you whimpered. Nick growled as you kept your mouth closed, his hand gripping your chin in a painfully tight hold, the rings on his fingers cold against your face. “Fine. We’ll play this game. Open your mouth nice and wide for me, Omega. And say ahh like a good puppy.”

When his hand let go the Alpha command took hold, tears brimming and beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your jaw moved of its own volition, a force bigger than your own making your mouth open wide for the Alpha towering above you.

You hated the ‘ahh’ that was forced from your throat as your body complied with the Alpha’s wishes, the tears beginning to flow more steadily.

The laugh that came from Nick was pure sneer as he cupped your cheek, giving it a few gentle taps with his palm. “That’s better. Don’t make me ask like that again or you’ll be sleeping in the fucking crate.”

Your eyes glanced at the cage that sat at the foot of the bed. Oh. It wasn’t for the dogs. It was for you.

You didn’t have much time to think as more whiskey was poured into your mouth. Nick let it flow slower this time, using his free hand to plug your nose so you had to swallow it all, despite the fiery feeling in your throat that travelled all the way down to your stomach and bloomed through your body.

Nick smiled as he finished, downing the small amount of liquid left. “Good girl. You must be really thirsty for some water, right puppy?” He contemplated with a devious spark, picking up a bottle of water as you looked at it with a salivating mouth.

He was right. You were really fucking thirsty. The alcohol had your mouth dry and entire being parched.

Haziness that had started to overtake you had the room becoming a bit wonky and unstable, but at least the radiating pain of your sore muscles and cuts was starting to subside. The agony in your heart had even begun to ease as your body was forcibly calmed.

“Yes. M’want some wa— water, please.” You were still a little breathless as your words came out unintentionally slurred.

Nick tutted, holding the bottle of water right in front of you, swinging it nonchalantly. “What was that puppy? I couldn’t understand you.”

“C-Can I please have some- some water? I’m so— I’m so thirsty.” Somehow your words were even more inebriated as you swayed in your spot on the floor, Nick’s smirking face becoming a little more obscure in your vision.

“Mm, still can’t understand you, Omega. Sounds like you should address your Alpha and beg if you want his attention.” He was closer to you now. Squatting in front of your kneeling form with the water bottle in hand. “Put your hands up like a puppy too.”

“Alpha.. Can I please have— have some water, please?” No amount of alcohol could have stopped the pure humiliation you felt as you raised your hands in front of you, like a puppy raising its paws.

“Good girl. Yes you can. But I bet a dumb little puppy like you wouldn’t be able to drink from a bottle right now. You’d spill it everywhere and that would be such a waste. It’s a good thing your Alpha has just the idea for you.” His words flowed through your ears but you didn’t actually process what he was saying until he poured some of the water into his palm and held it to your mouth. “Drink up, pup.”

Any dignity you had was washed away by the buzzing in your system, your hindbrain controlling most of your decision making as you let out a soft whimper. You would be horrified to see yourself as you leant forward, hands holding onto Nick’s arm as you lapped the water from his palm.

You let out a sigh of relief when he refilled his hand, allowing you to drink more water from him. The clear liquid helped to ease some of the pain in your throat and stomach, the queasiness quelling a little with each run of your tongue through the aqua.

Nick continued until the bottle of water was finished, and you could see his cock hardening between his legs as you drank. You hiccuped as you felt brimming with liquid, your stomach swirling like a bilious storm.

“What do you say when your Alpha does something kind for you, Omega?” The anticipative smirk Nick gave you made your stomach turn over on itself again, knowing he was enjoying every moment of toying with you, seeing how far you’d go.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely higher than a whisper, your breath turning bated as you waited for the Alpha’s next move.

Nick let out a disapproving croon, tipping the water bottle over your head so the last trickle of water drizzled into your hair and down your face. You looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at the water dribbled down and mixed with your fallen tears.

When you remained silent, Nick yanked your hair, tilting your head back as his face got close to yours with a snarl.

“Th-Thank you, Alpha.”

You were still rocking unstabily in your position, and when Nick picked you up from your armpits you had to rely on his strength to hold you up. Your legs had gone to sleep from sitting in the same position for so long, and painful pins and needles deep in your muscles, causing you to whine as he held you.

Nick hoisted your body onto the plush grey sheets with ease, lying you on your back as he admired your form. “It’s almost cruel how beautiful you are, Omega. Just look at you.”

His praise fell on deaf ears as the exhaustion threatened to take hold of you again, the comfort of the bed drawing you closer to peaceful doze. It felt like lying on clouds, but as Nick’s form settled between your legs, you realised you were far from heaven.

“No time for sleep, puppy. Not yet.” His hands roamed over your body, the coolness of his rings leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paid particular attention to your breasts, his dark orbs watching as he palmed them, kneading the supple flesh in his grip.

Nick licked his lips before he leaned down to press a wet kiss to the swell of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch as you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation rising in your core. The alcohol had dampened your anxiety and left you with just arousal as your nipples hardened under his teasing touches.

A moan spilled past your lips as his tongue ran across your hardened bud, swirling around it as his hand began tweaking your other hardened peak. Scorching desire started to build in you as Nick began sucking, seemingly taking great pleasure in making your hips squirm against the bed as you couldn’t help but make noises for him.

As he continued his ministrations, Nick angled his erection between your folds, slowly sliding himself along your wetness and up your stomach.

Nick swapped sides, giving both tits equal attention with his mouth and hands as he thrusted along your pussy lips. Your skin glistened with his spit as he started getting more and more animated, sucking and touching harder, gravelled groans coming from him as it almost started to hurt. The fine line between pleasure and pain was getting blurred as your wetness threatened to drip down onto the bed below.

You saw the same look on Nick’s face as before he lost control and bit you while in the bath, causing you to try and writhe away. His hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as his erection lay hot and heavy on your glistening cunt. There was only a split second before Nick bared his teeth and bit the top of your left breast.

It hurt so good as his canines pierced your skin, the Alpha possessively marking you. The world was still groggy and when you tried to push Nick off your arms had no strength in them, the Alpha not budging at all when he finally let his jaw go slack.

“I just can’t control myself around you.” Nick husked as he moved his lips to your arm. You howled as he bit again, leaving another mark. The room became filled with your cries for him to stop as Nick moved his mouth all over your body, covering you with bites and nips.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as he moved lower, dizziness overtaking you when you tried to sit up. Nick’s hand easily pushed you back down onto the bed before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Despite all the pain your cunt clenched around nothing as your heady arousal grew.

It was wrong. You shouldn’t enjoy this. So why did being claimed by the Prime Alpha feel so fucking good? It was as if with each clench of his jaw pure dopamine was pumped into your system, your hindbrain finding comfort in knowing it was okay, your Alpha was there.

Your mating gland remained unmarked as Nick regained control of himself, his shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath as his cock stood proud between his legs.

The pure size and girth of it should have scared you, but your hindbrain replaced your fear with a lusted whine. “You like what you see, puppy? Want to be torn apart by your Alphas cock?”

An internal struggle began as you shook your head. No— You didn’t want it. But the pulsing need between your legs indicated otherwise as the intoxication warped your mind.

Nick smirked as his fingers dipped into your slit, collecting your juices on his fingers before holding them up in front of you. “If you don’t want it, then why are you so fucking wet?”

You could smell yourself on his fingers as he brought the digits to your face, nudging your lips open with a soft command, “suck them clean.”

Impatient, Nick let an Alpha command out, revelling in the way you opened your mouth to hungrily suck his fingers, not leaving a spot untouched by your tongue as you let out little uncontrollable yips. “Good puppy. You deserve a reward, and your Alpha can’t wait any longer.”

