#James Mace x Black Reader

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Sol

Written: June 22 2020

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

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

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

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

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

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

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

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

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2054 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nov. 2055

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

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

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

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James. 

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

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

“This is it?” you asked. 

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

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly. 

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

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

“James!” you pleaded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully. 

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

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time you smiled big, remembering. 

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

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

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

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 2056

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

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

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

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

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

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

James wished he was there.

2057

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sun was reignited.

[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𓆪

WC:1.2k. GIF by acharliecoxedfan

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! tiny bit of angst}

Mace was actually excited to go into work for no other reason than seeing you. After that phonecall, he felt more comfortable with you. He felt honoured that you chose him to help comfort you after you had a nightmare. God he was becoming absolutely smitten with you. He couldn't help the dopey smirk that was painted on his face. He got dressed and headed to work.

When he got their he stoned his face, he didn't need Harvey talking to him again. He made it clear, you were his, and if Harvey didn't back down then he'd gladly fight about it. Ofcourse Harvey backed down, his cowardice winning over in the face of violence. Mace sighed and walked into his unit and stopped when he spied a girl there. He relaxed when he realised it was just Mallory, she was one of the people that would zoom into his room and borrow a wrench before zooming back out.

She wore a small smile, and Mace noticed how much he hated it. He preferred your smile, your plump lips curved up and always covered in gloss or a lipstick. He raised an eyebrow at her, obviously confused as to what she wanted and why she hadn't zoomed off when she got what she needed. "Mallory what a surprise, what couldn't find the screwdrivers?" He said dryly making him laugh at his own sarcastic joke.

"Listen Mace, me and the others just want to apologize. We know that it must have been infuriating with your project being scrapped and everything." She said it softly, almost scared of how Mace would react to the apology that everyone wanted to say.

Mace let out a sarcastic laugh that Mallory believed was real and little did he know so did you. He smirked with a grin that stretched his face widely. "You have no fuckin' idea. Now get what you need and fuck off. I have company coming." He turned his face easily returned to it's stoic expression and he heard the audible gulp from Mallory. He observed how she was shaking a small but before she took small mouse steps back, watching him with fear in her eyes. How could anyone willing want to hang out with him, he was terrifying and yet you saw him as just a grumpy guy that needed some brightness.

With that he went back to work, he had a new project now. It was much sleeker and thought over. He looked over the instructions and blue prints before deciding to work on one particular part, and then manoeuvre around it. Yet all the while he was waiting for you, but it never came. An hour after he began his project he pulled away, feeling concern fill his head and heart. You were either late or in the cafeteria. He dragged himself up and headed to the cafeteria.

You weren't there and he could feel his heart sink. He felt like such a loser. You had played so well that even if you did return and say it was a game to you, he'd still want you. He'd still crave for you to be around him to soften his grumpy demeanour that sent others running but made you giggle. He knew you could also be late or sick, but he didn't wanna get his heart hopeful. Girls like you knew how the world went and how easy men were. And now Mace had fallen into your trap and all he could think about was how much he would fall into your trap again.

He decided to just instead go back to his task at hand. The best thing he could do is forget about you with thoughts of work. And it was a great plan. His brain filled with instructions and he decided to stick to them. But it only worked for so long, when his lunch break rolled around it was late in the day, he decided to text you see if you were ill. Yet his face scrunched up into a frown. You had blocked him, and he didn't even know why. Just as he was staring and trying to conjure up a reason as to why, you walked past and Mace just saw the flash of white. But before he could investigate what was potentially you he heard an obnoxious horn going on outside.

He headed to the window and moved the blinds. His blood turned to ice and molten hot lava simultaneously. There you were, looking so beautiful and pretty. He missed out on seeing your pretty face today with you babbles and he felt his heart break. But rage entered when he saw you were getting into a car with a guy. He looked like a douchebag, maybe this was the ex you mentioned once. He fit the description, a crappy beard, blonde hair that was greasy. And a god awful car.

He turned and went to cafeteria to grab a coffee. He just wanted an answer as to why you would block him. As he stared deadly at the coffee machine, he heard the door open and saw Corazon. She flashed him a smile to which he nodded back at her. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. Instead he was growing more bitter by the second.

"You know I had her in my unit today." He turned and looked at Corazon, "What?" She simply smiled, "I had your so called princess in my unit. And she looked a bit heartbroken over something." Mace rolled his eyes. Why would you seem heart broken you had nothing to be sad about. "She asked me what I would do if I saw my crush flirting with someone." Maces face stoned and then memories of Mallory and how there was a flash of white at the door.

'Fuck fuck fuck.' You had probably misread his sarcasm got reality. So now he had to correct this. God he was so annoyed with a groan he turned and thanked Corazon, before storming down the hall. He was so frustrated at himself for not noticing you and even more angry that he thought you were playing him. He knew what he had to do. He decided to work overtime and do the night shift.

When it got to 1am, he walked around the building a spotted one of the awful payphones. He payed and typed your number in and patiently waited. When you picked up you were tired and upset and he could tell with your sniffles. With a sigh he quickly said, "I'm sorry." There was a pause before you replied now more awake.

"Mace?" he missed you so much today that even you saying his last name gave him tingles. "Yeah listen that girl that was in my unit, we weren't flirting I was being a sarcastic asshole. I was sarcastically laughing at her apology of trashing my project." Your eyes widened oh god you had misread the whole situation. "I won't be in tomorrow but I will be the day after. I really hope you'll join me again princess." Before either of you could say goodbye or continue the payphone ended the call not having enough money to continue it.

