I wanna make early 90s James my bitch. Like he’s tough and arrogant but for me? He’s the sweetest, most caring man. Something about manly men being soft af for you gets me weak on my knees.
Anon you're right, making that big man all soft for me is one of the things I want most in this world.
James is an imposing, tall, huge man, isn't he? And in the 90s he was fucking arrogant looking down on everyone with superiority... But when he comes home to you he becomes a docile puppy, looking to be petted and cuddled by his girl.
If you two are watching a movie he MUST have his head in your lap so you can play with his hair which would set him purring.
At bedtime he enjoys being the little spoon although he won't tell anyone that, it's kind of funny for you to be the big spoon because you're practically wrapped around him and yet you can't cover his whole body.
He follows you around the house like a baby duckling when you are doing anything like cooking, cleaning, reading; no matter what you are doing he will be there watching you with all the love in the world; then he will get tired of not getting attention and start bothering you until you only have eyes for him.
In bed it's no different, yes, he may take control when you are going to fuck most of the time but when he is in needy mode you will be the one taking the reins. You would push him onto the bed and climb on top of him to kiss the expanse of his body, from his lips to his thighs because you know how shaky he gets when you nibble on his sensitive skin there, after foreplay you would ride him so hard he forgets how to talk, he would lie there on the bed watching you reverently as you take him and make him lose his mind.
In the end, when you both cum he would be in your embrace for a little aftercare.
"You took it so well my love, what a good boy standing still while I rode you" You'd murmur against his hair all this praise as he hums contentedly, hiding his head in your neck to sigh happily.
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Hello, loves! Anyone here following along with CRuSH? Anxiously awaiting the next update? Maybe? Probably not.
Anyways, I thought we might play a game if there's interest as I slog my way through Covid brain fog and hack away at this next chapter to have it finished by the time I said I would (in two days, my god)
The game goes like this: send me an ask with a number between 1-500. The number corresponds with a line in my document, which I will then give you the entire paragraph it connects with.
preview: y/n died during the war and james finds a tape he took when y/n and him went on their first date
warnings: angst!, sad jamesie, after!war, post!hogwarts
james walked up the squeaky stairs of his parents house, opening the door to the attic. he’d been wanting to clean it up, knowing he hadn’t been up there in ages. the door made a loud and antagonising noise as it scraped against the old wooden floor, and james turned on the tiny chandelier.
looking around, he found a huge box covered in dust. he pushed it away with his hands, some of the dust ending up on his glasses as he coughed. he opened the box, only to find his old robes, school books and polaroids he’d taken during his school years.
on the left corner of the box he found a tape, curiosity taking over him as he grabbed it and went downstairs to the living room. he started to play the tape and slowly old memories that had been stored in the back of his mind came back.
there you were, his y/n. you were on your first date, at an arcade. james had positioned the camera on top of a table while he had his arm wrapped around you. he was cheering on you while you were very determined to win the game you were playing against some random stranger.
he loved you so fucking much. he looked so happy, your giggles still brought butterflies to his stomach. oh the good old days. he’d promised, he’d promised. to protect you and love unconditionally.
but he’d failed to keep it, he broke the promise. and he’d lost his favourite person, not only for a while. but forever. as the tears fall from his eyes, he looks back to the tape. you’re holding hands, wearing matching outfits, matching bracelets.
this was just the beginning of the most beautiful love story known to mankind.
one that unfortunately had an ugly end.
he remembers. yes he still remembers. his chest burns every time he relives the moment he sees the love of his life being murdered by a death eater. the moment he saw you fall to the floor, lifeless.
he’d never felt so angry, hopeless. he’d failed to look out for you, just like he promised your mom he would. and now you were gone, gone for good.
maybe in another life, huh?
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author note - hi babies, i hope you guys enjoyed!! i tried something angsty today :) if you liked it, pls like n reblog!! it helps soo much, ty n ilysm 🫂🌱💐♡︎
A/N: Fifth installment in my Mace-Verse and the drabble that started it all!
Mace-verse Summary: Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life.
Masterlist for James Mace
Pairing: James Mace x Reader
Word Count: 643
Summary: Mace decides that work can wait, much to your surprise.
“Mace,” you giggled as the engineer brushed the hair off your shoulder, giving his lips better access to your neck, “Stop it, we’ll get caught.”
“No we won’t,” he hummed as his lips traveled over your sensitive skin, “We’re the only ones here.”
“For now,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes slightly to keep your focus on your work.
When you embarked onto the Icarus II as its head biologist, you’d have never expected what you would find on board.
