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moralesispunk · 10 months

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Can't Sleep

Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: You can't sleep and Marcus comes up with a plan to fix that

Warnings: established relationship, oral (f receiving), kissing

Word Count: 1k (very short and sweet)

It has been hours since you first woke up.

Your side of the bed was now uncomfortably warm from all of the tossing and turning, sticking your leg out and back in from under the duvet while flipping your pillow over so many times that neither was the cool side anymore.

You groan and rub your eyes that are sore from watching the clock turn from 1:23 to 3:46 without a wink of sleep.

Marcus stayed snoring softly beside you, barely moving an inch throughout all of your fidgeting with one arm thrown over his head and the other resting on his chest as he dreamt away while you grew more and more frustrated with your mind's inability to turn off.

It was your best friend’s birthday tomorrow and you still needed to get a card, which you had meant to do after work but those files had got lost and so you had to stay late. And you were in charge of picking up the cake so you had to do that tomorrow as well. But that was on the other side of town so you would have to get ready early, go get the cake, then drive all the way back again in time for the barbecue. Then there was your prescription you had to pick up but the pharmacy was closed on Sundays and you would be out of your current pack by then so you would have to get that on the way to the cake shop…

Eventually you stopped clock watching and instead turned to face Marcus, taking in the stronge slope of his nose and pouring lips. His hair that was even messier than usual despite his head barely moving on the pillow from the second his eyes close to the second they open in the morning. The small furrow between his brows that was present even when dreaming, like he had to solve every problem that came his way even when asleep.

You didn't want to wake him with any more tossing and turning, especially not when he looked so peaceful, and so you slowly pushed your weight up to your elbows, thinking about the spare room down the hall, but before you could move any further a soft palm wrapping around your forearm stopped you.

“Where you goin’?”

You looked back down at Marcus, his dark eyes blinking up at you.

Hushing him softly, you tried to move away but he held on to you. “I just can't sleep. I’m going to go to the spare room. Go back to sleep.”

The crease between his brows deepens, his head shaking back and forth against the pillow as he tugs on your arm until you’re laying back down beside him.

“Nope.”

“Marcus-”

“No.”

“I don't want to keep you up, too.”

He doesn't respond to that, instead pulling you until you're instinctively wrapping around him with a leg thrown over his waist and your hand resting on his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks instead.

“Thinking about everything I need to do tomorrow,” you reply, already feeling more relaxed as his fingers trail up and down your back, bumping your sleep shirt up higher until the bottom of your back is exposed and he starts dragging his fingers back and forth across your soft skin.

“That's tomorrow’s problem,” he replies, kissing the top of your head.

“I still can't stop thinking about it.”

It's something you can't help. Your mind is always twirling a million different thoughts, especially when you lie in bed with the near silence - Marcus's snoring and the brown noise track playing softly through the speaker Marcus set up by your side of the bed is usually enough to help you sleep but not tonight. Tonight your mind is just too loud.

Marcus must sense this, rolling you until you're lying on your back and he's hovering over you, his elbows planted by either side of your head and his still half-sleeping eyes looking down at you.

“Want me to help?” He asks, his voice rough but only partly with sleep, partly with whatever thoughts are now running through his mind as he nuzzles against your neck.

“I don't know how you can-”

You cut yourself off with a moan when he grinds himself down against you.

“Will you let me take care of you?” He mumbles against your skin, dragging the neck of your shirt down enough to kiss along your collarbone. “Hm?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you down your chest, lifting your t-shirt up to bare your stomach and kissing along the soft skin there before settling between your legs. He slowly drags your shorts down your legs, kissing as he goes, before settling back between your spread thighs.

He goes slowly, stopping to kiss up and down your thighs he holds over his shoulders or licks along the crease at your thigh. He does it until your body stops feeling tense and starts to relax back into the mattress, your moans turning to breathy gasps and your orgasm is accompanied only by a slight arch of your back and and your hand running up and down his forearm until he comes to wrap it in his palm as he squeezes it once, his thumb rubbing along your wrist.

Your face is turned into the pillow, your body is pilant against the mattress, your hand stroking across his strong shoulders.

“Still worried about tomorrow?” He asks and your lips twist into a frown.

“Well, a little. I still have so much to do. The cake. The prescription-”

“I’ll pick up the damn cake,” he mutters between your legs.

You choke back a laugh, turning and looking down to find the way Marcus lifts his head enough to look up at you as his eyes crinkle at the side from amusement and a soft smile covers his face.

“I’ll pick up the cake. I’ll go to the pharmacy. I’ll do whatever, but we can talk about that when the sun is up. Right now…” He dips his head, nipping the inside of your thigh with his teeth before licking and kissing away the pain. “Right now I want to make you come again,” he mutters.

And he does. He holds you through it as he brings you to the edge three more times, the final pulling you into a sleep as he kisses up your stomach and chest, nuzzling against your neck and pulling you to his chest.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 29- Body Worship

Marcus Pike x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), teasing, nipple play

Notes- I miss writing for the perfect boyfriend Marcus! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Shit baby… You’re so damn beautiful,” Marcus purred against your skin.

“Marcus…” All you could do was moan his name whenever he got into moods like this.

Marcus kissed his way down the side of your face and along your jaw. His hands roamed all over your body until they landed on your breasts and squeezed them hard. He hadn’t even removed a single piece of clothing off his own body, and whenever you tried, he pushed you away, insisting on focusing only on you and your pleasure.

You arched your back into his touch as you turned your head to the side and allowed him access to your neck. Marcus eagerly took the opportunity and attacked his lips to the sensitive spot there and sucked hard. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and held him tightly while he licked and nibbled along your neck while his hands still worked your breasts.

“I’m gonna kiss every inch of you, baby,” he groaned as he worked his way up the muscle in your neck and gently bit the lobe of your ear, “Kiss every inch of your beautiful body.”

You moaned as you felt his breath tickle your ear and it made you giggle softly. Even without the words needed, you felt the love and affection in every single one of Marcus’ touches and kisses. He always excelled in making you feel good, and wanted, and tonight was no exception.

He made his way down to your collarbone and sucked at the skin there, murmuring incoherent praises along the way. You whimpered as you buried your hand in his hair while he kissed his way down to your breast. When he reached the soft mound, Marcus wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked hard.

You cried out in pleasure as he flicked his tongue against your nipple and bit down playfully. You arched your back, giving him even more access to your body, and Marcus responded by sucking on the sensitive bud harder.

“Fuck… Marcus…” you tugged at his hair hard when he hit a spot that sent a jolt throughout your entire body.

“You like that, baby?” he asked with a cocky smirk after he popped off your nipple.

You blinked your eyes open and met his gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw the look of pure adoration there, “Yes,” you couldn’t even quip back with a smart comment when Marcus looked at you like that and made you feel this good. And he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet.

“Good,” he replied with a tease before he launched himself onto your other breast.

The scream you let out echoed in the room as Marcus sucked hard on your other nipple. You bucked your hips against his body, desperate for some friction to your aching cunt. Marcus groaned into your skin as he felt the desperation in your action and without breaking away, he snaked a hand down the front of your body.

When he reached your pussy, he let out an even lower groan when he felt how wet you were, “Shit, baby,” he moaned, “You’re soaking,” Marcus’ hair fell into his eyes as he looked you over with a glazed expression.

“All for you, Marcus,” you breathed as you felt your skin burn from the passions.

Marcus growled your name as he pushed a finger inside you without warning. His cock throbbed at the scream you let out, but he continued to kiss his way across every inch of your skin while his finger stayed buried inside you.

“Marcus… Please…”

“I wanna take my time with you tonight, baby,” Marcus soothed you as he hooked the finger inside you and gently massaged your sweet spot as he kissed along your body.

You whimpered as he made his way closer to your cunt, but purposefully avoided it in favor of your inner thighs. You let out a huff when Marcus skipped over your pussy and trailed a line of kisses along your right thigh. Just when you thought he would finally kiss the one place you wanted him to, he smirked and repeated the action on your left.

“Marcus…” you begged as you clenched your inner muscles around his finger in hopes that he would give in to your pleas.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “You know I’m weak when you do that.”

This time it was your turn to smirk, “That’s the idea,” your voice was low as you squeezed your muscles again and rocked your hips against his hand.

“Alright… is this what you want?”

Marcus dove into your pussy before you had a chance to answer and devoured you like a man starved. You cried out in pleasure as you finally got what you wanted and your mind swam in ecstasy as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Marcus pumped his finger in and out of you a few times while his tongue worked your clit before he added a second one.

“Fuck… fuck… Marcus…”

“You taste so good baby,” he groaned into you, “So delicious… So beautiful…”

You moaned loudly as the hum of his praise went right to your core. Marcus slurped loudly at your pussy, now determined to send you over the edge. His fingers thrust in and out of you faster, and every time they were fully buried inside you, he hooked them to hit your sweet spot with precision. And it didn’t take much longer after that for him to get what he wanted.

With a loud scream, you came hard. Your body trembled as you clutched the sheets and threw your head back as you surrendered to your climax. Tears filled your eyes as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you. And still, Marcus didn’t stop. He kept going until he was sure he had pulled every ounce of your orgasm from you, and even then he licked at your clit a few more times for good measure.

Marcus finally broke away when you let out a whimper and your hands clung to his shoulders. Slowly and carefully, he pulled his fingers out of you before he kissed his way back up your body. This time, however, he was faster with his kisses; Marcus was too desperate to kiss you to be slow.

When he took your lips with his, you moaned into Marcus’ mouth and instantly wrapped your arms and legs round him to keep him close, “Marcus… That was… Wow…”

Marcus kissed the tip of your nose with a short laugh, “That was just the beginning, baby,” his voice was low as he rocked his hips against you, “I’m gonna spend all night making you feel good… And I have more of you to kiss too,” he winked and flashed that charming smile that made you weak in the knees.

You couldn’t help the moan you let out, “Fuuuuuck…”

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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In the mood for Marcus pike or Javi Peña 🫣 perhaps friends/partners to lovers or fwb (up to you) But, please I need a happy ending today.

Thank you comadre 🫶🥰

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pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

rating: F (fluff, mentions of hookups, two idiots in love)

word count: 1.2k

How many times did you have to put yourself through this kind of shit before you finally grew wise enough to see yourself out before your heart got torn to shreds?

Marcus was only supposed to be a source of relief, no strings attached, no complications. What was only meant to be a one time thing all too quickly snowballed into a I-need-you-every-night thing, his apartment becoming more of a home to you in the last three months than your own. Still, no matter how many nights spent beside him, the fear of growing too attached—of caring about him beyond the point of rescue—prevented you from staying the entire night.

Every morning around 4 a.m., right before the sun had started to rise over the horizon, you carried yourself out of his bed, tiptoeing your way through his apartment until you had snuck out to the safety of your own conveniently down the hall. Marcus pretended not to notice or care, greeting you each morning in the office with a subtle nod that was casual enough to not arouse any suspicion from your coworkers, though it lit flames of desperation inside of you.

You yearned for more from him, your hands itching every time he was near, your eyes searching for him in every room you found yourself in. You’d never longed to touch someone so much, especially considering how well acquainted you were with nearly every inch of his golden, smooth skin. It was completely backwards and yet you knew it was the safest thing for you.

To let him in would just give him the opportunity to let you down, and you couldn’t risk that again. Not with Marcus, at least.

“Hey,” his voice was low and tone to the point as he greeted you at your desk, tapping the manilla folders in his hand against the wood while avoiding your eyes. You stared up at him from your seat, drunk off his proximity and filled to the throat with nerves.

“Hey,” you responded in a soft voice, too anxious to speak any firmer.

“You left earlier than usual this morning,” he noted, finally bringing his wandering eyes back to yours. You gave him a shocked look, eyes wide as though you were a child who’d just been caught misbehaving. “Thought you didn’t leave until four.”

“Yeah, uh,” your eyes turned to the papers spread out on your desk, your fingers bending the corners into unnecessary rabbit ears just to keep them busy. “I don’t know.”

“You know you could stay the whole night one of these days,” he offered, one corner of his mouth curling up just a bit as you lifted your eyes back to his. “Promise my morning breath isn’t that bad.”

You chuckled, shaking your head and exhaling as you nodded in acknowledgement.

“Seriously,” he tried again after being met with your pitiful response. “Why are you always leaving? Did I say something to make you think I didn’t want you around—“

“No,” you assured, your eyes flickering over to where a coworker stood by the copier, not-so-subtly eavesdropping on your conversation. “We can talk about it later on.”

“Alright…” he tapped the folder again as he lifted himself off the corner of your desk where he’d been perched. “Just…come by whenever.”

“Okay.” You watched him walk away a bit defeated, a hope you resented brewing in your chest at the thought of him potentially wanting more from you. There wasn’t a question of you being willing to give yourself over to him—it was what you’d spent every day of the last three months longing for. The question was whether or not you thought you could survive the loss if he woke up one day and decided he was done with you like so many of these friends-with-benefits relationships had gone before.

“Knock, knock,” you let yourself into his apartment like so many evenings before, Marcus having given you direct permission to come over whenever about a month in after you’d earned his trust.

The smell of steak searing on a pan and boiling potatoes caught you by surprise. Marcus had told you he knew how to cook once, though you always doubted the truth in his confidence, but you’d never once seen him make even a sandwich before.

“Hey,” he greeted with a rare dimpled half-grin as you made your way up the three steps from his living room to his kitchen. “Making some dinner, should be done soon.”

“What’s the special occasion?” You let out an impressed chuckle as he turned around to grab a pre-poured wine glass from the countertop beside him, handing it over to you. “If I was a romantic, I would think this was a date.”

Hiding behind the mask of a cold-hearted woman again.

“Just sorta realized I’ve been sleeping with you for three months and yet you and I have never had dinner,” he shrugged. “Thought I should fix that.”

“Well,” you blushed, flustered by the sentiment. You sat yourself on top of the counter, unsure of what to say or do to prevent yourself from slipping too far into this delusional hope you felt pooling.

“I gotta know,” he turned to you with an almost amused smirk as he flipped the steaks in the cast iron pan over, the sear on them perfect. “How do you keep shit so separated?”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, sipping your wine in hopes of easing the flipping in your stomach.

“I don’t know, I just…” he laughed at himself, shaking his head. “I thought I was going to be good at this whole casual hookup thing, but it’s too…blurry for me.”

“Oh,” you swallowed, the hope inside you being drowned by worry that he was about to end things for good. “So…you’re making me a farewell dinner.”

“Or,” he tilted his head and gave you a bashful smile as he carried the pot of potatoes over to the sink.

“Or…” you urged him on, not wanting to be the one to take the next step. Marcus looked hesitant as he set the pot down on the counter, wiping his hands on a cloth before standing between your legs, his hands on your hips.

“Or we could maybe try to do this for real?” Marcus’s eyes searched yours frantically, the same fear of rejection you’d been feeling for the last few months clear in his eyes for the first time. You cracked a smile, unsure of what else do do, and placed your hand on his cheek.

“I’m…scared of it ending badly and me losing you,” you admitted, running your thumb over his cheekbone. Marcus shook his head and turned his face so that he was kissing your palm.

“I’ve wanted more from you since day one,” he husked. “This isn’t something I just decided on without careful consideration, baby.”

You melted at the pet name and his smile grew wider, aware of the effect it had on you.

“I’ve wanted more for a long time too,” you confessed with a shy smile. “Just too used to being burned to make the first move.”