Mace punched the wall irritated. God he could only hope you forgave him. When he went back to the unit he went back to working until 5am. When he pulled his phone out he saw a notification from 'princess lipgloss.'

'i had a bad day nerd :(. but atleast you admitted you were a grumpy man <3'

'i said a sarcastic asshole. not grumpy.'

A smile overtook his face and when he got home he fell straight into sleep. Dreaming only of you and how cute you might have looked all jealous over Mallory.

[galatially]

𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟

𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛

𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡

𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑏𝑦𝑛𝑒

𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝑏𝑟𝑦𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑦

𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

[sgt-seabass]

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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[writing-for-marvel]

Stardust Reblog Challenge September 2022 Masterlist

Challenge by @natrace | dividers by @firefly-graphics

These are all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend in September

The aim of this challenge is to support writers on tumblr by reblogging their work with comments ♥️ I would encourage everyone to join this challenge and to show all these amazing authors love by reading and sharing their work

Please read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 Poet Laureate (series) by @real-jane

💗💧🔥 Is it a crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool

🔥 A Taste of Submission by @jobean12-blog

💧💗 A Kingly Gift by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Happily Ever After by @/jobean12-blog

💧🔥 Owned by @/jobean12-blog

💗 A ‘Big’ Night by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Scar Tissue by @fandoms-writings

💗 Why Do You Care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

💗 What Makes A Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

🔥 Messy by @buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Innocent by @/buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Cream by @/buckycuddlebuddy

💗 Interference by @navybrat817

💧💗 Once Upon a Time by @/navybrat817

💗 The First Time by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 No One Touches My Girl by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💗 Next-Door Desire by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 Part of a Family by @onceuponastory

💗 Dancin’ Darlin’ by @tuiccim

💗🔥 Bleeding Bliss by @carrotfantasimp

💗🔥 First Night by @kinanabinks

Steve Rogers

💧 Hide and Seek (mini-series) by @earth616variant

😈🔥 Flesh and Blood by @sophiria

💗 You Go To My Head by @barnesmurdock

🔥 See You Soon by @someawkardblackgirl

💗 Earpiece by @rodrikstark

💗 Gotcha Day by @sweetascanbee

💗 Fries With That by @/sweetascanbee

💧💗 40s!steve rogers x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

💧 Untitled by @imaginearyparties

💧 Killer by @/imaginearyparties

💧💗 Playing For Keeps by @/tuiccim

💗🔥 Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 I’m Coming For You by @no-not-without-you-blog

💗 A Whittle More Practice by @mjolnir-steve

Stucky

💧 Lions’s Den (series) by @imaginedreamwrite

🔥 Untitled by @/someawkardblackgirl

💗 Falling for you like the leaves do by @doasyoudesireandlive

Sam Wilson

💗 Good Morning by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Rapture by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Dominion by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 I See You by @lisstothebliss

💗 sam wilson x f!reader by @/rodrikstark

💗 Stuck by @/rodrikstark

💗 Driving by @intrepidacious

Natasha Romanoff

💗 Her Girl by @buckybarnesthehotshot

💧 Girl Crush by @cthulhu-calling

Joaquin Torres

💗 Coffee Run by @/rodrikstark

💗 joaquín torres x gn!reader by @/rodrikstark

🔥💗 “I want you to kiss every inch of my body.” by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 No Room For Worries by @/fluffyprettykitty

Peter Parker

💗 Pumpkin Patches by @bxcketbarnes

💗🔥💧 Rhinestone Eyes by @geminimoonbeamx

Lloyd Hansen

💗🔥 The Princess and the Lawyer (series) by @universitypenguin | Part One | Part Two

💧💗🔥 You Were The One (series) by @georgiapeach30513

James Mace

💗 Spike by @/rodrikstark

Jake Jensen

💗🔥 Boys in Bed With Books (JJ) by @/jobean12-blog

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 How Long Will I Love You by @cloudycevans

🔥 The Five Stages by @littlelioncub43

Ari Levinson

💗 All of Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Lee Bodecker

💗 Lee Bodecker in the fall by @treatbuckywkisses

Multiple Characters

😈🔥 A Taste of Danger by @/onceuponastory [Sierra Six and Nick Fowler]

💗🔥 Period Comfort by @1000night [Steve, Bucky and Sam]

[padawan-jiejie]

*MASTERLIST* 🔮

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

Author's fav: 💜

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STAR WARS:

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

Long Time No See - Requested, Vader x reader

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

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

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

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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

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

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THE MARAUDERS:

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

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

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

PART I. | PART II.

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

Lover - Loosely based on a song by Taylor Swift

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

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

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MARVEL:

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

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

PART 1 | PART 2

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

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BUCKY:

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

Sunset - Just a fluffy little thingy with warm Bucky…

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DEVIL MAY CRY:

V:

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

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VIKINGS:

ALFRED:

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

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BILLY RUSSO:

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

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

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

Legacy characters

Got so many asks about legacy characters...

so here you go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

scourge - retire this name and idea fast as possible.

nomad - likewise

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

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

[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬𓆪

WC:1k+ GIF by oh-my-damn

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! tiny bit of angst}

You were excited to see Mace in his unit after he had comforted you days ago after your nightmare. You dressed in your small white pencil skirt that had fluff all around the bottom. You paired it with your white, tight and thin hoodie that had fluff all around the hood. It clung to your shape and you smiled. You paired it with white tights and leg warmers, all completed with you white fluffy boots.