Nick lined his cock up to your entrance, giving his hard length a few pumps before breaching your tight hole. He let himself sink in at an excruciatingly slow space, letting out a long groan until he reached his hilt and he was fully sheathed by your wet walls.

It hurt, the stretch near unbearable, but the moment Nick started moving the pain quickly turned into overwhelming sparks of pleasure that travelled through your whole body and had your back arching.

The pleasure was like nothing you’d ever felt before as Nick speared into you, his scent just growing stronger in your senses as strings of moans sounded from you, mixing in with his animalistic groans.

“Fuck, oh god, that’s it Omega. Fuck, you’ve got such a tight little cunt. Such a dumb slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond as he started snapping his hips harder, your body jolting with each punishing thrust that had you gripping into the sheets below.

“Fucking dirty slut. Tell me I’m the best cock you’ve ever had,” Nick’s hand slid up your body to rest on your neck, beginning to put pressure down on your airways. “Tell me I’m better than James.”

The mention of his name had you quickly shedding tears with hiccuped sobs that mixed in with your mewls.

Nick didn’t slow his pace as his fingers tightened around your neck, and for a moment you considered not responding just to see if he’d choke you to death. But the logic in you knew he wouldn’t. He wanted you and there was no escaping that.

With each drag of his cock against your slick walls your resolve faltered more, the lack of oxygen making you feel euphoric. “Tell me.” You could barely make the words out between his growled huffs of breath.

And when Nick angled his cock to hit your g-spot you fell down the rabbit hole of pure pleasure.

“You— You’re the best cock I’ve ever had. B-Better… Better than James.” Anyone who knew you would know the voice that came from you wasn’t you. But Nick didn’t seem to care as he grinned proudly, his trusts moving even faster against your sweet spot.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you gripped onto Nick’s arms hard enough to leave crescent marks on his skin as he just didn’t stop. His unrelenting pace had a tortuous pressure building in your abdomen.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Cum for me, Omega.” Nick pressed his hand onto your stomach so he could feel himself fucking you, making the pressure of him inside you even more intense.

Your entire body started to go taut as the raucous rapture had your cunt clenching around Nick, your mind allowing you sweet indulgence as you came with a cry. The release was like being on cloud nine, your pleasure and anguish melding into one as you let it all go, the pillow below you dampened with your tears.

“Shit, puppy, look at you creaming on my cock. Squeezing me like a fucking vice. Fuck, gonna make me fucking breed your cunt like a bitch in heat.” Nick’s words kept flowing as he flipped you onto all fours, pushing your face down into the mattress as he pounded in harder and harder until you could feel his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.

Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more full his knot just kept growing, stretching you further than you thought humanly possible as he locked himself in place. “Fuck, oh god, fuck I’m gonna to cum, I can’t hold it. My filthy slut, gonna stuff you full of me. Breed you so deep you’ll feel me dripping out for days.”

Nick collapsed over you as his hips stuttered and rolled, his cock buried deep. You felt him pulsate before his release started spilling inside you, the bulge at his base stopping any from leaking out as your eyes rolled back from the sensation of fullness.

“You’re mine. All of you. Give me it all.” You could feel his panting breaths against your neck as the cum finally seemed to stop, but there was no rest as Nick’s teeth grazed along your mating gland, rasped breaths against your ear that became silenced as Nick bit into your mating spot.

“No!” Your cry did nothing as you felt everything change.

Despite your intoxication, your vision cleared and your head became less clouded. Your senses heightened as Nick’s smell enveloped you like a warm hug, his presence alone calming you. Any thoughts of self-harm dissipated as you wouldn’t want to upset your Alpha, and the thought of James became less painful than before, you have an Alpha now, anyone else doesn’t matter. You felt a sense of adoration for Beck and Mace for taking such good care of your Alpha and you felt pure love for the three dogs that stood by your Alpha’s side.

The home that you hated didn’t feel lifeless anymore. Because Nick was there. And Nick made everything better. You’d live in a cardboard box if he told you, because he made everything okay.

Your entire being was overpowered by Nick. Your Alpha. As the bond took hold. And when Nick let your neck go and you glanced back you could see the way his gaze had changed for you too. The harshness was still there, but there was a hint of something new. He cared for you. And nothing could make a mob boss weaker than caring for someone.

It was dangerous territory for both of you, but you couldn’t find yourself caring as Nick moved you so you could lie on his inked chest, his knot holding you together.

You were deathly tired. You had been on a roller coaster since Nick entered your life, and now it was coming to a stop the exhaustion was severe.

Tears kept falling and you didn’t know why anymore. The sorrow in your heart was slowly being overtaken through your bond, leaving you with sadness you no longer understood.

You could feel Nick’s own fatigue through the bond, his emotions wrought as well. Your hand ran over his abs and rested on his chest by your head. You could feel the steady beating of his heart and the momentum lulled you closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

“Rest, Omega.” The richness to Nick’s voice had you relaxing further, snuggling against him as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

Your mind was still going through a whirlwind of changing emotions, but as you closed your eyes the blackness that filled your vision quickly pulled you into lethargic slumber.

When you woke up, the sweet smell of pancakes hit you. It was nice. Homely almost. Almost.

You knew Nick wasn’t there before you even opened your eyes, his warmth gone and the bond feeling further away. But you could still feel his presence with you, reminding you who owned you, his scent still forefront in your senses.

It’s okay. Alpha isn’t far.

You squeaked when you opened your eyes and saw Beck sitting at the foot of the bed, quickly making sure the covers were over your naked form.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already seen it all. Nick had me check your wounds while you were asleep,” Beck’s words came out softly, a plate of perfectly round pancakes topped with berries and maple syrup in his hands. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Beck laughed, moving to put the pancakes and utensils in your lap, eyes lingering on your mating bite. “He got you pretty deep. That’ll scar nicely. I’m happy for him, finding an Omega of his own.”

It was as if he was thinking aloud rather than speaking to you, and when he pulled back you took the chance to thank him for the food before beginning to eat. Having only had whiskey and water the day prior, the spongy goodness was amazing.

Beck moved to the closet, disappearing for a few minutes as you ate all the food on your plate, enjoying the moment of solace where you couldn’t hear anything except the shuffling of hangers and birds chirping outside.

The bond had settled, the feeling of connection with Nick not as strong, and it allowed some of the harboured feelings towards the Alpha to resurface.

You placed the plate by the bedside, choosing to forgo modesty so you could gaze out the window. You could see the backyard, and it was nice, until you looked at the barn. It looked nondescript, but knowing what it contained put a pit in your stomach. You wondered if the Omegas in there were awake. Had they been given breakfast? Were they being treated nicely? You highly doubted they were treated to pancakes.

Beck returning to the room cut your thoughts short, your brows furrowing when you saw what was in his hands. A stunning dress and heels were placed on the bed, along with a modestly sized makeup bag. You remained wordless, simply looking at the items as if they would grow sentient. You felt entirely out of place.

“Boss wants you dressed and downstairs within thirty minutes. You’ve got an event to attend.”

“And if I say no?” Your words were sharp, an attitude coming from you despite the humiliation of standing naked in front of a man you didn’t know.

Beck sighed, crossing his arms. “You’re a smart woman. You know he won’t take disobedience lightly.”

You knew Nick would be able to feel your emotions through the bond, but you couldn’t help it. With a huff you brushed past Beck and moved to the bathroom so you could shower. It was even more enraging seeing all your favourite products already there. Although your hindbrain interpreted it as your Alpha caring for you, you knew he was a horrible person. That barn was evidence enough.

As you showered you thought about the night before. You were mad at yourself for not fighting back harder. But you knew you were in no position to. Nick had made sure of that when he forced whiskey down your throat.