“Well,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. “I don’t mind being the one to take the leap as long as I know you’re right behind me.”

You giggled as his beard tickled your skin, your head nodding. “Yeah. I’m right behind you, Marcus.”

“Good,” he pulled back and chuckled, gesturing at the meal he was cooking. “I don’t think I’d be able to eat steak again if this went the other way.”

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Day Four: Breast Worship/Nipple Play - Marcus Pike

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WC: 2.5k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Breast/Nipple play. (Groping, biting, sucking etc). Smut. Non Penetrative Sex. A little rough and desperate. Readers breasts are Marcus' instant turn on. Overstimulation. Fluff. AN: Ah! This one was nice, I really enjoyed writing Marcus acting a little out of it during sex. Not too rough, but just losing himself in the heat of the moment in the right kind of way. Hope you enjoy, my loves.

One of the many perks that Marcus loves about his job is the long lunch breaks he can take from time to time, provided that he makes up for it later in the day of course and if there is work to be done, then he can’t exactly leave, but on slow work days like today, he can head home for an hour and a half. Forty-five minutes longer than what he usually gets.

The man loves this particular perk of his job so much because it means he gets to come home and see you, as if he hadn’t just seen you several hours ago when kissing you goodbye in bed this morning. Marcus can’t help miss you a little, the sparks are still as strong as they were in the very beginning, if not stronger, and every morning he awakes to be met with your beauty, he falls in love all over again.

The timing of events today couldn’t be any more perfect either as you actually had the day off, so he knows that you will most definitely be home, and he only remembers that you’ll be home because you have talked his ear off about this day all week. You're hard working, sometimes too much and it can drain your energy at times, but your drive to keep busy is one of the many qualities he loves about you.

And then of course, just hearing about all the things you’ve planned to do today made him feel joyous. Your excitement made him excited, and he could hardly wait to get home to see you relaxing in every possible way that you’ve yearned for. A long lie in this morning was a start, then you mentioned catching up on all of your TV shows - but not the ones you watch together - and maybe a nice, hot bubbly bath in the afternoon.

Marcus stopped off at a couple stores on his way home, to grab some of your favorite snacks and drinks for later on in the evening today, and to grab something you can eat with him over lunch. Charlie's Confectionaries was one of the stores he stopped off at to buy two square slices of your favourite chocolate fudge, decorated with swirls of peanut butter in the middle and powdered sugar on the top.

It’s a sickly sweet chocolate, too rich to indulge with more than one slice, but is a delicacy he found and came to love because of you. For lunch, he just bought two takeout containers of Macaroni Madness from the local diner. It’s just mac and cheese topped with juicy, crispy chicken goujons. Simple yet very filling and super tasty. The smell of the food fills the air in the car, which has made his stomach growl the whole way here and he hopes you’re as hungry as he is right now.

Marcus texted you a little over an hour ago to let you know that he will be coming home for lunch and he would bring you something to eat too, but you haven’t replied to him. He timed everything perfectly, ordered the food while at work and visited the stores on his way to the diner. It only took fifteen minutes off his lunch break overall, so he still has one hour and fifteen minutes to enjoy.

Pulling up into the driveway and turning off the car, he grabs the carrier bag filled with your snacks, the two takeout containers of food then gets out of the car. Marcus immediately could hear music and it was loud. Not too loud from the outside where it could cause problems with his neighbours, but loud enough from the inside that he could barely hear his own voice when calling for you.

After clicking the door closed behind him, he heads into the kitchen to put snacks and drinks away, then grab two sets of cutlery and head upstairs. You’re in the shower, he can tell by the choice of music you’re listening to before he could hear the running water. He doesn’t want to startle you, so he treads carefully and quietly.

Moving through the bedroom, he grabs the remote for the stereo player then sits down down on the window seat with the food. The spot he chose to sit however, gave him a perfect glimpse into the bathroom where he could see you in the shower. The glass was heavily fogged up with the temperature of water, but he could still trace the outline of your sexy body and instead of turning off the music just yet, he opted to sit quietly and admire you for a few moments.

Though it was an arousing image to look at, he didn’t feel those emotions right away as he just simply adored the sound of you singing in the shower. It was a warmth spreading across his chest at first, especially hearing you sing along to one of his ABBA albums. Your sweet, cheery voice resonates through the glass door, fetching a deep smile on his lips filled with endearment. You’re no popstar singer, but the shower is your stage and Marcus is the crowd cheering you on.

As he zones in on your figure, his eyes trail along the curvature of your hips and his smile changes ever so slightly. A smirk appears instead, watching you bend over to lather your soapy hands across your legs and feet, but then you turn to face him. He panicked initially, thinking you would be frightened by the dark shadow sitting in your bedroom watching you and would scream, but you didn’t.

You didn’t see him. Your head lolls back with a deeply satisfying sigh under the hot spray of water. And now, Marcus has a frontal view of you - of your breasts. Immediately his cock stirs to life upon watching you circle your hands around your boobs, graciously lathering them up with soapy bubbles before you turn away again, though not all the way. He still had a side view, could still see your breasts that are just an instant turn on for the man.

It doesn’t take much to turn him on, but if you were to ever put him to the test, then your boobs would be the perfect weapon to make him crumble. They’re just so round and full, perfectly proportioned with the rest of your body. Your breasts are softer than the best silk out there and Marcus loves to fondle them, loves to caress your supple skin and circle your nipples to draw out the prettiest of whines from your lips.

Groaning softly just thinking about it, he quickly comes back to reality and turns the music off. “Baby, it’s just me.” He calls out immediately with a soft tone, hoping it wouldn’t frighten you. And it worked. Though you turned swiftly, he could see you relax in the shower with the sound of his voice. Then, you used your hands to wipe away some of the fog before peering through the gap.

“Hey honey.” You giggle with a warm smile on your lips. “How are you home? Is everything okay?” You ask, making it clear that you hadn’t read his text.

“I got a long break today, and I got us some Macaroni Madness too.” Marcus replies, then chuckles upon seeing you open the shower door immediately and reach for your robe. “Should have said sooner.” You laugh too, grinning at him as you wrap your hair in a towel. “I’m starving, hon. I only just woke up about twenty minutes ago.”

“Wow, you really slept in late today, huh?” He jokes while opening the containers of food as you approach. Mumbling a ‘oh yes’ into a kiss on his lips, you pull back and take a seat opposite him, but raise one eyebrow, the action stumping Marcus. “What?” He chuckles.

“Watching me in the shower has awoken someone, babe.” You wink, eyes darting down to his crotch with a smirk. There was a visible tent in his pants, his cock clearly hard as it was straining against the zipper. Giggling while biting your bottom lip, you reach for your food then lean your back against the wall. “Let me eat first then I’ll take care of that, handsome.”

Not before I take care of you first. Marcus smiles with that thought, then reaches for his food too. Leaning against the wall, he indulges with his first forkful of crispy chicken and cheesy macaroni, watching you do the same thing with a deeply satisfying hum. The conversation at first was very minimal, you each just enjoyed the peaceful silence while eating together.

You and Marcus have been together too long now to feel awkward anymore, and besides, you’re literally sitting opposite him in a loosely tied robe with your boobs showing while eating like you had been starved for days. The man has seen and admired every inch of your body, there’s no hint of awkwardness between you both anymore, not even when he is still as hard as a rock in his pants.

It’s no secret how much Marcus loves your breasts, you see it every day in his eyes when he looks at you. Though he tries not to be so obvious looking at them, he just steals quick glances and it makes your stomach flutter every time. Most men have an adoration for breasts, but Marcus’ adoration for yours is noticeable. It’s like a fixation, an instant turn on that drives him crazy for you. Which also makes you feel so even more beautiful in his eyes.

“How was work?” You ask while finishing up your food. Taking the empty containers, you place them into the carrier bag and move away from the window. Marcus follows you like a lost puppy, his hands reaching out quickly to wrap around your front as he kisses your neck. “Slow and boring.” He mumbles, purposely tickling your skin with his bearded lip that draws out the sweetest giggle from you.

Walking downstairs together was a task from the position he was holding you in, but once you reached the kitchen, you discarded the rubbish then turned to face him with a devious smirk on your face. “Now where were we?” You whisper while reaching for the belt around his pants, however as soon as you work them open and they fall to his feet, Marcus makes a rather out of the ordinary move.

“N-hm, not so fast.” He chuckles while taking your hands in his. It was a sweet laugh, but sinister at the same time and it was taking you by surprise, especially when he stopped you from reaching the waistband of his boxers. Instead, he brought your hands to rest on the counter behind you then opened your robe. You witness his beautiful warm brown eyes darken with desire, the irises expanding like he was feeding a drug habit - all because of your breasts.

A shiver washes over your body under Marcus’ sex crazed glare, it’s like he’s become ice cold and focused on you. Gasping when he leans in, you tilt your head back and moan when he seals his lips around your pert nipple. He suckles at first, then rolls the bud between his teeth, providing a delicate mixture of pain and pleasure.

“M-Marcus.” You manage to speak through the shock. He’s usually more reserved and, for a lack of better words, vanilla when it comes to sex, though currently, he had his hands wrapped around your lower back while rolling his hips into you and sucking on your breast - grunting like an animal in heat. His grip was most arousing. It was strong, almost bruising your skin as if he were securing you in place while he dry humps you.

“Oh fuck.” He gasps when releasing your nipple. Lowering his hands to your ass, he gropes them forcefully to pull you in and meet his actions halfway, however the last barrier of clothing was in the way and he desperately yanks his boxers down, freeing his cock as it slaps against his lower stomach. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, and when you shake your head, he growls. “Good.”

Taking himself in hand, Marcus slides his dick through your slit then holds onto your ass again, using the actions of your slick folds rubbing back and forth to get himself off. He wasn’t actually fucking you, just using the sensation to pleasure himself while he goes back to sucking your other breast, this time with a more harsher bite than before.

“Marcus!” You yelp from the sting, but move your hands from the countertop to thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him in to do it again. Which he does. Circling your sensitive nipple with his tongue, then sucking on them gently, he bites down again and pulls back this time, testing if you like it or not by listening to your reactions.

You cry and buck your hips into him, using the back and forth motion of his cock to stimulate your clit to push you to climax. Marcus uses that, uses your reactions to both your advantages and continues peppering love bites all over your breasts, leaving both your nipples a pretty pink in colour.

You mewl from above as your legs squeeze together, creating a tightness around his cock that causes Marcus’ actions to falter. “I’m gonna cum.” He grunts into your chest, his movements becoming ragged and erratic, as was his breathing. “Just like this baby, I’m gonna cum like this.” He warns.

“Do it, Marcus and don’t stop.” You plead, seconds before falling apart on his cock. Legs buckling beneath you, he holds onto your sides tightly, then grabs one of your breasts and bites your nipple while picking up his pace. The pleasure was reaching over stimulation, but the sting of his bite kept you grounded, prolonging your high long enough to feel his hot ropes of seed coating your pussy.

“Holy fucking shit!” He releases you once again to breathe a groan. Panting through his high as he makes a mess between your legs, Marcus rests his sweaty forehead between your shoulder and neck, his legs actually shaking against yours. He, too, was over-stimulated and had to slow down. After a few moments of catching his breath, he pulls back and looks at you, his face instantly softening with your blissed out state.

Your eyes glossed over, cheeks rosy red and skin flushed hot with passion melts the man's heart. Leaning in to kiss your lips, he rubs reassuring hands up and down your sides, then carefully caresses your boobs. “I didn’t… Did I?” He could barely ask if it hurt, fear of what your answer may be kept the words from rolling off his tongue, though you shushed him and shook your head.

“No, Marcus - you could never, baby.” You reassured those doubts in his mind, Marcus could never hurt you and his love for your breasts brought out a different side to him. In fact, the next words out of your mouth were 'more'.

You wanted more.

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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Hi!

Can I request a Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) x male reader. The reader works in Lisbon's team but is passionate about art and knows a lot about it. So when he sees some of the paintings Pike's team has rescued he recognizes them right away and goes all fanboy about them and can't stop rambling about them and Marcus is impressed and asks him out?

I hope this is okay and not too long or detailed. It's okay if you don't feel like doing it, just thought I would ask since there aren't pike x male reader out there

—Intrigued

pairing : marcus pike x male!reader

a/n: hi anon! This is my very first marcus fic and request so i’m super honored! i must apologize for i am not very familiar with the mentalist but nevertheless i tried my best to make up what i could from the clips i’ve seen and i hope this is at least up to your expectations!

word count: 629

content: art stuff, work place

As you made your way into the headquarters you noticed Pike passing by. You’ve always been interested in him, for his dashing looks and the way he carries himself. You’re not sure if he’d ever look twice your way though.

You greet your fellow colleagues around the office before settling at your desk and immediately starting work. You had a ton of files to scam through; one of the many vexations that came with being Lisbon’s secretary.

You spent the remainder of the day skimming through papers and emails. Every once and awhile someone would come in with more boring stuff to look through as if the first batch wasn’t boring enough.

The work day was coming to an end and more people started heading home. You figured you got a productive amount done for today so you got up and grabbed your messenger bag.

A quick trip to the men’s room was definitely needed but you hate using public restrooms so it would just have to wait. You put some pep in your step as you left the office.

The door to Pike’s was open however and you did a double take as you noticed a few paintings. You stopped and decided to take a quick peek. Yeah, they were beautiful, alright.

There was nothing you loved more than art. Specifically cubist and surrealist paintings; the old style was extremely fascinating to you. You had worked on a few pieces at home trying to replicate them.

“Oh, yeah, those are the ones my team managed to save the other day. Those guys are worth more than my whole salary combined.” You jumped slightly, embarrassed of his sudden appearance.

You chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, they should be. They’re beautiful. See that one right there?” You pointed to the one in the middle.

He looked at you and studied your face for a second before saying, “Yeah, what about it?”

“It’s called En Canot; famous cubist oil painting. I actually really love cubism, I mean just look at that shaping. Captivating.” He noticed the way you spoke with such admiration.

“I think it’s been missing since like the 30s. I’m glad you guys could recover it. Oh! That one next to it! It’s summer’s day I’m sure.”

“It’s more abstract-expressionism, came right after the surrealism period. And that other one right there has to be La clairière! Impressionism era for sure.

Pike smiled, “You sure do know a lot about art. How do you know so much?”

You didn’t mean to but you fiddled with your bag’s strap nervously. You were actually speaking to him!

“I took art all through out middle and high school. From there on out I became completely hooked onto art and well, here I am! Working as an office secretary.” You joked and you both shared a laugh.

“Do you make your own art then?” Curious, he wanted to know more about you.

“Yes, not as often anymore though. I do whenever I can though. I love surrealism and cubism so I always try to incorporate that in my work.” You sighed.

“I wish I could pursue art or something but I don’t think I’d be able to survive off that kind of money.”

“Well, I think you should do what you love. I mean, I know it’s not that easy but, you’re so passionate, I’m sure you’d be great, man.” He looked at you, trying to let you know he’s serious.

“Thanks..I genuinely appreciated that. You know, I don’t often talk about art like this. Not with anyone really.” You admitted.

“Goodness, you shouldn’t hide your passions like that. Tell ya what,” He took one last look at you.

“Tomorrow night at dinner, I wanna hear more about you and art. Oh and, you should wear something like this suit again.”

He gave you a smirk before walking away.