You looked like a cute little snowball. As you headed into station, you walked down the corridor and was about to enter his unit, when you heard another voice. A female voice. You peaked in and saw Mace flirting with one of the helpers. He was actually smiling at her and laughing. You felt your heart shatter. You knew you were stupid for liking a guy like Mace.

You knew the woman helper, her name was Mallory. She was pretty. Her hair was long and dark but always held up in a bun. She wore a pair of glasses and you always stared at her, taking in how pretty her green eyes could be. She had a PhD in astrophysics. It made sense though. She was smart and she probably wasn't asking any stupid questions to Mace, instead she was probably helping him while getting him number.

You should have trusted your friends advice, you clung to any attention that you got and then you relied on it. You relied on Maces attention to cheer you up and now that you didn't have it, it felt like you were being crushed. You took your phone out and with a sigh blocked his number. It wasn't healthy to rely on a guy like James, he was barely nice. You were doing a kindness for yourself. Again.

You couldn't count how many times you had gone through this charade with boys that you liked. You tucked your phone away and headed to the biology unit. The garden there was pretty and you were desperate to see it. With a new found determination to sweep away the memories of your quicky broken heart, you walked to the unit. You gently knocked on the door and opened it before slipping in and closing the door. Corazon turned and saw you, she flashed you smile and walked over to you.

"Hello there honey, you look nice today." You smiled at her, positively beaming at the compliment. "Thank you!" Corazon couldn't help but smile as widely, you happiness was infectious. "Is there a special occasion?" You looked down sheepishly, "My ex is picking me up and dropping me off at the mall to meet my friends, but he's also giving me my iPod back." Corazon laughed and pulled you over to her new plants.

You quizzed her on everything, from why the petals were crucial to the flower to why they came in different colours. She answered patiently, putting you at ease. Yet your brain lingered on thoughts of how Mace would roll his eyes and answer it in his usual grumpy tone. You spent a while in the garden unit, naming all the flowers and talking to them all just as Corazon instructed. You also spoke to Corazon. "Hey Core." She hummed not looking at you, yet giving you the attention you needed.

"If you liked a guy and you saw him flirting with another girl, what would you do?" Corazon turned and stared at you with an arched brow, you looked back at her and blinked questioningly. "What I would do doesn't matter sweetheart. This is your decision, let your mind choose for you when you're in autopilot mode." You hummed, she was right. Maybe the best thing to do was only act when the time was right. And with that you flashed her a smile and she turned and returned back to work. You then turned to a pretty sapphire blue flower and began talking to it.

Your phone alerted you with a ding, ruining your conversation with this one flower you named Howard, about how you were frustrated that Max kept bringing you dead mice.

'hey I'm outside this huge place. I got ur iPod too.'

You smiled, "Hey Core! I have to go, but I promise I'll visit again tomorrow! Do you like tea or coffee?" A silence passed for second and then Corazon replied softly, "Tea." You hugged her and walked out the door and gently closing it again. You began walking down the corridor and sent a quick text to Liam telling him you're coming now. As you were walking you passed by the engineering unit and saw Mace sat staring at his phone with a frown etched on his face.

You didn't have time to linger on his facial expression and instead walked out. The second you stepped into the car park, Liam began his obnoxious honking making you roll your eyes. You quickly walked to the car and got in. "Hey babe, you're looking fine." You ignored him and grabbed your iPod. After 10 minutes of enduring his ego spilling out past his mouth, you were finally at the malls parking lot. You quickly got out and gave him a quick "Thank you."

With a sigh you walked into the mall and went to order a strawberry smoothie and you sat in the indoor cafés seating area. You checked your phone and frowned. All your friends had cancelled on you, further dampening you mood for the day. You got up and walked around the mall, buying a new pair of shoes and the iconic Clueless outfit. You looked around one last time and went home.

The second you got home, you grabbed a tub of ice cream and headed upstairs. You saw Max fast asleep on your bed, you threw yourself into bed and put on 'La La Land.' needing a cover story incase someone came in and asked why you were crying. This way you could say it's because of a movie rather than a stupid boy. A stupid boy that you liked. And with that you fell asleep crying and decided not to go into the station for week.

You shot an apology text to Corazon but said you'd still send her a tea and that it would be waiting for her in the cafeteria.

[ao3feed-themartian]

Sol

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37MLGU8

by StarryNighty

AU: Sunshine/The Martian crossover, set in Sunshine. Honestly it’s just an excuse to put these two together in a fic cause I love both of these movies. James Mace (Chris Evans) and Chris Beck (Sebastian Stan). You don’t necessarily need to have seen either of them. But it’s totally recommended! <3 Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck Summary: Takes place during the events of the movie Sunshine. Icarus II has failed to deliver the bomb to reignite the Sun. The reader meets James Mace, and his best friend Chris Beck.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dubious consent if you squint, angst

A/N: @titty-teetee thank you for letting me blab to you about this and reading it on such short notice <3 Love you!

Words: 4482, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sunshine (2007), The Martian (2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: James Mace, Chris Beck

Relationships: James Mace/Black Reader, Chris Beck/Black Reader, James Mace/Reader, Chris Beck/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37MLGU8

[sgt-seabass]

It's me back again fueling inspiration. So I got back into a Frank Castle binge and it gave me an idea. Would Chris and James ever fight? Maybe it was over how one was treating you worse than need be? Just a thought just a thought 👀👀

𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒔

pairings — dark!Chris Beck x reader x dark!James Mace w/c — 1.3k This is a dark fic. 18+ only series masterlist

warnings: biting as a form of marking, mild violence, broken nose and blood, dark fic

After you’d attacked Mace, he had changed.