With a groan you rested your head against the shower wall, letting the hot water flow over you.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t wash Nick’s hold away. You turned to look in the reflection of the glass door, lips pursing at the sight. Bites covered your entire body, small bruises and cuts joining the marks. You looked like a mess. And you were.

Your fingers idly ran over your wrists, the skin still irritated from where the zip ties had sliced your flesh.

A knock on the door told you’d been in the shower too long and so you made quick work of drying off and returning to the bedroom. The sun was reflecting golden hues into the room and it made you realise it was actually afternoon. You’d slept longer than you thought, not that time seemed to matter much anymore anyway. You had nowhere to be except for where Nick wanted you.

Beck held the dress out so you could step into it, gentle touches moving your hair out of the way so he could zip it up from the back. The lack of underwear had you frowning as the dress fitted around your body.

You tried to protest when Beck held out the shoes for you to slip into, but he just rolled his eyes and took your ankle to guide your foot in. The heels were higher than you’d ever worn before, and it felt like being drunk all over again as you found your balance in them.

When you made your way to the full length mirror you were speechless. The dress was stunning. A dark velvet emerald bodice showed off your curves, while the short sleeves sat off your shoulders, making your bitten skin visible to the whole room. The dress filtered out into an a-line figure, tulle flowing down your legs, but there was a distinct slit that would show your marked legs as you walked.

It seemed Nick intended on showing you off to anyone who so much as glanced your way.

Beck stood and watched as you put minimal makeup on. You never wore it before now, and you had no intention of actually trying to learn for the Alpha. He seemed to have no problem with it when he mated you anyway.

“One more thing.” Beck took a box out of his suit jacket, opening it to show you an opulent diamond collar that sparkled gorgeously in the afternoon light.

It was exquisite, and fit for a princess. But you didn’t want to be Nick’s princess. Not when your kingdom was built on the bodies of trafficked Omegas.

You watched in the mirror as Beck secured the jewels around your neck, the weight of gems a heavy burden you now bore.

When he’d finished, Beck held out his arm, but you shook your head and started walking behind him without his help. However, when you almost stacked it halfway out the bedroom door you decided to take him up on his offer.

Beck led you down the hallway until you reached the main staircase, walking you down with slow steps so you didn’t fall.

As you got to the bottom he left you there, allowing you to take in the sights of the large open plan living room and kitchen. It was immaculate. And part of you wanted to move one of the art pieces out of place just to see if Nick would even notice.

The sight of Apollo, Hermes and Icarus asleep together in the living room had the corners of your lips quirking up slightly. Alpha’s dogs. He loves them, like he loves you.

“Omega.”

Nick’s deep voice had you turning to look at him. You hated how attractive he looked in a dark velvet suit that matched the colour of your dress. He looked just as picture perfect as the rest of his home. Behind him you could see Mace and Beck coming out of the mansion’s enormous office, locking the door behind them.

“You look stunning, puppy.” Nick ran his hand down your back, resting at your lower back as he began guiding you towards the front door and outside towards his awaiting car.

“Thank you..” There wasn’t much sincerity in your words but Nick seemed too caught up looking at you in the dress and collar to care.

Mace opened the car door for you, giving you a small smirk as he helped you get your long dress into the car before he moved to get into the driver's seat.

Nick sat next to you, his hand running over your bare arm, admiring his work on your skin.

You felt wholly uncomfortable as Beck got in the passenger seat and the car started moving. You didn’t know where you were going, and you felt too emotionally exhausted to care.

Nick was happy, you could feel it through the bond, and that seemed to be enough for now. If he was happy maybe he’d leave you alone for the most part.

The drive wasn’t long, but Nick’s lingering touches and closeness as he replied to various messages on his phone made it feel like a century.

You watched out the window as you pulled into an estate, the car pulling up in front of an old Victorian style building where a valet service was waiting. It was easy to follow the motions as you were guided out of the car and had your arm looped together with Nick’s.

Just before you were due to enter Nick leant down to your ear, whispering, “be on your best behaviour puppy, or I will fucking tear you apart and show you how bad I can really be.”

Chills ran down your spine as you entered the building. The inside was even more impressive than the outside, every embellishment possible shown in the dimly lit space. There were at least a hundred people milling about socially, and nearly all of them turned to look at you and Nick upon your entrance.

Your breathing stopped under the leering gazes of a lot of Alphas, and some Betas. As you scanned the room you realised not only were you the only female. You were the only Omega. Anxiety shot through you and you were ready to bolt, but a soft coo in your ear had you coming back to reality. “You’re mine. Don’t worry, they’re not here for you.”

You didn’t understand but you couldn’t help but trust your Alpha as he led you into the room, a waiter bringing him a bourbon and when they tried to offer you champagne Nick turned them away with a smile. “I only want you drinking it when I can feed it to you. Plus, I need you sober to see my work.”

“Your work?” You frowned, letting Nick continue to guide you towards a small group of men.

“Since you’re my Omega it’s important to know what your Alpha does for work. That way when I rant to you after a stressful day you understand, and can help me relax. Think of this as a test of your obedience.”

You wanted to ask more but Nick brought you to the group of men who all recognised him with a grin.

“Nick! Well well well, I thought I’d never see an Omega on your arm. She’s beautiful.” The Alpha with caramel brown hair commented, his light blue suit standing out against the rest.

“Eyes off, Charles. She’s my mate, not just an Omega.” Nick spoke in jest, but you could hear the underlying threat.

“I can fucking see that, look at the marks on her.” Another Alpha, a brunette wearing a cable knit sweater spoke, eyeing your mating gland in particular.

“Like you can talk Ransom, have you seen some of the Omegas you’ve ripped into?” Your attention was turned again as a man with soft looking dark brown hair spoke. His smile was charismatic and you found yourself charmed by his presence. Maybe it was mostly his Beta scent that put you at ease.

“C’mon Steve. You literally cut into your Omegas so you can’t give me shit.” Ransom quipped, all the men laughing at a joke you obviously weren’t clued into.

Nick kept you close as they all kept talking, no one acknowledging your existence past the occasional glance in your direction.

It wasn’t long until the waiters returned, this time handing out numbered paddles to everyone except Nick.

You watched as Steve was given the number 7, Ransom was given 15, and Charles was given 45.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to Nick in a moment of quiet as the men we’re busy moving to another room.

“You’ll see, pup.”

Nick led you into the next room, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as it was even more dimly lit. There were chairs all facing a stage, the various men taking their seats as you wanted to do nothing more than run away.

Your feet moved as your mind screamed to run as Nick moved to the front seats that had reserved signs. When you sat next to Nick, Mace sat on your other side so you were boxed in with nowhere to go.

You waited with bated breath until a suited man stood at the podium on the side of the stage, various attendants standing around the room with tablets in their hands. Your brows furrowed in confusion before the dots started to connect, your jaw dropping in shock as you realised what was happening.

The first Omega was brought to the stage, clearly dazed and barely clothed. It was as if your body was frozen as you watched the bidding start. It was a whirlwind, and it wasn’t until the seventh girl that your heart started pumping again. She was the one from the missing poster, the one you’d seen in the cage.

Her blonde hair flowed down her back, skin barely covered by a navy camisole as she seemed like a deer in headlights. An attendant held her front and centre, and you could see the way she stood unsteady on her feet, as if she hadn’t been allowed to move for days.

You tried to stand, to stop the madness, but Nick and Mace held you down firmly to your seat with a hushed scowl.

“We’ve got quite the beauty here. She comes from a military family, so she knows authority. She’s a kind soul. Even offered up her food for the younger Omegas. A non-virgin, so we’ll start the bidding at $25,000.”

You watched in horror as paddles were raised by the men in the room bid in increasing increments, and as the price rose the bidding started to die down until there was one man left.

“Sold to gentleman 36 for $115,000.”