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davnittbraes · 5 months

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Affirmations - Part One

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (not this part but the next one 😉)

Word Count: 2750

Warnings etc: anxiety, lots of negative self-talk, a lil bit of dissociation, LOVE YOURSELVES BABES, Marcus being a danger to my ovaries, brief reference to previous sexytimes

Reader-insert physical descriptors: none here but in Part Two hair long enough to comb fingers through

Notes: takes place a week after I’m Here but you don’t necessarily have to read it before this. Marcus and reader are in a newish relationship, their last time being intimate they pushed some boundaries, and reader confirmed she’s got a thing for letting her partner take control. Wink wink nudge nudge. Aka this relationship is heading in the BDSM direction.

I wrote this for @shirks-all-responsibilities, who rants about I’m Here Marcus so much I thought it damn well time he show her some love in return. I mean I also very much wrote it for me, too, like what is fanfic if not absolute self-indulgence 😂

Oh my god, it’s so late.

You pull into Marcus’ driveway, immediately cutting the engine, paranoid that the sound is too loud in the thick quiet of night covering the suburb.

It’s too late, really.

But he had said he wanted to see you, no matter how late you finished work. That a week was too long without seeing your beautiful smile.

So incredibly sweet - and so very Marcus.

Your gaze flicks to the illuminated clock on the car dash.

Still…

Okay, well, he had replied to your text not long ago, when you told him you were leaving work, reassuring you that he still wanted you to come over, stay for the weekend.

That had been the plan all week, you’d been looking forward to two whole days with him - the man who had rewritten your definition of romance.

No, not just romance - relationships in general. What it means to be with somebody.

To trust someone else implicitly.

To put your soul in their hands and know they’ll treat it like the greatest treasure.

And how that trust could lead to not only a depth of intimacy you’d never known possible, but also incredible, mind-blowing sex.

Last weekend, he’d shown you that. Took control, pulled you out of your own head, stripped away every worry and concern and anxiety and made you come so hard you’d fallen apart in his arms after.

Then, true to Marcus form, he didn’t push it. Didn’t force you to talk about it, just took care of you with his usual sweet gentleness.

But once the pleasure haze had faded and your thoughts came back together, anxiety had immediately started to gnaw at your throat.

What exactly had happened? How had he made you give up control like that, become so immersed in the desire to feel good and make him feel good that everything else fell away?

That was so unlike you, always present, always aware.

Though, it had felt incredible - it had been good for you.

A release that went deeper than an orgasm.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like it. Just that… it was…

Well, you never could stop analyzing every single thing that was brought to your attention. It’s not surprising that this was making you go around in circles trying to figure it out.

Your heavy sigh breaks the silence.

Some instinct tells you Marcus knows.

There had been moments, during that night, when you’d seen it in his warm brown gaze.

An understanding. A knowledge of what you were thinking, feeling, that surpassed even your own.

You need to talk to him.

So you’d been looking forward to this all week, to seeing him again. Struggling to fight back the anxiety that keeps trying to pull you into a spiral about that night, reminding yourself constantly that it’s okay, you can talk to Marcus about it, he’s safe.

You can trust him.

But all that was before you knew that your Friday was going to blow up in your face.

Before problem after problem was dumped on you and despite your every effort you couldn’t fix them all before they inevitably got worse.

And now you’re sitting here, long after you were supposed to be at his place.

The anxiety is gone, now, you’d caved to it hours ago, unable to keep it at bay. It had been replaced by something you can’t identify buzzing with an uncomfortable weight in the pit of your stomach.

You peer at his house through the windshield, chewing your thumbnail thoughtfully, teeth biting into the quick with a tiny jab of pain that distracts you enough to think through the situation.

The porch light is on, and so is the living room light, glowing through the curtains in the big picture window.

Okay, so he’s still up.

And his texts throughout the night were his usual, sweet and caring and light -

But what if you were misreading them?

What if he’s actually upset with you for being so late?

What if he’s playing it off like it’s fine but he’s actually pissed, frustrated that you strung him along all day, that you prioritized work over him, that you had the audacity to show up at this hour and expect him to drop everything to entertain you.

Your stomach turns, rolls, slow and sickly, emotion hot in the back of your throat.

I should just go home, there’s no point in bothering him at this -

A sudden burst of light startles you out of your spiral.

Your phone, in the cupholder, screen bright with a new text notification.

Marcus

Can’t wait to see you, beautiful

Tension bleeds from your shoulders, stomach righting itself with a little flip of anticipation.

Trust.

You trust Marcus. He’s never given you any reason to do otherwise.

And if he says he wants you to come over, despite it being so late, then he means it.

But -

No, this is too much, you can’t just sit here and think anymore -

The need to move shoves you into action, and you throw open the door and get out of the car, grabbing your bag from the backseat.

You’re only three steps to the front door when it swings open, light bathing the walkway.

Marcus meets you before you even reach the door, dimpled smile glowing in the dim light. “Hey. Heard the car pull in.”

Your own smile is an inherent reaction, heartbeat skipping just a bit as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, one hand slipping around your waist to smooth over the small of your back.

The exhaustion in your muscles leaches out, body swaying toward his, and he pulls back enough to look at you, concern in his warm brown gaze. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

He’s already taking your bag, long fingers slipping through yours, hand on your back gently guiding you to the door and that unknown weight in the pit of your stomach shifts, edges sharp, bringing tears to your eyes.

What is it? Why does it hurt so much?

It’s a little unsettling, not knowing what you’re feeling, especially when it’s something so strong.

What’s wrong with you that you can’t even identify this emotion that feels like it’s boring a hole straight through you?

You’re moving automatically, only vaguely aware of the door shutting behind you, the pleasant smile pasted on your face. Going through the motions, taking off your shoes, jacket, straightening your clothes.

Suddenly, large hands cup your face and a jolt runs through you, so startling it pushes a gasp from your lungs.

Brown eyes fill your vision, blurred by the threat of tears.

Soft words seep through the buzzing in your head - when had that started?

“Are you okay?”

Shit -

You haven’t said anything, haven’t spoken to him since you pulled in. Frustration skips along your pulse. Get it together.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” The practiced phrase comes out as usual, light and dismissive.

Marcus steps closer, thumbs tracing your cheekbones. “Look at me.”

Oh -

It’s just a hint, a whisper of the command his voice can carry - that command that guided you to heights of pleasure you’d never experienced before him. It’s enough to snap through the buzz in your head.

Your vision clears and finally you can really see him. Really look at him.

He’s watching you, intent, frown forming between his brows. There’s only a pause, his expression unreadable - is he angry - no stop it shut up - then he’s sliding an arm around your shoulders and turning you toward the living room.

“Come on, come sit down.”

Relief washes cool down your back.

Yes, good, let him guide you.

A quiet reassurance coats your thoughts, muffling the noise.

Trust him.

He sits you down on the plush sofa, tucked into the corner, and settles in closely next to you. His hands never leave you, drifting down your arms to clasp yours gently, hold them in your lap. Your joined hands rest on your thighs, a counterweight to the one in your stomach.

Grounding. Centring.

Marcus.

He squeezes lightly, draws your gaze to his. “Are you comfortable talking to me right now?”

Embarrassment flushes hot on your skin - it’s so unnerving, how he can see everything about you - but you force yourself not to look away, to keep your gaze on his. Trust. “A lot happened today. Just. A lot.”

Fuck, that’s not very helpful, he asked you a question and you give him this vague -

“That’s okay.”

The buzz flickers, the soft tone of his words scattering.

“What?” You can hear the confusion in your own voice.

A dozen emotions flash across his expression, but the warmth in his eyes doesn’t change, persistent. “It’s okay that today was a lot. You can talk about it, all of it or parts of it, if you want. Or if you’d rather not, that’s fine, too.”

You glance away, unable to look at him, his ceaseless compassion too much to handle right now.

He lifts your clasped hands to his lips, brushes a kiss over your knuckles, that intent gaze still locked on yours. “I can reheat supper, if you’re hungry. Draw you a bath if you want to unwind. Take you to bed and hold you if you’re too tired for any of that. And during, after or in-between any of that, I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me about today.”

The weight in your stomach shifts again, presses up against your ribcage and it hurts to breathe but you manage to nod in acknowledgment.

His gaze tracks the shakiness of the movement, crease between his brows deepening, voice firm. “And if you don’t want to talk tonight, that’s fine. But it’s not healthy to keep things bottled up. Whatever happened, it seems like it’s really affecting you. So you will have to talk about it at some point, either with me or someone else. When you’re ready.”

You nod again - try to, but the movement is too awkward, it feels strange. As if it’s not you making it, it’s not your body, not your hands in his and not your lungs straining for air and not -

Suddenly you can’t see, everything is blurry, everything is gone nothing is real why -

Strong arms pull you against a broad chest and you crumple, limbs folding into yourself, weight in your stomach dragging you down down down -

Desperate, you grasp at the warmth that breaks your fall, hands clutching at fabric over solid strength, thoughts latching onto murmured words against your hair.

Your subconscious instinctively threading into the profound presence that surrounds you, holding fast.

It’s a lifeline. A linchpin that centres your focus, pulls you back into awareness.

Marcus is tucking you firmer into the crook of his arm, shifting your legs across his lap until you’re fully seated there. One large hand cups your head, holds your temple to his lips, while the other passes gentle strokes to your arm, your back, your thigh.

He’s talking, soft and muffled words but clear enough, a steady stream that brushes over your skin.

“Breathe for me, baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, let it out. I’m here.”

I’m here.

Marcus is always here. For you.

Trust.

The weight in your stomach bursts and everything pours out of you in tear-soaked words.

“I’m so sorry I’m so late, I’m sorry I disappointed you and I didn’t want to ever do that because you’re so amazing Marcus and it’s not fair for me to treat you like this - “ your voice hiccups and you have to push through it - “I should have cancelled tonight, I knew I was going to be late, but I was selfish and still wanted to see you and I made you wait around for me and that was wrong and I’m so so sorry -“

“Stop.”

His voice is quiet but firm, enough to silence the mess of thoughts pouring from your lips.

You wait, heart pounding, lungs tight, muscles tensed and ready for his judgement.

No, not judgement - this is Marcus, he cares about you, he’s here for you.

But it’s all still there, the buzzing in your head and the weight pulling you down and it’s too much, too confusing and conflicting and you can’t handle everything.

A whimper squeezes past your throat before you can stop it. Your eyes are closed so tight against it all that you see stars.

He gently eases you away, his arm supporting your back where it bands across your shoulders. “Open your eyes, baby. Please.”

Trust.

It takes everything you have to do so, blinking as his face comes into focus.

The concern that worried his brow is gone. Those warm, brown eyes are steady, but more serious than you’ve ever seen them.

He takes a deep breath, chest shifting where you’re pressed to him. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but you were hurting yourself and I couldn’t let that continue.”

“H-hurting myself?” Your voice catches on the well of confusion squeezing your throat.

A barely-there nod as his thumb swipes through the tear tracks on your cheek. “Listening to those negative thoughts. Letting them speak for you.”

You stare at him. Mind blank. Buzzing thoughts silent.

He cups your cheek, his broad palm soothing on your too-hot skin. “You have your own voice. No one, not even yourself, can take that away. It will always be there.”

There’s no epiphany or flash of understanding. Just a gentle swell, rising and pulling you in, the understanding of his words. They just seep into the fibre of your being and you know.

You know they’re true.

You understand what he’s saying. Those buzzing thoughts, sharp and intrusive, weaselling their way to the forefront until you couldn’t hear anything else.

That heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. A blend of guilt and shame and frustration.

At yourself.

For being weak, for being unable to stop the anxious turmoil from bleeding into this part of your life, your relationship with Marcus, the part that you wanted so badly to be clean of it.

Then there’s disappointment at your inability to control it.

No. Not just disappointment.

Anger.

Because despite trying, so hard, telling yourself that Marcus was good and right and you can trust him - it did nothing.

Those negative thoughts still won out and tainted your perception.

Then there’s despair. Cold and creeping into your bones.

You’re failing yourself.

So many times, you’ve been silent when you wanted to speak, or to shout or laugh or scream or sing.

You’d let others keep you quiet for so long, that even when they were no longer in your life, the habit apparently remained.

A habit you thought you’d already broken after countless therapy sessions, only for it to overtake and control you once again.

Well. At least now you know it’s not right, not fair to you.

Now you know you deserve to be happy.

It had taken a long time, but you’d come to acknowledge and accept that as a fact.

But that didn’t stop you from trying to self-sabotage, apparently.

No, stop. That’s the negative voice again.

Telling you you’re not enough.

That you’ll always fail.

Trust trust trust

Those words beat steadily within your own pulse.

Closing your eyes - not to shut things out, this time, but to let yourself look inward - you lean into the weight of his palm, breathe deep, and trust.

“I think that…” Your words are soft, cracked with hesitation as they come to you slowly. “I know that I do, have my own voice. I know those thoughts will only hurt me, and I have the ability to ignore them. But sometimes it…”

You look at Marcus then, some part of you needing to see him. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember that, to hear the difference between the good thoughts and the bad ones. Especially on days when everything else is so loud.”

He’s watching you, expression so soft it pricks tears in the corners of your eyes. There’s no pity, or uncertainty, or doubt, in his face. Just an overwhelming tender emotion, a comprehension that can only come from hearing that same buzzing noise blurring the good and bad.

One of your hands untangles from where your fingers are curled into his shirt, rises to rest over his on your cheek.

Of course he understands. A toxic marriage, a broken engagement, so many other wounds that cut deep and left scars.

Marcus has fought to break habits, too.

He leans in, kisses you softly, your lips then your forehead. “Will you…” he pulls back to look at you, tongue dipping against his lower lip. “Will you let me help you? With the noise?”

Your heart beats steadily.

You know what he means.

The memory of sinking deep into that haze of pleasure, letting go of your ceaseless thoughts. Allowing him to take control of the noise and silence it.

Giving yourself over to him, wholly and completely.

Trust trust trust

There’s no hesitation in your thoughts, in your voice.

“Yes.”

*****

Next: Part Two

Previous: I’m Here

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pascalsbby · 6 months

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writing vile and nasty novels (smut) about him in great and poetic detail is not enough, i need to taste him.

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jpbpxma · 13 days

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hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

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creedslove · 4 months

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THE PIKE CHRISTMAS 🎄☃️🎁

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Summary: you and Marcus have a daughter together, co-parenting after your relationship ended but one Christmas together might change it all 🎄

Warnings: fluff, mentions of Marcus' disastrous love life, happy ending

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎁

5.7k words

When Olivia was born, Marcus’ life had taken a completely different turn, he had always been a man who dreamed of a family, didn't work with his first wife, then he moved on through a series of relationships that never seemed to take him anywhere until he met Teresa Lisbon. He wouldn't be able to tell why he fell for her as had as he did, he wasn't dumb or clueless as some people assume, he knew she wasn't into him as much as he was into her, and even if that hurt him deep down inside, he thought eventually things would fall right back into place, if she had said yes to his invitation to ditch those pizzas after the end of their mission for pancakes, and then to start sleeping at his place, then going out on a regular basis, until he simply proposed to her in the middle of the hallway at work, it wasn't the most romantic thing he could've done, he was usually a traditional guy, wedding ring, nice dinner, maybe even a serenade and an exchange of love vows before popping the real question, but he did what he could at that moment, what the occasion allowed and thinking of it in retrospect, it was actually a good thing he didn't waste that much time, effort and money into that proposal, because well, even if Marcus Pike was overall a gentle and understanding man, he also would have appreciated if she said no instead of leading him into believing she actually wanted to marry him. It would've hurt him at the time, but just like ripping off a band-aid, it would be quick and straightforward and the pain would go away faster than it did when she cooked him up, giving him hopes for a future together.