While he’d always been the rougher of the two astronauts, Mace had taken a liking to marking your flesh with his teeth as often as he could. Not even out of possessiveness like Beck, but out of spite to see you squirm with a cry.

Beck didn’t like it. He hated it. Often, he was forced to clean the wounds left by Mace as you cried into your sheets.

To make matters worse, Beck knew Mace cared for you, but he could see the way he’d fallen into a sense of militaristic malice.

An eye for an eye.

Beck preferred to have you crying his touches, for his cock, not out of something done to you.

After all, how were you supposed to love them if you were being hurt too much?

The spaceship groaned under the low pressure as you glanced into the vacuumed nothingness that was outside the ship. Your dinner was left untouched as the rest of the crew mingled about, jesting and chatting. As you stood to go sit by the window, you could feel Mace’s sharp gaze that fell on you, silently commanding you not to go far. Beck had his own piercing eyes, but instead of focusing on you, they concentrated on his partner-in-crime.

As you sat in the nook by the window, you could feel the sparks emanating between the two of them, a silent war brewing in just their stares alone. Their chests rode and fell in synch with deep inhales, hands clenched on the table. It was uncomfortable.

They’d been like this for days, like two dogs ready to snap and go feral.

With a sigh, you turned your head away from the view outside. You could see the other parts of the ship as they moved mechanically, bright lights shining them against the deep oblivion of black. The stars twinkled beautifully, and for just a moment, there was peace.

There was a gruff sigh as Mace said something under his breath, but you missed it as you watched the stars.

The sound of chairs scraping and metallic smashing caused you to jump in fright, head spinning to look at Mace and Beck as their trays of food smashed to the ground and they puffed their chests out at each other, squaring the other up.

You had guessed it would only be a matter of time before the testosterone exploded. And it seemed that time had come.

Beck rounded the table, getting up close to Mace, so he was in the man’s personal space, a finger jabbing at his chest. “Stop it. Stop speaking about her like that and treating her like your personal chew toy.”

Your brows raised when you realised the argument was about you, but you stayed put, not wanting to make either of them more enraged.

Mace threw the first punch. Beck threw the second. You couldn’t tell who threw the third as it became a flurry of movement, both of them struggling for dominance.

What you could see was the blood, droplets of crimson hitting the ground as Beck got a good hit on Mace’s nose.

The other crew members stood by in shock, unsure if to intervene or not.

The scuffle ended with Mace straddling Beck’s hips, holding his shirt tight in his grip as he lifted the man and slammed him back against the ground.

“Stop being a dickhead and just face it Mace, you’re mad the girl you like fucking hit you, and so you’re treating her like shit,” Beck spat, ignoring as some blood spilt onto his face from Mace’s broken nose.

Mace stopped at that, eyes narrowing at Beck. “Fuck off, Beck. You don’t know anything.”

His words were full of annoyance, but you could hear the way the anger had started to dissipate from his tone as he bit his lower lip in thought.

You felt immobilised as Mace gandered at your shocked form. You couldn’t help the tremors that surged through you under his predatory gaze.

His eyes flickered to your prominent bite marks on your neck before returning to your face.

There was a glimmer of something different. Something changed in the way he looked at you.

Beck took the moment of distraction to lean up and pop Mace’s nose back into place, the latter letting out a pained grunt. But his eyes stayed on you, unmoving as the cogs turned. Beck leaned up to whisper something into Mace’s ear. You wished more than ever for advanced hearing so you could hear when he said as you watched Mace’s pupils dilate.

Mace let Beck go, fingers freeing the crumpled shirt as he stood and approached you with long strides. When he pulled you into a kiss it was fiery, his mouth moving hard against yours in a kiss that completely enveloped you. He bit at your lower lip, the metallic taste of blood filling your senses as Mace’s tongue thrust into your mouth and twirled against yours.

You whined into the kiss as you pushed against his chest, but you couldn’t escape him. Where could you run anyway?

When he finally pulled away, you gasped for breath as you felt the wet feeling of blood on your face, some of his blood smeared against your face.

You could feel the way Beck was studying the both of you with his arms crossed, the semblance of a smirk on his lips as if to say, ‘I told you so Mace’ .

It was like a weight bore heavy on you as you observed your two crewmates, unable to predict their next move.

A squeal came from you as Mace picked you up, Beck following as you were carried to your bedroom, well, it was Beck’s bedroom, but you weren’t allowed to sleep in your quarters anymore.

Mace placed you on the bathroom sink, getting a wet washcloth to clean his drying blood from your face and his own.

Beck just watched with a twinkle in his eye, and you couldn’t help but ask. “What did you whisper to him?”

There was a chuckle from Beck as he came closer, placing a hand on Mace’s shoulder as he wiped his face clean. “I told him there was no need to be jealous, after all, it’s not just you we care about, Stardust. Mace tries to act coy, but I see the way he looks at me when we fuck you.”

Your jaw went slack in shock as Beck pulled Mace into a heady kiss. It was slow and full of tongue, as if they’d both been waiting a while to taste each other.

You’d been so caught up in your own terror you never noticed the way they also pined for each other. And the fight had caused all that to spill over.