You looked over your shoulder as other Alpha’s were congratulating the winning bidder. A sickened whine bubbled from your throat at the sight of the winner, other Alpha’s turning their heads to look at you. But you didn’t pay them any attention. All you saw was Sheriff Bodecker, chuffed with a large grin.

That fucking bastard knew the whole time. He could have saved you. Saved these girls. But there he stood, erection clear through his uniform slacks as his dilated eyes watched as his omega was escorted off the stage.

Nick soothed you through the bond, your sounds dying down as he forced through a calming vibe that had your shoulders relaxing into the seat.

The soothing calmed you for a short while until the tenth Omega was brought to the stage. She was adorable, a small Omega that was sniffling as tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cower to cover up her scantily clad figure, her only coverage a lavender lingerie set. The girl shivered with each hiccuped cry, her wispy black hair falling to cover some of her horrified expression. The poor girl.

“We’ve got a special Omega here as number ten. An international student from the Philippines. We acquired her and her roommate, number 18. She was studying medicine so she’s very intelligent, and this little one is a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

The room became animated with bids, and you could hear Ransom’s paddle, 15, being called out along with another man's. Number 51. The two of them battled out, the price getting higher and higher until Ransom relented.

“Sold to gentleman 51 for $240,000.”

You felt Mace chuckling next to you before he moved behind you to whisper to Nick. “So, Freezy finally brought an Omega.”

“About fucking time,” Nick muttered, fingers idly running along your neck as he checked the sale prices on his phone.

You wanted it to end. But there seemed to be no finale in sight as another Omega was brought out.

This poor girl was sobbing the most out of all the others. Her frame shook with each wail as an attendant held her up, the man moving her soft blonde hair out of her face so it was visible to the room.

“A real sweet treat we have here. She’s not a virgin, but she does have quite the innocence in those blue eyes, doesn’t she? An immigrant from Ireland, so she’s got a bit of spark. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

Nausea sat heavy in your throat as the bidding began once again. Your own tears started flowing, mascara running down your cheeks as you watched the girl sob in fear.

“Sold to gentleman 45 for $155,000.”

You’d been so focused on her you hadn’t paid attention. But you recognised that paddle number. Charles.

The girl was whisked away and replaced with another. This Omega was different though. She didn’t seem afraid, a stern look on her face. She seemed angry. It was a polar opposite to the Omega’s before her. Her black dress barely covered her body, but it showed off her amazing physique and lush coiled black hair. The Omega’s arms were tied behind her back, and she had two attendants with her instead of one.

“A bit of French fire for you gentleman. She’s a force to be reckoned with, but it will make the taming even more fun. A challenge, if you will. We haven’t been able to get close enough to determine sexual status, she’s a bit too violent. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

There were less voices when the bidding started, but it seemed that the parties that were interested wanted to fight for the Omega.

“Omega 13 sold to gentleman 66 for $190,000.”

Nick raised a brow, scoffing under his breath. “Of course Chase wants the violent one.”

When the next Omega came out you wanted to run and hug her. Taking small steps, the girl came out with her hands tied behind her back and a black muzzle fitted to her face like a feral animal.

“Nick, you can’t be serious.” You gasped, hissing in pain when Nick pulled your hair.

“What the fuck did you just call me? I don’t want to hear another word from you until the auction is finished,” Nick growled, and the command was quick to take effect, your lips closing as your voice was unable to come out.

“This one comes with a warning. She bites. This is the roommate for Omega 10, a Philippines student. But while the other one was quite the good little girl, this one thrives on a bit of trouble. And to make it better, she’s a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

Quite a few Alpha’s became interested in the Omega, a war starting for the girl. You wanted to open your mouth and scream, but your jaw reamined wired shut under the Alpha’s command, even when you strained your muscles painfully.

As the Omega was sold to Steve, the man you had seen earlier, Nick noticed your writhing as you kept trying to open your mouth.

“You really want to be disobedient, don’t you Omega?” Your focus bore heavy on Nick as the next Omega was brought out to the stage. If looks could kill, Nick would be dead. You huffed through your nose as you felt his irritation irk between the bond.

You stared right into his eyes, challenging him. The Alpha didn’t back down, his phone discarded in his lap as his lids narrowed.

“We’ve got a stunning Puerto Rican veterinary nurse here. She’s always caring, and will be great for someone requiring a lot of attention. Virgin, so the bidding starts at $50,000.” The voice of the auctioneer drawled on in the background as people began bidding again, but the staring match between you and Nick continued despite the events in the background.

Your chest seized with panic, the stress of the auction, the inability to speak, the exasperation you could feel through the bond - it was all becoming too much. The anxiety that began pumping through you had your breath quickening the room became hazy with your unshed tears. Pure shattering dread overtook you as you began to break out into a cold, shaky sweat.

When the Omega was sold to the man in the sweater, Ransom, you broke the stare to flee from the room. Mace and Beck, distracted by the events of the auction, missed grabbing onto you as you fled, but it didn’t matter much as Nick was close enough to be breathing down your neck behind you.

“Omega, stop.” Nick commanded as you made it out of the auction room.

You could barely hear him over your hyperventilating breaths as your feet slid to a stop, your legs wobbling under the frailty of your heels.

“Fucking hell, did you have to work yourself up so much? I can feel it all. Alright, you can open your mouth.”

The moment your muscles relaxed a sob escaped you as your mouth opened, sharp pain in the sides of your face from the strain. “How could you? How could you think I would be okay with this?”

“You don’t have to be okay with it. But consider it a reminder.” Nick pointed to the closed doors, expression tight. “This was supposed to be your fate, but I changed that. I saved you from that destiny. You could have it a lot fucking worse. You should be thanking me it’s not you up on that stage tonight.”

A scoff fell past your lips, feet still unable to move as Nick circled you. “You may have control over my body, Nick. But you will never own me. And I will never be thankful to you. I’d rather be dead than be mated to you.”

Nick grabbed your scruff from behind, squeezing your skin so your legs gave way and you collapsed to the ground. With a sigh, he took out a clamp from his pocket, securing it to the back of your neck so you remained unable to move. “I appreciate your energy, Omega. But you’ll see, I own all of you. Bad puppies like you just need some weaning before they’re ready for training.”

Nick’s hand ran along your body, feeling the fabric of your dress as his hand cupped your bare cunt as you let out a distressed high whine. “I could take you right here. Wait until all the Alpha’s are coming out and fuck you right in front of them. And you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, puppy. I might even let them use that mouth of yours.”

Mace and Beck came out of the auction room, both looking with wide eyes at your crumpled form on the ground as Nick’s threats were cut off. “Ah, perfect. Take her back and put her in the crate. I need to finish here.” Nick glanced at them before grabbing your face with his hands. “I’ll see you at home puppy. You better be ready to apologise for your antics when I get back.”

A low mewl left you as Mace picked you up, tailing Beck as they brought you back to Nick’s car. They were gentle with you, but didn’t remove the clamp from your neck despite your woeful cries the whole car ride back. Mace turned the deep bass of the music up to drown out your sounds as you lay across the back seat.

It was hard to form words in this state, but you still managed a few desperate howls for help as the car got closer and closer to your personal prison, Nick’s home. Your mind wandered to the other Omegas. What would become of them now? You hated to admit it, but their chances of survival seemed much more slim than yours.

These Alphas, so desperate for control and power, you feared to think of the lengths they would go for an adrenaline rush. The things they would do to their Omegas were, daresay, unspeakable

It all seemed like a game. A game you and all of your peers were losing.

Beck took you out of the car, carrying you up the stairs, past the dogs who looked at you curiously, and into the master bedroom.

“You should just do what he says, Omega. It will be much easier for you.” Beck spoke softly as he navigated your body into the crate, lying you down on the blankets that covered the hard base and pushing the fabric of your dress into the confines. There was no real cushioning, and you could already imagine how sore your joints were going to be after a few hours of being cramped in the same position.