So when Teresa broke his heart and treated him as if he was barely an acquaintance to her, he became wary. He didn't like to think of relationships and he closed himself up to any kind of flirtation and stuff like that. He was going through so many changes into his life: a new city, a new position at work, now he wasn't just agent Pike, he was the head of the art department of the FBI, he was a boss, he had more responsibility and less free time, and even if Marcus was aware of his looks and the fact both men and women found him attractive, the fact he was an intelligent man, he made good money and carried a bunch of positive adjectives that could easily get him a possible list of interested women, he chose to step away. So when he met you, he straight up ignored his feelings, the way his palms got sweaty, how pleasant your perfume was and the way his stupid heart skipped a beat whenever you displayed your gorgeous smile at him. A part of him desperately wanted to connect with you, get to know you better, ask you out on a date, and another part of himself begged him not to do it, knowing he wouldn't be able to take another harsh strike of rejection and start over again. Marcus wasn't an old man, he was getting close to middle age, and even if a part of him kept hauntingly reminding him of the fact he hadn't been able to build up a family at that age, he was also so hopeful he was still too young to give up love.

Eventually he couldn't fight his desire for you and a simple lunch between you both escalated to a series of regular dates, and whereas all of his relationships followed the same course of an organized timeline: getting to know each other, officially dating, getting engaged and finally getting married. You, on the other hand, was a complete different ride, it seemed you were going through the same path, following the same stages until you weren't anymore and you showed up at his door on a Thursday night with teary eyes and a pregnancy test in hands, just a few months after you two started dating. That was a whole new ride for him; he was not expecting to become a father even if he wanted to, it still felt too sudden, you both were having more fun than actually having a commitment together, and if he was going to be honest, he didn't actually want to jump into marriage right then, it was risky, scary and he felt it was doomed to be another failure in his love life, he was willing to step up and be a dad to the baby you both were going to have in a matter of months, but he was torn between not wanting to get married just then - as Marcus Pike wasn't opposed to marriage at all - and not wanting to be seen as the asshole who didn't marry the woman he got pregnant. It didn't matter what his colleagues, his family or friends thought of him at that matter, he just didn't want to be seen like that by you. So when you had a heartfelt conversation with him, opening up and listing the reasons why you didn't want to get married he felt a wave of relief over him. You both got to an agreement: you would co-parent your baby, Marcus would pay you child support and everyone would be happy. Even if there was still a lot of mixed feelings, words left unspoken and the prospect of a successful relationship that didn't have enough time to mature on its own, so it was better to close the agreement in being co-parents and friends, it was better than nothing.

You couldn't complain at all, even if you buried deep your feelings for Marcus, he was definitely the best guy to have a baby with, for once, he actually cared about it, he was genuinely happy to become a father even if you weren't a couple any longer, he still made sure to go to all the appointments and exams he was able to, work still got in the way of one or two but he made it to as many as he could. Marcus wouldn't miss the opportunity to get his baby girl whatever he thought she might like some day: toys, clothes, blankets, little shoes. It was a pleasure to spend on her. You still remembered the day he found out you were expecting a girl: he cried. He was never strong enough to hold back his emotions, not when you had a new ultrasound in progress and he could hear his baby's heartbeats loud and clear. And he cried again when you gave birth, he was there the whole time, holding your hand, looking almost as terrified as you were, and the moment her strong little lungs let out a loud wail, you could see the tears running down his cheek freely, warming and melting your heart, mixed up with the pang of not being with Marcus, not going home with him at the end of the day, but with the peaceful assurance you had the luck to find a great man to have a child with.

Olivia was the name picked in agreement by the two of you, but Marcus simply called her Livy, she was his Livy, his sweet tiny little Livy, and even when you asked him why he'd chosen that nickname he shrugged, not having a meaningful or strong explanation, he just liked the sound of it, it made his heart swell with love just to picture the face of that one beautiful princess who would be called his Livy Pike.

The first time you were surprised by the nickname was an odd - but very pleasant evening - you'd spent next to Marcus. He usually had the habit of letting you know when he was going to drop a visit or even call and see if he was allowed to, but that night he got to your place unannounced, looking like he'd had a rough day. He refused your offers to serve him a beer, a glass of wine or even make dinner, he simply asked you to spend some time with you and Olivia, who was still safely tucked in your womb. There was no denying his request, you nodded and lay back on the couch, while he placed his hand on your lap, his face resting against your warm, round pregnant belly and talking to his baby girl. He whispered a bunch of sweet nothings to her, in hopes she would be able to recognize his voice and know how much she was already loved by him. He caressed the sides of your stomach, while your hand went to his smooth, messy hair, playing with his growing curls, exactly the way you used to when you both were a couple, having a glimpse of what life would be like if you two had stayed together after the shock of the pregnancy turned into happiness.

What you didn't know was that Marcus wasn't just having a rough day, it had been more than that, more than just a rough week, it'd been a rough few months. Months of investigation of what was supposed to be pieces of art trafficking, it was supposed to be just about paintings, sculptures and statues being trafficked, but unfortunately, it'd been more than that. It was all a facade for a much worse operation: human trafficking. And that made Marcus so miserable and depressed, he just needed to be reminded there was still something good in the world, he needed time with you and his precious little Livy.

He glanced at your Christmas tree and realized Christmas would be in a few days. He'd been so involved in the investigation and all the tension and stress that comes with it, he had barely acknowledged the upcoming holiday. He hadn't even decorated his apartment like he usually did, he hadn't even bought himself his plane tickets to fly back to Texas and see his family. There was still so much he needed to do but the realization that was going to be the last Christmas he would spend without having a tiny baby in his arms and finally having a little someone call him ‘daddy’, made him smile.

“She'll be here, celebrating with us, next year”

•••

Olivia's first Christmas was going to be printed in Marcus’ memories forever. He didn't actually spend Christmas day with her, as he traditionally went back to his hometown to see his family, but he made sure to get everything done in advance: house decoration, presents, gift-wrapping and everything a dad should be up to on such a special date. Before his baby girl was born, he didn't see the point in decorating only for himself; of course he would set small Christmas tree ornaments and call it a decoration, but that was about it. However, after his precious Olivia came to the world to brighten his life, he felt he owed it to her all the magic he could display. So in a matter of days, Marcus had purchased a brand new Christmas tree, several ornaments and lights and seeing his baby's excited face paid off. One of Pike's favorite memories was when he left a nearly one-year-old Olivia playing with her blocks on the living room carpet for a split second, just to make sure her vegetable soup was ready and returned to find her giggling self ripping off the gift wrap of one of the presents underneath the tree. She didn't know she was supposed to wait a couple of days more, she didn't know technically that was her mama's present, what her daddy had bought you, she just got mesmerized at the bright beautiful colors and went to explore. Marcus felt like he was going to explode into a puddle of love for his daughter. He was truly blessed and forever thankful to you for having got the best present of all.

And so another couple of Christmas passed and his beautiful, lovely, princess Olivia was now a gorgeous and adorable three-year-old toddler, almost going four, which meant Marcus’ heart was often balanced between the pang of seeing his baby grow way too fast and the pride he felt of seeing her blossom into an extraordinary child.

•••

“Higher daddy, higher!” Olivia squealed with happiness and excitement as her dad lifted her up, his grip tight on her sides so she wouldn't slip as she held the angel ornament and put it on top of the tree with tiny little hands. She felt the thrill of being held up so high, because Olivia loved how strong her daddy was and how he always made her fly on his arms; she loved spending weekends at his daddy's place, even if she'd rather have her mommy with them, she still had a lot of fun. Looking around the living, where she had helped her daddy decorate everything, made her happy, she loved the lights, the tree and the little Christmas ballerinas that dance to a sad but beautiful song inside that box. Her daddy had explained to her that it was called “art” and both him and her mommy really liked it, and that art thing made them feel many different things, that was why sometimes something was so pretty that could make her cry.

But Olivia had no time to cry, she was too busy spying the gifts that began to gather around the living room. She knew some were for her, some were for mommy and some were for grandma and grandpa, but most of them were for her. Marcus pulled his daughter closer, snuggling her and feeling her heart beating fast inside her chest. He loved that tiny little princess with all his being, and sometimes such love was overwhelming, as he never really thought he could have something as good as that. He thought of you and his heart dropped a little, picturing what things would have been like if you both had gotten married once you found out about Olivia, he knew you wanted to be free, to work and finish your studies, but he was never oppose to that, if anything, he would've supported you just the same. Even if he wasn't in the right state of mind for a marriage, he still enjoyed picturing you as his wife. He would buy you a beautiful diamond ring, make sure you were happy and satisfied with the life he could provide you, but after some time, he just accepted that maybe the timing wasn't good and his chance was over. Simple as that.

As he put Olivia down and walked to the kitchen with her, he held her hand, who was excitedly waiting for her mac&cheese. His daddy wasn't as much of a good cook as her mommy was, but his mac&cheese was the best in the whole wide world. He served her some in her pink plastic plate and chuckled to see her kicking her legs absent-mindedly while waiting for dinner. Marcus sighed, you were back in his mind, imagine how many family dinners you three could have had together over these years. Of course there were plenty of times you invited Marcus over for dinner, or he did the same with you whenever you were there to pick up Olivia, but it wasn't the same and he just knew it.

“Are you excited for Christmas, baby girl?” He asked Olivia, who chewed her food eagerly, loving the taste of it, seeing her nod and smile.

“I wish we spent it together daddy, you, me and mommy” she pouted, looking like a tiny puppy, which broke Marcus’ heart. He hated that he could never spend that special time with his precious Livy and even more so that you weren't there as well. He cleared his throat and caressed her cheek, her face being tiny against the palm of his hand.

“I'd love that too, honey, but you know, you spend Christmas with mama and I go back to Texas to see grandma and grandpa” he offered her a smile “unless mama let me take you, would you like to go with dada? I bet you'd love to spend a sunny and warm Christmas playing in the pool with your cousins..”

Marcus knew better than anyone he shouldn't really hype up kids the way he just did, but he was also caught in the moment, for a moment he had a glimpse of what spending Christmas day with his daughter would be like, where she could actually visit his parents' home, see his childhood bedroom and the toys he used to play with when he was her age, he would like Olivia to be able to spend that holiday under the warm sun, in one of her gorgeous little dresses, and not in the snowy gray weather of DC. At that moment, he took a decision: he was going to talk to you about it, you had a good relationship, he was sure all it would take was a good conversation and you would let him have Olivia for the holidays, everyone would be happy at end: they would be able to spend more time together and you would have a well-deserved break from the maternity duty.

When you showed up two hours after the time you were supposed to have picked up your daughter, Marcus was aware of your delay, having read the texts you sent warning him of how things at work got complicated and later on how traffic was simply impossible, he did what he could to make your life a little easier, and that included bathing Olivia and helping her into her beautiful reindeer jammies and tucking her in. Then he prepared you a big sandwich, after all, he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it, but if there were two things he could make like a champ, was definitely his mac&cheese and his gigantic sandwiches. He immediately opened the door to you, getting lost into you. You were so beautiful, your body was mesmerizing, your smile was enough to make his heart flutter and for a moment he couldn't believe a woman as gorgeous as you could have been with him, and not only that, you could have had a baby with him. After so many rejections in life, it was still quite difficult for him to believe that was even possible. The way you looked at him, with your eyes sparkling, the same sweet innocence your daughter carried and how small snowflakes were still on your hair, made him fall in love with you just a little bit harder than usual. Even if it was an impossible love to live, it didn't mean it wasn't there.

He invited you inside, which you gladly accepted, greeting him politely and taking off your coat. He guided you to the kitchen, where he'd prepared you something to warm up - hot chocolate - and a big sandwich, sitting next to you, and loving every single minute where he could simply look at your beautiful face and listen to your voice, as you talked about your day, that way, it would be easier for him to daydream you were just a married couple spending some quality time together after a busy day.

•••

“... so all I'm saying is that I could bring Olivia back and then you both could-”

“No”

“But my mom would love to have her over with us for the holidays an-”

“Marcus I said no”

You sighed exhausted at that conversation, you knew something was up the moment you set foot into your ex’s apartment, you thought maybe he was happy to see you, but apparently all he wanted was to convince you to let him take your baby girl away for the holidays. You shook your head and tried wiping away those thoughts. There was no reason you should get on the defensive at that moment, Marcus had always been nothing but nice and gentle to you, he didn't want to steal Olivia away, in fact, his request was even kind of reasonable, even if you weren't going to agree with it. He had such hopeful eyes, those stupid eyes that made you fall in love with him, because you could see the truth in them, the honesty, the kindness Marcus held onto your heart, and those were the same eyes that prevented you from moving on, you would do so much for him if you could, but not that. It was the only thing you wouldn't give up.

He ran his thumb over his bottom lip - an old habit of his that usually went unknown - and shook his head, sighing in frustration. He couldn't understand why you wouldn't give in just a little, he didn't understand why you played so hard to get when it came to that. You had always agreed on everything as a couple and as parents, he didn't see the reason why you were behaving that way.

“Why not?!” He insisted and for a moment you had the impression of talking with a stubborn child. You'd already said you wouldn't agree to it, but he kept on pushing it, and even if a part of you was annoyed and started to get cranky, you had to be reasonable and remind yourself there was no reason to fight, he was just Marcus, your sweet lovely Marcus, who happened to be the best dad in the world and all he was asking was to spend Christmas next to his little girl. You buried your face into your hands, taking a deep breath and organizing your thoughts for a while before you could face him again.

“I said no because you already have your family to spend Christmas with and I don't, Marcus. If I let Olivia go with you, I'll be completely alone, not to mention the fact she's never been that far away from me before, but that's not what worries me…” you finally admitted out loud. You opened your heart to him for the first time in a very long time. After suppressing your feelings and locking them into a tiny box in the bottom of your heart, they were surfacing once more.

“All I'm saying is that, if you take Olivia, I'll be completely alone at Christmas and I don't want that, I don't want to have to invite myself over to friend's dinner parties and stuff like that, it's depressing and Christmas should be about family, so if you are already traveling and visiting yours, it's only fair I get to spend it with my daughter” you explained it to him.

“Our daughter” he interrupted you and you realized you were acting on the defensive the entire time. You felt insecure, always fearing Olivia loved her dad more than she loved you, even if it sounded madness because yes, she loved her daddy with all her ring little heart, but parenthood wasn't a competition, and even if you understood that, you also had another fear: Olivia simply getting used to distancing herself from you, and then your mind took you to several dark places, where you could only picture the worst scenarios of Marcus remarrying someone eventually, simply because he was too good of a man to remain single; and it scared you your daughter would simply choose to be around her dad and his new wife. You couldn't help suffering in anticipation over a rejection that might not even happen but still haunted it nonetheless. He placed his hand on top of yours, the familiar warmth making your heart skip a beat as he looked into your eyes.

“You could come with us, we could all travel to Texas… What do you say?” and it shattered your heart to have to say no to him once more; Marcus was so sweet but also innocent to think that could even be a possibility.