Beck’s hand ran down your arm as he pulled away from Mace, hand coaxing you forward, so you were wedged between them. Mace’s mouth connected with your neck, and you inhaled sharply in preparation for the pain. But instead, he only placed gentle kisses to your neck as Beck cupped your cheeks in his palms, his lips ghosting over yours. “I bet you wanted us to break, Stardust. To beat each other to a pulp. But we’re here because we both love you and have grown an appreciation for each other too. I can’t wait until we can all go home together.

Mace’s breath ghosted over your skin, chills coursing through you as it felt cold against the saliva left on your neck from his sloppy kisses. “Until then, we’ll have our fun.”

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[mk1comics]

October 2017 Manga/Media & All Readers Highlights: September is nearly done so it’s time to drill down into the coming month’s new offerings.  

All Readers

Dark Horse » How To Train Your Dragon Dragonvine TP

IDW » Atomic Robo Spectre of Tomorrow #1 Cvr A Wegener

IDW » Goosebumps Monsters At Midnight #1 (of 3) Cvr A Fenoglio

IDW » DuckTales: Treasure Trove TP

IDW » Uncle Scrooge Third Nile TP

IDW » Donald Duck Kingdom Under the Sea TP

IDW » Powerpuff Girls: The Time Tie HC

IDW » My Little Pony Legends of Magic Vol. 1 TP

IDW » Star Wars Adventures Vol. 1 TP

American Mythology Productions » Casper the Friendly Ghost Classics Vol. 1 TP

BOOM! Studios » Rugrats #1

BOOM! Studios » Garfield Original Vol. 3: Thing In Fridge

Fantagraphics » Walt Disney Don Rosa Library Vol. 8: Escape Forbidden Valley HC

Comics » Science Comics Dogs

Comics » Witch Boy: Gn HC

Lion Forge Comics » Wrapped Up #1 Main Mcmahon Cvr

 Media

IDW » Star Trek Discovery #1 Cvr A Shasteen

Dark Horse » Only End of the World Again HC

Dark Horse » Halo Adult Coloring Book TP

Dark Horse » Witcher Adult Coloring Book TP

IDW » X-files Jfk Disclosure #1 (of 2) Cvr A Menton3

Archie » Jughead the Hunger #1 (MR) Cvr A Reg Francavilla

Archie » Archies #1 Cvr A Reg Eisma

Archie » Jughead (2015-) Vol. 3 TP

Archie » Riverdale #7 Cvr A Reg Photo

Archie » Riverdale Digest #3

Archie » Riverdale Vol. 1 TP

Archie » Your Pal Archie #3 Cvr A Reg Parent

Archie » Archie 1000 Page Comics Festival TP

Archie » Archie Comics Double Digest #283

Archie » Archie Halloween Spectacular #1

Archie » Best of Archie Comics Deluxe Ed Vol. 2 HC

Archie » Betty & Veronica Comics Double Digest #257

Archie » World of Archie Comics Double Digest #72

Archie » Archie and Me Comics Digest #1

BOOM! Studios » Kong Gods of Skull Island Oneshot #1

BOOM! Studios » Planet of Apes Archive Vol. 2: Beast On Planet of Apes HC

BOOM! Studios » Sons of Anarchy Redwood Vol. 2 TP (MR)

BOOM! Studios » Jim Henson's The Power of the Dark Crystal #8 (of 12)

BOOM! Studios » Adventure Time 2017 Spoooktacular #1

BOOM! Studios » Adventure Time Vol. 13 TP

Dynamite » The Shadow Batman #1 Cvr A Finch

Dynamite » Hack/Slash vs. Vampirella #1 (of 5) Cvr A Frison

Dynamite » Brandon Sanderson White Sand Vol. 2 HC

Dynamite » Brandon Sanderson White Sand Vol. 2: Sgn Ed HC

Dynamite » Charmed Vol. 1: Thousand Deaths TP

Dynamite » James Bond Black Box HC

Dynamite » Wonder Woman 77 Bionic Woman TP

Dynamite » Z Nation Vol. 1 TP

Comics » Iron Maiden Legacy of the Beast #1 (of 5) Cvr A Casas

 Star Wars Checklist

IDW » Star Wars Adventures Vol. 1 TP

Marvel » Star Wars (2015-) #37

Marvel » Journey to Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Captain Phasma (2017) #3 (of 4)

Marvel » Journey to Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Captain Phasma (2017) #4 (of 4)

Marvel » Darth Vader (2017-) #6

Marvel » Star Wars Poe Dameron #20

Marvel » Star Wars: Jedi of the Republic - Mace Windu (2017) #3 (of 5)