Beck took the clip off your neck and locked the cage door, giving you a sympathetic look as you just cried.

You mourned the loss of James, the loss of your life, the loss of everything you knew.

Beck turned the light off as he left the room, covering everything with a shroud of darkness, the only source of light from the moon.

You turned in the dress, tulle all around you as you cuddled into the foetal position on your side.

The room was silent, just the rustling of the trees outside audible.

Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers resting against the diamond collar and deep mating mark.

As the cold evening air settled over your skin, your resolve was set. Your Alpha would not break you.

Deft fingers danced over the collar, fiddling with the gems that embellished it. It had become looser after the clamp on your neck had damaged it slightly. Instinctually you pulled the collar tighter so you would feel its presence against your windpipe. It was comforting, as if Nick was there, giving you a comforting touch. Your tight chest eased just a little.

It was then you realised there was only one problem in your plan. Nick Fowler had already won.

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

Masterlist for my Mace-Verse

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

Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader

Word Count: 2300

Summary: When you’re locked in the bio lab with the broody engineer who’s been making your heart beat faster for the past six months, he finally lets down his guard, allowing you to see a different side to him.

Warnings: A little bit of angst/yelling. Enemies to lovers type beat because Mace is always moody and angry. Fluff, softness. Inaccurate descriptions of botany? I don’t know much about plants lmao but I tried.

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

Gif was made by yours truly

It’s been six months since Icarus II left earth, and you’re gradually starting to adjust to your new-found environment.

It’s strange, being locked in a giant metal box at all hours of the day, and it feels even stranger to look out the window and watch as earth slowly fades in away in the distance.

You’re so grateful for the opportunity to be here, knowing how important your work is for the future of mankind. But you also miss earth.

That big, snow covered globe is what you call home. It has your friends and family on it, the people you love. And even though you decided to go on this mission, knowing full well that you would be gone for four years, you still miss them.

Maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were closer with your team mates.

To be fair, you’ve bonded with some of them; Cory and Cassie are sweet and caring, and they routinely check in on you, knowing that you’re the youngest member of the team and how hard it was for you to make the decision to leave your siblings and parents behind.

You’ve bonded with a few of the guys, too. Capa is a sweetheart, he sometimes even brings you along when he does the simulations for the payload and lets you watch, especially if he knows you’re having a rough day.

Searle, Trey, Kaneda and Harvey are also very nice, although you’ve had a harder time bonding with them, probably because you’re a lot younger and you don’t really have much in common with them.

And then there’s Mace.

James Mace, the brooding, angry engineer of the ship, who always acts like someone stepped on his pinky toe.

He’s just so... Moody. That’s the only way to describe it. He’ll be in a bad mood as soon as he wakes up and it’s not just because he’s grumpy in the mornings. No, James Mace is grumpy all day long and it’s exhausting.

Not to mention it’s impossible to get to know a person like that, they simply won’t let you.

Which is a shame because from the first moment you laid your eyes on him, you’ve been infatuated by him.

You knew the moment you saw him; your first thought was how beautiful he was, and how it really wasn’t fair.

It’s not fair that his eyes are so blue, or that his jawline is so chiseled. It’s not fair, the way his back arches when he stands upright, pulling your attention to the muscles moving under the thin fabric of his shirts. It’s not fair that his arms bulge whenever he moves them around, usually because he’s yelling at someone animatedly because they did something he didn’t like.

And it’s really not fair that you have to spend four years cooped up in a metal container next to him and not act on your urges.

But from the very first day on Icarus II, you also knew that whatever confusing feelings you had, whatever sparkling electricity you felt whenever he looked at you, it was clearly one sided.

That’s been clear since the very first day, because ever since then, he’s been nothing but mean.

You’re working in the lab, tending to some of the plants that you’ve pulled out of the Garden because they needed some extra care, when a voice draws your attention.

“Hey, Icarus notified me that I need to adjust some of the settings for the cooling system in here.”

You turn your gaze towards him, your eyes dropping to how his broad chest moves with every breath, just for a moment.

When you look back up at him, his eyes meeting yours, he has an unreadable expression on his face.

You give him a quick nod before turning your eyes back to the plant in front of you, gently stroking the leaves as you spray it with water.

Mace stands there for a moment, watching how your fingers delicately touch the green leaves on the plant in front of you, before turning towards the Garden.

“Okay, then..” he mumbles to himself as he leaves the lab and walks through the glass door, entering the simulated space filled with plants and flowers, adeptly called the Garden.

He doesn’t want to think about your reaction too much, or why you’re always so distant towards him. Part of him already knows why; he’s been pushing you away since day one and he can’t blame you for reacting accordingly.

“How did this happen?!” He yells, his angry glare pointed at you, “What did you do?!”

“I-” You stutter, looking at him wide-eyed, “I-I don’t know, I made a mistake, I guess, it wasn’t-”

“You touched something!” He yells, gesturing towards the cooling system in the Garden, “Didn’t you?!”

“N-no,” you stutter again, glancing towards your teammates as they run into the lab, reacting to the loud yelling, “No, I-I removed a plant, and, I don’t know, maybe it hit-”

“God damn it!” He yells, “Do you realize what could have happened if I hadn’t seen this by accident?!”

You cower at his loud voice, feeling the tears starting to brim in your eyes as you look at him, unable to respond.

“Well?! Do you?!”

“Mace!” Kenada yells, “Stop that, you’re scaring her.”

“She should be scared!” He yells back, “Could have damn near killed us all if I hadn’t been able to fix this in time!”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper meekly as Cassie walks closer, putting an arm around you.

“Yeah, you should be sorry!” He says before turning around and storming out of the lab with a huff.

“He’s just a grump, it’s alright,” Cassie says as a tear trickles down your cheek, “Don’t take it personally.”

“It was an accident,” you whisper, looking towards the cooling system before your eyes move back to where his broad back is disappearing down the hall.

He’s felt terrible ever since that day. It was right at the beginning, only about a week into the mission, and his emotions had bubbled up.

He wasn’t really angry at you; he knew that. But he was frustrated, and scared, and part of him realizes now why he took it out on you.

Because he knew that if something really had happened, if he hadn’t caught it, the fire would have started in the lab. The lab you spend practically all of your time in.

And the fire would have taken you first. And even back then, during that first week of being on the ship, that thought terrified him - it shook him to the core.

And that feeling hasn’t faded since.

But he also knows there’s no way for him to fix it, now. He’s ruined it before it even had a chance to start. And he just has to accept that.

Mace makes his way to the cooling system and gets to work on it while you stand in the lab, tending to a plant as your gaze flicks up once in a while, watching him move around, through the glass that separates you.

You can see his back muscles move and flex whenever he bends his arm, screwing and unscrewing the different nozzles to find out which one is causing the problem.

You’re halfway in a daze, caught up in the beauty of this brooding man before you, when the sound of the alarm pulls you out of it.

You barely have time to react.

The doors to enter the lab swiftly close, effectively locking you inside, and you watch as Mace runs towards the door to the Garden, rushing to make sure he doesn’t get locked in with all the plants.

He barely makes it through; the glass door brushes his t-shirt as it slides closed, his breathing quick and shallow as he looks at you.

Then his eyes turn towards the locked door to the lab and he grunts, “Damn it! We’re locked inside.”

He huffs out a breath and turns back to look at you, but you’re just standing there, wide eyed and confused.

He eyes you for a moment, holding your gaze as he says, “Icarus! Status report, what’s going on?”

“Emergency lockdown,” Icarus’ calm voice booms through the room, “Sunshield error.”