“I can't Marcus” you said and now he noticed there were some tears threatening to spill down your eyes. He was running out of options and needed to know why you were playing so hard to get, before he could inquire with you, you sighed and continued “you know that's not possible…I'd love to travel with you and Olivia, as a family, I'd love to be able to visit your family, but you know I can't, because you know how your mom feels about me, and not only that, your sisters too”

To say Marcus’ family didn't like you was an understatement. They hated you. And they didn't make any effort to hide it from you, not behind Marcus’ back at least. You didn't know if his mom got overprotective due to the heartbreaks he went through over the last couple of years, or if she was one of those obsessive moms who thought no one was good enough for her son. Either way, you could still feel the burning gaze they shot you when they laid their eyes on you since the first time you'd met. It had been on Olivia’s first birthday party and they didn't hide their thoughts on you having a child with Marcus, nor the fact they straight up assumed you were simply a gold digger who was landing a great child support from the newest head of the art department from the FBI, special agent Marcus Pike.

The man, on the other hand, wasn't clueless, he knew his mom wasn't very fond of you, but he couldn't imagine to what extent that was, he thought it was just some normal rivalry and shook his head, apologizing to you, because of course he would apologize. He was a gentleman after all, and he never wanted anyone or anything hurting you. You sighed and licked your lips, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks

“I think what I mean is that I wish we could all spend Christmas together, you, Olivia and me” you admitted “I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to be without our daughter, I just wish we had a solution for this”

“We do, honey… I'm not traveling anymore, I'm spending Christmas with you both”

•••

When the realization that Marcus would actually spend Christmas with you and Olivia hit, you were in a mix of anxiety and excitement; on one hand, you wanted everything to be perfect, you couldn't wait to have him around and see the joy in your daughter's face. At first Marcus was supposed to come only for the Christmas lunch, but after some thinking you decided to invite him over for the Eve dinner and he could simply stay over, which he agreed immediately, thrilled to know he would get to spend that long with the two of you. Olivia couldn't contain herself, she had already made drawings to her dad, set all her favorite dolls in order so she could play with him and begged you twice to pick a Disney movie to watch, she'd never been that enthusiastic and you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited too. It was like a dream of having a complete family was coming true; both you and Olivia were looking forward to seeing him, picking up dresses to wear and welcome him home, it was thrilling to think of him, it wasn't a secret to anyone how much you really liked him, and though you had wrong timing together, sometimes it felt like things would work between the two of you, and that was what you honestly hoped for. Preparing some easy dinner, you saw how Olivia jumped off the couch the moment the doorbell rang, you barely had time to open the door and Marcus could set foot inside the house before she jumped on him. Marcus was a big man and quite handy too, so he managed to balance a large bag of gifts, a bottle of wine and a toddler in his arms.

You welcomed him inside with a smile, glad to see him, as Olivia finally got off him, running to her bedroom to find whatever drawing she wanted to show him and helping him place down the table the things he brought, you both hugged. He held you in his arms for several seconds, no words exchanged, no greetings, simply acting out the feelings you perhaps had been keeping too buried deep. He buried his face into your shoulder, taking in as much of you as he could, loving your smell and how you still seemed to fit perfectly against his body. He caressed your face and smiled, saying how good it was to see you.

Dinner was very pleasant in his company, Olivia was so excited she seemed like a puppy, which brought you and Marcus to laughter. It was nice having a nice time like that, it felt like you had a family and it was very good. Sharing a bottle of wine, you and your ex-boyfriend were sitting on the carpet, long after your daughter was asleep and safely tucked in, you both were just hanging out, having your fun and chatting about your old times together. You couldn't stop yourself from drooling over Marcus. God, he was so handsome and sweet, he was also smart and polite, which was a very dangerous combination you'd tried first-hand, hence the whole reason why you ended up pregnant. He tilted his head and laughed, making you lose yourself into him.

“... I said I can still smell you on me” he repeated himself, snapping you out of your daydreaming and making you nearly spit out your wine. He had said what?!

“What?!” The blush spreading across your cheek had a little to do with wine, the way he simply dropped those lines and placed a strand of hair behind your ear made your heart race.

“I meant from earlier, when we greeted each other and your perfume is still lingering on me… I like it” Marcus was a little drunk, you could tell it, he'd always been a cute drunk, always snuggly and willing to progress love words. You chuckled and stroked his cheek.

“I'm glad you liked it… would you believe me if I told you I am wearing it for you?” You decided to instigate him just a little, surprised and amused to feel his hand pulling you closer by the waist, his face so close to yours you could feel his faltering breathing before he finally kissed you. Sealing your lips together, you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss more and more, moaning softly into his mouth, wishing and hoping that moment would last forever. His lips were just as soft as you remembered and the more you leaned against him, the more you desired Marcus. He was tall, strong, he always smelled so perfectly and all you could think of that moment was why did it take so long for the two of you to set things straight? Even if you weren't setting things straight, why did it take you guys so long to actually kiss and simply enjoy each other's touch. You couldn't actually tell, but perhaps that was a Christmas miracle. Breaking the kiss was hard, but the way Marcus’ big hand stroked your cheek, so gently as he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, was worthy. The way he whispered your name and invested in another kiss, not having enough of you. He wanted more, he didn't want to be just Olivia's dad, he wanted to be there for you too, to hold you after a long day of work, to be able to kiss and stroke you gently and make you his. He didn't need a mistletoe to kiss you over and over and even if it technically wasn't Christmas yet, that was the best gift he could've got.

“I need you” he whispered against your lips “I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you, tired of pretending I'm glad when I'm not, when all I want is Olivia and you in my life, baby girl”

You could've jumped out of happiness right there and then. Marcus wanted you, just as much as you wanted him; it wasn't just delusional to think of a future together, all you had to do was say yes to him. When you were about to kiss Marcus once more, Olivia waddled into the living room, with her special Christmas PJs and messy bed hair and jumped onto his lap.

“Hi daddy!” She yawned cutely and snuggled him, which caused the two of you to chuckle in a soft blush and put your kiss aside for a little while.

You wouldn't be able to tell exactly what time you fell asleep with your family, but when you did wake up, you were in your bed - Marcus had carried you to the bedroom as the gentleman he was, Olivia had been tucked once more between the two of you and drifted off to a sweet slumber, which didn't prevent her from waking up extremely early and squealing at the top of her little lungs in excitement once she spotted the presents Santa had left around the living room, making you chuckle, as she tugged your sleeve and took you to the tree.

“Where's daddy, mommy?” Her beautiful sparkly eyes stared into your own at the same time Marcus walked in with a tray full of fresh made pancakes. Of course the sweet, lovely Marcus Pike would wake up early and make breakfast for his family. Placing the plate down, he smiled at his daughter's excitement, as she shredded all those colorful sparkly gift wrappings. You turned to him, calling him for an embrace, as he wrapped his arms around the two of you.

“I want us to have this every year, everyday of a family waking up together, please honey” Marcus whispered against your neck, and in return, you simply kissed his lips, showing him exactly your answer, you wanted the same too.

Olivia got her toys, her plushies and her cute summer dresses, you gave Marcus new bass strings and a brand new shirt that would just look perfect on him, tightening to the right places, and in return he gifted you a golden bracelet. But in reality, what you had gifted each other was Olivia and you were both about to gift her a brand new family, one that started at Christmas and would go on for as long as there was love between you all.

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moralesispunk · 4 months

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thinking about dad Marcus Pike at Christmas

after your baby's first christmas you decide that you'll be the one to buy the presents (since Marcus's shifts can be long and after two days in a row spending fifteen minutes rushing around the shops before they close, he was tapped out) and that means that he's the one to wrap them and set them up the night before.

you stay up with him after the kids are in bed as he wraps, but soon you're yawning on the sofa and he sends you upstairs with a kiss to the temple and a promise to be up soon.

turns out every year he's just as surprised at how long it takes to keep the christmas magic going. he goes through two rolls of tape, takes careful bites of both biscuits the girls placed out and a sip of the whiskey, dusts "snow" around the tree and uses a pair of old boots to make the footprints.

by the time he makes it upstairs, Marcus can barely lift the covers to climb under them and wrap his body around yours. you ask about the plaster on his thumb when his hand covers your hip and he mumbles something about "that fucking doll house", your soft laughter the last thing he hears before falling asleep.

he gets a few solid hours in before the bedroom door near swings off its hinges and up on the bed jumps your two girls and the dog, shouting and barking and hands patting both of you awake with shouts of christmas.

"do you think he's been?" "has Santa been?" "dad you need to check!" the girls shout until you're pulling them both between you and marcus, peppering kisses across their cheeks that are rounded with excitement. "yeah dad," you catch his eye over their heads, "you need to check."

the three of you wait at the top of the stairs as he makes a big show of checking if Santa's been, your youngest and most dramatic daughter clutching her pyjamas and begging him to hurry up until he finally calls that they must have been very good this year.

their screams. your laughter. ripped wrapping paper. christmas movies on the TV. endless battery changing. one small fight between the girls. breakfast. dinner. more movies.

soon the girls are asleep on one sofa sharing a blanket, the dog on the floor by their side, and you're curled into his chest as a film plays on the TV.

there was one point in his life when Marcus didn't ever think he would be lucky enough to get this kind of life but here he is, his whole world all within arms reach.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike #pikethoughts

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loslentesdepedrito · 10 months

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Loslentesdepedrito- Masterlist

Please forgive me for this atrocious masterlist. Its purpose is solely for navigation, and I assure you that I will create a better one when I have the time. Thank you for reading 🤎 !

Dave York:

Eres Mía (E for Explicit)

Javier Peña:

I'm Your Wife

Ahora Te Puedes Marchar Sneak Peek (E for Explicit)

4K (E for Explicit)

Feliz Navidad (E for Explicit)

El Hombre de Tu Vida (E for Explicit)

Jack Daniels:

Broken Bottle, Broken Heart

I'm Your Wife: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7.

Chocolate Cake (E for Explicit)

Frankie Morales:

Broken Bottle, Broken Heart

Tim Rockford:

4K (E for Explicit)

Marcus Pike:

Eres Mía (E for Explicit)

Medicina De Amor (E for Explicit)

Dieter Bravo:

Sola (E for Explicit)

DB 2 (E for Explicit)

Zach Wellison:

Seven (E for Explicit)

Din Djarin

Paleta (E for Explicit)

Javi Gutierrez:

Sola (E for Explicit)

Joel Miller:

Que Vuelva (Hoy me muero yo)

A Restless Night

JM 3 (E for Explicit)

JM 4 (E for Explicit)

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Don’t Leave Me Pt. 1

Marcus Pike X Reader

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Word count: 5,153

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Post Date: May 28th 2023

Post Time: 3:16 pm

Summary: Together Marcus and the reader lead their team through a case. They get ambushed by part of Marcus’ past which makes the reader start to question things, but something goes wrong while they're out in the field.

Third Person Pov:

After the whole Teresa thing and moving to D.C., Marcus had tried so hard not to get into other relationships, but then he met y/n. It was only about three weeks after everything and he’d still been feeling heartbroken– but who wouldn’t when a relationship fails as bad as it did? He’d walked into work that morning and the day went as normal as usual, until later when he was getting ready to go home.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, when in reality it’s now been almost four years. He had just finished packing up his bag, getting ready to turn out the light on his desk as his phone went off. It was his boss asking for him to come to his office.

Marcus’ Pov: *Flashback*

“Marcus, would you please come to my office? I have something important to discuss with you,” my boss's voice floods over the phone and I sigh as I move my hand from the lamp to the phone.

“I’ll be right there, sir,” I promise him as I hold down the button that lets me reply to him before letting go.

I wait a moment to see if there’s any response, but it stays quiet. I grab my bag, switch off the light on my desk, and start to walk to my boss’s office.

I take the elevator to his floor, walk down a few halls, then start to walk up to the door and go to open it.

“Hold on, Marcus. Mr. Hudson is in a meeting,” Destiny, his secretary, stops me in my tracks.

“Oh really? He called me in to see him,” I tell her and she shakes her head, smiling at me.

“He did? He didn’t inform me. Hold on, let me page him and see,” she tells me. I nod and put my hands in my pockets.

“Mr. Hudson?” she questions as she presses the page button down.

“What is it, Destiny?” he responds and she looks back up at me.

“Marcus is here. I wasn’t too sure if you wanted me to send him in or not,” she replies and there’s a pause as she waits.

“Yes. Yes. Send him in,” he responds before we can hear him release the page button.

“Ok, Marcus, you heard him. Go right on in,” she tells me as she waves me off to the door.

“Ok. Thanks,” I reply before taking a step forward and opening the door.

I pop my head in and leave a little knock on the door. Mr. Hudson pauses as he looks away from someone who’s sitting in the right chair in front of his desk.

“Ahh, Marcus. Come in, come in. Take a seat,” he tells me as he motions to the left chair.

“Uhh, ok. Is there something wrong, sir?” I ask him and he shakes his head with a small smile.

“Nothing's wrong, my boy. I just wanted to introduce you to your new partner. She just landed half an hour ago and will be starting on with you tomorrow,” he informs and I nod, even though I’m very shocked.

“Y/n, this is Marcus, Marcus, this is y/n. Your new partner,” Mr. Hudson introduces us.

I am immediately in awe when I see the girl sitting beside me. She smiles and says something before holding her hand out to me. I shake out of my daze and give her a confused look.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask and she lets out a giggle that sounds heavenly to my ears, making it easily become my new favorite melody.

“I said, hi. I’m y/n,” she reiterates and I again shake my head.

“Right. I’m sorry, I’m Marcus. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve just had a really long day,” I reply as I reach out and shake her hand.

“It’s ok. Really, I get it,” she promises me with a soft smile that makes my hands feel a little clammy, but I ignore it and remember my pact I made with myself when moving here.

“Don’t take this as an insult,” I comment as I take a quick look at y/n and she shakes her head. “But sir, why do I need a partner? I thought we said I wouldn’t need to have one. That I’d be head of department,” I reiterate what we talked about before my move.

“We did, but I just thought that you have so much to do that it could possibly take some off of your back. Don’t worry you're still head, she’s just here to take a little pressure off,” he explains as he gestures to her and I shake my head in denial.

“There’s not too much for me to do,” I petulantly argue even when I know he’s right.

“Marcus, my boy… not to add insult to injury, but you look tired and overwhelmed. You’ve only been here three weeks and you’re already behind,” he explains, pausing to give me a quick questioning look.

“I’m not overwhelmed…” I again argue and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Look, Marcus. You are and I see that. This is your new partner and that’s final. She’s only here to help you. Came just to do that. Please let her help you,” he begs me and I sigh reluctantly.

“Ok. I guess,” I agree and Mr. Hudson grins.

“Great! She starts tomorrow morning. You’ll be sharing an office, so don’t be surprised if there’s an extra desk in there in the morning,” he adds on and I see y/n smile an award-winning smile.

“I’m excited to get started, sir. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I won’t let you down,” she promises him and I frown at the way she says it.

It’s almost like she’s making a point known as she says it and he just hums while nodding. She quickly goes to get up, but Mr. Hudson stops her by holding his hand out.

“Hold on, y/n, we’re not done here. Marcus, you can go,” he informs me and I nod before getting up.

“It was so nice to meet you, Marcus. I hope we can grow a good friendship,” she sweetly tells me and I can’t help but smile at her.