Marvel » Star Wars: Doctor Aphra (2016-) #13

Marvel » Star Wars Legends Epic Collection Vol. 2: Rise Sith TP

Marvel » Star Wars (2015-) Vol. 6: Out Among the Stars TP

Marvel » Star Wars Darth Vader Dark Lord Sith Vol. 1: Imperial Machine TP

Marvel » Star Wars Darth Maul Son Dathomir: New Ptg TP New Ptg

Marvel » Star Wars Poe Dameron Vol. 3: Legends Lost TP

Marvel » Star Wars Force Awakens Adapatation TP

Marvel » Star Wars: Rogue One Adaptation (2017) TP

Marvel » Journey Star Wars Last Jedi Capt Phasma TP

 Hasbro etc

IDW » TMNT Adventures Robotanimals HC

IDW » Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Adventures Vol. 14 TP

IDW » TMNT Inside Out Directors Cut HC

IDW » Mask First Strike #1 Cvr A Johnson

IDW » Rom First Strike #1 Cvr A Daniel

IDW » Transformers First Strike #1 Cvr A Pitre-durocher

IDW » Revolutionaries Vol. 2: Power & Glory TP

 Manga

Marvel » Zombies Assemble Manga Vol. 1 TP

Viz » Tokyo Ghoul: re Vol. 1

Viz » Assassination Classroom Vol. 18

Viz » Haikyu Vol. 16

Viz » Food Wars Shokugeki No Soma Vol. 20

Viz » Kuroko Basketball 2in1 Vol. 8 TP

Viz » Rurouni Kenshin 3in1 Vol. 4 TP

Viz » Naruto Vol. 20 TP

Yen Press » Mortal Instruments Vol. 1

Yen Press » Black Butler Vol. 24

Yen Press » Triage X Vol. 14

Comixology customers can head here to view pull/subscribe & order away. Mk1 will be working our way through the catalogue and posting our findings to the COMING SOON page as per usual.   More info about the Comixology service and Mk1′s mail order options can be found on our FAQ page.

Full October 2017 Solicitations from all publishers  can be viewed at Comixology or Previews World.

Links for October 2017 Shipments:

Full Dark Horse Solicitations

Full DC Solicitations

Full IDW Solicitations  

Full Image Solicitations

Full Marvel Solicitations

Full BOOM Solicitations

Full TITAN Solicitations

Full Valiant Solicitations

Everything from every publisher shipping from October  2017.

The Previews Catalogue can also be viewed over at PREVIEWS WORLD - here’s the link.  If using the PREVIEWS WORLD method download the TXT file - either delete the unwanted items or copy the wanted items into an email and send it to shop@mk1.co.nz (or just copy direct from the webpage).  We will respond with a price quote and place your order once you confirm acceptance.

We will be adding new posts from the October 2017 offerings as we uncover them.  Check out these pages for more Mk1 Monthly Previews:  July 2017  August 2017 and September 2017.  .  November 2017 announcements can be found here

The How to Love comics blog has an excellent beginners guide to reading new comic solicitations - check it out here.

[padawan-jiejie]

*MASTERLIST*

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (for now lol) 💜

STAR WARS:

ANAKIN SKYWALKER:

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

Long Time No See - Requested

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

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

.

OBIWAN KENOBI:

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

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

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BEN SOLO:

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

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

.

THE MARAUDERS:

SIRIUS BLACK:

Let It Go series (unfinished):

#1 -  Just let it be

#2 - So come on

#3 - Why don’t you be you?

Relationships Are Difficult - Requested: young Sirius Black x reader

PART I.

PART II.

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

Lover - Loosely based on a song by Taylor Swift

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REMUS LUPIN:

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

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

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MARVEL:

LOKI:

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

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

PART 1

PART 2

From Now Till Forever -  Requested: Loki x Enchantress!Reader

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BUCKY:

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

Sunset - Just a fluffy little thingy with warm Bucky…

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DEVIL MAY CRY:

V:

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

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VIKINGS:

ALFRED:

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

BILLY RUSSO:

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

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[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𓆪

WC:1.1k+. GIF by oh-my-damn

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! Male masterbation!! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! mentions of noncon in dream!! Harvey being a bad guy in readers dream! soft Mace!}

What a shitty day Mace had. Apparently the project he has been working on all week had to be scrapped meaning he had wasted his time. And to make matters worse you didn't even come in to bother him today.

Yes you had a good reason, but it still annoyed him that you left him in his unit alone all day. Apparently you had to hang out with friends, Mace disagreed heavily claiming no one needed friends. You giggled at him and proclaimed yourself as his friend annoying him but also making his heart beat faster.

When he got home he got ready for bed, yet he couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes nothing happened. Suddenly the chime of his phone echoed in his room and he reached to his bedside table and grabbed it. A notification had come through. To be more specific it was a text from 'princess lipgloss.' He sighed and unlocked his phone and opened his messaging app.

hey nerd <3

What do you want Dumbo?

are you awake?

No.

can I call you? I had a nightmare :(

With a sigh he replied a dry 'Yes.' and the. His phone began ringing. He swiped to answer and was greeted with sniffles immediately.

"What's wrong princess?"

"Are you stupid I told you I had a nightmare." Mace rolled his eyes at you even though you couldn't see him.

"Well what am I supposed to do?" Silence greeted him for a second when you replied, "Watch Tangled with me?" He sighed and with that you both began watching Tangled together. You babbled through the phone at how he was just like Flynn to which he corrected you and said "Eugene" everytime.

Your favourite moment by far was when Flynn was doing the smoulder on Rapunzel. "You've never used a smoulder on me." Mace chuckled, and then silenced himself remembering that it was you on the phone. "Well princess I've never had to seduce you to get out of your hair." You giggled at him, "So you're saying if I hold you hostage in my hair, you'll try and seduce me." Mace let a smile paint over his face. He would allow that because you couldn't see him and wouldn't tease him about how soft he could be for you. And then he remembered why you were awake and he furrowed his brows in concern.

"Princess what was your nightmare about?" You gulped and then you gently whispered, "It's not very nice and I feel bad for even having it." He was confused so he decided to be persistent. "Dumbo, tell me what it was about." You looked up at your ceiling before retelling Mace about your horrifying dream.