You’d expected to find the lab you worked in, the seeds you would plant growing beautifully as they thrived in the simulated environment.
You’d even expected to like your crew members, become an odd family of sorts, because you knew that you would all be enclosed in this small space for years and it was inevitable that you would form close bonds with these people.
What you hadn’t expected, however, was Mace.
And how he would slowly but steadily creep into your heart, seep into your mind like a thick fog.
And you’d never expected that he would feel the same way, once you realized what was happening.
But he did, he still does, and although it complicated everything, you both ultimately gave in to your urges.
Even though you both knew it wasn’t a good idea, that it was frowned upon, practically against the rules.
“Icarus,” Mace says as he nips on your shoulder, his lips a gentle contrast to his teeth, “Lock the door to the lab and let us know if anyone tries to come in. Understood?”
“Yes, Mace,” Icarus replies dutifully upon the command.
“See?” He whispers, his lips making their way upwards, finding the spot right below your ear as he presses his chest against your back, “We’re fine. We won’t get caught.”
You chuckle and shake your head in amusement, your fingers carefully maneuvering the seeds in your hand, “Mace, I have work to do. So do you.”
He scoffs, his hands circling around your waist, “Work can wait.”
You laugh, an amused sound that makes him smile against your neck because he loves the melodic tune so much, it makes his heart skip a beat.
“I didn’t think I would ever hear those words come out of your mouth,” You say, placing the seeds in a small container before closing the lid, “You’re always working.”
“i was always working,” he corrects, placing his head on your shoulder, his eyes following the movements of your small fingers as they grab for another container. He leans into you more, the warmth of his body seeping into your bones as he holds you close, “It’s hard to concentrate now.”
“Why?” You ask, a tilt of your head as you listen to his words, doing your best to multitask.
“My mind wanders,” he mumbles, his one hand reaching out for a liquid out of your reach when he notices your need for it. He places the glass jar with the clear liquid in front of you before his hand goes back to its former position, his fingers softly caressing your waist as his arms are wrapped around you.
“It wanders?” You ask with furrowed brows, pouring fertilizer into the liquid as you inquire further, “What do you mean it wanders?”
“Means I can’t focus,” he says, his voice more quiet now, “It.. Wanders.”
“Huh,” you say, out of confusion more than anything, “And it didn’t use to do that?”
“No,” he quickly replies before trailing off, his words barely above a whisper, “It definitely didn’t..”
“What changed?” You chirp, your eyes completely focused on the work you’re doing. You don’t notice how his arms tighten around you at the question, or how his eyes flicker down to look at how your fingers move, how beautiful they are.
“I guess it just found something else it liked thinking about more than science..”
wait, does that mean i can like officially be your mace anon now? oh my god and of course your real life comes before your tumblr life!!! i definitely didn’t mean to like kinda throw it out there just to get the ‘when and what you’re planning’ out of you, honestly, i’m sorry i even brought it up. i hope everything works out at your new job🥺and mace is excited for you, too, idk where you’ll work, but i’m sure he’d be buying you like these little essentials you would need there? like some cute pencils and pens, you need that almost everywhere right, or at least it doesn’t hurt to have one on you. or like some cute water bottle with that water tracker - not necessarily those that like beep once you drink enough, but those with the text reminders on them “good morning” “keep drinking” “you’ve got it!” and other shit😭
of course!!! if you want you can pick an emoji or some sign off so i always know it's you, maybe ☀️ for sunshine? up to you!!
and omg my dearest please don't sweat it ☺️💕 i'm not upset at all. and thank you for your well wishes!!! i'm a lil nervous but what's new lmao
he'd wake up just as early as you just to give you a kiss for good luck and make you a yummy breakfast (maybe he's not a good cook but like? he does his best) 💕 the first day of your new job james texts you almost every two hours like
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james closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. he was starting to regret taking the assignment in wales hearing grace on the other end of the line. stupid, stupid, stupid. all the sudden his interest in the welsh team’s coach shake up vanished and he considered apparating or flooing back to london in that moment. the promise of an early morning interview followed promptly by his scheduled departure kept him glued to where he stood. his editor would have his ass if he left without the coach’s statement.
instead of rushing home, james settled with groaning into the phone, “ me fucking too. ” behind him, the pub door yawned open as a drunkard tried to navigate their way out. the sound of the welsh quidditch team yelling at james to hurry up accompanied the drunk person’s gibberish. “ that’s my cue. ” james grumbled before turning and yelling to the rowdy players, “ oh fuck off! ”
“ i love you. ” he said softly into his phone and then reluctantly hung up, still wondering if he could get out of the interview.