Mace sighs, catching his breath as he walks over to the communication screen, clicking on it a few times before he says, “Harvey, I’m locked in the bio lab. What’s happening?”

“Minor mishap,” you hear Harvey respond over the comms system, “There’s an error with the sunshields so we’re on temporary lockdown. Need you to stay put until it’s fixed.”

Mace groans, audibly annoyed by this information, before he mumbles out, “Fine, but you know where to find me if you need help.”

“Sure do,” Harvey says before disconnecting, and Mace leans against the wall and slumps to a sitting position.

You’re still standing next to the plant, touching the leaves unconsciously for comfort, as you look towards the locked door to the lab.

“It’s fine,” Mace suddenly says, making you jump a little, “It’s routine. Nothing to worry about.”

“I wasn’t worried..” You mumble, turning back to the plants on your table, “Just surprised..”

“Mhm, sure,” Mace responds, his fingers drumming on his knees impatiently as he sits on the floor of the lab.

You take a deep breath, feeling uneasy from being in such close proximity of him with no means of escape.

After a moment, his voice fills the silence again, his tone more gentle this time, “What are you doing?”

You furrow your brows, looking at him over your shoulder. When your eyes meet, you can feel your heart beating a little faster, and it makes you turn back to the safety of the plant.

“Tending to it,” you respond, your voice a quiet contrast to Mace’s deep one, “It needed extra care.”

“Why?” Mace asks and the question makes your brows furrow further.

You shrug, “It wasn’t doing so well.”

You don’t notice that he’s moved until you hear his voice right next to you, “What’s wrong with it?”

His close proximity startles you and you look up at him in surprise, realizing that you’re now standing shoulder to shoulder.

His eyes are on your fingers, holding the large leaf of the plant between them, before they lift to meet yours. He holds eye contact for a moment, his lips lifting into a small smile, before looking back down at the plant again.

“Looks fine to me,” he says, narrowing his eyes slightly.

You chuckle, your fingers delicately touching another leaf as you spray it with water, “Oh really?”

“Yeah,” he says, his smile widening a little as he looks up at you before looking back at the plant, “It’s green. And big. Isn’t that a good thing?”

That makes you giggle. You realize that most people don’t know much about the complexity of plants, and especially not ever since the earth practically froze over, but you find his words endearing.

Your giggle brings a smile to his face and he turns his head to look at you properly as he grins, “What? Did I say something stupid?”

You quickly shake your head, “No, no. Wasn’t stupid. Just kind of.. I don’t know, cute?”

Mace holds his grin as he looks at you, and your cheeks heat up a little when you realize what you just said. You quickly dart your attention back to the plant, clearing your throat.

“It was just.. sad. Plants are like people; they get sad and then they need some extra attention. And with a little bit of love and care, they feel better again,” you chirp, turning the plant to check that you’ve tended to it properly.

You don’t notice how Mace’s eyes lift to your face at your words, or how his smile slowly turns into a softer, gentler one as he looks at you.

“I didn’t realize that,” Mace quietly says, keeping his eyes on your face as you keep yours on the plant, “I thought they just needed water.”

“No, they need love and care, just like we all do. Without it, they fade out and die. At least, that’s what I believe.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and the low sound of his voice makes you glance at him.

“Yeah,” you say, your eyes locking with his. You spend a moment like that, looking at each other, and you can feel your heart beating in your chest.

He’s so close, you can smell him, hear his heavy breathing.

And the soft smile on his face makes him seem sweet, gentle. A vast contrast to his usually angry demeanor.

But the moment disappears as quickly as it came.

Because he breaks eye contact when the glass doors slide open, and Icarus says, “Emergency protocol over.”

He shifts where he stands, his eyes darting to the now open doorway, before he looks back at you.

“I uhm..” He starts saying, dropping his gaze to your hands for a moment before looking back at your face, “If I ever wanna learn more about.. plants, and flowers, and stuff.. Would you, uh, teach me?”

You smile and nod, a soft chuckle as you speak, “Sure, I’d love to.”

“Okay, cool,” he says, his face splitting into a grin, “That would be-”

“Mace, you’re needed in the control room,” Icarus interrupts and his eyes flick towards the open doorway again.

“Let them know I’m on my way, Icarus,” he replies before he looks back at you.

“Maybe we could talk over dinner tonight,” he says quietly, looking at you, “You know.. About flowers. And plants.. I heard Trey is making chicken again so it would be a welcome distraction from that.”

He smiles and you feel your cheeks heating up slightly at the proposition.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips, “Okay, sure. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then,” he says before making his way towards the exit.

Before he leaves, he turns around and says, “I think it looks better now, by the way. I guess that love and attention worked, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say, glancing back at the plant before meeting his eyes again, “I guess so.”

Next part: (Un)Necessary Care

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twittytelly · 2 years

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What I Read in 2021 - December

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PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

Daydreaming by @visbiscuit

There You Go Again by @worksby-d

Let Your Heart be Light by @astrorogers

Chris watching you hump a pillow ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Owned Sinfully Sweet Kinktober Masterlist by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Choosing Not To Lose Him by @kinanabinks

Hack the Halls by @mjolnir-steve

Jingle All The Way by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Model!Ransom and his little mouse party ask by @stargazingfangirl18

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

Andy and types of kisses by @stargazingfangirl18

Photographer!Ransom ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Best Present Ever by @stargazingfangirl18

Something Borrowed by @bonkywobble

Total Devastation by @bluemusickid

cam boy!Curtis ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Ongoing Series:

25 Days of CHRIS-mas Masterlist by @wiypt-writes

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jennygirl2014 · 3 years

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White~Master List

Summary: After many years of leading a new life and moving on from your past, your old flame contacts you out of the blue. Against your better judgement, you agree to meet up with him, convinced that you are well over him and that those days were behind you. He shocks you when he tells you that he is about to board The Icarus II, and that he will be on a mission to save all of mankind, and suddenly, all bets are off. What should have been a casual dinner with an old friend turns into an emotional roller coaster, and something you weren’t prepared to handle. What happens when the ice around your heart starts to melt? He makes you feel alive, and he’s about to be over 90 million miles away. Warnings: sexual content, swearing, adult themes, 18+.

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Part Two.

Part Three.

Part Four.

Part Five.

Part Six-Final Part

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #james mace #james mace x reader #sunshine the movie

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chrisevansdesirediaries · 3 years

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Sunshine (2007), Chris Evans - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Mace (Sunshine)/Reader Characters: Mace (Sunshine), Reader Additional Tags: Actor Chris Evans, Reader-Insert, Sunshine - Freeform, Angst and Feels, Romance Summary:

After many years of leading a new life and moving on from your past, your old flame contacts you out of the blue. Against your better judgement, you agree to meet up with him, convinced that you are well over him and that those days were behind you. He shocks you when he tells you that he is about to board The Icarus II, and that he will be on a mission to save all of mankind, and suddenly, all bets are off. What should have been a casual dinner with an old friend turns into an emotional roller coaster, and something you weren’t prepared to handle. What happens when the ice around your heart starts to melt? He makes you feel alive, and he’s about to be over 90 million miles away. Warnings: sexual content, swearing, adult themes, mentions of previous sexual activity while underage, mentions of past sexual assault, 18+.

#chris evans fanfiction #james mace #james mace x reader #sunshine the movie

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1

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

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: 🥺

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

Word Count: 3.7K

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

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

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

“Mommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom, quiet.”

“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”

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

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

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

“Waffles or pancakes?”

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

“Maybe we should go back to…”

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

“Mom? Go, take Cannon with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I get commission for that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?”

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

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

“I want some coffee, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uncle Bill! I’m being tortured!”

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

“I can.”

“No, it’s not safe. No kids allowed.”

“Why?”

“Because this is a construction zone.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re building something.”

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s nine in the morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep it, kid.”