In your dream you were going to see Mace in his unit when suddenly Harvey appeared, and before you could even cry for Maces help. He silenced you with his hand and dragged you away, all while groping you. And when he tore your panties off, you woke up panicking and crying. You both remained silent after that when James spoke softly but firmly to you, giving you a command to follow. "If you ever, and I mean ever see Harvey when you're alone, call me. I'll come to you and I'll make sure he doesn't come near you. Okay?" You smiled softly at how protective he could be "Okay." You whispered back to him.

"Why are you awake then nerd?" At this point the movie was long forgotten and you were both just talking, just like how you did at the unit except you were both more open, softer. "I just couldn't sleep princess. I think I'm too frustrated." You smiled. You had finally squeezed something out of Mace and now you were going to make him open up. You swallowed down you giddiness and used your softest voice to ask him, "Why are you frustrated?"

A deep yawn echoed from the other side of the phone and he then replied, his voice deeper from being sleepy. "They scrapped the project I've been working on all week, and it doesn't help that I didn't have a pretty little Dumbo talking to me all day." You were absolutely winning. Sleepy Mace was the best and you took note of that. You'd never ever had him be so sweet to you. "I'm sorry they scrapped your project." You let out a yawn too, feeling tiredness sweep over you. "But I was busy today. My friends were all talking about their boyfriends and crushes and I even set one of them up with there crush. I had to have some romance and some girl time. Hanging out in the unit with you is frying all my brain cells from the smartness."

"Romance huh? Don't tell me you're one of those girls who believe in love at first sight and shit." You gasped shocked at him for swearing and at how good it sounded. "Says the guy who knew what Tangled was." He chuckled, "Well then Dumbo do you have a crush on anyone?" You giggled, "You're too late nerd, I already had that talk with my friends and it sticks between me and them." He felt a soft smile grow on his face and his eyes slowly shut. "Whatever you say princess. Now get to bed. I'll see you when I see you." You smiled at your phone, "Goodnight nerd." You said and made the noise of blowing a kiss. "Yeah, Yeah. Night Princess."

And with that you hung up, tired and forgetful of the nightmare you had. You looked and saw Max fast asleep at the foot of your bed and smiled, drifting off to sleep. Your head filled with dreams of Mace. All the while Mace was close to falling asleep yet he was tense.

With a sigh he trailed his hand down his cock and groaned feeling himself already half hard just from talking to you. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and began slowly pulling down his foreskin. He was now fully erect, and all he could imagine was your pretty glossed lips engulfing his tip and sucking like your life depending on it. As he began to move his hand up and down his big, thick cock, he groaned more as his imagination went even wilder. Imagining you kneeling down for him with your pretty doe eyes staring up at him, your mascara streaked all over your face from gagging on his cock when he face fucked you. And your pretty lips wiped clean from their gloss and now being coated in spit and precum. Mace let out a groan, his cum spurting everywhere, imagining it coating your face. He let out a shaky breathe.

Everytime he thought about you he came harder and harder. His mind would run rampant with ideas if ruining you. He got up and cleaned himself up before throwing himself back into bed and closing his eyes, finding rest much easier now that he was relaxed. As he drifted to sleep he mirrored your dreams, imagining only you in his sleep world just as you only imagined him in your sleep world.

[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𓆪

WC:1.7k+ GIF by oh-my-damn

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! jealous mace! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! tiny bit of slut shaming! flirty Harvey! Harvey being a bit of a creep.}

After the Tangled incident, Mace couldn't shake you off both physically and mentally. Every morning when he came into work he would get ready, and then you'd burst into the room with a smile on your face and 2 cups of coffee in your hands. All the while calling him a nerd through a yawn.

As much as he'd hate to admit it he'd grown fond of your morning routine. He liked having someone around even if it was you. You would always end up quizzing him about something simple and he'd just roll his eyes and give a short answer. No matter how dry his response was, you returned the next day with a grin on your face. And then there was the issue when he was home alone. God one thought about the outfit you were wearing that day and he got hard. It seemed like almost every night he'd tug his cock to the thought of you, gently moaning your name pretending you were riding his cock. And then afterwards, he would lay there thinking about you. You had him in a death grip and he didn't know how to get out so he would keep with his dry responses until he hopefully shakes you off.

And his wish came true; yesterday when you'd wandered in, dresses only in a short black dress and small red heels, you lips painted red to match. You were a knockout he'd give you that but he never acted on his desires. Finding it easy to ignore the temptation that was you. And feeling his blood pressure raise, preparing for your annoying questions. He had a deadline today and he couldn't miss it.

You perched on the counter as you always did and swung your feet before gently kicking off your heels. "Do you mind, Dumbo? No one wants to see your feet, let alone me." You giggled at him, and wiggled your feet, "I don't mind at all. I know you definitely have a foot fetish and I wanted your opinion on my pedicure." A grunt let Mace as he began tightening a bolt that had come loose. "You're disgusting princess, now shut up." You pouted at his harsh response.

You looked around before a memory of last night flashed through your brain. "Hey nerd, I gotta question for you?" He remained silent, still focused on the tightneing of the bolt. Your questions were always so stupid, he doesn't understand how you've made it as far as you have. "Ask." Was his dry response. You giggled and bit your cherry red lips, "Well I was brushing my teeth last night and then I was like what am I doing? Why am I doing this? So my question is what's toothpaste?"