“It was nice meeting you too, y/n. Me too, you seem sweet. I’m sure we’ll get along great. See you tomorrow,” I reply warmly and she smiles up at me, making my stomach do flips. I quickly push the feeling aside as I so desperately try not to ruin the pact I made with myself after moving here.

~End of Flashback~

Marcus’ Pov:

I sit leaning back in my office chair as we work on the case we’ve been vigorously working on for almost a week. After being in the office for a few hours I can’t help but let my thoughts wander. I think over the last four years and I smile when y/n —who’s now my girlfriend— lets out a sigh while rubbing her face.

After she became my partner, it took a while for us to get to know one another —because I so obviously closed myself off after Teresa— but eventually y/n got me to open up, making us become closer and closer until finally I asked her out. She got me to open up in ways I never had before. I eventually told her all about Teresa and we both agreed to take things slowly. Never did I imagine this is where we’d be almost four years later.

“Knock, knock,” Ezra Bradford, our tech person, announces as she stands in the door frame. She pops her head in, breaking me out of my daze down memory lane.

“What’s up, Ez?” I ask as and y/n and I look up at her.

“We caught the money trail. We found them…” she tells us and I look at y/n, who looks at me in almost excitement.

“Well, where does it lead to?” Y/n asks and Ezra takes a hesitant pause.

“Well, that’s the thing. It leads back to Texas,” Ezra hesitantly tells us and y/n's excitement quickly fades away.

“Welp, I guess this means we’re going to Texas,” I point out with a shrug and y/n sighs.

“Ok. We’re going to Texas. Marc, do you wanna contact them? Or should I?” Y/n asks me and I shrug as I stand from my chair, stretching out a bit.

“Either way. Come on, I’ll drive,” I tell her as I reach forward and grab the keys off her desk.

She lazily stands up, looking like the epitome of tired and lets out an exhausted huff. I chuckle before pulling her into my side. We walk out of the room, coming to a stop just in the hall of the office we share before closing the door up and locking it. I then turn and pull y/n back into my side, swaying with her lightly as I look back at Ezra over y/n’s shoulder.

“You can tell the boss, yeah?” I ask Ezra, giving her a questioning look and she nods.

“Yeah. I’ll have him get the jet ready for you too,” Ezra agrees with a firm nod before pushing her glasses up.

“Can you send the presentation to me, please, Ezra?” Y/n asks her and Ezra nods in agreement again.

“Sleepy?” I ask as I look down at y/n, who’s now cuddled into my side and she nods tiredly as she lets out a very small yawn.

“It’s been a very long week,” she bemoans and I agree with a soft hum as I leave a kiss at her temple.

“Well, you can sleep on the plane,” I tell her and she nods again as she lets out a very quiet hum of agreement.

“Alright, we’ll hopefully see you in a few days, Ez,” I tell her as I look back up at her over y/n’s shoulder again and she nods.

“Go get the bad guys. I can send over whatever information you guys need to Texas’ tech guy. Just say the words and I’ll do it,” she promises and with that, she gives us a small goodbye and scurries off.

“I’ll contact Abbott right now,” Y/n comments, using her phone to send a message to Abbott as she continues to tiredly walk beside me.

We start down the first hall of many halls we have to go down to get to the car garage as I guide —more like pull— y/n with me. We walk a few more minutes before coming up to the parking garage, then walk the four rows of vehicles and find our SUV that we share. Her phone pings as I unlock the doors and she gets into her seat while looking at it.

“Abbott says they’ll be happy to help. He’ll inform the team and we can brief them when we get there,” she informs me and I nod as I start the car.

“Babe. You want your sunglasses?” she asks me as she holds them up and I turn with a smile at her as she gracefully smirks at me.

“You know me better than myself,” I tell her and she smiles, giggling softly and putting her head against the headrest. She gives me an endearing look that makes me grin back at her.

“Of course. I mean, we have been partners for almost four years now…” she jokingly rolls her eyes and I snicker at her.

“And you’ve been more then my partner since I met you,” I tell her with a soft look, crossing my features.

“Awe, Marc. That’s so sweet, babe. You’ve been so much more to me too. I love you,” she replies with a grin that makes my heart soar.

“I love you too, baby,” I parrot her softly as I lean across the center console and give her a peck on the lips.

“Go bags are in the back, right?” she asks me after I pull away and I nod as I finally take my sunglasses from her hand.

“Ok. Well, let’s get this show on the road then,” she says jokingly and I chuckle.

I shake my head as I turn and start the SUV. Once it’s up and running, I make quick work of pulling out of our spot before driving us out of the parking garage. I drive for a while before finally pulling up to the private FBI airport and park.

After parking, I look over at y/n to see that she’s asleep. I smile fondly before getting out of the car and going around to her side. I open her door and lightly rub her leg.

“Hmmm, Marc, don't wake me, not yet,” she whispers out and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you have to. We have to get on the Jet, then you can go right back to sleep,” I tell her and she groans, shaking her head.

“Come on, honey. Just think of it. The faster you get on the plane, the faster we can try my favorite breakfast place in Texas. You know the one I’ve told you all about?” I bargain with her and she groans again.

“You mean the one with the awesome pancakes?” she asks softly and I nod.

“Yup. The one with all the different pancake flavors. I bet you’ll end up with the banana blueberry,” I exaggerate while bouncing my eyebrows at her.

Intrigued, she sits up and looks down at me, raising an eyebrow. I laugh and help her out of the car.

“Marcus Mario Pike, the hell is so funny?” she asks with a scowl that only makes me laugh a little harder.

“Nothing, honey. Nothing at all,” I tell her as I reach up and smooth out her hair for her.

“Awe, I had sleepy head again, didn’t I?” she asks with a pout as I pull my hand back with a soft smile crossing my face.

“Yes you did, but I find it rather cute,” I respond and she huffs, crossing her arms.

“Cute, my butt. Marcus, I am not cute when my hair is all frizzy and sticking up in the air,” she argues as I walk to the back of the SUV and open the trunk with her trailing after me.

“Oh, but sweetheart, that is where you are dead wrong,” I argue back as I pull our go bags out of the back before closing the trunk.

“I really don’t get how you see my half-dead asleep looks cute,” she snorts out in amusement and I smile as we both turn to start towards the jet.

“I find everything about you cute, sweetheart. Just accept that nothing about you is even remotely close to anything else in my eyes,” I tell her and she stops to scoff, shaking her head as she crosses her arms.

“I will never understand you, Marcus,” she huffs and I smile, chuckling before pulling her into my side as I leave a kiss on the side of her forehead.

“Yes. But you love me and as you always point out, always will,” I joke with her as we start walking towards the jet now.

“Well, you got me there. I have no comeback for that one,” she admits and I burst out laughing as we finally come up to the jet.

“Sir. Ma’am,” the pilot smiles before stepping aside and gesturing to the open jet door.

“After you, ma’am,” he says with a flirty smile directed at y/n and I feel red hot anger take over, but shove it down.

“Thank you. Marc, baby, sit with me?” she asks as she turns to me and I smile.

“Of course, babe. I’ll always sit next to you,” I tell her and she grins, almost beaming as she pulls me into the jet.

She pulls me in and I put our go packs down as she picks a place to sit before pulling me down in the chair next to her. She then cuddles up to me and I wrap my arm around her shoulder as the pilot now walks in.

“Ok. I’m going to get started with take off. All I ask is that you two be buckled for the ascent, and then when we’re in the air you can roam around all you want,” the pilot explains as if we haven’t done this before, but I just nod in agreement to appease him.

“Ok. I hope you enjoy the flight,” he says with a grimace as he slowly backs away before turning around and disappearing behind the door of the cockpit.

“Well, that was awkward…” y/n whispers and I let out another laugh as I rub her arm.

“Yes, it was,” I agree with her and she hums sleepily.

“I love you Marcus, don’t you forget it. It’s no one else for me,” she tells me as she nuzzles onto my neck, making me chuckle as it tickles, but I gladly welcome it.

“And I love you too, sweetheart. It’s no one else for me either,” I parrot her and she smiles softly as she pulls the blanket off the back of the chair.

“I’m going to get some sleep. You should too, babe,” she tells me as she closes her eyes and I snuggle her into my side.

“I think I may just do that,” I hum in agreement as sleep slowly starts to take me over.

I wake up and look around with my eyes squinted in confusion for a moment, before fully remembering where I am. I look at the clock that’s up on the wall and deduce that I only slept for an hour out of the three hour flight. I rub at my tired eyes with my free hand before reaching into my pocket and pulling my phone out.

Y/n subconsciously snuggles farther into my side, making me smile as I look down at her. I lightly rub her arm for a moment, hoping it’ll lull her back into a deeper sleep before turning back to my phone. I use my phone for a while before I get pulled out of my thoughts when the pilot's door opens.

“I just wanted to inform you that we are about to land in Texas,” he tells me and I nod at him.

“Thank you,” I reply to him and he nods once more before heading back to the cockpit.

I turn my head to look back at y/n, who still sleeps soundly against my side. I move my shoulder a bit, making it nudge her and she groans before just going back to sleep. I softly nudge her again and she groans again before frowning.

“Marc, what?” she mutters out in a grumpy tone, making me smile.

“I hate to do this to you again, sweetheart, but we’re about to land,” I tell her softly and she groans as she finally opens her eyes.

“Man. I’m so tired lately. Don’t know why,” she comments as she sits up.

“I know. After this case, we should take some time off. Get you rested up,” I propose and she hums softly as she gives me a tired look.

“That sounds nice, babe,” she agrees and I smile softly at her.

I quickly pull her into my side again and leave a kiss on her forehead before she nuzzles into my neck. We stay cuddled up until we’ve fully landed and stand up. I grab our go packs as the door to the jet opens.

Together we walk off the jet and to the car they have waiting for us. I grab the keys from the guy who holds them out for me and give him a thank you as I slap his shoulder. He gives me a nod and smile before walking off.

I get into the driver's seat and y/n already sits in the passenger seat. She gives me a huge smile before I start the car up.

“Do you remember the way there or do you want me to put it in the navi?” Y/n asks me and I shake my head as I turn the blinker on to pull out of the airport parking lot.

“I think I got it, babe. Thanks, though,” I tell her and she nods before sitting back in her seat.

“I’ll get the briefing presentation loading up. Ezra should have sent it over,” y/n tells me as she pulls her laptop out.

“I’m sure she did. Ezra’s very thorough,” I add and she grins.

“That she is,” she agrees with me.

I drive for a while longer and before I know it, I’m pulling into the parking garage of my old work office. I pull into the parking lot and park before turning the car off. Y/n quickly unbuckles and starts getting out of the car.

I, however, freeze as I realize who I’m going to have to see when I walk in. Y/n seems to notice that I’m not getting out and opens her door again. She slides back in and gently puts a hand on my bicep, but it still makes me jump as it pulls me out of my daze.

“Marcus, are you okay? If you can’t do this, I can handle it. You go get the hotel that I’m sure we’re going to need,” she tells me and I shake my head.

“No. I’m not leaving you alone to deal with my ex-fiancé,” I inform her and she smiles softly at me.

“Marcus. If you can’t go in, that’s okay, baby. I can do it. It’d be hard, but I’m sure I’d be fine,” she again tries and I shake my head again.

“No. No. I just needed a moment. I’m okay. I’ll come in with you,” I promise her and she smiles.

“Ok. If you’re really sure, my love. Let’s go,” she agrees with a soft nod before getting back out of the car.

I sigh once at the thought of how lucky I have gotten and shake my head before getting out of the car myself. I meet her around the back of the car and open the trunk door. I pull my go bag out and she grabs hers before putting it on her shoulder as I do mine.

She goes around the car on her side and heads for the building with me right behind her. She stops at the front of the car to look at the building before looking at me.

“We do this together, yeah?” she asks me as she holds her hand out for mine.

“Together,” I agree with a smile as I grab her hand.

With one last smile from her, we walk through the door. The door monitor stands when he sees us as he asks for IDs and we both pull them out. He looks over them for a second before stepping to the side and nodding as he motions for us to move on.

We walk farther in and soon I’m walking down familiar hallways. I show y/n where to go as we hit the first floor.

“Did Abbott tell you where he was meeting us or where to meet up with him?” I ask her as we walk and she turns to look at me.

“He said to come to his office and he’ll do the rest from there. Said you’d know where to go?” she tells me and I nod.

“Yup, I know exactly where it is. Maybe we’ll get lucky and not run into anyone on the way,” I respond to her and she smiles, squeezing my hand.

I then lead her through the building and to the elevator. I press the button to Abbott’s floor and lean back against the rail. She cuddles into my side and I put my arm around her.

Once the elevator comes to a stop, we wait a moment for the doors to open. After they do, we walk through them and into the big room. We look around all the desks, but nobody seems to look up so I just quickly start to lead her down the hall to Abbott’s office.

“This place is so huge. Definitely more beautiful than our office. I see why you liked working here,” y/n comments as she looks around while we walk.

We soon come up to Abbott’s door and I leave a knock on it. We wait just a few minutes before we hear him tell us to come in. With one last squeeze of y/n’s hand, I reach out and open the door before walking in.

“Ahhh, Marcus. It’s so good to see you again. How’ve you been?” Abbott asks as he looks up from his desk as we walk in.

“Good, good. This is y/n, my partner and girlfriend,” I tell him as I introduce y/n while pointing at her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Marcus, you picked a beautiful girl,” Abbott politely gives an affirmation to y/n that makes her smile.

“Thank you, sir, but I wouldn’t say I picked her. More like she picked me,” I comment and y/n blushes.

“No one picked anyone, we simply were made to meet one another,” she tells me and I smile before pulling the seat out for her.

“Of course we were, sweetheart,” I tell her as I sit in the other seat.

“Well, Marcus, how can we help you?” Abbott asks with a smile as he changes the subject.

“Well, sir. We need your team to help us find a group of guys that stole a very important piece of work from the Washington museum. We tracked them here and need to get to them before they trade the piece,” I explain and he nods.

“Do you have everything you need to brief them ready?” he asks and y/n nods.

“Yes. I loaded it up on the way here. All I need is your tech person to help show me how to connect it to your database,” y/n replies and Abbott nods as he picks his phone up off the receiver.

“Jason, I need you in briefing,” Abbott talks through the phone and he nods, humming before putting the phone down again.

“Jason is on his way. He’ll show you how to connect. I’ll contact the team and have them all meet in briefing,"Abbott informs us with a light smile and y/n nods before standing up.

“Thank you, sir,” she tells him with a smile and I stand up alongside her.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know the way to briefing,” I tell her as I put a hand on her back as I guide her out of the room.

We walk out of his office and straight to the briefing room right across from it. As we walk in, Jason stands there with a smile that grows wider when he sees me.

“Agent Pike! So good to see you again,” he tells me before holding a hand out for a shake.

“And you, agent Wylie, how've you been, buddy?” I ask him as I shake his hand.

“Busy as always, how have you been in Washington?” he questions and I smile.

“Life’s been going pretty good. By the way, this is my partner and girlfriend, y/n,” I introduce y/n, putting a hand on her back.

“Oh that’s great news, how long have you two been together?” Jason asks with a smile at y/n.

“Four years in a week,” y/n proudly tells him and my face falls.

“That’s next week? Honey, I’m glad you said something now. I almost forgot,” I tell her and she playfully rolls her eyes at me.