“Mirabelle.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A doll.”

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

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

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

“Why do you say he hates men?”

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

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

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

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

“That guy?”

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

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

“You going to pay me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you wanted a doll?”

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

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

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

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

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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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 🥺🥺

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The Next Generation Part 3 Chapter 11

The story of Albus Potter, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy, and the countless adventure’s they get into in there years at Hogwarts.

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And Movellas: https://www.movellas.com/story/201309292252551812-the-next-generation

As Albus stood perfectly placed on his father’s right-hand side slightly behind his parents and opposite his older brother. Albus tried his best to drown out his father’s speech with any distraction he could find. To keep his mind from spiralling as he heard his fathers’ words, he scanned the entire crowd in hopes of seeing his little sister. As he scanned the faces, he caught a glimpse of Rose stood between her parents in the front row with a look of discontent as her eyes darted around the crowd, Rose was usually so perfectly put together that seeing her this bothered seemed particularly odd. As he tried to follow her gaze, he caught sight of Scorpius talking with his father. Albus wondered why Scorpius wouldn’t tell him his father was planning on coming before being struck by the idea that it was much more likely that Scorpius wasn’t aware his father would turn up. Albus couldn’t help but notice their conversation looked a lot less than friendly but despite the eye rolling and crossed arms Albus noticed Scorpius looked distracted as he frequently kept looking over his shoulder for something. As Albus’ eyes scanned around the area to try and find whatever Scorpius could be looking for his eyes fell on Thalia who was talking to a large middle aged woman in a flowery dress with a lot of jewellery in her jet black hair and an aging man with thinning brown hair wearing a tank top and Denim shorts, Albus assumed these were Thalia’s parents but the three of them looked extremely distressed as they worked there way through the crowds frantically looking for something. A looming sense of dread filled Albus as he wondered what was distressing all his friends and failed to find any sign of his little sister.

As his father’s speech ended Albus and his family were ushered back into the headmaster’s office. As his parents began discussing where Lily could have wondered off too and James promptly left off to find his friends Albus saw his opportunity to sneak away and find the group. As he made his way down the stairs, he ran straight into Rose whose perfect hair was beginning to come undone and the panicked look on her face clearly showed the cracks behind her perfect façade.

“Al! Have you seen Hugo?” Rose barely took a breath as she looked behind him almost as if she thought he might be hiding behind Albus. Albus’ eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“No but I can’t find Lily either, do you reckon they’ve wondered off together again?” Albus tried to keep himself calm as he reminded himself of the multitude of summers Lily and Hugo spent wondering off through the field behind the burrows.

“I don’t know, Hugo usually tells us when Lily’s dragging him away and there not usually gone this long…” Albus could hear the fear behind Rose’s voice. “I’m worried about him Albus…”

“Come on let’s go find the rest and see if they’ve seen them.” Rose nodded as she followed Albus’ suggestion and lead him down the stairs and out to the yard. As Rose and Albus reached the castle doors they caught sight of Scorpius who ran towards them.

“Have you guys…” Scorpius began but was quickly cut off by a frantic Rose.

“Have you seen my brother?” Albus could see Rose was getting more worried by the second.

“Or my sister?” Albus added to the end. Scorpius looked between the two of them in disbelief.

“Um no… I was actually just going to ask if either of you had seen Sienna.”

“Sienna!? She’s missing too?” Albus clarified.

“We were sat together during your mum’s speech; I went to talk to my dad for a minute…” Scorpius was again cut off by Rose

“Your dads here!? … Are you okay?”

“Yeah, he turned up, I had no idea. But when I finished talking to him, I turned back around and she was gone, I’ve been looking for her, but I have no idea where she’s went…” Scorpius continued glancing around as if hoping he might spot them somewhere.

“So, we have three missing people…” Albus clarified. As he tried to make sense of the situation his mind recalled Thalia’s terrified expression and crazed searching during the speech. “Guys we have to find Thalia… somethings wrong here.” It was at that moment that Albus caught sight of Thalia pushing through people with a panicked look on her face. Albus quickly rushed through the crowd towards her as Rose and Scorpius caught sight of where he was going and quickly followed him.

“Tha!” Albus grabbed her by the shoulder turning her towards him and holding her shoulders to keep her from running off. “Thalia what are you looking for?” Thalia took a few moments to grasp what was happening before answering.

“Violet, my sister. She went off to get a balloon and now we can’t find her.”

“How is it possible that there all missing?” Rose asked Albus.

“All?” Thalia asked confused. Albus remained lost in thought trying to comprehend the situation.

“Sienna, Lily and Hugo are missing too” Scorpius answered. Albus’ mind was firing with 100 different thoughts and ideas and worries. Albus tried to tell himself it was just over-worrying, but he couldn’t seem to shake an idea from his head. Before Albus could control himself, it slipped out.

“Do you think she could have…” The thought terrified too much to even say allowed. The thought that they could have been taken by the that vile woman or even her henchmen that they could be in danger right now was too much for Albus to comprehend. Rose’s eyes widened.

“Do you really think…” Rose couldn’t’ finish her sentence

“We can’t rule that out…” Scorpius hesitantly said.

“We need to find her now. If she gets hurt…” Thalia’s eyes filling with tears pulled Albus out of his own thoughts and realised the severity of the situation they were in right now.

“Come on, we need to check the boundaries.”

As they all ran the line of the border the fear grew by the second the less signs of them, they found. As the came into the forest getting towards the point, they’d started Albus who was out Infront began to stop. Behind him Rose, Scorpius and Thalia slowed too Albus turned back towards the rest of the group as the came to a stop next to him.

“I think we have to go outside.” Albus struggled to catch his breath.

“Outside the border!?” Rose asked incredulously.

“Where we know for a fact a dangerous woman that wants to kill us, and her followers are?” Thalia looked at him in disbelief.

“Are you mental!?” Scorpius added.

“If Morana and her followers have taken them then they’ll be long gone into the forest by now… we’re wasting time searching here they must be outside the boarders.” Albus urged.

“But if they haven’t then we’re putting ourselves at a significant risk.” Scorpius reminded him.

“But if they are then my brother, your sisters and our best friend are already IN significant danger and we can’t leave them there…” Rose began to tear up at the thought of the things that horrible woman could do to her baby brother.

“We have to take the risk we have to go now!” Thalia agreed. Scorpius reluctantly nodded in agreement. As Albus took a step towards the borderline Scorpius quickly grabbed his arm to stop him going further.

“Wait! Shouldn’t we tell our parents, I mean it’s one thing doing research in a library about a killer we’ve unleashed it’s another when your families are involved… surely we should tell them…” Scorpius tried to reason.

“Scorpius we could already be too late we don’t have time to find them and explain ALL this to them. We have to go now.” Albus reasoned. Scorpius sighed in defeat and nodded as he followed Albus’ lead and one by one the group stepped past the border. As the walked further and further into the forest the more they all silently came to the same conclusion of exactly where they were heading. As they one by one pulled the branch out of the way to see the clearing Infront of them the dread they were all feeling in the pit of their stomachs was confirmed.

The first thing Albus saw was the semi-circle of what seemed to Albus to be 20 or so men and women in armour holding swords, shields, daggers, whips, hammers and one Albus noticed even had a mace. As Albus’ eyes scanned the line of warriors his eyes fell upon a tree directly opposite him tied to the tree he could see his sister, blood dripping from her lip and sporting what Albus could tell was going to be a whopper of a black eyes. Tied to the left of her he saw Sienna, a defiant gleam in her eyes which didn’t match the blood stains on her clothes, the multitude of bruises around her body or the huge gashes Albus saw marring her arms and legs. To the right of Lily Albus spotted a little girl that he assumed to be Thalia’s sister, with clearly forming bruises and slumped unconscious. Behind the tree Albus could see another pair of hands he assumed to be Hugo’s. As sickeningly terrifying as it felt to see them all hurt and passed out what frightened Albus more was the red mist forming into a hauntingly familiar woman with a knowing smile glaring straight into Albus’ soul.