Mace almost dropped his wrench over how stupid it was. "What." You sighed, "Well like I know that you put it on your teeth, but like how does it keep them healthy for so long? And why are there so many types?" A minute of silence passed and Mace realised you were deadly serious. "Ask Google." He responded dryly. It wasn't the day for your stupid questions, he was busy. Just as you were about to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off with curt, sharp words. "Dumbo, just go away. I'm busy today." You felt tears gather in your eyes but you bit them back and hopped down from the counter. You put your shoes on and as you were leaving you gently called out to him "Cya Mace." And with that he continued his work blissfully ignoring you.

Which led him to today. You were 20 minutes late and counting. He was waiting for you to come skipping in with coffee and questions. Yet all he got was nothing. With a sigh he left and walked to the cafeteria to get a coffee. And then he heard your giggle, relief crashed over him. You were late, you were just held up in the cafeteria. But as he entered that thought was quickly swept from his mind and anger fizzled in his brain making his veins fill with liquid rage. He tensed his jaw and went to the coffee machine.

You were in the cafeteria holding one cup of coffee and Harvey was stood across from you, caressing your arm. You giggled finding it ticklish. The only reason you'd ended up here was because you were wandering around and then decided to go and get a coffee before heading to see another unit. Yet when you got on Harvey from the communication unit appeared and began talking to you. You couldn't help but flash him a smile, and he was instantly wrapped around your finger without you even knowing. For the past 20 minutes all he did was ask you if you were single and tell you how pretty you were.

And then you saw Mace! Your heart leaped. Maybe he could help you and then you could escape his presence and see the biologist unit. You knew Corazon and knew she wouldn't mind you questioning her about all the flowers she was growing, infact she liked talking to you. Although she had heard rumours you were simple she liked how optimistic you were. That's why she named one of her plants after you in the unit. All it did was grow and remain optimistic about everything, just like you.

However that vision was shattered when Mace turned around and went to get a coffee. "Come on sugar, tell me are you single?" You coughed awkwardly and looked into Harvey's eyes seeing nothing but a predatory gaze staring back at you. "You know I've been thinking of getting a lizard. I might call it Pascal to go with Max." You replied in a happy tone completely ignoring his invasive questioning and making James snort. He turned to look at you and when he caught your eye he saw panic in the for a second before you looked back at Harvey.

"Stop avoiding the question sugar, it's fine if you have a large sexual past. It just shows you're more experienced and it'll be more fun for us." He dragged his hands down to your hips yet was stopped by a pair of hands already being there. Mace had stepped in behind you and pulled you back to him with his hands still on your hips. Your ass was directly against his crotch but he was too angry to think about it. Instead he glared at Harvey and looked down at you, still plastered with the stoic expression yet you saw concern in his eyes for a second.

"Let's go princess. We got our coffee." And with one last threatening gaze aimed at Harvey, he turned you both around and walked you to his unit. When you both got in, he walked past you yet you grabbed his hand looking down. Mace raised an eyebrow staring at where you were connected. Your whole hand had grabbed 2 of his fingers and wrapped comfortably around them. "Thank you Mace." He hummed softly and wrapped the rest of his hand around yours and squeezed. You then perched on his counter, silence drowning you both.

Mace continued fixing his new project and you just stared at the ground. You swayed your feet and James turned to look at you, "You're being quiet." You looked up at him, and he noted you had once again put mascara on and your lips were glossed. He then took in your outfit, you were wearing a simple lavender dress, a little short as always but this one was fluttery. Paired with a lavender cardigan crop top. You look incredibly beautiful. "I'm just waiting for my friend to text me and then I can go."

Mace furrowed his brow at this, "Why are you leaving? Don't you have any questions?" You started at him and blinked confused. "You said you didn't like my stupid questions. I thought you didn't want me here." Confusion spread out further between the two of you. "What are you talking about Dumbo?" You furrowed your brows back at him, "Yesterday! You said to ask Google and then told me to go away." He sighed, he forgot all about that. "Listen princess I'm sorry, I was stressed and I had a deadline and your questions about toothpaste didn't exactly help." Your rolled your eyes.

"I still have to go though, there's a sale on lipgloss at the mall." You smiled excitedly, Mace turned and rolled his eyes. "Ofcourse, you're the lipgloss queen." You giggled and saw the text you'd been waiting for from your bestfriend.

'We're here! Let's go shopping baby!! <3'

You quickly skipped to Mace and hugged his torso feeling his muscles tense deliciously. He turned and you quickly placed a kiss on each of his cheeks before you were at the doorway as always.

You bit your lip and he raised an eyebrow, "I'll see you tomorrow, nerd." And then you shot down the corridors. He couldn't help but chuckle. He continued with his work until he heard a cough. He pulled away and saw Harvey at his door. "What do you want?" Mace asked curtly. Harvey then looked around and sighed before taking in Maces face, the hair on his cheeks sparkled covered in a small amount of glitter that could only come from your lips.

Harvey wore a smug smirk, "That little bimbo isn't your girlfriend, is she?" Mace felt his hand ball into a fist over Harvey's tone. "Because if she was, Boss wouldn't be happy." Mace just a breathe and sighed. "It's none of your business Harvey, and how would boss react to find you've been creeping on his daughter huh? How fast would you be taken off this mission." Harvey scowled and left.

Mace was about to continue his work when a small parcel was delivered to him. He opened it and inside was a note and small lipgloss. He let a soft smile take over his face for a second before hardening his face again and reading the note.

'Please text this number when you get this note. <3'

Mace took his phone out and shot a text at the number, simply saying,

'dumbo.'

And seconds later he got a reply of

'nerd <3.'