“Marcus, baby, it’s ok. I understand, we’ve been working on this case so much lately. It’d be hard not to forget what day or week it is with how much we’ve been in office the last few weeks,” she tells me as she squeezes my arm softly, making me smile.

“I truly don’t deserve this girl,” I joke with Jason and he laughs.

“Ok. What is it you guys need?” Jason asks and y/n smiles.

“Can you show me how you guys connect your computers to the main screen?” Y/n questions as she holds her computer out to him.

“Sure! I’d love to!” Jason replies as he takes her computer.

“It's really simple. All you do is come over to the podium here and take this cord. Then just plug it in,” he tells her while showing her as I sit on the front table and she smiles enthusiastically.

“Wow, that’s so much simpler then what we have,” she comments and he looks at her, shocked.

“But you're DC. Isn’t DC like the highest building? Shouldn’t they have, like super advanced technology?” he asks and she giggles, shaking her head.

“You would think they did,” but unfortunately they do not,” I add on and y/n nods.

“It’s actually the worst. It always crashes and fails,” y/n explains and Jason shakes his head.

“And the higher ups don’t fix it?” he asks, making y/n laugh again.

“Nope. They care more about what’s in their offices than ours,” she answers him and he sighs.

“Dang, that sounds annoying,” he comments and y/n nods.

“Oh it most definitely is, but we love the job so we make it work,” I tell him with a shrug and he smiles.

“Well, at least you love it. That’s gotta count for something, right?” he asks and y/n nods, smiling.

“Oh it most definitely does,” she tells him before a throat clears from behind me.

I turn around to see who it is and in the time I’ve been here, I really had forgotten about why I had been apprehensive to come back. That is, until now. My face falls at the site of Patrick and Lisbon holding hands as they look over us. For a split second, I freeze and just stare behind me as I look them over, noticing shiny rings on their fingers.

I stay frozen, unable to move or speak as I look over at the girl I once loved now with someone else. It’s then when I feel another hand grab onto mine that I snap back to earth and turn to see y/n. She smiles softly up at me and suddenly all my anger washes away. I squeeze her hand to let her know I’m fine.

I give her a questioning look and she nods subtly. So with one last sigh I close my eyes before turning to them and opening them to look at them again.

“Patrick, Theresa,” I greet them with a small curt nod.

To Be Continued…

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typingcorgi · 1 year

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paper rings

(a valentine's day gift for @toomanystoriessolittletime)

rating: e (minors, please shoo. you will be blocked) word count: 1.5k pairing: marcus pike x f!reader warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, valentine's day proposal, oral sex (m receiving), no use of y/n story summary: blunders out of your control keep this from being the proposal marcus pike had planned, but it's still damn perfect. equal parts fluff and spice. enjoy, steph! happy valentine's day :)

“Tonight was a disaster.”

Marcus says this with a rueful smile, scrubbing his face from his chin to his forehead. You can see out of the corner of your eye he isn’t actually disappointed, though most of your focus remains on the pear-shaped diamond adorning your left ring finger.

“I don’t know, Mr. Pike,” you reply playfully, sitting next to him in the back of the cab. “I mean, I feel like even if we took a roundabout way to get there, we reached the end-game destination.”

He turns his head to look at you, considering your response. You’re so damn gracious and patient and funny and beautiful and these are just a few of the reasons why Marcus Pike has fallen completely head-over-heels in the last eight months. He admitted to you early on that he could be daring with his heart, something of a risk-taker, but it’s only when he’s absolutely certain something is right for him that he takes the biggest leaps.

“Yeah, you might be right, Mrs. Pike,” he murmurs into your ear. Then he gently maneuvers your head to face his, locking in on your gaze before he kisses you softly.

—

The evening started with a botched reservation at this hip little spot in the city Marcus has been absolutely raving about. When you’d gotten there, the hostess overlooked the table for two neatly labeled Marcus in the reservation list, causing a mild panic from your significant other. In hindsight, you should have known right then and there something was amiss: Marcus is not the type to get flustered over a slip-up like this. Hell, he’d be happy to take you to the pizzeria around the corner, so long as he got to spend the evening with you. But you’d chalked it up to how badly he’d wanted you to try the burrata appetizer and shrugged it off.

Tonight wasn’t only Valentine’s Day, but the eighth-month anniversary of your first date. He remembers meeting you in mid-June for dinner and drinks at a spot that seemed a little much for a first-date spot, but he’d wanted so badly to impress you, and when you confessed that your perfect evening out is one spent grabbing late-night pancakes at the best diner in town, Marcus Pike was a fucking goner. He was fucking taken by your intelligence and quick wit and your soft kiss, but sharing a good meal in better company is the man’s love language (not to mention if said meal is boiled down to breakfast for dinner). He couldn’t not be completely smitten with you after that night.

You’d eventually find out there was a lot riding on this particular anniversary date, but the real kicker was the champagne toast.

Marcus proposed it a few minutes after you sat down. He pretended to go along with you for only a minute when you told him it wasn’t necessary, but then eventually sold you on it. Come on, why not? When do we ever do something like this?

He ordered a bottle of Ferrari Brut, but when the flutes were delivered to your table, Marcus Pike made it very obvious something was wrong.

“Hold on one minute, sweetheart,” he said before you could even raise your glass. You could tell he was trying to keep his cool while he followed the waiter back toward the kitchen doors, but Marcus Pike had always been very good at wearing his enormous heart on his sleeve.

And that’s when you realized.

Oh. Oh.

Your cheeks flushed the color of your dainty pink dress, and when Marcus returned to the table with a flustered and apologetic waiter on his heels, you stood up from your seat at the table.

“Yes,” you declared.

“What?” Marcus asked, brows knitting. “But I didn’t even—”

“I know, but you’re not subtle, sweetheart. So my answer is yes.”

Marcus gave you a smile that met his honey-brown eyes, and you laughed, and he laughed, and he kissed you, wrapping you in an embrace that had your feet floating off the floor.

—

Honestly, you’d marry him with paper rings if that’s what Marcus had offered you. If City Hall had been open, you’d just drag him down the block and up the stairs and grab a witness off the street corner before kissing him in front of a judge.

But honestly, the story of not one, but two minor hiccups leading up to Marcus’s planned proposal is one close to your heart. You’ll tell this story for decades; it’ll be featured on the homepage of your damn wedding website. You are in love. And it’s the little things like this, the extra attention to detail but ultimately not caring if things are a bit imperfect—those are the things that make Marcus a damn beautiful partner.

And you show him so. Oh fuck, you show him. It’s like you can’t get your hands on him fast enough when the door closes to your apartment. He’s so damn considerate and loving and that’s fucking hot.

You pull him by his tie to your bedroom, and he chases you kiss, and your fingers play along his belt buckle.

Eventually, you’re both exposed to the other, but it’s you who has him exactly where you want him. You lay him down, gently resting his bare back against the bedsheets, hand pressed gingerly over his chest.

“This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go,” he murmurs against your lips. “You were supposed to have the first turn.”

“You’re very generous,” you coo in response. “But that is usually how nights like these go, and I wanted to switch things up a bit.”

“I won’t fight you there,” he chuckles, and then his lips are on yours.

Your fingers trace a gentle path from his jaw toward his chest, your lips pressed softly against his skin. You feel him shudder beneath you as you reach his lower belly, eventually meeting their final destination at his cock. You lick your hand before taking him in your grasp. He’s rock-hard against your warm palm, and he hisses when you touch him, giving him a few lazy pumps before lowering your head to taste the bead of precum adorning his tip.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Fuck, baby, keep going.”

You hold him steady in your left hand and there’s the damn twinkle of that pretty little diamond he’s given you. It’s a goddamn sight, catching the ring along your hand with his body in your gentle grip. It’s as though you can see your own pupils begin to dilate as you part your lips, filling your mouth with him.

He can’t help himself. You feel so good, so warm and soft and nearly sinful, and Marcus begins thrusting his hips back and forth. His hand comes to hold your hair in a gentle grasp, not in a way to exude dominance (though truly, you’d probably eat that up, too), but more to show you he’s into this. You lick him from his base to tip and you hear him groan. You cradle his balls in your free hand and he gives a definitive exhale through his nose. He is yours, all yours, always, now and forever.

“Come on, baby,” you encourage him when you break away for a moment, if only to give your jaw a quick break. You pump him with your fist in the meantime, still giving him something to fuck into during the interim. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Let me taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

He groans, closing his eyes tightly while his fist grips the sheets at his side. “God, baby, you don’t know what that does to me.”

But you do. You know very well. You know Marcus’s tells and his likes, you know the signs that suggest he’s about to meet his needed edge. You know how he likes to look you in your eyes while he’s fucking you, or how other nights he gets off from slapping your ass and pulling your hair.

Still, you return your mouth to his cock and let him fuck your mouth. You suck him off and feel him hit the back of your throat, once, twice, once more, until he spills into your mouth with a weary gasp.

“My s—sweet girl,” he manages, holding you there, and you fucking take it, you take all of him, careful not to spill a precious drop. You take him because you want to. Because he’s yours.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you ascend his body, meeting his gaze before resting your head along his broad chest. He cards his fingers through your hair and he sighs again, the smile on his face as plain as day.

“I fucking love you,” he confesses, as if it’s news, as if it’s the first time he’s told you within these last eight months. “I’m crazy about you. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

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davnittbraes · 4 months

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Affirmations - Part Three

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4500

Warnings etc: introspection, allusions to previous emotional hurt, allusions to previous dub con (specifically pressure to please a partner sexually regardless of personal desire,) okay serious stuff out of the way SMUTTY FEELS AGAIN 🥳, oral m!receiving, a sprinkle of oral cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, Soft Dom Marcus Pike is his own warning

Reader-insert physical descriptors: hair long enough to tangle fingers in/comb fingers through

Notes: takes place immediately after Part Two. Ties in directly so you should probably read that first.

WELL this is super late compared to the schedule I’d set but these two just wouldn’t stop DOING things, I’ve rewritten this part ~5000000000 times and it’s not beta’d so forgive a girl for a few spelling errors because she was distracted by Marcus being the panty-dropper that he is.

You don’t sleep. Not exactly.

It’s like your mind is turned off, silent, even while your body is conscious. You’re aware of Marcus moving around you, and moving you, gently pulling your body into his embrace.

Aware of the warmth surrounding you, the soft blanket pulled close, your back resting against his chest and lifting in gentle waves with each breath that fills his lungs.

Aware of the hands on your skin, gliding over your arms and thighs and stomach and shoulders, a subtle physical sensation that reminds you your body is here, whenever you’re ready to return to it.

It happens slowly, awareness blinking into existence.

You’re sitting up, leaning back against him, legs stretched out comfortably, bracketed by his. The blanket covers all of you and most of Marcus, soft edge brushing your throat, and his arms encircle your body beneath it, hands slowly drifting, wandering over your skin in an aimless caress.

Every muscle in your body is loose, skin warm and tingling pleasantly where his hands pass.

You can’t remember the last time you were this comfortable.

The state of your body lets your thoughts drop back into place smoothly, sharp edges of anxiety dulled. They float around your mind, observations, questions, murmuring to each other as they piece together the events of the night.

One question floats to the surface before the others.

What happened?

This was… that… it was different, than last weekend.

Sure, last time the same thick pleasure haze had blanketed your thoughts, muffled the sound of the ever-churning anxiety that had them on a constant loop. It had been comforting, quieting, and at the same time it had felt really fucking good.

But this…

It was as if you’d slipped so far into physical pleasure that you went beyond it, to some place without distraction of the conscious. Some place so deep underneath it all that you become inextricably one with your body and mind.

Every thought, ache, tension simply ceased to exist, disappeared, into the haze.

And everything you knew became only the pleasure Marcus pulled from your body, the guidance he provided your thoughts. Focus narrowed down to just him, only him, all him.

A wordless question floats through your mind, wondering, and surprise skitters along the edges at the answer.

Yes.

You would have done anything he told you to in that moment.

Curiosity swirls in your stomach, flutters into intrigue.

That concept isn’t as terrifying as it should be.

Even though earlier, you’d been sitting in your car, worrying away at the memory of giving up control to Marcus like it was a puzzle you couldn’t see the full picture of, an unknown you needed insight into before you could fully accept it.

It should be upsetting, knowing how vulnerable you had been. Not a single rational thought of your own, only the base direction of your body’s needs - that were completely under his control anyway.

To the point where you’d even come at his command.

But you’re not upset. You don’t feel anxious or uncertain or anything other than…

Exhilaration.

It’s thrilling, letting go to that extent.

Trusting Marcus with everything you are.

Because you know you’re safe with him.

He had seen everything, seen you without the rigid exterior, the protective shell you wore day to day. He’d pulled you out into the light and let you fall apart - no, shown you how to fall apart.

How to let go, and let yourself go.

Then he’d helped you gather up the pieces of you and put them back together with simple words full of intricate meaning.

The affirmations echo in your thoughts.

I am brilliant.

I am capable.

I am exceptional.

It’s strange, but… you might actually be able to believe them, now.

A thumb brushes down your throat, hand cupping the side of your neck as lips press to the top of your head, words murmur softly. “You don’t have to speak, but I can feel your pulse and your breathing picking up.”

Marcus cups your face, fingers flexing as if caught on the edge of the urge to turn you toward him. “Can you show me that you’re okay?”

A pause, and something light bubbles in your chest. An almost-laugh that you let fade away.

You turn in his embrace, affection warming your skin where his hands shift to stay on you, following the movement of your body with an obvious unconscious desire to touch.

His warm brown gaze comes into view and your lungs let a little sigh slip, contentment filling the emptying space behind your ribcage, curving your mouth into a smile. “Am I okay? Marcus. I’m better than okay. I’m perfect.”

The emotion that brightens his eyes mirrors the glow pulsating gently in your own chest, reflected back again in his smile. “Yes, you are.”

A soft huff of laughter falls from your lips at the utter sincerity in his voice, the adoration in his gaze. “It’s hard to argue with that statement when you look at me like that.”

“Good, there’s no point in arguing with the truth.” He pulls you in for a kiss, hands sweeping up your back to draw close around your shoulders, wrapping you in the circle of his arms.

Your body melts into it, pulling you closer to the source, closer into his embrace.

There’s a deeper level of comfort here, now, something more in how his arms feel around you. As if something profound had passed between you, an understanding, a knowledge.

A secret for just the two of you.

Marcus pulls away, kisses your forehead once before tucking you back under his chin. “When you’re ready to get up, you can use the ensuite while I get your bag from downstairs, if you’d like. Did you want anything to eat before bed?”

Shaking your head, you burrow into the curve of his neck, gentle wave of emotion flowing over you at the fact that he remembers you need to be held for a while after that level of… intense intimacy.

You might be stumbling toward believing you’re perfect the way you are, but there’s no doubt in your mind that Marcus absolutely is.

Settling in, you let your thoughts drift back to the moments before - the way he had held you, patiently waiting for you to come back to yourself. How he had felt above you, inside you, all around you, warm and strong and safe. When you had come so hard it -

Wait.

He hadn’t come.

Thoughts race, try to pick apart the blur of pleasure and feeling, but you’re pretty sure he hadn’t - you’re slick between your thighs but it feels like it’s just from your own orgasm.

Marcus had been solely and entirely focused on you, to the point of ignoring his own needs.

A flood of emotions surge through your body, too many to parse out, but one rises to the surface.