“Well it has been far too long my little ones.” Morana smirked wickedly.

“Let them go Morana!” Albus dared to speak up. His bravery was cut down with the frighteningly joyful cackle that came out of her mouth.

“Somebody’s been doing their research! My sweets I don’t think your in a position to make demands.”

“What do you want.” Scorpius asked. Albus couldn’t help but notice his voice sounded more confident than Al’s had.

“Don’t worry about your little brothers and sisters over here, we don’t intend to hurt them…” Morana began.

“You’ve already hurt them!” Thalia shouted a viciousness to her voice as her hands clenched to fists by her sides. Albus kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye wondering if he’d have to jump in and stop her charging at Morana single handily. Morana raised her eyebrow almost impressed at Thalia’s courage.

“Oh, that was just outright disobedience, if they’d listened and done what they were told in the first place this wouldn’t have had to happen, a necessary casualty I’m afraid.”

“go… to… hell…” Sienna spat out of her swollen lip. Finding the last bit of strength, she could muster to try to wriggle free. Morana turned to her smiled before waving her hand the man closest to Sienna who turned to her pulling his arm back and contacting the side of her face so hard it seemed to knock the last bit of energy out of her. Sienna’s eyes began to flicker as he began his second punch into her gut. As the man rounded for the third punch Albus interrupted.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Albus screamed as the 4 of them all took a few steps closer. Morana raised a hand and the man immediately stopped his attack and took his place back in the ranks.

“Oh, the mouth on this one” Morana chucked turning to look at the damage the man had inflicted on Sienna. “Regardless, we’ll have no use for them if you just co-operate with us, we can let them go.”

“What do you want.” Rose asserted.

“Simple my darlings, open my tomb for me.”

“Don’t … do... it” Sienna’s voice was getting faint, but she’d be damned if she’d let herself give in to what they wanted.

“Fine have it your way…” Morana didn’t turn back to her servants as she began to raise her hand to give the orders.

“NO!” Albus shouted, Morana held her hand in the air wavering as she waited to hear the rest of Albus’ offer. Four henchmen closest to Violet, Lily, Hugo and Sienna had paused halfway towards them as Sienna flinched bracing herself for the attack, Lily screamed and Albus heard Hugo’s cry from behind the tree. Albus took a second to look at the scene Infront of him and realise just how little choice he had as he noticed all the servants now looked braced to attack not just the ones at the tree but he, Thalia, Scorpius and Rose too. “We’ll do it.” He looked towards Rose, Scorpius and Thalia who had similar looks of helplessness on there faces. Morana lowered her hands as the servants returned to there semicircle.

“A much better choice.” Morana smiled as stepped away from the semi-circle. Allowing Rose, Albus and Scorpius to take there positions next to their rocks, as the green, blue and red rocks began to light up Thalia’s voice shook as she recited the opening incantation. The look of glee on Morana’s face grew as the floor began to open. For a moment everyone stood still in position in realisation of what had just happened. It was Scorpius who finally took the first step forward and finally said.

“Okay it’s open, let them go.” Morana turned her eyes away from the hole and towards Scorpius as if only just remembering he was here.

“Oh sweetie … we’re not finished yet.” The iciness in her voice sent chills down Albus’ spine. “You’re all coming with me… unless…” Morana raised a hand again which caused Thalia to lurch forward.

“NO! we’ll come!” She cried barely taking her eyes off her unconscious little sister trying so hard not to wonder as to whether she was still alive.

“See, you my sweets are all much more co-operative than your siblings. Come with me then my darlings.” Four guards seemed to appear out of nowhere one behind each of them holding swords to there backs as they made their way down the tomb Albus couldn’t help but wonder if any of them would make it out of this alive. As the reached the threshold of the tomb Rose’s mind was spiralling with different ways to exit, making a ran for it was stupid given they all had swords to there backs. Morana’s hands began to trace the edges of her coffin.

“we’ll be together soon.” She whispered as she caressed the coffin with care. After a moment she suddenly turned sharply to Thalia appearing instantly Infront of her.

“Open it.” She demanded.

“Open what?” Thalia’s voice failed her and began to crack with fear.

“DO NOT WASTE MY TIME FOOLISH GIRL” Morana edged even closer to her in a fury her voice now so close Thalia began shaking and had to close her eyes and avert her face.

“I don’t know…” Thalia muttered.

“DO NOT PLAY WITH ME! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL BURN IT ALL DOWN NOW OPEN IT!” The mist woman screamed. The fear seemed to unlock something in Thalia whose eyes began glowing gold and she began reciting a familiar incantation the rest of the group had heard that first night Thalia had been processed to come to the tomb. As the room began to shake and pieces of debris began to crumble Scorpius leaped at Rose shielding her back as Rose braced herself. Albus put his hands-on top of his head to shield himself as he cried out.

“THALIA!” the rumble of the wall splitting into two was becoming deafening. As Thalia recited the last word the noise began to settle, and the guards quickly resumed their positions behind the group. Albus took note of his surroundings and found the two pieces of wall that were cracking had come apart and Morana was making her way towards the hole. The guard behind Albus jabbed his sword sharply into Albus’ back to indicate that he should step forward. As Albus walked into through the hole in the wall followed by Rose, Thalia and Scorpius he noticed the room looked entirely normal, much the same as the rest of the tomb, expect for the tall plinth against the back wall. The plinth was covered in cobwebs the stone cracked and faded over time apart from the top of the plinth which had a circular shape etched into the top. Morana’s scream broke Albus’ attention away and back to Morana who was examining the plinth in anger.

“WHERE IS IT!?” She screamed. “IT’S HERE IT HAS TO BE! FIND IT!” She demanded to her guards who left their positions behind the group to help her search the empty room. Albus had got so distracted with what Morana was looking for he barely noticed Rose pulling his arm backwards as they quickly and silently walked backwards until they were out of the hole in the wall.

“Thalia now!” Rose urged. Thalia’s eyes glowed gold as she began reciting the closing incantation which ignited the attention of Morana and her guards.

“GET THEM YOU FOOLS!” Morana demanded. As they started towards the door Rose quickly grabbed her wand from her back pocket and in a quick movement cast a shielding charm in front of the opening.

“Quick Thalia!” Scorpius urged unsure how long Rose could keep it up as the hole close so thin Rose was confident the guards couldn’t squeeze through; she lowered her charm. As Thalia recited the last word, they all sprinted as they heard Morana’s scream and the tunnels began to shake again. Albus doubted any of them had ever run this fast especially since they could hear Morana’s followers breaking free as they climbed quicker up the ladder than they ever had. As the reached the sunlight it took a few moments for the remainder of Morana’s guards to respond to the group still waiting for Morana to follow them. Rose used this moment of confusion to cast bombarda maxima causing a huge explosion knocking many of her servants to the ground. Scorpius working on instinct grabbed a sword dropped by one of the grounds and in one sharp slice cut the ropes binding Lily, Hugo, Sienna and Violet to the tree. As they were released Scorpius quickly caught an unconscious Violet in his arms as Albus ran to Sienna who had collapsed to her knees and put his arms around her to steady her as he brought her to her feet. Thalia put her arms around Lily’s waist to support her and Rose let her brother use her shoulder for support as he limped. The group were significantly slowed down by Hugo, Lily, Violet and Sienna and as they reached the Hogwarts border Morana’s followers began to close in but as they one by one stepped over the border they noticed the followers halt at the border line and realised to their relief they couldn’t come over. They had made it.

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