Determination.

His eyes widen just enough to be noticeable as you sit back and look at him. “What -“

“You didn’t finish.”

The words are a little more blunt than you want them to be, but a resolute energy is thrumming down your back, pushing your voice out.

Understanding shifts through his expression, and he runs a hand down your arm soothingly. “It’s fine. It’s not important.”

A small frown pulls at your brow. “It is to me. I want you to feel good, too.”

“It’s not always about an orgasm.” He cups your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, holding your gaze to his. “Seeing you like that, how completely you trust me - that makes me feel good.”

Oh.

That tightness is back at your throat, but for a different reason.

There are so many layers to his words, something there that you sense is important to understanding what this new dynamic in your relationship is.

But your mind is still pulling itself out of wherever it went, thought process disjointed, and you can’t hold onto his words long enough to study them.

Though, the open honesty in his voice, the blaze of adoration in his gaze - those you latch onto, hold close.

They would be overwhelming if you didn’t welcome it - didn’t crave it, so intensely.

Determination fires want, need.

You surge forward, capture his lips with yours, swallowing his muffled sound of surprise and relishing the shift to a soft moan as your hands sweep down his chest, grasp his thighs, that determination alighting hot in your veins.

The muscles jump beneath your palms at the sudden contact, and he breaks the kiss, obviously ready to keep pushing his stance but you speak first.

“I do trust you. Completely. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

He stills, something unreadable flickering through his expression. But he stays silent, so you slowly drag your thumb along the crease of his thigh, a teasing brush of skin, and there - his pupils widen ever-so-slightly, his resolve cracks just enough.

And you see it for what it is, that resolve. A barrier he’s put in place to protect you.

From yourself, sure. So you don’t push your body too far.

But from others. In the past.

Others who might have made you feel obligated to give them pleasure in exchange for your own.

Well. That is certainly something you’ve felt before.

But never with Marcus.

Tell me what you need, lovely one.

He said that to you last weekend. Guided you to use your words and say what you wanted.

Guided you to use your voice.

Slowly, the words come to you, and you let them fall as they will. “Marcus. I want this. To give -“ a slight hesitation, more habit than anything, then you continue - “to give you pleasure.”

He takes a breath, the whisper of the slight quiver in it almost lost to the rush of your own. “What you just went through, it was a lot. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You can hear the double meaning.

Hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally. By making you do something you might not really want to do.

Still thinking of you, always you, first and foremost.

This man is going to be the end of you.

Or maybe, the beginning.

That need blooms, dark and hot and craving, rolling through the pit of your stomach. Your fingers clench at the rush, nails biting into his skin just enough to send a shiver through him, a tell that you claw into the swarm inside you.

Need need need -

Use your voice.

A deep breath, and the words burst from you with a force driven by that intense craving gnawing away inside you.

“I want - need to - and we don’t have to - I can - fuck.” The craving trembles through your muscles, legs shifting beneath you restlessly. “I just need your cock in my mouth. Need to taste your come so bad. Please, I want it, please trust me, Marcus.”

His hand is suddenly on your neck and you freeze.

The warm brown of his eyes darkens, gaze flicking down to your mouth, considering, as his thumb presses to the hinge of your jaw, grip firm but tense as if he can’t decide to stop you or let you continue.

You wait, not wanting to push him any further, but desperate for him to let you do so.

Please please please -

He shifts his grip, thumb tracing over the beat of your pulse. “I trust you, lovely one.”

Yes -

Then he’s pulling you forward, kissing you deep, and his free hand is grasping one of yours, guiding it to touch him, curl your fingers around his cock.

Already hard again, pulsing warm against your palm -

You moan against his lips - even just the feel of his cock in your hand is so deeply satisfying to that need roiling in the pit of your stomach - and he chases the sound with his tongue, a slick glide along yours that curls your toes.

His hand on your neck moves, fingers diving into your hair, twisting enough that a delicious pinch of pain weaves into your need, pushes it to the edge. He swallows your subsequent whimper, replying with a low groan as your grasp on his cock tightens, twists to press your thumb to the tip.

Your mouth waters at the feel of the droplets gathered there, desperate to taste them, and the shift of his hips as you smear them over the head of his cock is too much.

That need chokes your throat, makes you gasp for air, pushes you from his lips, onto your knees. He lets you move, his hand still tightly grasping your hair but with no resistance.

You glance up at him as you lower yourself further, shift your knees back so you have room, and your pulse stutters at the sight of those brown eyes, pupils blown wide, watching you intently with something like curiosity and fascination.

His cock twitches as your breath ghosts over the head, and you only have a split second to admire it - flushed and throbbing - and then that deep impulse is pushing you to swallow him whole.

He chokes out a gasp that curls down your spine, his fingers clenching in your hair for the briefest of moments before he catches himself, relaxes his grip. “Fuck, you need it that bad, huh?”

A sound rumbles through your chest in response, something between a hum and a moan. You seal your lips around the thick of him while you pull back, dragging the flat of your tongue along his length, until just the head rests inside the hot wet of your mouth.

His fingernails dig into your scalp enough to sting just a little and your eyes snap open - when had you closed them? “Keep those beautiful eyes open while you show me just how bad you want it.”

His words, rooted in firm command but rasping with his arousal - so hot they’re almost overwhelming.

Bracing yourself with a hand on each of his thighs, you sink down quickly, taking him as deep as you can.

Keep your gaze fixed to his, despite the blur of tears as the head of his cock pushes against the back of your mouth.

“Yes, just like that, there you go.” He groans deep, brow creasing in pleasure, bringing his other hand to join the first and tangling in your hair.

Not applying pressure, but there, a reminder of what he could do, how he’s choosing not to, choosing to let you please him, pleasure him, as you wish.

That realization is incredible. To see him physically restrain himself in order to let you control this, it’s dizzying in its implication.

But that deep craving inside you wants more.

Wants him to do what he does so well, use that control, that compassion and intuition to direct, to guide.

You pull back, laving your tongue over the head of his cock as it sits in the warm suction of your mouth, swirling over the slit and soaking in the moan that vibrates through his body, against your lips and tongue.

And stop.

Stay right there, looking at him, lips stretched around his cock, still and waiting.

Something shifts in him - his fingers flex, eyes both dark and flashing at the same time. “Again.”

Yes -

You quickly obey, swallow his cock until the head grazes the back of your throat, that deep-seated craving revelling in the sharp intake of breath that shifts his chest.

His hands suddenly still your motion, a gentle but firm pressure keeping you right there, just on the edge of comfort.

Saliva quickly pools in your mouth and runs down his length and it’s messy and slick and you can barely meet his gaze, the angle a strain and tears blurring your vision and you love it, that primal part of you exalts.

He groans, a long, low sound that shivers down your back. “Fuck, yes, right there, just stay right there for a moment, can you do that?”

You hum in acknowledgment - yes anything you want - neck straining to hold his cock in your mouth while keeping your gaze fixed to his. The ache is distracting, the muscles tensing with the angle.

His chest falls with a long, drawn out sigh, and his hands relax, comb through your hair, smooth it back away from your face. “Lay down for me, sweetheart. Stay like this, my cock in your mouth, just like you need it.”

It’s a shuffle to bring your knees back, leaning on his thighs to brace your weight as you stretch your legs out behind you. His cock tickles against your gag reflex and you pull up just a little out of instinct, but his hand strokes your cheek and you know it’s okay.

Finally, you’re settled between his legs, flat on your stomach, mouth still sealed around his cock. Slowly, as your muscles relax once more, you sink back down, stopping when he hits the back of your throat again.

Running your hands over his thighs, breathing evenly through your nose, you watch him, that craving content for now, not yet satiated but knowing it will be soon.

His hand cups your face, thumb stroking along the curve of your cheek. “Comfortable?”

Your eyelids flutter - always thinking of you - and you cup the hand on your face, meet his gaze with all of the emotion surging in your chest.

His cock pulses against your tongue, warm drops slide down your throat, his breath hitches as you gulp them down. “Fuck, look at you. So beautiful…”

The edge of his thumb swipes through the moisture gathered at the corner of your eye, and his expression shifts, almost pensive, voice dropping to a whisper as if he’s unaware he’s speaking.

“Those eyes of yours… I can see everything in them.”

Something twists in your chest and you whimper, staring up into his gaze, so dark and beautiful and all-consuming you could lose yourself and find yourself in it at the same time.

For you all for you -

His thumb dips down to trace the corner of your mouth, slide through the saliva that’s dripping there, gaze drifting down your body, a caress of its own. “You look incredible like this, that perfect mouth around my cock. Want to keep you just like this, for hours, all night -“

A moan rumbles low in your chest, the imagery of his words flashing across your thoughts and slicing deep into your need, sinking beneath as if to the core of you, and suddenly you’ve never wanted something so much in your life.

His breath escapes him in a rush, cock throbbing against the roof of your mouth. “Would you like that, beautiful? Keeping my cock all warm and wet for as long as I want?”

Yes yes please -

You try to make a sound to confirm but it comes out as a whine around the thick of his cock, a garbled mm-hmm that’s almost indecipherable.

The muscles of his thigh jump beneath your palm, as if straining against the urge to move. “Fuck, sweetheart, you are just - “

A strong pulse of his cock sends a spurt of tangy bitterness over your tongue and you revel in the taste of him, letting it seep into your tastebuds and your skin and imprint on your tongue.

He grits his teeth, a grunt squeezing between them. “You make me wanna -“

His hips flex and roll and his cock glides along the length of your tongue -

Yes more -

A squeeze to his thighs, urging, and he thrusts gently, a soft moan slipping past his lips, lilting with relief.

You easily take the movement, so careful it barely pushes the head of his cock over the back of your tongue, humming in encouragement.

“Fuck.” His hands shift, hold the sides of your head, firm pressure guiding you up and down again. “Doing so good for me, take my cock so well in this fucking perfect mouth.”

Again -

And you sink into the motion, let him guide you, trust him to push just far enough, aware of his intent gaze drinking in every single muscle twitch, every tension, every movement of your eyelids and analyzing to ensure your comfort limit was untouched.

Safe safe always safe with him -

You lose yourself in it, the slick glide of his cock along your tongue, the silken skin and pulsing heft caressing every ridge and dip of your mouth. The taste of his pleasure, hot and bitter and uniquely Marcus.

And the gentle thrum of need, pushing you closer to him, drawing you tight until you’re inextricably woven through with him, strands of his want tangled with your own desire so much so that the pull of pleasure, the throb of impending release, becomes more than physical, shifts into something other, something like -

That place your mind went to, when the pleasure haze weighed so heavy it pushed you into that thick quiet, that level of existence deeper than skin and bone, deeper than blood.

You can feel it, embedded into the two of you. It’s deep, it’s a soul permanence.

It’s everything you’ve never known you wanted.

Marcus grunts as his cock hits the back of your throat. “Feels so good, I’m gonna come, fuck.” His grip on your hair tightens just a bit, brows furrowed in concentration. “You gonna take it for me, beautiful? Drink it down like you begged me to do?”

You can’t move in his grasp as he rocks his hips, cock thrusting along your tongue, so you dig your fingertips into his thighs once, a quick, silent yes.

“Good girl.” Another short thrust, warm brown eyes pinched at the corners, plush lips falling open with panting breath. “Eyes on me keep them on me -“

His voice stutters into a groan and his cock jerks hard, smooth head grazing the back of your mouth and the urge to gag is enough to pull tears but then he’s coming warm and soothing down your throat and that craving swarms over your body -

Yes yes yes -

You gulp it down greedily, eyelids tempted to flutter shut at the feeling of him coming apart in your mouth.

But you resist, obey, and you see it, see the burst of pleasure flood his features, the slack after the drop where tension bleeds from him, the softening of that warm brown that’s now threaded through your own soul.

The craving soothes, loosens its grip, rolls into a weighted ball of satisfaction that drags pleasantly at the corners of your eyes.

He takes a deep breath, tremors of pleasure still running under his skin, in his hands as they move from your hair.

His gaze is incredibly soft when he gently eases his cock from your mouth, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe away the drool collected on your chin.

You relax, let him clean you up, content to bask in the afterglow of satiation. Lean your cheek against his thigh when he’s done, let your body sink into the bed.

There’s a pause in his movements, a hesitation that captures your focus, and you look up at him questioningly.

He’s worrying at his bottom lip, a small crease forming between his brows, and you know what he’s thinking.

You slip your fingers between his, drawing him back to you, and press a kiss to his knuckles. “Thank you. For giving this to me.”

He goes still, a flurry of emotions racing across his face, and you catch a glimpse of uncertainty, smile softly because it’s absurd to think you have any regrets, but his concern is so essentially Marcus.

Turning, you press a kiss the inside of his thigh, unfurl his fingers in yours to kiss his palm, meet his gaze over the web of his thumb.

The breath escapes him in a rush, eyes widening and lips parting in something close to awe, words falling soft and cracked. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Something is hidden there, under those words, it’s laden with old hurt and you don’t like it, so you sit up and shift forward, cup his face in your hands, wait until that brown gaze meets yours again. “Marcus. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

The immediate reply makes you smile, caress his cheekbones with your thumbs. “Repeat after me.”

He swallows, realization already dawning in his gaze, and you can see it, the doubt, ready to shut down whatever it is you say next.

It’s easy to recognize, having seen it in your own eyes for so long.

You keep your voice steady and sure. “I am brilliant.”

His hands suddenly grip your waist, fingers digging in slightly as if trying to find purchase, find an anchor. “I am brilliant.”

“I am capable.” You can’t help it, lean in to dust a kiss over that small crease between his brows, smiling when it disappears.

“I am capable.”

“I am exceptional.”

He sighs, eyes closing for a moment before opening to look at you with an emotion you can’t name yet. “I am exceptional.”

Your heart swells as he says the words, and it’s probably the closest you’ve ever felt to pure joy.

Then he’s smiling back, and kissing you as if he can sense it, that bubbling happiness, or maybe because he feels it, too.

Another soft press of lips, then you slowly pull away, some urge calling you back to where you’d been, and you shift to lay between his legs again.

Pure contentment pulses gently through your body as you rest your head on his thigh, revelling in the feeling of his warmth surrounding you, inside you, curling an arm around his waist to hold him close.

His gaze follows you, lids heavy, warm brown peering down at you as he rests his head back against the wall behind the bed.

A curl slips over his forehead, and your fingers twitch to brush it back, but you’re far too content to simply lay here, looking at him.

At the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Something flits through his expression, too fast for you to catch it, then he takes a deep, steadying breath, gently cups your cheek in his hand.

The weight of it is soothing, and with the warmth his thigh beneath your cheek - you close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by sensation, by the evident care he has for you.

When you open your eyes again, he’s calmly studying you, a soft smile playing at his mouth. “I never thought…”

His voice wavers just a bit before he regains control, pushes out the words. “I never thought I’d have this. Have you.”

The emotion in his gaze pulls you in, entwining, rooting you impossibly more to this moment, to Marcus.

You know exactly what he means.

This sense of peace, comfort - home - had always been a fantasy, before.

Now, it’s real.

It’s right here, with you, with Marcus.

Your fingers thread through his and you pull his hand from your cheek, kiss his knuckles before raising your joined hands to press over the centre of his chest.

Softly, the words flow easily from you, ghosting across his skin in time with the beat of his heart under your hands.

“You have me, Marcus. I’m here.”

*****

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